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[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

#this quote makes me want to stare at the wall for 7 hours straight #on love #clarice lispector #words #quotes

[pov-anshika]

okay. but do they care?

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[myhauntedsalem]

13 True Horror Stories from the Psychiatric Ward that Will Give You the Creeps

Death, illness and tragedy have long been part of the history of insane asylums, and for as long as they have existed, so too have the scary stories associated with them. From haunted hospitals to sadistic doctors and nurses, psychiatric wards have been the inspiration for many of our favorite horror movies and books. Yet, the true stories told by the psych ward workers below far surpass any horrors that we might have seen at the cinema or read in a book.

Without further ado, here are thirteen of some of the creepiest psych ward stories on the internet that have been shared by health care professionals.

1. Holding her own Eyes

My mom told me this story from her time at a neuropsychiatric ward while she was in grad school. She was making her routine room checks and happened upon the most horrific scene I’ve ever heard.

This was during the night shift, and generally, all the patients’ bedroom doors should be closed. So my mom turned a corner and noticed an open door. She saw a staff member’s legs on the floor, halfway out the doorway.

When she looked into the room, she saw the patient, a woman with a severe postpartum psychiatric disorder, who had just gouged both of her own eyes out with her bare hands. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding her eyes in her hands.

The first staff member to witness the scene, who was now lying face down on the floor, had a heart attack when he first witnessed the woman while he was making his rounds.

My mom screamed for help and frantically tried to perform CPR on the staff member. All the while, the woman just sat rather calmly, holding her own eyes.

2. The Saw

I work as a psychotherapist in a hospital system. My definition of creepy is probably quite a bit different from other medical professionals.

The one that got to me the most was a patient who came to us after attempting suicide by sawing both his arms off at the forearm with a table saw. His arms were reattached, fairly successfully too, with only limited impairments in mobility. All I could think was how bad it would have to be to live in his head that sawing his arms off seemed better than that.

He has since completed suicide.

3. Jane?

We had a young lady in our custody with quite a few issues. We’ll call her Jane. Jane’s first night at our facility staff doing a bed check found Jane in a puddle of blood. Turns out Jane had been slicing the skin around her shin with her finger nails and was pulling her skin up her leg, essentially de-gloving her calf.

Jane also had a ritual she performed every night before bed. While in her room she would run between walls in her room touching them in a crucifix pattern. After doing this for a few hours she would sit on her bed and go to sleep. This particular night Jane was frantic in her pace, practically running between walls. Our night staff observed the entire interaction and reported Jane screaming late into the night. When the staff went to check on Jane she reported Jane standing in the doorway smiling. The staff asked what was wrong and Jane replied, “what makes you think you are speaking to Jane?”

4. The Vampire

My mom worked in mental institutions in her younger years (and actually worked at a large, well-known asylum before it was shut down.)

There was one woman there that thought she was a vampire of sorts. She was only allowed out one hour a day, and they had to use safety precautions. She had already attacked and killed at least one hospital worker before these were enacted.

When my Mom asked about her, it was revealed that she had killed at least two of her children, wounded another as well as her husband because she had some sort of physical condition called Porphyria, which apparently made her crave blood.

By the time that they discovered there was something physically wrong with her, she already had lost her mind from guilt and grief.

5. The Spitter

I’m not a psychologist but my friend is. She told me about a patient of hers who was HIV positive and a paranoid schizophrenic. He thought that the nurses who worked at the hospital he was in were trying to kill him, so he would frequently bite his tongue, and spit HIV positive blood into their faces/mouths. When they had to come into contact with him, they were required to wear full masks and gloves.

6. The Only One

I once knew a woman who had spent part of her residency at a psychiatric hospital for people with severe mental conditions. Apparently, the grounds had a lovely, enclosed greenhouse. One day, one of their schizophrenic patients was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, as a heron frantically flew around. It had found its way in and, not being able to escape, it was smashing into the large panes of glass. The man just sat there watching.

Finally, my counselor asked him if the bird was bothering him and he kind of sighed and said, “Thank god, I thought I was the only one seeing that.”

7. Family Photographs

My sister is the director of a psychiatric hospital. There was recently a lady there who would cut her arms, legs and torso open and place photographs of her family under her skin.

8. Under the Bed

Once, a fellow female patient told me she found writings under her bed. They were just old, small wooden bed frames with hard mattresses that would make all kinds of noises when you rolled over, but I still wondered what exactly she was doing lying under her bed to find these writings.

When she first told me, I thought it was a joke. But sure enough, one day during group we managed to sneak away, and she showed me. Indeed, there were stories written under her bed. After that, we had everyone check under their own beds, and there was more writing under every single bed.

They were stories of patients who had stayed here before, or ways they were planning on killing themselves, or who the good and bad nurses were. It creeped me out.

9. Time of Death

Well, my mother was a nurse that specialized in geriatrics, and she worked for several hospice hospitals for many years. She often described situations at her work with several of the patients. She would say that each person tends to have a very similar “checklist” that they follow right before death. This checklist often ended in a very similar way.

They would get caught talking to someone that wasn’t there. When asked who they (otherwise lucid people) were talking to, they would describe an individual who was already dead. When asked what they were talking about, they would say that their relative wanted to know if they were ready to move on. A pretty common response would be, “Yeah, he/she said that she will take me tomorrow at 3:00.” Well, it would often happen that they would die at the exact time their relatives quoted.

10. The Test Subject

I had an hour-long conversion with a delusional guy who was confined to a mental health facility, and who was probably smarter than I am. Lots of these folks believe that somebody – often the CIA – is either beaming thoughts into their heads, or has implanted a microchip in their brains for this purpose. This guy was offering a very thoughtful argument as to why such claims should not be so quickly dismissed.

“It’s precisely because such delusions are so common that mental patients make the best test subjects,” he said. There he was, confined and protected, constantly observed, his health and behavior documented, and there is zero chance that anyone would ever take his concerns seriously. How else would you test and improve such technology? Does the government not have a strong motivation and a plausible ability to create such a device?

“You can see I’m not irrational,” the man said. “I’m just straight-up telling you that they are doing this to me. I know just how unbelievable it sounds, and yet, here I am.”

11. The Boy who Loved Knives

As a tech in psych years ago, there was a 7-year-old kid sent to the floor because the mom didn’t know what to do with him. Sadly, common thing to happen, even if the kids don’t have psych issues. Anyway, the mom was shaking and crying, and they had to take the kid into another room. She was genuinely afraid of her own son. She had suspected something was wrong when she kept finding mutilated animals in the backyard, but never heard or saw coyotes or anything around. The neighbors smaller pets started disappearing. The boy had an obsession with knives, hiding them around the house. Denying anything when the mom confronted him. Then when the two started getting into arguments, he would get really violent and hit her, push her down and kick her, threaten to kill her. On multiple occasions she woke up in the middle of the night with him standing beside her bed, staring her in the face. She put extra locks on her bedroom door to feel safe while she slept. The last straw was when she lifted up his mattress and found 50+ knives of all shapes and sizes under there. So she brought him to us.

I remember talking to him, treating him like he was just any other kid that came through. He seemed remarkably normal, until you spoke directly to him. He had this way of looking right through you, or maybe like he didn’t see you at all while you were speaking.

He would respond like a robot, like he was just saying words because that’s what we wanted to hear. And he would always put on this creepy, dead-looking smile. Like all mouth and no eye involvement in the smile. Especially when he would get away with something, like taking another kid’s markers and they couldn’t figure it out. Still gives me chills laying here thinking about him.

I believe I met a 7-year-old psychopath.

12. The New Mom

I was a pharmacy technician at a hospital with a psych ward for some time. We would have to go around with a cart and dispense the patients’ medications, and being a 5’2″ girl, a security guard or male nurse would accompany me, just as a precaution. I never had any real issues other than the occasional death grip onto my arm or manic outbursts, but there was one boy who was entirely different.

His chart said he was nine and he had pale skin, dark hair, and huge bright, green eyes. He always greeted me in the most polite way, asked how I was doing, and always found something different to compliment me on every time. He was extremely well-spoken and mature for his age, so I began looking forward to seeing him, as normal small talk is definitely cherished in that setting. If he saw me outside of his room in the halls, he made sure to say hello and always called me “Miss Jones” or “ma’am.”

One day, a couple of our female nurses saw me pause to chat with him in the hallway, and waved me over to ask if I was out of my mind. Apparently, when he was in kindergarten, he grew an intense attachment to his young female teacher.

This escalated to the point of him calling her “Mom” and leaving notes for her about how he wished he were her son. He had a normal home-life with both parents, and the teacher tried to explain to him that she couldn’t be his mom because that would hurt his real mother’s feelings, and that she already had that job covered.

So, he went home and, killed his own mother in her sleep by cutting her throat, so his teacher could be his mom. The female staff had a general rule of not interacting with him excessively to prevent any kind of attachment from forming.

13. Bugs

Nothing I can say can possibly describe the year I worked in Psychiatric Intensive Care. Creepy isn’t the thing that comes to mind when I think back on it…more heartbreaking and horrifying. But creepiness was a part of it. Especially evening and night shifts, naturally.

There is always something disturbing about watching someone while they hallucinate. You can tell it is 100% real to them, and something about that makes you believe it, on some level. A lot of stories end with, “and of course, I had to look over my shoulder to make sure”. You see the emotions it brings out.

There was a woman that came in and sat down across the table from me for her admission interview. She had bandages all over her arms and scotch tape over her mouth and ears. She looked very uncomfortable and wouldn’t really sit still. When the nurse would ask her a question, she would peel the corner of the tape back and answer, then stick the tape back on really fast.

We eventually found out that she saw and felt bugs crawling all over her, and they were trying to get inside her body. The tape was to keep the bugs out. The bandages were because some bugs got in and she had to dig them out. She couldn’t sit still because she felt the bugs all over her even while we sat and talked. The worst part was, she had some idea that it was her mind playing tricks on her. Can you imagine going through your life, feeling like someone is continuously dumping buckets of cockroaches on your head, feeling like they’re all over you and getting inside of you to the point that you’re digging chunks out of your flesh in a panic, all while knowing intellectually that none of it is real?

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[kaznejis]

I choose you- Marco Peña x reader

@rayof-sunnie said: Hi! I absolutely love your Marco fanfics and I hope to see more of them, since I literally fell in love with him. I was wondering if you can write a fanfic where the reader (a singer) knows Marco is falling out of love with her and she lets him go and it’s all sad and angst but bam he realizes she’s the one after she sings I choose you by Alessia Cara. Sorry if it’s too much to ask

A/N: Thankyou so much for sending this prompt! I’ve noticed this is a recurring quote during requests and I just want to say that no request is ever too much, I enjoy writing and I love turning your prompts into something real! <3

Sorry for the wait on this one, I had a first draft that I wrote about 1200 words of but then ended up scrapping it- so here’s the second draft!

Word Count: 2820 words

Feel free to send in any prompts! 

High school relationships don’t always last. It’s what the people around you had said for years- their advice was always to save relationships for college because then the two of you would have a better chance at surviving the real world. You’d promise to stick to this, going to the lengths of keeping to yourself so that you wouldn’t ever be enticed. 

But then, Marco came to your school. 

Obviously, you hadn’t jumped straight into it there and then. The two of you had been mere acquaintances at first; nothing but polite smiles in the hallway and casual conversation if you were seated beside each other. Marco had been focusing on sport and Elle Evans at the time, so nothing happened between the two of you. 

Though you did think the guy was hot- you couldn’t deny that. With his dark curly hair, broad muscles and smiles to die for; what wasn’t there to like? You brushed it off as just a small interest though due to the whole, you know, saving yourself until college thing. 

Nevertheless, Marco’s sort of relationship with Elle quickly crashed to the ground almost as soon as it had started- leaving the boy devastated and confused. This is where you came into the picture, going from an outlined figure in the background to the centre point of the illustration. 

It had been like any other day: walk to school, grab essentials from your locker, go to class. Despite this, an interruption came in the pursuit to said class. Marco, leant against his locker with his head resting on the cool metal. 

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”

“What?” Marco’s head shot up, his hair a wild mess as he turned to look at you, “Oh, hey Y/N.” 

“Hey,” You smiled slightly before repeating your previous statement, “Are you okay?”

Marco turned to lean his back against the locker and practically crumpled into it before releasing a heavy breath out of his nose, “I think everyone in this school is aware of what happened.”

“Yeah,” You coughed out as you lent against the locker beside his, “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Don’t be, I’m better off without her.”

“Well, at least you're staying confident and optimistic?”

“Yeah,” He laughed, it looked like he hadn’t done that in a while, “It’s the only way to stay afloat.”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you stared at the sad boy beside you, “Do you want to skip class and grab a coffee?”

“Sure.”

And that is where it all began.

-

It looked like a whirlwind had swept through your dorm room as you rushed to find the bracelet Marco had gifted you for your previous birthday- the two of you were going on a date, something that you hadn’t been able to do in forever due to the stress of college and separation in general. It was weird though, you and Marco had attended the same college therefore causing you to be relieved that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be necessary. 

Despite this, you felt like Marco was far away and not in the vicinity of a 5 minute walk across campus.

At the start of the school year, you and Marco had been attached at the hip- meeting before and after classes, sleeping in each other’s room most nights, doing homework/studying and just generally being together. Eventually, the stress of exam season got to the both of you and seeing each other every day turned to seeing each other once a week. 

But now you were just confused, exam season had ended weeks ago but at this point you and Marco saw each other once or twice every two weeks. So, you swallowed your pride and arranged a romantic night out consisting of a candle lit dinner.

Turning in the mirror and running your eyes up and down your outfit- you decided that you looked good. After weeks of wearing nothing but sweatpants and oversized hoodies, wearing a flattering dress was exactly the confidence boost you needed; seeing Marco’s reaction would only fuel that. For the date itself you’d decided on a small Italian restaurant only a few minutes walk from campus, after that the two of you would stroll leisurely back to campus before returning to one of your respective dorms where you would spend the night together. A perfect, fool proof plan. 

At least, that’s what you had thought. 

-

The most essential factor for a successful date with your boyfriend…is that said boyfriend actually shows up. 

This is the thought you mused to yourself in a burst of sarcasm as you curled into your stupidly thin coat on a bench in front of the restaurant you had arranged to meet Marco at- 40 minutes ago. Exhaling harshly, you hauled yourself up from the bench and did nothing but stare up at the sky as thunder crackled from above. At that moment, you made a decision- one that did not make your dorm the desired location.

Embarrassment filled every fibre of your being as you trudged through the halls of the college dorms completely alone wearing a tight dress and heels. Once you reached the dorm in question, you rapped loudly on the door (which earned you a number of dirty looks) and waited for the person on the other side of the door to answer. 

“Hello, Who’s there?” A voice called sleepily from the other side of the door as it opened, “Oh...hey Y/N.”

“Marco,” You pushed past him and walked into the room, moving to grab a fluffy towel, “You better have a great excuse for what happened tonight.”

As you made an attempt to wring out your soaked hair, Marco went and sat back down on the messy bed at the side of the room- he must’ve been asleep, “What do you mean ‘what happened tonight?’ I’ve been asleep since 7, you know college has me exhausted.”

You stopped your frantic scrubbing and paused, letting the towel drop to the floor, “What?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

“You don’t know what you were supposed to do tonight,” You wiped a hand over your face in disbelief, “What we were supposed to do.”

Marco froze, chewing on his fingernail as he visibly tried to remember. “No, I’m sorry-”

“We had plans,” You snapped, causing Marco to snap his mouth shut, “Solid plans for an actual night out for the first time in months.”.

Realisation dawned upon Marco’s face as his whole figure slumped, though his actions showed no signs of regret, “I completely forgot.”

“Yeah, I assumed that.”

Marco huffed loudly, before leaning back on his elbows, “Y/N, I-”

“How long is this going to go on for?”

“What?” Marco raised both eyebrows.

“How long are we going to go on like this?” Despite the sadness you felt your eyes were completely dry, “How long are we going to be in this dying relationship where we never talk and never see each other,” You let out a deadly laugh, “I mean, I haven’t even said I love you in weeks let alone touch you.”

Marco looked down, unable to meet your eyes, “I noticed.”

You had been ready to go off on another rant, but the lack of empathy and straight up emotions in Marco’s voice left you mystified- leaving you feeling defeated, “Me too.”

“What have you noticed?”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Marco didn’t reply. He just stared blankly at the wall behind you, his face portraying no emotion. That was all you needed in order to nod numbly before hightailing out of there. As the door slammed shut behind you- all you could do was slide down the wall beside it and stare at the bright red heels adorning your feet. 

-

Although not a single emotion slipped out during the initial breakup, the fallout hit you during the following weeks. You did nothing but eat, sleep and go to class; the first two were still very much lacking. To say the least, the people around you were worried- some would pop their head into your room every now and then only to find you curled up in a ball beneath the covers. 

Marco, on the other hand, had seemed completely fine; hanging out with friends and keeping up with his usual routine of work and play- at least, that is what your friends had told you. It was almost like he didn’t care, that he was happy you had ended things. A small part of you knew that wasn’t true though. You knew Marco, having seen him at his lowest and highest points- you knew that he hid his sadness behind a mask of either anger or pure joy. This instance was obviously the latter. 

Stumbling out of the shower you had finally managed to drag yourself into, you pulled on an old hoodie as you walked towards the exit; where a notice board stood. 

There, on the board, was an advertisement for a Karaoke Night in a local bar. 

This is exactly what you needed. A chance to let go, sing silly songs and possibly even meet someone new. You would do anything to fill the crater in your heart that Marco had left behind. So, you texted all your friends (who were really just glad to see you enthusiastic about something) and invited them to go with you- it took place that very night, meaning you only had a number of hours before it began. 

-

The bar was a small, hole in the wall venue that students of the college tend to frequent regularly. Despite the majority of patrons not yet being of legal age, the workers found their way around these guidelines and supplied students with the majority of their alcoholic intake. 

“It’s really busy here tonight,” Molly, one of your close friends, spoke as you entered the main area, “You sure you still want to sing?”

Shooting her an amused look, you followed the group over to the bar, “That doesn’t faze me, it means more people can appreciate my gorgeous voice.”

“As someone who has never heard it- I’m not sure about that one.”

The whole group burst into laughter, you just shook your head and let out a small huff yourself, “I cannot wait to prove you wrong.” 

As each of you settled into a seat on a high-table close to the bar, you all broke into conversation as you fed off of the energy the bar supplied. For once, you weren’t curled into your bed antagonising over what went wrong in your relationship with Marco or sitting in class unable to concentrate because your ex was all you could think about. For the first time in over a month, you felt really great. 

Of course, that was abruptly cut short. 

“Y/N,” One of your friends gasped, staring at something behind you with wide eyes, “Don’t turn around but Marco just walked in.”

Your entire body seized up, a cold wave of shock trickled down your body, “You’re joking, right?”

She shook her head, sympathy painted her features before she reached forward and squeezed your hand, “Don’t even give him the benefit of looking at you.” All you could do was nod, blinking through the panic that was quickly rising. 

“Mhm,” Molly nodded, rubbing your shoulder, “Don’t even talk to him and then blow him away with your singing.”

“Yeah!” A few girls at the table cheered around you, “You’re still going to do that right?”

“No going back.” You twisted your mouth into a nervous smile as the group surrounding you cheered and held up their respective drinks. Taking the girls advice, you didn’t even look at Marco- which was extremely nerve wracking as you had no idea what he looked like or what state he was in. Your night went from being calm and a relief from drama to a tense and gnawing situation as you fought to not look over at Marco; wherever he was. 

-

“The karaoke event is beginning soon! If you want to take part just come up here and grab the mic from whoever is on stage.”

“That’s your queue.” Molly squealed, shaking your shoulder excitedly. 

“Not yet.” You laughed, moving away from her teasingly, “I have to work up my confidence first.”

“Hey,” Molly shoved at your shoulder a lot softer this time, “You’ll be great, don’t even think about Marco.”

“How do you always know what to say?”

Molly shrugged, a smile crinkling at her eyes, “I guess I’m just a great friend.”

“Oh, shut up.” You both broke into laughter and continued to talk until the first act came onto the stage, which you all turned to watch and cheer on. The event had a mix of talent, to say the least- some were extremely talented and left the crowd erupting into cheers, though some were obviously there as a dare or joke. 

“Who wants to come up next?” The current singer behind the microphone grinned as they held it before them. 

“I’ll go!” You yelled without thinking twice, having drunk a little bit of liquid since the original announcement- your friends around you cheered for what felt like the millionth time but the most interesting point was the head of black hair across the room that whipped around in shock at the sound of your voice. 

As you clambered up the stairs towards the stage, the guy manning the sound beckoned you over and asked for your song choice, “I choose you by Alessia Cara.” You grinned as the guy gave you an encouraging thumbs up. Grabbing the microphone, you stood in the middle of the stage and waited for your queue to begin singing. 

-

Relishing in the cheers the crowd gifted you with, you grinned nervously as you walked back to the table; laughing as your friends pulled you into their arms and shouted numerous compliments at you. 

“Thanks guys,” You smiled, allowing yourself to breath now that you weren’t under the bright lights of the stage, “Told you I could sing.”

“You sure can,” Molly laughed brightly, slight shock showing in her features, “You should do that more.”

Before you could reply, an unusually timid voice sounded behind you, “Hey Y/N.”

Slowly, you turned to face Marco who stood behind you- he had a nervous look on his face as he wrung his hands in circles and silently begged you. 

“Marco.”

“Can I talk to you?”

Oh, hell no.” Molly barked, stepping in front of you, “You’ve already broken her hear once.”

“No, Molly,” You pulled her back, smiling at her reassuringly, “I’ll be okay.”

Marco nodded before leading you out of the building as you walked together side by side- it felt weird for him to not have his hand on the small of your back like he usually would in places like that, which only drove in the fact that you were broken up. 

“You were amazing up there.”

“Thanks,” You smiled tightly, hugging yourself with your arms with the same enthusiasm. 

“Y/N-” 

“What do you want Marco?”

He frowned at you, his eyes teared up slightly, “You didn’t give me the chance to speak, Y/N.”

“What?”

“When you said that I didn’t love you anymore,” He gulped and looked down, “You left before I could prove you wrong.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, “Your reaction was enough of an answer.”

He just shook his head, smiling slightly at your antics, “I left you alone after that because I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me...but then I saw you singing tonight and I realised that you are the one for me.”

“Marco-” Your voice wobbled as you looked on at the man before you.

“Please let me speak,” Marco laughed, “I never stopped loving you and I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. The stress just got to me and I shouldn’t have let you be a victim of that too.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” Marco wrapped both of your hands in his, he was begging now, “It isn’t and if you let me I will never shut you out like that again.”

“Really?” You hiccupped slightly, tears sliding down your cheeks. 

“Yeah.” Marco whispered softly, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears coating your face, “Unless you realised that you’re better off without me and if so-”

“Shut up.” You sighed before reaching forward and pressing a much needed kiss to his lips. Finally, you thought.

“Fuck, I missed that.”

“Just that?”

“No,” He laughed, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs, “I missed everything about you. I know I’ve seemed happy but I really wasn’t.”

You smile sadly at him as you snaked your arms around his neck, “I never stopped loving you too.”

-

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“Good.” And the two of you met in a kiss once again as a nearby street lamp illuminated the night-cold air surrounding you.

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[colbybrocksmolder]

Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome - Colby Brock x Reader x Nate (smut) [PART 3/3]

“Hey, Sam!” Colby called out into Sam’s apartment.

“Up here!” Sam answered from the loft. “Can you grab my drink off of the counter before you come up?”

“I got you, brother.” Colby grabbed the drink, grabbed a can of soda for himself, and climbed the stairs. “Ooo, did we pick dates yet?” Colby asked, seeing Sam on the AirBnB website.

They were planning their annual Kansas boys vacation to Hawaii and a lot had changed in the last year. Alex had gotten quite serious with his girlfriend. Sam was thinking about asking Kat to move in with him when the boys got a new house. Colby and you had been officially dating for almost 6 months. Even Nate had been “with” a girl for almost the last year.

“That’s the thing” Sam said. “There are loads of open dates for the trip, but they’re all sooner than we thought they’d be. The best deals and weather all seem to be in just a few months.”

“So? That’s fine, dude.” Colby shrugged it off.

“I’ll text Alex and Nate.” Sam said, grabbing his phone.

“Wait.” Colby stopped him, putting his hand over Sam’s iphone that was sitting on his desk. “I have a question. It’s totally okay to say no, but I wanted to get your thoughts.”

“Okaaaayyyyy.” Sam drawled out, wondering what Colby was all jittery about.

“Hear me out. Kat has never gone on a vacation with you unless you count being dragged to wedding events and no one counts that…This is the first year we’re all with someone.” Colby explained. “Am I breaking the rules by asking if we want to bring the girls?”

Sam looked like he was considering it. “I mean, as long as we still spend part of it hanging out with just the guys, I think it would be great.”

“Of course, of course. Y/n and Kat are practically joined at the hip now-a-days. Alex’s girl is super chill and I’m sure Nate wouldn’t date someone crazy. The girls can spend a few days together while we go do dumb Kansas boys shit on our own.” Colby said, relieved Sam didn’t shut his idea down straight away.

“Why don’t we bring it up to the guys and see what they say?” Sam looked up at Colby and shrugged.

Nate and Alex seemed happy with the idea. A date was picked. The tickets were booked. A huge AirBnB was rented. Sam kept talking about how this trip felt more ‘grown up’. Like a family vacation.

“Wake up, baby” you gently shook Colby. You knew this was going to be a long day because the two of you had gone to bed exactly….2 hours ago. “Colby” you laughed, climbing on top of him and pressing kiss after kiss to his face. Even though his body stayed unmoving, you could see him trying to hide a smile. “I know you’re awake, you brat.” You went to climb off of him.

His strong arms pinned you against his body as he opened one eye to stare up at you. “I think I might need a little more waking up.”

“You’re such a dork” you laughed, connecting your lips in a more passionate kiss. “Come on. We need to get our shit to Sam’s so we can order an Uber.”

“I’m so stoked to see Nate” Colby said from the closet. “We haven’t seen him since you moved out here.” He was looking for something that would be comfortable to travel in, but you had already stolen his favorite hoodie.

“So am I!” you agreed, moving to pick something else for Colby to wear. “I haven’t seen him in well over a year, actually. Wear this one.” You said, throwing him a hoodie you thought he looked hotter than usual in.

“You really like this one, don’t you?” He teased, pulling on a cut-up tank top and then the hoodie.

“I mean, I’d prefer you to just walk around naked all the time” you smirked, slipping your fingers under the hem of his tank top. “But this is a close second place.”

“And I thought I was going to be the one that made us late.” He leaned down to kiss you.

Before your lips connected, Sam barged into the apartment. “If you guys aren’t out here in 5 minutes, we’re coming in with the squirt guns” he said before slamming the door.

You both laughed, double checking that your carryon bags had chargers, headphones, a book, etc. The usual ‘I don’t want to die of boredom on this long ass flight’ stuff. When you landed in Hawaii, the four of you took a cab to the AirBnB and started claiming rooms.

“When do Nate and Alex get here?” you yelled down the stairs having claimed the room furthest away from the other bedrooms. It wasn’t the biggest, but this meant you didn’t have to worry about being too loud. Sam and Kat constantly teased you about keeping them awake even though you knew they couldn’t hear you through the apartment walls.

“I don’t know where Alex is, but I’m right here, beautiful.” Nate yelled back, dropping his bags in the living room.

You squealed the whole way down the stairs, tackling Nate in a hug that almost knocked him over. “It’s been too fucking long, Hardy.”

“Tell me about it” he said, spinning you around once.

The two of you let go of each other, Colby and Sam both pulling Nate into hugs. “Where’s your girl?” Colby asked, looking towards the front door.

Nate had his ‘Everything is chill’ smile plastered on his face, “We’ll talk about that later.” He slapped Colby on the back, pulling him into another hug. “In more important news, you owe Sam, Alex and I a hundred bucks each.”

“OH YEAH!” Sam practically yelled.

“What?” you laughed, leaning into Colby’s side. Colby had a confused look on his face.

“Summer before senior year. The warehouse.” Nate said with a smug look on his face.

Sam continued the story. “We were laying on the roof having one of our ‘life is short’ talks and Nate looked over at Colby and said...”

“If it’s so short, then why are you afraid to live it?” Nate interrupted him, smiling over at you. “I teased him about walking you home every day and not letting you come to the warehouse because ‘it’s too dangerous’. I asked him why he didn’t just ask you out.”

Colby’s hands were over his blushing cheeks. “Dude, I haven’t thought about that night in a long time, man.”

“Awwww, your face is so red, babe.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Colby denied liking you ‘like that’” Sam laughed, doing air quotes. “Alex chimed in and bet him a hundred bucks that you two would eventually end up together.”

“We all took the bet against him…and by the looks of it, that makes one Colby Brock 300 dollars less rich.” Nate laughed, looking around the house you guys were staying in.

“I’ll pay up” Colby laughed, headed up the stairs. “Nate, there’s another room up here.”

Nate settled into a small room, closest to yours. Alex and his girlfriend showed up and took the second bedroom downstairs next to Sam and Kat’s. You guys napped and ordered food.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m dying to go to the beach.” Nate said, looking out the window. “I always forget how beautiful this place is.”

The 7 of you packed your beach bags, threw on your suits, and walked towards the beautiful blue horizon. “You ready to talk about it yet?” you asked, you and Nate were currently sat in the sand near Alex and his girlfriend, watching Sam, Kat, and Colby attempt to fly a kite.

“She just wasn’t the one.” He said, looking over at you with no sign of sadness on his features.

“It took you a year to figure that out?” you teased him.

“No. We’ve always known. I just…” Nate took a deep breath, looking around at your little makeshift family. “This? This is special. I didn’t want to invite her in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Naaate, then why didn’t you tell Sam and Colby right away? You guys could have had your normal Kansas shenanigans trip!” you scolded him.

“Y/n.” Nate grabbed your hand. “I wanted this. I missed you. And I never get to see the other girls, either. We aren’t just a rowdy bunch of boys anymore. We’ve expanded.”

“Always the sentimental one.” You squeezed his hand and smiled over at him.

“Before you know it, we’ll be bringing kids on these trips.” He laughed.

“Dude, Alex is first. Sam and Kat have sworn off kids for like 8 more years.” You chuckled.

“And what about you and the blue-eyed genetic lottery winner over there?” he teased. “That kid was made to be a dad and you know it.”

“I assume it’ll happen like everything else in our lives.” You watched Colby finally get the damn kite off the ground and proudly yell your name to look at it flying through the air. “It’ll happen when we least expect it and it’ll be amazing.”

“Good job, baby!” Nate yelled at Colby.

Colby threw his head back laughing and the kite smashed into the sand. “You distracted me!” he yelled, handing the spool to Kat so he could try to get the kite back up in the air.

“You know, Colby’s been eyeballing your new tattoo.” You looked over at Nate with a smirk. “I think he may want to see it up close later.”

“Is that so?” he laughed. “I didn’t know if you two had changed your ways with your official titles and all.”

“I think we’ll always have room for you.” You stood, pulling Nate with you to join the others closer to the water.

When your group got home, most people just headed to their rooms. Between traveling and running around on the beach, everyone was pretty tired. “Did you see the bathtub?” you asked, popping your head back into your bedroom. “This thing is huge. It looks like a jacuzzi!”

“Oooo that actually sounds like heaven right now.” Colby said, finding hangers to let your beach clothes dry on.

“I’m gonna run a hot bath. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” You stripped out of your suit and handed it to Colby.

“Hey Nate!” Colby called, walking down the hall towards the smaller bedroom. Seeing the door opened, he walked in. “Do you want me to hang up your trunks? We’re putting our stuff on the balcony to dry. Nate?”

“Out here.” Nate called back, an open window leading to a little section of the roof.

“You would already be sat on the roof.” Colby laughed, joining him.

“Just been in a thinkin’ mood” Nate smiled over at him.

“Nate, when are you not in a thinking mood?” Colby teased.

“Different kind of thinkin’ this time” he answered, staring out at the ocean. He could barely make out the horizon between the dark water and the dark sky.

“Good or bad?” Colby asked.

“Always good, brother.” Nate answered, the two of them spending a few moments in silence just enjoying cool night air. “If I were to ask you when you thought you were going to have kids, what would you say? Just a hypothetical. Entertain me.”

Colby sat, staring out at the blue abyss. “Honestly? Whenever it happens.” He shrugged. “I’ve got a great job, I’m lucky enough to have some great friends, and I’ve got the most amazing girl in the whole world. There’s no point in planning when anytime is an okay time.”

“Solid answer.” Nate nodded his head. “Y/n said something similar.”

“Yeah?” Colby asked.  

“Something about it happening like everything else that has happened between the two of you. When you least expect it, but amazing anyways.”

“I told you.” Colby replied. “Most amazing girl in the world.”

“I’m so fucking happy for you two, dude.” Nate smiled over at Colby.

“Thanks, man.” Colby ducked his head, grinning ear to ear. “How about you spend a little time being happy with us instead of for us, though.” He stood, reaching his hand out to pull Nate up with him.

“You know I can’t say no to that.” Nate laughed, following Colby back into the house.

“There you are!” you said, seeing Colby and Nate walk into your bedroom’s bathroom. “I went to tell Colby the bath was ready and I couldn’t find either of you.”

“I’ll give you one guess where I found Nate.” Colby laughed, stripping out of his swim trunks and taking Nate’s to hang them on the balcony.

“Roof?” you looked over at Nate, guessing.

“Bingo.” He laughed.

Colby snuck down the hall to turn off Nate’s light and close his door so no one would wonder where he was. He locked your bedroom door and joined you back in the bathroom. “Now THIS is a sight I’ve missed.” He smirked down at you and Nate both in the Jacuzzi tub, water up to your necks.

“While I don’t mind the view, I think you should join us.” Nate teased.

Colby stepped into the water, the jacuzzi tub having plenty of room for the three of you. “Fuuuuck, this feels good.” He said, letting the hot water envelop him.

“Come here.” Nate said, pulling Colby’s back towards him so he could massage his muscles.

“Oh my god, I forgot you had magic hands.” Colby melted under Nate’s touch.

“I didn’t.” you smirked, watching the look of pure bliss on your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you thinking about?” Nate asked you, your eyes not having left Colby’s face.

“Just admiring the…I guess I’d use the word ‘power’ you have over this one.” You said, moving to take Colby’s face in your hands.

“Explain.” Nate said, continuing to massage Colby’s back. You could see Colby’s face turn slightly pink.

“My possessive boy here always has to be in charge.” You leaned forward and kissed him. “When we were with Jake, Colby would slowly tease him, drag things out, boss us both around. He likes being responsible for making us feel good.”

Nate nodded, his hands moving to wrap around Colby’s waist. “Ahhh, I see.”  

“But for some reason, he’s always been putty in your hands.” You said, Colby’s hands finding your body under the water and pulling you to him.

He captured your lips in another kiss. “Sometimes it scares me that you know me so well.” He smiled against your lips. “You’re letting out all my secrets.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s a pretty sexy secret.” You pulled away from Colby to hit the button to drain the jacuzzi tub.

Nate’s hands slid lower against Colby’s abdomen, fingers teasing him. “I really fucking missed you two.” He said, kissing up the side of Colby’s neck.

Colby closed his eyes, head tilting to the side. “We were just saying the same thing.” Colby agreed.

You climbed out of the tub and grabbed a stack of towels. “Come on, boys. Let’s move this somewhere You’re not going to accidentally drown.”

Nate pulled away from Colby to stand up and Colby groaned. Nate leaned down to pull him into a gentle kiss. “Good boys wait their turn.” He said, stepping out of the bath and scooping you up.

Colby heard you squeal out a laugh as Nate dropped you on the bed. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He grabbed a towel and walked to join you in the bedroom. “I don’t mind waiting my turn when my view is this good.” Colby said, seeing Nate bent over the bed, his face buried in your breasts.

“I get to leave all the marks I want on you two and everyone is going to think you did it to each other.” Nate smirked, leaning down to suck a red mark at the base of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as he relented.

Colby walked up behind Nate. “People are going to wonder where yours came from, though.” He said, his hands traveling from Nate’s back to his hips. Colby pulled his hand back and laid a firm slap against Nate’s ass. A clear red handprint visible on the pale flesh.

Nate groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Someone’s begging for attention.” Nate said, feeling Colby’s hand smooth over the reddened skin.

“This doesn’t feel like begging.” Colby snarked, landing a slap on the opposite side of Nate’s ass, his ring clad fingers tracing the red marks.

“I think you should give him what he wants.” You said to Nate, pulling him into a kiss. Your teeth pulling on his bottom lip.

Nate stood up and turned to Colby, his mouth latching on to Colby’s collarbone. “So needy” Nate whispered, leaving a deep purplish red mark on Colby’s skin. “On your knees.”

Colby’s breath caught in his chest for a moment before he dropped down to his knees in front of Nate. You sat up on the edge of the bed behind Nate to watch, your hands moving to rub up and down Nate’s thighs. “God, you look hot like that.”

“Tell me this doesn’t feel like begging.” Nate said, his hand gently grazing Colby’s cheek. his fingers moved to trace Colby’s full lips. “She’s right. You look great on your knees.”

Colby’s cheeks looked flushed and his breathing picked up. “Touch him, Colby.” You said, enjoying the fact that he was relinquishing the power for once. You loved how dominant he normally was, but watching him give it up once in a while was an experience you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Colby leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tattooed bit of flesh near Nate’s hip. He circled Nate’s erection with his hand, pumping up and down the full length. He loosened his grip to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe up the underside from base to tip. When he heard Nate moan his name, he got a little braver. He smirked up at Nate, maintaining eye contact as he took him into his mouth. His soft, full lips sliding further down his length.

Watching these two together was honestly one of the things that got you off the most. You dropped your hand between your legs, slowly starting to pleasure yourself as you watched Colby pleasure Nate. “I can hear you moaning, baby girl.” Nate said in a sing-songy voice. “Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

“God, if you were watching the two of you you’d be touching yourself too.” You said, your fingers quickening their pace.

Colby grabbed Nate’s hips, holding him still so he could try to take him deeper into his mouth. Colby hummed in satisfaction, sending waves of pleasure through Nate’s body. Nate’s head fell back, his hand gripping Colby’s hair to pull his mouth off of him. He stared down at Colby while he caught his breath. “Don’t let her finish herself off.” Nate said, bending down to pull Colby’s wet lips into a rough kiss. He released Colby from the kiss and stepped to the side.

Colby crawled forward, pulling your fingers away from yourself. “Come here.” Colby said, his hands swiftly pulling your hips to the bed’s edge. His mouth moved to your wet core, his tongue doing quick work of pushing you through your orgasm. When you begged him to stop, he kissed his way up your body, stopping to darken the mark that Nate had previously left.

Nate grabbed a condom and walked back to the bed. “Colby, lay down.” He said, pointing towards the head of the bed and putting the condom on himself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him bossing you around.��� You smiled down at your boyfriend, moving to connect your lips. You kissed across his jaw, whispering in his ear. “I love you. So fucking much.” Colby pulled your lips back to his, his tongue begging entrance.

“Colby, baby. I’m gonna need to borrow her from you for a minute.” Nate said, a lopsided smirk on his face as he watched the two of you make-out.

Colby watched you crawl down his body towards Nate. Seeing him whisper something in your ear. He watched as you turned to crawl halfway back up his body on your hands and knees. “That’s a sight I’ll never get sick of.” He said, watching you lean down and press open mouth kisses up the side of his girth. “Oh fuck.”  Colby squeezed his eyes closed, feeling your tongue move across his sensitive tip. When he opened his eyes, he watched Nate line himself up behind you, hands firmly placed on your hips. “Just when I thought the view couldn’t get any better…”

You could feel Nate sliding himself back and forth over your entrance before filling you up, bottoming out. You pulled your mouth off of Colby to rest your head on his hip. “Fuck. Move, Nate. Don’t tease me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, starting to build a rhythm with each additional thrust. “Don’t forget about your boy, there.”

You smirked up at Colby, taking him fully into your mouth. You knew exactly how to make him fall apart. You slid your lips damn near all the way to the base, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing your head back up. Your fingers moved to gently massage his balls as you repeated your actions. Every few thrusts Nate would hit that sweet spot making you groan around Colby’s dick. You knew Colby was close because his hands kept reaching for you. The frazzled energy he felt from being pushed closer to the edge of his orgasm made him grabby. “Y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled out, giving you fair warning.

“Come on, baby” Nate egged him on, his own thrusts getting slower but rougher indicating he was close, as well. “Colby, look at me.”

Colby looked up, watching Nate’s final thrusts as he threw his head back with a grunt. Colby’s hands tangled in your hair as he came in your mouth. You slowed your movements, swallowing every drop your boy had to give you.

Nate climbed off the bed to throw the condom away. Colby stayed laying on his back, pulling you up to rest against one of his sides. He pressed kisses to your hair and wrapped an arm around you holding you tight against him. “I love you.” He said, still coming down from his high. “I am the luckiest person alive to have you.”

You looked up at him, connecting your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. “I could say the same about you.”

You both saw Nate standing by the door, watching the two of you. “Bitch!” Colby called out, a grin spread across his face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch that door.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to leave you.” Nate said with a soft smile. “I was just taking a few seconds to really take in the moment.” He tossed the comforter over the two of you before crawling in and cuddling into Colby’s other side.

“Our sentimental boy.” You reached over to rest your hand on his cheek. “We love you, you know?”

“I can feel that.” Nate said, leaning across Colby to kiss you and then moving to kiss Colby. “Why do you think I wanted to make sure I remembered this moment?”

#Colby Brock #Colby Brock x Reader #colby brock imagine #nate hardy #solhardymusic

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Wanna try Debriel? - it’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay

Dean storms out of his room, a saucepan in his hand - that isn't his intended weapon, but he's been clutching it so tight since he woke up with a jolt, that he'd forgotten he was still holding it. But a saucer in the face, classic Tom&Jerry style, has still gotta hurt, right? And that's all Dean wants to do right now. Hurt the sonuvabitch he apparently shares a building with, who pulled the fucking fire alarm at 3 in the morning, on 7-am-lectures Thursday - when Dean had finally, finally gone to sleep.

Still mostly bleary, and using more than half of his concentration to avoid stepping on the various kinds of crap you find in a college dorm's hallway, he yells as he paces towards the source of the ringing, that is currently mashing his brains up for breakfast. “You should be really glad I’m so tired, 'cause otherwise you would be," Dean has to pause to collect his thoughts, because dammit, he was still half-asleep. "Uh, in pain! Yeah!" The fire alarm didn't get any less harsh on his ears, so he yelled louder. "Lots of Pain. EXCRUCIATING pain." He sighs, running out of his trail of thought, and wondering how he's managed to forget the art of threatening in his sleep-riddled state. "Bitchfuckerasshole -" He mutters, but it's more like he's practising, than he's actually meaning it.

At this point, he's reached the landing of their floor, but that's not where the alarm's ringing at apparently - their fire alarm sits there, untriggered, like a fire alarm should stay. It must be the floor above them, then.

Dean has to take the stairs - he considers climbing two at a time, but then his instincts don't let him, and instead he resumes his shouting. "Just you fucking wait," He growls, to no one in general. "I'm gonna find your name and your address and sit outside your house every night for the rest of my life - because the fucking moment you fall asleep, I'm gonna set off the fire alarm beside your bed, you assbutt!" He doesn't even register that he's quoting Cas; in his own head, he's being scary and his threatens must have driven the bastard away, because by the time Dean has reached the second floor, he can't see anyone in the hallways.

"They got scared," He decides, and keeps on marching towards the common area, where the fire alarm is - because that still just fucking keeps on ringing. That is fodder, and Dean just goes on yelling. Some part of his brain which has gotten woken up - partly due to the ringing, and partly due to his own yelling - is asking him to stop spouting these ridiculous threatens at this point, but Dean isn't done. College, the company he keeps, and sleep deprivation is really bringing out a whole new side of him. "Oh, I will highlight your whole textbook - and every bitching one of them, too; in BRIGHT PINK HIGHLIGHTER, YOU FUCKING FUCKER - hnghh - "

Dean has to stop abruptly, as he trips over something (that he probably would've noticed, if he hadn't been yelling at the top of his range) and stumbles almost completely - landing on all fours, to prevent smashing his face.

"Fuck." He says, eloquently - finally completely awake - and looks at what had caused his fall.

Oh, well. It's Gabriel.

He'd been sleeping against the wall - seriously, who does that, sleeping in the hallway, just like that - hugely slumping, with his legs stretched in the front like how you make snow angels - and with a neon yellow bag slung over his shoulders, for reasons which Dean certainly didn't care about.

And now he's stirring awake himself, and rubbing at his eyes and yawning something terrible - but Dean's eye is caught by the bright red peeking from behind Gabriel, and he is instantly shoving Gabriel to the side, as he fixes the fire alarm harshly, and then falls back on the ground.

"Fucking destroyer of sleep," He mumbles at the fire alarm, glaring at it pointedly, and that's when he notices that when he's pushed Gabriel to the side, the blond apparently used it as an opportunity to lie down sideways and has proceeded to curl himself like a cat, back to sleep.

Dean rolls his eyes at him, needlessly.

He hardly feels any sympathy at all for the guy - after all, he was clearly the one who'd set off that stupid alarm, by using it as a backrest as he slept in the fucking hallway.

But then he can't exactly leave him out here either, the floor is filthy and cold and he could wake up having contracted some major-ass disease, and though he'd been responsible for waking him up at the ass-crack of dawn after Dean had slept after 48 hours; he was still stupid Gabriel from a lot of Dean's classes, club memories (and dreams.) He sucks in general, but Dean doesn't want him to die.

So he does the next best thing, and shakes him harsh enough to wake up a fossil. But Gabriel just stirs again, and swats at Dean in his sleep, and Dean gets a hand in his face for all his noble effort.

He blinks.

And then does it again. This time, yelling directly in his ears, as he shakes him by his arm. "HELLO! Gabriel! I'm Dean, and if you fucking swat at my face again, I'm going to steal only your left sock for the rest of your life." He pauses, the moment the words leave his mouth. Did he just say that? What even - what had sleepiness done to the part of his brain which was responsible for threatening, because god-frigging-dammit, Dean Winchester had forgotten how to swear.

But surprisingly enough, this time, Gabriel gets up. And it's not even the gentle softly opening eyes - the fucker shoots straight up, and is standing next to Dean in a jiffy, looking overly frightened for the sake of his footwear.

"You're weird." Dean tells him, with a frown. "And we need to stop spending time together, because you're making me weird."

Gabriel seems to still be recovering from shock, of Dean's threat - but when he does speak again, it's in a slur. "Nah! We need to spend more time together, because you're finally speaking the language!" He drawls the vowels at the end, hands gesturing animatedly as he speaks, and Dean raises his brows.

He's clearly drunk.

"Gabriel?" Dean says, cautiously. "Can you follow my finger?"

"To the end of the universe, and back." Gabriel returns, perfectly solemn, and a part of Dean fucking melts at that, but he's completely certain that he's drunk now. Somehow it doesn't show in his eyes - his somehow golden eyes, like that should even be actually true - but he's clearly drunk. "Next." He says, with a funny lopsided grin, and it looks like he's grinning so hard that he almost falls over - Dean has no idea how that works, but he holds him up, only to realize how wobbly he is on his feet.

Dean sighs, because Gabriel is now staring at him for more questions or something. But also obliges, with a smirk. "Uh, do you regularly indulge in drunk-sleeping-in-the-hallway or did you get roofied, Gabe?"

"I did it myself." Gabriel says, inexplicably, and Dean rolls his eyes another time.

Well, fuck it. There's only one way he can go with this. Obviously he's not piling the idiot back on the floor, so he's got to drop him off at his room.

Good thing, Dean knows that Gabriel is roommates with that silver-blonde accented jackass, who knows how to get really awesome booze, and hits on pretty much everything that moves. His name was something like 'Zar', or whatever - Dean never really paid attention. But he does know what room he's in, because of last month's party, so they're in luck - because Dean suspects, that Gabriel was only sleeping against the wall because he didn't know how to get to his room.

"C'mon, there." Dean frowns, as Gabriel turns, and Dean's hit by the sweet scent of alcohol. "You're going to bed."

"Okay." Gabriel agrees, easily, and doesn't say a word for another minute, as Dean picks up his ridiculously loud, neon backpack himself, and curses himself internally for having such low tolerance for disturbing sounds in the night - or it could've been someone else doing this stuff, and getting this useless heap to bed, while Dean could've waited for someone to take care of the alarm or the building to burn down - as he slept.

Then, as Dean comes back to Gabriel, and gives him a nudge to get him walking, he sees Gabriel lean to the side dangerously - on the verge of falling.

"The hell," Dean groans. "He won't even be able to walk."

Gabriel seems to have heard this, over his humming of We Will Rock You, which started god-knows-when. His head cocks up, and he stares at Dean with his intoxicated, wide eyes. "I really won't."

Dean waits for him to finish.

"You should pick me up."

Dean balks - because no way he's doing that, right? - but the moment Gabriel suggests it, he can feel his ears grow warmer, and some part of his brain trying to convince the rest, that that would've been a really great idea.

"You're big and strong," Gabriel coaxes, and the sweetness dripping from his voice is most-parts sarcasm - but that doesn't stop Dean from proceeding to blush. "And the only reason I didn't grow past 5'7 is because I was preparing for times like this."

Dean wants to say something cheeky, along the lines of 'should've kept a lookout for the weight too', but he's too busy in his own head, and just says, "Shuddup."

"Awh, Dean-o," Gabriel drawls. "You know you want to."

And that's the final straw, because of course he doesn't want to - why would he even want to do something like that, ever, for someone like Gabriel - and instead, he pushes his arm around Gabriel for support and to hold him in place, and begins to walk.

"I'll drag you then, you jackass," He mutters, squinting at the numbers on the doors while he tries to find the room.

"This is fun." Gabriel chuckles, as if he'd still gotten what he wanted - as he puts in no efforts whatsoever to help, and lets Dean carry both their weight ahead. "We should do this more often."

"Well, fuck that, and fuck you." Dean tells him kindly, and fucking finally gets to the room. He knocks sharply, but the door doesn't open in any hurry, but when it does, it reveals a grouchy Balthazar - Dean remembers his stupid name, the second he sees the guy; it's a skill - and he's dressed in a pink silk nightshirt and boxers with boxers drawn on them.

What a pair of fucking weirdos, Dean rants to himself, as he glares at Balthazar for all his roommate's faults. Made to room with each other. "Here! I'm done being a gentleman!" He made a move to hand the clinging man at his side over - but there were no moves made to receive him.

"I thought he was going to be sleeping at Kali's," Balthazar mumbles, making space for Dean to enter. Dean does, swallowing at the name, and momentarily forgetting that he was planning on abandoning Gabriel the moment he's crossed the threshold to his room or whatever. "Well. They must've broken up again. Pfft." Balthazar finishes mumbling to himself, and turns to Dean. "Just, uh, put him on his bed, will ya?"

"Do I look like a fucking carrier pigeon?" Dean glares, but goes ahead to do it anyways - because Gabriel has gone all silent, and Dean suspects it's because he's fallen asleep. "Goodnight, you massive idiot." He murmurs, because why shouldn't he, pushing the weight off of himself and on the bed. Gabriel has indeed gone back to sleep, right whilst Dean had been dragging him to his room - and so Dean stops glaring as of then, as puts his feet up on the bed too.

With a final look at the small, sleeping figure, and resisting the urge to smile - he walks back to Balthazar.

"Thanks for bringing him back, I guess." Balthazar mutters, and he's already getting back in bed, not even caring of the fact that there's another person right there. "Just 'cause you're such a nice guy, putting him to sleep with his feet on the bed and all that, I'm not even gonna ask you why you're bringing him back this late." He ends, winking.

"He fell asleep in the hallway." Dean rolls his eyes, not minding the suggestion in Balthazar's sentence, and completely ignoring the innuendo. "I found him sleeping with the fire alarm, for fuck's sake."

"Big spoon, little spoon?" Balthazar asks, without missing a beat - and Dean snorts, nods an acknowledgement and walks out of the room which clearly houses the weirdest people of his year; and proceeds to go back to bed, and sleeps really peacefully for another three hours - which in the kind of life college kids live, is saying something.

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[just-kessho]

Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[Day 3] Birthday party

AU: None

Warnings: Mentions of suicide (thanks, Dazai) and slight spoilers for those who haven’t finished season 1 and 2 of BSD I guess?

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Here] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7]

It was unlikely for Dazai Osamu to not know things – escape routes and alleyways of Yokohama? Those he has already mapped out with every nook and crannies within his brain. A war against Port Mafia? Yes, he already have at least 84 plans and countless backup plans already stored in his mind.

A birthday party for him?

What?

Sure, Dazai knew of ‘birthday’ and ‘party’ as well as ‘birthday party’ but for that to happen to him, the few people who stared into the swirling abyss only for it to blink back, was completely out of his calculations.

All right, to be fair, his mind was already whirling with countless possibilities when Atsushi, all trembling and stuttering every other word, came up to him only to ask about, and he quote straight from the teen’s mouth, “all the best places for suicide” in all of Yokohama.

But Atsushi didn’t stop there – oh no, he followed up with a very high pitched and very loud (that Dazai had to refrain from covering his ears, though he clearly remembers his eyebrows twitching from that sudden outburst) shout of, “will you show them to me?!” that had ‘suspicious’ labelled all over him.

He was about to ask Atsushi what was wrong – and believe me, if [Name] was involved in anything, then he would drop everything and anything just to sprint to her side – but before a single word could get out of his throat, his blond co-worker screaming about everybody’s schedule being interrupted whenever Dazai’s present, and thus that leads to Dazai… well, basically granting Atushi’s wish by showing the male all the places that he would personally commit suicide.

Though just after the two stepped out of the agency front doors, the brunette turned back to face the brick red building, wondering what on Earth was happening to prevent him from merely being inside it – he figured that much out, for Kunikida, under no circumstances, would ever allow Dazai to step a single feet outside the building when it was working hours. It says something about his own disappearance skills (that he was somewhat proud of), and also more about how it was a poorly disguised way (to someone as perceptive as Dazai, of course) of not wanting a person named ‘Dazai Osamu’ to know about what everyone was planning.

He could rule out a war against Port Mafia, as the truce between the two organisations were still standing, and he could also rule out-

Wait, was [Name] truly in danger? Sure, he knew of the dangerous jobs that she sometimes would take without as much blinking an eye, yet the image of her laying on a hospital bed, where her red liquid of life would make a stark contrast against the pristine white of the sheets, and being strapped to every machine available just to barely keep her alive was not an image that he want – nor want to remember.

[Hair colour] framed her face like an antique piece of artwork, and those [eye colour] were shining with… something met his dull brown ones.

He blinked, and the- his belladonna was gone.

Whether the stunning beauty in that window was an illusion or not, perhaps it was time to focus on entertaining Atsushi with his hand-picked spots for suicide.

Yet two and a half hours into showing the white haired kid the suicide spots with as much enthusiasm as possible so he wouldn’t know Dazai knew the agency (and perhaps along with [Name]’s workplace named with the very original name of ‘The Office’) was planning something.

Though Dazai thought [Name] had a neutral look of looking as if she was absolutely bored of everything, as if she had somehow experienced everything before and was doing them again, like a countless playthrough of a game that mirrored your first one, Atsushi’s face now sort of… resembled that of his girlfriend’s.

… Perhaps the white haired male really had enough listening about “ooh, that branch seemed to support your weight well” and “there’s not many people who would come here, so this is the perfect spot for a clean suicide~” and whatnot.

Honestly, he seemed more like their newest addition in the agency, Izumi Kyouka, when she was waiting personally for him in the shopping district than the sunny boy who always smiled, asking if there was anything he could do to help and putting his life on the line for others.

“Atsushi-kun.” stopping so suddenly, much like them times when Dazai himself slammed on the brakes, at the last minute, when he was driving, so it was no surprise that Atsushi nearly bumped into him. Nearly. “what is with you and the agency today?”

“I… do not get what you mean, Dazai-san?” really, the kid was so bad at lying that Dazai swear he could personally count every sweatdrop that was staring to show on his forehead. “Wh-whatever could you have gotten that from, I won-wonder?”

“… Your whole attitude.”

Really, Dazai might have wanted to re-think his earlier statement, since as soon as that ruthless three worded sentence was uttered, Atsushi looked as if someone had snatched his beloved chazuke and threw it in the bin all right in front of him.

“W-well, it is a special day, so the agency thought that… you should have a break today!”

“… oh shit, is today the anniversary of me and [Name]?”

“No! At least, I don’t think so.” to see Dazai panicking was a sight to behold, but it was slightly sad for the birthday boy not realise what today really is.

“I-is it [Name]’s birthday?”

“… No.”

“Versalius-san’s birthday?”

“… Think again, Dazai-san.”

“The Office’s founding date? The agency’s founding date?”

“Keep thinking, Dazai-san.”

“Was today the day [Name]’s favourite pet died, and so she wants us out of the picture so she can mourn in peace, yet deep down inside, all she really wanted was for me to lend her a shoulder to cry on and have comfort sex?”

“What?! NO!”

Face red and huffing as if he had just sprinted across three hundred meters for the last bowl of chazuke, Atsushi hunched down and mumbled something about Dazai being so sad and oblivious, yet he wondered whether the older man was really just entertaining him.

Yet at the thoughtful look spread across Dazai’s face as he really whacked his brain, Atsushi threw that last thought out of his mind.

Oh wait, Dazai was known for being good actor, so maybe that deduction wasn’t that far off.

Perhaps I should just tell him outright- wait, what were you thinking, Nakajima Atsushi?! [Surname]-san’s trust was specifically put into you! So don’t fail her – and the entire agency – now.

A phone beeped. And at the vibration felt in the pocket, Atsushi immediately scrambled to get it out, nearing dropping the object in his haste. And at the neat kanji and katakana that told him everything was ready, he felt himself relieve a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

Thank God, because I don’t think I can fool or keep Dazai-san from the truth anymore.

“Dazai-san, I think we should return to the agency because… uh, oh, because Kunikida-san just texted me saying that we need you.”

“Eh-? No, don’t wanna, and here I was having such a good time showing you all my favourite suicide spots-”

“Actually, it was [Surname]-san who needs you, she just didn’t want to… she didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“Then let’s go! That sounds exactly like [Name]-chan~”

I offer you my sincerest apologies, [Surname]-san, but your sacrifice is much needed – just please find it in your heart to forgive me!

“Atsushi-kun, why are you praying to a God now?”

Atsushi didn’t really have a convincing answer for that impossible question. So he stayed silent, praying for Dazai to not work out what they have in store for him.

A thunderous bang resonated throughout the room. Confetti was thrown, and a particular long one got entangled in Dazai’s hair.

Atsushi’s frantic stuttering and sweatdrop now made sense. They were preparing a birthday party for him!

Oh wait, today really was his birthday, wasn’t it?

But he paid neither the confetti nor the sudden realisation that he was a year older any notice.

Oh no, not with his co-works (that were crawling slowly but surely, to the place in his heart where the walls that he carefully put up were defeated – much like what [Name] did) smiling – yes, even Kyouka, and the corners of Kunikida’s mouth twitched upwards – and simultaneously shouting “happy birthday, Dazai!” along with the colourful banners and freshly prepared food that was put out for everyone to enjoy.

… He just hoped Vesalius did not prepare them…

But still, that cake, that magnificent cake that was coated in his favourite flavour – a sure sign that it was [Name] who ordered it, heck, perhaps she even made it herself. Oh wait, it wasn’t covered in crabsticks so that was out of the window.

However, the disappointment that reminded him of a child not getting his way in a toy shop was quickly washed away by a warm feeling as he scanned each happy faces of his co-workers that he couldn’t help but feel his lips spread into a smile-

And then his eyes met hers.

Did time slow down? Probably not, but he really felt it was just him and her in this room. A dazzling smile that he wanted to protect (despite fully knowing she was perhaps even more capable of that than him), a dazzling smile that was not present not even two years prior… a smile that was directed solely at him. He remembers simply expressing his gratitude to the people in front of him, and then making his way towards the [hair colour] haired woman.

Her hands were clasped behind her back, was she trying to look cool by hiding her fiddling fingers? How utterly cute.

(It wasn’t the first time such a thought cropped up in Dazai’s mind, and it for sure wasn’t the last)

“… Happy birthday, Dazai.”

“Really, [Name]-chan, you didn’t have to do all this!”

“But I wanted to, we wanted to. You deserve a break after all… so here.”

A package of blue and red was thrust in his vision of sight. With hands that trembled slightly – huh, why was he trembling anyway? Years of torturing and other jobs in the mafia without batting an eyelash hardened him so. Thus this small, trivial exchange should not… should not make him feel as if he was on top of the world, and wouldn’t mind having this warmth blossoming in his chest longer.

Still, he took it. Gently unwrapping the thing, a burst of blue greeted his eyes.

“It’s a labradorite.” [Name] explained, leading him right under one of the agency’s artificial lights. “it changes colour depending on the light. Normally this gemstone I got you stays a blue-ish colour, but it can become red, yellow, hmm… a blue-green and gold. Ah, see that? It just changed to gold for a moment- and now it’s a sort of blue-green. Oh, it changed back to being solely blue.”

Turning the precious stone so that it shined in all the colours that it can give off, the birthday brunette entertained himself with it – heck, Dazai even managed to get [Name]’s eye colour to stay on for an extended period of time, but it is fickle, one slight shake of his hand and the colour vanished.

“Thank you, [Name]. I’ll take good care of it.” it wasn’t a lie, nor a white-lie that was the result of his silver-tongue that made many people spill out their deepest secrets or flush in a deepest red. No, it was right from his heart – and that was something that made [name]’s smile widen.

Which in turn, made his own widen, for the warmth in his chest, spreading down to his fingertips and toes, made him forget of his past and the demons that plagued his mind – just for today, just for this hour… just as long as [Name]’s genuine smile was there, on her face.

Huh, and he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with her.

The presents he received were more everyday essentials, though there were some books from the Director and Vesalius (with the latter glaring at him for seeing him kiss his lovely niece) that he wanted to flip through.

Still, the gift that made an everlasting impression – almost as much as [Name]’s gemstone – was Naomi and Tanizaki’s.

It was a maid dress.

Not one that showed off everything and hid nothing, not it was one that was historically correct with the skirt down to the floor. It was one that showed off all the right curves of [Na- uh, whoever that would put it on. It was a miniskirt, yes, but it could pass for a school uniform miniskirt, and the collar was also down, though it didn’t show off everything and so left just enough room for imagination…

All in all, Dazai thought he had to give it to Naomi (this had the younger Tanizaki sibling written all over it) for her to pick out this particular and… uh, unique gift.

… And she was smirking slyly all the while he opened it.

Hey, guess he and [Name] would get busy tonight, as he would definitely abuse his ‘birthday boy’ status.

    Omake

“[Name]-chan, put it on, pleaseeeeeee!”

“No.”

“Come on, I’m begging you- and I’m the birthday boy here. Also, everybody want to see you in this, after all, who wouldn���t want our poster girl in a cute maid dress?”

“Y-yeah…” I-I’m so sorry, [Surname]-san!

“Oooooh, definitely! It would be a sight to behold.”

“I’m sure it would suit you. I know it would have more impact than the time I dressed up.”

“See, even Kyouka-chan and Naomi-chan said it. So please!”

“……………… Ugh… fine. Give it here then.”

“If you don’t I’ll make my infamous puppy- wait, what?”

“I won’t say it twice.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll get the camera ready!”

“You won’t old man.”

“D-damn… she’s so cruel to me…”

“Come on people, drum roll please! Aaaaaaand here we go!

“No! No drum rolls Naomi. Also……… Kill me. Right now- hey, D-Dazai, why are you picking me up?! And where are we going?”

“Kunikida-kun, don’t look for us for the next three days bye!”

Guess who’s a day late! Happy birthday husbando, the light of my life, my reason for living, the one whom I just reblogged 100+ gifs and photos of…

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu (bsd) #bsd #ambrosia (story) #dazai x reader #reader insert #dazaixhappinessweek2k19 #fluff #suggestive themes #imported work #Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[elles-choices]

Part 8: Burning (TRR AU, Liam x MC)

Pairing: Liam x MC (Catherine)

Words Count: about 2800

PS: For part 1-7 please look below :)

Summary: Catherine Spencer returns to New York after her fall from grace in Cordonia. She left the love of her life behind and all the dreams she had dared to dream. Now she has to pick up the pieces and move on but her past has a way of finding her.

Warning: attack, angst, tension, stress.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry

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„I've been burning, 

Yes, I've been burning

Such a burden, 

This flame on my chest

No insurance 

To pay for the damage

Yeah, I've been burning up since you left“ Burning, Sam Smith

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These three weeks have gone by quickly for Catherine as she kept busy with work. Liam had some difficulties at first, trying to deal with his feelings and anxiety — he didn’t sleep well for a while and found it difficult to concentrate on his daily tasks but as the days passed by, he realized that Catherine’s advice on keeping busy with work and friends was helping him to take his mind off his fears. 

She kept her promise and called Liam twice a day — she needed him and his love as much as him hers. After spending the day listening to the most horrific stories and trying to console and encourage these women, all she wanted was to hear his voice. Liam, on the other hand, knew by the sound of hers how emotionally drained she was feeling and he’d try to make her feel loved. Somedays, when she was too quiet, he would try to take her mind out of her worries by telling her about new projects he was trying to implement or how the kitchen construction was coming along; or even how Drake and Leo got into a fistfight playing basketball because Leo called Olivia ‚that bitchy red devil‘, not knowing that Drake is kind of dating her. 

They miss each other so much — Liam couldn’t wait to have her in his arms and feel the touch of her skin again and Catherine missed his deep blue eyes and was longing for his musky scent.

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4am:

Liam’s phone rings, waking him up from a pleasant dream. He looks at the display and sees Catherine’s photo and smiles.

„Good morning, beautiful“, he answers with a sleepy voice.

„Oh, no! I’m so sorry for waking you up, honey! I thought it would go straight to voice mail“, she says afraid that he won’t be able to sleep anymore.

„Don’t worry, my love. I’ve been waiting for your call… how are you today?“, he smiles

„I’m feeling better, still not completely fine but I’ll manage!“, Catherine feels the nausea beginning to rise again.

„What? Are you sick?! Why didn’t you tell me?“, he asks concerned.

„I saw the doctor two days ago and he told me I’m sun-struck… nothing too serious though“, she tries to calm him down.

„Oh love, you should have told me. I’ll take care of you when you arrive... By the way, are you ready to fly back to me?“, he smiles.

„My luggage is already packed and in the car. We will drive to the airport in about 1h, we should be there about 11am but we won’t fly out until 9pm“, she pauses and calculates the time difference, „Which means that if everything works out well I’ll get to Germany around 11pm-12am... Maybe it’s better if I spend the night in Germany and fly to you in the morning?!”.

„What? No, love! I’ll be in Germany waiting for you… Tomorrow we can sleep in and spend the day in bed together, don’t you worry about it. Also, I can’t wait one more day, I have to see you“, he sounds excited.

„I can’t wait to see you either, Liam. I never thought I could miss someone this much. I feel like I don’t ever wanna be away for you again…“, she says it quietly, touched by her feelings towards him.

„Oh, beautiful. Now is not the time to be sad… I’ll be holding you in my arms in a few hours. ‘I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly’.“, he closes his eyes trying to remember her scent.

„Look at you quoting Kafka at 4 in the morning! I can’t… this is getting too deep for me!“, they laugh together for a moment. „I… I have to go check on my colleagues. But I want you to know that I love you and I can’t wait to be with you!“, she looks outside and sees the rising sun lighting the sky.

„I love you too, Catherine. I’ll be waiting for you“, Liam hangs up and turns to his left side, looking at a photo of him and Catherine on his night stand. He is holding her in his arms and looking at her whilst she smiles widely. She looks so beautiful and happy and it warms his heart. He opens the drawer and picks up a small velvet box. It’s been sitting there since he came back from their trip through the Mediterranean. Liam knows it is too early but his heart is certain that she is the one. He opens the ring box and looks at his mother engagement ring. It is the same diamond band with a five carat oval diamond in the center he had planed on giving her 4 years ago — he doesn’t know when he will propose but he knows that this time everything has to be perfect.

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11am:

Bastien and the Minister of Foreign Affairs walk up to Liam’s office. They stop in front of Liam’s secretary and Bastien says:

„Mr. Jones, we have an urgent matter to discuss with His Majesty. Would you please announce us“, Bastien seems nervous and agitated.

„Unfortunately, I can’t. His Majesty is on a phone conference with the president of France and he asked not to be disturbed“, he gives Bastien an apologetical look.

„Mr. Jones, you either go inside and tell His Majesty that we have to talk to him now or I will. I don’t have time to discuss the urgency of this matter with you!“, says the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

„Alright, Mr. O’Callaghan!“, he excuses himself and enters Liam’s office, closing the door behind him. After less than a minute, he walks out and says: „King Liam awaits you“.

Mr. O’Callaghan and Bastien walk in and bow their heads as they see the King.

„Mr. O’Callaghan, to what do I owe your visit today?“, Liam looks at both man worried, „Please have a sit!“. 

„Your Majesty, I must apologize for barging in uninvited but I have some… upsetting news“, He sits down in front of Liam. Liam looks at him and at Bastien and his heart sinks. „I was contacted by the US Department of State less than one hour ago. There was an attack on an United Nations humanitarian convoy in Iraq this morning“, Liam lowers his head, closing his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger, „Two cars were affected, the others fled the scene when they realized what was happening…“, Liam looks up at him again. „Four Iraqis died in one car. Another car lost control… Two Iraqis and a French citizen needed medical assistance, an American citizen is missing“, Liam stands up, turning his back towards them, feeling the air being knocked out of his lungs. Tears threatening to spill out as he tries to keep his composure. He waits, hoping Mr. O’Callaghan would tell him that it is someone else but in his heart he knows that this American is the love of his life. „They found a passport a few feet away from the scene, it belongs to Lady Catherine Spencer. It was near a car where two men were found dead, witness suggested that they might have been involved in the attack“.

Liam clenches his teeth, „Bastien… I need information on our special operators force, now!“, he stares at the wall.

„They have initiated protocol one hour ago, my King. We received a distress signal and they went underground…“, before Bastien can ends his sentence, Liam raises his voice:

„What the fuck does it mean ‚they went underground‘?“, he closes his eyes and breaths deeply, covering his eyes with his hand, „I’m sorry… I… shouldn’t have…“.

„Don’t worry about it, Your Majesty“, Bastien answers and Mr. O’Callaghan says:

 „We have a paramilitary unit in Iraq without the knowledge of the Iraqi Government, Sir. If this story gets out, the Americans will deny any knowledge of this operation and Cordonia will get involved in a diplomatic crises“. Liam nods, understanding what is at stake, and Bastien continues: 

„They should be on their way to the Jordanian border, their final destination is Israel. But the concern right now is that Lady Catherine doesn’t have her passport with her…“.

„The Americans will send an embassy official to the border and he or she will make sure she gets into Jordan and Israel“, Mr. O’Callaghan says.

Liam lowers his head and leans on the sideboard in front of him: „Are we sure they have her?“, Liam says under his breath as he braces himself for the worst.

„There is no 100% guarantee but we are hopeful. We are expecting to hear from them within the next 20 hours, my King“, Bastien says.

„Okay… if this is all, I’d like to be alone now but keep me updated!“, Liam says.

The two men excuse themselves and leave the room. He brings his hands to his head, pressing on his temples and he falls apart crying. His head is spinning with all these ifs... ‚What if they don’t have her? What if she is hurt?‘, he talked to her in the morning… he was so close to have her back and now this. He turns around, now facing his massive wood desk… everything on it seems so unimportant now. He grips the desk, feeling the anger building up in his chest and he flips it over making a loud noise — everything flies everywhere and Liam falls to his knees sobbing. He can’t keep his facade anymore whilst his world is falling apart in front of him.

Bastien comes in quickly, afraid something terrible had happened: „Your Majesty, are you alright?“, behind him is Liam’s secretary trying to see what was going on in the room. They watch Liam in his weakest moment for a second, there is no answer from him, until Bastien turns to his secretary, „Not a word about what happened today in this room!“, his secretary nods, „Clear his schedule, I’ll take the King to his quarter!“. He walks up to Liam and asks „Your Majesty, can you walk?“, but Liam doesn’t answer. He helps him up and talks to his team through his ear piece, „Send the doctor to the King’s quarter, right now!“. He puts Liam’s arm around his shoulders as they head to Liam’s quarter, he says:

„I can’t breath… I… I can’t…“, Liam gasps for air but it is visibly difficult for him to breath.

„You are having a panic attack, your Majesty. The palace doctor is on his way and you will be fine in a minute. Just try to calm down and everything will be okay“, Bastien says taking Liam to his apartment.

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1pm:

Bastien is in Liam’s office waiting for Drake and Leo. They walk in chatting, not knowing what was going on and suddenly they stop as they see the aftermath of Liam’s break down.

„Holly smokes, what the heck happened in here? And where is my brother?“, Leo asks worried. 

„Drake, please close the door behind you“, Bastien says as Leo walks up to him, „There were complications in Iraq… and Lady Catherine is missing. We have reasons to believe that our team has her but we can’t confirm it until they reach Jordan… there is nothing we can do now, just wait“, Bastien gives Leo and Drake a helpless look.

„Oh, my God! Liam must be freaking out right now, where is he?“, Drake says looking at all the documents and papers scattered around the room.

„His Majesty is in his room, he was sedated and will be out for the next few hours but it would be good if one of you could stay in his room with him. We don’t want him to wake up and do something he will regret later…“, Bastien sighs scared for his King’s wellbeing.

„I’ll be here holding the front while you, Drake, go to my brother. If there is any news on Lady Catherine’s situation, I want to know and I will be the one to break the news to my brother, understood?“, Leo says concerned, afraid Liam won’t bounce back from a loss like this. Bastien nods and leaves the room with Drake.

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9pm:

Liam slowly wakes up. He looks to the side and sees Catherine’s photo, suddenly he remembers pieces of what happened earlier. Drake, who is on the couch near to the window, notices him moving in bed and says: „Hey, how are you?“.

„Did it really happen? Where is she? Where is Catherine?“, Liam jumps out of the bed and looks at him confused.

„Hey, hey, calm down… we are still waiting for news, they will come in any time now but you have to relax, Liam!“, Drakes tries to take him back to bed but he refuses.

Liam walks to the sideboard and opens it looking for something: „Where is the bottle of Whisky that I had in here?“

„You were sedated, you can’t drink alcohol now!“, Drakes answers.

„Try and stop me!“, Liam tries to leave his room but Drake stands between him and the door.

„You can die by mixing both of them and I won’t stand here and watch you do that again…“, Drake screams at his friend.

„Get out of my way, Drake! I... I just want to numb this pain… I can’t bear the thought of losing her“, tears run down his cheeks and Drake comes in and hugs him.

„I’m not going anywhere, Liam. I’m not letting you give up now and make this situation even worse… If you drink now, Spencer will be so pissed at you when she gets back… she will kick your ass, Li!“, they let out a weak laugh.

„Is she coming back, Drake?“, he whispers. Liam knows that Drake can’t answer this question but all he needs now is some reassurance.

„Of course she is! Spencer is tough, Liam. There is no way she will allow anything to come between you two again. Whatever happened there, she will find her way back to you and you know that!“, Drake pats him on the back and Liam sobs.

„I am so scared for her… the kind of things that she could have been through…and what those fucking bastards can be doing to her right now, if we failed to protect her. I swear to God, if they put their hands on Catherine I am going to kill each one of them!“, Liam walks back to his bed, „I can’t lose her, Drake… I will never accept that!“, he lays down again.

„You won’t lose her, Liam!“, Drake brushes a tear away from his cheek as the bedroom door flies open.

Leo walks in and looks at both of them, both with tears in their eyes: „What is going on here?“, he wonders as he has never seen Drake crying. Drake turns around:

„Nothing… we were just talking…“, Drake answers.

„Sure…“, Leo look between both of them again before walking up to Liam, „How are you, little brother?“, he asks concerned.

„I’ve been better, as you can imagine…“, Liam brushes the tears off his face.

„Right... No need to cry, we found her!“, Leo smiles.

„Couldn’t you start with this news, Leo?“, Drake says from the other side of the room.

„Sorry, I got distracted with you two ladies weeping!“, he looks at Liam who looks back at him relieved but annoyed at his brother’s remark, „Oh yeah… so, the Americans contacted us and she is already in Jordan. They are flying Katie and her security team to Tel Aviv on a helicopter”.

Liam has never felt relief like this. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, „How is she, Leo? Did they inform us about her health?“, he grabs his brother’s hand and Leo puts his other hands over his.

„I talked shortly to the doctor from our special unit. She seems to have a mild traumatic brain injury, he believes it’s a concussion but they won’t know for sure until they get her to the hospital. Other than that, bruises, scratches and possibly a broken rib but she is responsive“, he watches as Liam exhale his worries.

„Was this caused by the car accident? Did anyone saw what happened?“, Liam asks worried.

Leo looks at Drake who is also interested in his answer and back at Liam, „I didn’t get much background detail, most of it only Catherine can answer and I wasn’t able to talk to her — I was told that whatever happened, she put up a hell of a fight…“, Leo sees Liam clenching his fist, „But she will be okay, Liam and this is the only thing that matters now!“

„Those bastards…“, he takes a deep breath and gets up, „Tell Bastien we will need the plane in 30 minutes. We are flying to Tel Aviv“. Liam walks into his walk-in closet to get dressed and bring his love back home.

(to be continued…)

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[pov-anshika]

I don't know why but the fist-sized organ in the middle of my chest, slightly towards the left, aches a bit today as I scroll through my Instagram feed for there were things I wish could've said but it's just too late.

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[myhauntedsalem]

13 True Horror Stories from the Psychiatric Ward that Will Give You the Creeps

Death, illness and tragedy have long been part of the history of insane asylums, and for as long as they have existed, so too have the scary stories associated with them. From haunted hospitals to sadistic doctors and nurses, psychiatric wards have been the inspiration for many of our favorite horror movies and books. Yet, the true stories told by the psych ward workers below far surpass any horrors that we might have seen at the cinema or read in a book.

Without further ado, here are thirteen of some of the creepiest psych ward stories on the internet that have been shared by health care professionals.

1. Holding her own Eyes

My mom told me this story from her time at a neuropsychiatric ward while she was in grad school. She was making her routine room checks and happened upon the most horrific scene I’ve ever heard.

This was during the night shift, and generally, all the patients’ bedroom doors should be closed. So my mom turned a corner and noticed an open door. She saw a staff member’s legs on the floor, halfway out the doorway.

When she looked into the room, she saw the patient, a woman with a severe postpartum psychiatric disorder, who had just gouged both of her own eyes out with her bare hands. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding her eyes in her hands.

The first staff member to witness the scene, who was now lying face down on the floor, had a heart attack when he first witnessed the woman while he was making his rounds.

My mom screamed for help and frantically tried to perform CPR on the staff member. All the while, the woman just sat rather calmly, holding her own eyes.

2. The Saw

I work as a psychotherapist in a hospital system. My definition of creepy is probably quite a bit different from other medical professionals.

The one that got to me the most was a patient who came to us after attempting suicide by sawing both his arms off at the forearm with a table saw. His arms were reattached, fairly successfully too, with only limited impairments in mobility. All I could think was how bad it would have to be to live in his head that sawing his arms off seemed better than that.

He has since completed suicide.

3. Jane?

We had a young lady in our custody with quite a few issues. We’ll call her Jane. Jane’s first night at our facility staff doing a bed check found Jane in a puddle of blood. Turns out Jane had been slicing the skin around her shin with her finger nails and was pulling her skin up her leg, essentially de-gloving her calf.

Jane also had a ritual she performed every night before bed. While in her room she would run between walls in her room touching them in a crucifix pattern. After doing this for a few hours she would sit on her bed and go to sleep. This particular night Jane was frantic in her pace, practically running between walls. Our night staff observed the entire interaction and reported Jane screaming late into the night. When the staff went to check on Jane she reported Jane standing in the doorway smiling. The staff asked what was wrong and Jane replied, “what makes you think you are speaking to Jane?”

4. The Vampire

My mom worked in mental institutions in her younger years (and actually worked at a large, well-known asylum before it was shut down.)

There was one woman there that thought she was a vampire of sorts. She was only allowed out one hour a day, and they had to use safety precautions. She had already attacked and killed at least one hospital worker before these were enacted.

When my Mom asked about her, it was revealed that she had killed at least two of her children, wounded another as well as her husband because she had some sort of physical condition called Porphyria, which apparently made her crave blood.

By the time that they discovered there was something physically wrong with her, she already had lost her mind from guilt and grief.

5. The Spitter

I’m not a psychologist but my friend is. She told me about a patient of hers who was HIV positive and a paranoid schizophrenic. He thought that the nurses who worked at the hospital he was in were trying to kill him, so he would frequently bite his tongue, and spit HIV positive blood into their faces/mouths. When they had to come into contact with him, they were required to wear full masks and gloves.

6. The Only One

I once knew a woman who had spent part of her residency at a psychiatric hospital for people with severe mental conditions. Apparently, the grounds had a lovely, enclosed greenhouse. One day, one of their schizophrenic patients was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, as a heron frantically flew around. It had found its way in and, not being able to escape, it was smashing into the large panes of glass. The man just sat there watching.

Finally, my counselor asked him if the bird was bothering him and he kind of sighed and said, “Thank god, I thought I was the only one seeing that.”

7. Family Photographs

My sister is the director of a psychiatric hospital. There was recently a lady there who would cut her arms, legs and torso open and place photographs of her family under her skin.

8. Under the Bed

Once, a fellow female patient told me she found writings under her bed. They were just old, small wooden bed frames with hard mattresses that would make all kinds of noises when you rolled over, but I still wondered what exactly she was doing lying under her bed to find these writings.

When she first told me, I thought it was a joke. But sure enough, one day during group we managed to sneak away, and she showed me. Indeed, there were stories written under her bed. After that, we had everyone check under their own beds, and there was more writing under every single bed.

They were stories of patients who had stayed here before, or ways they were planning on killing themselves, or who the good and bad nurses were. It creeped me out.

9. Time of Death

Well, my mother was a nurse that specialized in geriatrics, and she worked for several hospice hospitals for many years. She often described situations at her work with several of the patients. She would say that each person tends to have a very similar “checklist” that they follow right before death. This checklist often ended in a very similar way.

They would get caught talking to someone that wasn’t there. When asked who they (otherwise lucid people) were talking to, they would describe an individual who was already dead. When asked what they were talking about, they would say that their relative wanted to know if they were ready to move on. A pretty common response would be, “Yeah, he/she said that she will take me tomorrow at 3:00.” Well, it would often happen that they would die at the exact time their relatives quoted.

10. The Test Subject

I had an hour-long conversion with a delusional guy who was confined to a mental health facility, and who was probably smarter than I am. Lots of these folks believe that somebody – often the CIA – is either beaming thoughts into their heads, or has implanted a microchip in their brains for this purpose. This guy was offering a very thoughtful argument as to why such claims should not be so quickly dismissed.

“It’s precisely because such delusions are so common that mental patients make the best test subjects,” he said. There he was, confined and protected, constantly observed, his health and behavior documented, and there is zero chance that anyone would ever take his concerns seriously. How else would you test and improve such technology? Does the government not have a strong motivation and a plausible ability to create such a device?

“You can see I’m not irrational,” the man said. “I’m just straight-up telling you that they are doing this to me. I know just how unbelievable it sounds, and yet, here I am.”

11. The Boy who Loved Knives

As a tech in psych years ago, there was a 7-year-old kid sent to the floor because the mom didn’t know what to do with him. Sadly, common thing to happen, even if the kids don’t have psych issues. Anyway, the mom was shaking and crying, and they had to take the kid into another room. She was genuinely afraid of her own son. She had suspected something was wrong when she kept finding mutilated animals in the backyard, but never heard or saw coyotes or anything around. The neighbors smaller pets started disappearing. The boy had an obsession with knives, hiding them around the house. Denying anything when the mom confronted him. Then when the two started getting into arguments, he would get really violent and hit her, push her down and kick her, threaten to kill her. On multiple occasions she woke up in the middle of the night with him standing beside her bed, staring her in the face. She put extra locks on her bedroom door to feel safe while she slept. The last straw was when she lifted up his mattress and found 50+ knives of all shapes and sizes under there. So she brought him to us.

I remember talking to him, treating him like he was just any other kid that came through. He seemed remarkably normal, until you spoke directly to him. He had this way of looking right through you, or maybe like he didn’t see you at all while you were speaking.

He would respond like a robot, like he was just saying words because that’s what we wanted to hear. And he would always put on this creepy, dead-looking smile. Like all mouth and no eye involvement in the smile. Especially when he would get away with something, like taking another kid’s markers and they couldn’t figure it out. Still gives me chills laying here thinking about him.

I believe I met a 7-year-old psychopath.

12. The New Mom

I was a pharmacy technician at a hospital with a psych ward for some time. We would have to go around with a cart and dispense the patients’ medications, and being a 5’2″ girl, a security guard or male nurse would accompany me, just as a precaution. I never had any real issues other than the occasional death grip onto my arm or manic outbursts, but there was one boy who was entirely different.

His chart said he was nine and he had pale skin, dark hair, and huge bright, green eyes. He always greeted me in the most polite way, asked how I was doing, and always found something different to compliment me on every time. He was extremely well-spoken and mature for his age, so I began looking forward to seeing him, as normal small talk is definitely cherished in that setting. If he saw me outside of his room in the halls, he made sure to say hello and always called me “Miss Jones” or “ma’am.”

One day, a couple of our female nurses saw me pause to chat with him in the hallway, and waved me over to ask if I was out of my mind. Apparently, when he was in kindergarten, he grew an intense attachment to his young female teacher.

This escalated to the point of him calling her “Mom” and leaving notes for her about how he wished he were her son. He had a normal home-life with both parents, and the teacher tried to explain to him that she couldn’t be his mom because that would hurt his real mother’s feelings, and that she already had that job covered.

So, he went home and, killed his own mother in her sleep by cutting her throat, so his teacher could be his mom. The female staff had a general rule of not interacting with him excessively to prevent any kind of attachment from forming.

13. Bugs

Nothing I can say can possibly describe the year I worked in Psychiatric Intensive Care. Creepy isn’t the thing that comes to mind when I think back on it…more heartbreaking and horrifying. But creepiness was a part of it. Especially evening and night shifts, naturally.

There is always something disturbing about watching someone while they hallucinate. You can tell it is 100% real to them, and something about that makes you believe it, on some level. A lot of stories end with, “and of course, I had to look over my shoulder to make sure”. You see the emotions it brings out.

There was a woman that came in and sat down across the table from me for her admission interview. She had bandages all over her arms and scotch tape over her mouth and ears. She looked very uncomfortable and wouldn’t really sit still. When the nurse would ask her a question, she would peel the corner of the tape back and answer, then stick the tape back on really fast.

We eventually found out that she saw and felt bugs crawling all over her, and they were trying to get inside her body. The tape was to keep the bugs out. The bandages were because some bugs got in and she had to dig them out. She couldn’t sit still because she felt the bugs all over her even while we sat and talked. The worst part was, she had some idea that it was her mind playing tricks on her. Can you imagine going through your life, feeling like someone is continuously dumping buckets of cockroaches on your head, feeling like they’re all over you and getting inside of you to the point that you’re digging chunks out of your flesh in a panic, all while knowing intellectually that none of it is real?

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[madpanda75]

“Roadtrip with Rafael: Part One”

Ok, I had this idea in my head for ages and it took me forever to get it done (writer’s block is a bitch!) I hope you all like it! 

 Part Two 

Epilogue  

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Rafael stood outside the precinct, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every few minutes. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed your number for the 5th time that morning.

You heard your phone buzz in your pocket. “Must be Barba.” You thought to yourself. Speeding down the road, you glanced at the clock, it was 6:45 am. Both of you were on your way to Buffalo, New York for an assignment and you were late picking him up.

A week ago, your squad had arrested a serial rapist and murderer, James Cleary. Cleary had terrorized the city for a month, raping and murdering 5 young college girls. There were also several other cold cases which you believed were linked to him. During an interrogation, he had let it slip that his killing spree had begun in Buffalo with his old army buddy, Michael Shaw. Shaw had already been arrested for theft and murder in upstate New York, your lieutenant had arranged for a meeting with him in the hopes he would provide information on Cleary and his victims. Rafael had made an agreement with the DA in Buffalo, Shaw would get a deal in exchange for his testimony against Cleary.

Rafael turned his head and held his arms up in exasperation upon seeing you pull up to the front of the precinct. “You’re 45 minutes late, Y/N!” The ADA exclaimed as he got in the car. “We have a scheduled appointment with Shaw at 2:30! It’s a 7 hour drive upstate. What if we miss it?”

You rubbed your temples, it was too early in the morning to hear Barba barking in your ear. “Calm your tits, Barba! I’m sorry, I set my alarm for “PM” instead of “AM.” Besides, the way I drive...we’ll be there with time to spare.” You said pulling back onto the street and speeding down the block.

“Great...as long we make it there in one piece.” Rafael grumbled. You reached down into the car console and handed him the extra coffee and breakfast burrito you brought him. “Just relax, Rafael. Have some coffee, eat some breakfast and we’ll be there before you know it.” He graciously accepted both, “Thanks,” he replied.

When you first found out that you would be accompanying Rafael to Buffalo, you were less than thrilled. This was your first big assignment and you wanted to do a great job without any distractions or fighting. You and Rafael always seemed to be butting heads. Your first time meeting the ADA, he had mistaken you for an intern and tried to shoo you out of his office. A year later and you both still pushed each other’s buttons, but as much as you bickered with Rafael, even you had to admit that the two of you did make a great team. You both brought out the best in each other, always pushing the other to be better, get more evidence, find a new way to prosecute a case.

Underneath the arguing, there was also an undeniable sexual chemistry between you two. He may have been an ass, but Rafael was incredibly sexy, many times you would watch as he confidently strutted into the bullpen. His seductive green eyes, lustrous hair and that ass that reminded you of two scoops of butter pecan ice cream, you didn’t know if you wanted to fight him or grab him by the lapels and kiss him hard. For awhile, you thought your lusting after Rafael was completely one sided but there were moments when you would catch him staring at you. As soon as your eyes would meet, he would adjust his tie and clear his throat, a flush creeping up on his face, which made you think perhaps this lust filled infatuation was mutual.

On your way over to the precinct this morning, you made a pact with your head and your heart. You would try to be more open to Rafael’s side, especially when it came to this case and squash any burning desire you had to ride his thick Cuban cock into the sunset. “Open mind, closed legs” was your mantra for the trip. Of course being inches away from Rafael, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne, was making the closed legs portion of your promise incredibly difficult to uphold.

You stopped at a red light and turned to face the ADA, “Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye on certain things, but I want to try to work together and not argue so much. Let’s just have a good trip and nail this bastard.”

Rafael smirked and nodded his head, “I agree.” You smiled and waited for the light to turn.

While you were focusing on the road, Rafael looked over at you, studying your profile. He thought you were an amazing detective, which is why he would push you as much as he did. He also liked that you gave as much as you got. Although you and him always seemed to disagree, there was something more between you two, bubbling beneath the surface. Often Rafael would find himself stealing glances of you, taking in your large eyes, shapely mouth, the way your hair framed your face, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Over the months, his desire for you grew stronger.  While laying in bed, he would think about what it would be like to kiss you, to taste you, to feel your legs wrapped around him while you moaned his name. Sometimes, he would catch you out of the corner of his eye, staring at him, blushing and biting your bottom lip, only causing blood to pump further south to his shaft.

“You’re awfully quiet, counselor.” You casually said waking Rafael from his reverie. “Do you want to listen to some music? If I have to drive for 7 hours in silence, I’ll go crazy.” You handed your phone over to the ADA. Rafael looked through your playlists, amazed at your collection. “Oh my God, Y/N. How can you have so music! You really listen to all of this?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I love music, how it makes you feel, the significance behind songs, the artistry. It’s really beautiful. I can go from listening to Spice Girls in the morning, by lunchtime I’ll switch over to Hole or some Fleetwood Mac and end the day with Childish Gambino or Leon Bridges. It’s amazing how in one day, your mood can just change all through music. It can make you happy or sad, it’s like….art in motion, people baring their souls in just a few short minutes of a song. Nietzsche said, “without music, life would be a mistake.”

Rafael looked at you amazed, he had no idea how passionate you were about music. “So do you always make your passengers the DJ and quote German philosophers?” You giggled, blushing a little. Rafael deciding it was the cutest thing he had ever heard. “German philosophers no, but I always let my driving partner pick the music and the squad loves it. Fin plays 90s hip hop, we listen to Wu-Tang Clan while we debate about who shot Tupac and Biggie Smalls. Sonny and I rock out to The Ramones and The Clash. Amanda has opened me up to country music and we both love Old Crow Medicine Show. Mike is all about the Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel.”

“What about Olivia?” He asked. You looked over at Rafael. “Promise not to tell?”

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk. You let out a breath, “Olivia loves disco.” Rafael began to laugh upon hearing the guilty pleasure of his good friend. “You’re lying, Y/N.”

“Would I lie to you? I promise, she is a major disco queen. We listen to Abba, Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer, the Bee Gees, everything.”

“Olivia Benson….disco queen.” Rafael mumbled as he looked through your playlist, finding his choice. “Ok, Y/N. You ready for my song choice.”

You playfully purred, “Mmmmm do your worst, Rafael.” He smirked at you and pressed play, suddenly the car was filled with the opening song to Hamilton. You smiled, surprised at his choice. “I never took you for a Hamilton fan, counselor.”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, detective.” Rafael replied. “Well we have 7 hours, tell me everything.” You playfully demanded.

The two of you rocked out to Hamilton, even singing a few songs together, when the soundtrack finished, there was still 5 hours left of your road trip. The two of you passed the time talking about everything, your childhoods, likes, dislikes, your passions. By the time you reached Buffalo, you both had a new found appreciation for each other, you really enjoyed talking to the ADA. The conversation felt comfortable, it was almost as if the walls Rafael had built up over the years were starting to break down and you were just now getting to know him for the first time.

The two of you made it to Buffalo Correctional Facility with 20 minutes to spare. Sitting next to the ADA, you both waited for Michael Shaw to come out of his cell.You jostled your leg, starting to feel nervous, you really were hoping Shaw could give you the information you needed. You felt Rafael’s hand on your shaking leg, his fingertips radiating warmth, “Hey, Y/N. It’s going to be ok.” You gifted him a small smile, while he gave your leg one last squeeze. Finally a buzzer rang and in walked Michael Shaw.

Shaw licked his lips and looked you over, his gaze made your skin crawl, but you pulled your shoulders back and sat up straight. “Wow, if I had known that someone as beautiful as you was coming to talk to me, I would have combed my hair or something. Mmmm I bet you get all the guys going where you work, darling.” Shaw said before looking over at Rafael and winking.

The ADA clenched his jaw. You were gorgeous and he was used to seeing men at the precinct stare at you, even some of the perps would make crude comments to you, but something in Shaw’s mannerism was making Rafael feel uneasy. He felt a deeply rooted urge to protect you from Shaw.

“We’re not talking about myself, Mr.Shaw. Let’s talk about your friend, James Cleary, remember him?” You asked the inmate.

Shaw looked up, as if the answer to your question was in the air. “James Cleary….sounds familiar. Maybe?” Rafael slid a file across the table to Shaw containing James’ photo along with photos of the missing girls, “Perhaps this will refresh your memory.”

The inmate looked over the pictures while you began to talk. “You tell us what you know about Cleary and any of these missing girls and there may be something in this for you.”

“Quid pro quo, Mr. Shaw. With the information you provide, we may be able to strike a deal and lessen your prison sentence.” Rafael said. Shaw mused over the files before looking up at you, “These girls don’t hold a candle to you, gorgeous. Too bad we didn’t meet a few years ago before I ended up here. I would have rocked your world, baby doll.”

You kept your poker face, when deep down you wanted to throw up at Shaw’s insinuation. “You couldn’t handle me, honey.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Shaw said as he licked his lips. Rafael clenched his fists to keep from beating the man up, “Do we have a deal or not, Mr. Shaw?” He barked at the inmate.

Shaw leaned forward and looked directly at him. “That depends, is she part of the deal? I get a little conjugal time with your pretty little detective here?” He replied motioning towards you. Rafael stood up and banged his fists on the table with such force, you jumped. “That’s enough, Mr. Shaw. Either you tell us about James Cleary and these girls or you rot here in your cell.”  He growled at the inmate. You had never seen Rafael this angry and defensive, he stared at Shaw not backing down.

The inmate looked at the two of you for a moment and laughed. “Relax, I was just messing around. Sit down counselor and I’ll tell you all about Mr. Cleary, provided the deal is still on the table.”

Rafael sat down and looked over at you with a hint of a smirk. “Start talking Mr. Shaw.” You said to the inmate.

After Rafael threatened to take away the deal, Michael Shaw was more than willing to spill the beans on his friend and you were able to identify two more of his victims. You left on a high, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Well I don’t know about you, Barba, but I could use a drink and a steak. Want to check into our hotel and then grab some food maybe.”

Rafael was grateful it was beginning to get dark to conceal the flush he was getting on his cheeks. It’s not like you two hadn’t had causal drinks with the rest of the squad before, but now it was just the two of you alone. After everything that had happened today, it felt different. Not wanting to seem overeager, Rafael maintained his composure, “That sounds great, Y/N.”

The two of you got in the car to head towards the hotel. Before you put the key in the ignition, you squeezed the ADA’s shoulder, “I meant to say earlier….thank you for defending me back there with Shaw. He was a real creep and I really appreciated you having my back.” You placed your hand in his own, Rafael looked down, it looked so small compared to his larger paw. He smiled back at you and gently squeezed your hand, “You’re welcome.” The two of you kept each other’s gaze for a few moments. Rafael’s eyes moved down to your lips, desperately wanting to just reach out and kiss you. You blushed and pulled your hand back, starting the car.

“So Y/N, where would you like to go for dinner.” Rafael asked, hoping the topic would help to dissipate the sexual tension. “Well I did a bit of research on this area and I think I know the perfect spot. You up for a little fun, counselor?” You said with a mischievous smile. Your flirty comments sent a tingle straight to Rafael’s groin, “Lead the way detective.” You pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the hotel, excited for your evening with Rafael.

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[alloveroliver]

10 things I love about Oliver Knight.

@one-eyed-captain-kinky requested I make one too! Soooo here goes nothing (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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1. He's a Hero

-Oliver legit saves you in the prologue, he straight up KICKS DOWN the door to the civic center!?!?! Have you seen those door?! They are massive.

-During events (i do pt2) and (SPOILERS) route, he gives MC the item she needs to LITERALLY save the day.

-C!Oliver actually shields MC from a man pointing a knife at her, with his body. (Time Event) He moves himself between you and the assailant and says "In this line of work, silence is stupidity."

-Despite his complaining, he barely knows this girl and goes out of his way to SAVE her time and time again. (He's a good person!)

2. Oliver's Poisonous Tongue

-My IRL best friend has a very similar personality. She constantly roasts me no matter the situation. If she's ever nice to someone, she hates them. If shes rude, she loves them! I can see a LOT of similarities in these personalities. Maybe thats why I feel like I get his character.

(Also, anyone else I know that loves Oliver also has a similar friend XD)

-He isn't afraid to tell some something when everyone else wont. V bold

-His sharp wit is probably the best thing I've ever experienced.

3. His Curse Makes Him Intriguing

-We assume, without being told any details, that Oliver is an adult whos body changes into the appearance of a 13 year old in the daytime hours. He is seen at night as a fully grown adult.

-Why does that make me love him?! His curse forces him to become vulnerable. He's got a strong personality but is knocked down a peg every morning. He's treated differently due to this uncontrollable ability and I think many people can relate. But he keeps working hard! Keeps his life going despite his situation!

4. He Makes Me Feel Special.

-During Fenrir's route, Fen states that Oliver wont talk much but dont take it personally, thats just how he is. MC gets there and he talks her ear off! So she goes back to Fenrir and tells him he wont shut up and Fenrir is confused like, "Ive never seen him do that..." (not direct quotes) "I guess that pipsqueak does talk when I'm not around"- Fen

-Again, Oliver does/makes small things just for MC that literally end up saving her.

-He's forward about the fact that he changes, cuz (*spoiler*) we just found out only 2 other people know he's cursed. Why does he want MC to know so badly? 😊

-When he flicks MCs forehead. 🙃

5. His name has double meaning: Oliver Knight

- "Oliver" is an English name (obvs hes from London) meaning Olive tree or Olive branch. Usually given to the enemy as a sign of peace. Could be a wink at his London Origins and that he also had canceling magic, like Alice at first, that could bring peace to The Cradle.

-"Knight" as a chess piece symbolizes the forces of nature, light and dark, good and evil, opposing forces which permit the manifestation of all things material.

- In conclusion, damn thats a strong name.

6. A!Oliver is A Snacc

-My LORT he's a HOTIEEE ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

-C!Oliver is just cute and I want to carry him around in my pocket.

7. His smile

-Once you've earned it, it'll knock your socks off.

8. He's Got His Shit Together

-He runs a business during the day (hat shop) and runs a small business at night (Blacksmith inventor) He works hard and always makes sure the product he's developing is top notch.

-He gets upset when someone isn't responsible. Despite Oliver's curse, he manages a LOT and seems to dislike when he sees someone else wasting their potential.

9. He's A Good Friend

-To Blalnc: they always have dinner together and tea parties. They seem to be old friends even though they bicker, Blanc knows Oliver better than anyone and tries to help MC understand hes actually a good person if he shuts his damn mouth 😂 Also, he becomes genuinely concerned for him when Blanc tries to go off to the front lines, (giving us the funniest fucking quote ive ever read) [Ah I can't find it! Something about Blanc being so absent minded he would wonder around the front lines and get skewered like a pig 😂]

-To Kyle: he's part of the drinking buddy crew! To me, when he disses Kyle, It shows me just how close they are. Oliver (and Blanc) go with him on a regular basis to the pub because Kyle loves companionship. (He says that in Jonahs route? I think)

-To Fenrir: Even though he is a customer, Oliver still does things for Fenrir he wouldn't normally do. In Fens route, Oliver makes sure MC gets home safely through the looking glass (light hole? Lmao) and gives her the letter Fenrir meant for her. He also fills all of his ridiculous requests perfectly.

10. He's a Secret Sweetheart

-When his walls come down he is often described as "Unusually Polite" and "gentlemanly"

-He always takes the time to talk to her about going back to the land of reason and gives her good points. He seems to have a huge regret hanging over him, and cares enough to make sure she doesn't have any.

-In the I Do event (*Spoilers*) he wipes MCs tears?!?!?!? He takes out his handkerchief and wipes her tears... I can't 😍

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I leave you with a concept: Waking up next to Cured!A!Oliver the day after you save him, and watch him for the first time stay an adult in the daylight. When suddenly he wraps his long arms around your body, pulling you close and whispered "It's kinda creepy to stare at someone while they sleep." HE HAS MESSY BED-HEAD AND HIS VOICE IS EXTRA DEEP FROM SLEEPINESS.＼₍ᵔ●ᆺ●ᵔ₎／

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #oliver knight #why i love oliver knight #alloveroliver

[shewantedtobeasecretgirl]

7. Bass is heavy a.k.a. useful finger techniques, Dee Dee Ramone’s yelling and helpful octopuses

„Damn, I forgot Sly and Ethel in the van!” she groans and slaps on her forehead.

“No problem, I bring them with the next round.” Scully offers and disappears in the hallway that leads to the backdoor. I have no idea who Sly and Ethel can be but I don’t want to know it either… Now that she’s been left alone she tries to push the carriage trolley with the amps to its place on the stage. With little success. But her fight with the gear twice as heavy as her reminds me of a scene.

“Old woman!” I call her.

“Man!” she corrects me still pressing against the load at full strength. Okay, she passed the test again but that’s not a big deal, Monty Python’s Holy Grail basically became a mainstream movie by now, anybody could quote a few scenes from it. Okay, not everyone, none of my former girlfriends was familiar with absurd humor and neither is Amber. I got her to watch it with me but I gave up the mission and turned off the video recorder when she asked for the third time how much time was left of it. It’s just not for her.

“Okay, Dennis, where’s my cow?” I inquire while I’m helping her win the battle; otherwise hours later, the amps would still stand in the middle of the stage and our crowd would enjoy her hopeless struggle instead of the show.

“Are you deaf? Or just concentration problems?” she asks harshly, avoiding my glance and trying to ignore my intervention but her rush moves uncover the surprise she might feel about it.

“Hey, it’s not easy to talk with you, do you know? I asked you about something, I even emphasized my lack of information using a different tone, in grammar text books you can find the encyclopedic explanation in chapter “Question”.” I draw a question mark with my index finger in the air. “The next communication panel is the so-called “answer” in which you satisfy my need for details…” I gesture the quotation marks too.

“I won’t satisfy you in any way, excuse me…” she cuts me off and even tosses me away a bit as she steps dynamically to the monitor board to plug the cables into it.

“I’m just trying to ask where’s my…” I don’t need to finish the sentence since Scully arrives back with Dave’s stage prop, holding my cow under his arm.

“And I was trying to refer to the fact that we take care of Ethel and Sly.” she nods at the two mascots.

“Ethel?” I blurt out frowning. This chick isn’t sane, she was serious about searching for a name for it… “Since when has she been called Ethel?”

“Actually her name has always been Ethel, you’ve just never asked her about it.” she fixes her glasses with a wiseacre face. “She was quite unhappy, did you know that? I caught her searching for numbers of slaughterhouses in the phonebook as she wanted to volunteer to be a steak ingredient, no wonder knowing you. But when I told her we were traveling to Texas soon she immediately changed her mind. Now she wants to be the spokesperson of the anti-rodeo movement. A little care makes wonders.”

Her fantasy is quite intense, I have to admit.

“So you’re obsessed with stuffed animals?” I ask leaning against my Marshall and watch her wiring the stage with quick moves.

“…asks the guy who keeps one on his amplifier…” she mumbles darting at me for a second and raising one eyebrow. “What are you doing here, anyway? Are you supervising me or what? As far as I know I’m an unbearable person who makes the others admire her and uses her family ties…”

Nice attempt but not enough to distract me.

“…and who told, ahem, yelled at me that I should get to know her better, that’s what I’m trying to do right now.” I continue the sentence. “So tell me, Judith, how many stuffed animals do you have exactly? I bet there are a few ones in your bedroom… my first estimation would be somewhere between five and ten.”

“Oh yeah, my bedroom. Damn, you’ve got me… First of all there’s that huge teddy sitting on my bed, how did you figure it out? Then there’s the bunny in the armchair, the cute seal on my desk and my stuffed pony and unicorn collection, I gave up counting them a few years ago. And I have to mention that everything in the room is very pink and very fluffy. Do I meet the profile you created about me?” she bats her eyelashes.

Clever, but not clever enough to drive me to the wall.

“Actually, when I asked you about stuffed animals I was talking about stuffed animals. Like, dead animals which are stuffed. I mean, I could totally imagine a few stuffed bats, snakes and rats hanged on your shelves full of mysterious ingredients for occult purposes. Candles arranged on the points of a huge pentagram, right next to the coffin-shaped bed…”

“You left out the voodoo dolls. I have a bunch of them, the latest one I prepared wears denim pants and a Luv Co shirt tucked into them…” she approaches threatening me with a jack plug and for one second I think she’s about to stick it into my eyeball but in the last moment she changes direction and plugs it into the matching slot of the amp. I acknowledge, she didn’t need much time to know her way around our gear… But come on, even a chimpanzee can be trained how to put different solids into the right holes, she’s on the level of an average lab monkey. “But how come I turned from a nun into a witch in one single day? You’re pretty much inconsistent at insulting, Gossard…”

That makes sense. I open my mouth to cite the witch hunt scene from the mentioned movie but Scully intervenes in our conversation.

“Guys, if you go on like this I’ll claim payrise from Eric…”

“For what? How do you mean it?” she turns in his direction with hands on hips.

“Conflict management bonus.” he shrugs casually. “Seriously, could you just stop for a moment? For just a few seconds, I feel like I was at a fucking dogfight.”

“It was him who started it!” she exclaims outraged pointing at me.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know what she’s talking about.” I play dumb raising my hands in front of me.

“Jesus, you’re hopeless. Forget the stopping part, I just want the money.” Scully shakes his head resigned.

“Money? What money? I don’t know what’s going on here but I want money too.” Smitty enters in the company off Dave, Karrie and Jeff.

“When did everybody get so greedy? Actually, it is you who should pay me for my show, I’m the only one who keeps you entertained in this boring touring life.” I smirk as I begin to tune my orange Les Paul.

“As for me, I prefer boredom by all means.“ she rolls her eyes and begins to flipping through her notebook.

“Hey, Judy, we have a few spare hour after the soundcheck and I thought… I thought we could begin your bass guitar lessons.” Jeff scratches his nape holding his other hand deep in his pocket. Awkward loverboy alert… I pull a few steps away because I’m not interested in this embarrassing lovey-dovey but I also try to stay within earshot. Not that I give a shit about it, it’s just better to keep up with the sequels.

“Sure!” she smiles. “I mean, Karrie, do you have any plans for the rest of the afternoon? If you don’t, we could…”

“Beth wants to do some shopping, I forgot to mention it… so I’m going with her. I wanted to ask you too but I have a mind like a sieve…” Karrie answers suspiciously quickly.

“Oookay, then why not?”

“Your place or mine?” Jeff asks not noticing how ambiguous he sounds.

“Jesus, Jeff, you don’t waste your time, straight to the point…” I throw in, which makes the others stop staring them and suddenly everybody pretends to be busy with their work to hide their grins and snorts.

“There’s that small park near the hotel, what if we go there?” the target person of the courtship tries to ignore my remark but can’t disguise the tremble in her voice.

Clever, again. She picks a neutral place. Cautious enough not to show her closest surrounding and smart enough not to get in awkward situations. I mean, boys’ rooms tend to be quite messy, the mixed smell of sweat and deodorant for men, not to mention the stinky sneakers and boxers left on the bed…

“Great. I’ve already mapped out which things I want to show you first.” Jeff goes on enthusiastically and more awkwardly if it’s possible at all. I see Dave’s shoulders shaking as he kneels behind his bass drum to fake-fix its pedal.

“Let’s begin with the basics, I only learnt the most common chords to be able to play some accompaniment to campfire songs and nursery rhymes.” she insists on keeping the conversation under control but Jeff doesn’t seem to cooperate.

“I can teach you a few useful finger techniques.” he exercises the fingers of his bear paws with sincere innocence in his eyes but at this point everybody cracks up; even his future music student giggles bashfully.

“What’s with everyone?” he looks around confused. “What’s so funny?”

“You should… have… heard yourself...” Scully hiccups as he and Smitty collapse of uncontrollable laughter onto each other’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah. That conversation was… juicy.” Dave adds winking and doing unmistakable moves with his hips and arms.

“Oh fff…” Jeff buries his face into his palms replaying the scene in his head. Dave steps to him to pat his shoulders a few times.

“You know what, Ames? You shouldn’t talk so much about what you’re going to do. Just… do it.”

***

“So what’s your plan with that skateboard?” Judy asks while we’re walking in the park searching for a remote place. She hasn’t come up with that awkward conversation yet and I can’t be grateful enough to her for that. I don’t know what happened to me, usually I’m not that clueless type… I was probably way too much focused on the possible outcome of this day. If can I stick to my plan, I’m going to ask her out in like one hour and I have absolutely no idea what she might answer and that drives me crazy. Cool down, Ament, don’t act like a junior high school student before his first prom…

“Uhm… I know it sounds surprising but I thought I could skateboard here…” Aaaand in the category of meaningless answers, the Oscar goes to… drumbeat… Jeffrey Allen Ament, Big Sandy, Montana!!! “Plus, I thought if being a qualified musician, you found the class boring, we could spice it up with some physical challenges… like… you should play bass lines while rolling and balancing on this skateboard. And if it was still a piece of cake for you we could search for a skate park with half pipes and you could even do somersaults and flips.”

“I don’t know… I’m not an athletic type… I’ve only tried to ride a scooter once in my life. Mary Sue Kellerman, my classmate lent me hers on the playground when we were second graders. She explained and showed me how to do it but somehow I didn’t feel the technique, I stepped on it, drove it a few times and enjoyed the speed so much that I forgot to drive it again.” she giggles.

“And… what happened?”

“Seeing I was slowing down she yelled after me like ”Drive, drive!” but I felt paralyzed, I pulled up gradually and ended up tumbling from a standing position…”

“Poor you! But my first skateboarding attempts weren’t glorious either and I still collect a few injuries when I decide to learn a new trick. But I fell in love with it at first… try, and I never want to give it up.”

“You could be a cool, skateboarding grandpa who shocks the youth!”

We find a calm, trellis-like corner and settle down still discussing the same topic. Unlike most girls I know, she doesn’t mind it at all and when I tell her how my father convinced me to build my own skateboard instead of buying that expensive Stacy Peralta board, she turns out to know him. I can’t believe my ears when she mentions Tony Alva too, I mean, who’s this girl?

“And how did you pick up how to play the guitar?” she nods towards the bass on my lap.

“Believe or not I took a few lessons… But they were boring, at least for me, no chords, no songs, only scales…”

“Scales are important!” she corrects me. I always forget that she’s pretty conscious as for music which isn’t typical at all in the band.

“What can I say… I grew up listening to my uncle’s records and as I could spare some money I spent all of it on ordering music magazines and vinyls. And when I started playing bass I figured out how to use my stereo vinyl player to learn Dee Dee Ramone’s parts.”

“I love them!” she exclaims.

“Really? I mean, you know a lot about music and punk songs aren’t very sophisticated concerning the musical part…”

“But that’s the best in punk. Even if you’re not very talented technically you still can play a bunch of songs… or if you can’t, you can still reproduce Dee Dee Ramone’s totally out-of-rhythm “one-two-three-four” yelling. And most punk songs operate with the classic scale degrees. Ramones also use the holy trinity of tonic, subdominant and dominant like the greatest composers before them and…” she jabbers enthusiastically without breathing.

“Waitwaitwait, stop! I don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about, if you want to analyze my favorite songs to me you have to go back to Genesis to make it understandable for this Montanan jerk!” I cut her off chuckling.

“Do you mean the Old Testament or the band?” she grins. “Anyway, it’s very simple, look.”

She grabs the instrument out of my lap, disposes it onto hers and strums all strings one after another.

“Normal basses are tuned like double basses, right?“ To my nodding she names them. “E, A, D, G. So, let’s take Blitzkrieg Bop which is written in A major.” She plays the bass line of the mentioned song flawlessly and explains its chord progression in the meantime. I listen to her with dropped jaw and when she falls silent for a second, I take my bass quickly back.

“Okay, the lesson is over, excuse me but I have to go and bury myself alive.” I remark trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t want to sound like a nerd or show off with my theoretical knowledge, I…”

“You don’t have to apologize for amazing me! But now it’s my turn to amaze you… Do you like graffiti?”

“I don’t know… I’m ambivalent… there are a few ones which look good and are also meaningful but if someone destroys a clear wall with stupid scrawls…” she frowns.

Oh. That’s not a good sign… Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

“I prefer the creative ones too, such as my friend from the art school. He studied photography and spent his last years with shooting the best graffiti he’s seen all across the country and Canada and his exhibition opens on Thursday in Boston. And since we have a day off right that day, right there, I thought you could join.” I utter fast with one big breath. She stares me silently for a few seconds which seem like an eternity.

“ ’Course. Cool.” she answers briefly as if she was declaring something evident. I don’t have too much time to process the positive reception since she begins to roll my skateboard back and forth with her foot.

“Your introduction made me curious, I want to try this diabolical device.”

“Haha, okay, but only if I can walk next to you, you may need a handhold.”

She steps onto the board and she rolls cautiously on the path where we got here in a few minutes. She’s too busy with balancing to notice the rest of the band approaching from the gate.

“Hey Jeff, a suspicious woman is trying to steal your baby!” Eddie shouts.

“Look, guys I’m skateboaaaaaa…” she has to circle with her arms a few times and grab my shoulder to prevent herself from tumbling.

“Carefully, Judy. You should try surfing, it improves sense of balance and falling in water is safer than concrete.” Ed recommends.

“Say yes, if you don’t want to be fired…” Mike whisper-shouts hiding his face with one hand from Eddie preventing him from hearing it, which is obviously totally unnecessary.

“I’m not a big swimmer, so…” she shrugs apologetically.

“Anyway, did Jeff force you to try it? You can answer by signaling with your eyelids…” Mike jokes on.

“No, she just turned out to be a way better bass player than me. So I’ll quit the band and she’s begun to practice before she has to take over all of my tasks.”

“Ah, I see. Judy, I warn you, you’ll have to slam-dance with me. You should gain some weight, I don’t want to kill you…”

“Ed’s right. I’m going to slap you in the face with the guitar neck a few times… I mean literally… but no offense, you can hit back anytime you want or you can land on my foot after jumps from the monitor box like Jeff does…”

Judy wrinkles her nose as she tries to follow the relay of jokes. Stone – who has stayed silent until now – flashes an evil grin and clears his throat. The well-known first signs of his moronic verbal diarrhea.

“Guys, you forgot to prepare her for the most important circumstances. But that’s why I am the band leader… Judith, you have to do some shopping. The polyester basketball shirts are essential parts of our stage look, we can’t allow ourselves losing them just because Jeff quits. And the hats… that’s a more difficult question, they look quite… unique… so I don’t think you have any other choice than borrow them. Do you have sensitive scalp? Because… nevermind, I can lend you a few bandanas to make it more hygienic. Oh, and at certain points of the shows you’ll have to strip. Jeff often drops his shirt and plays on half-naked as you could already see it, you can’t break this tradition. But you also have to keep the hat on your head, don’t ask me why, that’s the rule.”

I sway my guitar case pretending I want to hit him and in the meantime I bite my lower lip to repress my grin. Stone is an idiot but sometimes he has good ideas… I mean obviously I can relate to that plot if I can be in the crowd… Jesus, when did I become such a sexist? I’ve just asked the poor girl out and… I’d better take a cold shower.

***

“And can we see you on TV on Saturday?” I ask rolling the film with my finger back and forth on the table. When Judy called me I was selecting pictures I want to show to Krisha as reference works and I found a few ones which I have to have developed.

“Nah, I don’t think so. We’re going to be with the guys in the studio but we’re not going to be filmed with the cameras. I think Karrie and Brett will have to work with the sound staff in the control room and I… I don’t know yet, if they let me in too I’ll just watch them like a useless idiot… which I am…”

“Control room? Wow, that sounds like a sci-fi, I can totally imagine the Star Trek characters there…” I deliberately ignore her low self-esteem-powered remark. “I’ve also seen in the previews that Sharon Stone would host the show, that’s an interesting combination…”

“Yep, Eric mentioned the creators wanted a funny scene or spot with her and the band but I don’t know if they can find a common ground. They only want to play music and aren’t interested in show business at all.”

“Maybe they want to gag with their physical appearance. Like, Sharon is tall and her legs are unrealistically long whereas Eddie is short so the screenwriters may figure out a joke about him being able to walk between her legs without bowing his head.” I guess as I start rummaging the photo heaps in front of me.

“Haha, you’re evil! You have no right to joke about Ed’s height, you’re a dwarf just like me…”

“But dwarf jokes are the best ones, you have to admit it. And… what are your plans until Saturday? Have you used the tape recorder yet?”

“Noooo…”

“You’re unbelievable, I’ve said you should…”

“…borrow a guitar, I know. Uhm, yesterday Jeff gave me a bass lesson, does that count?”

“Mmmmh, Jeff Ament?” I ask meaningfully. Since Judy joined the staff I played with the idea of them getting together, he seems to match her.

“No, Jeff Goldblum… of course Jeff Ament, who else? And he also let me ride his skateboard.”

“He let you ride his skateboard? That’s how you call it? It’s that a new slang or…” I cackle.

“Shut up, I meant it literally. No slang, no obscene details.” she cuts me off severely. So typical, usually she isn’t against sex related jokes but when actual guys around her come into play, she suddenly turns into a prude spinster.

“Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I’m just surprised, you haven’t mentioned yet you two spend time alone.” Actually I’m happy for these news, not only because I think they’d click but also because in the first ten minutes of our conversation she was cursing Stone Gossard. And even if only the half of what she claimed is true, I can’t blame her; the dude must be quite obnoxious. But still, she barely mentions anyone else from the band and I’m afraid if she goes on like this, these negative feelings will spoil her tour. “And how went the skateboarding? Did you collect a few bruises?”

“Haha, not yet. I didn’t try any tricks and I was probably quite clumsy but he kept encouraging me, he’s a nice guy. And ah, as for plans, he asked me whether I want to go to the photo exhibition of his friend in Boston. The guy invited them and Jeff asked me to join too.”

“That sounds great! And what kind of photos?”

“Photos of interesting graffiti. Jeff used to draw graffiti as well, did you know that? He told me a lot about himself but not in that annoying way when one is talking and talking and isn’t interested in the listener at all… this and the fact Eric defended me and they even gave me a cake… and that Jeff invited me with the bunch… make me feel they really accepted me as a member of the crew… and… oh, shit, I have to go, we have to set off for the show! Kisses for Mom and Granny!”

“Bye, take care of…” It’s needless to finish the sentence since she hung up in the meantime.

A few minutes later, I can hear the key turning in the lock and Mom literally falls in the apartment with her heavy shopping bags.

“You should have knocked, I would have helped you if you had asked me…” I shake my head and collect the apples and small cans which rolled everywhere on the ground.

“If I can give injection to Mrs. Mueller while she’s yelling at me calling me Gestapo’s slut, I can do everything…”

“Your foundation should employ octopuses, they are strong, can use their legs independently and are good listeners. And some of your clients wouldn’t even wonder if one crawled into their home…”

“That’s sure. I ask the opinion of my boss about it.” she settles to the table staring exhausted in front of herself.

“Anyway, you’ve just missed Judy’s call.”

“Damn… I wanted to hear her voice, I literally tossed Mrs. Muller into her bed to finish earlier…”

“Unfortunately you can’t see her either… I asked her about Saturday Night Live and we won’t see her in the show… But we still could watch it together, I would show you the guys and tell everything I’ve heard about them from her. We could make some popcorn and…”

“Oh, sweetie, haven’t I mentioned yet? I… I have to work…” she suddenly gets embarrassed.

“What? In the evening? On Saturday? By the time the show begins your clients are already sleeping the sleep of the just.” I complain.

“I know, but… there’s a former colleague from the hospital who works now in a nursing home. A few nurses quitted and I thought we could use the extra money so she recommended me to her boss as an occasional substitute nurse. And I begin on Saturday.”

Great. Since when have we concealed things like this from each other? I thought we could finally have a mother-daughter evening when she didn’t talk only about the insufferable old terrorists and didn’t pass out of exhaust right after dinner… she should finally relax and I need her company too, since Judy left I’ve felt like a lonely prisoner. And that’s more important than money, we don’t starve and if I got a few jobs I could contribute to our budget too, I wouldn’t be the cripple anymore who costs them a lot.

“And why didn’t you tell me that? Is it a secret or what?”

“Effie, honey, stop pouting, please. You can record it to me and we can watch it on Sunday. And I won’t even say a word if you stop it at every single shot, I’m going to listen to every single detail about these jam boys, I promise.”

“Mmmkay…” I mutter. I don’t like this patronizing voice, I’m not a toddler, I just want her to be honest with me.

“And what are you doing? Selecting pictures?”

“Yes… nothing particular…”

If she doesn’t tell me everything, why should I, right?

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[mayrinchen]

The Truth Untold | BTS AU Part 2

Jimin x Reader | Jungkook x Reader

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Genre: Fluff, but mostly Angst, maybe Smut, who knows

Words: 6k

A morally wrong love story, you’d definitely want to read to feed your thirst for angst and drama… and Jungkook.

(A/N: I didn’t expect this part to be so long, welp. Hope you enjoy. Let me know how you liked it!)

That night, as agreed earlier, you stayed at Jungkook’s house. Shortly after Jimin decided that you were going to stay with his best friend instead of staying at the hotel, you packed clothes, toiletries and other essentials and drove in Jungkook’s car to his home. Jimin sat in the passenger seat, you sat behind Jungkook. During the drive Jimin and Jungkook chatted, the music was playing at a low volume in the background. While humming along, you noticed how Jungkook glanced at you through the rear-view mirror from time to time. He really wasn’t helping in making you feel less uncomfortable about the whole situation. You could barely wait to get out of the car, when he pulled up in the driveway of his house.

It was quite big, considering he lived alone. The guest room held a king-sized bed, a TV and a spacious closet. Much to your delight, you had a bathroom to yourself, which hopefully prevents further bathroom incidents with Jungkook like the one at your house.

After unpacking, you had a quick shower to refresh yourself and remove the dust and sweat covering your body from dragging your belongings half the day.

“Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?” Jungkook asked as he stood in the door of your room. You were lying on bed in fresh clothes, reading a book while Jimin was watching TV, snuggled to your side.

“Everything is great! Thank you. You’ve already done enough for us,” Jimin replied.

“You know… The boys want to meet up in an hour at this bar and I was thinking that maybe you wanted to join us. I’m guessing they don’t know you are back, yet?” Jungkook raised his brow and leaned, arms folded, against the doorframe. Jimin sat up and turned the volume of the television down.

“Really? That would be amazing. I’ve missed them all. But what about ___?” Jimin asked while placing his warm hand on your knee.

“We’ll just bring her along. It’s not like it’s an exclusively boys night,” Jungkook chuckled. You finally put down your book to look at Jungkook, who seemed like he was waiting for a response. Your gaze shifted to Jimin, who stared at you. His eyes pleaded you to agree on coming along.

“Who are ‘the boys’?” you air quoted. To you that sounded as if you were going to join a group of hormonal high school football players on their night out. Which didn’t sound appealing to you.

“You know. My closest friends. Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon. You’ve met all of them,” Jimin replied and squeezed your knee to reassure you. He could tell that you weren’t too keen on joining. But you wouldn’t be ___ if you denied your boyfriend a night out with “the boys”. Even if that meant you having to join. You clapped the book together and got up with a sigh.

“Alright, I guess we are going out tonight. I’ll get ready now,” Jimin clapped his hands together in excitement, making you giggle.

“Why are you getting ready already? We still have an hour,” Jimin questioned as you passed him to rush to the bathroom.

“Because looking good needs it’s time,” you said, posing for a second, making Jimin and yourself chuckle.

“But you already look good,” Jungkook said without any expression whatsoever, before turning on his heels and leaving the room. You froze for a second and watched him leave. Did he really just say that or were you imagining things now? You’ve never heard a compliment leave Jungkook’s lips, especially not directed towards you. Jimin went back to watching TV and you regained your power to walk. Not wanting to look like a confused bird, you hurried into the bathroom. Your shock made you close the door with just a bit too much energy, causing the door to make a loud thump while closing. You flinched, then locked the door. In those 10 hours you have been in Seoul, Jungkook surprised you three times already. Guess moving to Seoul won’t be as boring as you initially thought it would be.

***

After having done your hair and makeup and choosing the right outfit, the three of you were ready to leave for the bar. Jungkook insisted on driving, even after several attempts of Jimin proposing to call a taxi because they had to celebrate their reunion. But Jungkook said he didn’t feel like drinking, so he was fine with being the chauffeur. To which Jimin responded he felt betrayed because his best friend didn’t want to party with him. You on the other side found their conversation a lot of fun to listen to from the backseat.

“Jimin, how many times do I have to tell you? I can have fun without alcohol.”

“That… sounds fake but okay,” Jimin responded and dramatically snapped his head to look out of the window. Jungkook released a tortured breath, then made a sharp left turn, making Jimin slightly hit his head on the window. You had to hold in your laugh as he mumbled ‘ouch’ and rubbed his forehead.

“Is he always this difficult, ____?” Jungkook asked you.

“Oh, just wait until he is drunk. He’s even whinier then,” you responded. Jimin turned his head around to look at you. He was so fast, you were scared he’d snap his neck. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

“I thought you loved the whiny me,” he pouted. “You said it’s cute.”

You chuckled and reached forward to pet his puffed cheeks. “I love it.” He grinned and turned back around.

“Sometimes,” you mumbled under your breath, then heard Jungkook chuckle, making Jimin shoot him a death glare.

You arrived at the bar 10 minutes late. When you entered, immediately a dark-haired boy waved at you from a corner seat on the other side of the bar. The lights were dimmed, red neon lights above every window and under the bars gave this cozy nightlife feeling. And you loved it. Jungkook led the way as he waved back and then strolled towards the excited boy with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Jimin swung his arm over you, squeezed you closer to him and proceeded to follow his younger friend. Reaching the booth, there were three more guys sitting and talking. You recognized all of them faintly. It was hard to put names on most of them, though. All of them cheered as they spotted Jimin, surprised expressions painted their faces. One by one, they slid out of the booth to hug their friend. Nobody seemed to have expected him. After hugging Jimin, they introduced themselves to you, except for Jin as you’ve already known him well enough. He came in for a hug, which you gladly returned. After their introduction you learned that the excited dark-haired boy was Taehyung and the others were Namjoon and Yoongi.

“You must be the girlfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you. I know we’ve met already, but that was a long time ago, so nice to meet you… again,” Taehyung chuckled as he spoke. Meanwhile, the others returned to their seats again. He motioned for Jimin and you to sit down. You slid into the booth after Jimin, Taehyung followed straight after you. It was quite spacious, at least 10 people could fit in the booth. The seats were a reddish brown leather and very comfortable, you noticed the second you sat down.

“Jimin! We had no idea you were back in Seoul. How long has it been, man?” Namjoon questioned as soon as we were all seated.

“8 months. Can you believe that? That means we need to celebrate and you guys need to tell me everything that happened while I was gone!” Jimin shouted. He was very excited, it was visible on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening. The smile hasn’t left his face since the second you entered the bar. This was the moment, you knew that moving here was the right decision. You haven’t seen Jimin this happy for the past two months. And you felt guilty for keeping him away from his friends for so long.

“Also, where is Hoseok?” Jimin questioned. Immediately, a weird tension filled the room. It wasn’t too obvious, but something was up. As soon as the name Hoseok fell, everyone’s smile turned into a straight line for just a split second and the table fell silent, before Yoongi spoke up.

“I don’t know. He was also invited, but you know how he is. Always late.” Yoongi laughed but you could tell it was forced. Jimin on the other hand didn’t seem to notice the weird effect his question had on “the boys”. He continued to chatter with his friends right away, not further questioning the situation.

Next to you, Taehyung waved at a waitress, who nodded and strutted towards your table in her high heels. Didn’t they already order something to drink? His glass was still full.

“What do you want to drink?” he turned to look at you, his arm was resting on the backrest behind you. Thinking for a few seconds, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“A Pina Colada,” you said, confident in your choice.

He smiled cheekily, “Of course.”

“7 shots, 2 beers and a Pina Colada for the lady, please,” he winked at the waitress, who scribbled something on her notepad, obviously blushing before turning on her heels and rushing to the bar. So, Taehyung seemed to be a bit of a player. Since the second you met him, you could feel his giddy but at the same time laid-back personality radiate off him. And you couldn’t deny he was incredibly handsome, which intimidated you slightly. Therefore, him being a womanizer wouldn’t surprise you whatsoever.

For the next minute, while waiting for your cocktail, you observed your surroundings. The bar seemed very cozy to you. Even though there were a lot of people, it felt very private, as the booths were closed off with wooden walls. Besides, the bar was very big, as you entered you detected that it contained a billiard table and a ping pong table, surely for beer pong. The music was to 85 % your taste, neither too loud nor too quiet. You didn’t have to shout while talking. The brightness of the light was just right and the colour gave off a warm vibe.

While watching the guys, you noticed that they were definitely close friends. All of them were enjoying themselves, especially Jimin, which made you feel warm inside. You still remembered the first time you met Yoongi. You were scared of him, like, terrified. Your first thought was that he might be a mafia boss. There was just something about him that made you feel uneasy. But now seeing him laugh and flash his gummy smile, you were questioning whether he was replaced by someone else. Jin didn’t seem to have changed a lot. He has worked out, but his laugh hasn’t changed. Out of all the people on this table, except for your boyfriend, of course, you were closest to him.

“When did you arrive here?” Taehyung asked you, ripping you out of your thoughts.

“This morning,” you responded. His eyebrows raised.

“Oh, so recently? I see. So, it would be stupid of me to ask, if you feel at home already,” he laughed and you joined him.

“I had absolutely no idea Jimin was moving back here. Was it a hard decision for you to make?” he asked. You were surprised he cared enough to ask this question so early on in the conversation. You fiddled with your fingers and sighed.

“It was. But don’t tell Jimin. I don’t want him to worry,” you whispered, making sure he wouldn’t hear you. Which was unnecessary, considering he was so absorbed in the conversation with the others.

“He seems so happy. It was definitely worth it,” you added, while looking at Jimin.

Taehyung smiled at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted as the waitress from earlier put down the drinks in front of Taehyung. Her cheeks were still a deep red. Poor girl was head over heels for the womanizer next to you. He thanked her, before she strutted away.

“Everyone take a shot!” Taehyung shouted while passing on the shots. Everyone except Jungkook obeyed, who explained he couldn’t drink because he was driving, which was met by a lot of booing, but was soon forgotten as Taehyung raised his glass, while standing up.

“Cheers. On Jimin and ___. Let’s hope it’s gonna be a wild journey,” he shouted as everyone, including you, raised their own glasses. You lifted your head to look at Taehyung. Maybe moving here wasn’t going to be as difficult as you thought it would be. After all, you already found a friend in Taehyung.

“Cheers!” everyone screamed in unity. He looked down at you and smirked before downing his shot. You did the same and slammed the glass back on the table, grimacing. You hated shots, but they got you drunk fast, so you ignored the burn in your throat.

“Here’s your Pina Colada, my lady,” Taehyung said as he sat back down and slid the glass in front of you. You thanked him as you grabbed your drink and took a big sip.

“This one is yours, Jimin,” Jimin grabbed the beer, thanked him and then returned to his conversation. They really had a lot to catch up on. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, each arm rested on the backrest, his legs spread as far as possible. Then his right leg suddenly touched your left and your body reacted before you could by flinching back. He quickly pulled his leg back and mumbled a ‘sorry’. You could feel your cheeks heat up. This was not what you had intended, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Gladly, he didn’t seem to care further.

“By the way, you can call me Tae, if I haven’t said that yet,” he remarked, you nodded. “I heard you are staying at Jungkook’s house?” he motioned in Jungkook’s direction with his head, licking his lips. During this movement, you noticed how sharp his jawline was. Tearing your gaze away from him, you turned your head. Jungkook was sitting on the opposite corner of the couch. He was sipping on his drink, watching you. As soon as he noticed your gaze, he looked down at his drink.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s fine, but I can’t wait to move into our new house,” you pouted. Just the thought of your first home with Jimin caused butterflies in your stomach. You’ll be able to make new memories, start your life as a family. But it will take it’s time.

“I understand. When will you be able to move in?”, he asked, narrowing his brows.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Hopefully in a week. The painters are coming tomorrow and on Monday the last pieces of furniture should arrive, hopefully,” you said. It made you uneasy not knowing when exactly you were able to move in. You didn’t want to live with Jungkook for two weeks or more. That is not what you moved to Seoul for. Tae gave you a half-smile and opened his mouth to speak.

“Guys, I think I know why Hoseok was so late,” Jin spoke up, nodding towards the entrance. Everyone’s head turned, curious to see what took him so long. Entering was a tall brown-haired guy with a petite, dirty blonde girl in his arm. As soon as he spotted you, he grinned, his pearl-white teeth showing.

“Is he really… is he really going to do this?” Taehyung asked in disbelief. You on the other side were confused. You watched the others, all of them were tense, some were shaking their head, some stared with their mouth slightly agape. Jungkook however, was playing with the straw of his drink, holding his head low.

“What’s up guys?” Hoseok said as he sat down on the free chair opposite of you, the girl sat on the couch next to Tae. He seemed to get uncomfortable and lifted his arm from the backrest behind her and dropped it over his crotch, while shifting and leaning closer towards you.

“Jimin! What are you doing here?” He sounded surprised, got up and proceeded to half-hug Jimin over the table. Jimin hesitantly stood up and hugged him back.

“Oh you know, I just moved here,” he told him, followed by a nervous laugh.

This whole situation was confusing you. Why did all of them suddenly seem so uncomfortable and tense? Did something happen? Did Hoseok do something? Or was it his girlfriend?

“And you must be ___, Jimin’s girlfriend,” he stated, stretching out his hand for you to take, which you did. He firmly squeezed it, while shaking. “I’m Hoseok.” You nodded before turning to Taehyung as Hoseok sat back down.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” you whispered into Tae’s ear. He sighed, then told you to wait a few seconds.

“By the way, this is Lisa,” Hoseok told you while pointing at the girl he brought along. She smiled sweetly at you and you did the same as you gave her a nod. Lisa… Somehow this name sounded familiar to you. You swore you recently just heard it but couldn’t quite put a finger on it. You’ve never seen this girl before. After five minutes of patiently waiting, Tae finally motioned for you to stand up.

“We’re going to play a round of beer pong,” Tae announced, mostly to Jimin, who nodded approvingly. He squeezed out of the booth, passing Lisa, who stood up for you, and you quickly followed him. He asked the bartender for beer to fill the cups with, then proceeded to arrange the cups on his side and on your side. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him. He glanced at you while putting up the last cup, then opened the first bottle of beer.

“You know you should learn how to not make it so obvious you’re impatient,” Tae voiced while filling one cup after the other. You breathed out a ‘what’.

“When you are impatient, you start tapping your foot. You did it before, when I told you to wait a few seconds. I’m surprised nobody noticed, the whole table was shaking,” Tae chuckled. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, it did take you more than a few seconds. Now tell me what’s going on,” you stated firmly.

“So demanding. I couldn’t just rush away as soon as they arrived, so calm down. I’ll tell you everything.” You pushed yourself from the wall and grabbed the ball Taehyung held out to you. Positioning on the opposite side of Taehyung, you stared at him, waiting for him to start talking.

“You start,” Tae pointed at you. You groaned, finally wanting to find out what the problem with Hoseok was. Your eyes narrowed, fixating on a cup, then throwing the ball. Unsuccessful.

“Jungkook had a girlfriend not too long ago. It didn’t last long though. Maybe two months.” And that’s when it clicked. You opened your mouth and gasped. Lisa. That’s where you heard the name. Jungkook told you about her. She was his ex-girlfriend.

“Lisa was his girlfriend!” you exclaimed as an orange ball flew in your direction and landed inside of a cup, a few drops splashing on your shirt. Your triumphant grin was quickly erased by an annoyed expression.

“Really? Are you some kind of world champion in beer pong because scoring the first time is nearly impossible,” you scoffed. He shrugged and smirked at you. You lifted the cup and observed it. Gladly it wasn’t even half full.

“What can I say? I’m a pro at beer pong,” he claimed. “So Jungkook told you about Lisa?” You downed the whole cup in three seconds.

“He told me earlier today that he recently had a girlfriend, but it didn’t work out because she just wasn’t the right one,” you explained. He hummed in response.

“I see. Yes, that’s partly true.” You concentrated on your next shot while he was talking. But failed again. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, balling your hands to fists. You were a sore loser.

“What do you mean?” you asked, being even more curious now.

“I mean that Lisa cheated on him while they were still in a relationship officially,” Tae spoke, making his next shot but failed as well. But it left you unfazed, too shocked at this piece of information.

“Wait- what? With...”

“With Hoseok.”

“But aren’t they friends? Jungkook and Hoseok?” you talked way too fast but couldn’t help it. You needed to know everything.

“They should be, yes. But that didn’t seem to bother Hoseok. He still went and fucked someone else’s girlfriend,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I’m currently not on good terms with him. None of us really are. It makes me so fucking angry, you don’t even know. Jungkook deserves so much better,” he gritted through his teeth before slamming his palms on the ping pong table, making you flinch back. His jaw tensed up and his hand balled to a fist. His eyes fluttered up to you and immediately his eyes widened when he saw your scared expression.

“I’m so sorry, ___. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s your turn,” he mumbled, embarrassed to have lost his temper.

“No worries, Tae. I just wasn’t expecting that. You didn’t scare me.” You smiled at him and he loosened up a tiny bit. “I can totally understand why you’re so pissed. I feel bad for Jungkook and honestly I’d love to kick Hoseok in his face right now,” you babbled on, making Taehyung chuckle. “And Lisa, well she is a bitch for doing that. Hurting someone like that…,” you trailed off. Feeling that the silence is about to become awkward, you cleared your throat and got into position for your shot. You leaned forward slightly and looked at Tae, who seemed to be amused by you. He tried to hide his smirk by biting his lower lip without success. You tried ignoring him. When you glanced over his shoulder, you noticed Jungkook walk towards the exit. He had his hands in his jacket pockets and his head hung low. You dropped the ball and rushed after him, past Tae, who looked confused and called your name. The door was slammed open and you searched for Jungkook, who was a few metres away from you, with his back towards you.

“Jungkook!” you called out, making him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around, stared you up and down, then showed you his back again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving without you. I just needed some fresh air,” he mumbled, while fumbling around with his jacket. He stopped at the opposite building and leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. You didn’t know he smoked.

“No, that’s not why I followed you. I just- I found out what happened between Lisa and you. I’m sorry,” you said, as you approached him while he was lighting his cigarette.

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked, after taking a deep puff.

“Jesus Christ, ___! You can’t just run away like that, especially not out on the streets. Do you not know what kind of people are roaming around here at this time of the day? Don’t ever do that again,” Tae raised his voice while jogging to you.

“Oh, hi Jungkook. You here too?” he waved at him. Jungkook lazily waved back.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you said. He sighed and patted your head, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t a child. But you found it cute that Tae worried about you despite knowing you for about an hour.

“So, Jungkook. Are you ok? Why did you come out here?” he didn’t respond, instead took another puff.

“Do you want me to beat some sense into Hoseok?” Taehyung suggested. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. Some of his black strands fell into his face. He could look very intimidating if you didn’t know him.

“Guys, I’m fine. I really don’t care about Lisa nor Hoseok. If she prefers to be with him, that’s great. Our relationship didn’t work out anyways. And if Hoseok wants to have Lisa, he can have her, I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, before throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. You glanced at Tae from the side, who did the same. Neither of you dared to say anything, not wanting to annoy Jungkook any further.

“I’m going inside,” Jungkook stated as he pushed himself off the wall. You watched him leave, before looking up at Taehyung and raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what’s up with him either,” he lifted his arms in defence.

“For saying that he doesn’t care, he seemed pretty upset to me. I thought he didn’t like her anyway,” you trailed of while moving around the cigarette stub with your shoe.

“But still, his pride was hurt. Nobody likes to be cheated on. Even though things were about to end, they were still in a relationship when she hooked up with Hoseok. She betrayed his trust. Although they can’t be called lovers, they were friends,” Tae told you. It made sense. Being cheated on makes you feel like you aren’t good enough, like nobody cares about you. You nodded in agreement and let your body fall against the wall. Only now you realized that you were shaking a bit. Even though it was summer and you were sweating your ass off just a few hours earlier, the absence of the sun did make the air a lot chillier. Your dress was short and only had slim straps. Being the smartass you were, you didn’t bring a jacket. You started rubbing your arms to feel a bit warmer. Taehyung seemed to notice that you were freezing.

“Are you cold?” he asked. You nodded. He started taking off his jacket. “Here. Take my jacket,” he offered, but you waved him off and shook your head.

“No, let’s go inside again. It’s scary out here,” you demanded and made your way inside the bar, closely followed by Taehyung.

Entering the club, it seemed as if you had been gone for two hours. You stopped dead in your tracks, making Tae bump into you, to observe the scene in front of you. The music was blasting from the speakers, the lights were flashing and people were dancing. Your boyfriend included. Jimin was standing on the table, swinging his hips, next to him was Namjoon doing the same. Or trying to at least. Yoongi handed Jimin a bottle of whatever, which Jimin gladly took, downing the remaining liquid. In the booth beside it, Hoseok was making out with the blonde girl. You scrunched your nose in disgust and searched for Jungkook as he wasn’t with the other guys.

After scanning the bar twice, you saw his dark figure sitting on a bar stool, talking to a bartender. You were about to approach him, when you heard your name being called. Fascinating how someone could scream louder than the music. You turned your head to see Jimin jump from the table, making you flinch. The last thing you needed right now was a drunk and injured boyfriend. He wobbled his way to you and stopped before crashing into you. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips, then he moved one side of your hair behind your neck. Before you could react, his mouth crashed into yours. You stumbled back into the bar, one hand was on your waist the other on the surface of the bar. His tongue soon found its way inside your mouth and played with your tongue. You groaned as he bit your lip, your hand wandering to his hair, gently pulling on it. His hand suddenly moved lower, to your thigh, rested for a second before he proceeded to shove his hand underneath your dress.

You gripped his wrist and pulled away from the kiss. You weren’t going to do this in public. From the corner of your eyes you saw Jungkook watching you, who sat right beside you. You peeked at him, breathing hard. He looked at you, then at Jimin and lastly to where Jimin’s hand was before turning away again and sipping on his drink as if nothing happened. From his expression you could tell he was annoyed by how drunk Jimin acted.

“Alright, Jimin. I think you’ve had enough,” you shouted in his ear, so he would be able to hear you. But he had other things in mind as he gripped you by the waist and pulled you towards the booth. He stepped on the couch and then on the table, turned to you and lifted you up to join him. He started dancing and singing along to the music while you only stood there. Jimin noticed, took your hands in his, then dropped them over his shoulders and closed the space between you two. As your bodies were pressed against each other, Jimin started dancing again, practically grinding against you.

“Dance,” he breathed into your ear. His breath was hot and his voice was husky. He was very clearly drunk. But at that moment, you didn’t care and followed the beat of the music, swaying your hips, just like Jimin. After a few minutes of dancing, you felt a body come up behind you. As you turned your head, you saw Tae moving to the beat of the music, smirking at you. He shoved a glass of alcohol into your face, you took it and started drinking. You don’t know for how long this went on, but it was too long.

Almost three hours later, you found yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car. Taehyung sat on the passenger seat. Jungkook offered to drive him home, which he gladly accepted. Jimin was next to you, snuggling into your neck. Five minutes into driving, Jimin started sucking on it. You tried to appear unfazed and focused on the blurred houses and trees, you were passing. He continued to leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your cheeks before he finally reached your lips. He hungrily reached for them, gently nibbling before kissing you deeply. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find yours and within seconds you were fully making out. His hands roamed your body and moved up your thigh, dangerously close to your private parts.

“I need you,” he whispered into your ear, slightly slurring his words. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. You on the other hand weren’t anywhere near drunk. Slightly tipsy but not drunk. He pulled your lower body closer to him. Partly laying underneath him now, he continued to kiss you.

“Oh, how I’d love to make out with someone right now,” you heard Tae say.

“You could have had any girl at that bar tonight. Why didn’t you talk to one?” Jungkook countered.

“Didn’t feel like it,” he answered shortly. “Maybe next time.”

Ten more minutes of driving and you arrived at Tae’s house. You told Jimin to stop and that you will continue at “home”. It would be awkward to you to make out in front of Jungkook. Until now he was distracted by talking to Taehyung. At least that’s what you thought.

“Thanks for driving me home, Jungkook. Goodnight. Bye ___, bye Jimin. Have fun,” he said, winking at you which made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He slammed the door shut and walked off. Jimin’s hand rested on your knee the remaining car drive but occasionally slipped further upwards, making you slap his hand away every time.

After what felt like eternity and a lot of awkward silence, you finally arrived at Jungkook’s house. You opened the car door and stepped out into the cold air. Jimin slid over onto your seat and you reached out your hand for him to take.

“Maybe next time don’t overestimate yourself, Jimin. It gets embarrassing,” Jungkook spoke as he held the car door open for you to help Jimin get out of the car. He was clearly annoyed, his jaw was tense.

“I’ll get him. You go inside. You’re freezing,” he told you, his voice soft. You obeyed, took the keys from his hand and jogged towards the door. After struggling for a few seconds because of the dark and your tipsy state, you finally unlocked the door and scurried inside. Jungkook followed after you with Jimin under his arm. When you finally made it into your room, Jungkook wished you a good night and went to his own.

“____,” Jimin whined, from his spot, sprawled out on the bed, as you struggled to get out of your shoes.

“Yes?” you asked as you turned to look at him after successfully removing your shoes. His hand reached out to grab yours and he pulled you on top of him. His face inched closer, his eyes were hooded. He started kissing you passionately, his hand shoved your dress up to your stomach and travelled even further upwards, attempting to undo your bra. You stopped him and stood up, pulling your dress down again.

“I’ll take off my makeup first and change into something more comfortable, then we can continue. Alright?” you stated, biting your lip. Jimin pouted but nodded.

“But be fast, baby,” he said. His hoarse voice never failed to turn you on. You grabbed a pair of pyjamas and made your way into the bathroom. After five minutes of getting ready for bed, you exited again, saying that you were finished. But you didn’t get an answer. Instead you were met with light snores and a passed out Jimin. He had managed to wiggle out of his shirt and his trousers and was now fast asleep on the bed in only his boxers. You smiled to yourself and quietly slipped under the sheets next to him. You wished him a goodnight before closing your eyes.

After about 15 minutes of trying to sleep, tossing and turning, your body still didn’t feel tired. So, you decided to go downstairs to drink a glass of juice. As you poured yourself a drink, the light suddenly went on in the kitchen. You snapped your head to the entrance. Standing in the doorway was Jungkook. Shirtless. Your eyes darted to his exposed chest and quickly wandered over his defined abs, before looking away. You had to admit one thing. He wasn’t bad to look at.

“Why are you still up?” you questioned him.

“Couldn’t sleep and thought I heard noises. Guess I was right,” he lazily grinned. He only looked at you with one eye, the other was squeezed shut, as he wasn’t used to the bright light yet. He yawned and scratched the back of his head.

“And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep? Like Jimin,” he asked you.

“Couldn’t sleep. Jetlag,” you said shortly and gulped down your drink.

“I’m sorry. About Jimin,” you stumbled. “And about what happened with Lisa,” you carefully added, watching his expression. He tried to remain unaffected, but there was the slightest twitch in his face. Before he could open his mouth to tell you that ‘it’s fine’ or that ‘he doesn’t care’, you continued talking.

“Look, I’m not pushing you to pour out your heart to me. I just want you to know that when you need someone to talk to, someone other than one of the ‘cool’ boys, who don’t talk about feelings, I’m here. And I’ll listen. I’m not guaranteeing to make things better, but it’s always easier to let things out instead of keeping them in,” you rambled on. You smiled at him and he returned it. It was a genuine smile, you could tell. Putting the glass down, you proceeded to make your way back to your room.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as you passed him. You stopped to look up at him. “No problem,” you whispered before you wandered back to your room, slipped under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

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Kim Week, Day 2: Hero/Villain

Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

(This is a continuation to my random-as story ‘Oblivious’ on Ao3, where basically Alix has a tantrum to Max and Kim about Marinette and Adrien not dating, so Kim suggests they try to set them up being quote: ‘shipping superheroes’. I had no idea what else to do for this prompt so here)

Three pints of ginger beer from the Kubdel’s pantry, a shambolically filled-up notebook of ideas and two exhausted teens lying on a pile of skater gear later and Alix and Kim were finished their game plan.

Unlike Alya and Marinette’s complicated ‘Operation: Secret Garden’-type schemes to make ‘Adrinette’ happen, the pair opted for creating a plan most defiantly quick and easy—that they were sure was going to work by the end of the day—as both had had enough viewing of slow-burn to last them a lifetime.

“Our class is going to love us,” Kim during his sleepy drowse murmured to the wearied pile before him. After discussing few ideas at Max’s the previous day, their scheming expanded into a sleepover (with zero sleeping) at Alix’s. “I told you this ‘shipping-superheroes’ idea was a good one.”

Her half-lidded eyes blinked up at him behind pink tuffs. “I still think the ‘superhero’ thing is a weird a title.”

The hoarseness whirring in her voice was so clear Kim would’ve mocked her about it if not his own voice were identical. “It’s the biggest ‘heroic’ thing we’ll ever do for our class, so let me have this.”

Alix closed her eyes and hummed in response.

…

The pair were so beat the following Monday morning that the commotion of the latest akuma attack was a mere buzz in their ears.

Kim only caught something about, ‘Gabriel akumatized again’, ‘Carapace, Queen Bee and Rena Rouge joining’, ‘LB and Chat leaving halfway to come back blushing messes’, and that the battle was ‘really long’.

At least whatever happened during the disastrous battle wasn’t going to affect their success in setting up Marinette and Adrien.

“You’re on phase one, remember?”

Alix couldn’t care less about yesterday’s kerfuffle if it distracted her from her task at hand. She’d waited enough months taking part in pointless operations that she wasn’t going to allow one bigger-than-normal akuma delay her plan, especially when her eyes fell like falling out from exhaust and arteries to burst from ginger beer over-consumption.

“Um, yeah.” Kim peered around the classroom to see Adrien slumped in his desk and without his usual bright smile. Only Alya was seated behind him. “I don’t think Marinette’s arrived yet, though.”

Alix planted her fists in the curves of her waist and glared at the class president’s vacant desk. “I’m astonished.”

“Do you think I should wait a bit, too? Adrien looks sorta out of it.”

She shot him a look that said her answer enough for him. “I’m not waiting any longer for the oblivious punks to make-out. Phase one happens as soon as Marinette walks through that door.”

Kim turned to scrutinise the entryway. Ivan and Mylène were sauntering in wearing smiles as they exchanged pleasantries with animated hand gestures.

“And if she doesn’t come until during homeroom?”

“Then do it as we’re walking to our next class.”

He nodded and moved off the stairs to take his place, as she did the same. Max was already performing calculations at his desk and didn’t address the pair in his usual form. Instead, he sighed as the two instantaneously began confirming details about their scheme again the moment they sat down.

“Are you two still doing the Marinette and Adrien plan? Or was the probability of success too low for you to proceed?”

Alix leant her weight on the wall behind to stare hopelessly at the door Marinette had yet to stumble through during her mad flap. “We’re still doing it. And we’re sure it’s gonna work.”

Kim drew out his tablet and slid it on his desk. “We figured out the phases and stuff last night. We’re going straight for the homerun instead of gradually easing them to get together, since there’s been enough time for that. By the end of today, our mission as shipping superheroes will be complete!”

Alix pulled a face. “Superhero thing’s still weird.”

“Certain, huh?” Max pushed his glasses up with a forefinger, smirking sideways at Kim. “You’re sure your need of force will have the appropriate impact you want it to have on their relationship?”

“Well, yeah—”

Kim cut himself off when hearing a, “Gah!” holler from nearby. He searched for the noise and was delighted to see the notorious sight of Marinette tripping headfirst through the doorway, only to catch herself in an odd position at the last minute.

He didn’t need Alix to tell him what to do next.

Whilst Kim ambled down the classroom’s staircase—attempting to do so as nonchalant as ever—he failed to see the way Marinette took one glance in Adrien’s direction and turned into a blue-headed fire hydrant, nor did he see how the model quickly resembled the same after his sight caught her.

When he headed to initiate phase one, he didn’t expect to see two furiously blushing teens in front of him.

Though the surprise wasn’t great enough to cloud Alix’s whispers of, “Go.”

“Whoops!” Kim blurted as he frantically stumbled away from Marinette—the same Marinette who he had just shoved bumped on his way down the stairs, leaving her ‘unfortunately’ in the lap of a wide-eyed and pink as a pig Adrien Agreste.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette.” He pressed a hand on his heart and looked at her earnestly for good measure. Alix’s wide grin behind him was almost palpable to sense. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Her awkward smile stretched beyond her crimson cheeks and her pupils were still frazzled. “Uh—um, it’s—it’s okay, Kim. I’m sure you didn’t mean it.”

Then, as if she’d just realised her position, Marinette gasped and flipping leapt off of paralysed Adrien and faced him with one of the most mortified expressions he’d ever seen.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry Cha—Adrien! Adrien. The model. Yeah. That’s you!” She took a deep breath but it didn’t calm her. “I’m, uh—” It was only right to say she squeaked halfway through her sentence and bolted past him to her seat, while all Adrien could do was turn himself to stare stupidly at the front of the classroom.

Kim and Alix shared a victorious thumbs up across the room.

…

Phase two, in their opinion, went even better.

After a mad race of downing their food before even reaching their lunch table and finding their assigned idiot to corner, the pair had gained information only the class’s girls could dream of having.

When Kim discovered Adrien tossing a popper in the trash during a mission to ask him about Marinette and his love life, he did not expect a bottle of emotions to be flooded out to him during an extemporaneous therapy session.

“I love her—I really do love her,” Adrien had blabbered on, raking a hand through his blond tresses as they sat in the corner of the cafeteria, “but I know she doesn’t love me.”

Kim could’ve sworn he heard Adrien mutter, “anymore…” under his breath a second later.

Alix’s situation went likewise, and she reported that Marinette almost said the exact same thing during their private talk under the stairs, confirming their un-doubtful suspicions that good-old mutual pinning was involved in their set-up plan.

During excited bubbles of laughter after the story exchange, they declared ‘phase three’ to commence.

…

Phase three was the last and furthermost challenging aspect of their scheme. The risks of getting detention or even loss of friends, they decided, were totally worth it for the high chance of progression in Marinette and Adrien’s intimacy levels.

The girls in the class had spent hours constructing plans to set the two up on dates that always ended up in failure. Kim and Alix studied the approaches and realised its failure was because of A: spontaneous akumas. B: the time it would’ve taken Adrien to figure out it wasn’t a ‘friend date’. And C: how both teens had the sovereignty to flee the set-up scene whenever they wanted.

Hence why forcing Adrien and Marinette to be together without a chance to escape was to be the most successful idea.

In other words, locking them in empty room was the mission’s clincher.

…

“I cannot believe you just did that.”

Kim wiped his hands on his sweatpants to remove the imaginary lint, only glimpsing up to give Alix a smirk. “You better believe it. It was your idea anyway.”

“My one-hundred-percent joking idea.” She shot a nervous look to the boiler room’s door, barricaded with excessive amounts of stolen desks and chairs.

She could only hope her and Kim’s crouched place in the corner of the vacant hall was enough of a hiding spot for Adrien and Marinette not to hear their conversing. “How long are we giving them? The guilt’s eating me already.”

Kim rolled his eyes and shuffled up next to her. “There’s plenty of space in the boiler for them to sit twenty meters apart. It’s not like we went for the closet idea.”

Alix wondered if the closet idea would’ve even been easier. Luring Marinette to the boiler (‘Oh, I accidently left my spray cans there. Can you please get them while I help Kim with this thing?’) to leave her wandering on a wild goose-chase for invisible paint cans was difficult enough, but getting Adrien to stay there—Alix was surprised he even bought Kim’s, ‘You wanna meet up in the boiler to talk more about your Marinette situation and stuff? Just a warning; the door sticks. But I’ll come anyway if that happens.’

When they heard gasps of names inside the boiler after Adrien had stumbled in, Kim moved the desks to obstruct the door.

Alix hugged her knees. “That’s ‘cause our school doesn’t have a closet.”

“Whatever.” He tipped his head back to lean against the dim-lit wall. “Either they’re emotionally confessing to each other, trying to find a way to break the door, or making-out.” He slipped her a sidelong grin. “See? Nothing to feel guilty over.”

Her features pressed into a frown as she salvaged her phone from her shorts pocket. “You’re lucky Max prohibited me to punch you.” The illumination of her screen was a contrast to the dusky hall-light they’d been enduring for three minutes. She noticed she’d received two messages. “Nate’s in the art room for our free period. Everyone’s wondering where the art desks are.”

They simultaneously looked at the blockage items securing the boiler door’s lock.

“Um…” Kim trailed. “Say you and I are going for a hunt for them.”

“On it.”

…

Ten or so minutes past before Kim and Alix returned the desk and chairs to their original places, claiming they found them in the woodwork room (everyone bought it). The former revisited the boiler alone and burst out apologies to Adrien (‘Alix was helping me with this thing so I couldn’t come in time—by the way Marinette, she found her cans.’) to which Adrien responded positively; beaming at Kim with a ‘no worries’ and tightening his grip on Marinette’s hand as she discreetly wiped away—were those tears?

At Kim’s offer to continue talking about the Marinette problem, he was more than elated to hear the response: “We’ve worked it all out”.

Alix was more than elated too.

…

“So they’re totally together? Like together, together?” Alix practically squealed in question, trying to no avail to stifle her excitement as she bounced up and down on the school’s entry steps.

Kim stood with arms akimbo, smiling down at her. “Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’. “Operation: Shipping superheroes was a success.”

She halted her bouncing to shoot him a look. “You know, for someone who as an akumatized villain had the aim of destroying love, I find it quite ironic you claim to be a ‘set-up superhero’ for Marinette and Adrien.”

He frowned. “I couldn’t help it; Hawkmoth’s fault. Besides, I was a villain tearing apart Ladybug and Chat Noir. Now, I’m a hero setting up Marinette and Adrien—different position, completely different people.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

He grinned and leant downward (goodness how she hated that) to be closer to her eyelevel. “Can you believe we actually did it, Kubdel? Like, us. We were the ones who set up Marinette and Adrien. It was all our influence and doing.”

Alix chuckled and pushed his face away. “Gaining ten pounds from sugar in ginger beer and waking up with your quiff in my mouth was worth it.” She released a sigh of contentment. “The two idiots are actually dati—”

She paused. Her eyes sparkled.

Kim gave her a questioning look. “What?”

“Does this mean we can do phase 4?”

His face dropped.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“If you dare—”

“Dare? Kim’s daring me to do something? Okay.”

He stepped forward. “Alix Kubdel you know that is not what I meant—”

“La la la, I can’t hear you!” she sing-songed in an unnaturally high pitch, bouncing around him with hands pressed on her ears and smiling giddily. “My senses don’t register rubbish!”

He huffed and glared at her twirling figure. “You were totally joking with phase four. We are not doing it.”

“Oh? Is that so?” she asked dubiously. “I thought I was totally joking with phase three, but we did that anyway. Guess we’re doing this too.”

Kim inhaled with frustration and tipped his head back, casting a defeated look to the sky. The girl was a nightmare.

“They’re gonna hate us forever.”

She retracted her hands from the sides of her head. “I’ll just mention what our plan did for them then. You could even speak at their wedding.”

Kim began to mutter something along the longs of, “Oh, so you heard that?”, but Alix’s jovial yelp cut his grumbling to a close.

“There they are!”

He glanced in the direction of her outstretched finger, smirking instantly at the love-sickening sight he’d usually cringe at.

Adrien was ambling out of the school’s bulky entry doors, a smiling Marinette attached on the side by the wrap of his arm, both seeming to be submerged in a world of pure bliss.

The perfect couple, it looked like.

So of course Alix just had to initiate phase four.

“Oi Agreste!” She cuffed her hands around her lips, and Kim was pretty sure his heart tripped out of existence at her bellow. “Hurry up and shove that tongue of yours in her mouth!”

To her astonishment and Kim’s—well to be fair his was more gaping horror—Adrien smirked at the incongruous demand as Marinette let out an incredulous squawk. Then, not only that, but it was another stilling moment of silence before the girl was swooped in a bow with famous Agreste lips planted on hers.

...

Kim and Alix walked out of school feeling like heroes.

#this is so stupid #and flipping long my goodness #le chien kim #kim appreciation week #we are miraculous #Alix Kubdel #Miraculous Ladybug #adrienette #adrinette

[virgilssweaterpaws-blog]

700 celebration

3258 words, based on - x

"Ladies, Lords and Non binary Royalty! Gather, gather round!" Thomas' voice boomed across the room, his attire resembling a circus' ring leader.

"Um... we are?" A quiet voice broke the illusion, as the room returned to normal.

"Come on, Mr. Grumpy!" Roman began a dramatic strop, "Thomas asked for a dramatic mood and room but nooooo. You have to ruin it..."

"Guys! No one ruined anything!" Thomas waved his arms wildly in the air drawing both of their attentions towards him. "Virgil, I should of thought about your reaction...." He anxiously offered a smile and small laugh.

"It's fine. Just... begin?" Virgil mumbled, briefly returning the smile with a small nod.

"Ok, people!" Thomas smiled brightly, clapping to gain everyone’s attention once again, noticing a pair of glaring eyes, "and... snake people?" Thomas hesitantly spoke, watching his reaction change until he just looked bored.

Thomas shook it off with a tiny shake of his head before continuing, "Anyway! I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today!"

"Indeed. This is unusual even for you, Thomas..." A voice remarked from the back of the room, only for the one next to him to cheerfully chip in, "Let's give it a shot! I'm sure we're here for good reason."

"We're going to play a week long game right here in the whole of the mind palace." He cheerfully said before turning to Roman, "would you do the honours?"

Everything briefly turned to smoke, adding an aura of mystery to what was happening before the smoke faded, revealing a house much bigger than Thomas'.

"For a week, the mission it to compete over who can 'kill' each other and whoever is victorious will win some yet to be determined prizes. So this house is equipped with everything you need, 5 bedrooms, 2 toilets, a stage, a giant outdoorsy area, a library, you name it. Live like normal for an entire week but don't get 'stabbed' , that's the rules!"

"Thomas..." Virgil muttered, "Explain why you keep quoting words like 'kill' and 'stabbed' please?"

"You got it!" He smiled, and moved his arm from behind him to up high next to him. "These are your knives, each one has a name decorated into them, they won't hurt but at midnight I will slide them under your doors at random, your job is to kill the person it says. And I, shall be announcing the tragedies of some deaths and narrating the story with this hear handy microphone!

"That sounds easy" Roman remarked, looking around to see people nodding in agreement.

"There are some catches!" Thomas continued, smiling at Roman. "Where can you not be killed? In the kitchen, in your own room or if you're naked, so keep it pg."

"This sounds all well and good, Thomas, but we do not know our rooms here..." Logan sighed, praying he wouldn't get Roman or there would be a real murder.

"Actually, I'm going to tell you them now!" Thomas replied, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and carefully unfolding it.

"Virgil, you are with Patton! Because you guys will make good roomies." He took a brief pause to read the next set of roomies, this continued throughout, " Logan I have put you with Elliott because I think you both will bond.",

"Roman, I know you'll love this, you get Remy."

"Now Emile and Deceit, I have given you both separate rooms as I think that's going to be better for you guys."

Everyone seemed ok with their room arrangements judging from the brief conversations taking place before the room turned their attention back to Thomas.

"One last thing before you can all go find your rooms and get settled in for the night. If you get 'stabbed' you need to carry your knife around with you so that it's not still circulating because you must give your failed target knife to the person who beat you."

And with that everyone got up and went off to their rooms to bond and have last minute preparation time.

"Virgil, I... I don't think I can do this..." Patton mumbled to him, they were the last ones to leave and before they left Thomas' view Virgil offered him a hug.

"I'm rooting for you guys..." Thomas mumbled as he went off to collect the foam swords.

And so that marked the last night before the war began...

"Patton, no one will actually die, it'll be ok! I promise, we'll help each other out throughout this, I even wrote where you can't be killed as a message for you!" Virgil smiled, getting up and looking out the door.

"Only those two..." Virgil smirked, turning back to Patton gesturing for him to come over. "Oh my! They're just in towels?"

"Hola, Padre!!" Romans voice echoed from the other side of the hall. Of course, Remy and him decided to go around with towels covering their modesty so at any point they could drop it and become immune, talk about a lack of insecurity.

"This is kind of like a kilt..." Remy remarked going into his room to get a coffee. "You've wore a kilt before?" Roman turned around, shocked. "There's a lot you don’t know about me, hun" He shot Roman a quick wink as he left.

"We'll meet back up later alright, Patton!" And off Virgil went.

Suddenly Thomas' voice boomed throughout the corridor, "who will win? Who will lose? Letssss visit our other contestants!!"

"See, Elliott, this isn't as scary as it would seem, it's just a dumb yearly tradition, we all grow closer from this by the end as we root on the final two." Logan's expression was soft, as he explained it all to them.

"And here we have Microsoft nerd!" Roman whizzed by on heelies with Remy sipping coffee close behind him.

"Apart from him. He usually ends up in the naughty corner..." "Oh you wanna go?" "I beat you once I'll beat you again, Roman."

Within minutes everyone gathered to watch the next rap battle.

"This is all too much for me." Elliott mumbled, pushing their way out of the crowd until they felt something soft graze past part of their torso, as a very soft "gotcha!" ringed in their ears for a minute. "Thank you!" They turned to hug Remy, exchanging swords. And with that Elliott went off to text their new friend, Kai.

Though that weren't the only unusual event that morning. During the Roman and Logan rap battle a loud crash interrupted them both as Thomas fell from the sky.

As he landed he shouted, "I HEARD OUR FIRST DEATH!" Logan helped him up in the meantime, shooting him extremely confused and concerned looks, his face flickered back and forth between them until Thomas clarified, "I'm the narrator, I just don’t like 4 walls so I'm popping in with each death!" Everyone bar Remy then dispersed, "Good job Remy, already showing yourself off as a strong competitor!" He patted his back before going off again.

"Thomas!" Remy’s shout caused him turn around, slowly and dramatically, "You don't need to narrate every single detail!" He soft smiled, shook his head in a loving way and walked away. And maybe, just maybe he was right.

The next death didn’t happen until night time, what had started as two groups protecting each other turned into a stare down and a challenge of who would stay where they were for longer, only 2 men daring to walk in the middle of the sides, myself and Emile.

"Guys, it's a game, but we don't want to lose friends over this..." Emile nervously giggled watching the two groups edge nearer to each other, 1 death could end it all. It was intense, and only when there was a tiny bit of space between the two groups did someone actually die.

"I'm so sorry!!" He shouted, panicked and regretting his action, none other than Patton had killed the only one keeping peace. "Hey! I was roped into this! I just can't say no to Logan..."

And so marked the end of Monday, the death toll already at 2 out of the maximum needed of 7.

They say that weather can impact a stories mood, it definitely impacted the groups. Thunder and heavy rain, causing people like Roman pain but delighted people like Virgil. And others like Logan felt indifferent about the weather. "I feel indifferent about all of this..." He said, walking off. "My play!" Roman exclaimed, " we must all put aside the fighting for the sake of my play today!! Give me time to prepare!" And off Roman went too. Maybe Logan and Roman were tag teaming? Their exits felt a bit improvised...

"Nah" Virgil laughed, "Logan takes things far too literally, I mean you remember the first year when he straight up killed us all in a day because this was all new to us?"

Perhaps Virgil had a convincing argument... Though he simply nodded, sipping tea as he pointed at the clock.

The others would be gathering for Roman's play outside because he made a big deal about lining up outside prior to when the play starts.

And sure enough, a few people did line up waiting well before the play would start, simply passing time until then but once the doors opened, everyone started rolling in.

It was ridiculous arguing that the play was mighty and impressive yet the ending had the biggest twist going, what looked like a stage knife hit Roman's ribs and he dramatically fell to the floor, as the antagonist slowly lifted off their mask and turned around their sword to reveal a giant red, 'Roman' written across it. The crowd was shocked and clapped loudly before Roman realised what had happened. "You, snake!! Only you could worm your way into my act! Get out!!" He furiously yelled at Deceit as he left everyone there, collecting Roman's victim sword on his way out.

"I CALL INTERMISSION!!" The Prince demanded, everyone nodding in agreement. "I'll give you guys half an hour to take a break." Thomas agreed, watching every one leave, running off after one person in particular.

"Dude! When did you get killed?" "When I stopped caring?" Logan replied as though it was normal, "I have no interest in such silly wars, So Virgil killed me." "None of this explains one thing though!"

Both of them paused, "Why are you wearing your sword like it's some kind of accessory?" "Oh! You said to keep in on my person and well my boyfriend was busy playing this game so I just kind of went with it?" Logan proceeded to offer a nonchalant hug as he walked off.

Thomas was simply happy that the next day was over after the intermission.

The four remaining fighters would have to play carefully now. It all meant war at this stage, but who would win, Remy - the towel wearing newbie, Patton - the one no one expected to kill anyon- "Hey! Not fair! That was an accident!" Patton called out, interrupting the perfectly good narrative.

Virgil, the one in his element despite embodying anxiety or Deceit, the one who a sneaky snake boy despite all the evil looks of disagreement he has for that statement.

Only the next few days would have the answers.

How quickly can you count from 4 to 3? It's probably not as fast as our next contestant went out, everyone had just woke up to a mysterious banging sound.

The group cautiously approached where the sound was coming from. "Remy?" Logan mumbled quietly, trying to wake up properly. Once a sufficient crowd gathered around he announced the statement that changed the entire game... And yet those who didn't know would be shocked by this ground breaking news.

"I need coffee! Someone take me out of this game, it's too time consuming." And sure enough, he did get removed.

The finale was approaching, but who would remain in it?

Despite searching, no one could find Deceit (although our search wasn't very thorough...)

So instead we turned to the dynamic duo, Patton and Virgil. They were sat at the opposite end of the room so it was difficult to hear what they were saying though Patton's faced showed regret and pity while Virgil's remained difficult to understand, he had kept up a cold facade the entire game, no one really knowing his next attack.

The unpredictability of his gameplay could leave to a difficult war against Deceit, both strong and mysterious competitors, would Patton be able to compete is the question?

Suddenly Virgil's face changed to one of rage, as a pillow came hurtling in my direction.

"Deceits still in this game??" He seemed startled by this news. "Thomas, can you go else where please? Your narrating gets annoying after a while."

And so, we let the news sink in for Virgil, he would probably be planning on how to get rid of him now he was caught up.

The day was normal and quiet and until dinner had just ended, everyone ate together as the kitchen was big enough for everyone.

"Virgil, can we talk for a second outside?" Patton enquired, as he noticed Virgil getting up. "Uh, yeah sure!" And so the two stepped outside leaving everyone else inside. It was quiet, at first, peaceful even. Until...

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" Was shouted from outside the room so we all rushed out to see what had happened.

Once outside we saw the sword moving in slow motion then as it hit we all gasped in harmony. "Virgil... How... How could you let this happen?" I asked, cautiously, "You can't trust anyone..." He whispered softly to us and just like that 3 became 2, the finale, the showdown, the war to end the war.

Afterwards, we got an exclusive interview with the man himself, Virgil. Here are a few highlights "So how do you feel about the finale?"... "Um, pretty good ya know!", "Did the last death not upset you at all?" "Nah"

"You were quick to answer that, Patton is your best friend, is there no kind of hurt feelings or uncomfortableness saying as you share a room?"

And his answer was remarkable, "Nope, still good vibes all round, ya know that scene was completely improvised, right?" Virgil smiled, looking at the ground before continuing, "Yeah, Roman had been teaching us all about drama actually and we decided that I should throw the game so that Morality vs Deceit can be a battle of good vs evil." For the first time in the history of these games, we had an agreement for the finale with no hard feelings and a completely improvised scene to achieve it.

Without trying to stick to clichés, the final battle would be good vs bad in the sense that deceit is not a good trait.

Who would be victorious and who would fall at the last hurdle? Could precious, peppy, Patton kill the deceitful slippery snake, ah really, double birds, again? "See...see what happens?" Logan said, staring as though this was all somewhat, familiar, to him. But yes - Deceit, a slimy boi! Logan coughed to gain his attention,, "Thomas back to the story..."

I think it's best we let someone else tell you from here....

We we're set out to win, and yes, I said we. While this may have started of as an individual competition, it was time for a bit of teamwork and collaboration. The rules before were harsh and unjust but Deceit was playing by my rules now, there was no way he could get into the minds of 4 very differing personalities. Especially not when you have one who loves to make sure things are thoroughly planned out.

Being out meant myself, Logan and Roman could gather all the required gear for our 6 step fool proof plan without having to worry about getting stabbed.

Step 1 - Setting the scene. We needed to make sure that once in the desired room, the escapes were very dodgy, this meant a bit of deconstruction. This set also meant making sure the costume was ready. If the distraction was to work it would have to be good enough to pull a Trojan Horse type of deal on Deceit.

Step 2 - Getting ready for it all. Making sure the walkie talkies were turned on, getting Roman suited up and of course I had to be sure his make up looked effective enough for us all to be convinced.

Step 3 - Setting up the trap. Roman had to go off at this stage to make sure we'd have the upper hand and sure enough, he was quick to track him down, over the walkie talkie could hear their discussion.

"Come with me!" Roman exclaimed in his best girlish voice, leading Deceit to where we wanted him, we could occasionally hear his balloon boobs rubbing on his layered outfit so they weren't noticeable.

Then once they arrived Logan went off silently to the room, staying out of site.

Step 4 - The realisation. First of Roman cross dressing. "Roman, it was kind of obvious, I know that no girls had access to this area and your balloons are too squeaky for your own good..."

We had him exactly where we wanted him but before we finish what else was realised we needed Patton to take his knife and get ready nearby. Once that was done, we waited until he finished.

"I saw you guys last night, I know this is all a trap, you really think I'm that gullible?" "I meannnnn, in our defence..." Roman nervously giggled. "Sooner or later, your little friends will have to come and rescue and when they do, it'll give me the perfect time to strike!"

"I'm not so sure about that one... Maybe I'm just a decoy to keep you in place." He shrugged, smiling innocently.

"No! They have to come and get you eventually, they're all goody goody and 'oo look at the dramatic one, whatever would we do without him'... they'll come"

"You know what, you're right!"

Andddd pause. Deceit had not anticipated step 5. Distract from secret entrance. Way back at the start of the game I spent some time carving out a chunk of the wall and covering up with a perfectly good poster, in all the chaos, no one ever looked down at it to see it was too low down to belong there.

Which meant that Roman distracting Deceit had given Patton and I a perfect chance to sneak in. Because he was too vain to ever even realise that you never make a plan without a backup.

Continue.

We'd never seen Patton get so mad over a game before but that stab in the middle of Deceits back was harsh, probably out of defence for Roman. And yet as soon as he realised he stumbled and fell onto the floor.

"Guess what?" I whispered crouching down to him. "You're dead!" And with that I brought the ketchup bottle into his eyesight as I provided him a worthy enough war wound.

And despite them having to forcefully remove the bottle from my hands to stop Deceit's injury from worsening, it was all worth it for the triumphant winner , even Logan saw the point of these wars after it was all over.

Step 6, I hear you questioning. It is probably the most important step out of all of them - Never doubt Patton Sanders, the reigning king of Murder Week.

#i've maxed out on how much i'm able to write so thank you all for 700! this story took alot of effort and i didn't want to rush an ending #because you guys deserve a great ending. thank you for being around for 700 #enjoy this story and let's hope 800s will be even greater!