#it's the middle of the night but this took awhile so i'm just gonna post it now

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69 different Beetlejuice x Reader/OC fanfictions.

What can I say, when you're in the mood...

I've read an absurd quantity of fanfiction. The ones in this list are not just ones I've read and would recommend, but some of these are ones I've read multiple times. Basically, if your work is on this list, it's because I like it. If you write a lot for the fandom, it's because these fics are some of my favorites of your work (I tried to get a large variety of authors).

I'm giving three numbers on each of these. Intensity, Spice, and Story. Intensity refers to the level of discomfort that the fic might bring. 1 is relatively vanilla, fairly sane. 5 is the kind of fiction where if you're reading it, you're probably into some weird stuff. That or you're gonna be traumatized for life. Stuff like non-con, violence, and gore tend to up the intensity rating. Spice refers to the level of erotica. Basically what kind of words are used. Innuendo and implied stuff is a lower score, really explicit and it's a higher score. Story refers to how much plot there is- like do I actually have to focus and remember details in order to read it? Is there a beginning, middle, and ending? Or perhaps there is an actual plot, with stakes and such. Low story and spice scores indicates a fluff fic, which are fun and great as well.

To be perfectly honest, the scores aren't super informative, but it's a general idea on what the fic has in store. I also tried to tag the authors (in the first post they're mentioned, usernames are listed with title as well), but I couldn't find all of them for the ao3 stuff.

I'll make another post for fic recommendations that AREN'T super smutty/romantic and ones that include romance, but not x Reader or x OC (I will not make a recommended list of beetlebabes fics. Do not ask) That's going to take awhile though, since this fanfic list took me... like over a month.

Be sure to check warnings and tags listed.

Night Out from clairjohnson- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story: 2/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Reader is spending some time out on the town, where they summon Beetlejuice, only to run into a stranger as well. [@clairjohnson]

Last Train Home from vicunaburger- Intensity 3/5, Spice 2/5, Story 3/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Reader is on a train home, where they're harrased by a stranger. Luckily (or unluckily) Beetlejuice is there to "help" [@vicunaburger]

Roses and Rot from hoodoo- Intensity 4/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 2/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Walking home at night, some guy shows up. Murder and Sex, ain't it the best? Anyway, I’ve probably read this like 5 times. Is there something wrong with me? Perhaps. [@hoodoo12]

Panty Raid from hoodoo- Intensity 1/5, Spice 3/5, Story 1/5; A trio of short fics featuring edible underwear. I really like this one as it shows off the differences in depictions of Beetlejuice.

The Curse from hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5. Beetlejuice helps with period cramps.

Cut You a Piece of Me from avacado-writing- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 5/5, "A college student finds a cheap room in an old house, and soon finds out why the rent is so low"; a slow-burn romance that eventually leads to some smut, but this is just one where the story is really cute. It's a bit longer than some of the shorts above, but it's well worth the time it takes to read! This one is in multiple parts, part 1 is linked above. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4. [ @avocado-writing ]

Take You For a Ride from cinebration- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 4/5; You call a taxi when you need to get somewhere with a broken down car. The driver is… a bit strange. I absolutely love the plot twist at the end, really wish it wasn’t a one-shot. I think there’s a lot of interesting stuff you could work with here. It's really fun though. Well worth a read. [ @cinebration ]

Tricks and treats from Make-my-millennium- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1/5; You bring Beetlejuice with you to supervise a kid going trick or treating. I kind of have a soft spot for the idea that Keatlejuice is just really good with kids. It adds this really sweet element to him. [ @make-my-millennium]

Beej finds out reader drew him from obsessive-ego- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; a very short fic, the title says it all. Ego's writing is fairly tame compared to some of the other authors on this list. Not a bad thing, actually quite good. [@obsessive-ego ]

Pity Date from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; you go on a date with some random human, so Beetlejuice decides to tag along and ruin things.

Jealous of a Clone from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice leaves to the netherworld for a little while, he comes back and gets jealous of the clone he left with you.

Green Vibe from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1.5/5; You get a new vibe from Beetlejuice after he found your old one.

Wait, Demons go into Heat? from obsessive-ego- Intensity 3/5, Spice 2/5, Story 3/5; Uncontrollable urges, romantic tension, and a relationship that's just really cute.

BJ reacting to reader being kissed by one of her friends from obsessive-ego- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; I do love a good pining after someone fic, and this one delivers! Plus some jealousy stuff, which is always fun.

Coming Home Late from obsessive-ego- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; Another great fic from Ego. It's a sweet little relationship story. Very cute.

5 Love Languages from Effloradox- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1.5/5; just a small and simple fluff fic. It’s really cute. Good feels. [ @effloradox ]

Jealous from whiskehorange- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; Someone flirts with you, Beetlejuice puts a stop to it. [ @whiskehorange ]

Beetlejuices react to Y/N being sick from Beetled-juice- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1/5; Just some fluffy head cannons, but what’s really fun is that it’s with the three different versions of Beetlejuice, so you get all three flavors of the Trash Demon. [ @beetled-juice ]

Y/N Breeding Beetlejuice from Beetled-juice- Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1/5; look, I don’t know why I like this so much. Honestly 50% of the reason for this list is so I can keep coming back to my favorite fics, and this is one that I could keep coming back to. This is probably going to give you a weird opinion on my tastes… which is fair.

BJ with a breeding kink HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 1/5; informal head cannons, I just really like. This one and the clones one are both so cute and fun and I’ve read them both over and over again. Speaking of the clones one… [@thegoosewiththemost]

Beetlejuice Clone HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 1/5; again, informal head cannons that are super fun. Very cute, very fluff.

Clingy and Jealous HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost - Intensity 1/5, Spice 2/5, Story 1/5; it’s Beetlejuice being clingy. What more can I describe?

After Sex Cuddles from swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat - Intensity 1/5, Spice 2/5, Story 1/5; those darn informal head cannons, these ones are delightfully fluffy. They fill me with good feelings. Actually, all of their fics do, it’s just that this one is my favorite. [@swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat]

Reader who isn’t scared from Starlit-epiphany - Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; You just aren’t scared of the ghost with the most, which annoys him, and things go from there. Little headcannons. [@starlit-epiphany]

The rest of these I used AO3 links instead of Tumblr.

Spooky Beetlejuice Oneshots from xStardustInMyEyesx- Intensity 1/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; a bunch of cute oneshots. The linked one is the soulmates.

Stuck Like Glue from xStardustInMyEyesx- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; a pretty standard fic. mutual pining. Beetlejuice is a clueless idiot. A touch of angst as the main character deals with their trash family.

Spiritual Life Coach from goobthegoober- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; Delia hires a witch (reader) to act as Lydia's spiritual life coach. Beetlejuice takes advantage of you, in more ways than one. I absolutely adore the ending to this fic. It's got one of the best plots. It maintains Beetlejuice's manipulative jerk personality, which is delightful. [@goobthegoober]

Ring My Bell from abattor- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; One of the fics that does a great job showing of Keatlejuice. The comedy is amazing. The dialouge? Golden. It's unfinished, but the plot is not very important, so you don't feel like you're missing too much. I strongly suggest checking this one out.

The Exorpist from BeagleGoose- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; Delia hires the reader to act as an exorcist/therapist in order to try to sort out the fact that a demon lives in their house. What better way to deal with it than to get married? This one is quite a slow burn, and with over 30 chapters, it's a little long and slow at times. However, this has an incredibly sweet ending, with plot twists that rock the world. It's great. I love it.

Beej-ia Board from BeagleGoose- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 4/5; You contact Beetlejuice through an Ouija board. One thing leads to another, and you end up dating. This one is also based on another Beetlejuice fic:

Ouija from angelicspaceprince- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/4, Story 2.5/5; You contact Beetlejuice through an Ouija board. Unfortunately, he’s a little bit dyslexic. This one has them feels. The fluff, the angst. It’s a good fic, one that makes me feel really good and happy and argh, I love it. [ @angelicspaceprince]

You're the One from Jetsetlife138- Intensity 5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3/5; This one is also a work in progress, but what we have so far is pretty dang good. If you're into this, that is. The fact is, this one is REALLY intense. It’s a kidnapping fic. Read the tags before you decide if this one is for you.

Forever from orphan_account- Intensity 5/5, Spice 5/5, Story 3/5; You summon a demon, who decides to take you into the netherworld so you’ll belong to him forever. It really... stretches the character a bit. Eh, Who am I to actually care about that?

Beetlejuice Squared 2 from Hoodoo- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3/5; This one has clones. Clone fight. Multiple endings. What's not to love?

Just (A Little Less) Alone from doodles-foodles- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; You meet a ghost in the cemetery, you become roommates, mutual pining happens, and then things go very wrong.

Who Exorcizes the Exorcist? from Hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 5/5; Beetlejuice gets a new person living in the house- they’re unfortunately really boring. But there’s something weird about this stranger…

Bad Date from Hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; Again, a cute relationship fic. Beetlejuice interrupts a terrible date, and thus smut occurs. Logically.

Trying Too Hard from Hoodoo- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 2/5; a short fic in which the reader is given a few… gifts… at work. It’s pretty funny, which is why I like it so much.

Marked from angelicspaceprince- Intensity 6/5, Spice 5/5. Story 1/5; Yep, this is the one that broke the intensity scale. It was too intense for me, and I've read some intense stuff. It’s a hypnosis fic that haunts my brain. I’ve read it like 8 times, the first time it made me feel sick? Or maybe that was me not eating food (I forget to eat a lot). It certainly stuck in my brain, and if you’re into this kind of thing… you’ll probably love it.

Haunted from abeautifuldayfortea- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3.5/5; You’re haunted by Beetlejuice. Mostly just fluff with a dash of plot so far, but I have to say that I love the way BJ is written in this. He’s like a cat- a very touch-starved and lonely cat.

Color Envy from Nonbinary_Bean102- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 3/5; Nonbinary reader meets the ghost with the most, you're probably more of a mess than he is. I really like the beginning of the fic, very spooky, verry fun.

Safety/Danger/Love/Hate from piranhaenergy- Intensity 4.5/5, Spice 1/5, Story 5/5; When you start to fall romantically in love with Beetlejuice, a curse is placed upon you. This one… is amazing. The fluff. The angst. It’s a story that fills me with the good vibes. Do heed the warnings of the tags though. [ @born-dead-thrills ]

Unexpected Perspectives, New Discoveries, and One Occult Ritual from piranhaenergy- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; It’s a body swap episode. A lot of time is spent with you as Beetlejuice, and this causes a lot of fluff moments. He is pure chaos, and suddenly being stuck in that body is wacky.

Chaos on Camera (now with 100% more demon!) from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4.5/5; You’re a YouTube sensation, and your fans are very interested in the stripe guy who keeps appearing in your videos. They seem to think you’re dating, which is crazy because there’s no way you’d date a demon, right?

Heart, Sleeves, Stripes from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; You’re a person who’s got quite the poker face. You have no interest in revealing your crush on the ghost with the most. But, after a little statement goes wrong, you discover that he’s given you a curse- the curse of stupid color changing hair.

Bring Your Demon to Work Day from Piranhaenergy- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 3.5/5; You decide to bring a demon to your job at a bookstore, which makes things a lot more interesting, to say the least.

Tentacles are sexier than hair (and more practical) from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; it’s a retelling of Rapunzel, but with Beetlejuice and tentacles.

Deal with a Demon from InkSplots- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3.5/5; You’re a witch, and decide to summon a demon. Contracts are formed. This one has some really fun witch lore. Ya gotta establish that lore.

Zoo Day is Today from Unrenowned_Writer- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; Based on the cartoon, you supervise a field trip and go to the zoo. There, you meet a very interesting chaperone- Mr.Beetleman. It definitely keeps the flair and flavor of the cartoon universe, with a fair bit of fluff. Also there’s bad puns. Ya gotta love the bad puns.

Just Say My Name from Animekath- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 3/5; Your boss is kind of a terrible person. When things hit their limit, you end up calling up your demon.

Gas Station Souvenir from Unrenowned_Writer- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2.5/5; you work at a gas station, and then accidentally summon a demon. I just really love the authors writing style. Everything is really funny. The reader does not care about the supernatural nonsense they see every day.

A Break from Mangopop- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 1.5/5; You’re kind of stressed out over schoolwork. So Beetlejuice helps with that.

Microwave Safe from Mangopop- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2.5/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice microwaves himself.

Lucky Us from LivingSol- Intensity 2/5. Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; You come home from a funeral, with a weird ghost trying to get you to summon him. I like the arc with the revenge plot on bad coworkers. It’s kind of a longer fic, but quite fluffy.

I'm of sound mind; my answer is yes, I love that man of mine from HeidiWrites95- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 2/5; Oh look, this is from 2014. I know what the title is, no this is not a beetlebabes fic. You're at work, Beetlejuice invites you to a party. Nice and short.

Ghost with the Most from PlanetCupcake- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 2/5; Very much a typical “meet the demon, then you date him” story. It’s got some plot progression, but manages to keep fairly slice-of-life style.

For the Greater Ghoul from SherlockHomeslice; Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; this one is short and incomplete, but what we have so far is really interesting. Indigenous culture, a big snake dude, and also good descriptions of what it’s like to possess a plant? It’s pretty fun. I will say that spice and such is only so far, I get the feeling this one might get spicier later.

Lovely Little Strips of Fabric from Naner; Intensity 3.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Looking for blackmail on you, Beetlejuice gets distracted by your underwear. There’s a dubious consent implication at the end, which isn’t in the tags.

Say My Name from TurningOnAnAxis- Intensity 4/5, Spice 5/5, Story 2/5; You see a very strange man in a furniture store, and now your house is haunted. Well, he might be possessive and weird, but at least in a hot way?

Keeping it Quiet from SofaBeaee- Intensity 2/5, Spice 5/5, Story 1/5; What’s this demon doing in your house? Well, you’d kick him out but he’s really hot…. [@sofabear]

In the Arms of the Sea from burningrosebush- Intensity 3.5/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; In which you’re captivated by a siren, and take your revenge. It’s a dark fic, that’s for sure. It's also sad, with a sad-ish ending. [@burningrosebush ]

Haunt Me from GreyPetticoats- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice x reader who’s really into being scared, if ya know what I mean. Fun little horror bit turns into pure smut, ending with just a touch of fluff. Delightful.

Red Wing Warrior from Commander_Kim- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; Period sex with Beetlejuice. The idea that Beetlejuice, being incredibly gross, would absolutely love it.

A Blast From the Past from DooksForDays and sammys_lover- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2.5/5; It’s a reincarnation story, as Beetlejuice and the reader are able to reunite. Love a lot of the earlier slice of life chapters. Unfortunately, it’s not quite finished yet- and may have been abandoned. Then again, the fluff is pretty good.

6 1/2 Apologies from JustAnEnglishMajor- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1.5/5; You kind of yelled at Beetlejuice, so now you’re going to make it up to him. Smut with an extra element of hurt/comfort that I just love so much.

Makeshift Couples Counseling from Wiitennis- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1.5/5; After a fight with Beetlejuice, Lydia intervenes and helps repair the relationship. Fluff. So much fluff. [ @beeeeeeecauseusee ]

Oops from Cephede_Variable- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 1/5; You summon Beetlejuice by accident, thus smut occurs.

The Ghost with the Most from InkSplots- Intensity 3/5, Spice 0.5/5, Story 5/5; A ghost hires the leading bio exorcist to get rid of some humans, but one of them doesn’t scare easily. Logically, this means things need to escalate.

Bureaucracy, Bureaucracy, Bureaucracy from CopperContessa_13- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; A choose your own adventure style story. Features Rick and Morty. It’s quite silly, and I like it. I’m a sucker for multiple endings.

And THAT'S all 69 fanfiction recommendations from me, personally.

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[polyhexian]

I finally sat down and gave "The Great Automatic Grammatizator" a read, per your recommendation. The parallels with AI are apparent, and I did exit the story with some thoughts about the commodification of creativity, but I'm curious how it affected *your* approach to writing and art in general

It's really relevant to AI stuff, but it means something different for me.

I don't usually talk about youtube here because i don't want youtube people coming here nor do i especially want people from here going to my youtube, but its too relevant to leave out, so i'm gonna put this under a cut.

I read "The Great Automatic Grammatizator" in 2012. I'm gonna have to drop a couple fun facts today for anyone thats new; #1 being unfortunately i am a youtuber and #2 being i got human trafficked in 2012 lol. whoops. Anyway. in 2012 I was living in Beijing and I worked at this school where i had a one hour break in the middle of the day ostensibly for lunch but there really wasnt anywhere to go so, i usually just used it to hide in a closet and nap. since i never got enough sleep. and at one point i found a book that was a collection of roald dahl's adult oriented short stories, and it was the first english book id had access to in ages, and it would be like, awhile before i got a vpn and access to most of the english internet again.

So I read it and this is really the story that stuck with me and persisted. I've always been an artist, ever since I was a child. Everyone around me knew I was inevitably going to be one professionally. And when I got back from the US i worked for an on demand t shirt company as a graphic designer working on digital embroidery stuff. and then, of course, later on i'd become a youtube animator.

The difference between what I do now and what I did when I was younger is that art is my job now. Thats my income. Thats whether I eat or not. Art for money always comes before art for arts sake. I can't count the amount of times I've had something I really wanted to invest my time in- like Bruno is Orange, if you've ever seen it, which took me months- and I just can't justify it. I don't have the time for that kind of thing. If I'm making art, it has to prioritize profit. it just does. and that sucks out everything i like about art and leaves behind a shell where i no longer do. It's not just that I can't make whatever I want, its that I always have to edit what I DO want into something thats more palatable, more widely appealing, more tailored to my audience. I can't risk making something that might alienate them. I joke all the time about how my subscribers are begging me to stop posting transformers but. unironically, i DO lose subscribers every single time i post transformers. every time.

theres a difference between being a successful artist and being a successful artist commercially. you're making a product. you're making content.

what all that leads to is that golden contract. it's money for your morals. its taking the easy way out at the expense of your soul. its selling out for safety and what a relief that is, but you will never sleep at night again.

I've joked before about how I've turned down a RAID sponsorship but- i have. i did actually do that. hellofresh literally sends me a daily email about partnership its getting annoying. but i don't... i don't take sponsorships. its not the idea of sponsors i hate, its that every potential sponsor is a golden contract.

i think RAID should be illegal. I think its gambling and selling gambling to kids should be a crime. I think it needs to be under the same restrictions all gambling is. I think selling gambling addictions to children is evil and I've spoken about this at length before. Could I accept money to tell my audience to download it? You're not just playing an ad, you are putting your face on it, its your endorsement. you are telling people to do it. And youtubers joke about how its basically a meme at this point, its not like anyone actually downloads it, but- yes they do? if they didnt they wouldnt keep sponsoring people. They're making a profit. they're getting new users. Can I knowingly promote with my own words and my own mouth something I think is so heinous because im being paid for it?

that goes for basically all of them. fuck audible and amazon, fuck raycons, fuck honey, fuck dollar shave club and nord vpn and that overpriced cereal and the mattresses and all of it. You can look into all of them but theyre rife with cheap garbage sold at jacked up prices no better than dropshipping or predatory marketing practices or deceptive advertising or just straight up being no better than scams. Do you remember the esteemed titles situation recently? huge youtubers were involved with promoting this massive scam that they could have found out was scam with like twenty minutes of googling, but... no one did.

its the golden contract. take the money and bite your tongue. sell out and feel safe again, at the expense of the world around you. let someone else move your hand and place words in your mouth, be a vessel of capitalism with one hand while denouncing it with the other like the hypocrite you have to be.

i cant do it and sleep at night. i had a rough time in beijing. i learned how to be hungry there, and I learned the hard way that everyone will do things they never believed they could or would when theyre hungry. So when I say it, I know what I mean, I know what starving feels like and I know what its like to wear three jackets to bed during a blizzard and shiver all night without heat or electricity, and I know what its like to hike miles in the snow to work, and I know what its like to work on christmas and to work with a fever and to be afraid of people you work with. i know exactly what im saying when i say i'd rather starve than have a full cabinet at the expense of my integrity. ive fucked up a lot in my life and ive done a lot of things i regret, but not on purpose. i wont walk headlong into something i know is wrong on purpose. and i know that im not the only one that suffers. i have friends now. no one is going to let me go hungry this time. no one is going to let me be homeless or starve to death. which means when i cant take care of myself, someone else has to help me. im putting that on everyone around me and im not proud of it.

turning down that golden contract doesnt just impact you. it impacts everyone around you. i could make more money making outrage content on the internet but i won't. its that last line. "Give us strength, oh lord, to let our children starve" that always comes back to me. take the contract, feed your family. go to hell. turn it down and inflict suffering on yourself and those around you but refuse to make the world a worse place to live in. its the "press the button to get a million dollars, but someone somewhere dies" dilemma but on a small scale, death by a thousand cuts.

so thats what its about. thats what it means.

[quinklequonkle]

It's gonna be another one of those dream posts since I can remember it right away!

But first... A little known fact about me, I used to have horrific nightmares for the longest time and I'm talking: You can't wake up no matter how bad you want to and even having a few seconds worth of paralysis AFTER waking up sweating. But now that things are different...

I still have dreams that have horrific elements but dream me isn't scared anymore. I guess as life progressed it just got easier, I can also think and read in my dreams! At some point I got so good at being present, that I'd ask dream people their names. Sometimes they'd tell me. Other times I'd wake up too quickly for them to answer.

Now that I'm done talking about what goes on with me in said dreams, it's time for me to talk about last night's/this morning's! I had two and I'm honestly not sure which came first so I'll begin with the nice one.

This one in particular was set in what I guess you could call it a museum of all things. The guide there who did this pretty much daily had silver framed glasses and black shoulder length hair with a middle part. He looked like a professor if anything, with his long grey or white coat. I remember what his shirt looked like, a soft blue with white buttons. He was a very handsome man but I didn't come there for him (or maybe I did since idek how I got there) but he showed me and some other people a few parts of the building, all of the other guests either got lost cause they couldn't keep up or left because it bore them but... I couldn't help by be captivated by this place of all things. The guide spoke with such intrigue in the things he already knew about that it made me want to get to know everything in the place. In one room you had brass statues, in another it was an entire life-size replica of a store. As I kept following him, we eventually got to the end where we just talked for awhile. I shared my art with him (which was of Ren Hana, lil guy won't stay out of my head) and some it was nsfw for some odd reason but the guide didn't seem to mind. He talked about his job how cool it could be to invent things. I'm not quite sure when exactly we stopped talking but afterwards he had left to do the rest of his job and I spent the rest of that dream walking out of there with the guide on my mind. 🩷

Now it's time for the terrible one. Some way, somehow I got invited to this person/thing's house. They were looming and they looked to be in claymation style, I think I low-key hid or turned a bit away because then I could only see their arms, stomach, and legs. I tried to speak up but they were apparently doing something stupid cause I heard a scrape and their eyeballs was now on the floor. I didn't want to witness it but they came charging towards me anyway with a knife, I screamed before it could even hit me (I know what being stabbed in my dreams feel like, it hurts. It hurts really bad.) But a blade never hit my back, instead they picked me up. Looking at me with a garish smile as their lips wobbled when they breathed. They threatened me a little bit before I (as calmly as I could) took the knife away from them. As soon as I had it they now wanted me to do something for them, they wanted me to kill their claymation family. I just couldn't believe it, I was in utter disbelief as they called down their wife and went to the other side of a staircase. Extreme guilt came over me at the thought, so I couldn't stay. I had to leave but for whatever reason I couldn't see that well, so I ran across the street with fog in my eyes before making it to my family's home... All too late I realized I left my phone a psycho's and I needed to get it back. I asked my mom where she put the guns (we apparently keep now) and she kept avoiding giving it to me, saying she couldn't help with what I could need it for. After what feel like forever of back and forth I just decided to go back empty-handed expecting not to return, but before I could reach the house my dream ended

#weird dreams #dreams #the last one #why?

[quahogchowda-blog]

This was an experiment... "I didn't measure a single thing..." sourdough bread... 🤣 Even though I can't attach all of the images from the 4 days I wanted to save these posts from Facebook... because it was definitely a learning experience... And was very popular with my readers. Everyone seemed to enjoy it allot.

DAY 1...

So today when I got home from work... I realized I better feed my starters because it's been awhile and one of them had a really thick layer of hooch on top... After feeding the two of them (The only reason I have these two +1 more is because they're actually two different kinds)... Anyway... I had so much extra... but have ABSOLUTELY noooooo desire to actually bake anything with it today... Too tired from work... and I didn't want to throw it away... So what I did was... Literally started another experiment that I can bake in a couple days... I'm calling it my "I didn't measure a single thing loaf" 🤣🤣🤣 I didn't measure the starter... I didn't measure the water... and I have no clue how much flour I added I just kept adding flour till I thought it was good... I'll add a little more water and some salt in about an hour... But then throw it in the fridge... There's an enormous amount of starter in here so we shall see... Maybe it'll create a monster. And I'm quite certain this is the ONLY group I can post this in without getting completely razzed. I'll check back in a couple days with the results. 😛

DAY 1... Post 2...

Okay.... since I'm one of the most impatient persons in the world I know that I would be going crazy waiting for results... And since I wasn't quite ready for bed yet... I decided to do my stretch and folds tonight... which actually it turns out needed to be coil folds due to the hydration level. This has got to be the most hydrated dough I've ever made... But as you all know... we're never going to know exactly what the hydration level is... 😜😝🤪 I'm posting these current results... I'm actually quite pleased so far.... But now it's waaaay past my bedtime at 6:30 p.m. 🤣 So the rest is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping it can go about 2 days before I have to cook it. Because I know I'm going to be just as tired tomorrow when I get home from work. But we shall see how it looks tomorrow. #IDidntMeasureAnythingLoaf

Day 2...

UPDATE on the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf dough... 🤣 Day 2... The plan is to leave it in the fridge until tomorrow when I get home from work at about 3 P.M. Then I'm going to take it out... let it warm up a little bit... form it and put it in the banneton... Leave overnight on the table to rise and then bake it first thing Friday morning. I think it's looking pretty good though... 😍 It definitely did a little something something in the fridge overnight and all day. 😊👍

DAY 3.... Post 1...

UPDATE... Day 3... On the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... 😂 Getting closer to "D" day... I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to wait till the morning to bake it though. I hope so cuz I really don't want to stay up late or get up in the middle of the night. Not feeling the greatest today... But I don't think it's gonna make it much longer without running out of steam...

So today... When I got home from work I took it out of the refrigerator where it's been since day one... Left it on the counter for an hour and a half and I could already see... even though it was so cold from being in the fridge... it was rising some more... Gently plopped it out on the counter... sprinkled a tiny bit of flour just to make it easier to form... I'm not one of those bakers who likes to manhandle my dough so I try not to push too much of the gasses out... GENTLY formed it up... I folded two sides... One at a time to the middle... Well a little more than the middle... Then I folded the other two sides to the middle... And twisted it around a little bit to get the tension going. Talk about bubbles... there was a lot of fat bubbles poking out the sides... 😍 Maybe too many bubbles... Not sure... I popped them... 🤣🤪🤣Maybe in this case I should have been a little more aggressive with the forming... But I really didn't want to change anything more that I normally do except for the I didn't measure anything part. Now it's just waiting in the cool dark oven... out of the way... to rise enough to be baked... I was hoping to wait till the morning but I really don't want to put it back in the refrigerator.

I can honestly say this is been pretty kool so far. 😊🧊🥶❄️😃

DAY 3... Post 2...

It's finally baked...

Woohoo... UPDATE... 🍿🍿🍿 On the "I didn't measure a single thing loaf..." Lucky day for y'all waiting in the wings... Bread is finished baking... 😍 I definitely could not have waited till the morning... It would have most definitely been over proofed...

Almost final reveal... 😍 I'm going to have to call this a success though. Even though we won't see crumb shots till tomorrow... That will be the FINAL FINAL look at the actual success... This loaf was baked starting in a COLD cast iron Dutch Oven with the lid on... starting with a COLD oven and a temperature set at 455° for the first 55 minutes... Then I take the lid off and bake for another 10 minutes still at 455°. Final temperature of the bread 208.6°...

What do you all think of that???

I'm actually really very excited that this came out soooo well.

Once I plopped it into the Dutch oven and scored the top I started having doubts because it looked like the top was sinking in a little bit in spots and it was possibly overproofed... But looking at this now... even if the texture inside isn't all 100% sourdough perfection perfect with numerous holes and all that... I don't care. 🤣 Because it looks and smells amazing.

I would say this is absolute 100% proof that making sourdough bread... Does not at all have to be so scientific and exact... One should not stress out... One should have fun and break as many rules as possible... I do. 🤣🤣🤣

Day 4... FINAL CRUMB shots...

Crumb shot... "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... I didn't measure the starter, I didn't measure the flour, I didn't measure the water, and I didn't even really measure the amount of salt I guesstimated by pouring it in my hand... And I literally fed the starter immediately before making the dough... That was after 2 weeks in the fridge without feeding... I let the loaf sit out overnight before cutting... I'm not 100% positive... but pretty sure this is the best crumb I've achieved so far... In all my years of making sourdough. I'm definitely quite pleased with this experiment and how it came out... Thank you all for the support it was fun. 😊😍👍

Also again...

Here's the links to the original few posts for those that want the whole story... 😍👍

Day 1 Post 1... https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644412197756594/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 1 Post 2... https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644463387751475/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 2...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644966004367880/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... Post 1...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645507320980415/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... post 2...

https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645569687640845/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 4... Crumb shots here... 😍 https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645819577615856/?mibextid=Nif5oz

NOTE: The first image is after 3.5 hours final rise after shaping... Sitting on the countertop... The second and third images is after the first 55 minutes of baking with the lid on... The remaining pictures are after it was completely finished baking...

Note for Tumblr... The images in this post are not exactly as they were in the Facebook posts... Since I'm only able to put 10 images here.

#sourdough #sourdoughbread #experiments

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✿ bontens little doc. chapter 1 ✿

✿ please proceed with caution and read the content warnings down below. i hope you enjoy the first chapter to this fic! it has already been posted onto Ao3 so you can enjoy it there as well! ✿

✿ cw//tw: drugging, mention of alcohol and drinking, kidnapping ✿

✿ word count : a little over 1.8k ✿

✿ no beta i die dyslexic ✿

It was late Friday night when you had finished getting ready for your night out. Being a medical resident at one of the major hospitals in the area was extremely taxing and you just wanted a little break. So, after weeks of your friends begging, you finally gave into their demands of going out to a nightclub in the developing party district. Sighing lightly you finished putting on your makeup; giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror. It had been awhile since you got all dressed up to go out. You finally got up, adjusting your short red dress and grabbing a small matching bag to take out with you. As you walked into your living room and grabbed yourself a black leather jacket your phone pingged with a message from your best friend, F/N, saying that she and the others were outside. You smiled reading over the message before putting on your jacket and walking outside and getting into your friend's car. Everyone greeted you as you shut the door, giving you compliments which you all exchanged back and forth on the way to the club. Once your friend pulled into the clubs parking lot you couldn't help but notice how packed it was, and with your friends already practically skipping with joy to the front you knew it was going to be a long night. “I'm really glad you decided to come out with us y'know” F/N said as she wrapped her arm around you in a small side hug.“I'm glad I’m coming too. You of all people know I've missed you all! I'm sorry for not always being able to come out” You responded returning her hug “I know you're super busy but trust me i'm gonna make sure you get to relax tonight” She hummed, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you flashed the bouncer your ID and walked into the club.

You stopped looking around. It was absolutely gorgeous, neon lights decorating the ceiling along with colorful chandeliers and a big bar in the center. You don't fail to notice the several stages along the edge of the room, which were decorated with the same neon lights along the bottom. You were pulled out of your thoughts as F/N grabbed your hands dragging you over to the bar and ordering a round of shots for the both of you. Drinking them quickly you went over and joined your other friends on the big dance floor in the middle. An hour or two later, and many many shots down the hatch you went and got another drink from the bar, before making your way over to one of the seats bordering the main stage where a scantily clad woman was dancing. Shortly after you sat down your friends came and joined you, all of you giving bills to the woman. One of your friends got up and came back with another round of shots. Without hesitation you took them even taking the ones your other friends didn't want. Standing up you danced along to the song that had come on, making hands and faces at the stripper as she laughed with you, gesturing you to come and join her. At this your friends had started hooting in encouragement, pushing you up the stairs and into the arms of the stripper. You laughed, turning yourself around and dancing on the stripper. You laughed as your friends continued their antics reaching up and shoving dollar bills into your bra as you went down to give them a small show, the alcohol and stripper behind you only encouraging you. As the song finished you stood back up onto your feet, pulling out all the bills that you had and picking up the ones from early you handed it to the stripper; thanking her for letting you join before walking off stage.

While walking off stage you were met with a pink haired man smiling at you. You smiled back at him as he handed you a drink, which you politely took, not actually planning on drinking it but it was a nice gesture nevertheless. The man's eyes light up as he introduces himself to you “My name is Haruchiyo Sanzu, I kinda own this place” he semi-yells talking over the loud music, “Kinda” you respond, eyebrows raising in question. The man, now identified as Sanzu laughs, “yeah but that's not why I’m here” he shakes his head, shrugging off the question. You cocked your head, giving him another questioning look. “I've never seen a guest dance like that. I was wondering if you needed a part-timer?” Your eyes widened a little bit before you started to shake your head rapidly, getting a bit of whiplash as you put one of your hands out to shake as well, “no no no, I don't need to be a dancer. Not that there's anything wrong with it! Of course!” you sputtered out quickly, heat rising up from your neck and to your face. Hoping you didn't offend the man or anyone else who may have been listening to your conversation “ You see I'm a doctor, so i'm just here to relax and have a bit of fun before being on-call all week!” You exclaimed letting out a little huff at the thought of your next work week. It was the man's turn to question you now, “Oh really?” He asked in a sort of mocking tone, making you cringe as the fear that he may have gotten offended anyway creeped into the back of your mind, “Well doctor, what's your name?” It was at this point that you had realized that you hadn't given your name to him, “Oh its Y/N L/N '' you saw the man's eyes light up a bit, almost as if he knew who you were. “Ohh! Is your father F/N L/N?” He asked casually. Your forehead crinkled; what did your father have anything to do with this? But nevertheless you ignored the feeling pooling in your gut and responded only by nodding your head yes. You guessed that many people had known your father, especially in this district as he had recently found some success in starting his own contracting business.

Wrapped up in your thoughts you had finally taken a sip of the drink you were holding in your hand. Completely forgetting it was the pink haired man who had handed it to you and not one of your friends when you climbed down from the stage. You failed to notice the pink haired man's slight smirk. ‘I know you said you don't need a job, but you seem really interesting. Why don't you come up to VIP with me? I want to get to know you better” He said, grabbing you by the hand. You felt your face getting hot once again, and the feeling that pooled in your stomach got worse, as your head became hazy. However, you pushed it off boiling it down to the copious amount of alcohol that you had already consumed that night. You nodded again giving him a bright smile, “Fine, but only if you get me some water, my head kinda hurts” The man nodded silently. Before he could completely lead you up to the VIP room you pulled back, causing the pink haired man to look at you raising an eyebrow in question. “Sorry, I should really let my friends know where I'm going, I don't want them to worry!” You explained. The man glanced at his watch, looking at the VIP room door before looking back to you again, “You have your phone right? Why don't you just text them when you get upstairs? I doubt all of this music is helping your headache..” he advised trailing off at the end as a seemingly genuine look of concern crossed his face. You stopped for a second, taking a moment to think it over. Now that he’d mentioned it your headache had gotten a little worse. Without another thought you agreed letting the man grab your hand, once again, leading you towards the VIP room.

Sanzu opened the door to the VIP room for you, ushering you in and following behind you. You had tried to look around the room but it was dark, there wasn't a single light on in the place. However, after a few seconds of your eyes adjusting you heard the click of the doors lock. Hesitantly you turned around, trying to face the pink haired man “Sanzu?” you questioned, hoping that your voice didn't betray you and show the fear that you were so desperately trying to hide, “Did you lock the door? Why is it so dark in here?” you questioned again, reaching your hands out in search of Sanzu. Eventually you felt your hands hit the wall and began to search for a light switch. Unsuccessful in your search you sighed, bringing your back to the wall and cowering in on yourself. While sliding down the wall you heard a groan as the lights finally came up, “You have so many questions and for what?” said an unfamiliar voice. You blinked quickly trying to help your eyes adjust to the shock of light, gasping and standing up when you noticed seven unfamiliar men looking at you with dead off gazes. Your eyes scanned the room finally landing on the familiar pink haired man you had just met smirking at you from the other side room next to the light switch.

Not wasting any time you swiftly turned around, running to the door and trying to open it. A hand gripped harshly at your wrist, you looked up to see it was Sanzu. He shook his head, “There's really no use pretty girl” he cooed at you, a mocking pout gracing his lips. Looking at his watch he took in a deep breath, “Let see if i'm right you should go under in 5…” You once again furrowed your brow, finally noticing the sudden sleepiness that was overcoming you. “4…” The pink haired man continued. You opened your mouth to try and speak or even scream for help but nothing came out. “3….2…” Your hand slowly slipped off the door, your vision getting blurry, you shook your head, the pounding headache in your head from earlier getting worse. You had to laugh at yourself as the darkness finally washed over you and your eyes rolled back into your head. What kind of doctor doesn't know the signs of getting drugged? But there was one thought that loomed eerily over the others: what did they want with you? and who were they?. “..1.” Sanzu finished as he noticed you finally blacking out, looking over towards the other guys as he picked you up off the floor he nodded. Mikey stood up, “well, we have what we came here for, back to headquarters. The nights just began” he ordered, leaving out the back door of the private room with everyone following after him

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restart | four

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summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy, lots of insecurities and overthinking, angst, crying, bar scene, alcohol consumption, flashback scene in the middle of the chapter, a lil sprinkle of fluff, implied sexual content, bickering/arguments

note: honestly, this was ALSO not supposed to get this long but like… 🙃 here we are lol

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"Okay, I think that's it." You said, hands on your hips as you and Jungkook walked through your door for the final time.

"What are you selling, the world?" He huffs and puffs.

"For someone who works out often, you complain a lot." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Where's Tae?"

"Sleeping still." He nods.

"Oh, okay. Ready to go then?" You nodded silently as you grabbed your bag to hitch a ride to the café with Jungkook since he was working today. He starts to talk about the girl who works with you two and how he thinks she's a little cutiepie. He has such a silly crush on her that his cheeks are lightly rose tinted every time he talks about certain encounters they've had. You're happy to see him happy, and you tell him to keep pursuing it since she's a super sweet girl. However, part of you is sad solely because you couldn't say you were 100% happy at this moment. You wish you were, but these problems were hindering you from feeling complete. You just wanted to get past this page in the book.

As soon as you both get to the cafe, you start unloading his trunk and getting everything inside. Jungkook claims he has the last two bags covered, so you walk to the back and take breather just to gather yourself before setting up. But you truly didn't expect to lose it right then and there.

"Okay! I got all the— Y/N?" Jungkook instantly worries when he sees you crying into your hands in the backroom and hurries over to you. "Hey, woah. What's going on?" He gets in front of you, gently trying to pry your hands off of your face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You continue to cry as he successfully removes your hands from your face.

"Sorry for what? What's going on?" He wipes your tears with his sweater and lifts your chin to look at you in the eye.

"Nothing."

"The day barely started and you're already crying in the backroom." He says softly. "Don't try and lie to me."

"I just don't know what's going on between me and Tae and it's stressing me out."

"What's going on? Same stuff?" You nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You tell him about how he had been super weird about taking Jimin's help and how you both got into a huge argument about it. Then, you told him how last night ended [sparing your poor bestfriend the details] and how you couldn't help but feel used because he simply dismissed you, which is very unlike Taehyung when it comes to arguments and disagreements. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know he's going through a rough time, but Tae also needs to respect you and look at you as his partner, not someone who's also attacking him or against him. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No." Simply, no. Because you never get your friends involved like that. You just don't, no matter how much they wanna help. "He looks at me like I am, especially after this whole Jimin thing. I don't wanna say it's stupid because I don't wanna discredit his feelings, but god. Like, should I just do this on my own? Tell Jimin to forget it?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're already getting a good start on your goals, Y/N. Don't let that go because of everything going on. Give him some time and space."

"I have been. For awhile now." You sat, feeling completely defeated already, tears still coming down your cheeks.

"Here, I'll go set up and I can take over the table for a bit. I'll ask Isabella if she can cover for a quick second." He stands in front of you, hands out to help support you as if you had lost your footing.

"No, I'll be fine—"

"Y/N, just sit. Okay?" He gives off a small sigh. "Just sit for a second and let yourself take a breather." He gently sits you down and makes sure you don't get up by slowly backing away from you.

"Kook, this isn't Marco Polo."

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't run off because you're stubborn!"

"Hey!" Isabella comes running in, a little confused as to what's happening.

"Hey, can you cover me at the front for a bit?" Jungkook stands back upright in a normal position to ask her sweetly, hands tucked behind his back as he bounced on his feet. This boy.

"Yeah, of course Jungkook." She blushes.

"Thanks. I'll be right back." He gives you a quick look before dashing off. You lay your head onto your arms as they rest on the table, a small headache forming at the center of your forehead.

"You okay, Y/N?" Isabella asks softly as she puts her things away.

"Yeah, sorry. Just a really weird day yesterday."

"I'm sorry." You feel her hand caress your back. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" She says before shuffling herself out of the room. To be honest, you had no idea what was going on with you, and why you were feeling this way. You were just so sick and tired. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

This was slowly taking a toll on you, and you weren't even sure if Taehyung realized what he was doing was hurting you in the process.

He can't say he does.

Tae set the weights down back onto the rack aggressively before sitting on the bench, watching Jimin finish his set. They had been working out after lunch, Jimin calling him shortly after Taehyung had fully woken up.

"Are you gonna go to the café after this?" Tae shrugged.

"I don't know, Y/N said she didn't need help and wouldn't be there all day."

"You won't even visit for a bit?" Jimin asks. Usually Tae was rushing to get back to you, but he knew everything that had been going on had been affecting your relationship to an extent.

"We'll see."

"You two coming to the bars tonight then?"

"What are we celebrating again?"

"Nothing. Just getting together like old times. I told Kook, Hobi and Yoongi. They're down." Tae nodded.

"Joon, too?"

"Joon, too."

"Me and Y/N will probably go but I don't think we'll stay long. She has to do that thing at the school—" He scratched his head. "The thing— the exhibit and talking to incoming art students or whatever." Jimin chuckled at how Tae couldn't get his words out.

"It's not whatever."

"You know that's not what I mean." Tae rolled his eyes at him, annoyed all over again at how Jimin had been kissing your ass lately. Cause fuck, the way Jimin had been painting himself as a knight in shining armor, an angel even, was pissing him the fuck off. It made him feel like he wasn't doing enough to support you, or like you couldn't turn to him for help. He hated that feeling, even though he had been rude as hell and showing it in a different way.

"That's fine. Just come out and hang out for a bit." Jimin sighed as he sat on the bench next to him, drinking some water before placing the bottle back down on the ground. "You two doing okay?"

"Yeah, what makes you think we aren't?" Tae asks, getting defensive. Jimin quickly eyes him, reading his body language. He knew Taehyung so well - so fucking well that he knew almost immediately when things were taking a toll on him. Things liiiike.. his parents. As a prime example. Jimin knew Taehyung and his parents obviously didn't have the best relationship, and he knew he took things to heart whenever his father got on him about stupid shit [just like he did over that dinner]. Taehyung wasn't one to show emotion much; he liked showing people he was mentally tough and that he could handle whatever came his way. For the most part, it was true. But, Jimin and Namjoon also knew he wasn't always like that, especially when it came to things that mattered the most to him - his family and you. Taehyung hated to admit it but his family's opinion of him was important no matter what. He was hard on himself because he wanted them to be proud. He wanted to actually feel like he had been doing something good for once. He was still longing for that feeling no matter what he said or did. It was a never-ending battle; like a plot with no happy ending in sight.

"I'm just asking." Jimin threw up his hands, showing that he wasn't suggesting anything behind the harmless question.

"We're fine. I know she's been stressed lately because of work and her art."

"Mmm."

"It's funny." Taehyung chuckles at himself.

"What's funny?" Jimin laughed a bit, confused.

"I didn't expect to be caught up in her like this. After Hana, messing around with all these girls. She's my fucking fiancé."

"Yeah and you better not fuck that up." Jimin stands to gather his things.

"You sound like my dad." Tae jokes, even though he was pretty offended.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." Jimin instantly apologizes, knowing everyone had been walking on eggshells around Taehyung lately. "She's a good girl, you've got it good."

Taehyung softly smiles at the thought of you, but he wasn't gonna lie, he was hurt by Jimin's statement. Call him sensitive or whatever, but he wasn't feeling the fact that people were constantly looking at him as a fuck up and hinting at it. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme lately. "You ready?" Tae sighs before grabbing his stuff. They get into his car, departing from the gym to make their way to Jimin's so he can get dropped off before Tae heads home. Taehyung replays yesterday's events in his head, which instantly irks him all over again. But, he has such a soft spot for you that he feels terrible for having been too harsh about it. He was still upset, and he wasn't gonna let up on his feelings. But he knew he should have been better about how he approached it. He knew better than that. He's learned to do better.

➤ FLASHBACK

Taehyung excitedly parks his car at the café to surprise you for your pop up today. He had been working endlessly to finish off finals strongly, and he had been so busy that he hadn't really gotten a chance to help you or support you. He felt terrible about it because you were his babygirl and he wanted nothing but to spoil you for all the hardwork you've been putting in.

He creeps up behind you, bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. "Excuse me, miss." He says lowly near your ear.

"Holy fuck!" You say as he startles you. "Babe, what the hell! Don't do that!" He laughs.

"What's cookin', goodlookin'?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making you chuckle. "These are for you." He smiles toothlessly as he hands you the pretty bouquet. "And your favorite!" He hands you a Mcflurry cup.

You squeal. "Oreo Mcflurry! Aw, thank you baby." You place a quick kiss on his lips. "But don't ever scare me like that!" You playfully hit his chest, causing him to erupt in laughter.

"You should've seen your face."

"Ha-ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes, causing him to pinch your cheeks.

"How's it going?"

"Welp, I'm almost out for the day." You giggle. "I, uh, may have underestimated." You look down at his hoodie, realizing it was one of the hoodies you had made for a previous collection you sold at Jin's. "Waaaow, cute sweater, who made it?"

"Mm, I don't know if you know her. Her name's Y/N."

"Uh huh?" You nod, hand on your hip, waiting to hear more.

"She stands about this tall." He lowers himself close to the ground, causing you to laugh. "Cute, right? She's beautiful, incredibly smart and sexy. Brilliant visual designer and illustrator. Packed with hella attitude." He pretends to ponder on his thoughts. "I could go on about her, really. She's one of a kind."

"Cute. She must feel lucky." You smile.

"I know, I'd feel lucky if I knew me too." You roll your eyes and playfully hit him. "Ah, I'm kidding." He pulls you into a hug. "I keep this sweater in my trunk."

"Oh, so you keep it in your trunk just for emergency wear?" You sarcastically ask as he holds you from behind.

"Yeah, and cause it's the only sweater I'd choose to wear out of the hundreds I own." You smile up at him. "Mhm, not gonna try and win that one." He places a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek before pulling away. "Show me. How can I help my pretty baby today?"

➤ END FLASHBACK

"Hey, I can't stay out late tonight because of the event tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung says softly.

"Please don't drink too much."

"I wooooooon't." He whines with a small sigh, also slightly offended at that statement. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the fact that his own father painted him in such a negative light that everything seemed off to him lately. Like people were just out to get him or constantly looking down at him and his actions. A personal attack at who he was. It was slowly piling up for him and he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.

You prepared a quick dinner while he hopped in the shower. You set his plate aside before taking a look at the mail that had come in today.

Bills, bills and more bills.

You sighed to yourself as it felt like you had just paid things off, but clearly not. Moving into Taehyung's wasn't the greatest idea, being that his space was much more expensive than yours. But, he did have the space you needed for your work. There was money left, but you knew it wouldn't last forever. You hated tapping into your savings and whipping out your credit cards because you wanted to keep yourself clean as much as possible. However, that was proven difficult as of late. It was a sacrifice, especially since Taehyung had cut off his mother's help. Taehyung's pride was such a curse sometimes.

You shook your head, already finalizing the fact that you would deal with it later. You had began to set your things aside for the new student event tomorrow morning. You figured you'd get there early to set up and make your table at neat and cute, so you didnt have to worry much about it right now.

Taehyung comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair slicked back and wet. You turn to face him, your eyes wandering down to his chest and bottom area. God, why was he so beautiful? It wasn't fair. You loved him so much that you could crumble even being upset. He talks a whole lot about you being the death of him, when really, this man is going to be the death of you. Truly. There's no debate about it.

Getting to the bar, you both immediately spot your friends in the corner, a huge tower of beer decorating the center of the table. Jimin is the first to stand, coming towards you two with a huge smile on his face.

"Friends!" Jimin yells. "Drink!" He says, holding up two shot glasses.

"Fuck, man." Taehyung says taking the glass. "We just got here."

"So! Y/N needs to be home early remember?" He watches wide-eyed as you two take the shot and make sour faces at each other.

"Okay, I'm good." You say, being that you were the DD tonight. Taehyung could enjoy himself if he wanted to [to an extent], but you definitely needed to be in tip top shape to be a good role model to those incoming art students tomorrow.

Throughout the night, the bar starts to get packed from end to end, you and your friends staying at the table and keeping to yourselves. You could tell Taehyung was crossing the line of pretty fucking drunk, which somewhat bothered you. You literally just told him to take it easy tonight - just for one night - so you could do what you need to do tomorrow.

"Hey." Jimin comes next to you, swinging his arm over your shoulder like he always does. "One more shot?" You give him a toothless smile. Ugh, why the hell not? Your man was drunk, and Jimin had only been helpful lately. You could at least return the favor by taking a shot with him.

"What are we drinking to?"

"You." He smiles. "Your shop. Your art. It'll only go up from here, yeah?" He rose his shot glass up before clinking it against yours and taking it to the neck.

"Mkay, that does it for me." You chuckle. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You looked at your watch. "Should probably get out of here soon, but Tae looks like he's enjoying himself. I don't wanna drag him out of here."

"We can just bring him home." You shake your head worriedly.

"I don't wanna leave without him." Jimin chuckles and looks over at Taehyung.

"He'll be okay and you'll be just fine tomorrow. Besides, you can make up all the bullshit in the world to tell the incoming students, they'll believe it either way."

"That's mean." You chuckle.

"Come. Let's dance!" Jimin says, leading the way to the empty space near the table. Everyone gets up to dance, Taehyung slipping himself behind you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Can I at least get one minute with my lady without Jimin interrupting?" He says in your ear.

"Taehyung." You flatly say, looking back at him.

"That's your mad face." He holds you tightly from behind as he sways you from side to side.

"I'm not mad."

"Mhm." He kisses the back of your head. "Why don't you have fun with me for a little? We'll go home after this." You couldn't even stay mad at him, with that fucking frustratingly handsome face of his. He was definitely drunk though, you could smell the whiskey lingering on his breath as he danced with you for a bit. You let him be, just so you wouldn't trigger anything within drunk Taehyung. Everyone around you was having a good time, the feeling of nostalgia hitting you pretty hard. You missed the days where you could get together and go to parties after a long week of school. Or, when you would tease the fuck out of Taehyung as his fuckbuddy during parties, or at the clubs. You know, before graduation and responsibilities happened.

But as one hour turned into two, and two turned into three, you found yourself getting restless. It was nearing 2AM and you had to be at the school by 8am - even earlier just to set your table up. You made your way to the bathroom, hoping Tae would get the point and start getting himself ready to leave.

Right.

Once you were out the bathroom, he'd realize you had been gone for a little and start saying his goodbye's. He'd realize time got to the best of him. Right?

"It's a fucking good time tonight!" Jimin tells Namjoon, laughing with him as he watches Joon act a fool with his dance moves.

"I'm sure it is, since you've been in Y/N's space the entire night." Taehyung says it jokingly, but he doesn't realize it only comes off that way in his head. Jimin furrows his brows at him, his high quickly dying with Taehyung's unnecessary comment.

"Don't start with all that. Not tonight. Everyone's having a good time--"

"Or what, Jimin?" Taehyung chuckles like the petty ass he can be. "You know it's true. Don't you think it's a little disrespectful to be crossing boundaries?"

"Hey, let's step back for a bit." Jungkook lightly tugs on Taehyung's arm as he hears the conversation going south quickly. But Taehyung breaks from his grip, stepping forward towards Jimin.

"You really think I would do that to you?"

"Haven't you already? Swinging your arms around her and shit, being all angelic--"

"Tae, come on. That's enough. Don't." Namjoon steps in the middle. "Let's go outside to get some air."

"You really wanna make me look that bad in front of my own girl?" Jimin lightly pushes him away, Taehyung getting too into his space.

"Enough." Namjoon shakes his head, aggressively stepping in the way to create distance. Taehyung shakes his head and walks off, the rest of the group watching as he walks. You finish off in the bathroom, assuming Tae was already getting ready to go. However, you realize your assumption of leaving by the time you're back is absolutely incorrect because when you get to the table, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Tae?" Kook looks at you frazzled, before his eyes begin to pan the room again.

"Look, don't freak out, but him and Jimin just got into it and he walked off."

"What the hell do you mean they got into it and he walked off?"

"It's nothing, Tae is just drunk—" Kook squeezes your wrist and shakes his head.

"No, it's not just nothing because you and I both know how he's been feeling lately." You run your hand through your hair. "What did he say?"

"He just got into it about Jimin getting close to you lately, and how he felt like he was disrespecting boundaries." You sigh heavily.

"Fuck."

"We have an issue." Namjoon comes back from out of the blue. "He's not around."

"What do you mean?! Where did he go?" You run your hand through your hair.

"Okay, let's not panic." Jungkook tries to relax you. "Let me go check the bathrooms." Namjoon nods as he continues to look around the room.

"Please? We should get home." He nods to you before he's off to check for Tae in the bathroom. You stand near the table awkwardly, worry filling you quickly the more time passes.

"Hey, you okay? What can I do?" Hobi squeezes your arm, his face flushed with a red tint from how tipsy he is. You give him a small, reassuring smile and nod to try and keep calm.

"I honestly don't know anymore, but I'll be good. I think. We're just gonna look for him and head home."

"Is Kookie looking in the bathroom?" You nod. At this point, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook coming back alone.

"Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find him in there. I swear I tried."

"So, where the hell is he?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Lets check around again. I won't leave until we find him."

"Have you tried to call him?" You had already beaten Yoongi's question, calling Taehyung's phone only to see his phone vibrating and ringing on the fucking table. "Hm, okay. Maybe not."

"Fuck." You snatch Taehyung's phone from the table. "Is he serious right now? It's about to be 2:30AM. How the fuck can he get lost at this time?"

"Y/N just go home, we'll find him and bring him home." Jimin says, coming back from roaming around the place.

"No, I'm not leaving here without him."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He says, looking at you in the eye. Although he was pretty fucking pissed, he couldn't help but worry about him either. No matter what, that was still his bestfriend. He didn't want anything to happen to him.

"It's not your fault."

"We need to check around the neighborhood." Jungkook suddenly comes back and grabs your arm. You follow him, Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon and Jimin outside of the bar, the cold hitting your skin harshly.

"Let's split." Namjoon says. Jimin and Hobi split, Namjoon and Yoongi sticking together to go down a different path. You kept yourself close to Jungkook, knowing there were all sorts of drunk ass men out at this hour and you weren't helping wearing a tiny ass skirt and a deep cut shirt.

"Cutiepie, let me come holla!" A dude yells as he tries to swing his arm around your waist. Jungkook easily pushes him off, glaring at him.

"Back the fuck up." He spits out, your bestfriend coming to your rescue amongst the sea of men you're encountering on the sidewalk right now. He throws his jacket over your shoulders, hoping to shield you from them and the cold. "Your outfit." Jungkook frowns, a little worried.

"I mean, I didn't expect to lose Tae tonight." Once you had gotten to a quieter part of the street, you come from behind to walk beside him. "Where the hell could he have gone?" You whine. You're more worried for his safety and wellbeing right now more than anything and all you wanted to do was find him and bring him home, even though you were slightly worrying about yourself and how things would go tomorrow. You could give him an earful later. It could wait.

"He couldn't have gone far." You both continue down the street, heading towards your car, hoping he may be around the area. Jimin calls to check in, saying him and Hobi hadn't caught sight of him yet, and the same thing goes for Yoongi and Joon. You almost want to cry when you don't see Taehyung near your car, but Jungkook ends up walking further down towards the park near your parking spot. "Y/N! Here!" He calls out, running towards an individual slumped over on their knees on a bench. "Taehyungie?" Jungkook sits next to him and shakes him a bit.

"Shit dude, I just kept walking then I suddenly had no idea where I was at." He drunkily says as you sit next to him and sigh heavily.

"No one said you had to do that, Tae."

"I just needed some air."

"Yeah and look where that got you, it's close to 3AM." You respond, irritated.

"Y/N." Jungkook says softly, shaking his head at you as if he were signaling for you to quit with your attitude. "Let's go back to the car." Jungkook watches him stand up and wobble a bit, but eases up when he realizes Taehyung is capable of walking himself to the car. You three get back safely, letting the others know that you had found him before driving Jungkook back towards the club so he can meet with everyone else. You quickly thank him for his support before driving off to head home.

The car is incredibly cold, and silent.

"Love, I'm sorry. I just needed air and got lost." He breaks the silence.

"I see that." You say softly as you drive home, keeping your eyes glued to the road in front of you.

3:23AM.

"Please don't be mad." He gives your thigh gentle squeeze. "I just got a little into my head tonight." You sighed, gently removing his hand from your thigh.

"Taehyung, I'm your fiancé, I'm doing this with you and only you. Do you even understand how worried I was? You just walked off, without your phone. Without saying anything to me. Just cause you got in your head for no reason."

"I'm sorry." He repeats at a whisper. You don't say anything else for the rest of the drive home. You silently park the car and head to the apartment, Taehyung sluggishly following behind you. He knows you're bothered, knowing it's closing to 3:30AM and you had an early morning. Honestly, he didn't realize how drunk he was until he had gotten himself into that argument with Jimin then got lost, especially without his phone. The fact that he had made you worry and stress like that made him feel terrible, especially after these past few days. You could have easily left, but you didn't leave without him even if it was this late. He instantly just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how sorry he was.

You quietly get ready for bed and line your things up by the door, just so it would be an easy quick and grab as you head out in the morning. You slip yourself into the sheets, Taehyung following shortly after he gets himself ready for bed. He shuts off all the lights and grabs himself a water bottle to sit by his nightstand before slipping in next to you.

"I love you." He whispers against your ear, wrapping his arms around you. But you don't respond. He peeks over to see your eyes shut, silently sighing to himself as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck. He knows you aren't fast asleep yet, and it hurts him that you hadn't said it back. You both just knew exactly how to love each other well, but also push each other's buttons. But, maybe, it was true - he was just fucking up left and right lately. Enough for you to go to bed without saying 'I love you' back.

'cause baby if i find a way, i'm sure of it, this love won't stray; just give me a chance to say i love you, and i need you. now are you here to stay, or fade away like every other day? you're the reason that i lie awake

track two: 3AM - finding hope

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Pink Chains (cont.)

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

Punk! Kyotani x Bubbly F! reader. Aka my favorite cliche trope. It lives in my head every second of the day.

Brief Violence

The rest of the first half and all ive got so far ! / first half at the bottom !!

Your home was a cheap studio apartment not far from the college; a small studio with a cute bed by the window , a table with a bunch of markers with a big sketchbook sitting in the middle . You had the basic needs and a little couch in the corner but no tv , but there was a little pink cat bed next to the couch.

Kyo stuffed his hands in his pockets looking around the studio , it was weird being in a small studio for him since he has a home . Everything seemed shoved into one or two spots. He sat down on the couch and you were looking a little embarrassed, fussing with your dress .

“I know its not much but ! Its my little space heh, Mocha is probably in her little house sleeping. She will wake up soon though now that im home !!!” You picked up some clothes out of a basket. “Ill be right back , make yourself at home!”

“Okay sweetie.” He leaned forward dipping his head down to look in the cat hut . He could see a tiny kitten sleeping in it and smirked leaning back into the couch getting comfortable, well as much as he could in tight jeans. Kyo peeled his jacket off and pulled his phone out to check it .

Group Chat

Mattsun/ picture

Oikawa/ OOOOOO

Iwaizumi/ i knew pink was your color

Kyotonai/ guess where i am

Iwaizumi/well i dont see you so not at home

Oikawa/ are you at her house ?!?

Kyotani/yep, invited me to stay the night

Mattsun/ oh my , how adult

Kyotani/ shut up Mattsun

Oikawa/ hope you brought condoms

Iwaizumi/ be gentle with her

Kyotani/we aint gonna fuck i just didint want to leave yet

Oikawa/ 😙😙😙😗😙😙😙

Mattsun/ 😳😳😳😳😳

Iwaizumi/ 😒

Kyotani / i hate all of you

Iwa,Kawa, Mattsun/ 💕💞♥️

Kyo put his phone on the table when he saw you come out of the restroom, you were wearing a red panda shirt and matching shorts . Mocha emerged from her home too and meowed for attention . Kyo could not stop looking at you, so cute, so , so cute..

“Mocha! “ you bent down and picked up the brown kitten taking a seat next to Kyo to show him. “Shes a rescue ! I saw her all alone and i just had to help her.”

Kyo took the kitten from you and set it on his lap to pet her. “Shes cute” he leaned back tugging at his jeans trying to relax.

“Whats wrong?” You asked, Kyos lap to pet the happy kitten.

“Had these jeans on all day, i dont want to.. make you uncomfortable.”

Mocha nuzzled into Kyos stomach getting comfy and looked like she was not movin for any reason.

“I dont mine but.. you better do it fast because Mocha is not gonna care that you wanna take em off.”

Gently he lifted to kitten to fuss with his belt , you giggled getting up and grabbing your sketchbook. “Can i show you.. heh my drawings.”

“Of course sweetie, you draw?” He asked , pulling his jeans down with one hand and Mocha in the other. Kyo had on black and pink boxers . “Ugn finally..” he set Mocha back on his lap and placed the jeans on his jacket feeling a little unsure if he should have taken em off.

You hid behind your sketchbook when you saw him on the couch in his boxers. Kyo had tone legs from volleyball and a few tattoos on his legs along with some bruises and knicks.

Kyo looked down at Mocha feeling a little embarrassed. Why were skinny jeans so damn uncomfortable after a while? He asked as he pet the little kitten.

You sat down with him criss cross with the sketchbook on your lap. “Yep! I'm in college for art and design. I want to one day get picked up by a clothing store and have my drawings on shirts”

Kyo leaned towards you looking over the sketches with wide eyes. They might have been all cute things; like kittens, red pandas, hearts, patterns and space but they were so damn good. “You have a real talent these are awesome.”

“Really?!?”

“Yes sweetie. Id put these on my shirts. Oh that reminds me..”

“Oh my gosh!! Kyo that would be so cool!” Gently you placed the sketchbook on the table and looked at Kyo, he was a looking a little unsure of himself. “Whats wrong..?”

“Why exactly did you come into my store ? Ive never seen you in it before”

“ uhm Kyo.. you have a shirt in the window with kittens on it.. so.. “

He laughed wrapping his arm around you making you laugh too. “My ‘Sad Day’ shirt? With all the grumpy cats?”

“Its so cute, how could I not!!!” You hit his chest lightly not liking his tone.

“Okay okay.” Lightly he grabbed one of your hands holding it close. “Happy you did, really.” His eyes drifted off you and around the room.

“Kyo?” You inched closer, picking Mocha up leaning down to place her in her hut.

Kyo picked you up and sat you down on his lap facing him, placing his hands at your hips. He leaned back spreading his legs. “Yes? Sweetie..?” You could feel he was a little hard, it was really hot between your legs..

“Im happy i did too.. i really like you.”

His heart thumped a few times. “First girl to say that to me…” he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch to support his head. “I wasn't the nicest guy in highschool, i'll never forget the day Yahaba slammed me into that wall and told me to get my shit together.”

You looked a little sad at his words, Kyo only mentioned his aggression one other time but even then he sounded upset and full of regret.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him , cupping his cheeks so he would look at you. His eyes told you ‘yes, yes please.’ But.. “No, i just want to hold you if that's okay.”

“Okay. If we fall asleep my alarm is going to go off at 8 so sorry in advance.” You got comfortable on his lap and Kyo tipped your chin up so you were looking at him.

“Would you be more comfortable on the bed?”

“Yes i think so. I dont think i can sleep like this. Hehe.”

Kyo gripped your hips picking you up, he stepped over Mochas hut and brought you to the bed to lay down with you, his face a little red. You latched onto his sleeve closing your eyes and drifting off. “Night Kyo..”

“G’night sweetie..”

Fuck what was he doing ? Talking about it will help.. right? Kyo had to wait a bit before you were fully asleep to get up and grab his phone.

Kyotani/ Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi/ Yes

Kytotani/ keep this between us

Iwaizumi/ you didn't hit it and ditch did you?

Kyotani/ what? No.

Iwaizumi/ are you scared to make it official Kyo

Kyo stared at the text for a few minutes reading it over and over .

Iwaizumi/ is it the anger issues

He squeezed his phone and sat down on the couch dialing his phone.

“Im scared ill lash out or something”

“Mm.. when was the last time that happened again?”

“The Tourney against the Black Jackals.”

“Ah yes, think Kei had to pry you off Bokuto or something right?”

“Yes… Iwaizumi i can't lash out at her. I just can't, i mentioned Yahaba and that day and she asked if i wanted to talk about it”

“You said ’no’, didn't you” Sigh “Kyotani she's not a threat, she's not an enemy . She's literally just a girl who likes you. Open up to her”

“How.”

“Uuhhmmmm, tell her you want to talk about it. I'm going to bed. You can do this Kyotani”

He hung up .

Kyo rubbed his face for a minute and glanced at you for a minute then back to his phone opening up Messages.

Kyotani/ Mattsun i know your asleep but invite Yahaba to the beach volleyball.

He set his phone down and very slowly made his way back to you. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping body and shut his eyes tight trying to sleep.

**

In the morning Kyo was awake early browsing on his phone, he stared at the screen for a minute before pressing Play on the video.

-flash back-

‘Another score for the Black Jackals!!! It is Match Point !!! ‘

The Sendai frogs were tired, sweaty and losing this Tournament. The Black Jackals were still full of energy and ready to go . It was a very hard game for both sides and Bokuto kept testing Kyotani, this was the first time he met the loud grey haired boy and he just did not like him. He knew Hinata but he did not like him too much.

Kyotani was doing better at keeping his temper under control and his team figured out how to hype him up without making him angry. Kei was not too fond of him but then again he did not really need to be, they just needed to be on the same page on the court.

That owl boy though, he was loud, annoying , and just testing him. Kyotani knew it, every serve, block, and spike was for him to clear or get rid of . Kyotani got hit with the ball a couple times and thats when he lost it.

‘Kyotani has taken another hit from the ball!!!’ Yelled the annoucer .

“Hey hey hey?!! Eye on the ball yea!??”

“Dont let it get to you” Kei told him .

“.........”

“..Kyot-“

He was on the other side of the net ontop of Bokuto punching him .The whole building was dead silent.

The last thing Kyotani remembered was hearing the announcer describe what was happening and Kei pulling him off of Bokuto.

He quit the Sendai Frogs that day, took his last check and left not looking back. He opened an apparel shop he called The Dog House and got in touch with his old highschool teammates starting over.

-end flashback-

You woke up to see Kyos hand on your head , you were not fully awake so you just laid there enjoying the nice feeling on your head. Mocha had also joined you in bed and was between you both sleeping. Kyo smelled like leather… an old leather that was renewed, it made your nose crinkle a bit. Looking up you saw he had a collar tattoo with spikes on it on his wrist . It was kinda silly but kinda cute too , although you wondered what it meant.

A minute later your alarm went off and you whimpered letting Kyo know you were awake. He let go of your head to slam your alarm clock off. He looked upset or angry in the face, and he was still staring at his phone.

Slowly you got up and gently placed Mocha on your pillow so you could scoot closer to him. “Kyo? Did you get any sleep?”

“I have to show you something.” He said as he turned his phone to you pressing Play again.

You were holding the phone now, it was alot heavier than yours . You had watched the video a couple times and everytime Kyo punched Bokuto you flinched. After the second time you placed the phone down to sit facing him.

“Kyo..”

He looked the other way running his hand through his hair.

“Kyo?”

He wanted to run away so bad. Start over again. Someplace without people like -

“Kyo.”

You were between his legs now , he had his knees up and was resting his elbows on them and still did not look at you. Dammit Mad Dog just say something to her, she's right there, dont shut her out.. dont shut..

You grabbed his face turning his head, kissing him, catching him very off guard. Kyo fell back taking you with him . You had no intention of stopping and just kissed him more and more even though he cursed between breaths. Kyo grabbed you lifting you up off his face and chest. You frowned at him and sat down on his lap once he let you go, cheeks flushed and very embarrassed.

“S..swee..sweetie”

“You aren't like that anymore!” You told him while you rubbed your eyes.

“Sweetie no don't cry please..” he sat up taking you in his arms rubbing your back in circles. “Sshh..”

“Please.. talk to me..” You sniffled into his neck squeezing him tight.

Kyo was shaking .. you were shaking . He laid his head on your neck starting from the beginning.. the very beginning. Every few minutes he would stop to check if you were still crying. He would cup your face and wipe under your eyes and ask ‘Are you Afraid of Me’ and you shook your head saying ‘No’ every single time. You were both tearing up by the end of it, Kyotani told you about Yahaba, Highschool after Iwa & Kawa graduated , how he became a Pro and Bokuto. The look on his face just made you so sad and seeing you sad was something he never wanted to see.

“Sweetie.. how , how can.”

“I like you Kyo, a lot. I'm not scared, never will be.”

“I'm so scared ill lash out at you sweetie.”

You grabbed his hand holding it and running a hand up and down his sleeve while you talked. “Kyo.. you let me touch your wolves. When we first met in your shop i noticed you were rubbing it a lot , like you were worried or you thought id just out right touch it”

“I..”

You kissed him again and wiped your eyes free of stray tears. “I want to be with you Kyo, i wanna.. see red pandas with you”

He laughed at that and so did you.

“I already said i'd take you didint i?” He asked cupping your face .

“Just making sure you know i really wanna go heh..”

“I know sweetie, believe me i know.” Kyo kissed you and you blushed wrapping your arms around him.

The alarm went off again too.

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TW: All The Triggers. So Not A BTS Post. Scroll on by. TW: mentions of life cessation by various means a couple of which are probably intentional just don't come in here unless you wanna have your day ruined plskthx ....

I haven't said anything here because who reads blog entries anyway, and why fuck up other people's feeds but then I remembered I probably have nine followers. Sorry y'all.

Tomorrow we bury my sister. Her ashes, anyway. She died a couple of weeks ago. She was 28 years old and maybe it was a heroin overdose or maybe it was the pneumonia she'd had for awhile or maybe she wanted to get gone, any and all those things are possible and maybe probable. I am now my parents' only daughter again and let me tell you it sucks ass in a way that you can't understand unless you've been there when that phone call comes in and your almost 80 year old mother makes a noise that isn't human and everything in you does not want to grab that phone from her but you can't just let her hold onto it like that. So I took it and the boyfriend had stayed out all night and gotten home in the morning and found her dead and called 911 and then us and I talked to the paramedics and the cops and I had to tell them my parents are elderly, I'll be taking point on this, and I think I maybe reblogged a cute jikook post because that's what dissociatives do in times of crisis. Fast forward ten hours and I had driven the parents to another state, made arrangements for cremation and a (gulp) body viewing for literally the next morning and notified everyone I could think of that would care or need to know. One task melted into another and then it was time to look at her and I've been a nurse nearly as long as my sister was alive, I knew what to expect but my parents did not. Let the maladaptive daydreaming commence between tasks. I almost convinced myself the Jeon Jeongguk is straight. Almost. I picked an urn and picked up the remains of the day and my sister and drove my parents two states back home while we fielded intrusive questions about funerals and memorials which we were not gonna have so someone else threw a BYOB and published it in the paper, cool. She would have loved it. I didn't go. I left and came home with the shattered hearts of my parents as souvenirs. Then I bought a car because why the fuck not. I've always wanted a cute little Mini Cooper and it's not like I had anything else to do and I paid cash and bought insurance and drove off the lot with it so now I have a car named J-Mini (get it get it) because nothing like a knee jerk major purchase in the middle of intense grief, right? My father picked out my sister's plot because my mother couldn't go and I was... buying a car. That wasn't my best day but it was really the only day I checked out completely. I mean except the other five to seven business days I don't remember but I did stuff because my dad says I fed them and made sure they ate and took care of things. I'm good at that. Also kookmin and Memories 20 why hasn't that shipped yet and I think I also got the MOTS ON;E DVD set and finished my Funko Pop set. Goals, kids. Gotta achieve goals. And I also redid my parents upstairs guest suite and turned it into my office because the next novel is not gonna write itself. A little death opens up my dad's wallet and we are both OCD writers who are task oriented and very good at finding poor coping mechanisms for trauma. It's a nice office and can still function as a guest room (it's a huge room). I put the Keurig I bought so my mom would have okay coffee before viewing her daughter's body in my new office. Just brewed the first cup today and it tastes like death to me but what are you gonna do, it's salted caramel death at least. So I'm sitting in my new office looking out the plantation shutters that make up the view, idly watching my new car sit in its cute parking spot and planning the next 36 hours. Her flowers should get here soon. I ordered real ones, the rainbow tie dye looking roses. We're not supposed to take them to the cremation garden where her headstone will be because small plots and what the fuck ever seriously do not tell me that my mother cannot bring her baby girl flowers. She's dead, assholes. She's not coming back and she didn't say goodbye and the first

time my father had seen his little girl in almost two years she was cold and decidedly nonverbal and had a bruise on the tip of her nose nobody could explain and I later figured out was from her puppy trying to boop it to wake her up when she wasn't going to be waking up ever again. Fuck that. Flowers it is. I'm on food takeout duty and also my sister's best guy friend of forever might be driving here for the interment, we didn't tell most people when it was and he's nine hours away but he hasn't let us know if he's gonna stay here or what so I guess it's good the guest room office is clean, he has three twin beds to choose from so I'll probably only change the sheets on two of them because hospitality roulette seems fair given that the service is fucking tomorrow and we're trying to plan shit over here. That's a run-on sentence kids. I guess maybe the rest of the day is not snapping at people. I watered my mom's extensive flower garden but I do that every day. I took the small envelope of extra ashes from my dad because he broke down and I put them in a pretty butterfly notecard with a pink envelope and stashed my sister's nose or fingertips or random internal tissues neatly sealed in my jewelry box. Why we have them when the rest of her is already at the cemetery is because people ASKED FOR THEM like wtf why are we making earrings out of my dead sister but my parents said yes before they said no. And I called the funeral home and ARRANGED THIS SHIT so now I get to handle it. Guess I'll dole them out a gram at a time like cocaine. Oddly fitting I suppose, that part of her is in what amounts to a heroin baggie. Don't shoot up, kids. Just don't. And if you must shoot up make sure you have Narcan around and someone available to give it to you. And that your dealer isn't cutting with fentanyl or some shit. Also make sure you're not physically sick with pneumonia that might or might not have been COVID Delta, we don't know yet because toxicology and death certificates take time and I'm in charge of bugging the coroner and just haven't wanted to have to tell my parents that YES SHE WAS HIGH AF WE BEEN KNEW THERE WAS A FUCKING NEEDLE IN BED WITH HER JFC I mean they know but they'd rather it be COVID and who can blame them. Also to my sister if you offed yourself I get it and I'm not mad at you most of the time. I do understand why and frankly it might have been kinder to do it than to keep siphoning rent every month and your drug money and living expenses on the weekly if that's how you were gonna keep living, because your drama was constant and painful and caused a lot of shit and it wasn't fun for you or anyone else. But I love you and I'm so sorry you hurt so much that you had to handle it that way. And I'm sorry I'm so much older than you'll ever be and that I survived and you didn't. If it helps, you were always loved. I'll teach your kiddo all the good things. Honestly the most painful thing you did was the best thing when you gave him up. He's so bright and artistic like you and his parents love him and l get to see him a lot even if it's only on video. I visited him right after I told you goodbye and let him go wild on my Amazon and told him you love him too, that you might not be here but you'll always love him and look out for him wherever you are. I will too. Auntie ain't an absentee figure let's get that straight right now. He likes Adidas and art and aquariums and I have promised him a trip for all those things before Christmas. You know I deliver. I'll find him something to help him remember you. He has your eyes, like Harry Potter. I sang "Blackbird" to you but it made me cry so I had to stop. You've made me cry so much lately. I liked it better when I was just allowed to be quietly angry at you but now I can't. Last time I talked to you you were high af and rambling and Mom was convinced you were oxygen deprived and I told your man to take your ass to ER and fuck the consequences but you wouldn't go and he couldn't make your black belt ass get out of bed so you never went. I wish you'd gone and I

wish you'd made him stay home with you if you wanted to get high and I wish you hadn't hated yourself and wanted to die because there was so much good in you, so much beauty and now we don't get to see what's on the other side. You put yourself in a chrysalis and turned it into a crypt and I just wish you hadn't. I wish I could have asked you to please stay. I just wish you'd been able to please stay.

#triggers like whoa #tw #dead dove do not eat #dead sister too #like it's just been a fuck of an August up in here #maladaptive coping #but hey I named my new car after Jimin so #it's fine it's all fine everything's fine

[enter-a-newsies-obsession]

a little liquor didn’t hurt anyone? (pt1)

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Thanks for reading!! It means a lot!!! Part two is coming soon! I post all of my javid oneshots on here, but find me this story on Wattpad here: https://my.w.tt/bFRINaMSkcb

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A collective cheer exploded through Jacobi Deli as the newsies raised their overflowing beers. Katherine climbed on top of a chair and shushed the gang of boys.

"Due ta the success in my new newspaper company and the happiness for all the newsies, I say drink away boys! I'm paying!"

Davey joined in with the next roar of cheering and laughed with his friends, Jack hit him playfully as the leader took a swing. Soon, the room and the table Davey sat on was full of laughter and delight. Outside grew dark as their party raged on. David had never really drunk beer like this before- and neither had most of the other boys- so it was an absolute dream come true to be there. The browns and greys of their rags danced in bright colours underneath the oranges of the gas lights and for a long while everyone's worries were thrown away. Now was a time for celebrating. Awhile later, Jack collapsed onto a chair beside Davey- who was currently shouting over the noise to try and tell Race something about not licking Katherine, therefore owning her and all her earned money.

"This is great!" Jack called, leaning in so the David could hear him better.

"What the drinks or the stupidity?" Davey snickered, turning to him.

"Both! Ohhhhh come on, it's ya first time drinkin' and yer haven't even had any!" Jack gestured to Dave's practically full pint with a smirk.

"Aye, I've had some! Anyway, somebody's gotta make sure you don't do anythin' stupid." Davey elbowed Jack lightly and they both laughed, genuine smiles lighting the room, paired with a share of longing stares. It was broken as Jack raised his glass and got up with a "suit yourself!" and a little chuckle.

Lingering to watch Jack walk away, Davey took another small sip of his pint and turned instead to a conversation between Specs, Albert and Race, allowing the bittersweet and yeast-y taste of it to settle on his tongue.

"Aaaaaayyyyyyeeeeeeee!!"

Katherine slid down on the chair beside them, her cheeks flushed red and her curled hair fuzzed and messier than before. Giggling she gulped down a mouthful of an almost-empty pint.

"What's up ma boys!" She hiccuped. Davey chuckled along with the others around him.

"I think yer enjoying that a bit too much Kath." Elmer leaned in with his sunshine smile and his own glass.

"Nah she's fiiiine!" An obviously tipsy Race chimed in, who was perched on the table. Katherine ignored the exchange and moved closer to Davey, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and shaking them.

"Davey! One of ma best friiiends! How yer doing- isn't this great? Oh, this would be the perfect place for ya to look for the ~special someone~ you've been eyeing...." A chorus of "oooOooo"s rippled around the table of about the 6 boys who had started listening in, a blushing Davey now in the middle of it. Davey fingered the handle of his pint smiling. "Come on Kath, y...you've obviously drunk too much!" Specs bent over the table to pinch at Dave's flushed cheeks (face) comically, laughing. "Ya think we's can't see! Come on you can tell us you got a cruuuush!"

"Do not!"

"Do so!"

Albert whacked him with his hat and everyone whooped, Katherine the loudest among them.

Katherine swayed forward to his ear and cupped her hands like she was going to whisper but when she spoke it was shouted. "It's JAck I bet! They looooOOooves each other hehe....."

Davey's face burned bright red and he reached immediately to shush her loudly, the girl in question giggling profoundly and laughing with the instant and comical teasing from the other boys. David hunched his shoulders and huffed out a breath, trying to hide his red face.

"Awww he's so in love!"

"Coooooome oooon Davey, yer can trust us, we ain't gonna tell the coppers!"

"I...I..." Davey stuttered wide eyed. He had enough of this and suddenly grabbed his pint and told a large swing to avoid the conversation.

Stunned, Race hung his head upside down from the side of the table and grinned. "Hehe, how 'bout you either admit you like the fAmOuS jAcK KeLLy or ya chug yer beer?" Everyone turned and snickered at each other and Davey, knowing he'll just talk.

Looking around at all his expecting-friends eyes, David gulped. When he looked around the wider room he saw Jack- his broad shoulders moving to laughter as he told a group of people a funny story. Dave let his eyes linger there before he turned back to Race, Katherine and almost everyone else, mouth parting as if to speak.

Then he chugged his entire drink.

~~~~~~~(many poor life decisions later)~~~~~~~

"Everyone's here is dumb and I loves you all!" Davey said as he swayed forward and hiccuped, leaning into Katherine, who in turn laughed obnoxiously loud. As Davey leaned drunkenly against the table to balance himself, Race filled up his pint a bit more, like he'd been doing for the last hour. Dave downed another two gulps, never wondering how his pint was never empty.

Dave folded himself on the table and whisper-shouted to whoever was listening. "But you knows who I love the most? Hehe, of course you's do! It's Jaaack....."

Race's eyes widened and he whacked Albert lightly, "I knews it! Yer need to tell 'em!"

Giggling, Davey responded, "Yeeeah course yer guessed imma horrible at hiding. And I ain't gonna hide no more, nuh-uh!"

A few moment's later, the same brunette climbed upon the table and sploshed some beer on his unbuttoned vest as he looked over everyone.

"Oi! Everyone listen here!" He shouted over the noise.

Everyone who was still in Jacobi Deli (which was only the Newsies at this time of night) turned to the obviously drunk boy, surprised to see their Davey so tipsy- at least that's what Jack was thinking.

"I am in love and I's ain't scared of who knows. Imma hella gonna regret it in the morning but.....yeahs....I'm seizing the day!" Davey couldn't see straight and kept swaying, his cap clutched in his hands as he continued to grin at everyone.

The boys all turned as Jack chimed up with a heartily laugh. "I am agog! I am aghast! Is Davey Jacobs in love at last? I've never heard him ooh and aah. Who's the lucky lady, heh?"

Davey furrowed his brows, and stepped off the table toward him (needing help to re-balance when he landed from Specs and Elmer). Jack didn't move as the Jacobs boy approached him slowly.

They were trapped in an intense staring contest until Davey leaped onto Jack and crashed their lips together, causing Jack to fall against the bar counter and the other boys to cheer thunderously.

end of part 1: to be continued...

#jack x davey #Davey jacobs #javid #javey #jack jelly #newsiesaregay #newsies fanfiction #newsies are hella gay prove me wrong #newsies

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<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

WARREN COUNTY/CARPENTER COUNTY LINE, ILLINOIS

Twenty Seven Hours Later

“Oh god!” The Governor turned from the Mustang with a hand over her mouth, her face suddenly pale.

“Oh jesus fuck!”

She took off across the roadway, running has fast as her flats would carry her. One of those shiny black shoes slipped on the wet asphault causing her to teeter, but she did not fall. She reached the tall wet grass on the opposite side of the road, bent, and proceeded to vomit in the ditch there. Salazar hurried after her.

Meeker and McGrath gave each other a tired look, and then looked back to the wreck. They barely noticed the white truck pull up behind them and Fred Colbourne hop out. A siren wailed in front of them as another Carpenter County Fire Department vehicle joined the other one and ejected six or seven more fire fighters in full yellow and orange regalia.

McGrath pointed to the crumpled body which lay in the middle of the road, atop the white lines.

“That's definitely Lloyd Chumway there,” he said morosely, “And this one here in the drivers seat...that's Lee.”

Meeker spit. “Pretty well intact, considering.”

“Well, they were in a pretty nice truck.” McGrath said, glancing over to the Governor who had now dropped to her knees. Salazar held her gently by the shoulders. She was still wretching.

“It's Booger's truck,” Meeker replied softly.

“The cook from the diner? The one with his head in the..”

Meeker cut him off, “Yep.”

“What about the kids in the Mustang? Can you ID them?” McGrath asked, walking around to the other side of the orange sports-car.

“Well,” Meeker took a deep breath, “This is Brad Doyle's mustang. He's pretty well known by the police around here. Not a bad kid.” He spit again, “But not a very good one either.”

McGrath's eyes panned across the headless torso in the driver's seat clad in a blood soaked Code Orange shirt. Bits of blood, bone, and brain lay all over the steel bumper of the truck which had completley intruded upon the cab of the Mustang. Some of it belonged to Brad, some belonged to the mess of a carcass that lay in the center of the car beside him. There was nothing but a heap of blood, skin, bones, and some sort of leopard print clothing. Another crumpled body lay in the backseat. Young female, her head turned around the wrong way on her neck. She was missing her legs.

“Do you know these other two occupants?” McGrath asked.

“The one in the backseat is Kyndra Bailey. I'm guessing this one,” he gulped as he looked over the tattered remains, “this one is probably Zoey Gonland, her girlfriend. They liked to hang out with Brad.”

McGrath looked up from the other side of the car, “More trouble makers?”

“They were good kids. A little bit of the talk of the town, but good kids.”

McGrath shook his head, “I don't follow.”

“A high school lesbian couple in a small town like this. Everyone knows them.”

“Jesus God Almighty,” Fred Colbourne said as he stepped up to the wreck beside them.

Another man, this one tall and thin with short brown hair, a yellow polo shirt and khaki pants also appeared beside them. Meeker looked at him. The man extended his hand.

“I'm Shelton Ganoux, the Carpenter County Medical Examiner. They called for me as soon as they arrived.” The man said, nodding a head to the fire fighters who were laboring around the wreck of the semi-truck and ambulance.

“And we here in Warren County greatly appreciate your help,” Meeker said, shaking the young man's hand firmly. “We've had one hell of a night over here and our boys are a little tied up.”

Ganoux half-bowed his head, “So I've heard.”

“What the hell happened out here,” Colbourne asked.

The Governor and Salazar re-appeared next to them. The Governor pulled a kleenex from her pantsuit pocket and dabbed at her mouth.

“It appears we have two separate accidents, occurring within about an hour and a half of each other. The orange sports-car, the truck, and the tractor trailer incident occurred at around six o'clock this morning, while the ambulance seems to have collided with the tractor trailer at around seven thirty.”

“Makes sense,” Meeker mumbled.

“What?” Colbourne asked, “What makes sense.”

“It looks like Mustang was behind the tractor trailer and went to try and pass him when they struck the Chumway Brothers in the truck coming from the opposite direction.” McGrath said.

Meeker's phone began to vibrate in his pants. He pulled it out, hit the green button on the screen, and stuck it to his ear.

“Meeker!” He barked. The voice that answered was gruff.

“Hey Deputy, it's Lorne Appleby.”

“Who?”

“Appleby, from Protective Services.”

“Oh right. Well?”

“Nothing yet. I'm gonna head to the hotel room for some shut eye. Miss. Cromer should be back in a few hours. Just wanted to keep you abreast of the...”

“Mrs. who?”

“Cromer...Ellen Cromer...from DCF.”

Meeker rubbed his forehead. “Aww yeah..right right. I'm sorry Appleby, I got a million things going on right now.”

“I know, I know. Like I said, just wanted to keep you abreast of the situation.”

“Who do I got over there now?”

“Officer Chang just left, Officer Stanton just arrived, two other officers in a squad car just went on patrol an hour or so ago...forgive me, I don't remember their names.”

Meeker adjusted the phone from one ear to the other. “Oh right, that's Warner and Farnsworth I think.”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, keep me posted.”

“Will do.”

Meeker ended the call.

“Who was that?” Fred asked.

“Guy from Protective Services about Maddie Keane.”

“Still haven't found her?” Colbourne asked.

Meeker shook his head and waved at the wreckage in front of him. “And if it wasn't for all this shit and everything else I'd have every god damn cop out there looking for her.”

Fred patted his friend's back. “I know Bengie. I know. You're doing the best you can.”

They were quiet for awhile and Ben took some deep breaths to gather his thoughts.

“You know what I'm wondering?” Colbourne asked after some time had passed.

“What's that?” Ben replied quietly.

“How in the world did no one around here hear a wreck like that?”

“Well the only ones out here are Reverend Taylor over there,” he pointed to his right, to a house on the top of a hill, “and Amos Yoder. Amos claims to have been woken up by the second accident, he's talking to the state troopers now.” he pointed to his left, toward a dirt road leading down to a quaint little farmhouse with a big red barn. An Amish man was indeed standing along side the curb next to his driveway talking to an Illinois State Trooper who was dictating his statement on a clipboard.

“Amos said he slept right through the first accident, and I've known Kevin Taylor for years, we had sleep overs together when we were kids. He has to sleep with some kind of noise. He always brought a sound machine to my house, annoying little shit.” Meeker continued, “He sleeps with a box-fan I think. He probably couldn't hear a frieght train coming through his living room.”

“Besides that it was still raining at six o'clock this morning,” Ganoux said, “the sound of the storm could have muffled much of the noise.”

“I just can't believe Gary Windorf didn't see the over-turned tractor trailer.” Colbourne said, gesturing to the ambulance. Gary Windorf had been the driver.

“We told him to haul ass,” Meeker sighed, “it was still dark and raining.”

“Plus he was coming up from over this hill,” McGrath added, waving at the rise in the road behind them.

The Governor cleared her throat. “So we have the Chumway brothers here...where the hell is Myers? Is he in the back of that ambulance where he belongs?”

“Who is Myers?” Ganoux asked.

“Objective number one,” Meeker replied, “Big guy, jumpsuit..”

“The guy with the mask, kinda toasty?”

“That'd be him,” McGrath nodded.

“He's over there.” Ganoux pointed. Three firefighters crouched beside a body near the tree line. The figure was face down in the mud only a few feet from the trailer of Gabriel Couture's truck. “It appears the patient was thrown from the ambulance.”

“But he's dead?” Meeker asked.

“Very much so. He hit a tree in mid air.” Ganoux replied.

“He was dead before he was even put in the ambulance,” Colbourne grunted.

“Well, I can't tell that. I'd need to do a full autopsy to do that.” Ganoux said.

“Forget that,” The Governor spat, “Get his ass in a body bag and let's get it back to the High School. Get all these bodies over there so we can...”

She was interrupted by the sound of approaching vehicles. The whole party turned as a black GMC Van pulled up behind the firetrucks. In the distance, it looked as if the van had been followed by a train of semi-trucks. The truck tractors where plain white with no lettering, while the trailers were gray, and also blank. The hiss of the parking brakes sounded off one at a time.

The doors of the GMC Van opened. Several almost identical looking Caucasian men in black suits stepped out. They seemed to be led by another man, who had climbed out of the passenger side of the van. He was older than the others, judging by the gray in his hair.

The older gentlemen stepped up and extended his hand to the Governor.

“Governor Harris?” He asked simply.

“I am,” The Governor replied, taking his hand.

“I'm Dick Spencer, Director of the Disaster Mortuary Operational Response Team for Region Five.”

“How do you do?” The Governor asked with a forced smile. “This is Deputy McGrath of the---”

Spencer cut her off and pulled a piece of paper from the inside breast pocket of his coat, “Did you request Federal Response?”

“Yes sir, we've had a bad night in this town---” The Governor started but again, Spencer cut her off.

“And you are fully aware that in so doing, you have allowed the Department of Homeland Security to begin to conduct an investigation into the order, as to the reasons why such an order would be placed pursuant to Guideline 542, section B, article F?”

The Governor looked at Meeker and then to McGrath, who took the roll of papers from Agent Spencer. “Yes sir..I am aware of the...”

“Excellent then,” Spencer looked down at the papers and began to thumb through them, “I have two affidavits for your law enforcement officers here to fill out. They must be in precise detail as to the events that transpired over the night , and why you would need to place an order for a portable refrigeration unit for casualty victims.” He looked at McGrath, “You need to fill one out as does this local officer...Officer----???”

Meeker took one of the papers, “Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker.”

“Meeker,” Spencer nodded, “I also have a battery of questions we need to go over, but first I have three questions.”

McGrath took the other paper, “Yeah, shoot.”

“Do you or do you not want to be a big pain in my ass today?” Spencer asked.

McGrath laughed in spite of himself. “What?”

“I'm not aware that I said anything amusing Agent?” Spencer replied, cutting a look to Meeker and then back at McGrath, “Do you want to be a big pain in my ass today?”

“No sir,” McGrath replied.

Spencer looked back at Meeker, “Do you want to be a big pain in my ass Deputy Sheriff?”

“No sir,” Meeker replied.

“Excellent,” Spencer said, “Now let's get something straight. I don't want to be here, okay?”

Meeker and McGrath nodded.

“You are aware that last night was Halloween?” Spencer asked.

Meeker and McGrath looked at one another, not sure how to answer. McGrath was brave enough to try. “Well—yes...”

“Do little girls and boys play dress up on Halloween?” Spencer asked.

The two men looked at each other again and then replied in unison: “Yes sir,”

“You know who else plays dress up?”

Meeker and McGrath looked at each other a third time and then back at Spencer and shook their heads.

“Russian mail order brides play dress up,” Spencer said matter-of-factly. “Just hours ago, I was playing dress up with my Russian mail order bride, and you can imagine what kind of activities proceed playing dress up and drinking Vodka and 7-Up all night. And you can imagine how doing these things would be very taxing for a man my age, couldn't you?”

“Yes sir,” the men replied.

“I would like nothing better than to be back in my bed, in my Chicago penthouse, with Katya on my ‪Saturday morning‬. But instead, I'm called out to this piss-ant little town in the Storm-of-the-fuckin'-century. You can imagine how that would put me in a bad mood, correct?”

“Yes sir,” the men agreed.

“If there is any thing between those two affidavits that doesn't match up, or if there is anything that has transpired in this town that isn't cherry, or if the two of you aren't one hundred percent crystal clear and straight with me and obedient to my will like two little golden retriever puppy dogs, I will have Washington DC on my ass, and I don't want ‪Washington DC‬ on my ass for anything, and that will turn you into a big pain in the ass for me, and we don't want that now do we?”

“No sir,” they responded.

“I want to get this over with so I can go back home and enjoy my weekend, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” Spencer pointed to the trucks, “Second question,” he said, “Where is the mobile refrigeration unit going to be erected?”

McGrath stuttered and looked at Meeker.

Meeker swallowed and said, “Best place I guess would be the parking lot of the high school...we've already set up a field---.”

“You guess?” Spencer stammered.

“Yes sir,” The Governor cut in, “The parking lot of the High School is where we want it.”

“What high school? I need a name people! I need an address!” Spencer's volume level went up a notch.

“It's Haddonfield High School, on the corner of Belmont and Main Street,” Meeker said.

“Well is it Belmont or Main Street?!” Spencer nearly roared.

“‪248 Belmont Avenue‬,” Meeker responded calmly.

“Got it,” one of the accompanyng men in black suits said quietly, and then they all turned to walk toward the first truck.

“Third question,” Spencer said, his volume level returning to normal, “is there a police station in this god-forsaken town that we conduct business in, or do we rednecks like to stand out in the road and play with our dicks in front of a bunch of mangled car accident victims?”

“I have two of my boys setting up a big tent in the parking lot of the hospital. That's gonna be ground zero for now until that scene gets under control and we can shift everything to the high school.” Meeker replied.

“The tent we use for the exhibitions on fair days and stuff. The recruitment tent?” Colbourne asked.

“Exactly. Herman Beach and Chris Huber are grabbing it from the storage unit. They should be there any minute. We should probably get over there now, I think we're done here.”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Spencer said, turning back toward his vehicle. “There better be coffee.”

The Governor piped up, “Don't you have a Mayor in this town somewhere? Someone is gonna have to talk to the press!”

Meeker winced.

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