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The plan (11)

Summary: The stakeout ensues as Y/n and her friends try and catch the perp, but they underestimate the power of marshmallows and boy talk, Y/n and her boys have a run in with a rude customer and Y/n, has some explaining to do.

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Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Name calling, Threatening, Fluff, Angst, Let me know if I missed any!!

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It had been a few days since the boys started helping out at the café and thankfully everything had been going well, I was currently waiting for Seoyeon to arrive since she had wanted to come over to ‘set a trap’ for whoever has been leaving these notes, I told her it was stupid and it didn’t matter, but she didn’t really care.

The knock at the door tore me away from my thoughts and I made my way over from the couch, the boys knew that she was coming over and they were just doing their own things, mostly playing games on the tv so I doubt they would notice us, they can get really competitive, Namjoon and Seokjin had to tear apart Jungkook and Taehyung the other night because Taehyung had won the Mario cart round between the two.

I pulled open the door to see Seoyeon and standing next to her was Jiyoon, who I was not expecting.

“Oh. Hey guys, I didn’t know you were coming by too Jiyoon.” I said while inviting them inside.

“I found her sitting in the lobby at one of the tables and figured she could be a helpful asset, she can be very loud, so while I’m chasing them with this bat,” Seoyeon said as she whipped a large baseball bat out from behind her which made me and Jiyoon step back from her to avoid being hit by the crazy lady. “She can yell and scream at them so other people come out and they can chase them too.” Seoyeon exclaimed excitedly and with a small glint in her eyes.

“A-Ah, well, why don’t we just put that down and, uh-”

“Where on earth did you pull that from?” Jiyoon’s exclaimed with a look of concern.

“It’s a secret.”

Seoyeon moved her index finger up to her lips before slowly lowering it down and turning back to me with a large smile on her face, I could see Jiyoon looking around her back obviously trying to see where it had come from.

“Right, well, I really don’t think it’s such a big deal.” I said while walking them into the kitchen, Seoyeon slung the bag off her back, and it smacked onto the table, and it made a loud thud.

What did she put in that?

“Y/n, someone is threating you, what happens if they come into the apartment or what if it gets worse and they’re a stalker or something.” She kept rambling on.

“You watch too many of those damn crime documentaries, I told you to stop that.” I said while rolling my eyes at her. She turned to fully face me, and she stuck her arms out and put her hands on my shoulders, holding me firmly while looking into my eyes with a serious stare.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She spoke, I stared into her eyes before breaking and letting out a sigh.

“Fine, I guess it wouldn’t be great if they did manage to get into the apartment.” I glanced over to the spare room were you could her the boys yelling, something about zombies and a death pit. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.”

The girls both glanced over to the room before looking back at me, but Jiyoon kept her eyes on the door.

“Yeah, them too I guess. But mainly you.”

I gasped before whacking her on the arm.

“Seoyeon!”

“What? I’m not exactly ‘fond’ of them.” She murmured while rolling her eyes and bringing one hand up to rub her arm. “One of them hit you, and that Hoseok wasn’t too friendly to me, who does he think he is? asking me who I am? Jimin and Jungkook are okay though.” She scoffed when talking about the older boys.

“He was just protecting me, he didn’t know who you were, you even tried to do the same thing, and can we please drop the whole getting hit thing, I wasn’t seriously hurt, and we’ve resolved it anyways.”

“Oh, you may have resolved, but I’ve still got some words to have with whoever it was that thought it was okay to-”

“Seoyeon, just drop it, it’s okay, really. What’s your plan anyways, stand out front the door and chase down anyone who walks by with your giant… bat? What game do you even play with that?” I asked her, suddenly interested in what game could possibly need a bat that large.

“Hide n seek.”

“Huh?”

“The bat’s for hide n seek, and no, that’s not my plan, The plan, is that we are going to wait on the inside of the door and when they slide the note under it we then open the door, and we surprise attack them.” She explained like it was that simple.

Hide n seek?

“Wah-a, um, sure-yeah, that sounds like a plan.” I stumbled over my words.

“Let’s set this trap.”

We were all sitting around in our pyjamas on some spare blankets in front of the door, waiting to hopefully catch the culprit, I had pulled out some crackers and cheese, and Seoyeon came prepared with some marshmallows and chocolate biscuits, the warm glow from the lamps in the kitchen and lounge room illuminated the area, I could still hear the boys from the other room, but they seemed to have quieted down.

“How could you choose him over Guwon?”

“I’m sorry, have you seen him?” I quickly fired back at Seoyeon’s outrageous comment. “The whole show he is looking after Ari and taking care of her, making sure she isn’t getting into trouble and helping her. Guwon on the other hand spends most of the show bothering Sarang!”

“Yeah, but he means well!”

“Sure, he means well, but he doesn’t do well.”

“You guys do realise that you’re arguing over fictional men, right?”

“Shhhh!” We both hushed Jiyoon at her interruption to our very important debate. Somehow we had come to the topic of best CEO men from the shows we watched, Seoyeon thought Guwon from her hotel show was better than Junkyung from my celebrity show, which was wrong.

“Have you even seen ‘celebrity’?” I sassed her, already knowing the answer.

“No- “

Before she could finish I cut her off.

“Exactly! Watch it, then come and tell me who you think the better ‘troubled, rich boy, CEO’ is.” I huffed at her playfully while doing quotation marks before facing away and sticking up my nose. I heard her sigh before the small hallway fell into a silence, which was promptly broken by our fatal attempts at keeping our laughter in.

We had been having so much fun that we had pretty much forgotten about the plan, the blanket was covered with various pillows and things, topped with platters of different food and drinks, Seoyeon’s bat was now replaced with a half empty jumbo pack of Tim tams and a half drunken bottle of creaming Soda.

It had been so long since we had spent time together, the three of us, maybe we should plan a trip or something.

It didn’t take long for us to lose the energy and become tired, we did our best to stay awake, but after a long night, our attempts were futile, I didn’t wake up until I felt someone moving my body before shuffling arms under me and lifting me up, I sleepily moved my hand my rub my eyes so I could try and get a better view of what was happening around me.

I felt my body resting against someone’s chest before I looked up and saw Hoseok, he was whispering to someone else, they moved around a bit before they stopped talking, we didn’t move for a while until I heard someone groaning, I turned to my side to see Jiyoon sitting down, half-awake on the floor, she hurled herself up before hastily trying wake the other sleeping girl, I turned back around and closed my eyes for just a second.

The quick light that entered the room before the sound of shuffling entered my ears made me stir slightly, I looked up again at Hoseok who was still holding me, but this time he looked down, I couldn’t see much of his face, but I heard him say something that I couldn’t understand before we started moving.

My body came in contact with the bed, and I immediately started to wriggle myself under the blankets before turning and latching on to the closest thing for warmth.

“Jiyoon’s apartment was so boring.” Seoyeon whined, extending the ‘o’ “There was nothing to do, she didn’t even have any magazines to read!”

I had acknowledged at her whining as I continued stirring the batter. I turned to look at her before speaking. “You were only there for an hour or so this morning, I doubt you were up for long after you got there.”

Seoyeon gave me a quick glare before continuing on her rant about how ‘self-centred’ this guy was for making her ‘lose her beauty sleep’, I started folding in the blueberries to the muffin batter before glancing and double checking the baking tray was ready, Jin was at the other side of the kitchen making a batch of cookies, I could smell the scent of the first batch looming in the air, the quiet hum of the oven as a back tone to the melody that Jungkook was humming to on the other side of the door, Seoyeon kept talking as I tried to drown her out, the sounds around me changed slightly before I picked up the bowl to start pouring the batter into the moulds.

I counted as I made my way across the pan before abruptly stopping.

“Jungkook. Stop it.”

I felt the room still slightly as I spun on my heels to face the culprit, Jungkook stood next to the fridge, one hand holding open the door and the other one holding another banana milk, his fifth one today. His faced warped from surprised to guilty to a cheeky bunny smile, I did my best to not give in, but alas, his cute face was too much for me, I smiled back at him as I watched him slowly place the banana milk back into the fridge.

“If you help out in the kitchen, then maybe you’ll forget about the banana milk.” I said while turning back to what I was doing, I heard him let out a faux gasp, probably dramatically smacking his hand to his chest.

“I could never forget about my 2nd one true love.” He spoke.

I snorted at his weird choice of words before suggesting that he help Jin out with the biscuits, I could feel eyes digging into the back of my head as I heard Kookie make his way over to Jin.

We all went back to work and Seoyeon began helping me with the next muffin mixture, strawberries this time.

“Yah! Stop eating all the mixture!” I suddenly heard someone yell, I turned around to see Jin pushing his hand into Kook’s face as he tried to reach for the batter, which Jin was holding away from him, making Jungkook face get squished, it made a really funny scene to see, and I giggled at the sight.

“But it tastes so good.” He whined.

“Yeah, well, it’ll get better when it’s cooked” Jin said matter of fact.

As Jin moved his hand and went to place the bowl back down, Jungkook launched towards the bowl, Jin tried to move it, but he was too slow, Jungkook retracted his hand and ran behind Jin and to the other side of the room.

“Too slow, it’s the old bones, they’re making you slow now, grandpa!” Jungkook joked and laughed while bouncing on the balls of his feet in a teasing manner, Jin seemed offended before he shot back at Jungkook.

“Grandpa? I’ll show you grandpa when I chase you down with my spoon!” He threatened, Jungkook’s face dropped as he turned and scrambled his way out the door, Jin turned around before muttering under his breath, but I was just able to hear it. “I hope he gets salmonella.”

Yelling filled my ears and drew me away from the task at hand, I turn around to see that Jin was also looking for whoever it was, more shouting came, and it was clear where it was coming from, I put down what I was doing and wiped my hands before making my way over to the door, as I got there it open and Jimin was standing there.

“Y/n.”

“What’s going on?” I asked him, he gave me a look that I couldn’t quite understand before speaking.

“Um, there’s this lady, we were just trying to serve her, but she’s being really loud and..” He trailed off after getting the point across. I gave him a smiled letting him know that I’ll handle it before I passed beside him and out the door. I could see that Namjoon was tending to the coffee machine and Hoseok was walking around the tables, Taehyung and Jungkook were both standing at the counter in front of the older lady, clearly trying to diffuse the situation and just serve her, they both seemed to be nervous and abut anxious, but kept a bit of a smile on their face.

“Can I help you?” I ask the lady kindy and make my way over to her, I gave the boys a look letting them know that it was okay.

“Well, I hope so, finally a decent employee here.” She scoffed, her attitude put me slightly on edge. “I was trying to order coffee, but these mongrels are here.” She gestured with her finger to the boys and a disgusted manner.

What?

I could sense the boys beside me stiffen slightly at her words.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I was trying to order something when these dirty things tried to serve me, they shouldn’t be here, filthy-”

“Hey! Ma’am? Can you read?” I asked her, appalled by her attitude towards the boys.

“What? Yes, of course I can, now I want-”

“Great, can you tell me what those boards behind me say?” I blinked with false kindness, I had to hold back the want to hit her in the face.

“What are you on about? Just get me my damn-” She began to speak, getting impatient before I cut her off again.

“Just tell me what’s in those boards.” N

She rolled her eyes before responding. “It’s your menu, all your items. ow can you get me my-”

“Yes, exactly. So does it say anywhere on there that I asked for your option on my staff?” I said bitterly, letting her understand my intentions. She seemed slightly taken aback by my quick change in demeanour, she stayed silent and just kind of stared back at me before glancing at the board again, seeing as she wasn’t going to say anything, I began talking again.

“No, it doesn’t. No one asked for your opinion, and no one wants it. So shut up and enjoy your basic ass flat white and respect my staff or get. Out. Of. My. Cafe.” I almost shouted at her threateningly, I could feel the hot air from my nose colliding with my chest as I breathed faster, I was glaring at her now as she just stood there very shocked by my outburst, she stumbled back slightly before scoffing and turning, making her way out the door, she must have been in such a hurry that she didn’t look around her as she crossed the road, within the blink of an eye she was gone, well, she was on the road, she walked in front of a cyclist and they collided into each other.

Serves her right, that old hag.

I shrugged and let out a huff at her at her misfortune before turning around to face the boys, Kookie and Taehyung were both standing behind me, they both seemed to be surprised at my outburst, I gave them a smile.

“Don’t believe what she says. Ignore her, she’s old and lonely and clearly insecure.” I said to them both while looking at them with a smile on my face. “If it happens again, you can kick them out, or kick their ass.” I mumbled that last part, but I’m sure they heard me as I saw a slight pull-on Kook’s mouth, they both smiled at me before I made my way back in to the kitchen.

“What was that?”

I looked up to see Seoyeon, Jin and Jimin all looking at me, I sighed before walking fullyinto the room and answering them. “Just some old hag came to cause trouble, she’s gone now.”

I smiled at Jimin, and he walked past me and gave me a quick hug before joining the others outside.

“She was being rude to the boys, so I told her to get out.”

“What?” Seoyeon said surprised. “How dare she do that in our cafe. I’ll go sort her out, that lazy old bitty, I’ll-” Seoyeon began ranting before attempting to pull her apron off which had gotten stuck, and the ties were wrapped around her hair, I stilled my laughter at her situation.

“I thought you said you didn’t really care?”

“Yeah, well that was before.” She finally got the apron off after struggling, and threw it on the floor. “Now where is she, I’ll show her.”

“She got run over.”

The room fell silent as both stared at me with shocked expressions before I realised the implication of what I said.

“By a cyclist, she’ll be fine.”

“Too bad.”

Seoyeon huffed and snatched the discarded item from the floor.

“We should do something about that, so it doesn’t happen again.”

“I’ll make a poster out front, that way they know not to come in here if they are such inconsiderate imbeciles.” I laughed before noting it down in my mental list.

“I like that idea, otherwise I can just bring my bat to work.” Seoyeon said, only half joking.

“When did you become to caring.” I asked her sarcastically as we all went back to what we were doing, the room fell silent after I spoke. What did they do? I walked over to the oven and grabbed out the tray that had been baking the biscuits, I put it down on the bench only to realise, a substantially large section was empty.

“Seriously?”

I exited out from Jiyoon apartment after borrowing some paints and a canvas for the poster, she must have been busy at school since she seemed pretty stressed.

I made my way down my hallway after exiting the elevator, I got to my room and unlocked the door, bringing the supplies inside with me, I walked through the hallway which we had since cleaned up and went into the kitchen where I placed the stuff on the counter, Yoongi was in the kitchen making a drink and I passed by him on my way to the room.

I opened the door and walked in before looking up, I wasn’t expecting was Jimin, standing by my bed side table, the first drawer was opened up all the way, he turned to face me as he must have heard me enter the room, his face held confusion, concern and worry, I gave him a confused and questioning look back with a smile on my face as I went to step closer before my eyes caught what he was holding, the blood drained from my face as I had spotted some papers in his hand.

No…

“Y/n, what are these?”

A/n: Another Chapter has arrived! I tried to keep it short and I think I did well, I hope you all like it, I really want to introduce more of the boys backgrounds and how they all ended up in that alleyway, but I’m not sure how to included it without it seeming like it’s coming out of nowhere, I’m hoping I can get some more chapters written so I’m ahead in them too, I also really want to get more started on this other project that I’m working on (I just need one more plot idea! If you got an idea pls lmk), as well as this Jimin oneshot that I’ve been writing. Thanks for 316 Followers, I can’t believe it! Before the next chapter is out, tell me who you think is sending the notes, you can reply, reblog or send me an ask about it too! Thankyou all for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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princess-from-another-galaxy · 2 months

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I watched both parts of Lucas documentary and am so heartbroken. This incident has changed him so much, he's unrecognizable and in not the best way. This incident has killed his spirit and light you can tell he went through major depression and struggles mentally still. His self confidence has disappeared, he can't hold eye contact anymore. He's probably never going to be the same again. It's like night and day.

Can you please elaborate in just the part where Lucas exposed these crazy fans? I've followed the incident since day one but faded off so don't know how he exposed them at some point. Some people are saying that is the apology he is giving rather then admitting the rumours so It'd be great for that elaboration if not quick summary. I missed out on that time frame and would be so proud if he tried to expose the crazy stalkers. They're fkin insane, it's repulsive behavior.

Lucas (even by his own admission) had always been rather rude and aggressive with sasaengs (as he should!). A few days before the scandal broke out, he actually posted a pic on bubble of flymetothemoon (there's a 0 instead of an o there somewhere, but I can never remember where... sorry).

Anyway, after that that's when the rumors started. Originally just that he was a gold digger and cheated. SM did what they always do and made him give a vague apology. The day after, another accuser came out saying he allegedly also gaslight his gf's, I don't believe it was ever clarified how or about what he supposedly gaslight them. (Then a dude also came and accused him of dating and cheating).

After that, the dude's account disappeared (right after he said it wasn't true), and after awhile one of the accounts was sold and another turned out to have been a marketing account all along.

And now we're here.

A few hours/a day before the doc dropped, Lucas opened new official social media accounts (for his work as solo artist supposedly), and flymetothem0on was seen on weibo saying things that very clearly gave off the impression that she was directly involved in the scandal.

She is a known NCT sasaeng. Started stalking Mark when he was like 15 (still an SM rookie), has been known to stalk Yangyang, and just recently has began to stalk a member of NCT Wish, who is also a minor. So yeah....

And about what Lucas looks like, he went through a lot, including depression and suicidal thoughts, it's understandable that the experience has changed him. But it seems like his family and friends have his back and as his fans we should try to as well!

Sasaengs have way too much power in the K-pop industry. It's about time people started standing up to those disgusting excuses for people!!

EDIT!

Someone made an actual time-line that is more accurate than my vague recollections of the past few years! So here you go!!!

Also apparently there were multiple sasaengs that made the accusations, I had forgotten about that cause fttm0 is the worst one

#kpop #nct #wayv #nct wish #sm rookies #lucas wong #wong yukhei #huang xuxi

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Okay I feel like Stalker!Reid would be terrifying because of his iq

"You should know better than this by now, sweetheart. Surrender."

trick or treat!

"You should know better than this by now, sweetheart. Surrender."

His hand is on your side, fingers digging roughly into your flesh. Your face is smothered into a pillow, the mattress firm beneath you. You feel the air in your lungs slowly dissipating, life draining from you as the oxygen seeps from your mouth, held ajar as Spencer's hand tangles in your hair and pulls.

"No, I-" You choke, coughing weakly against the pillowcase, "I won't! You'll never get it out of me."

"This is stupid," He urges, digging a knee into your back in a spot that makes you squirm, "Now, Y/N, before I get tired of playing games."

Everything in you wants to resist. Your mind screams at you, resistance your only hope if you want to live out the rest of your night in peace. But surrender becomes more appealing when you feel Spencer's breath hot on the shell of your ear, lips ghosting over it feather-light, "One, two, th-"

"Fine!" You huff, shaking him off of you and swatting his hands away. You push yourself up from where he's pinned you on the bed and reach down the front of your jeans, producing the tv remote, "Are you happy? Now I have to sit through one of your stupid documentaries."

"They're not stupid," Spencer straightens the shirt that hangs loosely off of his shoulders, pajama pants cinched tight on his waist, "They're informative."

"Well, while you're being informed of how sprinkles are made," You drawl, standing and stretching out the dull ache in your back, "I'll be at the library."

"It's closed," Spencer's eyes narrow imperceptibly, "It closes at five."

"But the bar doesn't," You grin cheekily at him, and he's reminded of the joint three blocks down merely called The Library so that students can lie to their parents when asked where they are, "I'll bring you back the cherry from my drink."

"You do that," Spencer nods absentmindedly, "Have fun, sweetheart. Not too much fun, though."

"I won't." You promise him earnestly, kissing the smooth skin of his forehead before slipping a jacket over your tank top, "I'll be back before eleven!"

Spencer's fingers are typing on his phone screen before you even shut the door behind you. He's sure his friend is already on the scene, otherwise he'd feel bad for asking for surveilance.

The Library tonight, he presses send, then, Keep an eye on her.

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v-anrouge · 3 months

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Rook being Creepy ideas!

Nonchalantly knows something very personal, like it’s your first date and he asks if your grandma is feeling better. You get a text AFTER the date that grandma has the flu.

Shows up, but only ever out of the corner of your eye. You just see his blonde hair, his hat, or maybe his jacket. You sweat you can feel the green of his eyes on you

Knows your schedule better than you, reminds you of anything important coming up. Homework due? Don’t forget text the night before. Interview? Praise the morning of. Classes? Standing outside to walk you there.

Always there when you need help, started off cute but now he just shows up with a pencil when you’ve misplaced yours. Offers his notes as you’re looking through your bag for them.

Always nearby, like you see him walking along your street at 2 am, when he doesn’t live near you…he doesn’t go to your school but is on your campus.

The creepiest is you don’t know anything about him while he knows everything about you. He doesn’t have anything on his socials, he never shares anything. You only know he is eccentric, and probably a stalker.

Vil tries to tell you to not do anything, how Rook is like a dog. If you run, he will chase you. It’s up to you if you can handle it all.

Especially when you watch a true crime documentary about a blonde haired, green eyed man who murdered a few people who had bullied you a few towns over.

JDUSUSUSUUESU!#+#7$+ IN LITERALLY SCRWAMING YESGESYSYS

rook is so creepy and he feels so sad because he's being so sweet yet you avoid him as much as you can cowering when he greets you and he just wants to be able to hold you in his arms... he'd treat you so well, nothing like your last ex/friend who mysteriously disappeared after you finally cut contact with them...he knows of your tastes and hobbies and when your favorite singer/band is making a shoe but you didn't manage to secure a ticket, guess who coincidentally bought two to go with a friend that canceled? rook just wants to be there for you but he understands, you're like a small bunny, scared of the big vast world even though rook is nothing but someone who wishes to keep you safe and happy, with him, but he can give you time and space, he can make you feel safe and even forget you were ever stalked when everything simply stops, you assume he got bored, but he's simply waiting. yet even a man like him loses his patience some times, if charming and giving you space while being nice won't work he'll just have to give you no choice but to rely on him, surely, in a situation where he is the only one able to help, for weeks, or maybe even months...your heart will learn to love him and his eccentric ways

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 reblogger

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joheunsaram · 2 years

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Discord Discourse (knj) - 2

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summary- Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server... dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

word count- 1.2k

pairing- idol!Namjoon x fanfic writer!Reader

rating- PG15

genre- internet relationships, s2f2(maybe)lovers, angst, fluff

warnings- none

a.n.- well once again my dumbass turned a story into a series. enjoy this part! more to come <3

Thanks to the beautiful @raplinesmoon for helping me brainstorm, and @oftenderweapons and @jeonspub for beta reading!

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

Namjoon is live: Birthday!!

You stared at the notification on your phone, your heart racing. Your legs felt numb just like your fingers – a chill going through your body. This was probably not a normal reaction to finding out that one of the people you considered your close friends was a world famous celebrity. But you couldn’t help the way your entire body wanted to cringe, throwing you back into the moment where an innocent voice chat turned into a life changing reveal.

You were a bit hesitant accepting the video chat initially, afraid that the nice guy you had a bizarre number of things in common with and flirted with occasionally would turn out to be a creep masturbating. Who knew what you saw on the screen was far more traumatizing?

It was fanfic fodder, a storyline life handed to you neatly tied with a bow. You were the main characters you wrote about, that thousands, if not millions, hoped to be. Yet, all you could have was a visceral reaction to the sheer embarrassment of your conversations with him. You had even sent him pictures of him while talking to him about all the depraved things you wanted to do. Not to mention that he had read almost all of your fics, some bordering on so explicit that you hoped no one you knew ever read them. Perhaps that’s why you were so open with him. He provided you with an outlet that your real life friends didn’t. He was safe, a faceless Dragonite icon that shared your love of philosophy and loved to read in too deep on every piece of media you encountered.

Until he was the last person you ever thought he’d be – the subject of your 3 am horny ravings, Kim Namjoon.

Perhaps if you were cooler, more confident, you would’ve turned on the camera as well, chatted with him all nonchalant like a real fanfic protagonist, but instead you blocked him after a half hearted apology. Oh god. You wondered if the rest of the band knew about your stories and if you were now going to be banned as a stalker. Would you even be able to attend one of his concerts again?

But even as you thought of those scenarios, you knew that the John you had been talking to wasn’t like that. Even the Namjoon that you knew from the vlogs and the documentaries didn’t seem like that. The message he had sent you last night on your blog proved that he still wanted to be friends.

Your earlier conversations, however, were still something you couldn’t wrap your head around. John wasn’t someone you talked to occasionally. You talked to him almost daily, about his life, his struggles. The two of you never shared many identifying details with each other, but you knew when he went to the gym, what his favourite food was, how much he hated travelling on planes, and even his kinks! Merging the image of John with Namjoon was not only difficult, it seemed impossible. How could the guy who had once sent you porn to help inspire your next smut scene be the same guy who was on the framed poster next to your bookshelf?

Clicking on the notification, you braced yourself as the video stream popped up to show the subject of your cognitive dissonance. Dressed in a grey hoodie, he spoke in Korean, showing off the art on his walls. You couldn’t help how the blood rushed to your cheeks, how your palms became clammy.

You were never one of those fans who looked out for how idols were feeling, or read too much into their expressions. But as you looked at him through the screen you wondered why he was alone last night, chatting with you for hours. His eyes seemed sunken, his dark circles visible even behind whatever filter he was using. He seemed tired and your conversations with John flooded your mind.

I wish I could just stop being me sometimes. I love my job and all the work I’ve done but sometimes it’d be nice to just disappear.

He had sent you that out of the blue on a random morning and you had assumed he was being hyperbolic. He had told you his job was draining and you had assumed he was under pressure from his boss. It was jarring to see the man who had confessed that to you and you felt a pang of empathy dissipate through your body.

Namjoon on the screen showed off his cake, his raspy voice singing happy birthday to himself and breaking you out of your reverie. For the first time, you saw him as a friend and not a celebrity. A friend sitting alone in his house singing to himself because his job required him to do so.

You sighed. What were you doing by blocking him? It wasn’t his fault that he was who he was. Other than not telling you his identity, you had no doubt that the year of conversations you had with him were genuine. He was kind and sincere, and a cloud of guilt rose inside you. You were a terrible friend. He didn’t know anything about you either.

“I have to go soon but thank you for being here with me and celebrating my birthday. I love you guys,” Namjoon said through the screen, his phone now held in his hand as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes locked onto the camera and your mouth ran dry when he smiled his perfectly dimpled smile.

“Before I go I just wanna say thank you for liking the stuff I make. I write all of these songs and lyrics for you and sometimes I can’t believe that I get to share a part of me with you all. Some of you guys have said I inspire you and you have no idea how much that means to me. So please if anything I have ever made or said or done inspires you to create something new, please, please don’t stop. Because you’re an inspiration to me too.”

Namjoon rarely spoke in English at length during his livestreams and the fact that he did now made a glimmer of hope spark inside you. Perhaps you didn’t have to lose your friendship to humiliation. Perhaps you could salvage this and be brave for once.

With shaking hands you went into discord, typing a message into your chat with Namjoon, and when you hit send you got to witness his reaction in real time for the first time ever.

On your screen you heard the loud buzz of his phone, his eyes trailing to the top of his phone before he broke into a huge grin. Your lips moved automatically, mirroring his smile.

He ended his livestream with a few finger hearts and a goodbye, and ten seconds later you had a new message.

yn: I would love to be friends if you’ll have me still john: thank god! you have no idea how happy this makes me

As you read his message, your smile grew and you forgot why you were embarrassed in the first place. Kim Namjoon was your friend, and you had never felt luckier than in that moment.

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emiliosandozsequence · 4 months

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what are ur true crime documentary recommendations?

OH I GOT SO MANY hang on let me go look through the streaming services i use to remember them.

needless to say trigger warning for all of these!! and yes i have watched all of these at least once!!

relentless

i'll be gone in the dark

the texas killing fields

night stalker: the hunt for a serial killer

sins of our mother

the devil next door

i am a killer

i am a stalker

the puppet master: the ultimate conman

the curious case of natalia grace

making a murderer

the keepers

the trial of gabriel fernandez

the anthrax attacks

murder mountain

the girl in the picture

murdaugh murders: a southern scandal

capturing the killer nurse

the tinder swindler

keep sweet pray and obey

the family

evil genius

the murder of gabby petito

down the hill: the delphi murders

lost women of highway 20

mommy dead and dearest

the cheshire murders

finding andrea

heaven's gate: the cult of cults

there's something wrong with aunt diane

beware the slenderman

who killed garret philips?

murder in boston: root, rampage, and reckoning

the murder of laci peterson

wild crime: murder in yosemite

wild crime: blood mountain

murder among the mormons

crime beat

dark desires

there is 100% ones i'm forgetting, but!! these are some of my favs from netflix, hbomax, and hulu!!

#ask #anonymous #the only reason i have so many streaming services is bc my mother in law pays for them all

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gloombeauty · 6 months

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I thought you would be interested to see this. Lanaboards didn't sign it which I think was a smart move. This was posted by Lana fans on instagram. I don't follow any Lana pages except Lana herself at Honeymoon. How dare these fans. They act like Lana could do anything about this. She signed the celebrity petition standing with Israel which has their panties in a twist. It seems that the majority of Lana fans are on the free Palestinian side of things. Even Lana's stalker Ricky Dat1guitarguy was disgusted by this letter. I agree with the stalker. 🫠

I'm only aware of anything that's happening because I follow @lanadelreyvisualaesthetics page and get some Lana updates from that page. I'm not a big fan of Lana fans (stans) because for the most part, they are terrifyingly insane. Not all of them, but about 98% of them. @lanadelreyvisualaesthetics falls in the category of Lana fans that are mentally stable and normal. I also look at Lana's own Honeymoon account when she opens it publicly just to get some kind of a update. But seeing as Lana promotes other people's work more then her own work, there's not much to get out of it. I don't have a IG account so I usually just bookmark pages I'm interested in to see what's happening. I'm only on tumblr for the most part.

That being said, I saw this post this morning. That's how I found out about this open letter to LDR.

These insane Lana stans have been over stepping Lana's boundaries for years. Let me remind people what happened the last time fans overstepped their boundaries with Lana:

Exhibit A:

She is just way too nice with these crazy stans. She needs to learn to keep her distance. I don't know why she's so nice to these crazy people. She follows them and replies to their stupid questions. That's why what happened during that chat group years ago actually happened.

If anything, look at how she goes about dealing with Dat1guitarguy on IG. This psychopath stands in her backyard. He follows her all over LA. He follows her to all her events. He drives to and from work driving by her house everyday. He goes to Hillsong just to sit a few chairs away from Lana just to stare at her the whole night. Dat1guitarguy is so deranged, he had his friend pretend he was wheelchair bound just so he can sit front row in the theater and watch Lana interview Joan Baez for her documentary. Several normal fans recognized him and called security. Security threw his ass out of the theater right along with his friend and his damn wheelchair.

What does Lana do? She follows him on IG which is the wrong thing to do. It's encouraging a crazy person to think you are both friends.

Like I said before, she's too damn nice.

I hope when she takes a look at this stupidly written open letter, she blocks each and every account that signed it. Lanaboards is probably a "Free Palestine" idiot just as well but chose not sign that letter because they knew Lana would be pissed. The fear of Lana unfollowing them is real. It would be the end of their world. All you have to do is go on Lanaboards and see all the "Free Palestine" crap posted daily on that forum. The blowup doll that owns Lanaboards (Elle) isn't the brightest bulb in the box but she's smart enough to know that she doesn't want Lana to unfollow her. Not a smart cookie in general but definitely a smart move.

With this open letter (which was created by the person who runs that corny fanpage Delreydear on IG) this just adds to the mental instabilities of this fandom. This open letter is the stupidest thing I read in a while, not to mention, very antisemitic. This idiot did not blame the real cause of these atrocities or blamed the real culprits who are behind all this death and destruction of the Palestine people - HAMAS. Hamas were the ones who went to a festival in Israel and slaughtered and kidnapped hundreds of innocent people. They started this. They are the ones to blame. They filmed everything they did and boasted it on social media. Yet, some of these idiot sympathizers are denying the monstrosities of what was done, even though there's film of it. To make matters worst, Hamas camp at and hide in hospitals and refugee camps. They hide behind the innocent civilians who are getting blown up. Israel warned these people to leave but Hamas didn't allow them to leave. They were forced to stay. Instead of blaming Hamas, Israel is getting blamed. What did these people expect? Israel to sit on their hands while Hamas literally swooped in and kidnapped, brutalized, raped, burned, shot and decapitated their people? Get real. This is what war is. I didn't see anyone complain 20 + years ago after 9/11, when we went to war to defend our home and freedom. I didn't see anyone complain about Ukraine defending themselves from Russia. But Israel defend themselves from terrorists? How dare they! Monsters!

Now you got a bunch of woke whiny pansies screaming in the streets or college campuses "Free Palestine" and ripping down kidnaped/missing people posters off walls. Lets not forget all the "gas the Jews!" chants at all these protests. Lets not forget all these young Jewish kids having to hide at libraries or dorm rooms now because they are being threatened by these pansies in the middle of campus. There's a special place in hell for people like this.

Also, let us not forget what happened to Shani Louk. What a tragedy. This girl was kidnapped from the festival, raped, brutalized and her body paraded in the back of a truck where she was being spat on by these disgusting terrorists. These monsters are the people these stupid Lana stans and the "Free Palestine" idiots are "trying to save".

Not counting all the real innocent Palestinians who are victims of Hamas just like the people in Israel.

Signing off this post with the face of this tragedy, Shani Louk. After they were finished with her, they decapitated her. It's been confirmed a piece of her skull was found in the streets of Gaza. Anyone defending or sticking up for these terrorists are as disgusting as the terrorists themselves.

Keep an eye on @StopAntisemites on X/Twitter for all the whiny antisemites getting ID and fired from their jobs. Fuck around and find out.

#lana del rey #shani louk #i stand with israel

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felixschokehold · 1 year

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The Volturi and true crime media

!!!This post mentions potentially sensitive topics surrounding true crime, proceed at your own discretion!!!

The Kings

Aro- his favorite documentaries are ones that cover an innocent person being framed for a serious crime (ie Making A Murderer)

Marcus- he enjoys (to the best of his emotional capacity) shows about cases being solved after a long time (ie Cold Case Files) or already solved cases (Forensic Files)

Caius- he loves watching episodes about a crazed lover snapping and killing their significant other(ie My Lover My Killer)

The Inner Guard

Felix- he loves watching docus on the "golden era" of serial killers (ie Night Stalker, Son Of Sam, Bundy, etc)

Demetri- he really enjoys the shows that focus on the obsessive side of dangerous behavior that ends in tragedy (ie I Am A Stalker)

Jane- of course, our gorl loves watching docus about history's finest criminal women (ie... Women Behind Bars?)

Alec- he enjoys watching shows that focus on present-day cases (ie 48 Hours)

credit to one of the users in the Volturi discord server for inspiring this post!

#volturi #volturi headcanons #alec #jane #felix #demetri #aro #caius #marcus #my headcanon #my headcanons #the volturi and true crime media

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sio-writes · 2 years

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Monstober Day 1!

Today’s Prompt is: Wings, Romanced, and Scary but Gentle! (SFW - 3.5k words)

We have a scary shadow monster who just wants the attention of our female MC, but doesn’t quite know how to go about it. TW for past character deaths, and as always take care of yourselves!

It started with the note on your doorstep, a small folded piece of paper with black marks of questionable origin at the corners, as if the person handling the note had stained their hands with ink, and folded the paper in shaking hands before placing it carefully on your doorstep. The note was accompanied by a single rose that was all but torn off the bush, petals falling off, a stem as long as your arm, and thorns that poke your skin. The note is a single word, hastily scribbled on the page that it may as well be an afterthought: Hi.

You look up and down the street, trying to peer through the curtain of darkness beyond the streetlight, your eyes forming shapes where none exist. It does nothing to calm your nerves. Stalkers are a thing for celebrities, true crime documentaries. It could never--should never!--happen to you. This could only lead to your face being plastered all over the news. Missing girl, presumed dead. She is survived by her golden retriever, Kat.

Seeing nothing, you turn back into your house. You had originally opened the door to go grab the mail, but your surprise delivery chucked that option right out the window. You flip the note in your hands, continuing the eventual news story of your death as you contemplate opening the letter.

"Back to you Susan. Why yes, Kat is a ridiculously dumb name for a dog. Maybe that's why the killer decided to go for her. She lived alone, in a stupidly clean house left by her parents. She has no family--oh what a poor dear--her friends described her as awkward, kinda shifty, and--"

Okay, this is getting depressing.

You briefly contemplate throwing the rose in the garbage disposal, but settle for shoving it in the trash, underneath the last of your sister's magazines that you fished from underneath her bed. No names come to mind of this…whoever dropped this note. The only people who had ever given you flowers were your parents on Valentine's Day, and the funeral director after you buried everyone. The whole house smelled like perfume for weeks, and you still found the dried up remains of petals and leaves when you swept the house every weekend. It couldn't be anyone at the college, the campus is so big you're practically invisible, just the way you like it.

Was this some sick joke? A prankster poking fun at your tragedy? If so, why would they leave such an…awkward note?

Hi? Hardly Ted Bundy. Maybe that's how it all starts, though.

The small, cryptic note flutters out of your fingers and to the top of the trash can. You close the lid and that's the last you think about it.

***

That is, until you nearly step on a candy bar with a small white paper attached to the front.

This paper is larger than the first, and it reads:

I realized too late how absolutely horrifying it is to get a single rose on your doorstep in the middle of the night. I promise I'm not a murderer, I'm just extremely, unbelievably awkward. So please don't call the cops I haven't talked to a human in So I thought a gift left during the day would be better. I put my number on If you don't like chocolate I left some money in the card, but girls still like chocolate, right? Anyway, would you want to meet up in the park tonight at sunset? A good public place I'll be there under that massive ass oak tree on the far end but like if you don't show I'll take the hint and leave you alone forever.

You smile despite yourself. It's endearing, this scribbled note, something you could imagine hastily shoved into your locker in high school. It could have come from anyone, but you're the only college-age person on this block. There are a few houses for rent in the neighborhood that have been taken up by students around your age range. But do you just go knock on their door and ask? Just…introduce yourself? You quickly banish the thought from your mind. Hell no.

What to do about this note? You wonder as you wander from the front door and into the living room. You could report it to the police, but they won't do anything until you're actually being attacked. The note did say that if you didn't show that they'd leave you alone, but you can't exactly take a stranger at their word. Besides, it wasn't like they were sending you severed heads or anything. Just a…really badly trimmed rose and a chocolate bar you wouldn't eat.

You're not known for taking risks, but maybe this one might not end in your body parts being sent to the police. You've packed a bag full of snacks, a cooler of drinks to act as a weapon should you need it, and grabbed your dad's bullhorn from the garage before heading out towards the park.

It's not a huge park, it's more like a few empty lots thrown together with a sidewalk around the perimeter. They added some nice trees a few years back, though, so at least it feels like a proper park when you jump the gate.

The park is empty, and dark, and creepy turns into terrifying when you spot your mystery date. They're hunched over like a grandma, underneath a large blanket that does nothing but add another tick to your "Creepy Fucking Things" list.

You stand a good twenty feet back and shout just loud enough so they'll hear you, "I have the police back there."

They scoff, a teenage male voice sounding out, "No you don't." It's like there's two people speaking at once.

You take a step forward and ready your cooler bag. It's heavy as hell. "So why're you hiding?"

The form moves like they're shaking their head. "I'm just pretty scary lookin' and I didn't want you to run off."

You squint. "Scary how?"

There's a long pause, then he steps around the tree, and your breath catches in your throat. He's at least six feet tall, and completely covered in shadow. With the light of the streetlamp you can make out a large humanoid body, with massive clawed feet and curling horns. A long tail wraps around one muscled leg, and the blanket falls away to reveal a pair of massive bat-like wings. Set in their face is two glowing white eyes, illuminating their features that are as inhuman as the rest of them.

The voice that comes out is the same, that layered teenage male, and you see why when a mouth opens not only in the face, but on the side of the neck. "Please don't scream."

You're too frozen to scream, let alone run for the hills like your brain is forcefully telling you to.

He sits heavily on the ground, hands held up in surrender. On the ground lays a layer of soot from where he stood, and you shiver at the cleaning nightmare.

Instead of running, you thrust your hand out, and offer your name.

The shadow looks surprised, eyes widening before reaching out with one cloudy hand and enveloping yours in it. His movements are stilted, but not nervous, like a stop-motion film you saw in your history class.

"Nice to meet you," he says quietly, and sits on the bare ground. "I'd tell you my name, but I don't remember it."

Looking down at your hand, you see he also left a layer of black soot.

Just past sunset, you can see some of the animals are still awake. A crowd of ducks makes their way towards you, quacking happily. You sit across from him, ignoring the wet grass and how it sinks into your jeans.

He fiddles with his hands for a moment before speaking up, "Did you like the chocolate?"

"How do you know where I live?" you ask a little forcefully.

He cringes away, shoulders hunching around his ears. "I've seen you walk into that house before."

"You were following me."

"No! Fuck no. I was in the woods across the street and just happened to see you come out of the house."

You fold your arms over your chest and hum, unconvinced. "And you were just going to keep leaving creepy messages on my doorstep." He withers under your skeptical look.

"I don't have a cell phone, and I thought it would be even creepier if I called you out of nowhere." He holds up a bag, and you think it's for you until he reaches inside and pulls out a handful of halved grapes. As he tosses them to the ducks, he says, "I'm not here to hurt you, I promise."

"Then why are you here?" You narrow your eyes.

"Because you can see me."

"See you," you respond flatly.

"Yeah," he nods. "Most people can't. Well, everyone in the world except my parents, and these ducks, and apparently you."

"Why?" you ask, tone harsh.

"Haven't the foggiest. I did consider calling you to explain first, though."

"You have my number?"

He shrugs, tossing a halved grape to a duck. "Phonebook. You're the only one on that street with a landline anymore."

You think of the five pound tome that you use to press flowers currently sitting in your kitchen. You'd never bothered to look into it before, but you make a mental note to call someone about removing your address. "Not many people have phonebooks either," you mumble, and the darkness is split by a wide grin.

"I really am sorry I scared you. I was only trying to woo you."

You grin. "Woo me, huh? By stealing greenery and leaving horrifying notes?" The fear from earlier is ebbing. If he really did want to hurt you, he could've done so weeks ago.

He shrinks away from you, looking at the ground and meekly tossing more halved grapes. "It's what I've seen in all the movies. Would it have been less creepy if I had knocked on your door?"

Automatically, you open your mouth to disagree, but thinking about it…Yeah you would've called an exorcist.

He scoffs. "That's what I thought," he says.

Conversation rolls easy between you two, so easy that an hour passes without you realizing it until he runs out of grapes.

"Your pet dog is named…cat?" He brings up two arms and holds them to his head, fingers crooked in the facsimile of ears. His head falls to one side and you suppress a smile. Adorable.

"Yes, Kat with a K. She's named after my old cat, Lassie."

He doesn't respond, only blinks owlishly at you, and you assume the joke is lost on him.

"Never mind," you shake your head and, wanting to avoid the awkwardness, turn to the small cooler you brought. "Want a drink? Do you…drink?"

He shrugs, looking down at the ground. "It won't taste like anything--Wait, no, it tastes like tap water, and I hate tap water."

"You know what tap water is?"

He gives you a blank expression. "I'm not that old."

"How old are you?"

"What year is it?"

"2022."

He grins. "Shit, I must be at least 50, then. That's trippy as hell."

"But you sound like you're my age."

"I was, uh," he starts, and you see his head bowed in concentration. "I was somewhere around there when I--" he stops, and both mouths are set into a frown. "When I…" He blinks several times, distracted and far off. "Shit, I don't remember how old I am."

"You haven't always been like this?"

He shakes his head. "Nope, fucked up and got cursed, I think."

You tilt your head. "Can I ask what happened?"

He looks around, the empty park. Well, empty except for the ducks.

"I used to live here--" he gestures with one arm, soot flying into the breeze. "In this neighborhood. Back in the 90's. My little brother-- he was possessed by, god I still don't know what it was--a spirit? A demon? Something. Anyway, we did everything we could. We called priests, mediums, we moved houses, tore down the old one. Shit, I remember the Satanic Temple knocking on our door. Everything. The only thing that worked was this Wiccan we found in the phonebook. She brought crystals and a…Bee Gees board? And we pulled that thing out of my brother--it was ugly as shit--and I tried to do what that girl said, I really did!" He stops, his hands falling to his side. "But something…went wrong. I still don't know what. The thing went back for my brother and I jumped in front of it and--" He stops, taking a deep breath. "Next thing I know," he waves his arm, and a cascade of soot falls to the ground.

He sighs through his nose. "My bro moved out first chance he got, but my folks, they--" he runs a hand over his head, like he's pushing back a mop of hair.

"I know I look whack, but I don't feel anything in there--" he taps his chest with one long finger. "The demon, I mean. I think we killed it, but it left me like this. One last fuck you, I guess. We tried everything again a second time to get it out of me. Pretty sure my parents had our priest on speed-dial. My folks stuck around because they're awesome, but no one could see me except them."

"What did you do?"

He barks a laugh, sharp and humorless and doubled from both mouths. "It's not like I could go to back to school. I putzed around with online schooling once that hit big, but like--what's the point? What was I gonna do with that?"

You grimace. "I'm so sorry."

"I got super into video games, fuckin' crushed Donkey Kong and Mario. But my folks, they--" he sighs. "They just kept getting older. One day my dad had a stroke and my mom couldn't take care of the house on her own. I helped all I could, but I was--am--ridiculously depressed."

You rest a hand on his arm, offering an understanding expression. You want to say that he doesn't have to offer his life story, but you get the feeling that he hasn't talked to anyone in at least a decade. It hasn't been a decade for you, but you know the feeling of not talking to anyone. Not wanting to burden them with your problems.

He takes a sharp inhale, looking out at the ducks like an audience. "Being invisible, I guess I could go anywhere I want, but like-- and I tried to, explored the West Coast and basically walked from here to Alaska, but I was by myself. I didn't--couldn't--talk to a single person." He looks at you, then down at the hand on his arm as if just now realizing it was there. "So I thought that maybe someone around here would be able to see me. Eventually." He smiles at you. "And I was right."

You shiver, the night is getting cold, but you don't want to be alone. First impressions aside, this has been…nice. Comforting, even. He offers you the blanket he'd used to conceal himself earlier, and it takes the bite out of the wind.

You narrow your eyes in concern, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. "Aren't you cold?"

He shrugs. "Everything is cold. Not like in the snow, but when the A/C is turned down too low, or your fan is just a little too fast and you don't have a blanket. There's a small breeze, every so often, that I can't get used to." He scuffs the ground with one big hand, looking down sheepishly. "But seeing you made me feel warm again."

The following silence is awkward, you want to offer him another drink or something, but there's something about sitting under the stars that has a calming effect on you. So you let the moment sit, soaking in the fact that the being next to you just confessed something big, and that's okay.

He's the one to break the silence, "So what about you?"

You pull your gaze from the sky and look to him. "Me?"

"Yeah. You're practically my age, but you're here all by yourself. I do nothing but look through windows to watch TV all day and--like no offense, but with the housing market the way it is and jobs so different nowadays…"

"What're you getting at," you snap, sharper than you intended by the way he flinches back, and guilt makes you snap your mouth shut.

"All I'm saying is that a millennial shouldn't be able to own a house. Not unless you're…" he shimmies his shoulders to mimic…something exotic you assume.

You cock an eyebrow and he holds his hands up. "I'm just saying! I've never seen you leave the house."

You sigh heavily, one arm uncrossing to pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm not a stripper, or whatever you thought you were miming there. My parents died."

He flinches. "Shit."

"My sister too. Car crash. I was the only survivor."

"That's awful."

You shrug. "It…it happens."

He reaches out, grabs your hand. You want to shudder at the imprint of burnt ash, seeping into the cracks of your skin. But it's outweighed by the comfort, the relief that comes with the weight of another hand in yours.

"They left you the house?"

"Mom and Dad both had good jobs and the house was already paid off when they…" You look around the park, just like he had earlier. It's just like the kitchen. Just like your room. Just like home. Empty. "I was already 18, and didn't see the point in wasting their life insurance on another one."

"Do you hate it?"

You hadn't thought about that. "Sometimes. But mostly it's just…sad. I finally cleaned out my sister's room last week, and it felt like I was throwing her out. Everything feels…old. Stale. But I can 't bring myself to change any of it. I don't…" you sniff, fighting back tears. "I don't want to forget them."

His thumb rubs over your hand. "I think you should leave."

You snatch your hand out of his. "I'm not selling it."

"I didn't say to sell it! I said get out." He reaches for you, grabbing for your arm. "You said it's already paid off right? So why not go somewhere? Travel a little? I know a great spot on Route 66 for pancakes."

You give him a disgusted look, like the very thought of leaving makes you sick. But it's the thought of staying that's making you feel like this. Day in and day out, it's been the same since you came back home.

He lets go of your arm, and you try not to brush away the layer of soot. "Listen, I spent so long cooped up with my folks, I started to hate it, hate them. It wasn't their fault, and I don't think it was mine either. I think it was just…being stuck in that fucking house really got to me, man. I think it's getting to you, too."

The vice over your heart starts to loosen. "...You mean it?"

"Sure I do! I mean, if you want to…"

"What about college?"

He throws his hands up, excited now. "It's not goin' anywhere! Enroll when you get back!"

"A-And we'd come back here?" You bite at your thumb, nervous.

"Home base, baby! You gotta have an anchor."

Okay, it sounds like a good idea. A great idea, actually. You'd have a friend--or something more-- to go with, someone to talk to."...Okay."

"Wait what?"

You said it, you're on board, now it's in your veins, pumping you up. "I said okay! Let's go!"

His face breaks into a grin along with the mouth on his neck, and he launches forward to tackle you to the ground in a hug. His form is mostly shadow, but he's soft against you, and cool to the touch. Still a solid presence.

"We have to bring Kat, though."

"Of course, of course!"

You're actually doing this. You've known this guy for all of two hours and you're going road-tripping with him. And oddly enough, that doesn’t scare you at all.

***

"That everything?" he asks as you slam the trunk of your dad's car closed. Well, it's been your car for a few years now, but you still think of it as his.

"Yep," you say, pushing your sleeves up your elbows and mentally running through a list of items. Wallet and keys, got 'em. Clothes, check. Bathroom stuff, check. Snacks and drinks for the road, check. Kat and her stuff, all sitting in the back seat. Your road-trip buddy is sitting in the passenger seat, fascinated by the electric seat warmers.

As you climb into the car, you turn to him. "I can't do this. I can't keep calling you Shadow." You make a face at the comparison your brain makes to the hedgehog.

"Why not?" he says, maneuvering the chair as far back as it'll go until Kat starts licking his face. The dog seeing him had been another surprise. "I think it makes me sound cool--Oh! What about Shane? It's kinda like Shade, but not, ya dig?"

"Okay Shane," you draw out his name. "Where to?"

"Hmm," Shane hums, and begins telling you about the wonders of the West Coast. You realized very quickly that he will talk until your ears bleed, so as you pull out of the driveway, you get one more look at your house, tears pricking your eyes as you imagine your family all waving you off.

"I'll be right back."

***

Tomorrow is Tails, mind-break, Language barrier-- See you all then!

#my writing #monstober #day 1 #terato #exophillia #teratophillia #shadow monster #monster boyfriend #SFW.#this was a CRUNCH #but i'm happy with it

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