#he feels sick and panicked and needs to bring this to Jazz and GET OUT

[brights-place]

Hey, do you write for Hobo Heart and Homicidal Liu? If yes, could we get some hcs for Liu or Hobo? :) Thx!

Dating Hobo-Heart and Liu Headcannons + Sully

Pairings: Hobo Heart and Homocidal Liu (Seperate)

Warnings: Cursing, Mental Illnesses, D.I.D, Sully being a little bitch- I mean awesome friend!

A/N: Wassup! Sorry for you request taking about so long to write I have been focusing on my socials but glad I finally got this out due to having it in my drafts for awhile to upload! Tbh hobo heart needs more love! LIKE PLEASE HE’S A SWEETIE PIE! Ignore the fact that they are all murders for a moment yall shush AND I MEAN SHUSHHHH!!! Anywyas hope you enjoy this gift :>>

Liu

- Due to having D.I.D I think he would find it difficult sometimes maintaining Sully.

- he hated the fact he fell for you… he loves you yes but you didn’t deserve him he thought you deserved better.

- If you are having an breakdown he would be there faster then sonic exe.

- When you are bored you two decide to walk around in the woods together hand in hand as you blabber on about things you like or something that happened.

- You two ended up dancing in the rain one time while some soft music played in the background. It really was like an romantic scene.

- you two got sick after but it was so ducking worth it.

- whenever he would switch he would bawl his eyes out cause he didn’t like you being around sully.

- sully is seven years old for god sakes but is an menace so you try your best to relax the other alter in Liu is body.

- Sully loves talking to you about what Liu says about you all the time.

- You and Sully at night time like to gossip and shit talk people but liu doesn’t know cause he is asleep.

- Give liu all the love he deserves after everything he's been through

- make sure your close to Jeff since he finds bonds with family are important and knows that he can trust you

- if you ever want to make his day. Just be there in the room he will immediately park up and will tell you his worries

- if you wanna make him even happier cut off Jeff’s head and bring it to Liu that man would panic but at the same time he happy

- if you do cut off Jeff’s head… Sulky would complain about how he wasn’t the one who did it

- he made you an playlist for your anniversary and you cried cause he put down all your favourite songs

- he learned how to make flower crowns with Sally and Lifeless Lucy. He gave you said flower crown and you bawled your eyes out.

-More earth and nature tones and aesthetics. It reminds him of his childhood, where he grew up by a creek.

- Being from New Orleans he loves music mainly Jazz and Pop

- He has violent impulses even when he was a kid and before the… incident

- but he would never take it out on you. If he ever did he would lock himself up and yell at himself.

- When sully gets violent you use the spray bottle

- Liu hates his scars with an burning passion.

- kiss his face, kiss the scars to make him feel whole atleast he will hold you tight.

- He knows how to play the alto-Sax Idk why HE JUST DOES!

- When his scarf ripped he panicked so much.

- you sewed it back up/or knitted it back together he was so happy he wouldn’t stop peppering your face with kisses

- He HATES absolutely HATES seeing people give him looks for his scars.

- Even though Liu/Sully's normally never seen with anything covering his face. Sometimes when Liu/Sully gets insecure he puts on a mask to cover his stitches in public to avoid getting stares and causing a scene.

- He’s the type of guy who would take your heels (if your an woman or identify as one) and give you his own shoes and will walk barefoot even if it’s painful as shit he would do it for you.

- Liu can cook like an fancy ass rich chef. He’s one of the main people who cook for dinner, and lunch

- Liu isn't very open his emotions when you first started to date. you need to take things slow and let him open up when he's ready for it.

- Asking about his brother isn't something you should do at this point, its a very touchy subject.

- he likes nature walks but he also likes late night drives

- it’s an thing you both would do if you had free time together.

- He loves holding you close to him.

- he doesn’t want to lose you and neither does sully… even if he won’t admit it Sully loves the gossip night time sessions.

Hobo Heart

- He doesn’t want to be hurt again…

- yet he fell for you

- he found it difficult and hard he was stressed out not wanting to have these feelings that he had before.

- he was wary and didn’t understand at all

- He has REAL trust issues

- he needs constant validation and reassurance, and he needs you to give him that he craves it.

- I know DAMN FUCKING WELL! That his love language is Acts of Service and Quality Time

- He's a really careful and analytical guy so the fact that he's dating you means he trusts you A LOT

- He doesn’t show much affection due to not understanding it at all.

- But if needed to comfort you secretly and the most subtle way possible he will hold your pinky with his pinky.

- He literally stole someone’s heart and offered it to you.

- (if your an Cannibal) he would also steal the organs for you but leave the kidneys for Jack

- he doesn’t like cooking but he LOVES baking.

- If your sad he would make you some sweets and give you some.

- Him and Sally which is an rare sight making sweets for her tea party.

- you caught them when you came back earlier from an misson.

- he loves flying into the sky when the sun is about to set or rise and likes taking you up with him.

- he worries that you will leave him so he will try his best for you NOT to leave him

- you always assure him about it and pepper kisses on his face.

- he made you an boquet of flowers from what he found in an persons garden and around the woods.

- it took 4 hours for him to find the Right flowers

- He'd protect you from any threat coming his way and put you above anyone else and everything else

- You get hurt?

- he will fly away from the scene with you in his arms or he will ruin an bitch and tear them to shreds

- He loves going on walks with you

- Whenever he's stressed out he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

- he hates how he didn’t find you sooner

- He loves his dog so if his dog likes you he would like you too

- he melted when you two met and it was the best thing for Hobo Heart to see.

- It takes a little while for him to be openly vulnerable with you, but when he did, you're thoughts about his never changed, if only it made your feelings for him stronger and the same goes for him when he first met you.

- you wanted to dance in the rain? Hell no he wouldn’t want to get sick or see you get sick.

- He ended up dancing with you in the rain and flying towards the sky above while you danced around happily

- He loves watching you just talk about things you like and hate it let’s him get to know more about you

- Ocassionally you two like going out for picnics. You prepare everything and go to the nearest park to eat. Then, you sit on the grass and see the sunset together.

- he loves playing with your hair or you playing with his it makes him relax

- his wings are like an weighted blanket so he likes using it as an blanket for you when your cold

- He loves and cares for you something he felt once but got ruined.

- but you changed it for him. He will forever be in your debt for taking him out of his sad sink while and made him open up more around you and some others.

#fluff #headcannons #x reader #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta #HoboHeart #HomocidalLiu #LiuXReader #HoboHeartXReader #creepypasta liu #creepypasta hoboheart #Hobo Heart X Reader #Homocidal Liu X Reader

[ichika27]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep15

This is late. A lot of stuff happened irl that made me forget lol.

Also, Amatsuki recently released the MV for “Kokoro Showtime” (the ED song for this series)!

The show goes back a couple of minutes before the magic beasts appeared...

The boys of Team Baram plus Ronove are enjoying picking new outfits. As they took their time, Agares felt something strange going on.

He was able to pinpoint which areas the beasts are gonna show up and also talk about how the warmth he’s feeling in those areas reminds him of eggs being heated.

The show explains his bloodline ability: My Area. They're able to manipulate the state of any surface area in their surroundings. Agares has somewhat guessed a bit of what's happening although not why it's happening and so before the magic beasts even appeared, he had already created a small safe space for them that saved them from the explosion.

I like how they’re now showing his full face more. He’s so cute!

The magic beasts had appeared!

This dragon is the beast at the area Team Baram is at. The guys decided to call their friends elsewhere in the park but they couldn’t.

This rat is at the area where Team Opera is.

And of course, this one is close to where Team Kalego is.

Their group is gonna get most of the screentime this episode!

Sensei is finally having fun! He decides that this is the perfect opportunity for training. He is a teacher after all and his best interest is the growth of his very, very scared students! It's then explained by the narrator that the kids are in their first year learning the basics and haven't learned any attack magic yet.

Sensei stops the kids from running away. After all, they’re here to have fun, right?

Camui tells them of how annoyed the bull is. This reveals their bloodline ability of Friendliness meaning they could translate any language and is able to converse with any living beings. Not only could actually understand the magic beast, he could talk to it, too!

Goemon shows off his ability as well! This one, as noted by Jazz, is their only offensive ability in the group since everyone else's is non-combat. But they could be used...

I was not able to get screenshots so I’d just summarize the event that follows:

Lied takes away one pair of the bull’s eyes with his Controller ability giving it a blind spot. Camui then gets it's attention by speaking to it, and they end it with Jazz using raffire combined by Goemon's whirlwind cut. A combo attack from the boys!

Unfortunately, it didn't work and it just made the beast mad at them. Kalego-sensei refused to help them and would only give a vague advice.

Meanwhile, the Six Fingers have finally gone to break out Kiriwo-senpai in prison while the other convicts are starting to cause trouble alongside them elsewhere in the area. The staff are panicking cause of the trouble above with the magic beast on the amusement park above and the intruders and riot on the prison below.

Some of the convicts are worried though as the higher the floor at the prison, the stronger the guards. The strongest is at the top - the Deputy Warden, Handshake Triton. Even if they were able to get past the other floors, they might not even be able to leave entirely cause of the strongest person in the prison.

It seems though, that the smallest member of the Six Fingers - Hugh - could easily defeat Triton himself. Triton’s ability, Handshake, could let him crush anyone but it doesn’t work on the Six Finger member who easily beats him.

The Team Kalego boys are in a pinch and they decided to rely on Jazz to be their leader as he's the highest ranking among them. He refuses of course cause what can he do? They end up bagging him and calling him 'aniki' when he said no as they don’t want to lead (as it’s the most dangerous role).

Being called “Aniki’ brought back memories of his own biological older brother bullying him. He always thought that if he was the older brother, he'd be nice to his own younger siblings if he had any.

lol the boys are so cute with their sparkles and all. I feel bad for Jazz cause the guys are just doing this to keep themselves at a safer distance from danger haha.

The boys' acting like that is making Jazz happy and is bringing out the big bro instincts in him. As he tries to think of a way to deal with their current dilemma, Kalego-sensei finally decides to give a better hint to them. He points out the thing on Jazz’s neck and Jazz thinks that maybe they have a chance.

Elsewhere, amidst the destruction, something is brewing inside Iruma. He sees the now destroyed park and remembers how fun and peaceful it was earlier. He then finds out from the other visitors talking around them that this may all have been a planned attack. A kid nearby screams for help to save his friends trapped in a rubble and gets ignored by apathetic demons around who only cares about what could happen to them (as they are demons and demons prioritize their own desires). Iruma looks around and hears the child crying. He decides to ask a staff member for help but he gets told to forget it and just evacuate like everyone else.

Iruma then realizes the feelings he’s had for a long time but wasn't able to to say: he's sick of it. He's not happy about this at all. Iruma seems pissed and he’s not gonna stand there doing nothing.

I know I never posts these but I just wanna show you guys today's Interval. Asmodeus sends Eiko the picture of Iruma cosplaying as a monster which Eiko then uses as her wallpaper. Eiko is lucky to be friends with another Iruma-sama fan!

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This entire season is showcasing the other characters in the series particularly the students of the Abnormal Class and in this arc, also Ameri and possibly Ronove plus the chaperones. They’re in groups and would all probably have to fight side-by--side to defeat the monsters near the areas they’re in. And also the Six Fingers. They’ve already shown the abilities of the rest of Team Kalego (as Jazz and Lied’s abilities have already been explained in the Royal One Arc). From the next episode preview, it seems we’d be seeing Team Opera fight.

I want to talk about my feelings regarding that scene with Jazz and his group later in this episode. Jazz’s flashback showed his own older brother being a bully - stealing from him, trespassing and trashing Jazz’s room, etc. - and yet instead of wishing for revenge and stuff, his thoughts were “I’d be nice if I were an older brother.”. He wants younger siblings not to continue the cycle of bullying but to be an older brother his own isn’t to him. And this doesn’t even seem to stem from wanting to show off like “See, I’m nice unlike you” or anything like that, he looks like he really just wants younger siblings to dote on. I mean he’s happy the other guys look up to him and are calling him “Aniki” (brother).

I just want to point that out cause in the same episode we’re shown how other demons wouldn’t care if someone is in need of help with the explanation that they’re demons and it’s in their nature. It’s so strange to me how somewhat contradicting this is. Also fascinating. But then again, Jazz is in the Abnormal Class. Maybe they’re the exception?

I’m excited for the next episode. From the previews, it seems that for Team Opera, the ones fighting is Opera themselves and Ameri who are both combatants. Unlike the boys of Team Kalego, they’d probably know what they’re doing. That doesn’t mean I don’t like watching inexperienced fighters in combat cause it was actually really fun to see how resourceful they were when using their abilities.

Til next week then!

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma-kun #anime #sana_post

[heliads]

The Artist

After a less-than-perfect meeting with controlling S.H.I.E.L.D. higher-ups, Steve Rogers discovers a small art studio just down the block from the Avengers Tower. He meets a woman inside who may come to mean more to him than he first realizes.

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Steve Rogers is frustrated. He joined the Avengers, fought alongside S.H.I.E.L.D., made a hundred hard choices and maybe dozens more all so he could protect those he cared about. Those who couldn’t throw up a fist against their enemies. 

Yet now, he’s not entirely sure that what he’s doing is considered good. S.H.I.E.L.D. and the government are fiercely restrictive over what he and the Avengers do, and Steve is sick of it. Steve used to be able to pride himself on his gut reflex, on being able to always do the right thing. Is it bad that he’s not sure he can do that anymore? That when his fists come up bloody, he may be looking into the eyes of an innocent instead of a twisted soldier?

Steve supposes that’s why he snapped today. It was just another mandatory meeting, imposing yet another set of rules on what Steve is or is not allowed to do as Captain America. Steve’s usually controlled calm had cracked, and he had unleashed an incensed rant upon the S.H.I.E.L.D. higher-ups sent to speak to him.

To cool down, Steve had headed out of the Avengers tower, dressed in the ordinary clothes of a civilian so he could blend in. He’s not quite sure where his feet are taking him- down a few streets, turning a few corners. He glances at the shops he passes, not paying much attention to them, until one in particular catches his eye and he stops in his tracks.

It’s a small store, not displaying neon lights or garish decorations. There’s a slightly faded banner hanging in a window, and a larger sign propped up above the door. It’s an art studio, tucked away within the hustle and bustle of New York. Steve knows at once that he has to go in.

The studio itself is like a breath of fresh air after spending years trapped inside. The windows are open, letting in a breeze every now and then. The walls are covered floor to ceiling in the art of its students, with self-portraits and still lives peering out at him from every possible inch of space. As Steve walks past the front desk into the main room, he smiles at the sound of music piping from a stereo in the corner. Jazz, a nice slow song. Maybe Chet Baker.

There are only a few people in the room, working dutifully on their canvases and papers. The room has tables scattered around it, spread over with objects of every size and shape for use in a still life. There are fake fruits and flowers, dusty glass bottles and compact wooden boxes. It feels like home.

Across the room, a woman leans over the shoulder of someone seated at a computer, pointing out different aspects of possible reference images. When she sees Steve approach, she says one last sentence to the searcher before walking over to him, head swaying gently to the beat of the music.

“Hi, welcome to the studio! The name’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” She looks to Steve expectantly, and he glances back before coming to his senses. “Steve. You’ve got a nice place here.” He gestures around the studio, and the woman smiles. “Thank you. It’s come together from bits and pieces, started a while ago by a friend and I.” The two of them look back at the gathered artists before Y/N turns back to Steve.

“You know, we’ve got an open hour every night from 7 to 8 if you want to drop by. You don’t have to pay or anything, just bring your art and be prepared to work.” Steve smiles at her. “That sounds pretty good. I might have to take you up on that.” Y/N flashes him a grin. “I hope to see you there, Steve.”

After Steve makes it back home, he finds himself still thinking about the woman from the studio. Steve had always enjoyed art, and something about that place makes him want to try again. So, it’s not exactly a surprise that he finds himself standing before the studio door the next day.

He ends up staying the entire hour, and then again the next day. He’s not sure why, but he feels drawn to the studio. The art, Y/N’s company, it all is a happy respite from the responsibilities that threaten to crush him on a day-to-day basis.

A month or two goes by before he realizes he loves Y/N. It’s a slow understanding, but something about her gentle smile and flashing eyes makes him want to spend the entire day with her. Steve hasn’t had the luxury of falling in love in a long time, but he thinks it would be more than alright to fall in love with her.

They’re walking home one night after a date when Steve’s good spell finally ends. It was an otherwise perfect night, the moon and stars casting a net of light across the city. Y/N’s hand is clasped in his, and they’re strolling down the streets peacefully. 

Steve has always taken satisfaction in his good instincts, but the two have been walking for a while before he realizes that the streets are oddly empty for a New York night. The main street is just a block or so ahead, and he starts to pick up his pace a little bit. 

However, it’s too late for this. A man dressed in black steps from the shadows to halt in front of Steve and Y/N, stopping them in their tracks. “Apologies, Rogers. You won’t be going anywhere tonight.” Steve’s jaw clenches, but then he looks to Y/N. “Let her leave. She hasn’t done anything to you.”

The man shakes his head in mock sorrow. “I’m afraid not. She might know something.” The man makes a slight gesture with his hand, and more men emerge from the shadows. Steve curses silently. This is not how he wanted the night to go.

The man extends his hands. “If you come quietly, I can promise you that she won’t get hurt.” Steve just shakes his head. “I know how these promises turn out. We aren’t going anywhere with you.” The man sighs. “I had hoped this would end more easily. Well, have it your way.” With that, the fight begins.

After a while of throwing punches and dodging bullets, Steve begins to wish he had brought his shield with him. Tony always had some way to summon his suit from a wristwatch or phone, why couldn’t Steve have done the same? With a panicked jolt, he realizes he hasn’t heard anything from Y/N. Quickly, Steve throws the man in front of him to the ground and spins around to face his girlfriend. What he sees makes him freeze in place.

Y/N apparently does not need any help, because she’s just finishing off another soldier. Four more lie unconscious at her feet. Steve looks around and realizes that all of the enemy soldiers are taken care of, and he fixes Y/N with a cold glare as he finally understands why she was able to fight off all of the guards.

“You’re a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, aren’t you.” Y/N looks away from him, but mutters one word under Steve’s bitter gaze. “Yes.” Steve shakes his head, feeling anger rush into him. “You’re just like Sharon. Another person S.H.I.E.L.D. planted in my life to keep me docile. Did you ever love me, or was that just another order?”

Y/N’s head flies up. “No, never. I promise you, Steve, I haven’t done anything that wasn’t what I wanted to do. What I feel for you is real.” Steve just scoffs disgustedly. “How am I supposed to believe that? We’re done. I don’t want to see you again. Tell your supervisors that they’ll need another guard.” With that, he walks away, trying not to react to Y/N’s brokenhearted calls.

The next day, Steve stalks up to Fury with the simmering rage of a lion. He doesn’t let the director speak, just confronts him with hushed and furious tones. “How long has Y/N L/N been posted to keep sight of me?” Fury sighs. “I see you’ve found out. She’s already told me about what happened. To be honest, I think you should be thanking her. If it was anyone else, they probably would have been kidnapped or killed by those HYDRA agents.”

Steve doesn’t want to hear it. “That’s not the point, Fury. You can’t keep forcing people into my life and expecting me to be fine with it.” Fury raises an eyebrow. “That’s a strong way to put it. She was just there across the street.” Steve takes a step back, confused. “What do you mean, only there?” Fury looks at him questioningly. “Her only assignment was to keep an eye on you, and be a distant acquaintance that you could trust if necessary. I wouldn’t exactly call that forcing someone into your life.”

Steve nods slowly, then turns to leave. His thoughts are a jumbled mess in his head, but he’s still thinking clearly enough to remember the way back to Y/N’s apartment.

It takes her a moment to respond when he knocks. When she opens the door, she looks more than a little surprised to see him. “I thought we were done.” Steve sighs. “I want to apologize. You weren’t faking it. I talked to Fury, and he said that your assignment never involved getting close to me.”

Y/N nods. “I love you, Steve. I promise. I know the circumstances aren’t exactly great, but I never meant to hurt you.” Steve smiles. “I know. I think the main question is this- will you forgive me for storming out of walking you home and accusing you of being a sleeper agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Y/N laughs. “Only if you forgive me for keeping my status as an agent a secret.” Steve nods, grinning. He has Y/N back, and everything is just as it should be.

#steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagines #captain america #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america imagines #avengers #avengers imagines #avengers steve rogers

[heyheydidjaknow]

For anyone who is wondering why I deleted the chapters, I was very tired and forgot what tenses were, so I had to go back and change it all, and that is a pain on Tumbr. Tumblr also, apparently, either has a character or word limit, so this is our first 2 parter. I know I could just separate them into chapters, but I feel weird about making a whole chapter devoted to a date, so.

Edit: Who was gonna tell me I misspelled Casey?

Chapter 6 Pt 1

Leo sighs. “Okay, the fact that this will be the second creepiest stunt you��ve pulled this week says a lot.”

“Relax.” Donatello draws another line. “If she has a map of the foreseeable future and showed it to me, it obviously makes sense that I should answer in kind.”

“But,” Raphael points out, “this is the most desperate thing he’s done this week.”

“Zip it.” He caps his pen, holding his diagram up and walking off to his newly obtained whiteboard. “Besides, it’s not a comprehensive flow chart—attempting to list every possible conversation thread would be futile. It's simply a visual aid to remember the general actions I should take in any given situation.” Although you have been promising to “teach him a thing or two” about plot structure one on one, a part of him thinks it appropriate to make the first move. It appears to be the gallant thing to do, anyhow.

Mikey hops over the table, following one of the paths with his finger. “How come you have a shark on this one?”

“Oh,” he nods, “that’s in case she decides to go to the beach and gets attacked by a shark.”

“And why are there these Xs on this one?”

“That signifies the end of one of our lives.”

“And the hearts?”

He blushes. “I’m not answering that.”

Raph shudders. “Man, this just feels gross. I can already feel the secondhand disgust.”

“Raphael,” Donatello sighs, “love is a complex enigma that, if not thoroughly considered and tailored, will crumble before your very eyes. I cannot and will not destroy what little relationship we have by being reckless. Besides,” he scoffs, “in what other possible manner could I ask her out?”

“Hey, Y/N,” Leo offers, “let’s hang out.”

“See, that’s too pedestrian.” He gestures to the poster. “Trust in the—”

You slam through the door. Donnie, apparently panicked, flips the board over with fumbling hands. “H-hey, Y/N. Hey.” He stands up properly, clearing his throat. “Hey.”

You point at him. “How do you feel about busting a corrupt disgrace to the title of scientist?”

“Good!” He peaks at his board, trying to steal himself. “Where are we headed?”

“A neuroscientist by the name of Rockwell got mutated.” You start heading out. “Asshole in question is Victor Falco, AKA Feral Falco, AKA The Rat King if we don’t haul ass. He’s at Rockwell’s lab.”

“Awesome. Let’s go.” He runs after you, shooting a thumbs-up back at his brothers.

You are going to murder a man tonight. Probably. Hopefully not. Depends on how hard it is to wreck his shit. You have been stalking the Channel 6 news for about a week now, waiting for the jackass to show up, and now that he has? You are not about to let him become the monster you knew he could and would become.

“So,” Donnie startles you, lost in thought, “how was your first day of class?”

“It was fine. Met Casey, avoided Irma like the plague, all that jazz.” You turn a right.

“Casey?”

“Casey Jones. Hockey player, real bad at math.”

“A guy?” He seems interested in this subject for some reason.

“Yup.” You reach into your bag, wrapping your fingers around your kitchen knife, hands already shaking. If you must kill him, you will make it quick. “My age.”

“Oh.” He sighs. “That’s… nice.”

‘Can I just take him to the police? I don't have any evidence. This is breaking and entering.’

He clears his throat. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“We’re here.”

You look up at the building, sigh. “So we are.”

He moves in front of you, moving to meet you at eye-level. “Is there anything I need to know before we go in?”

You take a deep breath. “The man in the lab coat is the perp. We need to take him down, first and foremost. He may act a fool, but he’s accountable for the mutation of his partner. We either have to incapacitate, convict or, if necessary, kill him.”

He swallows. “This guy is that bad?”

“Not yet.” You start pulling the knife out properly as you push the door open with your clothed arm. “But it’s best to pull a weed out from the root.”

He follows you closely.

You look down at your phone to double-check that this is the offending room. “Here.” You back up, gesturing to the door eccentrically, heart pounding in your chest. “This is the room.”

He approaches you, brow furrowed. “Y/N,” he asks cautiously, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you look sick. Are you alright?”

You nod. “Nervous is all. Haven’t done this sort of thing before.”

He offers a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry.” He gives you a thumbs up. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, alright?”

Your knuckles go white around the grip as you try to release some tension. ‘Don’t choke. That’s his job.’ “Yeah.” You return it. “Oh, are you free tomorrow night? I still have to give you that lesson.”

His face lights up. “Y-yeah! Totally!” He grins eagerly. “Should I go to your place? At what time?”

“We’ll hash out the details on the way back.” You look prominently to the lock. “Now, I take it you have some gadget or gizmo to help us open this bad boy?”

He kneels, pulling a device from the utility belt on his hip and sliding it into the card reader. “Of course.”

The door lets out a harsh buzz, the light turning green. You pull your sleeve forward onto your hand, pushing the door open.

The room smells like metal and mold and decay, a certain lethality hanging in the air when you enter. You stay close to the wall, pulling down a lever to illuminate the harsh laboratory in an even harsher light. And there, caught frozen as he pockets a vial, is Victor Falco.

His eyes flicker towards the door.

You tackle him to the ground, shifting your weight back onto his legs, and pin his arms above his head. “Donnie,” you call, stopping his struggling with a knife pressed against his neck, “would you be so kind as to find a few things for me? I can tell you where they are in the room, but I’m a bit preoccupied.”

“Uh, sure.” His voice sounds strange to you. Tight. Nervous? Confused? You ignore it for now.

“What is the meaning of this,” the scientist bellows from underneath you. “I demand you give me an explanation!”

“Oh be quiet, traitor.” You press the blade against his skin. “We both know the crime you’ve committed against your partner.”

His eyes widen.

You keep your eyes locked on him at all times. “The first thing you’re looking for is a container of mutagen. When you get to the desk, you should see 2 stacks of drawers.”

You do not hear his footsteps. “Mhm.”

“The bottom left drawer has a false bottom. If you pull it up, you’ll find a canister of mutagen.”

You hear the drawer slide open, the shuffling of papers. “Got it.”

“Fantastic. Now, on the desk should be a flash drive belonging to Rockwell. Grab that.”

“How could you possibly know?” You feel his wrist tense as he clenched his fist. “I was so thorough.”

“I’m psychic,” you lie, smiling coldly. “Be happy I met you here and not in your home.”

“Anything else?”

“Whatever is in his pockets, besides car keys and a wallet. You’re getting new chemicals.”

The doctor does not seem to like that idea. He starts writhing underneath you.

“If you don’t stop moving,” you sigh, bringing the knife up and down quickly, hovering over his left eye, “you, a neuroscientist, will have the pleasure of discovering firsthand if what people say about losing your depth perception is true. See, I’ve always heard that it settles, but I’m more than happy to see it happen firsthand if you’ll indulge me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You aren’t sure.” You chuckle darkly, fingers wrapping tighter still around his wrists. “I don’t need to be a psychic to feel your shaking.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a green blob crouch down, pulling vials from his pockets.

“You’re a child.”

“And yet I’m the one holding a knife to you.” ‘Why am I so calm?’ “You’re selfish. You’re prideful. You won’t try anything because I know you to be cowardly, and you won’t say anything,” you nod, “because, if you did, you would have to admit to breaking into your missing partner’s lab, and deal with the backlash regarding me and my associate bringing that hard drive to the police and letting them connect the dots.” You smile sweetly. “Donnie, would you be so kind as to get some distance between you and Mr. Falco?” You do not look over at him, focused on the current task. “If he pulls anything, you need to be able to bring that to the police.”

“Got it.” A few seconds pass. “I’m by the door.”

You slide the carving knife in that general direction. “Goodnight, Falco.” You grab his hair, slamming his head against the ground once as you leap to your feet. You grab the knife, sprinting towards the door. “And that is our cue to leave.”

Donatello, who is having interesting feelings about the whole thing, appears to have been snapped out of some sort of trance. He nods, and the both of you exit the scene.

--

You wipe your mouth on your sleeve, shaking as you rest your chin on the edge of the dumpster. “T-thanks,” you smile shakily. “I appreciate it, really.”

“Not at all.” He let your locks fall from his hand. “I imagine it’s hard, what with having hair and all.” He helps you down from your perch on a stack of crates. “Are you feeling alright now?”

“Besides my mouth tasting like stomach acid? Never better.” You sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. “Sorry. The nerves just kinda…” you trail off, cheeks dusted pink. “Well, you get the idea.”

“It’s alright, really.” He smiles fondly. “You were really bold in there. It was really cool.”

“I don’t feel cool. I feel the opposite of cool.” You start down the alleyway. “But at least we stopped a ton of problems in its tracks.”

You hear a primal cry as a large primate lands in front of you.

You look him in the eyes, already tired of this episode. “Good evening, Dr. Rockwell.”

His eyes snap to Donatello, who was already unsheathing his bo staff. You look over your shoulder at him. “Chill out. He’s cool.”

“He’s a giant monkey!”

“Dude, he’s a well-esteemed scientist.” You turn to face him properly, holding his arms out to get some proper separation. “Put the effin stick down.”

“But—” He stops, takes a deep breath, and sheathes the staff. “Alright. I’ll trust you.” He seems almost disturbed by your apparent ease.

You turn back to face him properly, smiling. “Doctor,” you nod, “your partner will be of no concern to you from this point onward. Rest assured; his research has been halted.” Your tone is politely respectful.

The wild eyes of the primate calm. He seems to at least sense the general sentiment. He nods once, leaping up onto the nearest rooftop and disappearing into the night.

You nod in satisfaction, looking back at the stunned Donatello.

“He calmed down so easily.”

“He has a human mind, for the most part.” You shrug, continuing down the alley. “Let’s head back. Man, if you dad knew the kind of trouble I just got him out of.” You giggle at his dumbstruck expression, walking backward to keep facing him. “Well, are you just gonna stand there lookin pretty or are you going to come with?”

His face goes red. He nods once, hurrying after you.

You two walk quietly for a little over a minute. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Totally.” You decide to bite the bullet and pull of the manhole cover. “What’s up?”

“Why do you call him that?”

“Call who what?” You start climbing down.

“You know, not call him Master Splinter.” He pulls the cover back on, landing beside you. “You always call him my dad or Yoshi or Mr. Hamato.”

“Well,” you shrug, “he’s your dad, right?”

“I’m not saying it’s a problem,” he clarified, “or that’s it’s incorrect, but most people—myself included—refer to him as Master Splinter.”

You start walking with him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Donnie,” you sigh, “but, if I can help it, I honestly hope I never have to call him that.”

“Why?” He walks beside you, eyes tracing your figure subtlety.

“Didn’t I already say?” You nod back in the direction you guys came from. “You saw how I acted back there. This is only episode six or seven. The trauma I’d have to go through as a ninja here would kill me,”

“But you have the guts for it.” His voice is certain. “You’re strong enough, mentally, to be a ninja.”

You pause, your throat catching. You wonder if he would still think so if he had seen how you had spent your nights.

He clears his throat, blushing again. “I think you are, anyway.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck silently. You feel him seize up under you. “Thank you,” you mumble.

He slowly relaxes, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. He rests his head on top of yours gently. Slowly, he buries his hand in your hair. He is always so warm— he makes you feel oddly safe. This is only the second time you have been this physically close to him, but you don’t think for a moment that he would try anything.

You back off, clearing your throat as your cheeks catch fire. “Sorry,” you smile timidly. “I’ve just been… I��m not usually this clingy.”

He blinks out of his stupor, looking down at you. “Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it.” He grinned giddily, almost drunk. “Y-You are all good.”

You swallow. “I’ve gotta do an introduction type project for school, so I gotta get back home.” You walk back in the direction you two came. “Come to my place at about seven tomorrow. I’ll order food.”

He nods, body relaxed. “Seven. Got it.” He does.

You wave, walking back to the ladder. “Then I’ll see you then.”

He stands there, watching you leave. As soon as he hears the sliding of the manhole cover back into place, he takes a moment to celebrate the victory before starting to walk back to the lair.

‘I got a date!’

Table of Contents

Chapter 5

Chapter 6, Part 2

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Supper’s Ready

Word Count: 2,033

Summary: A couple of weeks have passed since Danny’s accident with the portal. Fortunately, so far, he hasn’t experienced any symptoms at all, not even ghostly ones. Until one day, he begins throwing up ectoplasm.

Or, my take on Portal!Danny

Warning: Includes depictions of nausea and vomiting so...read at your own discretion

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Danny awoke with a groan. He clutched his stomach and squeezed his eyes together as a wave of nausea hit him. If he could, he would’ve laid there forever, curled up in a ball fighting the sick feeling in his stomach. But it kept getting worse, and worse, until his instincts drove him to blindly stumble to his bathroom. Kneeling before his toilet, he held his mouth open, wishing for whatever he ate earlier to just come out already. It felt like an eternity before his dinner left him. Panting, he laid his cheek against the toilet seat as he felt the nausea starting to subside.

He doesn’t remember the last time he threw up. Probably when he was a kid. It couldn’t have been mom’s cooking, right? He recalled the glass of milk he had before bed. It did taste a bit funky.

He stood up, sparing a glance at his dinner once again. He was just about to flush it away until something caught his eye. A single translucent drop of something that glowed brightly green. Jazz probably did have a point about not keeping the ecto-weenies in the fridge.

A couple of weeks have passed since Danny’s accident with the portal. Unfortunately, the portal remained unfunctional since the brief moment when he had activated it. At first, Jazz and his friends were extremely concerned for him. After all, he was practically electrocuted. But seeing that there were no lasting effects, over time they’ve let go of the incident. Things resumed back to normal, save for Jazz becoming a lot more protective of her little brother.

Danny flushed and rinsed the foul taste from his mouth. He made a mental note to throw out the milk in the morning as he climbed back into his sheets.

~

A few days later, Danny was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, struggling to understand why he kept getting this one math question wrong. He swears he’s following the same steps in the textbook example. He was just about to give up and move onto the next question when his mouth suddenly felt dry. No, not again. 

Ever since that night he puked, Danny’s stomach really wasn’t having it. More and more often the sick feeling would return, except nothing came out of it. He rested his head on his homework, waiting for the nausea to pass. At this point he just wanted whatever bad food, stomach bug, or whatever to leave him already. Maybe he should ask his parents to take him to the doctor.

At that thought, his gut uncomfortably lurched and he barely grabbed his wastebasket in time. It’s a shame those tater tots from the cafeteria had to go to waste. Just when he thought he was finished, he felt a painful jolt in his abdomen and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt something, with an almost slimy-like texture pour out. The sensation of it running up his throat made him feel even sicker than he was.

He took a moment to breathe before opening his eyes again. He almost dropped the bin at what he saw. It was the same glowing green substance he saw that other night. Except this time, it took up three quarters of his wastebasket! He couldn’t even see his lunch from earlier.

Slightly panicked now, he quickly scrambled up from his desk chair to get rid of it. If Jazz saw him now, she’d never let him hear the end of it. 

After flushing it away, he turned to the sink to clean himself up. But, the sight of himself in the mirror made him freeze.

He saw that green fluid, staining his white shirt as it steadily dripped from his chin. He almost gagged when he still felt it present in his mouth. But what truly frightened him was his now green irises, glowing brightly in the same intensity as the fluid. 

What was wrong with him?

~

Ectoplasm. That’s what was inside him.

Over dinner, his dad was excitedly explaining how he had extracted the substance from a ghost. His mom joined in, explaining its scientific properties. And while Jazz expressed her disgust at bringing something like that to the dinner table, the whole conversation was lost to Danny’s ears. All he saw was the small vial his dad was showing off, containing the same substance he had been heaving out daily in the last week.

~

Danny was in the middle of an English test when he felt it. It wasn’t all that painful anymore, and he’s gotten used to holding it down just long enough until he could get to a washroom. Still, it always was very uncomfortable. And inconvenient, especially at times like now. He raised up his hand and cringed as Lancer stared at him suspiciously.

“Yes, Mr. Fenton?”

“Can I—uh...go to the bathroom?”

Lancer sighed as he glanced at the clock. “Fine. Please hurry back though, you only have 20 minutes left for the test.”

“Thanks Mr. Lancer,” Danny mumbled as he got up from his seat. He fought the feeling of Wes glaring a hole in the back of his head, along with the weird stares from some of his other classmates. Sam and Tucker worriedly watched as their friend left the classroom.

Alone, in the bathroom, Danny used his hands to brace himself against both sides of the stall, as he crouched in front of the toilet, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He hated doing this at school.

He counted to three and then let go, expelling the seemingly endless supply of ectoplasm within him. Every time he did this, there was always that little nagging voice at the back of his head, telling him that he really should tell someone about this. His parents should know what to do, right? But, every time he attempts to do so, he just...he can’t go through with it. Hearing them rant about their pure hatred for ghosts and the inventions they’ve created just to torture them makes his stomach lurch for a whole other reason. He knows they love him...but...what if they try to hurt him?

As for Jazz and his friends, he honestly can’t bring himself to burden them more after the portal accident. After all this time, he still occasionally sees the guilt in Sam’s eyes. Besides, who’s to say this won’t go away on its own...right?

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand after he felt nothing else coming up. However, he was greatly mistaken. 

The next moment, sheer agony shot through his abdomen, causing him to lose balance and hit his back against the stall’s door. It never hurt this bad before!

His body went rigid when he felt a frightening chill freeze his insides. A burning green—almost yellow light was all that he could see as he was overwhelmed by the brutal sensation of his insides being ripped apart. His mouth was forced open by an invisible force as something else crept up his painfully inflamed throat. It wasn’t ectoplasm this time.

Panting heavily, all Danny could do was lay there against the door as the blinding light and pain gradually faded away. The first thing he saw after regaining his vision was a spectral tail disappearing into the ceiling.

~

“Good morning, this is Tiffany Snow reporting Amity Park’s latest breaking news. Recently, we have received several reports of ghost sightings. Witnesses have expressed that these ghosts have been trespassing their homes, destroying property, and terrorizing civillians. The Amity Police Depar…”

“Those no good specters!”

“Jack, honey, do you know what this means?”

“Of course Maddie, the town needs us!”

“But the sudden increase in ghost activity, it must mean something…”

“What are you sayin’ Mads?”

“Where would these ghosts be coming from? Natural portals don’t stay open long enough for any significant entities to escape the Ghost Zone. Unless...maybe something is causing them to stay open longer?”

“You might be onto something, gosh Mads you’re so clever! Well, better get right to sealing up those portals for good. Oh, I got the perfect idea for an invention!” Jack exclaimed as ran downstairs into the lab.

“Danny?”

Danny just realized he’d been holding his breath throughout his parents’ conversation. At the sound of his mom’s voice directed at him, he dropped his spoon. “Y-yea mom?” he stuttered as he anxiously gazed at her.

She was holding a silver-gray thermos with metallic green details. “Today, I’m packing your lunch in the Fenton thermos. We’d be horrible parents let you kids go to school defenseless. Just remember to point and push, okay?”

“Um, okay. Thanks mom,” Danny mumbled. 

She kissed his head before he could protest and said, “I’m going to help your father out. Have a great day at school sweetie.” 

After his mom disappeared downstairs into the lab, Danny morosely glanced at his half-eaten cereal. He’s probably not gonna keep it down anyways. Fenton thermos in hand, he grabbed his backpack and left to catch the school bus.

~

Danny could almost say he’s gotten used to being nauseous all the time. Now when he threw up, more often than not an actual ghost would come up. But now, the guilt from causing all the recent ghost activity grew with each passing day. Yet, no matter how much he’d tried stopping himself, all he did was make the pain even more unbearable. Something was seriously wrong with him.

One day, he recovered quickly enough to see an octopus-like ghost escape into the school’s hallways. As he exited the washroom, he saw the ghost hurling textbooks at students and scaring anyone that got near. 

This was all his fault. He winced as he saw poor Mikey get his glasses knocked off his face by his own math textbook. He had to do something. Wait. Danny reached into his bag, finding the now empty Fenton thermos.

“Just point and push, right?” he muttered to himself as he took aim at the ectopus. A light blue beam shot out the thermos, enveloping the ghost and pulling it inside. Danny blinked as he noticed the small display on the flask read 25% CAPACITY.

“Huh, that was easy.”

~

Using the Fenton thermos to capture the ghosts really helped ease some of his guilt. However, all too soon the thermos had hit its capacity and Danny had no idea what to do with it.

He’d secretly borrowed another one from his parents and already that one was full too. He needed to figure out something quick.

“Hey dad?”

“What’s up Danno?”

“Uh...how do you get rid of ghosts?”

“Son, I’m so glad to see you taking an interest in the family business! Me and your mom are still finding out a way to get rid of those spooks for good. For now, we’ve got the Fenton Ghost Weasel and the Fenton thermos to catch them.”

“But, what if you run out of space to keep them?”

Danny’s dad scratched his head in thought. “Never really thought much about that. I guess when the time comes, we just gotta send those suckers back where they came from. Maybe by then, we’ll find those portals that are causing us all this trouble.”

Back where they came from? 

By now, Danny knows that the accident with his parents’ portal had to have something to do with his...condition. And considering that all the ghosts are coming from inside him...maybe the portal did end up working after all. Except, not in the way he’d expected. He tried not to think too much about it. How an opening to an entirely different dimension was...inside him.

But, he had a more immediate problem to worry about. And as much as the solution grossed him out, he had no choice. 

Currently sat on his bed, Danny stared at the two full flasks in front of him. His dad’s words rang in his ears as he unscrewed the cap off one. His stomach turned uncomfortably as he spared a glance at its contents.

Bringing up the thermos to his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut to brace himself for what he was going to do next.

Here goes nothing.

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The Anya-Margaret (Thomas Shelby)- Chapter 1

“I’m thinking of killing off a few characters just to jazz up my autobiography.”

Masterlist

“Can’t catch me!” The young girl fled around the halls of her stately home.

A young maid, who was on nanny duty today, had the misfortune of chasing after the relentless girl.

She ran through halls with ceilings that she would never touch, no matter how much she grew.

The carpet was lusciously red and rich- it tickled her toes which only made the young girl giggle more as she toddled around the home.

The walls had a green design that was bright enough to make the house not seem boring, but dull enough to drive one insane, should they spend too much time looking for a cosmic purpose.

But young girls like her had no time to contemplate philosophy and the cosmos, as girls like her were too busy running with time.

Time ticks fast, but she ticks faster- never letting it overtake her for fear of the unknown.

——

“Oi Tom!” Arthur trudged into the betting shop, “new business in town. Well-not that new-but either way- they ain’t paying for protection, so I propose we go n’ ruff ‘em up.”

Thomas placed his pencil down on the document he was working on. He’d heard about this business, and he actually had plans for them.

“Aye, Arthur.” Thomas nodded, better now than never- it’s not like he wanted to sit at his desk all day- “I’ve got a proposal for ‘em.”

Arthur’s face shifted slightly with minor satisfaction as the thought of letting out some pent up nerves while smashing a blokes face in just made him feel a bit better.

“Who am I bringing then? John-boy? Scudboat? You’re coming too, Tom, ain’t ya?” Arthur was now pacing as his hands itched with anticipation.

Thomas only lit a cigarette with a blank look on his face, “actually, Arthur- it’s just going to be you, John and I visiting. I have a business proposal first.”

——

The streets of Small Heath were grimy and unpleasant, but not nearly as unpleasant as how thick the air became when they stepped closer and closer to the establishment.

“What they done, Tom?” John had his game face on. He was ready to kick ass and fuck up some poor blokes marriage. It’s going to be great.

“Ah, ah. Not yet, boys. I have a business deal to make first, should they refuse, then maybe you can sling their hook. But for now, I just need intimidation.” Thomas almost felt uneasy lighting a cigarette when the air smelt as though he’d had thousands already- but then again, he had to keep up appearances.

The door to the establishment was open, which contradicted the notice on the wall next to the frame that read;

“NO WALK-INS ACCEPTED.

MUST CONTACT VIA LETTER OR TELEPHONE AND PAY UPFRONT BEFORE SERVICE IS PROVIDED.”

“What the hell...” John muttered as he tried not to cough and splutter when entering the hazy room.

The shiny razors sewn into their caps almost seemed dull as the thick smoke clouded the room and clouded their eyes.

From what they could see, the work space was actually rather done up. The walls were a lush shade of rich red and the skirting board was lined with gold paint.

There was little furniture though and the place wasn’t nearly comforting despite its warm colours.

“What is this place?” Arthur grumbled, suddenly feeling a chill as he was overcome with the sense that he was in a waiting room, tapping his feet mindlessly as he waited for an appointment for a cause that did not sit well with him.

“It’s a morgue and cemetery, Arthur.” Thomas quipped quietly. He raised a finger to his lips as he stalked through the corridors that contradicted the atmosphere.

The three rather scary looking men heard giggling sounds coming from behind a door at the end of a long corridor.

Arthur and John glanced at each other, very confused.

The laughter though, was not one of sweet nature that you’d hear from a lady who made sweets, but rather a giggle or cackle that sounded sick and mocking and condescending.

Before Thomas could break down the door, he heard a low voice coming from within that had a thick accent over it.

“I heard this funeral is going to be grave affair, Mr Daniels.”

Thomas noted that the voice sounded a lot like a Russian merchant he’d met before the war.

He knew this business was doing well, but he didn’t expect doing-business-with-the-Russians-well.

Arthur had enough of waiting around and barged through the door.

There was silence for a moment and the clattering of utensils on a metal surface. “What the fuck is this?” He bellowed.

The other two brothers made haste with scrambling into the seemingly smoking room.

The four walls in the rather large room were a steely grey and Thomas wondered if it was actually iron and they were in a cage- it certainly felt like one.

“What-“ John cried, confusion fat, “the holy fucking shit is that?”

Thomas darted his attention to two figures in the corner of the room, one laying down on a high wooden table and another hunched over it like a lion over a deer carcass with an open light bulb hanging over head.

But it was only when Thomas looked closer, did he see the purple fingers of the figure on the table and the top of its nose- so pale and blue.

His inspection of the body was interrupted by the sound of Arthur’s gun clicking as he raised it up pointing at the hunched figure.

“Oi!” He grumbled, “step back from the body! By order of the Peaky Blinders!”

The hunched figure sighed and put down the metal instruments they clutched haphazardly in their fingers.

Thomas stepped forward and put a hand on the top of Arthur’s gun, motioning for him to put it away.

“Miss Florence Kent, I presume?”

The woman in front of them was of average height and had this unruly red hair that looked like it hadn’t seen comb in weeks. Her shoulders were hunched forward and it appeared that she constantly just swayed from side to side on the spot.

She wore trousers that protruded out from her legs, but were tied back together at her ankles brown paper bag style. She also wore a dirty creme coloured top that had long flowing sleeves that, like the trousers, bunched around her wrists. She honestly just looked like she only got half dressed- not in a whorish way, but it clearly needed something.

“Yup. Youse are Shelby’s, correct?” She gestured up and down with her arm to three rather unimpressed men who didn’t like being addressed with such casualty. Arthur was all but ready to put the fear of God into her heart.

Thomas ignored her comment and stubbed out a cigarette; “I’ve been lookin’ through the books, Miss Kent. I’ve noticed that you, a rather successful business, does not pay the protection of the Peaky Blinders.”

The red-haired woman smiled although it seemed more like a grimace, “and why do I need protection? Eh? Is someone going to steal my precious bodies” she put her palms to her cheeks, “oh no! Gah!”

Thomas was nearly at his wits end and John had already grabbed the back of his cap, waiting for Thomas to make a move.

“It’s not just outside enemies you’ll need to watch out for, maybe ones in your own establishment.” He blinked slowly and stood stock still “speaking of other enemies, where is your friend who you were talking to before we walked in? Husband? Business associate?”

The woman’s eyes widened as she gasped at the three men, “you believed that!” She bent over forwards as she cackled into her hand, “oh that’s so perfect! I’m nailing that accent. Woo!” She threw her arms up in the air mockingly.

“Okay, Tom. I’ve had enough of this.” Arthur snarled, but Thomas once again put his arm up to silence him.

“That’s not nice, let you’re brother talk, Tom.” The lady pouted teasingly. Thomas wondered, for the briefest of moments if this woman was clinically insane, but despite that, he’d met worse. He clenched his jaw “Miss Kent I have a proposal for your business.”

The woman with hunched shoulders rolled her eyes at all the formalities, but she never passed down the opportunity for a few dramatics, “alright, and what if I reject your business proposal?”

“Well you might find yourself in a room much like this, except you’d be the one with your guts in a jar?” Thomas tilted his head to the side, matching her teasing tone. If it was a game to her, then he’d play the game just ten times harder.

The woman scoffed and shifted her weight so she was leaning against the table “orright. Go on then- I love a bit of chit chat.”

She lit another cigarette and waited for Thomas’ long dramatic pause to end.

“You know what we do. You probably read the papers-“

“Kindling.”

Thomas sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. In any other circumstance, he would have shot her where she stood, but he really needed this business deal to go through- God, he hated being dependant on people. Especially the insane ones.

“So you know bodies are being found, and are being traced back to us when they get picked up from the cut?”

The woman stood up straight again and took the bud of her cigarette and mashed it into the side of the dead mans face who was still on the table. Thomas internally cringed and could have sworn that he heard John gag.

“And you want me to ‘sort out’ all the bodies the coppers ‘find’?” She used air quotes as she strolled around the other side of the table. “Also, can you tell your brother, yeah, to put down that feeble gun. It’s not very polite, y’know? Besides, it would be like shooting a gravestone if went for me.”

“What the fuck’s she on about, Tom? What are you on about, lady? You pulling some smimey witchcraft on us? I don’t like her Tommy, we can’t trust her. We don’t need her, we can deal with them bodies ourselves.” John was getting violently panicked, “we’re the Peaky fucking Blinders— she can’t do shit.”

“You’re right, John. I can’t do shit, but there will be no satisfaction in killing me. Go on, Johnny-” She spread her arms wide and tilted her head back. She shook her hands like she was dancing to jazz music, expecting an encore for her performance, “-lay one on me!”

“Fucks sake!” Thomas, who was clearly antsy and agitated, slammed his fist down on the table “we want you to be our body burner, right. Can you do that?”

“Jesus Christ, Sir.” She pottered around the room, moving jars and opening up cabinets that lined the wall vertically and horizontally.

The silence hung in the room for a while until Florence shifted on her heels, “so uh... what do I get for all this hassle?”

Thomas lit another cigarette. Something about this room and it’s pungent smell just put him on edge and made him uneasy.

“You get protection by the Peaky Blinders.” He stated plainly.

The woman shot him an unimpressed look, “if I wanted protection, I would have paid for it. Besides, why the hell would I care for your protection? Eh? The monsters gonna come get me, Shelby? Are you the monster? Why are you a monster, Thomas?” She tilted her head and squinted.

“Definitely insane” Thomas decided.

“Sure. The monsters. That’s not the point though. With this deal, you’ll be affiliated with the Peaky Blinders, therefore making you a target.”

“I still don’t want your protection. I’ll take the deal, but I don’t want youse lot just fuckin’ breaking and entering. Anyway, you weren’t too good at it either. I heard you all the moment you stepped through that door.” She opened different mason jars and took all sorts of herbs out and laid them out on a cloth.

After examining the stalks of which, she put them in a cement bowl and started grinding them down, “you’re lucky that I was curious to see who would have the balls to come here so I didn’t waste ya as soon as you stepped through.”

John scoffed, “sure you did, love.”

Florence continued to smash and squish the herbs into a dry green powder that looked not at all appetising.

The three men just stood and watched—not for any reason probably, maybe just intimidation and curiosity.

Thomas watched as she strode around the table with a heavy sway which made him wonder if the woman was shit-faced drunk.

When she walked in front of him, instead of alcohol like he was suspecting, he smelled something acute to salt and flowers, a strange combination. She walked with her toes turned outwards, almost like she had a limp in both feet and it was clear she genuinely had no regard for appearances to the three dangerous men.

She dumped the heavy cement bowl onto the table next to the pale blue and white body that made everyone but her in the room feel queasy.

“Are you boys gonna stick around to watch me slice this man open or do ya want to get the fuck out of my working space?” She picked up an instrument, not too dissimilar from a knife you’d see on your kitchen table, just this one had a bent head.

Thomas stood stock still but the other two men looked at each other with confused and pleading expressions. They could take ripping people a part limb from limb, but this... this was insufferable.

With the others gone, all that was left was Thomas and Florence, and the body.

“If you’re gonna stay, you can at least help me?” She said with a snarky tone. Thomas didn’t do shit for anyone so instead he just lit another cigarette and watched.

The woman took her bent knife—that was probably genuine medical equipment, but if Thomas was bored enough, he could most likely fashion his own—and dragged the knife across the corpses abdomen, just under his diaphragm.

“Lucky for you, I’ve already bled this one, so hopefully you don’t feel like disembarking your dinner.” She took the bag of ground up powder and put it into the top of a funnel with a tube attached to the end.

If Thomas was being honest, he felt sick to his stomach, he’d rather quit drinking for the rest of his life rather than sit and watch this—hell, he didn’t think he’d be able to consume anything for a week after this—but he had to keep up an appearance.

To be fair to him, it worked alright- Florence was slightly impressed by his devout need to prove himself to everyone.

He did falter though slightly when she jammed the end of the tube of the funnel into the line of the mans abdomen. He inhaled sharply when she took a jug of water and poured it into the funnel so it mixed with the powder, creating a thick gooey clear substance.

She held the top of the funnel in front of her face and shifted her weight so the front of her hips were resting against the tall table.

Thomas wondered if this woman could stand up straight.

She cast her gaze to the side to Thomas who had his eyes locked onto the slice in the mans abdomen as the goo passed through achingly slowly.

He moved his head up so they met eyes now from across the room. Maybe if it was a different setting, the scene would have been romantic, had they not been in a morgue and she not pouring goo into a dead mans carcass.

The room was supposed to be tense, it usually is when Thomas decides to enter with his dramatic bitch face. But for some reason, this woman wouldn’t let him affect her. At first Thomas thought it was fear; next he thought it was insanity; then he considered that maybe this woman just didn’t give a flying fuck about who he was and what he was doing there.

He hated that, just as much as he admired it.

“I’ll return another time to discuss business agreements.”

As the rather threatening man walked out of the door, Florence wondered if he too, was only just pretending to be human like herself most of the time.

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“I hear you’re in partnership with the Shelby’s.” The Irish accent that seemingly appeared out of nowhere startled the red haired girl.

Not because she didn’t hear him, just that you didn’t hear other dialects in this shit-hole of a city.

Florence didn’t look up from where she sat, examining the pages of a book. She took her index finger and held it up to the mans face as a silencing motion. “What’s you on about, Mister?” The woman answered finally.

She was curled up in a very uncomfortable looking dining room chair (even though there was no dining room) with a book in her knees and hunched shoulders.

“You we’re visited by the Peaky Blinders today, and you made an agreement with them, Miss Kent.” The man with the thick grey moustache snarled.

“Yes I did. You’re sounding a bit resentful there, Chester.” She didn’t move her head, but her large eyes shifted to where the man stood stiff with two officers behind him. Coward.

“I see they’ve told you about me.” He nodded smugly.

“No, actually. I just find these things out for myself.” She focused back on to the page and tuned out whatever the man who looked like he had a stick up his arse was saying.

“Why did they decide to initiate contact with you?” He asked plainly.

“Business.” She states in the same manor.

“Why didn’t they discuss business with your husband or superior?” He leaned in slightly.

“Because I don’t have either of those. This is my business and you clearly didn’t read the sign outside.” She yawned and sniffed quietly. She reached for her cigarette tin and lit one up.

“We are royal officials. Your sign does not bypass the need for law and order. Besides, your reports will not be acknowledged, so there’s no need- I have friends in high places.” He stated condescendingly.

“Yeah? Well I’ve got friends in low places.”

Campbell slammed his fist onto the wall next to him, which probably would have been more intimidating, had he not hissed in pain and the wall not had been made out of brick. “Why did you agree to business with those scum of the Earth rats!” He bellowed.

Florence didn’t flinch. She only sighed and put down her book, cigarette still resting in her mouth, “because I do business with people who offer money. Good money. Don’t take it personally, but take it all the same.” She folded her hands on her stomach and interlocked them with a dull look on her face.

“And what if I offered you your life for information on the Peaky Blinders?”

“Okay, lets get this straight. I don’t want shit from you. My death will not and does not burden me. I won’t give you information on the Peaky Blinders, because I can’t be arsed to listen to them. So go on, have at it!” She abruptly stood up and stalked to the door on the other side of the room, but not before turning round with a grin on her face, “oh, and by the way, Chester. Please do take this very personally... Man up soldier- oh wait.” She cackled and didn’t miss the inspectors fists clenching as his brow tensed.

Without another word, Inspector Campbell left the premise. He knew that he’d see to it that this arrogant, harlot woman would see consequences of her blind confidence.

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Okay. A lot of things are really slowing down here and I have no idea when the next chapter will be up.

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Chp. 37

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CEO!Jaehyun AU x Reader

College Student!Jaemin AU x Reader

Summary: After a complicated relationship with the infamous CEO, you want nothing more than to live your life as a normal college student; however, Mr. CEO just can’t let you go.

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Jaehyun’s pov

The feeling of my comfortable chair gave me a tiny ounce of relief. I let my body sink into the furniture as the slow jazz music played in the background of my study room. Although the music was relaxing, my mind was not. I ran my hand through my already messed up hair as I recalled the events that happened the past days.

The moment the projector screen lit up, I knew someone was set to sabotage the night. What I didn’t know was that they would stoop so low as to sneak into my company and expose my personal love life.

I quickly ushered the security to come forward in an attempt to bring down the video that never seemed to end. I hate to say this, but Jaemin was actually of help. Not only did he stop the projector from playing, but he even assured his father in as many ways as he can to prevent an argument. As the two of us tried to explain to the chairman, we were rudely interrupted by a wave of reporters. Suddenly, the speakers intruded our eardrums.

This is the true identity of the person you plan on working with. An office romance with an intern? How can someone be so unprofessional… I am hugely disappointed and so should you.

The distorted announcement kept ringing in my ears. My heart shattered when I scanned the ballroom, desperately searching for y/n, but to no avail did I find her. I panicked and rang the group chat in an attempt to find her whereabouts. I was worried sick at this point, not even bothering about the rowdy reporters and their flashing cameras. It was a bad idea, but I did it anyway. I pushed through the crowd and left the chairman to explain himself. 

This very action made it final that Starship will not be working with my company anymore, but the only thing on my mind was my girlfriend. I wasn’t going to leave her alone in this situation. I know her well enough to know that she will put all the blame on herself when in actuality, it was all my fault. 

My phone buzzed and I quickly checked the notification. The next thing I knew, I dropped my phone and ran to the women’s bathroom. As I ran past the many hallways and doors, my heart sank deeper and deeper. At that moment, it felt as if I was seven years old again, running to the hospital to find my mom. I remember running away from home when I witnessed my father’s affair, reaching my mom’s hospital room a little too late, and the letter she left me that caused me to cry in the middle of the hospital until my eyes burned.

On the letter, it read: If you get this letter, then it must mean you got in a fight with your father, my husband. Don’t be too mad at him sweetie, you’ve been a good boy and have done nothing wrong. I was simply too weak to provide your father any happiness so he did what any other person would do. Please forgive him, son. However, your father’s and my actions do not define who you are. You are special. You are not just any other person. Makeup with your father, but do not be like him. You are too pure-hearted for this world and so you must grow up to be strong and only love those you can trust. Never fall for those who want to benefit from you, but never lose those who make you feel at home. Home is where your heart lies. My dear son, follow your heart and everything else will follow. Love you always, Eomma~

At that very moment, I followed my heart. I ran like my life depended on it, because it did. I prayed to the gods that the love of my life was ok.

When I reached the ladies restroom, I found Soyeon with a tear-stained face, sitting against the wall. I was about to lose all sanity, thinking of the worst case scenario. Roughly, I gripped her shoulders, shaking her to snap her out of her sorrow daze. “What the fuck happened to y/n?!” I shouted louder than I wanted to, fear taking over me. I continuously shook her, trying to get an answer from her.

She slowly snapped out of her daze and turned to me, wiping her face, she softly answered, “S-she fainted. I didn’t know what to do...” She continued to explain with her eyes shaking in fear, “I kept tapping her but s-she wouldn’t respond. I-I called Mark over and he took her somewhere...”

I kneeled down in front of her, a wave of relief washed over me after hearing that Mark was taking care of her. I silently comforted Soyeon, getting ready to take her home from this chaotic mess I caused. 

As soon as I got home, I relentlessly tapped my phone. I contacted y/n and everyone that might know where she is. I need to know she was fine, but I received no response.

The next day, I turned on the tv to see news about y/n and me scattered all over the channels and on my tablet. I figured she’d seen them all by now, so I had to text her again to make sure she was ok.

I waited and waited for her response but nothing came. 

Finally, I ran to my phone when I heard it buzz, but the next thing I knew, my heart shattered into a million pieces. 

Jaehyun... I don’t think I can do this. It’s just too much... bye

I stared at the text she sent me. I know she’s only doing this as a habit of running away from her problems. I know. I know that it was exactly like how she ran away from me after developing feelings for me during our complicated relationship. I know it. I just know she still loves me and that's why I text her back, trying to set everything right. Trying to convince her to stay with me.

But she doesn’t reply.

I call her.

But her phone is turned off.

Rage took over me and I threw my already cracked phone across the living room, not even caring that it left a hole through the glass window.

The next few days, I spent my time locked up in the study. Neither did I slept nor did I talk to anyone, not even Johnny or Lucas. Occasionally, I would hear Soyeon pounding on my door, but I paid no attention. For the only thing on my mind was losing the love of my life.

It was all my fault. I dragged her into this lifestyle knowing she did not want the spotlight. I made her hide our love for the sake of my reputation. I was too caught up with loving her that I never realized how much I trapped her. It was nobody’s fault but me and my selfish tendencies. I was too greedy to ask for both success and love so now I’m face to face with its consequences. 

The vinyl record stopped playing and I was brought back to the present. I walked forward to change the record, a familiar R&B song played and immediately, I was thinking of her again.

This was the song that played whenever I was with y/n. I recall the morning after sleeping with her. This time, I was sober enough to feel every part of her. The song was playing in the background while she fell asleep on my chest. I would chuckle at how she acted so tough but ended back up in my bedroom. Her soft breathing would send shivers down my body. Back then, I thought it was only lust I felt. However, even then, I felt a warmth surround me every time we slept together. Her very presence made me feel at peace, whether we were making out or endlessly bickering. I loved every moment I spent with her, even when we were only sleeping buddies.

After our childish tickling battle and yet another intense session of fucking, I softly played this song in the bedroom as y/n hogged all my blankets on the bed. Her soft breathing and the sound of the music meshed perfectly into a serene tune. I remember laughing to myself. Never would I have thought anyone would know about me being ticklish nor thought I would do such childish things and laugh so hard from it. She made me feel like a kid that day, a kid that said “lotion” instead of “sorry.” That day, I only cared about having fun and not having to worry about why my father did what he did nor about my company struggling because of a spoiled brat. I felt like I was truly myself when I’m with her.

This song also filled the bookstore while I read her my favorite quotes from Pride & Prejudice. That wasn’t a mere coincidence, however. I did purposely tell the cashier to play the record when I saw it in midst of the endless boxes of vinyl. That was one of the first time I shared an innocent kiss with her. Ironic that the innocent kiss came after all the endless nights of lust. Nevertheless, my heart felt something that day. It was as if it was doing flips over and over again. Maybe it was because she initiated the soft kiss first, or maybe it was because she called me cute afterward. Or maybe it was just the fact that I had already started to fall in love with her.

Again, the song played in the background of my living room as I lulled her to sleep. I remember smiling to myself as I stared at her puffy eyes, having cried from watching The Notebook and was then clinging onto me while falling asleep. It was the very first time she truly believed that love in fiction could exist. She believed in it so much that she cried. It made me realize just how much our existence changed each other. I was the hopeless romantic who read romance to never forget how love can make up for so much. On the other hand, she was the atheist who read romance novels to see how love was just “fiction.” Although we both shared the same tough act toward others, we gradually changed. We became our real selves when we were together. We were each others’ safe haven. We weren’t just in a relationship, we formed a home.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I thought of our shared memories. She was my home. My heart only beats for her, and only her. 

My mom’s words suddenly filled my mind:  Never lose those who make you feel at home. Home is where your heart lies.

I wiped the tears off my face. That was it. I loved her too much. My world revolves around her and I am not going to lose her. It’s time for me to man up and show her that our love can overpower all hatred.

I rushed out of my study and left my house. I knocked wildly on Soyeon’s door. The moment the door flung open, I said with all seriousness, “I know what I need to do now, and I need your help again.”

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Losing Hope

Prompter: @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

Prompt: Tucker is turned into a vampire

Length: 1718

Warnings: Implications

The motel room was cold and smelled like something had recently died in it. Yet this place was one of the few he could afford with his meagre savings and lack of ID. Here he could hang out until he could fix what was wrong with him.

It would be a while before anyone would even look for him. His parents believed he was sleeping over at Sam's while his friends believed he was at home sick. School had let out two weeks ago so there were going to be no nosy teachers questioning his whereabouts. He was home free.

Tucker Foley threw himself onto his bed. It creaked from all of his weight. He threw his bag against the wall, accidentally ripping part of the old floral wallpaper. The comforter smelled of mould. He was almost afraid to see the sheets beneath. At least it meant that maids don't come up here often. He wouldn't be noticed if he snuck back in...

He picked up the old remote on his bedside table. Half of the buttons were stuck, but it would have to do for now. He turned on the television.

The news was airing another ghost attack. Lance Thunder looked just as uncomfortable as ever.

“Well Amanda, the creep crate is attempting to rob the antique store once again. The Fentons are trying to subdue him. There is still no sign of Phantom.”

Behind the reporter, the Box Ghost was running as fast as he could. A box full of old clocks floated behind him while Jack Fenton chased him with a Fenton bazooka. Every time he shot at the blue ghost, he missed. It was laughable. Danny leaves them the weakest ghost and they still couldn't catch it!

Danny...

It wasn't fair! How come Danny managed to get the cool powers and keep his humanity? Danny got to be the world-famous hero, but Tucker would have to spend each and every day trying not to murder anyone. Why couldn't Sam had been bitten by her creepy friend instead of him? At least the style would have suited her! Why did Tucker always get the short end of the stick? Was this punishment for some awful crime he couldn't remember?

Tucker felt the bitterness creeping through his soul. That wasn't good! He needed to focus on something else before his powers went out of control. Who knew what horrible ability would make itself known? Besides, Jazz always told Danny that good things come to those with a positive attitude.

He changed the channel. A cartoon about a giant mouse and a cat was playing. They were going on some sort of adventure. It was the type of show his grandma used to put on when he was little. It was stupid and mindless, the perfect escape from his panicked mind.

He kicked his shoes off, leaving them to unceremoniously fall onto the floor. He thought about switching into his pyjamas, but what would be the point? He probably wasn't going to get much sleep at night anymore. His body needed to get used to his new needs.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. Tucker jolted upright, fear coursing through his body. Was it the police? How did they manage to find him?

“Room service!” The voice sounded like the high pitch Danny used to imitate Jazz.

“It's three in the morning lady!” Tucker yelled back, “Go away!”

The person who was most likely Danny, could not be deterred. Instead, the banging became louder and more frequent.

“Go away, Danny!” Tucker yelled. It was still dark out. He still may have those urges. The thought of accidentally killing his best friend only added to the rising panic attack.

And annoyed Danny Phantom phased through the wooden door. In his left hand was two paper bags with the Nasty Burger logo on them. In his right hand, he was balancing a tray of drinks.

“Really Tucker?” Danny rolled his eyes. The ghost boy summoned his transformation rings, “Why did you ru-“

“Stay in your ghost form!” Tucker yelled. The runaway wondered if he had woken up anyone. He hoped they would take him as a normal dude and not come down to investigate.

“Okay.” Danny placed the tray on the side table. He threw one of the greasy bags at Tucker before sitting down on the bed.

The runaway peeked inside the bag. Danny had bought him three burgers and filled the remaining bag full of fries. There was enough food to last him a day or two if he was careful. At Tucker's surprise, Danny smiled.

“Valerie was closing. When I told her I was ordering for you, she filled the bag. I think she may have developed a crush on you Tucker.”

Pain seared Tucker's heart. Why did he have to go on that stupid date?

Danny gracefully sat down on Tucker's bed. The two ate in silence, pretending to watch the inconsequential adventures of the cartoon rat and cat.

Inside his mind, Tucker was falling apart. He knew his best friend would try to convince him to go home, but Tucker could never go back again. Danny would try to find the positives, perhaps even suggest Tucker become his own superhero. Yet the ghost boy didn't understand the intense longing Tucker had every time he looked at a human.

Danny seemed to be deep in thought as well. He was frowning, and every so often he would narrow his eyes or cringe. It was like he was having a war within. Finally, Danny decided to speak.

“As much as I am enjoying watching whatever this is... We need to talk.”

We need to talk...

It sounded like something Sam would say. Her influence was rubbing off of Danny too much. Briefly, Tucker wondered if Danny would be embarrassed if he mentioned it.

“Why did you run away? Did one of the ghosts threaten you?”

“NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT GHOSTS!” Tucker shouted, “SOMETIMES YOU REALLY ARE A FENTON!”

His best friend took a deep breath. Tucker could almost hear Danny counting down from 10.

“Tucker,” Phantom said, barely keeping the hurt out of his voice, “What happened?”

Unearthly green eyes met emerald. Neither of them found themselves backing down. Minutes past before Danny finally seemed to yield. Tucker should have known better. Danny always had been the most determined of the trio.

“If you don't tell me, I'll just bring you back home,” The ghost boy stood up and crossed his arms. Tucker knew he would stick to the threat.

“I am a vampire.” Tucker was careful to keep emotion out of his voice. Admitting his problem had a calming effect. It was like accepting a punishment one didn't deserve. With the calm came a feeling of hopelessness.

“So, Sam was right…” Danny's stubbornness deflated. Now he looked lost and unsure. It was bizarre to see such emotions on the usually cocky ghost boys face.

“My life is over. No cheerleaders, no movie theatres, no graduation, and no future career in technology. Now, do you see why I can't go home?” Tucker brought his knees to his chest. Part of him wanted to feel something. He just felt so... Empty.

“We'll think of something. Maybe there's a way we can refocus those powers or-”

“No Danny, Tucker interrupted, “I'm not half-vampire! I bear  the full curse! If you were in human form, I would have killed you! I barely stopped myself from killing the clerk. I’m a monster…”

“We will figure something out.”  Danny had always been the optimist, almost to a fault. Tucker knew it was only a matter of time before the vampire overtook the human. Then Phantom would have to subdue him.

“You can't be the only vampire... Maybe Vlad can help! He kind of looks like one...” Danny had started to pace back and forth.

“Or Vlad will use me as a weapon against you?” Tucker suggested.

Danny paused and gave an unimpressed glare. Then he noticed the clock on the wall.

“I have to go. I'm sorry”

“Patrol?” Tucker felt anguish streak through his heart. He needed his best friend! Couldn’t Danny miss one stupid patrol? Memories of a grieving and guilty Phantom flickered in the back of his mind. Tucker was being selfish again. Bad things always happened when Danny missed his nightly rounds. There was a reason Amity Park was one of the safest places on earth.

“Trust me, Tuck. Sam and I will think of something. Remember to shut your blinds. (Sam said sunlight hurts you.) Sam has a book that you might find useful.  See you tomorrow night!”

Within the next minute, Danny was gone. The vampire chuckled to himself as he cleaned the wrappers. If Danny thought he was going to stay put... Then he was way too trusting. Tucker would switch apartments for the rest of the night. Once the sunset, he would travel further away.

He couldn't burden his best friend with his mistakes. Danny already had the whole world on his shoulders with the ghosts. He didn't need any more difficulties. The hero couldn’t constantly watch him. If Tucker did massively screw up, which he undoubtedly would, the ghost boy would forever blame himself. The best thing to do would be for Tucker to leave.

After throwing away his and Danny’s wrappers, the teen grabbed his bag. He pulled out his cell phone and PDA. Tucker knew he should have left them at home, but he couldn't bear the part with his babies.

Here, Tucker needed to become a man. No one was going to solve his problems for him. Danny or the police will track him down (he cursed his stupidity for not getting rid of the find friends app). He turned the TV off and left.

He had to do this on his own. He would find a cure or learn to control his urges. He would go back to Amity Park. He would hug his parents, apologize to Danny and ask Valerie on a date. He would scream at Sam for setting him up with a vampire, and the two would be friends again. The trio would hunt ghosts like they used to. Everything would go back to normal.

He couldn’t lose hope.

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[ROUGH DRAFT] Corren’s Backstory

Okay so i REALLLY stress the “rough draft” part because I need to run this by my dm and he’ll probably need me to make changes, but this is the general idea so far- granted its worded for him and the group who know the story already rather than for like a new player, so sorry if a lot of things are out of context XD

JAZZ THIS IS SPOILERS SO IF I CATCH YOU READING THIS ILL FITE U >:(

Content Warnings: Death, emotional and physical abuse, violence, depression

Life for Corren was pretty par for the course for a Marelienth child. He lived with his father, mother, and 2 older siblings in a somewhat large town known as Warrencrest. Warrencrest was a town nestled in the Thistlepoint mountain range- a range named for the thistle-bearing plants that lined the edges of the trails. Many adventurers traveling through the mountain range wouldn’t take the trail through Warrencrest, so the city did not see many travelers. Of course travelers and adventurers weren’t rare, but the town was mostly made of Marelienth residents.

Growing up, Corren was the youngest of three siblings- his brother Julian being the middle child and his sister Mila being the eldest of the bunch. Mila and Julian were very close in age, though Corren was considerably younger. Despite this, they were as close as siblings could be- even building a tree house on their property. Most in his town practiced spellcasting in one way or another- and that followed to his family. Julian was a necromancer, and Mila was an Evoker. Due to a lack of visitors and adventurers, there were often all sorts of jobs and mini-quests posted for townsfolk to take to earn some extra cash.

Julian and Mila were definitely the adventuring types, always taking jobs to help provide for the family when not working their usual jobs. They loved every minute of it, and they’d do it full-time if they didn’t have a family to help provide for. Corren was far too young to accompany them, since many quests involved either fighting enemies and monsters or some other form of treachery, but they let him tag along on more tame quests such as deliveries or escorts. They were both so kind and happy to have him tag along, and he wanted to be just like them when he grows up.

… But things couldn’t be perfect forever. When Corren was about the Marelienth equivalent of a pre-teen, Mila got sick. It didn’t seem serious at first, but her condition slowly began to deteriorate. No one knew exactly what this illness was nor where she contracted it, but many believe she contracted it on one of her adventures with Julian. Healers in Warrencrest did whatever they could to help save her, but for whatever reason, they couldn’t. She died in their home.

Julian and Corren were understandably devastated upon losing their big sister, and neither really knew how to cope. The day she died, they spent the entire afternoon in their treehouse, just hugging each other close and not saying a word, crying in each other’s arms. … Though, Julian was a grief-stricken young adult with a focus in necromancy. That never ends well. That night, while everyone else was sleeping, Julian snuck to where they kept Mila’s body… and attempted to use his magic to resurrect her. One cannot truly resurrect a corpse unless they are level 20, and Julian was far from 20, but that didn’t stop him.

Corren woke to the sound of screaming, rushed over to where the noise had come from- only to find his sister’s corpse, still fresh and beginning to rot… attacking his brother. Mila was not herself anymore, she was a mindless undead creature with the mind of a cornered animal. Corren watched in horror as his parents rushed over to help Julian and ultimately kill the creature that was once Mila. Being only one undead creature, the battle itself wasn’t hard, but it looked too much like Mila for anyone to willingly bring more harm than necessary to it. The battle quickly ended and she was laid to rest a final time.

This was the last straw for their parents, though. They chewed Julian out for being so reckless and for essentially desecrating their daughter’s corpse. As things escalated they eventually kicked Julian out of their home forever, unofficially banishing him from the town. Corren attempted to protest, but no one listened to him. As they were throwing him out, Julian caught one last look at his little brother and shouted “We’ll meet again, this isn’t goodbye forever!” and, as a physical reminder of this promise, threw a pendant to Corren. The pendant was nothing special- a simple amethyst wrapped with copper wiring on a chain, but Julian would always wear it, and now it belonged to Corren.

To this day, they still haven’t found each other. Julian could be long dead for all Corren knows. He has no leads on where his brother could have possibly ended up.

The next few years were the hardest. Being the Marelienth equivalent of a teenager, he now had to truly focus on studying and magic, and his parents became extremely strict with him now that he was the only child of theirs that wasn’t dead or disowned. They forbade him from any questing, as they believe that’s what killed Mila, but they also forbade anything to do with necromancy, as that’s what Julian specialized in and they didn’t want Corren to turn into someone like that. They pressured him into various “safe” schools of magic, to which Corren eventually decided on Chrono-Busting.

Over the years, the tree that their childhood treehouse rested upon grew old and began to rot, and one storm brought winds high enough that made the tree topple altogether. The treehouse was ruined and unsalvageable, and as Corren stared at the wreckage that once brought him so much joy, he felt that last pit of childhood innocence fade from his soul. He kept to his studies, completely absorbing himself in books to try and distract himself from the vast emptiness he felt inside himself. As he learned how to properly cast Rope Trick, he found the room he was brought to could be molded to look like anything he wanted… … Of course, it was that tree house. It was still empty and depressing without his siblings, but at least it gave him good memories to cling to.

 … Though, he still kept the small amethyst pendant that Julian gave him. He simply couldn’t hate his brother, no matter how much his parents tried to convince him of how awful his brother was. He still looked up to Julian and still aspired to be like him… maybe without the whole “messing up in trying to revive their dead sister” part. He couldn’t help himself, as he started to study necromancy on the side, learning a few spells in that field. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but… he simply couldn’t help himself. 

One night, however, his father caught him practicing his necromancy, and things quickly went south. Corren admittedly doesn’t remember much about what happened that night, it was a blur. All he remembers is there was a lot of yelling- mainly from his father- him trying to explain himself, his father grabbed something from the desk, a sudden movement- and next thing he knew, Corren was on the floor, a dull throbbing in his head as he only saw red from his right eye. Time felt like it slowed down from there- he wasn’t sure if it was from the adrenaline or the fact that he was studying how to manipulate time itself, but it was just enough to act before he got hurt any worse. He didn’t mean to cast a magic missile… it just… happened. To be honest, to this day he’s unsure if he killed his father or simply wounded him, because once he hurt his own parent he knew there was no going back. Panicking, he took the amethyst necklace, a cloak to shield him from the elements, and ran.

He knew he wouldn’t survive a winter in the Thistlepoint range without a proper shelter, so his first order of business was to get away from the mountains and flee to a town with a more temperate climate. As he was crossing one river, he spotted his reflection in the water and realized why his vision in his right eye had gone wonky: whatever he got hit with was sharp, and left a good scar across his eye. Great, now he looks like a criminal too. But it was something he’d have to live with. His vision returned to normal within a few weeks which was good, though of course he still needed glasses. 

The next few years he just spent on the run, hopping from town to town. He never stayed in one place too long, as he didn’t want to raise any suspicion and for people to find out he was a runaway from a town he could potentially be wanted in. He absolutely hated this life, he hated feeling like a criminal, he hated how afraid he was to be found out and forced back home, he hated how he barely scraped by… and he hated being alone. He missed Mila. He missed Julian. … At least his scar slowly healed over the years, to the point where most don’t notice. At least he didn’t look like a criminal anymore.

One day, going between towns, he ran into the city of Lilenthemar. The story he told the residents there was that he was some kind of refugee from the Crescenfall area. Luckily they seemed to trust him and his story enough to allow him to stay a while, so that became his temporary home. … One day, though, he ran into an interesting fellow by the name of Jethro Mosen. He doesn’t even remember how they began talking, especially since Corren was far from the social type. Yet- something just clicked. He found himself conversing with this man, avoiding as much about his own story as he could but rather focusing on who he currently was. Though, Jethro seemed to have picked up on something, and began asking more… intellectual questions. It felt as though he was being quizzed… but Corren didn’t study magic and history for years for nothing, so he answered everything with ease. 

Then… Jethro smiled. No one had smiled at him like that since he was a child. Before he could question it, Jethro offered to hire him as a historian for the Mosen household. Corren couldn’t believe what he was hearing. To be offered a job and a place to stay- and to offer that to a stranger? There had to be some kind of catch, right? Jethro explained that whatever his story was, he was clearly qualified. Maybe it was obvious that Corren was currently homeless and jobless, to be offered a position on the spot, but… how could he say no?

And that’s what lead him to live in Lilenthemar as he aged into adulthood. He had a job that paid for food, a shelter to keep him warm, a place far from Warrencrest… And most importantly, he had Jethro. Someone who took him in and cared for him, seeming not to care about who he used to be but rather who he is now, and was so much more than an employer, he was a friend. He was even the only person that Corren had ever told his true backstory to, and despite being a runaway criminal, Jethro was so understanding and non-judgemental to his situation. Some may think that his feelings towards his employer are romantic, and honestly Corren himself doesn’t really know what he feels for Jethro… but all he knows is that for the first time in many years, he didn’t feel completely empty anymore.

The next few years he remembered what it was like to feel happy. He grew his magical skills, still mostly chrono-based but with his typical dash of necromancy. He learned to handle firearms to defend himself if magic couldn’t suffice. He began a collection of books that quickly grew into full library now that he didn’t have to be on the run with minimal possessions anymore. He even wrote a few books based on his studies, mainly focusing on the Menoa tree. He spent much of his time studying the magical properties of this place, albeit a bit frustrated that he couldn’t ever seem to activate these supposed magical properties. He kept the amethyst pendant all these years and almost never took it off, though he usually wears it underneath his clothing to protect it, so it’s rare for anyone to actually see it. He spent much of his time with Jethro, offering to help out with chores or housekeeping whenever not doing his usual historian tasks. He would find just about any excuse to have bonding time with the other, but why wouldn’t he? He may not have been this exciting adventurer that he wanted to be when he was a child… but he had a stable life that treated him well, which is more than what most of his adolescence offered.

But then… he met the F.U.C.K.s, as Jericho was Jethro’s son and the crew needed escort to the Menoa tree. Corren was more than willing to help someone of the Mosen family, so he didn’t mind giving them escort at all. Though… they quickly revealed themselves to be so much more than a typical group of adventurers. The Menoa tree immediately reacted to their presence, putting them through a series of trials before bestowing a magical weapon to Jericho. And yet… they hardly reacted, as if this was normal to them. Corren… admittedly had a meltdown in front of them, he’ll admit it, yet he just couldn’t wrap his head around who the hell these people were! Who just shows up, activates a magical tree, accepts a magical object from said tree, then turns around and leaves like that isn’t a huge deal?! Yeah, no, that was enough excitement for him. He escorted them back and told them how to get to their next destination… then he took a goddamn nap. He was so done with that crazy shit.

… Yet, he couldn’t quite forget them as easily as he wanted to. There was something so familiar about them… and then it clicked. They were just like Julian. Loud, dorky, rushing head-first into adventure, and not questioning how crazy life was for them. He nearly forgot what living life as an adventurer could be like, since that was something he gave up in favor of a stable life. He did whatever he could to distract himself from these thoughts, yet they never failed to creep back.

One day, while with Jethro, they both received the news that Jericho and company were going to war. Not just any war, the war against the Scabbards- Corren was lucky enough to have never run into them before, but he heard the stories over what they were capable of. They both knew this wasn’t going to be an easily-won war, and many would die in its wake. Jethro was worried about his son, and could Corren blame him? They weren’t fighters, though, so all they could do was sit back and wait for news- good or bad. … Unless?

To this day he didn’t know what came over him, but Corren offered to go and assist Jericho, doing whatever he can to keep him and his party alive. He came up with every excuse to go: he was a historian and wanted to witness this historical event, he was a skilled spellcaster who could help the party when need be, he had a sniper rifle and pistol to use when not using magic, so on and so forth. Something was pushing him to join and help… and he had a feeling Jethro could see that, considering how willingly he allowed Corren to go.

And that’s how he rushed to the city of Joshua as fast as he could. Admittedly, he was pretty late in the game, considering how the walls came down and just how many either evacuated or lied dead on the ground. But he knew who he was here for, and he was determined to catch up to them… of course he tripped the moment they saw him. Of course. But he was relieved to see that everyone in the party was still alive. It took some convincing, but they let him tag along and offer whatever help he could.

This had to be the worst place to begin adventuring- right near the climax of a brutal war? Well, things were never easy for Corren, so he gladly took on the challenge. Maybe it was rude to feel so exhilarated when so many were dying around him, but hey, he’s part-necromancer, death is far from foreign to him. But what made his heart race more than anything was the party he was with. They were brave and strong, inspiring and kind, even if annoying and confusing at times- they were just like Julian. In every action they took, in every enemy they slain, he saw his brother. He saw his brother in each and every one of them. He’d never admit it, but he was quickly growing endeared to them- he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he knew that it was right. 

All he has to do is try and prevent these dorks from getting killed.

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No pressure or anything.

#my fics #...? #rough draft #Corren #dnd oc #this is just- the general idea of what i wanted for him #mainly 1- why he likes necromancy and 2- why hes so closed off emotionally and 3- why hed wanna help the crew

[bunnyhani]

A Little Insomniac

Pairing: (Platonic!) Seo Changbin x Bang Chan. (Also Platonic! Stray Kids x Seo Changbin on the side.)

Genre: Fluff and angst. (It seems like I don’t write anything else.. xD)

Warnings: Not really? Some language..? Insomnia..

Summary: Changbin has never self-proclaimed himself as someone who suffers from insomnia. Sure, there were sometimes nights when he couldn't fall asleep easily, but he always did in the end and successfully slept through the night. Until he didn't.

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Changbin was tired. The comeback was so near and he felt drained. Of course making music was fun and all that jazz, but so was sleeping. He felt like he was a walking corpse and so were others, so he wasn't a special snowflake. Then there were Chan and Jisung, who were on a entirely different scale of tiredness. They were exhausted, but somehow they kept going. They might have been more irritated than usual, but they still held onto their beautiful smiles and interacted with the members, helping them out and doing other activities. Of course, Changbin did too, but he felt like he just... Wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer. He always looked forward to getting to his bed, when all the lights were off and the dorms were dark, tiptoeing to their rooms along with the rest of 3racha. Sometimes the morning sun was peeking it's light through the window blinds and Changbin merely glared at the window then, always shutting the blinds more tighter. The sunlight just reminded him how little rest he was going to get and how unproductive he was (he wasn't but that's how he felt like).

Changbin collapsed onto his bunk bed, slightly shaking it but thankfully, Hyunjin wasn't bothered, if the boy's snoring was anything to go by. He whispered his good night to Jisung who just grumbled something similar in return, before falling asleep. Changbin just listened to the room, which was now filled with other people's calm breathing. It was kind of creepy thinking about it, since he was actually just listening to people breathe when they slept, but Changbin really couldn't do anything else. He also found comfort in it, it reminded him that he was never truly alone. While on some days he was annoyed by this fact, but during nights, he was just glad. It was kind of like unintentional ASMR. Changbin tiredly chuckled at himself, finally letting the sleep invade his mind and push everything else aside, and lay out its thick fog. The fog clouded his mind, he closed his eyes and before he knew it, he was pulled into the dreamland.

Changbin suddenly opened his eyes. His mind was messy from sleep and he had hard time grasping what was going on. He sat upright, hands shaking and he could feel his t-shirt sticking uncomfortably against his skin because of the sweat. He felt a little breathless and his heart was racing. Changbin put his hand over his heart, glancing down at his chest, even though he couldn’t see a thing in the darkness. As he realized that he couldn’t see, it set an alarm off in his head. He was going into panic mode and he needed to do something about this before it escalated. He felt around the bed for his phone and grasped it tightly, when he did. He started looking through his photo albums, where he knew that there was a gif that helped him breathe. It was literally like gif of a box inflating and deflating, back and forth and there was a text underneath that was timed with the box’s moves. It instructed him to breathe, kind of like copying the box’s movements. It usually helped when he wasn’t too panicked. Right now, he wasn’t and he started breathing more regularly. When his heart rate had slowed down and he felt calm, he just sat there, hunched over. What the hell was that? He didn’t remember having a nightmare that would have caused him to wake up. Now that he really thought about it, he couldn’t find a single reason that why did he wake up. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. He glanced at the clock on his phone. 4am. Changbin was so tired but so frustrated that he wanted to sleep and simultaneously scream. He settled for huffing loudly and more or less, slammed himself down onto the mattress that thankfully softened the impact. Not that Changbin actually cared at the moment. He just wanted to sleep. So he waited for sleep to come and take him again.

Changbin listened as Hyunjin’s alarm started ringing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. There were several groans and he could hear Jisung getting down from his bunk bed to go and slam Hyunjin’s alarm off before anyone else would go and smash the thing into tiny pieces. Changbin didn’t get up, he had no motivation or energy to face the day just yet, so he didn’t move. He had been going in and out of sleep most of the night, which annoyed him to no end. When the room started getting alive, only then did he force himself out of the bed. He climbed down and breathed deeply through his nose. He changed out of his pyjamas into a hoodie and sweats. Changbin could already feel the huge bedhead that he had from tossing and turning most of the night, but he wasn’t in the mood for dealing with it, so he just put on a beanie to cover it. Not that it really mattered, since all the members looked a little disheveled in the morning. Changbin didn’t really feel hungry, but still ate so nobody would get concerned over nothing. So what if he had one sleepless night? It’s not like he was a baby and couldn’t deal with it, so he didn’t see a reason to talk about it either. It was just one night, right? It was not like it was going to be a regular occurence.

The day went on it’s normal tracks, they practiced, 3racha worked on their songs and they ate. There were some messing around from the maknae line, but that was to be expected. As they had a 15 minute break from dancing, he slumped against the cold mirror of the practice room. Miroh was playing in the background, the members were sprawled across the floor and some were drinking water and conversing with each other. Changbin closed his eyes, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if he just rested his eyes a bit.

Someone shook Changbin’s shoulder gently and patted his cheek in attempt to wake him up. Changbin opened his heavy eyelids and came face to face with Chan. Chan was looking tired, but still fond.

“Come on, Bin. The break is over”, the leader said while still stroking his cheek. Changbin, still dazed, nodded tiredly but still leaned into Chan’s touch. He started falling asleep again because of the continuous movement against his cheek, but he was snapped back to reality when Chan moved his hand away. He whined at the loss of comfort, usually he wouldn’t have done it or even let Chan pet him like a dog, but he was sleep deprived so who could blame him. Although Chan was smiling, he could see the older’s eyes twinkling with worry.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked, bringing his hand back to Changbin, but this time feeling his forehead. When Changbin’s mind caught up on what Chan was doing, he lazily slapped the hand away.

“I’m not sick, hyung. I’m fine. Just a little tired”, he grumbled and forced himself to get up from the cold floor.

“If you say so”, Chan said, still keeping an eye on him. They continued dancing until they were done with the session. By that time, Changbin couldn’t even describe how he felt at that moment. He still went on with his day, joking around with others, although he was more quiet than usual. Nobody seemed to notice and if they did, they didn’t say anything. It wasn’t unheard of that sometimes each of them had trouble with sleeping sometimes, for some reason Chan still worried. Maybe it was him being just overprotective, but he did.

3racha were cooped up in the studio, still fixing some tracks and going through lyrics to see if there was anything to improve. Changbin busied himself with reading the lyrics and found himself nodding off once in a while. Jisung was pretty much in the same condition, it was quite hilarious to see how the younger’s head lolled side to side occasionally. If only he knew that he looked exactly the same. Chan just watched at the duo who were more or less coming in and out of sleep. He shook his head, but let them fall asleep. By the looks of it, they both needed it. Slowly but surely, the two younger ones did fall asleep.

Changbin jolted awake again, slamming his knee against the desk in the process. He hissed in pain and rubbed his knee with a wince. Chan had just been glancing at the two, just make sure that neither one of them were falling from their chairs or anything else. He had witnessed how Changbin had just jolted awake, from the peaceful sleep.

“Oh my God, Bin, are you okay?” he asked, moving quickly to the rapper's side. Changbin just groaned in answer and rubbed his knee.

“Fuck, yeah, I'm fine”, he replied, hissing out the curse word.

“Was it a nightmare that woke you up? You just kind of… Jumped awake and looked distressed”, Chan continued, ignoring Chanbin’s cursing since he was clearly in pain.

“Might have been because I slammed my knee kinda hard against the damn table”, Changbin retorted dryly. Chan didn't say anything and just waited for him to answer his other question. The silence was unbearable for Changbin and he finally answered:

“No… I don't know what woke me up. I just did.” Chan frowned at the answer, he could see how bothered Changbin was over the matter, so he didn't press it any further. Changbin was puzzled and concerned. This was the second time this had happened in a row. And it had happened right in front of Chan too, why on earth had Chan let him fall asleep? Then he remembered that Chan had no idea of what Changbin was going through, so of course, he had let him sleep. Well him and Jisung both. Jisung was still dead to the world, drooling onto the palm of his hand and the boy shifted slightly in his sleep. Even though his head was in an awkward angle, he still seemed to be  very comfortable. Something that Changbin was envious of. He shook himself out his thoughts and went back to work. If anyone asked, they all had been working hard and definitely not sleeping and drooling all over the place.

The work day was finally over and 3racha finally actually came home in a humane time of the day.. Or late evening. They came back to the dorms at 9pm and the members had some mental peace, now knowing that the hard-working trio were going to get a proper sleep after a longer while. Changbin was still skeptical about his sleep though. While he was tired, yes, he wasn’t sure that would he be able to fall asleep or wake up again. As he climbed into his bunk bed, he googled reasons why did he wake up at night. Most suggested stress and anxiety. And they were the reasons that made the most sense, and he absolutely hated it. Why did he have to be an anxious person? He was still luckier than Felix, as he could hide his anxiousness easier and control it, but it sometimes it bothered him. And apparently affected his sleeping too, he added in his mind. His whole being felt heavy and he prayed that he could finally sleep like a normal human. His prayers, however, were not answered. Changbin wasn’t surprised at all as he woke up at 3am this time. After awhile of lying down and overthinking, he did fall asleep again, and thank goodness, he didn’t wake up again until Hyunjin’s loud ass alarm started ringing.

The week went on with similar pattern: he would work, eat, practice and after falling asleep, he would wake up in the middle of the night. He was starting to get desperate on what to do. He had tried to drink chamomile tea to calm his nerves, took melatonin and avoided looking at his phone before he went to sleep, but he always woke up in the darkness every night. Changbin started getting a little scared of falling asleep. It was dumb and childish, since the worst that could happen was that he would wake up during the night and wouldn’t fall asleep again or would continue going in and out of sleep. There was nothing to be afraid of, but he still did fear it. No matter how much he repeated to himself that it was irrational and dumb, he couldn’t really bring himself to believe the words when he actually did wake up. Other members had noticed how jumpy he was becoming and despite going to sleep fairly early, his dark circles didn’t lighten. If anything, they got darker.  

It was Sunday night and he woke up again. This time he was drenched in sweat and in no time he had tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he broke down crying. He tried to stifle his sobs that shook his whole body and in distress, pulled at his hair. He silently sobbed until his eyes were dry and even blinking hurted. The tears had burned his already dry lips and he could feel how swollen his eyes were, yet he didn’t care. There was nobody to see him in this state anyway, he thought to himself as he leaned his head against his knees that he had pulled to this chest. He decided that he had enough of sitting in the dark room, being suffocated by his own thoughts and tiptoed to the bathroom in plans of blowing his nose and splash his face with some water. What he wasn't expecting, was to hear someone walking towards the kitchen. He quickly tried to bactrack but slammed straight against a wall, hoping that the person, who was walking, hadn’t seen or heard him. Well, the last hope was completely crushed as he stumbled on something that made a loud clattering sound and the fact that him slamming against the wall also created quite a loud noise. He cursed under his breath and leaned his head against the wall.

“Hello? Who is in there?” The person, who revealed to be Chan, asked cautiously into the darkness. As he was debating that should he make a run for it and possibly run into walls (again) and create a big mess or try to wait it out, Chan had moved from his spot in the kitchen and was fumbling around, looking for a light switch. The lights were turned on suddenly and it blinded Changbin momentarily, he automatically brought his hands to his face to shield his poor eyes, which were already stinging from crying.

“Changbin?” the leader asked, confused. Why was Changbin awake at this hour of the night? He scanned the younger with his gaze, trying to find a reason why he was up and that’s when he saw Changbin’s chapped, dry lips and how the younger rapper was covering his eyes. Chan said his name again, this time getting his attention. Changbin looked up, locking eyes with the elder. Chan’s heart broke seeing Changbin’s bloodshot eyes and eyelids that were swollen, which just told him that the young man had been crying. He slowly made his way to the young rapper, putting his hand onto his shoulder in a calming manner. He didn’t say anything, just let Changbin lean against him and soak himself in comfort and warmth that his body emitted. He wrapped Changbin into his arms and rubbed the rapper’s tense back. Slowly but surely Changbin started relaxing and trusted Chan enough to hold his weight, when he melted against him.

“I haven’t been able to sleep well this week… I keep waking up in the middle of the night”, Changbin confessed quietly, words a little muffled as his face was pressed against Chan’s chest. Chan still understood and tightened his hold a little.

“Do you know why?” he asked carefully. All what he got back in response was a weak shake of the head and a low rumble:

“Well… I’ve googled stuff and the reason that made the most sense in my case would be anxiety. The comeback’s near and I’m a little worried.” He sighed and continued rubbing Changbin’s back.

“I’m not going to scold you, because I know how your mind works… But please, next time when things like these happen, you can come to me, to us. It’s okay Changbin, all of us struggle with sleeping one way or another at some point, we wouldn’t push you away or think that you’re annoying. We would be hypocrites”, Chan said, chuckling at the end his sentence. Changbin just hummed, showing that he had indeed heard him but was too tired to actually reply.

“What about… You come sleep with me and you wake me if you wake up. We can talk about what worries you and what’s going on inside that cute head of yours”, Chan suggested. Changbin found himself just nodding tiredly and together they staggered to Chan’s bed. They slipped under the covers without a fuss, and Changbin would never admit how eagerly he pressed himself against Chan again. Chan smiled broadly, but of course, Changbin couldn’t see it but somehow, he just knew that Chan was smiling like a doofus.

“Stop smiling like that or I’ll kick you off of the bed”, Changbin growled playfully. Chan held his laughter in and nodded, then wrapping himself around Changbin like a koala. Changbin took a deep breath and slowly relaxed again. Soon they both fell asleep. Even though Changbin woke up again later, this time because of a nightmare, Chan held him and reassured that everything was okay and that he was safe. And Changbin believed him. Now knowing that he had someone there for him if he woke up again, he went back into unconsciousness with a bit more ease.

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #seo changbin #bang chan #lee felix #lee minho #kim woojin #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin scenarios #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin x bang chan #stray kids fluff scenarios #seo changbin x stray kids #stray kids angst imagines #stray kids fluff imagines #stray kids angst scenarios

[emmysimmy]

10, 14, 7 and 27 for Maris and Phil!

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

Phil is taking Day 1 by honne because what a bop

Maris is taking You Stupid Bitch by Rachel Bloom because belting it out loud always brings her out of her ‘im the worst’ spiral

for books, it would be Phil’s published poetry books because Phil would dive at the chance to have Maris all to himself and read his over 500 poems about her to her (she’s gotten better at taking compliments but when he looks up from a beautiful poem and says “that one was about your butt” she gets embarrassed)

and for luxury items, probably a super thick air mattress and soap

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Maris sets up their bedroom so Phil can get anything he needs from the bed because she’s super busy during the day and she feels guilty she cant just drop everything and take care of Phil, but he’s like “it’s cool im fine!!”

when Maris goes down, Phil is like ‘911! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SNEEZED.’ Maris uses magic to make things run smoothly in the manor, so when she’s sick and cant super rely on magic, Phil tries to pick up the slack hardcore while also panicking like ‘oh god is she okay? are your pillows fluffed enough? i’ll make you soup from scratch, how do you make soup? i only know how to make nachos’ meanwhile Maris is like passed out face down in bed drooling

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

Phil is a night on the town, brews with my friends, showing off my lady love kind of guy and Maris is a curl up with the dogs and a glass of wine and listen to jazz standards girl, so Phil tries to compromise by taking her places with a very relaxed and calm atmosphere, like piano bars and outdoor terraces that are dog friendly. Phil took her to a college party once and she was like ‘....is college really so bad you have to do this to blow off steam?’ ‘yes.’ 

 27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

This is more of Why does Molly get annoyed with them. Molly is very straightforward and ‘if u want it, just go get it’ so she gets very annoyed with how often Maris agonizes over something.  

and with Phil... Molly has seen his penis so many times from Phil being like ‘eh bby, how u- OH SHIT SORRY MOLLY I THOUGHT U WERE MARIS’ and molly sees him ultimately good for Maris but also immature and A LOT 

#abysims

[aj-the-psycho]

The Hour: A Sanders Sides Story - Chapter 15

FROM FLORIDA TO SAINT PETERSBURG

TW: None

Summary:  Patton dragged Damien to the park; Damien is missing someone.

Note: So, I headcannoned that Deceit would make a real great lawyer, and I was right (Selfishness vs. Selflessness episode). I didn’t steal the idea, I swear and this chapter has been up on AO3 for almost seven to eight months, so yeah. Just saying. Enjoy!

AO3 Link

It’s weekend again. That means no classes and he would be free of stress. Not that he ever gets too stressed. That day, his body decided that waking up in an unusually early hour is a good idea. He tried to put himself back to sleep, but he couldn’t seem to fall into slumber once again. He chose to get up instead. He went out of his room and opened the door next to his room. His brother was still asleep, which was a normal thing since it was only 06:30.

Patton didn’t actually know what he wanted to do. He could maybe try to cook, but that was usually Damien’s thing and he wasn’t in the mood either. He went to the kitchen and had a glass of water. Retreating back to his room, his mind drifted to random things. ‘What would happen in the future? Will Damien and I still stay together and share everything like we are right now? Will he be a successful lawyer like he wants to be? How about Logan?’ His mind halted at the thought.

Logan. The stiff, somewhat robotic soulmate of his. He remembered how he had offered reassurance that time in the coffee shop a few days ago. Having Logan there to just hold his hand made a big difference. It was as if his presence and their little contact drowned out all the tension that was hovering above them. His mind started to wander again, thinking of what life would bring him in the future. Once again, his thought drifted to those icy blue eyes, cool and mysterious.

Patton hadn’t actually known Logan for long. Only a month and a few weeks. There’s still a lot they don’t know about each other. And Patton was eager to find out more about his soulmate.

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“Hey, Dee,” Patton broke the comforting silence that settled in the kitchen. Breakfast that morning was simple, but good. Two waffles for each of them—with strawberries—and bacon. The twins didn’t have any plans for the day, so they were going to stay in.

“Ya?”

“Why did you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well… ‘cause I’m a good liar, good at bullshitting,” Damien said, then he added, “and I sound convincing, so yeah.”

Patton only nodded in response. Damien had always have a habit of lying, especially in high-stress situations. Sometimes, it wasn’t even lies. Instead, he would just speak in reverse. Though, Patton got used to it. His brother was bullied for his odd speech when they were younger, but now Damien have learned to control it better. Patton had been furious the first time someone called his brother a ‘slimy snake,’ but Damien just went with it. He just started hissing at people when they called him snake. ‘Living up to my name to the fullest, I guess,’ Damien had thought. Now, he doesn’t do that anymore, but he still feel the urge to hiss at people he doesn’t like.

After breakfast, Damien was about to turn the TV on. He wasn’t in the mood for too much social interaction. Everyone knew that Damien wasn’t a people person, but he wasn’t all that bad with people. Some people find his cool demeanor charming and mysterious. Damien himself didn’t understand how or why people find him charming or even remotely attractive and he didn’t how to react to that information. He once thought that maybe people see him that way, because he’s basically an identical copy of his brother, who most people find cute. Well, almost identical, anyway. When you’ve seen your face and your twin’s face side-by-side for who knows how many times, it’s going to start looking very different.

Patton, though, had other ideas. He really wanted to do something today. He wanted to go out and just enjoy the warmth of the still-rising sun or the still-cool, fresh breeze of the morning. His thoughts of soulmates from that morning came back to him. Remy and Damien had gone on a date—was it a date?—when they were in the coffee shop a few days ago. He doesn’t know a lot about Remy yet, but his brother seemed to like that boy. And Patton knew that Damien didn’t usually like people all that much. So, that must have said something about Remy—right?

“Dee, let’s go out. To the park! So we can see the little doggies!” Patton said with excitement, already pulling his brother out of the living room. “I swear, it’ll be fun!”

Damien didn’t like that. Not one bit. He really didn’t want to go out. However, he didn’t really have an excuse not to go either, so he obliged. “Kay, kay, yeah. Whatever, Pat.”

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The coffee was getting cold. He had bought the coffee at the stall near the entrance of the park earlier. Patton was playing with the little dogs that were running around the park and Damien was left to sit alone on the bench, sipping his coffee. Honestly, Damien didn’t really mind to be left alone in the park, as long as he can see his brother in his field of vision. However, alone also meant that he was left with his thoughts.

His mind would drift to random topics. ‘Do tiger cubs meow? What would happen to my brain if I isolate myself? It’s weird that we cook bacon and we bake cookies… What’s in the fridge in the apartment right now? How do I not know that? I literally cooked this morning.’  After a while, his mind started to run through his memories. One by one, moment through moment. Then, he stumbled on the memory of his hour.

‘Oh yeah… that was wild.’

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Damien was out alone again. It’s the middle of summer and he had too much free time in his hands. So, he chose to spend his time in his favorite coffee shop, Jacked Up Coffee. The atmosphere there was always so relaxing to him. The smell of coffee, the reddish hue of the sunset sweeping across the interior of the cafe and the sound of smooth jazz in the background.

While waiting for his order to come, he took out his phone and browsed through it. His social life wasn’t the most exciting thing on the planet, so his social media feeds weren’t that interesting either. It’s mostly just memes. Bad ones. A few boring minutes later, he put his phone down on the table—oh and look, the coffee is here. Finally!

All of a sudden, he felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head. It wasn’t intense, but it wasn’t a welcomed sensation either. He held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the table for support. When the pain went away, he looked up again. And then the pain was back. ‘Am I getting sick or something? It’s annoying.’ He closed his eyes, hoping the pesky headache would go away soon.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted with darkness. Literally, darkness. He was sitting in a dark room with the lower half of his body covered with thick fabric. ‘Blanket,’ He vaguely noted. He quickly realized he was sitting on a bed in a darkened bedroom. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the outline of the room properly. He went to turn the lights on.

The bed he was sitting on wasn’t that small. It could fit two people, though it would be a tight fit. It was covered in soft, black and brown sheets with white accents. To the left of the bed was a small desk with minimal decoration. Next to the desk, tucked in the corner against the wall was a stack of canvases. The smallest one was visible. It was a painting of a small bird. On the other side of the bed was a wooden bedside table with an alarm clock on it and a lamp. Next to the bedside table was the door, next to which he was standing. There were posters on the wall and two of those were of a band he didn’t recognize. ‘Leningrad?’

Damien was wondering how he got there. Was he dreaming? ‘I thought I was in the coffee shop a second ago?’ When he drew the blinds open, it was dark outside. ‘The fuck…’ What is happening?

He looked around the room to see if something else was wrong. His eyes found the alarm clock. 00:00. ‘How is it midnight?  I thought it was five p.m.! Where the hell am I? What is happening?’ Then, he noticed a phone on the desk, still charging. He unlocked the phone using fingerprint—and he vaguely realized that it wasn’t his phone, even though he could unlock it with his fingerprint, but he was too confused and slightly panicked to care—and checked the date and location.

“Okay, okay,” Damien thought out loud to help himself think. “So, I’m in Russia. In motherfucking Russia! And it’s seven hours ahead of Florida here.” He walked in circles in the room, trying to make sense of what is happening. “Alright, Dee, you got this! How did you end up here?”

His eyes darted around the room again. Then, he saw it. It was a small card with words written on it.

С днем рождения!

What is that? What does that mean? He unlocked the phone again and typed in the phrase on the browser to find what the phrase said. He had to draw out the characters one by one, which read ‘S dnem rozhdeniya!’ Then he typed that out for a translation. ‘Happy birthday!’  was the translation result. Birthday? Who’s birthday? Oh… Oh…

“I’m in the fuckin’ hour! Holy shit, my soulmate is Russian?!” He was starting to freak out again. What was he supposed to do? One minute he was in Florida, enjoying a nice evening alone and then a second later he was in a dark bedroom in Saint Petersburg. Who wouldn’t freak out? He was literally in a different continent!

Alright, so, note first! He walked to the desk, hoping to find something that he could use to write. He found a bundle of post-it notes and a pen. He needed to sort his head out first. What to write first and all that. He can freak out—and maybe rant on the note—later.

Damien Harvey (21)

Florida, United States

Sanders University - economics and pol. Science

(I want to be a lawyer)

I have a twin brother (I’m older)

Well, I’m sorry if you don’t speak English,

but it’s the only language I speak.

It was annoying that each post-it only fit eight broken lines. He added the last two lines, because… well, he didn’t know why. If his soulmate did speak English, those two lines would be redundant. If they don’t speak English, those two lines would mean nothing to his soulmate. However, he continued his rant anyway. He added another post-it note and wrote again.

I was planning to write a small little thing,

but it looks like I’m not doing that right now.

So, I’m in Russia. It’s insane.

What if someone came in and decided to

talk to me? How am I gonna answer?

I don’t know why I’m ranting here, you might

not even understand what I’m talking about.

Feeling like he’d had enough with the note, he checked the time again. He still had forty minutes. Which was a lot of time to do nothing else. So, he decided to go outside. The house wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t small either. The living room was big, with an equally gigantic fireplace on the opposite wall of the entrance. He kept walking through the house. When he reached the kitchen, he was quite amazed. It was big with marble counter tops and a big kitchen island in the middle. Upon closer look, on the side of the island was two small fridges built into the structure.‘That’s pretty hecking cool.’

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him. “Remus, pochemú ty ne spish'?”

Damien whipped his head back, finding a middle aged man looking at him with sleepy eyes. ‘Oh fuck, what do I do?’ He tried to find his words, to say something, but his mind advised him to stay silent. ‘It’s not like I know any Russian…’   He remembered writing a possible scenario of someone finding him while he was having his hour on the note. Well, his fear came true. At the end, he just nodded nervously and head back to the room in a rush. He could feel the man stare at his back, but he didn’t dare look back again.

Once he got the door closed, he leaned against it and sagged in relief. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted another door opposite the window. Next to the door was a light switch, indicating that it was a bathroom. Damien decided to go into the bathroom to see his soulmate for the first time. It’s not like he cared if his soulmate was actually good looking or not, he was just curious.

The mirror in the bathroom wasn’t too big, but it was big enough for him to be able to see half of his body. When he saw the reflection in the mirror, his mind went blank. ‘Geez, what is it with Russia and gorgeous people?’

The first thing he noticed from his soulmate was those eyes. It was such a weird color. The green color of the eyes is so pale, but it was definitely green. Like a pair of beautiful jade beads. The deep auburn hair complimented the color of those pale eyes so well, it made the subtle color pop. The jawlines were so ungodly defined, Damien had to trail his finger over it. Pink lips adorned the face, which curl into a sweet smile. Looking down, he could see the white shirt he was wearing fit very well, though a bit loose at the waist. He dared to put one hand under the shirt, feeling bumps of muscle. He felt one strong, straight line down the middle of the abs. Going a little bit up, he could feel his chest, flat and a little hard.

He was getting more curious, so he lifted his shirt up to see underneath. ‘Oh man…’ Damien couldn’t help himself but trace over the subtle lines of muscle on the waist. The forearms also had visible cuts, though not extreme. ‘This guys is probably the hottest person I’ve ever seen...’

Going back into the bedroom, he sat on the bed. He didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. He still had twenty five minutes to kill. So, he turned the lights back off and wrapped himself in the soft, thick blanket. He supposed it made sense to have thick blankets here, since Russia gets really cold in winters.

Damien never thought he would ever have a soulmate. Having a soulmate was always a weird thought to him. He thought, he didn’t have a soulmate and for a while he was fine with that. Now, though, he was having his hour and he had been stuck in his soulmate’s body for about forty to forty five minutes. Thinking about the idea of him living his life alone was getting a little sad and depressing.

Damien had never liked being alone. He wanted to have many friends, but he knew it wasn’t his scene. He was always awkward and he constantly lie when he’s in a bad mood or in a high-stress situation. Sitting on that bed, Damien was starting to think that maybe a life alone would not be very interesting. Maybe, it wasn’t so bad to have a person in your life that you could depend on and you could… love.

He kept thinking about soulmates and his life in the future. He was getting deeper into his mind, so he wasn’t aware that his times was almost up. When he felt a headache coming, he thought nothing of it. Then, he remembered that the headache meant he had to go back. It was time. As another wave of headache came, he thought, ‘There’s so much distance between us, when will we ever meet each other?’

A minute later, he was back at Jacked Up Coffee. Nothing seemed to change and no one around him seemed to even notice what just happened. The girl a few tables away was still reading her book and that guy sitting across the room was still on his phone. When he looked down, he saw that his coffee was already halfway done and he could taste the slightly bitter taste of coffee in his mouth. ‘That’s interesting.’ Another thing that he found on the table was a small note.

Remus Galanicheff (19)

Yes I’m Russian. And yes, I speak English.

See you whenever I’ll see you.

The note was short, but it stirred something inside Damien. He folded the note carefully and put it in his pocket.

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Damien was pulled out of his memory when a small dog approached him, butting its head softly on his leg. He put his now-cold half-cup of coffee on the bench and reached down to pet the dog. Patton came running and flopped himself next to his brother on the bench.

“Oh my goodness, it’s so cute!” Patton reached his hand down to pet the dog.

“Skittles! Skittles, don’t annoy people. I told you to stay with me.” A young boy came and squatted next to the dog. Then, the boy looked up at Damien and said, “Sorry, mister. Skittles was having too much fun, I thought I lost him again.”

“That’s alright kid. Your dog’s pretty cute.” The boy only nodded in reply and smiled. The boy looked to Damien’s side—at Patton—and back at Damien again.

“Are you guys twins?” The boy asked timidly.

“Yep!” Patton answered enthusiastically. He always liked it when people asked about their twin-ship—Patton wasn’t sure if that’s a word, but that’s what he call his relationship with his brother. “He’s eight minutes older,” Patton said, pointing at Damien with his thumb.

The boy nodded again. “That’s cool. I’ve never seen adult twins before. All the pair of twins I know are my age.” The boy said with a hint of fascination. “Alright, I have to go now. Bye.” Without waiting for a reply, the kid ran off with his dog.

Once the boy was out of sight, Damien spoke up. “It’s weird that people still ask if we’re twins. You think being asked that question for twenty one years would make you get used to it.”

“Well, I’m fine with it.” After that, it was silence. The good kind of silence. The one that you enjoy, where you just absorb your surroundings. The birds singing in the trees, the warm sun hitting their skin and the sound of children playing in the park.

“Hey Pat, what did it feel like the first time you met Logan?” Damien asked after a long moment of silence.

Patton still remembered that morning in the coffee shop when he met Logan for the first time. It felt so long ago when it was only been about a month and two or three weeks. The first time he recognized Logan it felt relieving. There was no other way to describe it. It felt like he had just found something he thought he lost. Like that satisfying feel when you finish a herculean task.

“Well, I…” Patton tried to piece his thoughts together. “At first it was weird. Like, ‘oh wait, I know you even though I’ve never met you.’ It just felt…right?  As if there was some kind of magic.”

“Yeah, magic kinda makes sense Pat. I mean, no one on Earth has ever explained this phenomenon of people having their souls transferred into their soulmate’s body for an hour and all that. It’s literally magic.”

“I guess so… Why’d ya ask?”

“Oh, nothing. Just curious.”

Patton looked unconvinced by Damien’s answer, but he nodded anyway. He still, however, threw his brother a skeptical look. Little did he know, Damien was thinking about his soulmate again. What is he doing right now? Is he alright after that whole fighting thing a few days ago? Damien didn’t realize this at that moment, but he was actually missing his soulmate. It was a very peculiar thought, given that they’ve only known each other for a week. But, Damien missed Remy. He just didn’t realize that.

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And once again, you've reached the end of the chapter. As I said earlier, the next chapter would—hopefully—be more exciting. Thank you so much for reading!! Please leave some feedback in the comment section, let me know what I should add or take out. --- Russian stuff (tell me of an mistakes!):

С днем рождения S dnem rozhdeniya [Happy birthday]

почему ты не спишь? pochemú ty ne spish'? [why aren't you sleeping?]

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[saihara-shuichi-imagines]

Broken in pieces

Hey, long time no see. I’ll be brief, this was entirely a vent fic and I in no way want to romanticize anything that’s gonna happen in this (which tumblr has a big problem with doing.)

It’s just a way for me to try and express myself, and to rid of my pain through words.

Get help, get out there, please.

It’s not worth it to suffer in silence, it’s not going to be worth it because you’ll eventually realize no one will ever stop to listen unless you speak up. 

Enjoy.

Trigger warning, self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts. 

-rose

Your mind likes to suppress itself from the details of how things came to be, but you know you were much, much worse before than you are now. Warm house, food on the table and of course, Shuichi – it was more than you could have asked for.

“I’m back.” Shuichi opened the door to the apartment you two shared. He was still a student in college, studying during the day, solving cases (and by that meaning working under his uncle) by night. With how busy his life was and the stress to get by each month you have no idea how or why he decided to take in a therapy case.

Aka, you.

You rolled out from your position on the couch, wiping bits of dried glue from your hand before helping Shuichi carry in the bags of groceries to the kitchen. He tried to wave you off when you first started doing this, but the distraught look on your face the first time signed a silent vow and he just went along with it from then on.

“What do you want to eat today?” He asked, removing his blazer off. That panicked you when you first arrived as well. Everything did, it was like taming a feral cat.

Yet slowly, slowly, he had gotten you to calm down bit by bit.

“It’s up to you.” You mumbled, resuming your project on the coffee table.

The radio was playing music as the two of you worked in silence, the only songs being the dull strokes of glue on paper and the low whine of the microwave.

Shuichi warned you that the food was almost ready so you slid the contents on the table into a cardboard box beside the couch. You rinsed your hands in the sink before returning to Shuichi setting your food and his down on the table.

You took your spot on the couch, slowly chewing the food while feeling the presence of his leg so close to yours.

“What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked softly, coaxing answers out gently.

“Cards.” You took a long drink. “I’m using a thick paper and cutting them into equal rectangles, then drawing out the details and then adding on rolled up newspapers before coloring and glazing everything.”  Art was something you enjoyed doing mostly because it was calming and there was no pressure to fail, the only bad thing that could come out of art was hurting yourself.

Which, you weren’t a stranger to.

He nodded, and smiled when you talked. How much of that, was fake, surely he couldn’t smile all day. “Sounds fun.”

You helped Shuichi clean up dinner before changing into pajamas. Nothing fancy, just loose fitting clothing that ruffled around you, it was nice, it made you feel like Royalty.

Shuichi read a book on the couch under a lamp for 10 minutes before he kept flipping back to pages and his head kept lolling forward.

“You should rest.” You said, taking the book from him.

He smiled at you, “Only if you join me.”

His back faced you in the bed, he never forced you into any physical contact of any sort and never pushed you past your comfort zone, if what little bit of sanity could be called a comfort zone. He never wanted you in the bed with any impure desires, he just wanted to make sure you were resting in a safe place.

You fell asleep in the tub, once, during your childhood. There was ugly, painful moment where water rushed into your lungs and you were quite literally drowning but when you broke the surface you thought about doing it again and staying under.

“Hey, you’re shaking.” He whispered, turning to face you in the dark.

“I know.” You curled into a ball, shaking the memory. “I know…”

He let out a deep breath, before slowly running his hand on top of your head. “Hey, remember what I said?”

“Yeah.”

“You can do it, you know.”

You hesitated. “I want to, I just, I….”

Shuichi waited a minute, before he finally worked up the nerve to place a hand on your shoulder. You grabbed his hand and used it for leverage to pull yourself out of your position.

He scooped you up, bringing your head back above the covers to the bed. “Just breath.”

And so you did. In for 4, out for 4.

‘I have a bed, a warm house and food in my stomach’ you thought, continuing to list off the things you currently had for hours until you finally fell asleep

“This is Kaede.” He introduced you to the bright cheery girl, who smelled like flowers and contained the sun in her eyes.

Your inferiority complex kicked in like a punch to the stomach. “Hello.”

“Shuichi’s told me all about you! Nice to finally meet you!” She extended her hand, you shook it robotically.

Jazz music played through the speakers of the café, par your decision and with a bit of coxing from Shuichi, you decided to meet one of his friends from school. The two had met in high school, surprisingly, during drama. Kaede was part of the music cast and Shuichi was assisting behind the scenes.

“You’re studying…music?” You choked, taking a sip of the drink with a dozen different syllables and whipped cream- you don’t even know what it is you just choose something from the menu.

“Yeah, Music performance, Ear training, that type of stuff, all of it is under the ‘art’ category.” She laughed, twirling her hair. It was done up in a pony-tail with spare locks falling at the sides of her face.

You tightened your grip on your mug.

“You do art, right? Shuichi was telling me about it.”

“Oh.” Saihara paled. “Sorry, I- probably should have told you before-”

“It’s fine.” You waved him off. “I just make things, from time to time.”

“That’s amazing! Despite what I take I’m clueless when trying to work with my hands, they’re really only good for playing the piano.” Another airy laugh, as she flattened her skirt. Shuichi smiled across the table at her. “Maybe we should introduce her to Angie!”

Maybe her hands were better for other things. Like when she was pinning Shuichi against the wall and wrapping her hands around Shuichi’s-

“I think Angie-san and her have….artistic differences.” Shuichi scratched his neck, shyly.

“Yeah, maybe.” You mumbled into your cookie. A piece of it broke off and sunk under the waves of whipping cream and chocolate. You frowned.

“Hm…maybe Iruma-San?”

“No.” Shuichi begged. “That’s a nightmare waiting to happen.”

“Anything with Miu, to be honest is a nightmare waiting to happen.” Kaede pointed out, sending the two into laughing again.

Sinking under the couch and dying is sadly, not an option, you told yourself.

---

“Are you? Okay?” Shuichi gulped when you got home and instantly dug a hole under the covers.

“I’m fine.” You lied, shutting out light. You were tired, the entire day with Kaede had shattered what little of an ego you had left and stomped on your heart numerous times.

It’s not like you were dating Shuichi, so why would you be jealous. You don’t have a right to be jealous, he’s letting you stay and live off of him like a parasite for free the least you can do is go along with whoever he’s thinking of banging and support him.

Hell, if he asked you to have sex you’d give it to him just because you’ve got no right to say no.

He whispered your name, lowly, as he took a seat on the mattress. “I know you didn’t love Kaede.”

“Not true, She’s very nice, and pretty, and likable.” You argued.

“But that’s the thing, isn’t it?” Shuichi sighed. “She’s everything you feel like you don’t have.”

Well shit, should have known better than to try and hide something from a detective.

He paused, waiting for you to say something before resting a hand on the covers. “S/o. I like you a lot. A lot. What I’m doing, why I’m doing it is because I like you a lot. I want to help you recover and get better, if I can do that in any way I will.”

It’s too much, too much that you’re not worthy of.

“I’m sick, Shuichi.” You choked, pleading him not to pull at your heart, which was beating and heating you up rapidly.

“And I’m here to help you, but I can’t do it unless you want to.” He removed his hand.“Please, come out.”

If there’s one thing you regret the most, besides existing, it was falling for people who showed you decency human kindness.

---

There were a lot of rules with dating you.

No fast movements, no forceful movements, you usually always had to be in control. Failure to follow through would throw you head first into a panic attack.

It wasn’t fair for him, you thought, scanning the rack of sweaters.

“Do you like it?”

You jumped, turning around to see a sheepish Shuichi.

Shuichi was tired, he hadn’t gotten any sleep the previous night, the dark circles stood out even under his sunglasses, “You can get it if you want.”

It was a sweater, summer was approaching and you wanted something to hide your arms, Shuichi could have- should have taken a nap because he was going out again tonight for something you couldn’t remember the name to. Yet he knew you wanted to head downtown to a thrift store owned by an elderly couple. Everything could be bought at a thrift store, everything.

“I…summer is coming up I won’t need it-” you went to shove it back on the rack.

“Do you want it?” He asked again, pulling it back from the rack, looking at you for conformation.

“..uh, yea, yes.”                                                                                                      

He draped it over his arm, extending your hand for his to hold. “Then we’ll get it.”

---

“Tell me about Shuichi, he seems to be a very important person to you.” your therapist said, handing you a mug of hot chocolate.

Technically she wasn’t a psychologist, Shuichi had met her during college (What is it with that boy and meeting people). She offered to help you talk about your feelings, as she was trained in that area.

“He’s…well, I don’t know…” You frowned. Kiruimi brushed her hair out of her eye, crossing her legs on the futon you two were laying on. Her way of treating patients was to put them in their most comfortable environment. In this case, you two built a fort out of blankets and a mattress, draping pixie lights into the tent to see.

“Do you like him?” She asked.

“Well I…I’m grateful to him, eternally grateful.” You started. “He took me out of a really bad position in life and I…” You bit your lip, the words clogging in your throat. “I think, I like him.”

“You two are dating are you not? I think you should be feeling more than platonic emotions.”

“That’s not it. What I feel is more than platonic, but I’m too afraid to ever admit to it.”

“And why is that?”

You stirred the dregs of your drink. “Because once I do that, there’s nothing else to gain and everything else to lose.”

---

You pressed yourself against Shuichi so roughly he was knocked back into the wall. He had returned home after he had been out all day and you had spent the majority of it in the same room, washed with despair.

“Shuichi, Shuichi.” You whispered, clinging to his shirt desperately. Your body was on fire, clammy and sweaty.

He let out a startled mumble, only to be cut off by your lips again. He sinked easily into the motion, supporting you after all of your energy drained out and you could barely hold yourself up. He felt your forehead, wiping the side of your cheek with his thumb.  Even in the darkness of the apartment you could see him frown.

“I’m here, sorry I got home late.” He apologized, gently carrying/ leading you into the bathroom. You let him sit you down on closed lid of the toilet; thought you didn’t want to separate when he fetched a washcloth from the cabinet. He ran it under cool water before he crouched in front of you, wiping your face, arms and legs down. Normally someone might be embarrassed letting someone wash them (albeit just a simple washcloth bath, and you not removing any clothing.) The cool contrast of the water and Shuichi’s skin had you relishing in the feeling.

He wiped his own sweat from his eyes, before offering his arm to help you back into bed. He left the room for the briefest of moments to bring a glass of water. “Drink.” He asked, and you followed through, having barely moved all day.

He discarded his pants and blazer, only having the effort to unbutton his dress shirt before crawling into bed. You wriggled into his arms, which he opened up to immediately.

He fell asleep almost instantly, but you couldn’t blame him, with how much work he forced onto himself. You counted the breaths against your hair, like sheep, until you fell asleep.

---

The first time you had a panic attack around Shuichi was innovatively because of social interactions.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay...” He assured you, one arm wrapped around you and the other pressing buttons on a phone.

It was early in the morning when you two got rudely awakened by the sound of smashing glass. Yells and cries could be heard from one of your neighbors’ door. It sounded like a couple fighting. The woman was crying and yelling as the man kept screaming endlessly.

Non-stop fighting, with nowhere to run and being stuck in the middle of it- a despair you knew too well.

The commotion continued for only 10 more minutes before there was temporary silence, you assumed the authorities were called and had arrived, though the man would yell still from time to time.

You kept trembling, wanting to smack yourself for how terrified you were. Chokes wrapped around your throat as you had buried yourself in Shuichi’s arms, pitifully.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay now.” He cooed, rubbing your back.

You stayed in the fetal position for a long time, whimpering and listening to Shuichi’s voice.

The night lasted long, it only decided to show mercy on you when exhaustion forced you into incapacitation.

---

This was a mistake coming here you thought, trying to stop Ouma from giving you a knowing look.

Shuichi’s friends had all wanted to go out for dinner, he asked if you wanted to come along so that you could meet the rest of his friends. That’s how you found yourself mid crisis with the music playing with neon lights reflecting off the black windows of night.

It was a large group, forcing the knot in your stomach down you nervously said hello to everyone, before taking refuge in a seat between Kaede and Shuichi. The girl had probably been told by Shuichi beforehand that you needed help with this sort of situation, as she talked to you the entire time and kept up a friendly, safe chat. Shuichi occasionally gave your hand a squeeze, for support, whist he was engaged in his own conversation.

The man across the table kept looking at you, it made your squirm in place. Kokichi was it? Every time your eyes met his you could see the fascination in them, refusing to let you go. It was also him who caused the whole commotion.

He ‘accidently’ knocked over a pitcher of water, the stream directly splashing Shuichi. The table gasped.

“You little- Kokichi are you kidding me?” Kaito huffed, slapping the head of the shorter boy.

“Oops, guess I spilt it, didn’t I?” he rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at all remorseful.

“I think I have a change of clothes in my car, come with me Shuichi.” Kaede piped up, tugging the arm of the almost- detective up before he could give an answer. Shuichi desperately tried to make eye contact, trying to let you know he was going to be back soon. You refused, your teeth grinding in your skull, unable to get the thoughts of Kaede and Shuichi getting down in the backseat of her car.

Stupid, you thought, digging your nails into you palm.

“Hey.”  

You released your grip on your palm, turning quickly to see Kokichi taking a seat beside you.

“Um, hi.” You spluttered, unsure of what to say.

“So you’re the girl Shuichi is always talking about.” He whistled. “You’re verrry lucky you know.”

Your face heated, refusing to look him in the eye. It was embarrassing enough whenever Shuichi would address you as his girlfriend, much less anyone else. His eyes would light up, his mouth curling into a smile as he breathed your name.

“No, I mean you’re really lucky.” Ouma reaches over and grips your wrist, the movement startles you, and the growl for him to let go is almost out before it’s cut off by him leaning closer to you, his face inches from yours.

“To be loved by Shuichi.” His voice is low, there’s a thin layer of rage bubbling to the surface of his eyes. “After all, you’re just like me.”

He pulls the hem of his sleeve up. You shove down the urge to vomit.

“How can someone like you be so special, I asked.” He continues, lowering his shirt. “After all, I’ve known Shuichi way longer than you ever had but he gave me no special treatment. I resented you, after all, you’re just the same as me- so what made you any different?”

He lets the air hang thickly for a few moments, before releasing your arm and hopping out of his chair. “Well, that could all be a lie, Shuichi just doesn’t swing that way, in any case- nice to meet you!” with a twirl of his hair he walks away, leaving you shaking.

He’s…not serious is he? Is that what everyone thinks of you? Looking around the table, the various people laughing and talking, but their eyes always quickly moving past you.

So that’s what it is, you realize with a heavy heart. These people couldn’t give less of a shit about some looser who has to resort to digging their pain out of them. No, they all just tolerate you because you’re Shuichi’s girlfriend. That’s all there is and will ever be to it, because no matter what you’ll do in the future there will always be a barrier there all because of your past and the things you’ve done.

Pathetic.

Shuichi and Kaede finally come back; they both take their appropriate seats and Shuichi ruffles his hair with a small handkerchief, rose pink and assumedly Kaede’s. Just another tally for you to check off.

No no no, you don’t want to fall back into the same rhythm. No matter how much it stings or makes you feel nothing you can’t- not after coming this far.

“You alright?” Shuichi asks, his hand resting on your thigh in concern.

“I just ate something bad.” You mumble, getting up. “I’m going to the bathroom.

You look directly at Ouma as you turn to walk away, he gives his knowing look.

This was a mistake. Your heartbeat is faster and louder than the steps you take, floating in the sea of bodies and laughter and happiness. All joy that bounces off of you like two ends of a magnet.

You stall of the bathroom closed, sitting down on the seat and cupping your face in your hands, breathing in and out like Shuichi and Kiruimi taught you to.

But it’s not working, every time you close your eyes all you can hear is Ouma’s voice. “We’re both the same.”

You didn’t bring a purse with you, or anything for that matter, you realize, hands scrabbling for something, anything to relieve the pain. Your eyes frantically look around the stall, scanning every area for a dropped needle or bobby pin yet all you find is the smooth mucky plastic of the door, round metal of the hinges and tacky tiles on the floor.

With nowhere else to run and not being able to do anything you curl your hand into a fist and bang it over your head, cursing your existence, cursing breathing and living and taking up the space that someone else could have.

You hit until your head rings, and you’re crying for two reasons. A sob finally overtakes you and you sit like that, rocking back and forth with whispers of the life outside drifting in through the vents for a long, long time.

---

“What’s the matter, please.” Shuichi begs, kneeling beside you on the couch. “I want to help you.”

“It’s nothing.” You insist, flipping through your phone idly. The incident at the restaurant had put you in a slump for the past few days.

Shuichi’s brows were furrowed, he was in pain seeing you suffer wordlessly like this and he desperately wanted to help.

“I won’t force you to say anything, but please tell me if you need help.” He took a seat beside you, your body itched to envelop him, but each time you wanted to a tiny Ouma circled around your head, tapping, tapping and whispering You don’t deserve any of this.

He let the t.v do all the talking for a better half of an hour before he decided to talk. “Kiruimi wanted to know when you wanted to go talk with her again.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I know, just keep it in mind.”

“Right.”

“She really enjoys it you know? We all enjoy helping you, we want to see you get better, and we’re here to help-“

“Jesus Christ, Shuichi.” You snapped, throwing yourself off of the couch. “That’s all that ever happens, that’s all that anyone ever talks about!”

He whispered your name, “Hey, I-”

“I get it already!” anger was rushing through you, anger at yourself and everyone else. “You all want to help me, help me become better and be this healthy person I never was but you know what- Nothing has happened! Through all of his time and the effort everyone puts in doesn’t matter how nice they all are to me or how they say they car and you know why?! Because in the end whenever my back is turned all they ever have and will talk about is how fucked up I am.”

It was Shuichi’s turn to get up, “That’s not true, I-”

“Bullshit!” You roared. “You can’t look me dead in the eye and tell me you wanted to be with someone like me, because it’s not true! Stop fooling yourself- no one truly loves someone, only the things they can do for them.”

“You need to calm down.” He sighed.

“Calm down? Fuck you! Fuck this place- this home and everything that you’ve given to me because one day you’re just going to snap or- or explode and say ‘to hell with her ‘and throw me away like I’m some piece of trash!”

“That’s not-!” he sighed, stressed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m trying, I really am. I promise I won’t abandon you. I don’t think badly of you no matter what you do- you and I are just as human as everyone else. And like one, you deserve someone to love you- and I do love you.”

You hesitated, an argument building up in your throat. Shuichi clasped your hands, squeezing them tightly. “I love you. God, I love you, it hurts to see you like this.” He actually looked like he was on the verge of tears. “You don’t have to be this way, you don’t have to hate yourself so much.”

Now you felt like crying, or screaming and jumping off a cliff where you could endlessly fall forever and ever.

“Please.” His voice cracked as his arms brought you into his chest.“Please, I love you, please…”

And this touch, this warmth and pure love that you’ve never had all of your life is finally within your grasp and for once, god, for once there’s a chance- you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The first word is hard to find but the rest of them are attached by a thin spiders web and follow easily. You open your mouth, and let the little spider spin it’s web and tell its story to Shuichi.

---

6 months have passed since that night. Summer has come and gone where heat waves have been replaces with icicles and thick layers of frigid snow.

You sprinkle flakes of food into your fish bowl, watching the paper thin flakes barely break the surface of the water as the orange goldfish gulps water and food at the surface, it’s mouth bobbing up and down forming an ‘o’. You had taken the time to craft decorations and created small attractions for the fish in the tank, a clay made sunken ship, tassels hanging from the edge of the tank with pom-poms of red and green.

You filled a small watering can from the tap before sprinkling your house plants with water. You had made small sweaters that fit around their pots, ‘so they wouldn’t get cold’ you told Shuichi, he laughed.

It was Kiruimi’s idea to get some plants and a pet for you to take care of, and so far you had loved it, taking on a motherly role and naming everything. Shuichi found it adorable, playing along and assisting on his day’s off feeding/ watering everyone.

Your current fish was the reason you had a job, surprisingly. The pet store was hiring. While you didn’t know how well you’d fare with customer interactions, you were happy feeding all of the animals and stocking shelves for a living. It wasn’t much, but at least you could help with the bills (not that you’d need to, Shuichi is a one man army) and you even befriended your coworkers.

“I’m back.” Shuichi announced, as you bounded the door to kiss him. He smiled, dropping his bags before cupping your cheek and properly kissing you. “Did you miss me.”

“No, Richard and the others kept me busy.” You smirked, flopping back on the couch, the heater was cranked up to the max, even so you pulled a blanket over yourself. Shuichi sat beside you, undoing his tie. “Aha, pretty soon you won’t need me around here.” He teased back, scooting right up next to you. You happily flipped around and lay down on his lap.

“Nah, you’re their father- you still have to stick around at least until they’re done elementary.” He combed your hair with his hand, making you shiver. “I suppose so.”

Snowflakes batted against the window, the apartment was quiet other than the bubbling of the fish tank.

“Hey, Shuichi.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you. For everything.” You turned your mouth to his thigh and mumbled. “I love you.” Even after all the two of you have been through, it was hard for you to say it. You could feel Shuichi tighten, his breath hitching for 2 seconds.

“I love you too.” He’s blushing and you know it, you smile to yourself.

Sometimes life has a funny way of teaching you things.

Sometimes they won’t exactly be in the way you wanted as well, god knows when Shuichi first took you in you were as approachable as a feral cat, hissing at him or anything that so much as moved.

But just like feral cats, you were tamed and taught and learned how to adapt, learned how to not spend every second of every day regretting your existence. That’s not to say you’re cured. A fairy didn’t come down from the skies and waved a magic wand and nothing was instantly better. It was rough and hard and was anything but easy, Even now it wasn’t easy.

It taught you that everyone is battling his own demons, Kokichi, masking hatred by taking it out on himself and lying. Even Kaede, you realized- the smiles that never quite met her eyes, the sincere looks just barely, barely laced with sadness whenever you two touched.

Everyone had their own demons to face, you repeated as you closed your eyes, letting Shuichi’s weight shift over you, hands gripping desperately at your shirt, hinting at something more this time.

And sometimes,

You have to break them, or break yourself, to fully heal.

#long fic #self harm #trigger warning #tw #depression #shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuuichi saihara #shuichi saihara shuuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 x reader #rose

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Paladin, Part 10. A Night At Ra’s. Viohlence and Ra

Ra:

+No, #Stephen I did NOT want those songs played. As a matter of fact, I specifically told you not to play them. This bar is to provide comfort and a relaxing environment. It is NOT a place to try out piano versions of Kanye's greatest hits.+

Frustration wells deep within me. I get tired of telling people the same thing 12 times and still looking like the bad guy. The one thing from my parents that still resonates with me is, "Listen the first time and life's easier." Other than that they never taught me anything worth holding on to. 

I stand at the bar and take a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth followed by a deep drink of my favorite beverage, Henny. Ahhh better. Frustration gone, for now.

I look around seeing many familiar faces and a few new ones. One just walking through the door has my attention. He's extremely tall, well built,  handsome, and has a look that could easily mean he's trouble. I should say hello, see if I can tell whether he IS trouble or not. Damn TatorTot for opening my eyes too much. I chuckle as I head to welcome my new guest.

+Hello, welcome to my bar. I'm Ra and you are?+

Vioh:

After I had ventured out in the city, the other night, wandering the streets of Charleston finding this amazing little antique book store where I found too many books I really didn’t need but had to have I’d gone to dinner at a quaint italian place. The food had been marvelous and the chef who was also the owner was just as amazing as her food tasted. We had spent about 5 minutes talking as she was on a short break and in that short time we managed to talk about both books and music. It was she who recommended this piano bar that I was currently standing just inside the door of. It was well preserved, the feel was old and 1900 feel but with a modern twist, cozy and relaxing yet welcoming and not cramped. As my eyes scanned the bar and stage setup further in I shrugged out of my jacket and tried to locate a table to sit. It looked as if I was in time for the next number to start their act. In the inner pocket of my jacket I had a good book that could keep me company if the music and drink itself didn’t do the trick. I turned as a dark honey covered male voice sounded next to me. “Well, hello, I would be Vio. A very nice place you have here.” Interesting. I felt a small warning in the back of my head, at this males precens, he was tall, taller than me with dark hair and eyes. He didn’t look upset or anything but did he personally welcome everyone who walked through the door. But I pushed the thought aside, for now and with a smile I held out my hand. 

Ra:

I smile and shake his hand. The male knows how to shake hands, that's good. Sick of the aristocrats and their dainty, AKA wimpy, handshakes. 

+Pleasure to make your acquaintance Vio. I apologize that my hostess is not here to welcome you. Her car is having issues but she'll be here soon. Until then I will be your host. Do you have a preference where you want to sit? Booth by the stage, window, barstool? Right now we have openings everywhere.+

Why I'm yammering so much, I don't know. Apparently it's one of those days, well nights, when I'm off kilter. Plus, I don't want this male thinking I am wary of his presence. So far, he seems fine. His eyes are scanning though as if looking for trouble. Gods I hope none visit here tonight. I could use a night without drama.

+Oh, our piano player for tonight is #Stephen and he is allowed to take requests as well as tips should you feel so inclined. Now where can I seat you?+

Vioh: 

“Oh that’s no problem. I’m in no hurry. It is a very friendly place you have here.” I say with a smile and a nod to the man before me. I scan the large club checking out the different seating areas and contemplate where I want to sit depending on how well this Stephen plays and what request he gets will depend on how focused on the music I will be. After a few seconds I find the perfect spot with a set of booths that are facing the room, the stage and the bar. “Oh, I would love one of the booths over there if hogging one on my own isn’t an issue of course. What type of music does Stephan play? What’s his genre?” I ask as we start walking.

Ra:

+As I said, sit anywhere you please, sire. These booths will provide you some privacy from the worst of the noise without compromising your enjoyment of the music. #Stephen plays a variety of music but we try to keep it soothing so this place stays a relaxing environment for guests. (chuckling) He does get experimental on occasion but has been warned to skip the piano versions of his rap favorites. If anything isn't pleasing just let me know. If you would like I can get your first drink order started and #Maran will bring it over. You will also find a menu with tonight's food selections. We don't tend to do full meals like you would find in a restaurant but have marvelous finger foods and would be happy to suggest some of you'd like.+

I find myself relaxing around this male  the more I talk. Good because that tells me all will be well. I find myself actually enjoying playing host too. I smile as the male, Vio, sits in the booth and places a book on the table.

+May I get you a drink now or would you prefer to relax and enjoy your book for a bit first?+

Vio: I laugh lightly as Ra explains his idea of Stephen’s musical skills “Now that is something I’ve honestly never heard. Piano rap, but I will remember not to suggest anything in that category. I would not want to get him in any trouble.” Sliding into the booth I have a seat in the middle of the seat. I place my jacket next to me and my book, The Innocent Man by John Grisham, on the table. 

“Hmmm, no I’d love a drink, a caprina and some water please. Also, I wouldn’t mind some finger foods any of your suggestions. I just realized I’m quite hungry and wouldn’t mind some finger foods. “What do you suggest? Depending on the size of the dishes I’d like 2 or 3 different kinds.” 

Ra:

+Well, I will just add that I have heard his versions and Kanye hits do not mesh well with a relaxing atmosphere.+

I laugh remembering my earlier discussion with #Stephen after hearing him play it.

+We have a variety of appetizers from simple to "fancy". I've found some prefer crackers and dips to lamb skewers. However, if you would honor me with some trust I will bring you a few of my favorites.+

As I wait for your answer I notice your book's title as it sits on the table.

+Have you read that book before? I do enjoy a good thriller but have not read that one.+

Vio: This guy was funny and charming, just like hosts or maybe more as the manager he was. He obviously liked what he did and wanted his customers as well as his employees to enjoy themselves. Within reason of course. “Well, since I know where you work I will trust you upon this important task of bringing me excellent foods to eat while enjoying the music and my reading material for the evening.” I say with a smile and a wink making sure he understands I was just trying to keep the same light atmosphere as he was doing. I look down on my book, patting the cover lovingly like I would a beloved pet. “Mmm, I’ve read this one before. I love reading great books over and over again. It is based on a true story and if you want something to read that will make you mad, make you sad and want to punch someone’s face in then this is the book for you.” 

Ra: 

+Well, that does sound like an exciting mixture. I'll have to read it.+

I take a notepad and write a few things down that Vio might like to eat and hand it off to #Cas as she passes by. 

+#Cas will be your waitress tonight so once the fold is ready she'll bring it to you. I ordered you some lamb kabobs with a honey mint yogurt dipping sauce, a full smoked salmon with crackers, and some steak and bleu cheese bruschetta with onion and roasted tomato jam. I'll leave you to your entertainment but should you need me for anything just tell #Cas.+

I hope he calls me at some point. I'm intrigued and he seems like a male who can hold a conversation which is a rarity around here.

Vio: My mouth watered at all the food he mentioned “That all sounds amazing! I can’t wait to try them all.” I petted my stomach with my hand. I had to really think about it to not lick my mouth at the thought of all the good food. It had been a great idea to go out and visit the piano bar. The music started to play and Stephan had obviously listened to what Ra told him because the music that he chose was classic New Orleans jazz rather than rap. “If this is just as big a hit as it sounds you’ll have to come help me choose dessert if you have that on the menu too. And it sounds like Stephen took your advice too.” I couldn’t help teasing nodding towards the stage. 

Ra:

+Oh the food will make you feel very good, the chef is fantastic. I was very lucky to find him. I'm glad #Stephen took my musical advice. Otherwise he'd have had to find a new line of employment. +

I chuckle because #Stephen flatout panicked when I told him he'd be out if he didn't follow my directions. I want to get to know this male more. There's something intriguing about him that makes me want to stay here and talk to him.

+Have you been in Charleston long Vio? I tend to know a good amount of the aristocrats that hang around these parts but haven't seen you or anyone who resembles you until tonight. Any family here?+

Vio: 

It was bound to happen, meeting another one of my race here in Charleston. Ra was one it was easy to feel and him knowing other aristocrats proved he came from status or money, most likely both. I tried to not stiffen up or lose face but I really didn't have a huge desire to talk about my family. I didn't even want anyone to know about the symphath side and I was pretty sure if Ra was who I thought he was, he'd know the symphath king and the princess, my parents.

"No, no family or friends. I'm from the New York area" that was close enough to the truth "I just wanted out of the big city and some place more quaint, charming and with a home feel you know. And Charleston is the equivalent of home and charming." I smiled "How long have you had this club? Did you start it yourself or is it a family business?" Steering the conversation away from myself to him. It was safer to talk about Ra than me, scribe, knew how he'd react 5o the fact that I was almost fully symphath. I was good at hiding that side of me since I did so most of my life but I didn't need anyone to poke around in my past.

Ra:

+I've had this place for several years now, moved from the New York area myself. It was something my late sister would've enjoyed thoroughly. She was the inspiration behind it, you could say. She was my only true family. Those who gave me life haven't been in my life since she went unto the Fade.  My family's business was never truly mine and I do not miss the arrogance of their kind.+

I shudder slightly thinking of my sweet sister. I miss her every day. Then I smirk thinking of Twila and what she'd say about it all. I lean a little closer so not to have to speak as loud.

+I think we are on the same wavelength when it comes to our thoughts on the aristocracy. I must bite

my tongue at times, for my business' sake, but my friend said it best, "The aristoscats are dirtier and smellier than anything out there. We'd be doing the race a favor by knocking them down a few pegs plus the air would smell better." I may have been born among them but I was never really one of them. If that makes sense.+

Vio: It surprised me how open and forthcoming Ra was, I was a complete stranger after all. Also, life had taught me the hard way that people of my race, well part of my race, were not to be trusted. 

I didn't have a lot left over for any of them, aristocrats or other, symphaths less than any of them. The only good thing being a symphath gave me was that I could live in daylight unlike pure vampires. I could walk among humans and they were none the wiser and that's how I liked it. After the catastrophic meeting with my father I just gave up on ever belonging. The only truly fine person I like among my own race was Sihla, my nanny, my true mother,who passed less than a year ago.

"Yes, … well" it made me a bit uncomfortable that Ra knew I was like him but it was inevitable for me to hide it. At least I could hid my sympath side. "I don't have much experience of them but what I do know…. Well, I'm not a huge fan." Clearing my voice I said gently "I'm sorry to hear about your sister. Was she ill?" I frowned "I'm sorry for my manners. Would you like to have a seat? We could share the food if you are hungry." 

Ra:

I smile and sit. I realize I may have said too much. The look he shot me was uncomfortable.

+I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything. I just lived many years, too many, being someone I wasn't and keeping my mouth shut. I grew tired of doing it so I stopped but I realize not everyone feels the same. So I apologize if I offended you. I would love to enjoy some of the food with you. It's been a long time since I tasted any of it.+

I chuckle as I am really bad about eating enough and should, at least, eat here to ensure quality is maintained. 

+Lily, that's my sister, passed away during her transition. My family acted as if it was just another day and all was well because the male child was still breathing. They did not recognize the precious gem she was and that was when I started speaking up. When I left my Sire's home and business and moved here.

Oh here's the food. I hope you enjoy.+ 

Vio: It was weird, yet not really, how my insides didn't twist and turn as he told me about his sister. The pain my own parents inflicted in me both emotionally and the princess also physically had me numbed off. I did know how to play the part though. I had learned while growing up as a teenager  yet learned, when I finally been free from the princess and moved into the real world. 

"It's alright." I smiled knowing it would warm up my features making me look younger and sweet. "You have not offended me at all. I merely have my own not so pleasant interaction with our … our race." I sure didn't even though I'd mastered to play the part and hide my symphath side from my mahmen so I knew Ra wouldn't notice that part. Sitka had told me many times it had been obvious early that I was sk much stronger than any symphath alive since not even my own mahmen could see my strength and that I could without training g hide it so well from her, spire the torture she bestode upon me. 

"Oh, yum, this looks and smells amazing." It really did and I couldn't wait to dig in. "It really is true that fondness goes through one's stomach." I chuckle picking out a few things to put on my plate.

Ra:

Laughing as I put a few morsels on my plate as well as have my glass of Henny refilled, I take a moment to look at my place from a customer's standpoint.

+Humans did get that right when they said that. I have yet to find anyone that doesn't relax with a good meal. So, have you visited any of the city's attractions yet? Like the beaches or City Market?

Vio: For a few moments i simply enjoy the food humming as all the tastes explodes in my mouth. "Oh my God this is divine!" I put the rest of the morsel in my mouth having to strain myself to just not shove another piece into my mouth like a vulture. 

"My compliments to the chef and of course to the owner with the good taste of employ one of the best." Taking another bite of morsel. "How you don't eat this every night and weigh 500 pounds is beyond me" I bite into my food giving Ra a playful smile.

"Just a little. I walked around town for a bit the other night before I went out to dinner. I found this antique bookstore… it was love at first sight." I say chuckling. "But I have yet to explore more. So, how long have you lived in Charleston?"

Ra:

I have very little willpower when it comes to my chef's food so I eat before I come and occasionally sit on my hands to avoid eating it all before the customers.

+I chuckle+

I will relay your compliment to him. He was a rare find and I thank the stars nightly he chose to work here. I've lived here for over 10 years now, lost true count actually. I came from Caldwell originally and am grateful every day that I did. I love it here.

City Market is a must check out. It's so vast and has an array of handmade goods from furniture to food to knick knacks. They aren't open super late but still a great place to get lost in for a few hours. There are walking tours of various food places and historic sites. Even architecture tours if that's your scene. And any time you would like company I'd be more than happy to be a tour guide. I could use time away from here.

+I smile warmly not wanting to be pushy but wanting him to know I offer friendship since I know how being new in town can be.+

You mentioned an antique book store. Was that CeCe's place by any chance? Her shop is phenomenal!

Vio: It was nice, sitting there listening to Ra telling me all about Charleston. He offered his opinion and information so easily. There didn't seem to be any doubt or question that I was to be trusted. He didn't know me but was giving me the benefit of a doubt. It was a really nice experience but I couldn't help wondering if he would offer it as easily if he knew I was a symphath, especially if he knew who my mother was.

"That all sounds fantastic, especially the food market. I don't know if you noticed but I love good and different kinds of foods." Finishing my bite I lean back taking a sip of my drink as I study him. I was going to meet the male half way and give him the same benefit of a doubt as he was giving me. "A tour guide would be awesome so I can get some help exploring all those little gems." I chuckle "Yes! Yes! I believe it was CeCe's and I might have bought half the shop in one visit." I wink.

Ra:

+I smile realizing he was honoring me with trust. Trust isn't easy to give but TatorTot has been a good influence on me. She's taught me how to spot trustworthy people and how to spot the ones to avoid altogether. Vio can be trusted.+

I'm honored you will allow me to show you around. As for CeCe's, she is a doll and I have bought a ton of books there myself. She's gotten very good at restocking. 

+I laugh before taking a sip of my Henny.+

"Excuse me Sire, but there's a disturbance out back needing your attention."

Thank you #Cas. Please get Vio anything else he requires, on the house. 

+I stand and turn to you bowing slightly.+

I apologize for cutting our visit short. Enjoy the rest of your night with us. Here is my card, please call me anytime you like.

Vio: "You go do your thing. It was really nice meeting you Ra. I don't know a lot of people here yet, so thank you for keeping me company." I waved Ra off, taking his card and putting his information in my phone. Scrolling through it I saw the number for Rehnegade. I'd gotten it from a connection in Caldwell but I had yet to use it. I still wasn't sure I wanted to.

#TBC

#Paladin #ANightatRas #Renegades #RRPG #BDB #AU #Wolven #Witches #Vampires #Angels #Reapers #Ghosts 

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This is part 2 to my Vampire! Jun series and is the final

So OG this was gonna just be an edit but as I’ve said before, I’m extra so let’s get this angsty vampire! jun bullet list started

It’s pretty fluffy but ends very angsty (also kinda long)

Warning: Character death (not of old age)

Masterlist

- You and Jun had met at a company party

- You hadn’t really wanted to go but the company had made it mandatory to impress the bigwigs

- You were standing a few feet away from the food table trying to avoid your slightly tipsy co workers when Mr. Handsome caught your eye

- He also looked like he didn’t want to be there. He was bored but the emotion seemed more intense than suited the mediocre party

- Because you were staring too long he eventually looked back at you

- He smirked half heartedly at you before picking a few toothpicks of hors d’ oeuvres to put on his plate and approaching you

- He leaned against the wall next to you and you pretended to not notice his presence

- “You look like you’re enjoying this party as much as I am.”

- You turned your head towards him

- He seemed to take pleasure in your somewhat childish action in refusing to have any fun

- “I’d much rather be at home or doing something productive around less...” you looked at your rowdy coworkers, “people.” you cleared your throat

- “Aren’t these your turbulent years? Parties, energy, bad decisions, all that jazz, you should be in on it” he joked

- “Well then what about you? You don’t look old, yourself. Why don’t you have a good dose of intoxication?”

-“I already am,” he paused looking into your eyes at an uncomfortably close proximity for strangers, “by you” he broke out into an open mouthed laugh

- you snorted. the handsome stranger was most definitely a joke

- “Also it’d be looked down upon if one of the heads of the company got wasted at the annual get together.” He continued he said nonchalantly

- he was also apparently your boss

- “I’m Wen Junhui, in charge of this particular countries branches” he smirked devilishly at you, “nice to meet you...” he waited for you to supply your name

- “Y/N.” you blushed your title wasn’t nearly important enough to mention

- “HR department?”

- “Yes sir.”

- “There’s the fake polite social service voice” he chuckled

- You looked down feeling awkward he had called you out for faking politeness

- “I liked it better when you looked at me like I was a nice meal rather than a weapon of mass destruction, Y/N, you can call me Jun. And do me a favor and forget my title. I’m just here for the snacks.” he emphasized by putting a whole meatball on a stick in his mouth and smiling tight lipped at you

- absolutely cheeky

- you took that as incentive to bite into your own snacks, though out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw Jun shudder as he swallowed

- maybe you should stay away from the meatballs

- after that conversation flowed a lot more smoothly

- Jun hailed you a cab at the end of the night and bid you farewell

- You wondered if you should have tried to get his number

- The next day you received an email from Jun’s work email

- Meeting at 2 o’clock sharp in the break room -J

- Of course you showed up

- And Jun was there in a nice button up and slacks sitting at the small break room table

- You stood in the doorway confused as to why you were the only one there besides Jun

- “Have you ever tried chocolate filled rasberries? They’re delicious.” He insisted holding a small box of them out to you

- You took one with a small thanks popping the small fruit into your mouth

- “You know typically a meeting would have more than just two people. What could a figure head like you want with the HR lady?”

- He turned his gaze away from you looking slightly abashed, though he didn’t have the decency to blush

- “A date maybe?” he said looking at you from the corner of his eye

- You were surprised Mr. Handsome had even wanted to talk to  you again let alone see you on a personal basis

- “No offense, but this date sucks.”

- He looked at you wide eyed and sputtering

- “I guess that means you’ll have to take me on another one.” you finished

- Jun let out a short laugh

- “I guess so.”

- For you two the rest was history date after date

- Some extravagant

- Some at his house with take out and a movie

- If you had to pick something you didn’t like about Jun though, it would be his tiny appetite, he never seemed to actually eat any of his food, just push it around

- That’s why he never let you touch the kitchen

- “There’s no need for you to waste time in the kitchen making something I’ll barely eat only to have you get mad at me and ignore me for a week, when I can just keep you in my arms and have food delivered.”

- Or maybe the fact that he was always cold

- Cuddling in the summer with him was a dream

- In the winter-- a nightmare

- It wasn’t until after a year of dating that you found out why

- It was Jun’s birthday and you were determined to make him a cake

- And gosh darn it he was gonna eat it

- You had decided to make it at his place as he said he had gone off with some friends for something or another

- You opened his apartment with your spare key to let yourself in

- after reading the directions on the box a couple of times (though it seemed it should be easy enough to go through only once)

- You had gotten all the ingredients out except for the eggs

- Opening the refrigerator door you were surprised to say the least

- No eggs

- But plenty of bags of blood

- Which obviously even though being a vampire is a far fetch you’re like oh shit is Jun a vampire

- Then your rational mind tells you no, it’s gotta be something else

- So you’re just  stuck in the kitchen with the fridge door open, letting all the cold air out and panicking

- Jun has great timing, so this is of course, when he walks through the door

- You turn to face him slowly and see his face tense at your position

- “I can explain.”

- “What, that you robbed the local blood bank?” you asked near hysterics

- “Well... yes.” he said before shaking his head “but that’s not important. Y/N, there’s... something you need to know.”

- He reached slowly for your hand, never breaking eye contact with you

- You let him lead you away from the kitchen and onto the couch in the living room

- You both sat down Jun not letting go of your hands

- You sat still ramrod straight and sweating

- You didn’t know what he was going to tell you, but it couldn’t be good

- “There’s something you deserve to know. And... and I should have told you earlier but... I was scared.”

- “Jun, you’re scaring me.”

- “Please no,” he pleaded with you, eyes looking wet “Not me, never me. I would never give you any reason to be scared of me, Y/N. I love you so much. Never be scared of me.”

- His grip on your hands tightened slightly before relaxing again

- “The reason those blood bags are in there is because I need them. To live.” he elaborated

- “What?” was the most intelligent thing you could come up with at the moment

- “I,” he hesitated before closing his eyes shut tightly “I’m a vampire.”

- You literally could not comprehend the information being passed as true to you

- Jun opened one eye at a time looking at you nervously

- “Vampires aren’t real Jun”

- “They are,” he said gently, “You’ve been dating one for the past year,” he rubbed his thumbs over the backs of your hands, “and I’ve been one for the past one hundred.”

- It took a  bit more convincing and some of Jun having to try to calm you down but you did accept the truth

- It took you a few good days to process everything fully

- And another week to finally come to terms that your long term boyfriend could potentially live forever and that his favorite food was blood

- Jun was extremely patient with you throughout the whole process and gave you plenty of space

- “I know you probably don’t want me around right now but, I’m here when you want me. I won’t leave unless you ask me to.”

- After about a month you were able to become comfortable enough to start cuddling with him again

- And when you finally decided to kiss him

- The way he kissed back was like a starving man

- Practically has his hands on you all the time, never leaving you alone for longer than he absolutely has to

- When you asked him about it he claimed to be making up time

- That’s when you realized your time was limited with him

- You were going to keep aging and eventually die while Jun stayed paused in time

- When you brought it up to Jun it made him very depressed

- “I know”

- He must have thought about it before and you could tell that thinking about it now was nearly insufferable for him

- You didn’t bring up the topic of becoming a vampire with him immediately

- And when you did Jun seemed reluctant

- It was obviously a huge decision to make

- You two decided to wait another two years before deciding

- In the mean time he would tell you everything he could about vampirism

- After nearly all the time was up everything was still going great and you couldn’t deny that you truly couldn’t imagine living without Jun

- Or how much the idea of making Jun live without you and imagining him alone physically made you sick

- Jun was coming back from a business trip the week from the set time

- You two had  planned an early retirement in a large home on the country side where you wouldn’t be disturbed and had plenty of space to get used to your new urges

- The house was huge and extravagant, you didn’t even want to think about how much money Jun had put in for it

- But he insisted that if it were going to be your new home, it needed to be the best

- You were on your way to the airport to pick Jun up, only a forty minute drive and you couldn’t wait to see him

- Jun had already landed and was waiting for you outside the terminal, his flight had landed early

- He was nervously thumbing at a small box kept safely in his pocket

- You were anxiously trying to make it through traffic

- You were bummed that you weren’t there to meet Jun at the gate and you were only becoming more late the closer you got to the airport

- You remember turning a corner and then darkness

- Jun was very nervous

-Something seemed wrong or was he just that anxious?

- He waited another twenty minutes for you

- He had expected you to be late but not this late

- He checked his watch again before being interrupted by his cellphone

- He dropped his bags and sprinted to curbside to get a taxi

- He rushed to the front desk before being told where you were

- When he stepped into your room the first thing that greeted him was the sound of your heart moniter

- You were alive but not awake

- If he was going to turn you, now would have to be the time, you were not in stable condition and who knows how  long you might actually last

- Even now, Jun wasn’t sure your body would be able to make the change; so much of you was broken

- He knelt down beside you ready to bite you, to save you

- But a doctor came in and Jun had to hastily retreat

- “You’re her emergency contact?”

- “Yes” Jun answered quickly hoping the faster he had this conversation the sooner the doctor would leave

- “Sir,  am so sorry.”

- Jun looked at him surprised

- “But her heart,” he began “It’s still beating. She’s still alive.” Jun began arguing adamantly

- “Yes her heart is fine but her... she’s not all there. The  trauma she suffered has caused her...” the doctor paused looking into Jun’s  desperate eyes before looking down at the ground. “She’s brain dead sir.”

- Jun stiffened, he couldn’t see anything and for a moment he forgot to breathe

- He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t fix this

- Bones: venom could heal, muscles: venom could heal but death of any tissue-- death was irreversible

- Jun wailed over your unresponsive body soaking your hospital gown in tears; the doctor left him to have some privacy

- Jun knew it was no use but he couldn’t stop, he had to try

- Through teary eyes he looked frantically at you before moving your hair from your neck

- He bit and bit but got no response, only blood staining his hands as the held you close still he couldn’t stop-- he needed to save you

- He finally stopped at seeing what he’d done to you

- Neck littered with punctures

- He had destroyed you

- And he couldn’t bring you back

- No matter how much he needed to

- He gently wiped you neck sticky with drying blood

- He sat back a bit looking at you, tears still constantly falling down his cheek and off his chin

- He sniffled as he dug his hand in his pocket to retrieve that small box he had been so nervous about earlier

- He opened it

- “I know I don’t deserve you. And that I let you down.” he paused trying to hold back a sob “but I was yours from the night I met you and” he looked away trying to pull himself away from the edge of screaming at the heavens or God or whoever took you away from him, “I always will be... So please let me call you mine.” he finished slipping the ring on your finger

- He bit onto his own fist again trying to hold back the waves of pain before getting op to get some bandages

- He carefully wrapped your neck delicately holding you close to him

- After he was done, the white looked nothing but innocent on your neck and blended in with the rest of your injuries you had gotten in the car accident

- With a final kiss placed longingly on your forehead he left

- The hospital tried to contact him multiple times as to what to do with your body, you couldn’t be on life support forever

- He never answered

- He couldn’t

- He couldn’t be the one to pull the final plug on your life

- Eventually they stopped calling

- Jun couldn’t get drunk, but he sure as hell tried

- Anything to stop the hurting

- Anything but forget you

- He could never do that to you

- He had finally moved into the house you two were meant to spend the rest of your unnaturally long lives together

- Most of the time he thinks about how happy you would have been

- He imagines your laugh and your smile and how it felt to have you next to him

- Perfect

- And how lucky he would have been to be yours forever

- But vampires aren’t lucky

- So he takes another sip of vodka from his glass and watches the trees from inside your now crumbling dream home

- He himself forgotten

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One Shot, One Kill [7]

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Warnings : Blood, violence...all that jazz. I also mention the condition known as anemia. So if it makes you uncomfortable please just skip over it. I did do my research and I know what it's like since both my mother and younger brother have it so I mean no offense

Pairing : Jung Hoseok / OC (Azura/ Zada)

Genre : Angst, Action, some fluff, eventual smut, Paid Assassin AU

Words : 2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11.

-Azura’s P.O.V-

Days turned into weeks and we still had nothing. Yoongi and Jeongguk worked tirelessly, looking for any signs of Esmeree but came up empty every time. I helped them with whatever they I needed, being pretty good at hacking myself. I had been staying with them to make this all easier and...well I didn’t really have anywhere else to go.

“I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.” Hoseok said as he walked over to me.

I had been awake for the past two days, not getting any sleep really since this all started three weeks ago. I shook my head at him, my eyelids heavy as I stared at the screen in front of me. I heard him sigh, placing a hand on my shoulder, trying to coax me into listening to him.

“I’m fine.” I mumbled, shaking his hand off.

As I said that my head lolled forward before I snapped it back up, shaking my head once more to keep myself awake. I felt bad for pushing him away but right now finding my sister was more important than my well being. I heard him sigh once more, surely going to speak once more but didn’t get a chance to as the screen in front of me turned into static. I shot up, confusion overtaking my features as I tried getting the screen back to normal. Hoseok and I shared a look, not knowing what to do and not having anyone to ask since it was just the two of us at the moment.

“It seems like you’ve finally found yourself a boyfriend Zada.” Dominic’s voice came out of the speakers that were hooked up to the various screens.

“Dominic you son of a bitch.” I cursed, turning to face the screen, knowing he could see me.

“Is that any way to greet me sweetheart?”

I ground my teeth at the pet name, hating the condescending tone he used, “I’m not in the mood for your fuckery. Where the hell is my sister?”

He smirked, twirling a blade in his hand as he signalled for someone that was standing behind the camera. My legs almost gave out as they turned the camera to my sister. She was tied up to a chair, her mouth taped shut. Her head hung limply forward, someone behind her grabbing a fistful of her hair and made her look up. As soon as she saw me through the screen tears started streaming down her face. I could hear the muffled cry of my name from behind the duct tape on her mouth.

“Dominic I swear to you I’ll kill you if you-”

“If I what? Touch her? Kill her?” He asked, pulling a gun out.

I grit my teeth as he walked over to Esmeree. Esmeree screamed and fought against her restraints, trying to get away from him. I slammed my fist against the desk, the sound catching Dominic’s attention. He simply smirked, raising the gun and aimed for her leg. I panicked, watching as he pulled the trigger. Esmeree screamed a blood curdling scream that could be heard perfectly through the duct tape over her mouth.

“She’s only nine you sick bastard!” I yelled, tears blurring my vision.

Dominic chuckled, walking closer to the camera, “I’ll tell you what...If you don’t want the next one to go through her skull meet me in the place I tell you. Bring anyone with you and your sister will be dead within seconds, understood?”

At that the screen turned black, my phone lighting up with a text message. I wasn’t able to read it as my knees buckled from under me as I crumbled to the ground. I gasped for air as I started breathing heavily, hyperventilating. I felt my whole body shake, Hoseok appearing in my line of vision. I had completely forgotten he was here. I could see his lips moving but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. A resounding ringing noise was all I could hear as it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I felt Hoseok shake my body roughly, trying to snap me out of it but I was too far gone. I started seeing black spots dance across my vision.

-Hoseok’s P.O.V-

I panicked as she collapsed in my arms, immediately going to check her pulse. I let out a sigh of relief when I felt her heartbeat. The relief was short lived however as I realised how slow her heartbeat was. I cursed, hurriedly hooking my arm under her knees, picking her up and carrying her to my room. I gently laid her down on the bed, pulling out my phone so I could call Seokjin.

I thanked the heavens that he answered after the second ring, “Hyung! I need you to get back here as fast as you can.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Azura collapsed...have any of you seen if she’s been eating at all? Every time I saw her she had her eyes glued to that damn screen.” I asked, turning to Yoongi and Jeongguk who were standing by the door

“No, every time Yoongi hyung and I would switch off to take over she refused to go get something to eat, much less get any sleep.” Jeongguk said, Yoongi letting out a yeah of agreement.

I cursed, my hold on my phone tightening, “Where do you keep the IV?”

“In my room in the back of the closet. Set it up for me, we should be there in a few minutes.” He instructed me, the both of us hanging up as I ran to his room.

I could see the stand, the other supplies in a bag next to it. Grabbing everything I needed I ran back to my room, noticing how all the color in Azura’s face had vanished. I grew worried at seeing little droplets of sweat forming on her forehead. Putting everything down I went over to her and rested my hand on her forehead, feeling for her temperature. I compared her temperature with mine, sighing in relief when I realized she wasn’t running a fever. I was still worried however since she had developed a cold sweat and I had no idea why.

“Out of the way.” Seokjin said as he pushed me away from Azura.

I was so deep in thought that I hadn’t noticed that the rest of the guys had come back. I stood back, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. I bit on my lower lip anxiously, watching Seokjin look her over. He rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing how thin she had gotten over these past few weeks. I turned away as he inserted the IV needle into her arm, pushing myself off the wall and walking out of the room.

“How’s she doing?” Jimin asked, taking a few steps towards me when he saw me.

I didn’t answer as I turned to the monitors, all of them black. I leant forward, resting my hands on the back of the empty chair in front of the monitors. I felt angry; angry at myself for not noticing how Azura was falling apart right in front of my eyes, angry at her for not taking a fucking break, angry at Dominic, the sick bastard causing all of this.

“Fucking hell.” I shouted in anger, throwing the chair aside roughly, hearing it make a loud thud as it made contact with the wall.

“Hoseok…” Namjoon sighed out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

But that was the last thing I wanted. I pulled out of his grasp, pushing him aside roughly as I made my way to the front door. I was going to find the bastard myself. I didn’t get very far, Yoongi blocking my path.

“Move hyung.” I all but growled out.

“Calm down first and tell them what happened. We need to figure this out together.”

I scoffed, going to walk around him but he grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me back towards the others. I stumbled a bit as he pushed me back roughly. Yoongi was stronger than he looked.

“Sit down.” He said, the look in his eyes causing me to immediately obey as I plopped down on the couch.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I let my head fall into my hands. I rubbed at my face roughly, trying to calm down but I was only getting angrier. I cursed, standing back up and pacing around the room.

“I’m gonna kill him. I swear to God I’ll kill him even if it’s the last thing I do.” I sneered, my hands balled up into fists.

“The fucking bastard-” I cut myself off, trying to control my anger.

I was so fucking angry I could barely control myself. That man was the scum of the earth, the dirty beneath our shoes and it pissed me off that he was getting away with all the shit he was doing. No matter what Azura did in the past no one, no one deserved to watch a love one tortured like that bastard was doing to Azura’s nine year old sister. I couldn’t keep my temper under control, turning on my heels and punching the big mirror that hung on the wall roughly. I ignored the pain of feeling bits of glasses embedding themselves in my knuckles, the blood dripping down to the floor as I turned around to face the others.

“He threatened to kill her sister if she didn’t met up with him at the location of his choice. He put a bullet through her nine year old sister’s leg to get his point across.”

I said through gritted teeth, seeing the looks on all of their faces, noticing that Taehyung and Jeongguk were no longer in the room. They must’ve left in the midst of my pacing.

“When did he want her to meet him?” Jimin asked, a glare having made it’s way onto his face.

I grabbed Azura’s phone, looking at the message Dominic had sent her. I sighed in both frustration and relief at seeing that he set the date to a week from now. A week was enough time for Azura to regain her strength, both physically and mentally. I opened my mouth to tell them what the text message said but was stopped short as Seokjin walked into the livingroom.

“She’s stable...but she’s very weak. She should be waking up within the next few minutes.” Seokjin said, a sigh leaving his lips, “Hoseok...she’s very weak, it was a miracle that she was even able to stand up on her own. If I’m right then she has anemia and it’s been acting up ever since this started.”

“W-what?”

“She didn’t faint because of lack of sleep or not eating. Well not eating did play a part in it but-” He cut himself off, plopping down on the sofa, “Her heart has been working overtime in these last few weeks. Due to the iron deficiency in her blood her heart beats irregularly trying to receive the oxygen that her blood isn’t producing. Mix in the shock of what she saw and her bad eating habits… I gave her something so her blood can produce the iron it needs but if she continues to not give her body the protein and nutrients it needs she’ll need to be admitted in the hospital asap.” He finished, recalling all he learned in med school a few years ago.

Before anyone could say anything else I went to her, my legs having moved at their own accord. As soon as I walked into the room it felt like a ten ton anvil was pressing up against my chest. Some of the color had returned to her face but she still looked as fragile as ever. I wasn’t able to take another step towards her, frozen in place at seeing her like this.

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