#well here we are at almost 10pm. started working on this fucking report at around 6.30am and like i slacked off for a few hrs

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#well here we are at almost 10pm. started working on this fucking report at around 6.30am and like i slacked off for a few hrs #but this is what i did most of today and yesterday #and like i thought maybe. maybe id get some more help but like nah i just streight up wrote about 95% of this #like the only other imput was my pi poking it into place. so like ok its all on me if they hate the report #not that i actually care. i put the most effort into this than anyone@ #and like i would not care even a little if we got disqualified or something #oh god im procrastinating making a decision on wrting in stats stuff bc like i did some anova and nothing was significant but like an anova #doesnt fit the data anyway so like do i include it and say hey no significance and i used the wrong test but like heres my speculation or #just say nothing. bc im not gonna find a better test rn #ugh i should just include. whatever i dont care #also our undergrad in charge of tour video is like hhhhh i might not get it done #and im like lmao im sorry ur having to do this after all ur exams like no prob if u cant. i dont really care abt the consequences #and i was poking our othet undergrad all day to find some data and she just never got it to me like ??? i dont understand #im asking u to find it and its just ???? #hhhh my stomach hurts and im tired and i dont care about this project or the hours and hours i spent on it #i hope the competition ppl enjoy reading 19 pages of bullshit #it was written in basically 3 days and im losing my mind #listening to my fucking ever expanding n4rusasu playlist aishdoaishdoddaishdoaishdoddjdaishdoaishdoddaishdoaishdoddjdndj #unrelated

[pixieungerstories]

Quarantine - 2

There was no sign the house had any other occupants for days.  I hadn’t been able to drag the mattress out of the room where he had put it.  It was heavy and I couldn’t compress it enough to get it through the door.

I went back to working from home.  The conference calls helped me feel sane.  After a while it was easy to pretend the whole thing was some fever dream.  I was pretending, though.  I still hadn’t tried to open the closet.  Grocery delivery was set on a rotation so that once a week they arrived at the gate.  My neighbours had theirs brought right up to the house.  Mine were always left at the gate of the picket fence that surrounded the front yard.

I used the hedge trimmers to shape the lilac bushes that the neighbours on each side had planted to obscure their view of my house.  I weeded and mowed the lawn wishing for grass seed before just giving up and calling it a meadow.  Some of the flowers were even pretty.  I chuckled with my friends about how much drywall I was going to need when this was over.  We laughed about how it was lucky I was alone instead of having a roommate watching me through the holes in the walls.

Well, they laughed.  I sort of more chuckled nervously.

I kept an eye on my laptop battery and there weren’t any unexplained power outages.  Everything seemed normal.

Until I was cleaning out the basement and found the wine room.  I don’t know wine, but there was a lot of it and the newest bottle that I could find was pre world war two.

I wasn’t expecting it to still be good.  It was.  It felt ridiculous drinking a hundred year old bottle of red wine with a frozen dinner. I did it anyway.

“Are you still here?” I demanded as I was getting ready for bed.

There was no answer.

I found the box that had my vibrator in it and fell asleep in a sweaty puddle.

I woke up a little hung over and found my vibe squeaky clean on the bathroom sink when I went to brush my teeth.  My stomach dropped.

“Were you watching me?” I hissed.  I don’t know what sort of reply I was expecting, but I didn’t get one.

Once again, I tried to move the mattress to another room.  Once again, I failed.  I spent the night wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the floor in the other bedroom, with my laptop plugged in and netflix running to keep me company.

I screamed and stood up when he said from the doorway, “I get lonely too.”

“Jesus Christ!”

He chuckled, “Not even close.”  There was a moment of silence as I strained my eyes to see something, anything, in the dark.  “I can’t leave either,” he whispered.  I stood there shaking in the light from my laptop screen. “Sleep in the bed.  I will not bother you.”

I didn’t move.  He had just sounded sad when he said it.  

“Why can’t I ever see you?”  I asked.

“I live in the shadows, you can only see me in darkness.”

I blinked at that.  “But you are always here.”

“Yes.”

“And I can’t see in the dark,” I pointed out.

“I know.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I changed the subject.  “What do you want from me?”

“When you first arrived, you slept in the garden.  If you had started by sleeping in the house, I would have run you off.  But you were fixing things, so I let you stay.  I got used to you being around.  Then you got sick and it would have been so easy to just let you die.  I would have gone back to being on my own.  I no longer want to be on my own but I hadn’t considered the weight of you being unable to leave.  I do not like the idea of you being scared of me and trapped here.”

“But I am,” I mumbled.

“Yes.  So take care of yourself.  Sleep in the bed.  Care for the house.  I will stay out of your way.”

I licked my lips.  I didn’t want to ask but I had to know.  “What were you doing with my vibrator?”

There was no answer.  I waited for what felt like an eternity before I continued.  “Look, it isn’t a good idea to share sex toys, so depending on where it’s been, I might need to throw it out.  I can’t exactly get a new one just now.  Please just tell me.”

It was the barest whisper, “I wanted to taste you.”

I froze feeling like a deer in the headlights, completely unsure how to respond to that.

“I have not touched you since you asked me not to,” he argued.  

Except for when I almost fell, I thought.  You caught me then.  And my laptop.  I wouldn’t have been able to get a new one of those either.  I wondered if soap and water would do it or if I was going to end up with some shadow monster disease.  How do you even ask that?

“Ok,” I mumbled.  I stood there in the dark and silence.  The house was silent.  I realized I hadn’t heard rattles or banging or hissing since I learned he was here.  “Nyctophobia,” I blurted out.

“I don’t understand,” he replied.

I shifted awkwardly.  “Can I call you Nick?”

The silence continued.  Then, “Why?”

“Nameless things are more scary.  It isn’t as bad having a roommate named Nick.”

He never did answer.  Eventually, I sat back down on the floor and wrapped the blanket more tightly around myself.  I wasn’t brave enough to walk through a pitch dark house, past a staircase, to get to the room where there was a monster in the closet.  

----

There was coffee waiting for me when I got up, and the smell of cinnamon buns baking in the oven.   The oven timer said there was 10 minutes left.  I peeked inside to find the tiniest pan of monkey bread baking.  I recognized the recipe and pulled out the cookbook it came from.  Sure enough, in Nick’s careful handwriting was notations about scaling the recipe down to one sixth of how it had been published.

He had used pencil.

“Is this a peace offering?” I asked.

I didn’t get a response, but he did the dishes while I had my bath that morning.

When my groceries were delivered, popcorn had been added to my order.

I didn’t see him.  Well, I mean, I never see him, but the only signs of him were things being done and left obviously done while I was bathing or getting dressed.  Aside from how nice it was to not do the dishes I appreciated the signs that he was not watching me.

It came as a surprise when I went to put the popcorn in the microwave and the power went out.  

“Nick?  What are you doing?”

“This isn’t me,” he hissed.

I was lifted and carried squirming through the dark before being pushed into a space and having the door locked behind me.  I panicked as I thought I might be in his closet before I realized I was in the wine cellar.  Flashes of Edgar Allen Poe stories ran through my mind.

I have no idea how long I was in there, in the dark with my heart pounding as I tried to get the door to open.  Eventually, it did.

“All better now,” he assured me, breathing down the back of my neck.

There were a lot of cop cars outside on the street.

“What happened?” I asked.  There wasn’t any answer.

A uniformed officer rang my bell, then politely stepped back from my door the requisite six feet.

“Did you hear or see anything unusual last night, Ma’am?” he asked after identifying himself.

Yeah, all the time, I thought.  There was still no way to say that and sound sane.  I went with a modified version of the truth.  “The power went out around 10pm and I ended up stuck in the basement since I couldn’t see the stairs.”

He frowned at me.  “Have you noticed anything missing?  Any signs of a break in?”

“No?  Should I have?”

He appeared to consider this, then stepped further back to look at the state of my house.  “There were break-ins all down this street last night.  This place might not have been a target.”

“Is everyone OK?” I asked.

“It’s an ongoing investigation,” replied walking towards me again.  “I can not disclose anything further, ma’am.”

I swallowed, “That sounds like a no.”

“Do you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

I considered this, “Do you generally advise that women living alone let strange men into their houses?  If you are coming to search, I want my lawyer here as a witness.”

He was already peering in around me.  The house isn’t that big and the walls were all gone.  He could see the whole main floor whether he came in or not.

“Doing some renovations I see.”

No shit Sherlock.  “My building permit is posted in my window.  I haven’t been able to get trades people out in months but-”

“I'm sure everything is in order with that.  Good day.”   Then he left.  Standing on the porch I could hear him telling the other officers what a shit hole my house was.  He thought it should be condemned.

I mean, he was right, still you never like to hear that.  And it didn’t need to be condemned.  I had the structural engineer’s report to prove it.

I went to work while keeping an eye on the news sites.

It wasn’t break ins.  It was looters.  The house next to me and the four next to it, all the way to the corner, had been hit.  The owners had been found tied up at best and dead at worst with a variety of options in between.

It has escalated all the way down the street.

Then stopped before my house.

“Nick?  What did you do?”

He wasn’t talking to me yet.

----

I sat on my bed and waited for the sun to go down.  My laptop was in the kitchen.  My phone was next to me but set to do not disturb.   I waited, straining my ears for any noise.

“Are you there?”

Nothing was said but I was sure I could feel him watching me.

“Please tell me what happened.”

“No one comes into my house,” he snarled.

I swallowed and fought down my fear.  “I did.”

“You are different.  You are helping.”

I considered that.  He had walls before I got here, now he didn’t.

“Am I safe from you?”

“Yes.”  It would have been more comforting if he hadn’t growled it.

That was the point where I started to cry.  I had made it through everything life had thrown at me without turning into a weepy woman, but that did it.  I’m going to blame it on a night of panicking in the wine cellar combined with news reports detailing what had happened to my neighbours.

“Please don’t,” he whispered.

I sniffled.  “Fuck.  Why don’t I have kleenex?”

A roll of toilet paper was pressed into my hands.  I ripped off a length and blew my nose in a way that women in the movies never do, then I jumped as he stroked my cheek with a cool finger, catching my tears.  His hand was gone an instant later.

“What if they come back tonight?”

“They won’t,” he said firmly.  I don’t think he was talking about the ongoing police presence on the street. 

“What did you do?” I sniffled.

“I defended my home.  That includes you now.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  I wasn’t sure that I couldn’t catch glimpses of him as the lights on the street kept flashing.  Red, blue, huge black shadow.

“I don’t want to be alone right now,” I whispered.

The bed dipped but when I reached my arm out in that direction all I could find was a long fingered hand to hold mine.  “You won’t be.”

I felt him tug at the blankets underneath me and I slid over so he could turn them back.  Even in the dark I could find my sleep shirt under my pillow.  I stood up next to the bed, stripped and pulled it over my head.  Under the covers looking at the ceiling.  Red, blue, shadow, red, blue shadow.

“Are you .. human shaped?”

“I can be.”

I snorted, “What kind of answer is that?” 

“An honest one.”

I rolled on to my side so that my back was to him, or at least to where I thought he was.

“I can go.”

“Can you stay?”

The weight on the bed changed.  “Don’t try to look at me, you will only give yourself nightmares.”

“You said you’ve read Blue Beard?”

“Yes.”

“Have you read Cupid and Psyche?”

He just snickered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  Does any of that apply here?”

“Are you going to try to burn me with an oil lamp?” he teased.

“Are you going to get me pregnant then cast me out into the wilds?”  I countered.

He hissed at that, “Never.”

“Never get me pregnant or -”

“I’m not human.  We can’t procreate.  I can’t make you sick.  You can’t make me sick.  We can drive each other insane and you will be able to escape someday.  I can not leave.”

“Why not?”

“You need to rest.  Don’t ask questions with scary answers.”

“How am I supposed to know they are scary?”

“Because you are asking a monster.  Now, go to sleep.”

That was the most ridiculous thing but I wasn’t up to arguing about it.  Not while there was still an active crime scene next door.

I fell asleep to the feeling of him stroking my back.

----

The only furniture in the bed room was the bed and a few boxes of random stuff I had moved in.  I woke to find one of them had been used as a table and was holding breakfast for me.  Or at least a travel mug of coffee and a plate of toast.  I sat in bed, drank my coffee, ate my toast and read the thirty seven emails from everyone I knew asking what the fuck happened next door.

I ended up posting a blanket statement on facebook that I was fine.  I was still in my house.  I had no idea what had happened other than what I had seen on the news.  Then I posted a picture of the three squad cars I could still see out my bedroom window.  

My boss emailed me to ask when he could expect the report I had been assigned, so that took up the rest of my day.  It was getting dark when I realized I hadn’t eaten all day.  Another freezer meal, some salad and I was raiding the wine cellar again, god damn it!

As I was pouring wine into a coffee mug, he asked me, “Are you drinking alone?”

I got up, took another mug out of the cupboard, poured a second drink and turned off the kitchen light.  “Nope.  I’m not alone.  You’re here.”

He didn’t answer, as I ate my dinner by the light of the street lights outside.  The porch light was outside the kitchen window, so I turned it on to wash the dishes then turned it off to go upstairs.  It would have been better if I hadn’t stubbed my toe on the bottom step.  I swore.  Nick picked me up and carried me up the stairs.

“I didn’t have that much to drink!” I protested.

“No, but you can’t see in the dark.”  He tucked me safely into bed.

“Did you change the sheets?”  I asked.  He didn’t answer.  “You did, didn’t you?”

My laptop opened and his body blocked the screen for a few moments.  Then Brooklyn 99 came on and it was set next to me.

“Why are you doing this?”

“We need a distraction.  Call Penny.”

“We need a distraction?  We?”

“Yes.”

I hesitated.  “Do you need me to move out and camp in the backyard for a few days?”

His reply was a nonverbal roar that rattled the windows and set off a car alarm outside.  

There was a commotion then the cops were knocking on my door.  I sighed and turned on the lights.  I decided to be proactive this time.  I flung open the door and demanded “What the hell are you doing out here?”

The cops on my porch blinked.  

“I’m trying to sleep!  Can you keep the noise down?  Please?  I know whatever you are doing is important but can you just do it a little quieter?”

“That wasn’t us!” the youngest protested.

“Then can you find out who it was and make them stop?”

To my delight, they left.

I closed the door, smiled to myself and bounced off a wall of darkness that caught me before I rebounded against the door.

“I do not want you sleeping outside!” he growled in my ear.

There were one set of arms around my shoulders and another holding my hips and back.  I tried to think of a ‘what big arms you have Mr Wolf’ quip but it died on my lips and the touch was gone in an instant.

“Nick?  Can you help me not trip on things on my way to the stairs?”

Hands on my hips, pushing me gently forward and steering me around boxes. Another hand guiding mine to the banister.  Then nothing.  I carefully inched my way upstairs.  I did that awkward thing at the top where you think there is still one more step but there isn’t so your leg falls through nothing and you stumble.  To my right was the bedroom, still lit by the flickering screen of my computer.

I climbed into bed and closed it.

Then I opened it, stared at the browser for a moment, then closed it again.

“What’s wrong?”

I considered this.  I really had no secrets from him anymore.  “I’m anxious and keyed up.  I need … some ‘alone time’ but it’s weird if you are watching.”

“Would it be better if I was helping?” he teased.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.  “I don’t know what you are working with.  But I feel lonely.”

Gentle fingers took my hand and raised it.  The lips that kissed and the tongue that laved were not human.  I turned my hand to stroke his face but he leaned away.

That stung.  I let my hand fall to the bed.  “It isn’t fair that you get to touch me but I can’t touch you.”

He didn’t say anything to that.  A car drove past and the headlights lit the room for an instant.  Long enough for me to see four glittering eyes watching me, two forward facing and two further to the sides.  Not human, I reminded myself.  In the darkness, a hand cupped my face, thick lips caught mine and as I kissed him a tentacle like tongue licked at my lips before darting briefly down my throat.

“I can do better than that toy,” he promised, “but you can not see me.”

I nodded.  Four hands stroking me over my clothes.  A mouth kissing and licking at my neck. I was expecting him to peel me out of my clothes, instead his touch was so feathery gentle.  Hands cupped my face as he nuzzled my hair.  I strained my eyes trying to see him, but I could catch only the faintest outline.  Any time I reached out for him he pulled away.  Finally, he got frustrated with that and pinned my hands over my head.

I panicked and pulled my hands away and just like that he was gone.

“Nick?”

I don’t know why I was expecting an answer.  I groaned and pressed both palms to my face covering my eyes.  I jumped when he caressed my calf, but I didn’t move my hands.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

“Damned if I know,” I admitted.  “It’s been … I don’t even know anymore… how long have I been stuck in this house?  Weeks?  Months?  None of this seems real anymore.  Sometimes I don’t know if I’m real anymore either.  I just need …  something.”

“Someone,” he whispered.

“Yeah.  Someone to make me feel like I’m real.  Just to make me feel.”

“Humans need other humans to be human,” he muttered. “You should have just called your friend.”

My eyes prickled again and tears splashed against my hands.  “How long have you been here?”

“There was an accident shortly after the house was built.  I came because of that.”

That raised a lot of questions, but my immediate one was, “How long have you been here alone?”

“On and off since then.  Most people don’t last much more than a month or two.  Normally, construction crews are the advance party before they move in.  It’s easy enough to get rid of the new owners.  You were just too stupid to leave.”

I snorted, “Were you really trying to make me go?  Because living here was creepy but not anywhere close to the scariest place I’ve ever lived.”

“My heart wasn’t in it.  I need you to finish fixing the place first.  Sooner or later someone would have built one of those ridiculous houses on the lot.”  He started to massage my calf as he spoke.

“The house is more than a hundred years old.  That’s a long time to be alone,” I pointed out.

“Enough time to get good at it,” he countered.

I moved my hands then and sat up to look at him.  I thought I could see a pool of shifting darkness.  “What are you?  Are you a ghost?  Did someone die here and -”

“Many people have died here. I am not one of them.”

I thought about that for a moment.  “Am I?”

“What?”

“Am I some dead woman who is all alone here making excuses for why I can’t leave?”

He laughed at me then, not a jolly laugh, an odd howling laugh.  “How did you come up with that ridiculous idea?”

It stung a little, “It’s a popular plot point in a number of movies.  And I can’t help but notice you didn’t answer the question.”

He stopped laughing when he realized I was serious and said flatly, “You aren’t dead.”

#quarantine #oh my god they were quarantined #monster boyfriend #shadow monster

[stxrrywildflower]

family

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - you never knew something so good could come out of something so bad

warnings - kidnapping, injuries, cursing

word count - ?

requested by @marvelxmendes

by the urgency of hotch’s message, the team knew they were in for a tough case.

another key factor in their suspicions was the fact that garcia was seated, not presenting the case. instead, hotch stood with the remote in his hand, a serious look on his face.

“four bodies have been found in indianapolis. all of the victims have been either teenagers or young adults. another person was just taken, nineteen year old victim. the time between the abductions and killings have been becoming shorter. wheels up in thirty,” hotch announced. 

with that, the team grabbed their bags and took off to the airport. the flight over was spent reviewing the case and bouncing possible theories. emily and rossi were sent to talk to the victim of boy who was just taken. hotch and j.j. were due at the police station while morgan and spencer were going to the latest crime scene.

just hours into their individual assignment, the body of the latest victim was found. the unsub wasn’t slowing down and if anything, was becoming more and more violent.

examining the body was incredible difficult for everyone. the local police had all refused as the boy killed was very active in the local community. hotch and rossi remained at the station while the other agents headed out to the crime scene.

“victim was david mitchell. he was staying with his mom. she worked almost all day,” one of the cops informed.

“well the unsub is obviously going after people who are alone. makes it a lower risk,” morgan concluded.

after a few more minutes of examining the body, the team all headed back to the police station. they didn’t have a ton of information to go off of. all they knew was that they needed to act quickly or else more people would die.

____

stepping into your home, you used your foot the close the door behind you as your arms were filled with groceries. the only sound throughout the house was your shoes scuffing against the floor.

you were only 17 and a senior in high school. your parents ‘worked’ leaving you alone almost all of the time. they had people check in on you and showed up sometimes, making it semi-legal. it had started a year and a half ago. you were shocked at how quickly you adjusted to being alone all the time. honestly, it didn’t feel much different then when they were actually around.

as you turned on the tv to the local news station, you began putting the groceries away. “in regards to the recent murders, the fbi have arrived and are working with the police to catch this criminal. all residents are advised to be on the look out for any suspicious activity and keep their doors locked at all times,” one of the reporters spoke. you peered around the doorway, double checking that your doors were in fact locked.

once you put everything away, you headed upstairs to your room. in an hour, you were due to meet a classmate for a study session. if you were being honest, you didn’t really need a whole study session. you were already accepted to georgetown in washington d.c. for college with a pretty large scholarship. however, you were always willing to help someone study.

it was when you opened your closet and looked in the mirror that you noticed the presence of a figure in the corner of your room. you could barely turn around before the masked figure was rushing towards you. his hand clamped over your mouth. “you scream, i take this knife and stab you. you hear me?” he whispered harshly.

tears began to flow freely down your cheeks. in an effort to save yourself, you bit down on his hand hard. the man was wearing latex gloves allowing for you to tear through them. a metal taste was then in your mouth, letting you know that you had broken the skin.

the man clutched his now bleeding hand, allowing for you to slip out of his grasp. you took off running towards the door. just as you thought you would finally be able to escape, a sharp pain in your shoulder stopped you.

you fell to the ground, screaming as you clutched your shoulder. the man pulled the knife out of your body just as you fell. “fucking bitch,” the man spat. he then raised his foot and kicked you hard in the head, knocking you unconscious.

the local police chief rushed in, clutching a phone in his hand. the teams eyes all darted up. “we think the unsub may have another girl. a local student just called in about y/n y/l/n. they were supposed to study together but y/n never showed,” he informed everyone. “she could have just forgotten,” morgan offered.

“y/n isn’t like that. kid’s had a tough life. but, she’s a straight-a student, set to be valedictorian, and always helps any kids who need help. hell, she’s even helped my son in math,” the chief replied.

“tough life?”

the chief nodded, “her parents work almost all the time. they pop in every once in awhile but y/n is basically on her own. friends and neighbors always check in on her to make sure she’s okay.”

“all right, we’ll all head over to her house. try and find out anything we can. it’s the only lead we have right now,” hotch ordered.

after arriving at your house, the team exited their cars and made their way up to the front door. j.j. stepped forward, knocking on the door. they waited all of two minutes before agreeing to enter. suprisingly, the door was unlocked, adding to the teams growing suspicion of your kidnapping.

spencer, morgan, and emily all headed up the stairs while the other three agents took the first floor. “we have blood!” morgan called as soon as he entered the bedroom. the team regrouped upstairs. blood was on the floor right by the door.

“signs of struggle,” emily spoke as she kneeled down, “it’s fresh.”

“well we know the percentages of kidnappings with minors. take a room and find out more about y/n’s life,” hotch once again gave out orders.

j.j. and emily found themselves in the hallway leading to the living room. “look, there’s no family photos. not even any in the past. all of them are of y/n, her friends, and then accomplishments,” j.j. pointed out.

that was common throughout the house. every room had the basic furniture but but besides that, it didn’t feel like a true home. even your room was incredibly bare. “hey look at this,” emily called, taking one of the frames off the wall.

“an acceptance letter to georgetown. practically a full ride,” emily said as she handed the frame over. “what have you two got?” rossi asked, entering the room. “she’s incredibly smart. already had plans for college. other than that, this house lacks any family value.”

“same for upstairs. everything has been modified for a single person living here,” rossi added.

“we need to find her,” j.j. blurted, her heart already aching for you. obviously, with the fact that you were currently in the hands of a killer but also with your current life. growing up with parents barely in your life was tough, no doubt. by the looks on the faces of the team, they all felt the same way.

when you woke up, your entire body ached. your head was pounding, no doubt from being knocked unconscious with a swift kick to the head. through your blurred vision, you managed to make out your surroundings. the room itself is was a simple square, no windows with concrete floors and walls. you were tied a metal chair which was then bolted to the ground.

naturally, you began to thrash around. you instantly regretted it as your shoulder began to throb once again, the stab wound still bleeding slightly. the ropes that retrained your hands grinder against your skin, creating burns on your skin. your body felt like it was on fire.

“don’t get to comfortable girl,” a new woman called, making you jump slightly, “the fun hasn’t even started.”

the team worked almost nonstop for three days. for a short period of time, they had thought the unsub had already killed you. however, they had received a lock on your hair, letting them know that you were in fact alive.

it was around 10pm when they had a break in the case. garcia had been doing excessive digging and somehow managed to find a warehouse. it was only secluded location in the area which was the best lead they had. after putting on their vests, the team quickly got into their cars and began the drive.

your head hung loosely, no strength was left in you to even pick it up. your eyes were slits, only open enough to see the floor below you. the once grey color was now stained red from blood. some areas were slightly darker, due to the fact that you were practically waterboarded. the stab wound in your shoulder was even worse now. hours ago, you had lost feeling in it entirely.

it turns out you were taken by a man but he was apart of a pair. the man had sat back and watched while the woman tortured your excessively. she only showed up for a few hours while the man stayed with you 24/7.

various cuts, some shallow and some deep, littered your body. a concussion was already inevitable, as you have had one since the first day you had been taken. your left wrist was no doubt broken. the woman had decided to experiment with hammers. your hand was the first thing she hit.

when the sirens had began blaring outside the warehouse, the mans face shifted to panic before completely changing back. “one more for good measure,” he smirked, grabbing a large knife from the rack. suddenly, he plunged the knife into your side. thankfully, he didn’t hit any major organs. blood gushed out of the wound, now soaking your shirt. you couldn’t even cry out, all you could do was hope that the sirens got to you in time.

a cloth was harshly placed over your mouth before being tied around the back of your head, silencing you. the man then pulled your hair, bringing your head up to face the door. “they may get me but they will never get her,” he whispered harshly. your eyes widened at knowing your one kidnapper would still be at large.

the doors suddenly slammed open. two women rushed in, one blonde the other with dark hair, along with two men, one extremely muscular and the other as skinny as a twig. the cold metal tip of a gun was pressed into the side of your head. fear coursed through you.

“put it down,” the muscular man ordered.

the gun was jammed further against your head. pain exploded as your already damaged head was hurt yet again. the muffled discussion between the fbi agents and the man went on for a few more moments.

finally, the man stepped back. you thought that it would be over and you would finally be saved. however, the man pulled the trigger, sending a bullet towards the agents.

the bullet wizzed passed your ear, creating a ringing that no doubt made your ears bleed. another wave of pain exploded from your left ear as well as your head. turns out that the bullet had grazed your ear and head, making more blood flow. another gunshot sounded, the man behind you dropping dead.

the realization that you almost just died finally set in. your eyes widened once again as your breathing became heavier and faster. the one blond woman rushed over and went to untie your legs. a burst of adrenaline came over you as you did everything in your power to push her away. when the cloth around your mouth dropped, you let out a loud sob as tears freely flowed down your cheeks.

“get away, get away!” you screamed as you jerked around.

the blonde woman’s face fell. she stepped back to stand by the other woman. hesitantly, the two male agents stepped forward.

“hey, i’m agent morgan and this is doctor reid. i’m going to take this ropes off of you. is that okay?” morgan asked. you nodded, pressing your lips together. as morgan went to begin to untie the ropes, reid kneeled down beside you.

“help is on the way. but now i need you to breath with me,” reid started, motioning with his hands to get you to follow his breathing pattern. you did as he said, your eyes still continuing to dart around the room. “he can’t hurt you anymore,” reid reassured you.

you jumped again. “p-” was all you could get out before a series of coughs racked your body. your uninjured hand clutched your side. morgan kneeled down beside reid. “what?” he asked.

“partner,” you slurred, eyes finally closing as you fell unconscious.

the second you passed out, morgan and reid immediately went into action. morgan layed your body to lie on the floor as he started applying pressure to your hip. spencer moved your head into his lap, his knee against your shoulder to help with the injury there while his hands were pressed against your head. “you think she has a head injury?” morgan asked.

spencer nodded, “definitely.” meanwhile, emily and j.j. rushed outside to find hotch and rossi. “unsub is dead. y/n is hurt pretty bad but she mentioned a partner,” emily informed the other two agents. “it’s most likely a woman. she freaked out when i went near her but are much better with reid and morgan,” j.j. added, “most likely a dominant and submissive type.”

the ambulance pulled in a minute later. the emt’s rushed in, your body being placed on a stretcher and moved out of the building quickly. the team regrouped outside of the warehouse, all at a stand still on what to do.

“alright, emily and i will head back to the police station. you four go to the hospital. we’ll need to interview y/n after she is treated,” hotch ordered. from there, they all went there separate ways.

at the hospital, you were rushed into a quick surgery to repair both your hand, and stitch up the stab wounds as well as the other cuts on your body. it only took three hours after your initial admission for you to be back to your room and set to wake up any minute.

the four agents stood outside of your room, glancing in through the window to where you were. “poor kid,” morgan spoke. “have you had any contact with her parents?” reid asked from his seat.

j.j. shook her head, “yes and no. the first time i called when she was first taken they didn’t even pick up. just now they did answer but said they wouldn’t come home.”

rossi scoffed at that answer. “can’t that be classified as child neglect?” the senior agent questioned. “she isn’t 18 yet, not a legal adult,” morgan piped in.

“all i know is that y/n can’t be under their care anymore,” rossi concluded.

“what are you thinking?”

rossi shrugged, “not sure yet. we just need to wait for her to wake up. then we can talk.”

twenty minutes later, you began to stir. in an instant, nurses entered your room, changing out your iv’s and helping you wake up properly. they left you alone for a few minutes before the team would come in, no doubt to interview you.

you toyed with the fabric of your hospital blanket as the door opened. in walked morgan and reid since they were the most familiar. “hey y/n, how are you feeling?” reid asked.

“whatever they gave me is helping. thanks for saving me,” you smiled slightly. “it’s what we do. now there’s two of our agents outside. they aren’t going to hurt you. is it alright is they come in two?” morgan asked, his voice soft.

nodding, you adjusted yourself so you were sitting up better. the woman from before and an older man were the next in your room. “hi y/n, i’m emily and this is dave,” she introduced. you instantly felt a lot more comfortable around the people in your room. your eyes flickered down to your casted hand before looking back up.

“what do you want to know?” you asked quietly.

“what can you tell us about the woman who hurt you?” emily asked. you visibly flinched when she mentioned the woman. “i think her name is ashlyn. i overheard them talking. she-” you got choked up slightly. after taking a deep breath, you continued, “she did most of the beating and torture. he just stayed with me and watched.”

rossi sat down in the chair by your bed. “we are going to do everything in our power to find her. i promise,” he spoke. “you promise?” you questioned. “i promise,” rossi reassured you.

you were released from the hospital the next day. the team was still in town as the second unsub had yet to be caught. j.j. was in the room with you while you were getting ready to go. the memories were still slightly blurry but you had apologized profusely about screaming at her. the profiler and brushed it off, saying that it was okay. just after slipping your t-shirt on, you turned to the woman.

“my parents?” you asked.

“i tried calling them-,” j.j. started. as soon as you heard her words, you broke down. “of course they’re not here,” you seethed. j.j. shot you a sympathetic look. “they’re never here. i need them and they leave me in the fucking dust!” you yelled, allowing yourself to curse them out.

you collapsed against the bed as you began sobbing. all your emotions combined with everything that had happened in the last few days came out. j.j. stepped forward hesitantly, moving to sit beside you much to your suprise, she hugged you. you rested your forehead on her shoulder, feeling instant comfort from having someone there for you.

back at your home, reid and morgan stayed with you with the other agents visiting and checking up on you. hotch was the one you had seen the least. after introducing himself, he had to leave pretty quickly due to something about the case.

it was almost two in the morning when you were gently shook awake. with tired eyes, you turned on your lamp to see morgan and reid already dressed and putting on their vests.

“did you find her?” you asked, incredibly hopeful.

morgan nodded, “we have a lead. we all need to be there though. but i do have someone for you to talk to while we are gone.” you shot the agent a questioning look as he handed you a phone. “hello?” you spoke tentatively.

“oh my gosh hi sweetie! my names penelope. derek has been telling me a ton about you,” the woman on the other end greeted.

you instantly smiled at penelope’s voice. as the two of you began talking, morgan and reid slipped out of the room.

when they returned, you were in the kitchen, still talking to penelope and getting a glass of water. “we got her,” reid revealed. you gasped, your hand moving up to your mouth. as a natural reaction, you hugged the agent as a thank you.

you were now finally safe.

the team stayed in town for two more days. they may have lied a bit to do their paperwork there but the real reason was to keep an eye on you. when it was time for time for them to depart, you had almost cried.

after hugging each agent individually, you stepped back onto the foyer of your home, rubbing your fingers over your cast. rossi, however, remained behind. you turned towards the older man, confusion written over your face.

“are you staying?” you asked.

he nodded, “i have a few vacation days. the doctor didn’t recommend leaving you alone.” deep down, you were greatful for his presence.

one night, after a traditional italian dinner, rossi sat you down. “i know this is a sensitive topic for you but we need to talk about it,” he started, “you cannot he under the care of your parents anymore. it’s child neglect and you are not safe there. now, you’re almost 18 and heading to washington d.c. in just a few months. how would you feel about being put under the care of one of us on the team?”

after noticing your slight uneasiness with the question, rossi spoke up again, “i know you’ve only known us for a short period of time but i’m going to be honest. we don’t get cases involving teenagers a lot. we just want you to be safe.”

tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. you couldn’t help it honestly. knowing that there were people out there that actually wanted you to be safe and take care of you made you extremely emotional. “i would love that,” you concluded.

____

the team is as incredibly active in your life from that moment on.

they had suprised you at your graduation, cheering for you as your name was called and after your valedictorian speech. when the official procession was over, you had practically ran over to them, accepting hugs from all.

a week after that, you were put officially under rossi’s care. your birthday wasn’t for another two months making the process easier. with the information presented to the jury, it was no doubt that your parents were deemed unfit to take care of you anymore. you cried when the judge had made it official, hugging rossi over and over as you thanked him.

just two weeks later, you had packed up your things and made the official move to washington d.c. the house remained under your parents name. all you packed was all of your clothes, personal items, and toiletries. there wasn’t a single thing in that house that was yours.

when rossi showed you your room with the promise that you could decorate it anyway you wanted, you hugged him once again. it almost felt like you were starting over and you were extremely thankful for that.

despite him and the team being away often for cases, rossi has always called to check up on you. team dinners became more and more frequent with you meeting the teams extended family also. you eventually became the go to babysitter for henry and jack.

sure there were countless nights you had woken up crying, memories about your kidnapping coming back to you. rossi or whoever was around was always there to comfort you and help you calm down. the past two months were a mess but having the team by your side to celebrate all of your little victories and help you overcome your challenges almost made it all better.

they were your family after all.

#criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia #teen reader #bau team #bau team x teen reader

[lostinmirkwood]

Gendrya Kinktober Day 12- Phone Sex

Find on AO3 here.

It started with a picture. 

Arry (9:08am): I have to say, my tits look fantastic in this top today. I needed someone to admire them. 😈

Gendry had to agree, they did look fantastic. She’d taken a timed picture showing just her shoulders and chest with her folded arms resting on her desk just under her tits. As he was typing a response another message came through. Same angle, same position, but two buttons undone, a hint of her lacy red bra peeking out of her navy shirt.

Gendry (9:10am): Dammit Arya. I have a presentation in 20 minutes!

Arry (9:10am): 😘 Good luck!

Gendry shook his head and tried to refocus on his notes for the client presentation he was about to lead. It was for a sustainable and affordable housing complex near the city center that had been a passion project of his for the past six months and he knew he needed to wow the investors.

His phone buzzed again just before he entered the boardroom. The message made him smile and gave him a final boost of confidence for his presentation before he turned off his phone.

Arry (9:25am): I love you, you’ll knock them dead!

---

The presentation had gone off without a hitch. The investors were excited about his designs and the city had greenlit the plans to go ahead with only a few minor tweaks to the design. After a celebratory lunch with his team Gendry turned his phone on back in his office. It buzzed several times as it powered on and he was unsurprised by the slew of texts that waited for him.

The Starks 🐺 (7 messages)

Arry (3 messages)

Hot Pie (10:30am): Sry 4 the late text, had dough tht needed attn. Good luck mate!

Davos (9:45am): Marya and I send our love lad, you’ll do just fine. You know what you’re about.

He shot off quick replies to Hot Pie and Davos thanking them and summarizing the meeting before scrolling through the Stark group chat quickly. Rickon had sent a meme about being the youngest child that had his older siblings up in arms. He shook his head at their antics. They might never stop talking to each other but he was pleased that he was included in their group chat. With some trepidation he opened Arya’s messages.

Arry (10:47am): Let me know how it goes when you’re done!

Arry (11:51am): You know… we should celebrate when your proposal is approved. With me naked and bent over your desk. Could be fun 😉

Gendry gulped, the next message was another picture.

Arry (1:10pm): Thinking about you taking me in your office. 😘

She must have locked herself in her office and drawn her blinds. She was angled against her desk, shirt unbuttoned again. This time her hand was at the cup of her bra, nearly revealing one of her deliciously pink nipples to the camera. She’d also managed to hike her skirt up enough to reveal her creamy thighs and the lacy tops of her stockings. Gendry groaned, his cock filling in his slacks, pressing uncomfortable against his zipper as he sat in his desk chair.

Gendry (1:34pm): ARRY. 

 Gendry (1:34pm): Have mercy on me woman.

Gendry (1:35pm): Also thanks for your support love. The plans were fully approved by both the city and the investors pending a few small design changes.

Arry (1:36pm): That’s wonderful Gendry! I’m so proud of you!

Arry (1:36pm): So, about that celebration?

Gendry (1:36pm): You won’t be able to stay quiet for what I want to do with you tonight. We’ll have to save that for the holiday party.

Arry (1:37pm): Oh? Do share.

Gendry (1:39pm): Tonight? Tonight I want to strip you out of your work clothes, but you’ll keep your bra, stockings, and heels on. I want to get on my knees before you and eat my fill from your cunt with your legs around my ears. 

Arry (1:39pm): I like the sound of that. But why am I keeping my bra on?

Gendry (1:40pm): Because I said so. 

Arry (1:40pm): Yes sir.

Gendry (1:42pm): Once you’ve come for me on my mouth I’m going to slide a finger in and begin to work you. I want you to take all three but I’ll work you up to that. Feel them pressing on that spot inside you that only I have found. It’s mine Arya. 

Gendry (1:42pm): I’ll use my free hand to fondle your tits through that red lacy bra. They’ll be sensitive and the lace will be driving you crazy. When you’re dripping down your thighs…

Arry (1:43pm): Can I come on your hand? Please Gendry, let me come with your fingers deep inside me.

Gendry (1:44pm): No love. You’re not coming again until I tell you to. 

Arya gasps in her office. She’s glad she’s been left to herself today to work on quarterly reports. She shifts in her chair, trying to relieve some of the ache building between her thighs. She wonders if she can manage to get herself off quickly and quietly enough after this when her phone buzzes again.

Gendry (1:45pm): When you're dripping down your thighs I’ll throw you on the bed and bring those stocking-clad legs up to my shoulders. I want to take you deep, Arya. This is why you’re keeping your bra on. 

Gendry (1:46pm): Because when I start to fuck you I want to fuck you hard and long until your tits come out of that red lace. I want you screaming around my cock and begging for release. Once I’ve fucked them free then, and only then, are you allowed to cum. 

Gendry (1:47pm): Now love, this isn’t entirely about me. I want you to tell me about where you want me to come. Do you want me to pull out and come all over those lovely tits and that sinful bra? Do you want me to cover your pretty swollen clit? Do you want me to roll you over and come all over that lovely arse of yours?

Arry (1:48pm): Inside me Gendry. Please come inside me. I want to feel your release deep inside me and feel it dripping out of me. I love it when you make a mess of me.

Gendry (1:49pm): Good girl. I’ll come inside you and spread it over your thighs as it slides out of you. I want you to smell like me.

Another picture message comes through from Arya. It’s looking down at her lap as she sits in her desk chair. Her shirt is unbuttoned slightly, showing a lovely flush over her chest. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist and her hand is sliding towards the black lacy knickers he knows she’s wearing from kissing her good-bye as she was getting ready this morning.

Arry (1:49pm): Gods Gendry. Can I come now? Please? I want you so bad, I’m so wet.

Gendry (1:50pm): No Arry. You have to keep your hands to yourself the rest of today. I told you, you’ll only come when I say you can.

Gendry (1:51pm): Be a good girl and don’t touch yourself. That means no rubbing yourself on your chair using those lacy knickers for friction. No teasing your nipples as you rebutton your shirt. No putting your phone between your legs and calling from your desk for the vibrations. Nothing. I want you dripping when you get home.

Arya mutters a few choice swears under her breath as she does as he says and fixes her shirt and straightens her skirt. She knows she could get off in a minute with how worked up his words have her but how commanding Gendry was and the anticipation make her follow his instructions.

Arry (1:53pm): Yes dear. I’ll wait like you want me to. 😩

Gendry (1:54pm): Good. Now get back to work you naughty girl, I know you have reports to write. I’ll see you tonight 😉

Arry (1:54pm): Love you!

Gendry (1:54pm): Love you too Arry. Always will.

How Arya manages to get through the rest of her day she isn’t really sure. It passes in a lust filled haze as she rereads Gendry’s plan for the night every hour or so. She’s not sure why she’s torturing herself but she knows the pay-off for tonight promises to be more than worth it. 

As she’s on the train home with her headphones in her phone buzzes again in her hand. Glancing down she realizes that Gendry is calling her. Her stomach tightens as she picks up. Not wanting to be that person on the crowded train she quietly says, “Hello Gendry, is everything alright? I’m three stops from ours, do I need to pick something up?”

Gendry sighs down the line, “No love, just wanted to hear your voice. And for you to hear this.”

Arya smiles for a moment before she registers what she’s hearing. On the other end of the call is the slick sound of flesh on flesh, confusedly she asks, “Gendry? What are you...? But, I’m almost home!”

“I know Arry. I told you I wanted you dripping, so I’m making sure you are.”

Hanging up is the last thing on Arya’s mind as she listens to Gendry moan and sigh as he works himself over, getting himself off while she’s on the phone with him, surrounded by her fellow commuters that (hopefully) have no idea what’s happening in her earbuds right now. She’s trying to keep her blush from spreading over her cheeks and her skirt prevents her from crossing her legs to try to relieve the growing pressure. She loses the battle with her blush when he starts gasping her name as he gets close to coming. She nearly misses her stop listening to him, only catching she’s at her platform when the woman sitting next to her nudges her to move so she can also get off. 

Arya stumbles slightly as she gets off the train. Gendry had just growled her name and sighed in her ears and she almost stepped into the gap between the train and the platform. She stutters out, “Did you just?”

“Yeah,” comes his panted reply.

“Well I just got off the train. I’ll be home shortly. Asshole.”

Gendry chuckles, “You did that to me Arry. I said I wanted you ready and I bet you are,” she is, but she doesn’t want to give him any more satisfaction, knowing he’ll get plenty tonight. “I bet your knickers are soaked again for me. Don’t worry, you’ll more than get yours. I wanted to make sure you’d get it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Still bloody unfair with so many people around though.”

“That was half the fun. Love you, Arry. I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you in a few.” She hung up the phone and picked up her pace down the street. Gendry was waiting for her.

#gendrya kinktober #day 12- phone sex/sexting #tomorrow is part 2 #gendrya #gendrya fanfic #arya stark #gendry waters #inappropriate use of personal offices #that tag will come back #dom!gendry comes out #and if you think arya doesn't enjoy that you need to rewatch the it's strong enough scene again

[thecozywhaleshark]

King of Hearts (pt. 1)

A/n: ok big oof big oof big oof I’ve just started this series and get ready folks it’s gonna be a real long one and a real steamy one and i’m excited to continue it

Word Count: 3962

Warnings: Escort Jin. A little smut (fingering). Swearing. It will only get worse from here. This is the tame part.

Summary: You are a famous writer who can’t exactly show up to an event alone... so you hire an escort... his name is Jin 

Staring anxiously at the phone before you, you tapped your fingers on your desk and tried to decide.

This was not the greatest idea you’d ever had. But it couldn’t be that bad, right? You’re not that pathetic … right? This is a thing people do… right?  And nobody would ever know… right?

You sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid book party. Stupid publisher’s meeting. Stupid erotica writer with no stupid date.

Of course, you could always show up alone, but that would spark questions.

A wonderful writer like you with no date? What a shame. So pretty too. How are you getting your inspiration? Are you between boyfriends? Do you have many one night stands?

Questions you didn’t want to deal with. How do you tell your sponsors and publishers and everyone who worked on making your books boom that you haven’t been on a date in over three years? Haven’t had sex in just as long? That your sex life was so dry even the desert probably pitied you?

You stared at the website open in front of you and moved your hand over your cell phone. It’s just one night. And for totally innocent reasons. You typed in the number, put it on speaker, and waited.

The phone clicked and a friendly woman’s voice purred through the speaker:

“Heart Escort Services, this is Cindy, how may I help you today?”

You swallowed. Of course her voice sounded like sex. Just like her trade.

Quiet, you don’t know anything about her. Don’t judge. You’re the one calling the line.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I swear to god Jeremy if this is you I’m going to report you to security because you can’t keep calling to listen to my voice and jerk off you mother-”

“Um, hello.” You stammer, and the lady on the other end goes quiet for a moment.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that. Thank you for calling Heart Escort Services, how can I help you?”

You fiddle with the string of your hoodie and bite your lip. “Do you have male escorts?”

“We sure do! Do you have any specifics?”

You laugh nervously. “Someone handsome?”

She laughs lightly. “Honey, all our men are handsome. We are a highly sought after escort service. Not just anyone can be an escort.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” You can feel yourself blushing furiously even though you knew it was just a phone call. You bury your face in your hands.

Lord God please, smite me from above.

Honestly, you didn’t care who your date was. You could always tell your publisher at the next event that it ended up being a short term fling.

“Um, do you have anyone available on March 23? I just need someone to um… escort… me to an event? It’s from 7-10pm.”

You cringe. Did I really just say ‘escort me to an event’ to an escort service? Smooth.

Cindy hums on the other end of the phone and you hear flipping – probably some sort of planner for the escort’s events.

“Alright, we have three men available on the day you requested at the time. Would you like me to give you their names and descriptions?”

You don’t want to choose. You just want a date. “Um… no… I’m not too picky.”

Cindy chortles. “That’s a first. No really, honey I’m going to need more than that. You’re paying for the service right? Then it’s okay to be picky.”

Oh, well when she puts it like that…

“Uh, what or sorry, which? Of the three is the most sociable? It’s a really social night and I need them to be able to hold their own in a room full of strangers if that’s okay? And um, younger? I’m only 24…”

You hear more clicking and humming from Cindy as she decides. “Okay, hun. I have a 26-year-old Korean man named Jin. He’s honestly one of the more talkative escorts that we have. I’m sure he would do great at your event. Just so you know, if you want him the entire night it will cost extra..”

“No!” you almost shout, then quickly backpedal. “I mean, no. No, sorry I don’t want him for the entire night. Just 7-10.”

“Alright, 7-10 it is then. Where should he meet you?”

You thought for a second. You were going to need to walk in with him. The event was at the Cedar Valley Hotel ballroom on 2nd.

“Can he meet me at Christine’s Coffeehouse and Café on 2nd Street?” It was down the street from the hotel, at the end of the block. They could walk up and in together.

You heard some more typing and pencil scribbling before Cindy spoke again. “Jin will meet you at Christine’s Coffeehouse and Café on 2nd on March 23 at 6:45 pm. He will be wearing a black suit and a red tie. Please remember that we only take cash, and you will pay him for his time.” You nod and quickly scramble over your desk for a sticky note and pen.

Jin. Black suit. Red tie. Christine’s. 6:45pm.

Cindy tells you his charge and you write it under the time with a note to make a trip to the bank, surprised at how high it is.

Of course he is dummy. He’s an escort. This place is high rank.

High, but not unreasonable you reasoned. You had the cash. He must be really good at what he does. But so were you.

“Thanks, Cindy. Anything else I should know?”

She laughs again on the other end of the line. “You should really have considered taking him for the night. You, missy, are missing out.”

You find yourself blushing furiously again and hang up. Pushing your hands through your hair and letting out a long breath.

You’re really doing this. You just hired an escort. You laughed to yourself and got out of your chair. If only your mother could see you now. Wouldn’t she be so proud?

You walk over to your closet and begin to flip through it. Black suit. Red tie. Black suit. Red Tie. What did you have that matched that?

 ~ three weeks later ~

 You stepped out of your taxi and fidgeted with your dress, pulling the hem down. You hadn’t realized how much it had shrunk when you decided to risk throwing it into the washer instead of taking it to the dry cleaners, and now your originally knee-length black pencil dress came down only to mid-thigh. You checked yourself out in the reflective glass of the café.

Simply cut black pencil dress – classy with just a little bit of décolletage and leg on display.

3 1/2-inch heels – as high as you can go without falling while you walk.

Simple crystal earrings.

Loose low bun with just the right amount of face-framing.

Black and silver beaded clutch.

You walked into the café and headed to the bathroom.

Makeup on point. Just touch of the red lipstick – red to match his tie – and you’re good.

You step out of the bathroom, putting your lipstick in your purse and sit down at one of the tables by the window, glancing at the time.

6:37 pm. You’re early.

You sip a glass of water nervously, trying hard not to bite your fingernails.

Please be here. Please don’t be late. Please be at least cute.

You swirled the condensation left from your glass on the table with the tip of your finger and looked at your phone again.

6:39pm.

God, those three minutes seemed like an eternity.

At 6:45pm on the dot, the door of the café dings open and a tall, handsome man strides in. He has purpose in every step, and you can’t stop yourself from staring as he glances around the room, sees you, and turns on his heel coming your way, dropping into the seat opposite of you.

Damn. He’s hot. Like really hot. Stupid handsome hot in a suit and tie. Nobody looks that good in a suit. And shoulders. SHOULDERS. How the fuck –

“Are you y/n?” he asks casually, crossing his legs and looking at you with one eyebrow quirked.

“How-how did you know?” you stutter, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear.

He leans forward and gives you a grin. “We’re the two best-dressed people in this establishment.”

You look around you and laugh. You definitely were. Two people in formalwear in a place that suggests jeans and sweaters.

“I guess the formal dress would give it away.” You smile at him and he grins back, putting you more at ease.

Stupid handsome guy has a nice smile. Of course he does. Shut up, y/n.

“I’m Jin.” He holds out his hand. 

You shake it, trying to give him a warm smile and not look creepy or freaked out. “Y/n, but I see you already know that.” 

“I hear we’re going to an event? What kind of event?”

You fold your hands in front of you to stop them from fidgeting. “I will tell you, but you can’t laugh.”

He leans forward even more, resting his face in his palm. “Ooo, this sounds interesting.”

“I’m serious.” You try to pull a serious face and he sits up and folds his hands in front of him too.

“Serious.”

You nod. “Okay. So this event, it’s a publisher’s dinner. Fancy thing. I’m an author, and it’s important. Help’s me keep in contact with my sponsors and donors and team who made my publishing’s possible.”

“What kind of books do you write?” he looks genuinely interested. You hesitate and decide to tell him a half-truth.

“Uh- romance. Romance novels. Real cheesy stuff.”

He nods and you can see him trying to hide his smile. You give him a side-eye. “Shut up.”

He works his jaw and takes a deep breath. Trying to hold his laughter. “I’m not laughing.”

“Yeah, but you want to. I can see it.”

He smiles then, a big one this time. “Hey wait you’re the one who just referred to her own works as, and I quote, ‘real cheesy stuff.’” He makes air quotes with his fingers and you laugh.

“That’s because it is!”

“If you think it’s cheesy, why do you write it?”

You look back down at the table with a smile and swirl the water on your table in a squiggly line. “Because people like cheese, it sells well.”

He laughs. “I bet.”

“So anyway, I can’t exactly show up to this meeting alone. Everyone thinks that I get my ideas from experience… when I do not.” You blush and look down again.

“Because you use your brain.” Says Jin and you look up, surprised at his answer.

This is the first person to know what I mean without teasing me about my lack of a sex life...

“Exactly! Nobody wants to understand that I’m using my own brain and imagination and information that I researched and read instead of personal experience.” You roll your eyes and give him a big smile and he chuckles.

“Because people are idiots and want to think they know everything,” he replies and you nod in confirmation.

He gives you an easy smile. “So a publisher’s party for a cheesy romance novelist who just wants them to stay out of her personal life. Sounds fun.” He stands and offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

You softly place your hand in the crook of his arm. “Well now, don’t I feel fancy.”

He laughs and puts his hand over yours. “If we are playing a fake couple, we better start acting like one, dearest.”

You find yourself turning red again. Damn it easily blushing face stop it. “Of course… honey.”

He grins at you. “That’s the spirit!”  

Together you walk down the street and into the hotel lobby. The desk clerk gestures you on towards the ballroom and you easily are able to find it. Taking a deep breath you place your hand on the door and look at Jin.

“You ready?” He asks, and you nod.

“Let’s do this.”

“You forgot my pet name, pumpkin.”

You roll your eyes and open the door, giving him a sugary sweet smile over your shoulder. “Sorry, babe. Now come along dear, I simply must introduce you to my publisher.”

He grins and wraps his arm around your waist, and you can only pray you can pull this off.

~

You had been at the party for over an hour now, and Jin had been great. Really great. He introduced himself as your boyfriend, and he had been making it really fun as you played pretend. Currently, you were talking to a group of your publishers and sponsors, and Jin was winning them all over with his quick smile, easy charm, bad dad jokes, and of course, his good looks. The conversation had drifted from small talk to your books quickly, and you hated it. You hated when the attention turned back on you, and you hoped nothing too revealing would be said that outed your real writing to Jin.

“And the entirety of chapter 57?! Whoo! I tried some of that out with my husband, and I have no idea how Emilia did it! We only did one of the things mentioned you know, and I’ve never been more exhausted in my life!” chimes in Julia, your publisher, fanning herself with her hand.

“Emilia?” whispers Jin, leaning down to get to your ear. “The main character in one of my books, baby,” you whisper back and Jin nods, straightening up.

“Ah yes, Emilia.” He says louder. “I love her.” You bite back your grin as your publisher coos over him.

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?! You’re such a supportive boyfriend for reading all your books!”

So far, so good. We’re safe.

“Y/n, you do write some of the best erotica I’ve ever read in my life. Where do you learn it all?” asks Marilyn, one of your sponsors, patting your arm gently.

Shit. I jinxed it. So much for hoping nobody brings it up.

Jin chokes on his drink and tries to hide it with a cough, grabbing your arm gently. “Sorry, ladies, gentlemen,” he nods at your publishing team. “I think I’m having a coughing fit. Y/n, sweetie, would you mind stepping out to get some air with me?”

You rub his back in mock sympathy. “Sure, darling. Are you okay?”  

“I just think I need some air, peanut.”

You can’t help your smirk as you show him to the balcony. As soon as you get through the glass doors and they close behind you, Jin doubles over laughing. “You write erotica?! You??”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Hey! That’s mean.”

He leans against the balcony rail and tries to steady himself. “Wait wait wait… sorry, but the lady who writes best-selling erotica… hired an escort?! Oh, my god.”

You sigh and lean against the railing. “Are you done?”

He gasps for air and wipes tears out of the corner of his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I’m good.” He straightens his tux and takes a deep breath. “I’m a professional.”

You roll your eyes. “You sure act like one.”

He smiles at you, but it’s not mean. “You’re easy to be around. This is a fun job. Normally I have to work with a lot more stiff old people.” He makes a face and you laugh.

You both stand in the cold air in silence for a few moments and he takes off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders.

You try to ignore the shiver that does down your spine when his fingers brush your bare arms and look down at it and pick up part of it with your fingers, trying to act like it’s no big deal.

“What is this? Special treatment? I didn’t know I got the deluxe deal! Oh me oh my!”

He scoffs. “I may be an escort, but I’m a gentleman.”

You nod. “Very gentlemanly.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’m so glad you noticed.”

You smile. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?”

He gives you a soft smile. “What? Oh, I’m fine. I’m very warm actually. Steamy. Especially now that I know a little of Julia’s sex life.”

You laugh. “I wish conversations got better than that, but unfortunately, when you write about sex, that’s all anyone ever wants to talk about.”

He nods. “I understand that. When you’re an escort, that’s all everyone wants to talk about too.”

“Wait.. isn’t it your job to talk sex?” you giggle and he nudges you with his elbow. “Usually there’s not that much talking” he winks and you laugh.

“Okay dude, TMI.”

“TMI?! You’re the one who writes erotica! Descriptively!” he cries and you laugh again as he shakes his head.

You are both silent for a few moments before he speaks again. “Okay, but, really, what happens in Chapter 57?”

You feel your lips quirk up in a smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He looks at you incredulously. “You’re going to leave me hanging?”

“Yes, you just laughed at the fact that I write erotica!”

“I was surprised!” He defends, placing his hand over his heart. “You told me you wrote cheesy romance. I feel betrayed.”

You laugh and shove him with your shoulder. “It is a cheesy romance novel…. That just happens to have a lot of smut.”

“I told you about my sex life!” he accuses and crosses his arms, pouting. “I want to know about Chapter 57.”

God, he’s cute when he pouts.

You shrug off his jacket and hand it back to him as you walk away, smirking over your shoulder.

“Then you can buy it online or at a bookstore. It’s called Wildcard. I’ve heard it’s quite popular.” You open the door and gesture him to move. “Now come on, I think you’ve recovered from your choking hazard and I have more people I have to talk to.”

He puts his jacket back on and follows you back out into the decorated ballroom, mumbling about being left on a cliffhanger and what the frick was Chapter 57 and how you’re so mean to him, really princess, you can’t give your favorite escort a brief rundown?

You ignore him and link your arm through his again as you wade back into the room, getting called over almost immediately by your editor, who wants you to meet some more people.

~

At the end of the night, you take him to a secluded hallway in the hotel and pull the money out of your purse, watching him count it as you rub your arm nervously.

“Hey,” you say, and he looks up, raising an eyebrow. “I just, wanted to say, thanks… for saving my ass in there… you really did me a solid by being my date tonight.” You laugh and look away, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Well… you did hire me…” he trails off, tucking the cash into his coat pocket.

You blush. “I know, but still… thanks. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would.”

You flick your eyes to his briefly and he looks around the hall before striding forward and cupping the back of your neck, kissing you.

You gasp in surprise and he easily slips his tongue in. You find yourself clutching at the lapels of his coat as he deepens the kiss, his other hand sliding up the side of your thigh, under your dress.

You pull back and look at him wide-eyed as he slides his hand up towards your panties. “Jin?”

He smirks and continues to slide his hand slowly up. “You overpaid. I thought you didn’t want me all night?”

You feel your cheeks redden, but your gaze can’t leave his face. “I-I just tipped you.”

He licked his lips and pressed them back to yours before kissing his way down your jaw. “I think you wanted a little…taste, baby” he whispered huskily as he nips at your neck.

I should turn away. I should push him off. It was just a tip… but OH what did he just do to my neck?? god, do it again..

You moan softly as he works his way down your neck and cups you through your panties. Your heart pounds against your chest as you choose to ignore your logical mind and do something you’ve never done before…

Oh, what the hell.

…just let it happen.

You spread your legs a little further for him and moan in his ear as he begins to rub you through your panties.

“So wet for me? Already? And here I thought you just hired me as pretty eye candy,” he grins against your neck as you grab his hair, tugging his mouth back to yours, desperate for something, anything.

He slides his fingers under the side of your panties and you bite his lip when he teases his fingers up and down your folds, sliding against your slick.

“Ooo, you’re a feisty one, I see,” he smirks and nips your mouth right back, sliding his fingers slowly against you.

You had never been this turned on in your life, despite having past boyfriends who had tried and a few hookups… but none of them had ever felt this good. Had made you feel this good.

“Jin,” you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. “More.”

“As you wish ma ’lady” he nips harshly at your neck and you yelp, but he quickly lavishes over it with his tongue, soothing as his finger drags your slick to your clitoris and he begins to circle it slowly.

The back of your head hits the hallway wall, exposing more of your neck to Jin’s lips as you have to bite your own hand to stifle your moans when he slips a finger inside you.

He moans against your neck and pulls away from it with a pop, resting his forehead against your own.

“God, y/n, you’re so tight,” he whispers, pumping his finger in and out of you and then adding a second.

You buck your hips against his hand and he beings to curl his fingers up, grazing your sweet spot so deliciously as he begins to make out with you again to soften your moans.

He works you like this for a little while and you start keening, panting his name into his mouth while your hands clutch at his hair and shoulders to keep your balance standing up.

It’s all so much, too much, for someone who hasn’t been touched like this in years, and you find yourself burying your face into his chest when he presses his thumb to your clit with just the right amount of pressure and you come hard over his fingers, moaning his name.

He works you through your orgasm and as you come down you blush red again, realizing that you just let an escort, that you paid for, get you off in a back hotel hallway.

You hide in his shirt a few moments longer, trying to breathe until he gently pushes you off his chest and slides his fingers out from your underwear. You pull back, your hands still on his shoulders and he smirks seductively as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks, making you blush harder.

He then shoves that hand in his pocket and backs away from you, giving you a two-fingered salute with his other hand.

“See you around, y/n. That was fun.”

He winks and turns, strolling out of the hotel doors, leaving you open-mouthed, panting, and wondering why that had been the best orgasm you’d ever had.

~~

Part 2 

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and the hounds bay for blood

Seating himself on the edge of the table and flipping through Mammon’s reports, he said quietly, “Another body was found. They had taken one of Bronco’s servants; dumped her body at the edge of the property when they had finished with her. He’s furious, and the kid is now calling for blood.”

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, death, torture, bad language

Pairings: NIL

Prompt: Write a story about a cult - by @short-story-slam

“Boss, here are the intelligence reports,” said Mammon as they floated into the study.

“Toss them there,” Xanxus replied, jerking his head toward the edge of the desk as he continued to flip through the stack of assignments he had to delegate.

As Mammon placed the reports down, a loud bang shattered the silence.

“Voooiiii!” yelled Squalo as he kicked open the door. “The Sawada-brat wants us to move up the Mutilator case!”

A glass of whiskey hit the Varia strategy captain’s head. The amber liquid ran down his face and silver hair as he shook the pieces of glass off himself.

“Vooii! What was that for shitty boss?!”

“You’re too fucking loud that’s what,” growled Xanxus, as he looked up from the papers, eyes glowing in the dim light of the room.

Mammon used the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. They had no intention of drawing their boss’ ire onto themself. Squalo simply huffed and shut the door with considerably less fanfare than his entrance.

Seating himself on the edge of the table and flipping through Mammon’s reports, he said quietly, “Another body was found. They had taken one of Bronco’s servants; dumped her body at the edge of the property when they had finished with her. He’s furious, and kid is now calling for blood.”

Xanxus murmured, “Finally started growing a spine huh.”

Squalo draped his wet locks over his shoulder to prevent them from dripping onto the papers.

“Vooii, Mammon’s located the Mutilator’s killing grounds. They covered their tracks pretty well, but didn’t bother to clean up their mess, the fucking amateurs.”

He frowned before continuing, “But Mammon thinks that the Mutilator is more likely to be part of a cult than a branch of an enemy famiglia or a freelancer, judging from the mess and the type of killings. The first couple of victims were civvies; wrong place, wrong time. They all turned up clean.”

Xanxus straightened and looked his second in his eye. “So they were idiots who unknowingly took one of Bronco’s. The horse can fucking handle his own. What’s got the small trash all worked up?”

The strategy captain pursed his lips. There was no nice way to put it.

“The victims were all children, ages 4-16. Their throats were slit and bodies drained of blood, after which, the wound was stitched up with black thread. Whoever did that also crudely removed their eyes from the sockets. One of their eyeballs were stuffed into their mouths while others could not be located, probably kept by the killers as a trophy of some sort.”

As Squalo provided the gruesome details, the air grew heavier as Wrath filled the air. For all that the Varia were assassins, they didn’t take lives for the fun of it, and certainly not of those who couldn’t even defend themselves.

“How soon can we move?” Xanxus cut Squalo off.

The commander let his lips curl into his shark-like grin. “Vooii, when you say the word, Boss.”

At 10pm, the two Varia members exited the vehicle concealed by Mist flames. Xanxus stared up at Monte Guastanella. The tourist spot was now deserted, a combination of the late-night and the Mist flame barrier that had been erected around the perimeter.

“Let’s go,” he growled.

Squalo fell into step beside Xanxus. The duo picked their way through the underbrush, keeping the disturbance to the area minimum. They hardly wanted some dumb civvie following their trail in the morning and finding the killing grounds. They were going to ensure no one else left the place to tell the tale.

Following the trail Mammon’s team had laid for them during the scouting, they stealthily made their way deep into the heart of the mountain. The marks led them through deep caverns, almost invisible fissures in the walls, and through tunnels so small they had to belly-crawl their way to the end.

Their persistence paid off. As the pair pulled themselves through the final tunnel, they found themselves on a narrow ledge hidden high above and deep in the shadows of the cave that yawned down underneath them. Wood torches were fixed into all protruding features of the cavern, and they threw flickering light onto three crucial details.

The group of red robed men and women huddled together in the centre. An unmoving figure draped over what appeared to be an alter with a basin. And a pool of deep red in a shallow depression a few feet below said alter.

Squalo hissed through his teeth. They hadn’t accounted for a hostage. Though that only changed things if the person was even still alive. Meanwhile, Xanxus watched the robed figures. They seemed to be getting agitated, murmuring and shifting uneasily.

“High Priest,” a man pleaded, the sound carrying easily to where the Varia assassins were concealed. “Please! Please spare my daughter, I beg of you.”

“Follower of Efyhnd,” the sole man with a gold trim on his red robe reprimanded. “Do you not believe in committing all for the Great One? That it is both you and your daughter’s duties to serve Efyhnd in all your capacity? Then why do you shy away when it is called upon you?”

“But she is my daughter!” he sobbed. “My Lily!”

The crowd’s muttering grew louder. If one of their numbers could be taken, what was to say they couldn’t be next?

The High Priest eyed the spineless heap in front of him. Sighing, he shook his head and ordered for the disbeliever to be taken outside and dealt with. As the hysterical father was carried kicking and screaming out of the chamber, the High Priest turned to the rest of the congregation.

“Any more objections?”

The remaining members quietened immediately. They did not want to meet the same fate.

Xanxus watched the proceedings and darkly determined that none of the lunatics below were of any threat to them. The two who had dragged the father outside could be hunted down after they took care of the main group. Not like they could escape through the Mist barrier.

But as Squalo unsheathed his sword, a sixth sense warned him that he was missing something. Pausing, he stretched a thin layer of his flames along the edges of the walls. Bingo. Hidden in the shadows behind the alter was a source leaking flickering Sky flames.

“Boss,” he whispered urgently.

Xanxus grunted and stood to leap into the crowd below.

“Vooii, Boss!” he insisted, grabbing the back of Xanxus’ coat to prevent him from moving.

“What?” Xanxus snarled, spinning and wrenching his coat out of his second’s grip.

“Sky flames,” was all Squalo said.

Xanxus stiffened. Within seconds, he too located the source. The men looked at each other with a grim understanding. Either Mammon had fucked up and assumed the group was not mafia (impossible, they were the best) or they had to clean house. That meant no one holding the perimeter outside could be trusted until they had confirmed it, and that an enemy famiglia might be on the way, if they were not already surrounded. They were in the dark.

But even as Squalo and Xanxus assimilated the new information and revised their plans, the ritual had already begun.

“O magni unum, accipere nostra. Quae viderunt oculi tui ad nos in vita.”

A piercing scream echoed throughout the cavern.

The Varia members turned instinctively.

The body on the alter was being held up by two hooded figures in the red robes of the congregation. Strips of white cloth wrapped around the thin body, preventing any movement, while a long thin chain wrapped around the ankles and led to a hook beneath the alter.

The High Priest had dug his fingers into the child’s right eye - for it was a young girl, no older than 5 - and was slowly pulling the eyeball out of its socket as the kid struggled weakly, all the while shrieking in pain.

Squalo moaned and let his hair fall over his face. Xanxus was as rigid as a statue, wide red eyes unable to look away from the scene.

The High Priest raised a ceremonial gold knife and sliced through the optic nerve, dropping the detached eyeball into the basin at the edge of the alter. The child fell limp. The sudden silence pressed against them with a weight the screaming couldn’t match.

The chanting resumed. “Nos te sanguis animarum pauperum - ”

The Varia boss started shaking. His Flames of Wrath bloomed in the air like the flowers in spring. He drew his X-guns.

“Change of plans,” he spat. “I’ll get the kid, and you kill the Sky scum.”

“ - et innocentium fortiter capta.”

Xanxus leapt into the air and propelled himself forward using a blast of flames from one of his X-guns, even as he raised the other and fired a single shot of Wrath aimed straight through the skull of the High Priest.

But for all his aim was true, he was still too late.

The High Priest slashed the throat of the girl as she was held over the basin before the Dying Will bullet smashed into him, obliterating his head. The hooded figures released the bleeding body of the child in shock, which fell to the ground and rolled off the alter to swing gently from the chain even as blood gushed into the pool of red below.

The headless body of the priest tipped backwards and fell meters to land in front of the congregation with a sickening crunch.

Squalo had leapt into action right behind his boss, aiming for the Sky. As he heard Xanxus’ wordless cry of rage, he knew with cold certainty that the child was dead. Behind him, Wrath incinerated all those witness to the mindless slaughter. Anger steeling his body, the strategy captain descended upon his enemy like an avenging angel of death.

His sword descended in a swing that would cleave the Sky in half. At the last second he screeched to a halt, flooding the area with his flames, the Tranquility slowing the blade to a stop just as it grazed the Sky’s skin.

Before Squalo, the Tenth boss of Vongola stared through him with drugged, unseeing eyes, his body bound in a manner similar to the child sacrificed before him.

“Fucking hell!” Squalo swore. “Voooiii, for all the love of - ”

He sighed and ran an exasperated hand through his hair. He should’ve known. The baby boss had terrible luck. It was just like him to get captured and end up almost being sacrificed by the very idiots he’d sent the Varia to kill. What the fuck were his useless Guardians doing?

“Vooiiii!”

Xanxus turned to see his second walking towards him with a body thrown over his shoulder. Squalo whistled in admiration of the destruction. There was the rage that had made him pledge himself to Xanxus. At his boss’ unimpressed look, Squalo snorted.

“The fucking Sawada-brat got himself captured.”

Xanxus stared incredulously at the unconscious kid before bursting into laughter.

Spinning toward the exit, he sneered, “What fucking trash! Let’s go return the idiot to his handlers. The scum can handle the rest.”

On the other side of the barrier, Efyhnd paced slowly, claws digging deep furrows into the blood-soaked earth. The sets of three eyes burning with hellfire stared through the pool of blood and watched the child’s body drip before it was taken down by humans dressed in different clothes. 

As the window of the weakened barrier passed without the final sacrifice being made, the great black mastiff raised its three slobbering heads and howled. The sound like the screams of thousands of tortured souls rang throughout the scorching plains. And in answer, hundreds of misshapen beasts screamed and shrieked their rage.

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Puerto Rico from somebody on the ground, UPDATES

I've had many people in the US ask me how they can help, and I'll be honest that I haven't had the time to sit down and properly think about it (doesn't help that I have access to information on the internet for approx 15 minutes every day), but now I'm going to throw this out there. It's going to be long. Firstly, you need to understand the situation. Our infrastructure is destroyed. We have no power, in fact, the 4% of San Juan that managed to get electricity back lost it again. Last I read only 45% of the island had clean water services. This isn't just a lack of food and water. In case you hadn't heard, we're also approximately $72 billion in debt, and this hurricane is estimated to have cost over $30 billion in damages. You can send all the food and bottled water you want, and by all means please continue to do so because we are short on those, but there's also a huge distribution problem. Many supermarkets have not been able to open again because of structural damage. People are making lines for hours to be able to get into the few that are operational again. Gas stations? 80% were supposed to open again by Tuesday, September 26, yet people are still making literally 8+ hour lines (this is not an exaggeration) in the HOPES that they will be allowed to get some fuel. Many banks are only dispensing cash, which is vital because the vast majority of establishments can only accept cash at the moment, and the lines for the atms also can take hours. People have 5am to 7pm to be able to do all these things in one day because of curfew. Some hospitals are running out of diesel already, meaning that their back up generators are shutting down, so all those patients are being transferred to government hospitals that were already understaffed and understocked BEFORE Maria. To recap, in San Juan, where conditions are better, people are wholly dependent on cash to buy basic necessities, people have no power, in many cases no water, no communication with the outside world or the rest of Puerto Rico, no gasoline to get around, barely any places to get food, and entire hospitals are being evacuated. Literal boatloads of supplies are sitting in ports because the government can't distribute them, and some ships are just sitting there with their cargo. It's much worse outside of San Juan. Entire towns have no working gas stations, no hospitals, no running water, and no operational supermarkets (on top of no power or communication). Maria destroyed the vast majority of our crops. Many of these towns were also hit the hardest by the hurricane and saw thousands of families completely lose their homes. Now back to the distribution problem: you can send tons of food and articles of basic necessity, but if the government is having a hard time distributing them in the metropolitan area, it's literally downright impossible to get them to some of these towns. But what about the aid that has already been sent? Not enough. We need more resources, personnel, money, everything. Many of the rescue personnel and federal authorities already here came weeks ago because of Irma's devastation in other Caribbean islands and can't focus entirely on the disaster in Puerto Rico. Like I said earlier, distribution and mobilization is one of the key problems. I go around San Juan and don't see any of the people that came to help. Entire towns elsewhere in the island have not seen a single paramedic, soldier, or FEMA worker. The only places I've seen them are in the hotels they're staying at, so there's clearly a massive problem with mobilization. American politicians? I've seen some pay lip service to the plight of Puerto Rico, but not a single package or proposal. Local officials had to beg Congress to notice what was happening. President Trump was kind enough to give $1 million of his vast fortune to efforts in Houston (notice the sarcasm), yet he hasn't offered a single penny to efforts to rebuild Puerto Rico. He thought that criticizing NFL players exercising their right of free speech was more important.

OCTOBER 6TH UPDATE

I’ve been struggling with this update for a while because it’s almost been a week since the last and, well, a lot has both happened and not happened.

So Trump’s visit. It was what we were all expecting, despite the tiny flicker of hope that he would suddenly see the light and mobilize to help us. Trump held a press conference that didn’t allow any local reporters to ask questions, just the approved group that had travelled with him, because in true facist fashion Trump wanted to control the narrative and not face any hard hitting questions. He was taken to a wealthy area, where he visited one family and then was taken to a wealthy church for some basket paper towel games. He minimized our suffering and devastation by saying this wasn’t a disaster like Katrina (nevermind that the 3 Star General in the island has already compared the situation to Katrina and says this is worse than anything he has ever seen), praised the federal response, took a picture with a bunch of sell out local politicians, and then boarded his plane one hour before schedule to take off.

Trump came almost two weeks after Maria destroyed us. He was scheduled to be here for 5 hours and spent 4. Of those four hours, he spent 17 minutes talking to local officials about what we needed and the status of the situation. 17 minutes. He also just made fun of us in a press conference by imitating the Puerto Rican accent on camera and then outright laughing, but hey, he already told the island to go fuck itself and get over ourselves ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This piece explains how FEMA is already trying to bury updates about Puerto Rico and make people think they/Trump are doing a spectacular job

Moving on……

Things where I’m staying are getting better. My brother’s apartment has electricity again because he lives next to many hotels currently housing feds as well as the airport. The supermarket next door is open and has mostly non-perishable foods, lines to get in are about 1 to 1.5 hours. There’s also a few fast food joints open nearby. Overall, things are pretty good where I live, but at this point that means having water + electricity and access to some food. That’s what’s considered the good life right now in Puerto Rico, and it’s a luxury available to less than 10% of the island, two and a half weeks after the hurricane. Do NOT let the media fool you. Whatever pictures and videos you see of people going back to their normal lives is extremely misleading and likely taken in wealthy areas of San Juan. We’re still going through a humanitarian crisis, and millions are still in dire circumstances that have not changed since the hurricane hit.

The federal response continues to be underwhelming. They’ve been air dropping aid to cut off towns, but the pictures I’ve seen of this aid are often zip lock bags with one pack of cookies, one can of sausages, one Mots and a granola bar. These are the so called “care packages.”

I was watching a local news show and they interviewed the woman in charge of the reserves in the island (90% of which are Puerto Ricans that were already here btw). She outright admitted that the federal response has been slow and they’re not satisfied with what they’ve been doing, but that they’re working to do better. The show was Jay Fonseca’s October 5th 10pm program, in case anybody wants to hunt down the clip. I believe her, but I don’t have much faith in her superiors acting quickly.

Statistics time:

- That death toll of 16 people is utter garbage. The same day that Trump went on about our measly 16 people death toll, the official number was updated to 34. A few days after we finally got information from towns in the western side of the island and they reported at least 200 deaths just in that zone. Many hospitals are still processing their numbers, and people continue to bury loved ones in backyards.

- About 90% of the island is still without power, those with electricity are for the most part in the wealthier pockets of the metropolitan area. Even those areas still suffer from power outages that can last up to days at a time.

- About half the island still without water.

- Most of the hospitals are running, but many depend on generators that run on diesel and we still have a diesel crisis. Some are barely functional, as in doctors are performing surgeries with iPhone flashlights. 

- The big international airport is running 24 hours now and there’s less hysteria, but people are being told to get there four hours early and many still get their flights cancelled at the last minute. Some airlines are capping their prices at low prices under $100, but I don’t think that’s going to last for much longer. Cruise ships have started charging again to get people out.

- As of October 3rd FEMA had yet to authorize full disaster help, which Texas got 10 days after Harvey

Fundraisers to donate to:

ComPRometidos - In my opinion the best big fundraiser to donate to, they’re doing a lot of work to also rebuild infrastructure and help long term recovery

Jane Stern Dorado Community - Helps a local library in Dorado that is also acting as a relief center, this fund is run by a friend of mine I trust immensely.

CMU Student’s Humanitarian Mission - Also run by somebody I know and trust, she’s using connections to charter a private jet that takes supplies to the island and brings back elderly/people in need of hospital care to the states.

General Reminders:

- Please, PLEASE call your Congresspeople, ask for the Jones Act to be removed, ask for debt relief so that we don’t have to prioritize paying back Wall Street, FOR GOD’S SAKE SEND MORE HELP TO REBUILD OUR INFRASTRUCTURE ASAP

- Petition to remove Jones Act 

#Puerto Rico #Maria #Hurricane Maria

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To Own A Hybrid

pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU 

Summary: the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. 

Word count: 5k +

A/N: I'VE NEVER DONE A HYBRID AU OR ANYTHING HYBRID BEFORE LIKE EVER SO PLEASE LIKE IT CAUSE I TRIED MA HARDEST OH LORD JESUS!

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 - P14

“y/n!”

You suddenly fell off of your elbow that you were happily sleeping against; only to have it replaced with the hard metal table in front of you.

“go home” your co-worker jimin laughed as he checked his wristwatch. Jimin was always the last one to leave; he was responsible and hard-working and extremely handsome.

It had been 13 hours since the two of you had walked through the office doors, yet you sat with messed up hair, oily and ruined makeup and crinkled clothes, whereas his crispy black button up was still neatly tucked into his pants and his jet-black hair still perfectly placed.

You sighed before saving your work and packing up.

The office was silent and dark; the occasional snores from your fellow workers who were doing a night-shift filled the office. One of them caught your eye.

“doesn’t he have a hybrid at home?” you asked softly as you observed his lanky figure was sprawled between his chair and his desk.

“who, Namjoon? Yer he has two actually” Jimin answered as he turned to face Namjoon as well.

“would you ever get a hybrid?” you asked him as you turned to face him. He put his fist underneath his chin as he thought about it.

“I don’t know…maybe. But hybrids are a tricky thing to get involved in” he sighed as he shook his head.

You nodded your head in agreement. Hybrids weren’t in a good situation right now. A lot of them were being sold for slavery or prostitution. And then there were the rich owners, who treated their hybrids like trophies…it was disgusting.

There were multiple laws against hybrids basically having normal human rights, but of course, they aren’t counted as human. You scoffed at the thought and decided that you should start heading home.

As you waved goodbye to Jimin you quickly checked the time. 10pm, okay, hopefully, something other than Macdonalds was open. You made a quick plan to go check the streets and then return to your car and drive home.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t get a hybrid if you wanted to. You had a great job working for a great boss and were surrounded by great co-workers; it’s just you were kind of uncomfortable with the idea.

Did you treat them like a pet? What do need? Are there special requirement? Do they get sick like humans get sick?

It was all extremely confusing to you, especially the rules, jesus Christ those fucking rules.

As you walked along the sidewalk, you were surprised to see a lot of places open. Around here, places usually close early…unless something special is happening…of course, how could you forget.

It was November 1st which meant new hybrids were being imported. You tried to strain your ears to hear the usual protestors and were shocked at how loud they were.

A smile came onto your face as you stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath in. some people are lovely owners and have adopted as many hybrids as they can, this thought was the one that let you have faith in humanity.

You approached the Chinese shop excitedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on some damn food.

“You filthy pest! Do as I say!”

Aw shit…walk away y/n, don’t get involved.

The sounds got louder as you moved closer to the store that was right next to an alleyway.

Don’t look y/n. keep walking.

“You belong to me! Do as I say!”

You stopped suddenly. Right at the entrance of the alleyway. Fuck it.

“what the fuck are you doing!?” you yelled as you turned towards them. You gasped in shock as you saw the hybrid on the floor, clutching his stomach as the human hit him with a cane, a collar and leesh in his other hand.

You had heard about these situations, people called them hybrid stealers.

Hybrids were either bought for prostitution or stolen for prostitution…

“stay out of this little girl” the woman hissed at you as she stabbed her heel into his stomach causing him to yell out in pain.

“HEY!” you yelled stepping forward quickly; worry had filled your entire body when you noticed how much blood was currently not in his body.

you needed to get him help, and quickly.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to call hybrid protective services “hello! Yes im reporting an abusive owner, hers name Alissa Thompson” you said spotting her name tag

“shit!” she exclaimed angrily before running away. you continued to fake talk into the phone until she was fully out of earshot.

After being sure she was gone you quickly ran to the hybrid, panic quickly entering your system as you watched his head drop to the floor.

“hey! oh my god! Hey, please stay alive!” you rambled as you bent down to his level, as you reached out to touch him, his arm quickly came up, scratching you across your hand.

You hissed in pain as you retracted your hand quickly; as blood started peeking out from your skin you wiped it against your top and took a deep breath.

“look. You need help, if I don’t help you, you’ll bleed out on the street and die” you stated firmly at the stubborn hybrid. He hissed but this time when you reached for him, he let you help.

His body was cold and heavy, but you tried your best to drag him towards your car. If you held him to tight, or carelessly handled him he would hiss lowly at you or attempt to free himself from your grip.

Small beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead as you continued to drag him towards your car.

“okay, we're almost there” you panted to yourself more than him.

Your footsteps grew heavy and the sound of them repeatedly hitting the ground beneath you gave you a heart attack.

Carefully, you heaved the injured boy into your front seat, silently praying as he continuously groaned in pain.

“don’t…t-take me to a h-hospital” he blurted out as you fumbled around with your seat belt. Ignoring his request, you started the car with the hospital in mind as your final destination.

You couldn’t help him, you didn’t have the medical skills or appliances.

He hissed and groaned as blood poured out of his body with each breath. “I’m sure this doesn’t help but hang on” you said hesitantly trying to comfort him.

As you pulled into the hospitals driveway you heard him grunt in annoyance as he reached for the door, trying to escape.

You quickly jumped out of the car and locked him inside, the only way to unlock it was on your side of the car. In this condition, you doubted he would be able to reach it. Deeming it was safe to leave him for a couple of minutes you rushed into the hospital, blood covering your body.

You slammed your hands on the front desk loudly attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

“I NEED HELP!”

------

“y/n”

You head wiped around quickly as your heart continued to beat at a fast-paced.

Your head hadn’t stopped spinning since you entered the building and your heart hadn’t stopped pounding since you retrieved the hybrid. Sweat covered your hands and forehead…correction, sweat covered your entire body and you were positive you looked like a drug addict the other people in the waiting room.

You quickly scanned her eyes for a ‘sorry he didn’t make it’ but instead was met with a clipboard and a pen.

“is he your hybrid?” the nurse asked softly, smiling brightly.

You tensed up before nodding your head slowly. Shit, what if he has an owner? What if doesn’t?

“and how long have you had him?” she asked as she scribbled away.

“not that long, almost seems like 30 minutes” you joked as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips. She didn’t seem to notice anything odd, to which you sighed in relief.

“oh! Well if he’s new I’m guessing you don’t have insurance for him yet, would you like to set that up now? We can do that here if you like, just so you don’t have to go all the way down to the hybrid center” she chirped, her mood changing suddenly.

What the fuck is hybrid center? Where the fuck is a hybrid center? Insurance? Am I buying a car? What the fuck.

“what would I have to fill out?” you asked concerned. You didn’t know his name, his date of birth, or even what kind of hybrid he was. You could tell he was a cat hybrid but you’ve heard that they're experimenting with different types these days.

“not much. Just your name and address, we’ll make up his system number and just make up a nickname. It’s just in case he gets in trouble or lost, maybe he’s hurt but you’re not present; ya know that stuff.” She answered.

“okay, yer” you nodded as she walked back and the documents.

A nickname…hmmm.

Your eyes moved across the hospitals waiting room, scouting for anything that would trigger your creativity side.

A small boy with bright green eyes sat on a stool happily, he swung his legs back and forth as he held the chocolate chip cookie in his hands as if it was the last one on the planet.

That’s it! Kookie…with a K cause your cool like that.

As you fill in the insurance document you doubted it every second. You had no idea what you were stepping into or what kind of situation the hybrid was in. you could tell by the hisses that he clearly wanted nothing to do with him so all you could do was hope this was right.

-----

Three’s hours later and your eyes were drooping. The cold air kept picking at your exposed skin and your work blouse was useless for warmth.

“hes ready” the nurse said as she jogged up to you happily.

If you weren’t as shocked to see that her hair was still perfectly curled and her smile was still as bright as before you would have fully reciprocated what she had said.

Finally realising that she was telling you he was alive and ready for you to see him you stumbled out of your seat.

As she led you towards his room door you started getting nervous. You had so many questions and so little knowledge and answers on this whole situation.

The nurse gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile before she let you to face your hybrid companion alone.

You slowly opened the door, only enough for you to peek your head into the dull room.

As your vision set on the boy your eyes slowly traced over the marks on his back. They were old but not old enough to fade. You furrowed your brows in worry and confusion before fully entering and closing the door behind you.

“don’t you know how to knock” he hissed as he turned to face you pulling his hospital gown further up his body.

“sorry” you shrugged nonchalantly as you looked around the hospital room.

“how are you feeling? The nurse said you should be able to leave tonight” you said after a moment of awkward silence.

His eyes narrowed at you as you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“why do you even care?” he asked as his ears flattened on top of his head.

“w-well I was just wondering where you would be going? It’s getting really cold” you questioned as you took a seat next to his bed.

The chair was uncomfortable but your legs were falling asleep and your body was running out of energy.

“you don’t need to know” he replied bluntly, his cold eyes never leaving yours.

“okay…can I at least know your name? mines Y/N” you asked trying to find out more about the boy whose blood currently resonates in your car.

“you don’t need to know” he repeated.

Annoyance started filling your body at the hybrids attitude. You had successfully brought him to the hospital and they had saved his life, he would now be able to see another sunrise.

“well are you going to be alright? Do have money? A safe place to go? Is lady going to come back for you?” you asked, your voice was edgy and harsh.

You didn’t mean to be, but it was late and he was starting to annoy you.

He hissed in reply causing you to sigh/groan loudly as you flailed your arms in the air.

“fine. That’s fine” you said as you hoped up on your feet and wiped out a notepad.

You angrily wrote on the piece of paper before placing it down on the side table next to you.

“this is my address and this is my phone number. I’m on floor 5 but you have to go up some steps to the second level to find my apartment. If you need a place to sleep or you need some food feel free to come visit, there’s a key under the mat” you stated seriously before giving him one last nod and removing yourself from his room.

You felt a pang of guilt and a string of worry as you walked towards your car.

maybe you should have stayed with him…or at least watched him leave…or…

you let out a sigh as you rested your head against your steering wheel. All you needed right now was a hot shower and to forget about your encounter with the troubled hybrid.

---

Sun shone through the peep of your curtains as you heard soft chirps of a bird outside your window.

You were drained. Your body felt numb and your mind was blank, too tired to process any thought due to yesterdays excessive overload.

Hybrids…

You knew little to nothing about them…

Memories of the boy's hostile looks and cold glares sent shivers down your spine. The scars on his back still present in your mind as you tried to wrap your head around what caused him to be like this.

Thank Jesus you started work at 1pm today, you didn’t think it was possible not to have the energy to even lift a finger.

Kookie…wonder where he is now

-----

The laptop had multiple tabs open and your hand was stuck in your second box of cereal for the day.

You knew it was a bad idea but you just wanted to know a little bit more about the hybrid world…however, you didn’t expect to fall into a complete rabbit hole and be sucked into documentary’s, protest videos and law enforcement.

A small hot tear ran down your face as you watched nurses tend to small hybrid children who had been abused.

There was a particular feeling that started welling up in your chest. The one where you wanted to help, but you didn’t know how.

Your eyes instinctively welled up as the images of crying hybrids filled your screen. You shut the laptop harshly before taking a deep breath.

Why were you doing this to yourself?

You didn’t own a hybrid? You were sure you didn’t want one…well…

Shaking off thoughts of anything hybrid-related you decided to get some more shut-eye before your shift at work. It was only a small shift 1pm to 4pm but you knew those three hours would be an insane mess.

---

As you strolled through the office's front area you smiled at the same front desk girls who were always in some sort of hushed gossip session.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.

Weird.

Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.

Weird.

Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“hear what?” you asked intrigued about what they were going to tell you.

“the protestors managed to stop the importing of hybrids since most of them are sold to prostitution they managed to shut it down. The police have already arrested several hybrid trafficking rings and the hybrids have been sent to hybrid foster care and adoption centers! Isn’t that great!” the other one finished.

A small smile covered your face as you nodded excitedly, your mind flicking to the injured hybrid you had met not that long ago.

“also, Namjoon was one of them! He even chased down a ringleader! Isn’t he just amazing!” the last one swooned as she brought her hand to her forehead dramatically.

You giggled softly giving another nod in agreement before saying our goodbyes and making your way up to the 5th floor.

You knew namjoon was an advocate for hybrids but you didn’t know he was that intense.

a new layer of respect had been developed for your hybrid loving co-worker and you made sure to remember to ask him more on the subject.

As you strolled into your office you made sure to smile at fellow co-workers on their way out from the morning shift.

“Y/n! looks like we're on the same shift again” jimin smiled as you took your seat.

“when are we not?” you asked with a smile before turning to your computer, trying to begin your work. However, as your eyes dragged over to namjoon, you found it harder and harder to get started.

Questions flooded your mind and you knew he would have some answers.

After bashing your keyboard for a good hour, you decided the suspense was getting to you.

Standing up abruptly you tried to think of ways to approach him.

It's not like the two of you hadn’t spoken before, you knew him fairly well actually. The two of you had been in the same university class. However, your relationship had been based on school and work, never really going beyond that.

“Y/n? what are you doing?” jimin asked in confusion as he stared up at you.

Your mouth opened as you gaped at him like a fish out of water. You had been standing there for a solid minute just staring at namjoon’s back, you realise how creepy that would seem.

“i-i-im…I’ll be back” you said before scurrying off in namjoon’s direction, dragging your chair behind you.

You quickly pulled the chair in front of you as you drew close to him, gathering his attention.

As his eyes met yours a big goofy smile graced his face.

“Hey y/n, what’s up? Haven’t spoken to you in a while” he said as you shuffled closer, joining him at his desk.

Your eyes drifted down to his hand. It had been wrapped up tightly but the splash of red colour spilling through the crisp white was still prominent.

“Congratulations, you’re now a hero amongst the front desk ladies” you joked, sending him a playful wink.

He laughed uncomfortably before scratching the back of his head.

“they whistled at me this morning… is that what getting catcalled is like?” he asked making you laugh at the poor boy’s awkwardness.

“it’s good that there are people like you willing to fight as hard as you did for hybrids, lord knows they need it” you said. He nodded his head in agreement before searching your eyes cautiously.

“did you just buy a hybrid?” he asked intrigued as he tilted his head sideways.

“oh no! well…sort of? Not really i-its complicated? To be honest I have no idea. But I do need your expert advice” you blurted out as your eyes wondered around nervously.

He smiled warmly before leaning backward. “ask away” he stated.

“okay, it's kind of a long story….not really actually it’s a really short story and I kinda feel bad cause I feel like I should have done more but I don’t know and he just really confused me but he clearly didn’t wa-“ you started to ramble only to have a chuckling namjoon stop you.

“okay, how about we just start from the beginning, just tell me what happened” he asked nicely.

“I found an injured hybrid and took him to the hospital. He was extremely cold and hostile and I got insurance for him but I don’t know if I should have done that. What if he has an owner? Does that mean he's my hybrid now? He was on the street so I assumed he had nowhere to stay but whenever I asked him a question he would just brush me off; I guess I let my temper get the better of me and ended up leaving my address and number with him…but I don’t know maybe I should have pushed more?” you asked worriedly.

“where did you find him?” he asked in deep thought.

“in an alleyway, he was getting beaten by this bitch” you said, anger coursing through your veins at the memory.

“this could be because of a lot of things, however, if you were able to get insurance for him it means the system didn’t pick him up so he probably doesn’t have an owner. But this is good, now he can’t get snatched by stray catchers” he explained.

Your silence and lip bite told namjoon all he needed to know before he continued.

“stray catches roam the streets looking for hybrids without owners, usually a hybrid will not part from its owner unless the owner has maybe sent them to get something or they are too busy to accompany their hybrid” he answered your unspoken question.

“so…I didn’t do a completely bad thing?” you squeaked with hope watching as namjoon chuckled, fondness and understanding oozing from his voice.

“you did good kid” he assured happily.

---

The day was going past quickly, you had successfully created a new game and finished your presentation ready for the next week.

You could have left an hour ago as that’s when you shift ended but you decided against it, figuring if you completed everything now, you can have a day off.

You silently whooped as you closed down your computer but you happy dance didn’t go unnoticed.

“day off tomorrow I'm guessing?” jimin asked tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“yep! I'm going to do absolutely nothing ughhh I can’t wait to jus-“

Ring, ring

You looked down at your phone in confusion. An unknown number….weird

“hello?” you asked hesitantly as you pressed the phone against your ear.

“hell is this y/n y/l/n?”

“yes, this is she; sorry who’s this?” you asked.

“hi my names jaebum, I work at the police station. We have your hybrid here, err kookie? We were just wondering if you were able to come down and get him” he stated.

Your mouth dropped in shock before you cleared your throat.

“y-yer I’ll be there in a second” you answered.

----

You were for some reason nervous. You didn’t know if it was because you had never stepped foot in a police station before or if it was because you were here to collect a hybrid that continuously hissed at you.

“miss y/n? its me jaebum, I talked to you on the phone” the man questioned as you looked around the station like a lost puppy.

“yer! Err..sorry but what exactly happened? How did he end up here?” you asked.

“he was found by stray catchers since he wasn’t wearing a collar. But a least it wasn’t an actually felony this time am I right?” he laughed light heartily as you stared at him in confusion.

“this time?” you asked.

“vandalism, hissing at strangers, running away from owners. You name it, the boys done it all” he said as he guided you to where kookie was being held.

Your heart stung a little bit as you wondered what the hell this hybrid has gone through and why he acted the way he did.

“Alright, time for you to home kitten” jaebum smiled at kookie who sat on the cell floor with his back away from the bars.

The hybrid got up slowly before turning around with that cold glare you missed ever so much.

His eyes widened as he saw you before returning to their usual position.

“alright! Is that it? Do I have to sign anything?” you asked as jaebum opened the door, letting kookie walk out.

Jaebums eyes were glued on the hybrid but faltered and landed on someone behind him.

“the mutt finally got adopted?”

You turned around and watched as an older man walked up slowly, looking you up and down before standing next jaebum.

“Excuse you?” you asked shocked at the way he had addressed your hybrid…friend?

“watch out, this piece of shit is a lot of work” he laughed loudly.

Kookie let out a low hiss as the older man continued to laugh loudly. Jaebum was clearly uncomfortable but the man looked like a higher up, someone jaebum clearly couldn’t talk loudly too.

“did you find him on the street? Aw honey, you probably should have left him there” he said holding his round belly as he let out another roar of laughter.

“how fucking dare you” you said narrowing your eyes at him.

He seemed shocked by your comment as his laughter came to a sudden halt.

“what did you say?” he asked confused.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t realise old age was already affecting your hearing!” you exclaimed “I said HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! You’re the piece of shit here, not him. Who the fuck are you to acknowledge him like that! If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed you were a pig hybrid you stuck up bitch! and what kind of human being leaves another human being on the street to die! God! People like you are what’s wrong with the world! IYou yelled at him. Leaving everyone in the station in shock.

“we're leaving!” you said before giving kookie a friendly slap on the chest as you walked by, one that said ‘you better follow me’ but nicely.

As you stormed out of the police station and to your car you mumbled angrily to yourself about how mankind has gone to shits and you hate everyone and everything.

“so where are we going now?”

As you fumbled with your keys you looked up to see kookie standing on the passenger’s side with his arms crossed and his ears perked up.

You looked at him shocked to see that he followed you.

clearly seeing your shock, he growled before narrowing his eyes again.

“if you didn’t want me to follow you, you should- “he started but you quickly cut him off.

“were going home, duh” you said as you opened your car and got in, not giving him any time to snap back or glare at you once more.

He opened the car door cautiously before slowly getting in, looking around in awe.

“you don’t remember what it looks like?” you asked him curiously as you watched him carefully. He folded his arms back over his chest with a huff.

“whatever, I don’t need to either…I only need a place to stay tonight so don’t think your special” he hissed at you.

You laughed before nodding your head.

“rats, just as I thought we were getting somewhere…can I at least know your name? I did just save you from another day with that asshole” you asked as you started the car.

“Jungkook…my names Jungkook” he said as he loosened up from his tense posture.

You smiled as you started to drive home.

“nice to meet you Jungkook”

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[lifeless-flowers]

It was the early hours of the morning, maybe 3AM. Despite the hour, the room was pretty lively. Kieran sat on a bed, his back against the wall, eyes closed. Beside him he could hear Finn, his cousin, talking to someone he could not recognize from just a voice. The air was thick with smoke from both marijuana and cigarettes, and there was a subtle but distinct smell of body odor clinging to the inside of his nostrils. Kieran could feel his heart pounding in his chest, though he was unsure if it was his anxiety or a side effect of the pills he had taken. His phone vibrated in his pocket for the third time in the last twenty minutes and he let out a discontented sigh.

A sharp jab in his side caused his eyes to shoot open and he looked over at Finn, who was giving him a crooked smile. “Your babysitter keeps calling,” he reported as if he thought Kieran had not noticed. Kieran rolled his eyes and pulled the phone from his pocket. Three missed calls, ten text messages.

“I’ll be right back,” Kieran murmured. On unsteady legs, he pushed himself off of the bed and made his way towards the hallway, stepping around the various people sitting on the floor. As he did so, he felt someone grab onto his hand just before he got to the door. Looking down, Kieran saw Trixie. She was lounging comfortably, sparsely dressed, against the chest of a boy Kieran did not recognize.

“Hurry back, okay?” she said, but Kieran did not respond. Quickly pulling his hand from hers, he headed out the door and into the brightly lit hallway.

The rest of the house was as full as the bedroom Kieran has just left from, though not nearly as alive. People were collapsed on the floor and on furniture, too drunk or high to do much more than lay still and fall asleep. A few people were still awake in the living room, listening to low music on an iPhone, drinking from their red solo cups, eyes bloodshot and words slurred. Kieran lifted his hand in acknowledgment but said nothing as he shuffled out to the back porch.

As soon as he slid the door open, he was met with a sharp burst of chilled air. Exhaling, he watched as his breath formed a viable cloud before him. A soft wind rustled the trees behind the house, shaking a few more leaves to the ground in it’s wake. The brisk air was refreshing, though not enough to sober him up. With shaking hands, he pulled his phone from his pocket again. He dialed into his voicemail and waited.

You have three missed calls. First message.

Kieran, it’s 10PM.  I called your grandparents. I know you’re not there. We talked about this; the lying, the disappearing. Sawyer said you’re not answering his texts. Please phone me back. I’m not mad. I just want to know where you are.

Deleted. Next message.

Kieran, it’s after midnight.  I haven’t heard from you. Neither has Sawyer. Are you with Finn? Are you safe? Please phone me. I love you.

Deleted. Next message.

Last time I’m going to phone you, love. I’m tired. You know how to reach me if you need. Please be safe. Come home, okay? I love you.

The automated voice on the other line informed him that he had reached the end of his messages, and hung up. A weird, sick feeling twisted in his stomach. He had disappointed her, again. His thumb hovered over the phone icon, part of him itching to call Laurel back and apologize. He wanted to apologize for worrying her and for lying about where he was going tonight. But calling her meant explaining, and Kieran was not entirely sure he felt like going through that. He knew the script well enough that he could play the whole conversation out in his head. He also knew he could not lie to her. She would ask if he was fucked up, and he would tell her he was, and then there would be that tight silence on the other end of the phone. No. He couldn’t call her. Instead, he did the next best thing. He turned his attention to his missed text messages. As expected most of them were from Sawyer, inquiring where he was. Most ended with ‘wanker’, ‘twat’ or some other insult Sawyer resorted to when he did not want to come across as worried, but Kieran knew him better than that. They had been friends for years.

Pressing the phone icon, Kieran put the phone to his ear. The phone rang only once before it picked up.

“Where the fuck are you?” Saywer snapped, his voice thick with worry and irritation.

“Out.” Kieran replied, then thought better of it. “I’m with Finn,” he added. Sawyer sighed audibly on the other end of the line and remained silent for a few seconds.

“You’re high right now. .” It wasn’t a question. Sawyer knew that when Kieran was out with Finn, he was getting high. “What did you take?”

“I’m alright”, Kieran replied, but he knew it did not sound very convincing. Sawyer sounded as though he wanted to repeat his question again, but thought better of it.

“Mum’s been worried sick all night. She’s got work in the morning and she won’t sleep til she hears from you. You need to phone her.”

“Not tonight. Just. Tell her I’m alright, alright?”

“She’d rather hear it from you, mate.”

“Just tell her.”

Kieran hung up before Sawyer could say anything else and shoved his phone back in his pocket. With fumbling fingers, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He had only bought it yesterday and he was down to only three. Frowning, he selected one from the package and slide it between his lips. He exchanged the carton for his lighter and, shielding the flame from the wind, lit up. He was hoping the nicotine would help quell the guilt and anxiety raging through his veins. He hated knowing he had upset Laurel.  One day he knew he would go too far and he would lose her and probably Sawyer as well. He was amazed he had not lost them already. He put them through hell, over and over and over. He made promises to do better, and he never did. Every single time he would get in trouble, wind up in the hospital or down at the police station, Laurel was there, with Sawyer by her side. Kieran owed the Hensleys more than he ever could repay them for, and he did a pretty shit job of trying.

The sound of the sliding door behind him got his attention and he turned his head. Trixie, now clad in a hoodie that was three sizes too big for her, gave him a smile.

“I came to check on you. You’ve been out here a while. Something on your mind?”

Some would mistake Trixie’s inquiry as genuine, but Kieran knew better. Trixie was nosey, the type of person who liked to know everything about everybody. He was sure this situation was no different. In the hopes of warding her off he merely shrugged his shoulders and fixed his gaze at a distant nothing beyond the horizon of the deck.

“Quiet doesn’t suit you, Southway” she stated before reaching up to pull the cigarette from his lips and placing it between her own. Kieran rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, help yourself,” he grumbled, though he did nothing to take his smoke back. It didn’t seem worth the effort. The nicotine wasn’t helping him the way he wanted anyway. Trixie gave him a smug ‘I win’ kind of smile but said nothing else for a moment.

“Did you come out here just to steal my smokes?” he asked, more uncomfortable with the silence than with her invasive questions. Trixie beamed at the fact that he had spoken without being prompted. She turned and leaned with her back against the rails of the deck. She looked at him and exhaled a long breath of smoke through her nose.

“Maybe. Or maybe I came out here to spend some time with you.” Kieran snorted and shuffled his feet.

“Why would you wanna do that?” he asked. “You seemed like you were having a grand old time with whats-his-name.” Kieran had meant only for it to sound like an observation, but the smirk on Trixie’s face told him she had interpreted it otherwise.

“Oh? You jealous, Southway?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.  Kieran groaned. Trixie elbowed him gently in the side. “Relax. I know you’re not. I’m just having a laugh.”

The air fell silent again and Kieran  had to resist the urge to clear his throat just to disrupt the stillness. Trixie seemed to not his discomfort and drummed her fingers along the railing.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked suddenly. She wasn’t looking at him, her eyes fixed somewhere far off.

Kieran ran his fingers through his hair, looking at his feet. He tried to make out the grain of the wood in the dark but was incredibly unsuccessful.

“What?” he asked, pretending as though he didn’t understand her question. In reality he did. It was the same question people had been asking him for the last few weeks.

“Why did you try to kill yourself?” This time she was looking directly at him, and Kieran was almost sure he detected a bit of anger in her eyes. The weight of the air around them seemed to get even heavier and Kieran felt as if he couldn’t breathe right. He supposed he should have been used to hearing people ask but it did not get easier. He never knew what to say. How was he supposed to explain it?

Unlike before, Trixie made no attempt to speak to alleviate the silence that had fallen between them. She looked almost as uncomfortable as Kieran felt, but the question still stood. Kieran tried to sift through his options. He wanted to tell her to mind her damn business, but for some reason he could not find the effort to put forth the words with the venom he desired. The second option was to ignore her. It would be simple to slip back inside, help himself to some more klonopin and let sleep take him for the remainder of the evening (morning?).  

Feeling Trixie’s eyes on him, he could not seem to muster more than a shrug. He didn’t look at her, but he heard her sigh.

“Well,” she started, “it was stupid and I’m glad you fucked it up. People would miss you, Southway.” With that, Trixie snuffed out her cigarette on the railing of the deck before flicking to the ground below. “G’night,” she said, before turning and heading back inside the house. Kieran stood still, his heartbeat audible in his ears.

#*KS #*kieran southway #tw suicide #tw drug use #excerpt #writblr

[pixieungerstories]

Quarantine - 2

There was no sign the house had any other occupants for days.  I hadn’t been able to drag the mattress out of the room where he had put it.  It was heavy and I couldn’t compress it enough to get it through the door.

I went back to working from home.  The conference calls helped me feel sane.  After a while it was easy to pretend the whole thing was some fever dream.  I was pretending, though.  I still hadn’t tried to open the closet.  Grocery delivery was set on a rotation so that once a week they arrived at the gate.  My neighbours had theirs brought right up to the house.  Mine were always left at the gate of the picket fence that surrounded the front yard.

I used the hedge trimmers to shape the lilac bushes that the neighbours on each side had planted to obscure their view of my house.  I weeded and mowed the lawn wishing for grass seed before just giving up and calling it a meadow.  Some of the flowers were even pretty.  I chuckled with my friends about how much drywall I was going to need when this was over.  We laughed about how it was lucky I was alone instead of having a roommate watching me through the holes in the walls.

Well, they laughed.  I sort of more chuckled nervously.

I kept an eye on my laptop battery and there weren’t any unexplained power outages.  Everything seemed normal.

Until I was cleaning out the basement and found the wine room.  I don’t know wine, but there was a lot of it and the newest bottle that I could find was pre world war two.

I wasn’t expecting it to still be good.  It was.  It felt ridiculous drinking a hundred year old bottle of red wine with a frozen dinner. I did it anyway.

“Are you still here?” I demanded as I was getting ready for bed.

There was no answer.

I found the box that had my vibrator in it and fell asleep in a sweaty puddle.

I woke up a little hung over and found my vibe squeaky clean on the bathroom sink when I went to brush my teeth.  My stomach dropped.

“Were you watching me?” I hissed.  I don’t know what sort of reply I was expecting, but I didn’t get one.

Once again, I tried to move the mattress to another room.  Once again, I failed.  I spent the night wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the floor in the other bedroom, with my laptop plugged in and netflix running to keep me company.

I screamed and stood up when he said from the doorway, “I get lonely too.”

“Jesus Christ!”

He chuckled, “Not even close.”  There was a moment of silence as I strained my eyes to see something, anything, in the dark.  “I can’t leave either,” he whispered.  I stood there shaking in the light from my laptop screen. “Sleep in the bed.  I will not bother you.”

I didn’t move.  He had just sounded sad when he said it.  

“Why can’t I ever see you?”  I asked.

“I live in the shadows, you can only see me in darkness.”

I blinked at that.  “But you are always here.”

“Yes.”

“And I can’t see in the dark,” I pointed out.

“I know.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I changed the subject.  “What do you want from me?”

“When you first arrived, you slept in the garden.  If you had started by sleeping in the house, I would have run you off.  But you were fixing things, so I let you stay.  I got used to you being around.  Then you got sick and it would have been so easy to just let you die.  I would have gone back to being on my own.  I no longer want to be on my own but I hadn’t considered the weight of you being unable to leave.  I do not like the idea of you being scared of me and trapped here.”

“But I am,” I mumbled.

“Yes.  So take care of yourself.  Sleep in the bed.  Care for the house.  I will stay out of your way.”

I licked my lips.  I didn’t want to ask but I had to know.  “What were you doing with my vibrator?”

There was no answer.  I waited for what felt like an eternity before I continued.  “Look, it isn’t a good idea to share sex toys, so depending on where it’s been, I might need to throw it out.  I can’t exactly get a new one just now.  Please just tell me.”

It was the barest whisper, “I wanted to taste you.”

I froze feeling like a deer in the headlights, completely unsure how to respond to that.

“I have not touched you since you asked me not to,” he argued.  

Except for when I almost fell, I thought.  You caught me then.  And my laptop.  I wouldn’t have been able to get a new one of those either.  I wondered if soap and water would do it or if I was going to end up with some shadow monster disease.  How do you even ask that?

“Ok,” I mumbled.  I stood there in the dark and silence.  The house was silent.  I realized I hadn’t heard rattles or banging or hissing since I learned he was here.  “Nyctophobia,” I blurted out.

“I don’t understand,” he replied.

I shifted awkwardly.  “Can I call you Nick?”

The silence continued.  Then, “Why?”

“Nameless things are more scary.  It isn’t as bad having a roommate named Nick.”

He never did answer.  Eventually, I sat back down on the floor and wrapped the blanket more tightly around myself.  I wasn’t brave enough to walk through a pitch dark house, past a staircase, to get to the room where there was a monster in the closet.  

----

There was coffee waiting for me when I got up, and the smell of cinnamon buns baking in the oven.   The oven timer said there was 10 minutes left.  I peeked inside to find the tiniest pan of monkey bread baking.  I recognized the recipe and pulled out the cookbook it came from.  Sure enough, in Nick’s careful handwriting was notations about scaling the recipe down to one sixth of how it had been published.

He had used pencil.

“Is this a peace offering?” I asked.

I didn’t get a response, but he did the dishes while I had my bath that morning.

When my groceries were delivered, popcorn had been added to my order.

I didn’t see him.  Well, I mean, I never see him, but the only signs of him were things being done and left obviously done while I was bathing or getting dressed.  Aside from how nice it was to not do the dishes I appreciated the signs that he was not watching me.

It came as a surprise when I went to put the popcorn in the microwave and the power went out.  

“Nick?  What are you doing?”

“This isn’t me,” he hissed.

I was lifted and carried squirming through the dark before being pushed into a space and having the door locked behind me.  I panicked as I thought I might be in his closet before I realized I was in the wine cellar.  Flashes of Edgar Allen Poe stories ran through my mind.

I have no idea how long I was in there, in the dark with my heart pounding as I tried to get the door to open.  Eventually, it did.

“All better now,” he assured me, breathing down the back of my neck.

There were a lot of cop cars outside on the street.

“What happened?” I asked.  There wasn’t any answer.

A uniformed officer rang my bell, then politely stepped back from my door the requisite six feet.

“Did you hear or see anything unusual last night, Ma’am?” he asked after identifying himself.

Yeah, all the time, I thought.  There was still no way to say that and sound sane.  I went with a modified version of the truth.  “The power went out around 10pm and I ended up stuck in the basement since I couldn’t see the stairs.”

He frowned at me.  “Have you noticed anything missing?  Any signs of a break in?”

“No?  Should I have?”

He appeared to consider this, then stepped further back to look at the state of my house.  “There were break ins all down this street last night.  This place might not have been a target.”

“Is everyone OK?” I asked.

“It’s an ongoing investigation,” replied walking towards me again.  “I can not disclose anything further, ma’am.”

I swallowed, “That sounds like a no.”

“Do you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

I considered this, “Do you generally advise that women living alone let strange men into their houses?  If you are coming to search, I want my lawyer here as a witness.”

He was already peering in around me.  The house isn’t that big and the walls were all gone.  He could see the whole main floor whether he came in or not.

“Doing some renovations I see.”

No shit Sherlock.  “My building permit is posted in my window.  I haven’t been able to get trades people out in months but-”

“I'm sure everything is in order with that.  Good day.”   Then he left.  Standing on the porch I could hear him telling the other officers what a shit hole my house was.  He thought it should be condemned.

I mean, he was right, still you never like to hear that.  And it didn’t need to be condemned.  I had the structural engineer’s report to prove it.

I went to work while keeping an eye on the news sites.

It wasn’t break ins.  It was looters.  The house next to me and the four next to it, all the way to the corner, had been hit.  The owners had been found tied up at best and dead at worst with a variety of options in between.

It has escalated all the way down the street.

Then stopped before my house.

“Nick?  What did you do?”

He wasn’t talking to me yet.

----

I sat on my bed and waited for the sun to go down.  My laptop was in the kitchen.  My phone was next to me but set to do not disturb.   I waited, straining my ears for any noise.

“Are you there?”

Nothing was said but I was sure I could feel him watching me.

“Please tell me what happened.”

“No one comes into my house,” he snarled.

I swallowed and fought down my fear.  “I did.”

“You are different.  You are helping.”

I considered that.  He had walls before I got here, now he didn’t.

“Am I safe from you?”

“Yes.”  It would have been more comforting if he hadn’t growled it.

That was the point where I started to cry.  I had made it through everything life had thrown at me without turning into a weepy woman, but that did it.  I’m going to blame it on a night of panicking in the wine cellar combined with news reports detailing what had happened to my neighbours.

“Please don’t,” he whispered.

I sniffled.  “Fuck.  Why don’t I have kleenex?”

A roll of toilet paper was pressed into my hands.  I ripped off a length and blew my nose in a way that women in the movies never do, then I jumped as he stroked my cheek with a cool finger, catching my tears.  His hand was gone an instant later.

“What if they come back tonight?”

“They won’t,” he said firmly.  I don’t think he was talking about the ongoing police presence on the street. 

“What did you do?” I sniffled.

“I defended my home.  That includes you now.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  I wasn’t sure that I couldn’t catch glimpses of him as the lights on the street kept flashing.  Red, blue, huge black shadow.

“I don’t want to be alone right now,” I whispered.

The bed dipped but when I reached my arm out in that direction all I could find was a long fingered hand to hold mine.  “You won’t be.”

I felt him tug at the blankets underneath me and I slid over so he could turn them back.  Even in the dark I could find my sleep shirt under my pillow.  I stood up next to the bed, stripped and pulled it over my head.  Under the covers looking at the ceiling.  Red, blue, shadow, red, blue shadow.

“Are you .. human shaped?”

“I can be.”

I snorted, “What kind of answer is that?” 

“An honest one.”

I rolled on to my side so that my back was to him, or at least to where I thought he was.

“I can go.”

“Can you stay?”

The weight on the bed changed.  “Don’t try to look at me, you will only give yourself nightmares.”

“You said you’ve read Blue Beard?”

“Yes.”

“Have you read Cupid and Psyche?”

He just snickered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  Does any of that apply here?”

“Are you going to try to burn me with an oil lamp?” he teased.

“Are you going to get me pregnant then cast me out into the wilds?”  I countered.

He hissed at that, “Never.”

“Never get me pregnant or -”

“I’m not human.  We can’t procreate.  I can’t make you sick.  You can’t make me sick.  We can drive each other insane and you will be able to escape someday.  I can not leave.”

“Why not?”

“You need to rest.  Don’t ask questions with scary answers.”

“How am I supposed to know they are scary?”

“Because you are asking a monster.  Now, go to sleep.”

That was the most ridiculous thing but I wasn’t up to arguing about it.  Not while there was still an active crime scene next door.

I fell asleep to the feeling of him stroking my back.

----

The only furniture in the bed room was the bed and a few boxes of random stuff I had moved in.  I woke to find one of them had been used as a table and was holding breakfast for me.  Or at least a travel mug of coffee and a plate of toast.  I sat in bed, drank my coffee, ate my toast and read the thirty seven emails from everyone I knew asking what the fuck happened next door.

I ended up posting a blanket statement on facebook that I was fine.  I was still in my house.  I had no idea what had happened other than what I had seen on the news.  Then I posted a picture of the three squad cars I could still see out my bedroom window.  

My boss emailed me to ask when he could expect the report I had been assigned, so that took up the rest of my day.  It was getting dark when I realized I hadn’t eaten all day.  Another freezer meal, some salad and I was raiding the wine cellar again, god damn it!

As I was pouring wine into a coffee mug, he asked me, “Are you drinking alone?”

I got up, took another mug out of the cupboard, poured a second drink and turned off the kitchen light.  “Nope.  I’m not alone.  You’re here.”

He didn’t answer, as I ate my dinner by the light of the street lights outside.  The porch light was outside the kitchen window, so I turned it on to wash the dishes then turned it off to go upstairs.  It would have been better if I hadn’t stubbed my toe on the bottom step.  I swore.  Nick picked me up and carried me up the stairs.

“I didn’t have that much to drink!” I protested.

“No, but you can’t see in the dark.”  He tucked me safely into bed.

“Did you change the sheets?”  I asked.  He didn’t answer.  “You did, didn’t you?”

My laptop opened and his body blocked the screen for a few moments.  Then Brooklyn 99 came on and it was set next to me.

“Why are you doing this?”

“We need a distraction.  Call Penny.”

“We need a distraction?  We?”

“Yes.”

I hesitated.  “Do you need me to move out and camp in the backyard for a few days?”

His reply was a nonverbal roar that rattled the windows and set off a car alarm outside.  

There was a commotion then the cops were knocking on my door.  I sighed and turned on the lights.  I decided to be proactive this time.  I flung open the door and demanded “What the hell are you doing out here?”

The cops on my porch blinked.  

“I’m trying to sleep!  Can you keep the noise down?  Please?  I know whatever you are doing is important but can you just do it a little quieter?”

“That wasn’t us!” the youngest protested.

“Then can you find out who it was and make them stop?”

To my delight, they left.

I closed the door, smiled to myself and bounced off a wall of darkness that caught me before I rebounded against the door.

“I do not want you sleeping outside!” he growled in my ear.

There were one set of arms around my shoulders and another holding my hips and back.  I tried to think of a ‘what big arms you have Mr Wolf’ quip but it died on my lips and the touch was gone in an instant.

“Nick?  Can you help me not trip on things on my way to the stairs?”

Hands on my hips, pushing me gently forward and steering me around boxes. Another hand guiding mine to the banister.  Then nothing.  I carefully inched my way upstairs.  I did that awkward thing at the top where you think there is still one more step but there isn’t so your leg falls through nothing and you stumble.  To my right was the bedroom, still lit by the flickering screen of my computer.

I climbed into bed and closed it.

Then I opened it, stared at the browser for a moment, then closed it again.

“What’s wrong?”

I considered this.  I really had no secrets from him anymore.  “I need … some ‘alone time’ but it’s weird if you are watching.”

“Would it be better if I was helping?” he teased.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.  “I don’t know what you are working with.  But I feel lonely.”

Gentle fingers took my hand and raised it.  The lips that kissed and the tongue that laved were not human.  I turned my hand to stroke his face but he leaned away.

That stung.  I let my hand fall to the bed.  “It isn’t fair that you get to touch me but I can’t touch you.”

He didn’t say anything to that.  A car drove past and the headlights lit the room for an instant.  Long enough for me to see four glittering eyes watching me, two forward facing and two further to the sides.  Not human, I reminded myself.  In the darkness, hand cupped my face, thick lips caught mine and as I kissed him a tentacle like tongue licked at my lips before darting briefly down my throat.

“I can do better than that toy,” he promised, “but you can not see me.”

I nodded.  Four hands stroking me over my clothes.  A mouth kissing and licking at my neck. I was expecting him to peel me out of my clothes, instead his touch was so feathery gentle.  Hands cupped my face as he nuzzled my hair.  I strained my eyes trying to see him, but I could catch only the faintest outline.  Any time I reached out for him he pulled away.  Finally, he got frustrated with that and pinned my hands over my head.

I panicked and pulled my hands away and just like that he was gone.

“Nick?”

I don’t know why I was expecting an answer.  I groaned and pressed both palms to my face covering my eyes.  I jumped when he caressed my calf, but I didn’t move my hands.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

“Damned if I know,” I admitted.  “It’s been … I don’t even know anymore… how long have I been stuck in this house?  Weeks?  Months?  None of this seems real anymore.  Sometimes I don’t know if I’m real anymore either.  I just need …  something.”

“Someone,” he whispered.

“Yeah.  Someone to make me feel like I’m real.  Just to make me feel.”

“Humans need other humans to be human,” he muttered. “You should have just called your friend.”

My eyes prickled again and tears splashed against my hands.  “How long have you been here?”

“There was an accident shortly after the house was built.  I was created out of that.”

That raised a lot of questions, but my immediate one was, “How long have you been here alone?”

“On and off since then.  Most people don’t last much more than a month or two.  Normally, construction crews are the advance party before they move in.  It’s easy enough to get rid of the new owners.  You were just too stupid to leave.”

I snorted, “Were you really trying to make me go?  Because living here was creepy but not anywhere close to the scariest place I’ve ever lived.”

“My heart wasn’t in it.  I need you to finish fixing the place first.  Sooner or later someone would have built one of those ridiculous houses on the lot.”  He started to massage my calf as he spoke.

“The house is more than a hundred years old.  That’s a long time to be alone,” I pointed out.

“Enough time to get good at it,” he countered.

I moved my hands then and sat up to look at him.  I thought I could see a pool of shifting darkness.  “What are you?  Are you a ghost?  Did someone die here and -”

“Many people have died here. I am not one of them.”

I thought about that for a moment.  “Am I?”

“What?”

“Am I some dead woman who is all alone here making excuses for why I can’t leave?”

He laughed at me then, not a jolly laugh, an odd howling laugh.  “How did you come up with that ridiculous idea?”

It stung a little, “It’s a popular plot point in a number of movies.  And I can’t help but notice you didn’t answer the question.”

He stopped laughing when he realized I was serious and said flatly, “You aren’t dead.”

#oh my god they were quarantined #exophilia #monster quarantine #nyctophobia #shadow monster

[hannahhhhify]

Chapter 176: Papa’s Apple Pie

Ken’s POV:

I felt someone play with my hair and I opened my eyes.

Paul: “Hey, I’m surprised you are still sleeping” I stretched.

Ken: “what time is it?”

Paul: “like 10pm, you’ve been sleeping for like 14 hours” I groaned.

Ken: “Do I have to wake up?”

Paul: “No, you can keep sleeping if you want, but Drake kind of wants to see you”

Ken: “he does?” I said opening my eyes. Paul nodded

Paul: “He kept asking me about you, do you want me to take you home?” I nodded and I got up. “do you always sleep in your shoes and uniform?”

Ken: “I was too tired… I just came in here and crashed immediately.” Paul nodded and pulled me into a hug.

Paul: “I love you”

Ken: “Love you too dad” I said softly. I got my stuff and Paul took me home. When we got there, I gave Dan my work schedule, and then I walked to the boys room. Taylor and Kevin were sleeping in Taylor’s bed. Matt was laying on his bed on his stomach, and drake was softly playing his guitar.

Matt: “Hey Ken” He said softly. I smiled at him and Drake looked up and smiled at me

Drake: “Hi daddy” he said putting his guitar down.

Ken: “will you come upstairs with me?” I asked quietly, not wanting to wake up the other boys. He nodded and he got up and then we walked upstairs to my room. as soon as I closed my door he hugged me.

Drake: “I’m so sorry for what I said Dad… I was just mad… I didn’t mean it!” I wrapped my arms around him and I kissed the top of his head.

Ken: “and I’m sorry I hit you… I feel awful, and I shouldn’t have done that”

Drake: “It’s okay” I pulled away from him and shook my head no.

Ken: “I knew you were going to say that… but’s it’s not okay, and I don’t want you to think that it’s okay… hitting you was wrong, and I’m so sorry” he nodded. and I sighed… “Um… I got in trouble for it… I thought you should know that my mistakes have consequences too” I said blushing and looking away from his confused face.

Drake: “you got in trouble for it? what do you mean? By who?”

Ken: “Paul… that’s why I went over there last night” I said looking back up at him. Drake just stared at me confused for a few minutes, making me feel really awkward.

Drake: “Dad? Do you get spanked?” he asked shocked. I nodded.

Ken: “Yes…” I said biting my lip. he laughed at me, making me even more embarrassed. I shook my head and walked away from him.

Drake: “dad! Wait! Where are you going?”

Ken: “I told you because I wanted you to know that what I did wasn’t okay… Not so you could laugh at me” I said softly.

Drake: “I’m sorry daddy… I just can’t imagine you being spanked by Paul... you are too old for that” he said walking over and hugging me again.

Ken: “Paul and Dan don’t seem to think so… that was my second ass beating in the past couple days”

Drake: “did you get in trouble for drinking too?” I nodded.

Ken: “yeah… does that make you think of me differently?” he shook his head no.

Drake: “of course not… It makes me nervous though”

Ken: “about what?”

Drake: “am I still going to get spankings when I’m your age? That’s a long time” he said pouting. I chuckled and shrugged.

Ken: “Hopefully not, hopefully you’ll be smarter than I am”

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A few days later Taylor’s POV:

Today after work Paul and Denise asked me to babysit, because he said Denise and Him needed to talk about some things. Frankie and Joseph are over at Mr. Davis house, so I just have Zac, Kevin and Nick.

Kevin: “Taylor” He said walking into the living room “Can I go next door, to Rachel’s house?”

Taylor: “No”

Kevin: “well can she come over here? Please?”

Taylor: “Have you finished your homework?”

Kevin: “kind of”

Taylor: “KIND OF?” I said raising my eyebrow at him. he pouted

Kevin: “I have to read a book, that I’m doing a report on… but I don’t feel like reading right now… I have two more weeks”

Taylor: “what chapter are you on?”

Kevin: “chapter 2” he mumbled

Taylor: “Read one more chapter, and then she can come over” he groaned

Kevin: “I don’t wanna read” he whined.

Taylor: “fine with me”

Kevin: “really?”

Taylor: “yup… Rachel can’t come over though” his jaw dropped

Kevin: “Taylorr!” he whined.

Taylor: “if you want her to come over then go get your book, you are reading a chapter”

Kevin: “yes sir” he said pouting. I feel bad, but I don’t want him to get in trouble for not reading at least a little bit. I always used to procrastinate reading in school, and I got in trouble a lot for it. I sighed and got up and went to check on the other boys.

Taylor: “how’s homework going Nicky?”

Nick: “I’m almost done” he said smiling at me. I kissed the top of his head.

Taylor: “Good… How about you Zac?” he groaned

Zac: “I hate homework” he mumbled. I chuckled and walked over to him. He has his new puppy sleeping in his lap. The new puppy is really cute, I hope they get to keep him.

Taylor: “I used to hate it too” I said leaning over him to see what he is working on. “Do you need some help?”

Zac: “No, I can figure it out” he said running his hand through his hair.

Taylor: “I don’t mind helping if you need some help”

Zac: “nobody ever really helped me before, my dad didn’t care”

Taylor: “well… I care! let me know if you need any help, okay?” I said patting his shoulder. He nodded. and I went back into the living room and a few minutes later Nicky came and sat in my lap. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. he is eating some cookies.

Taylor: “Are these sugars free?”

Nick: “No” he said pouting. “Sugar free snacks are boring”

Taylor: “You need to check your sugar levels first” I said grabbing his cookies he groaned

Nick: “I alreadddy did” he whined

Taylor: “what was it?”

Nick: “80”

Taylor: “okay” I said giving him his cookies back. “Don’t forget to check it again after” I said kissing his cheek

Kevin: “I finished the chapterrr!” he said walking in and putting the book down on the coffee table.

Taylor: “oh really?... So If I grab that book and go to chapter 3, and ask you some questions about it, you’ll be able to answer them?” his eyes widened, Not expecting me to say that.

Kevin: “uh… I don’t know” he said nervously.

Taylor: “did you just lie to me Kevin Jonas?” I said glaring at him.

Kevin: “No…”

Taylor: “Give me the book then” I said holding out my hand.

Kevin: “I… I didn’t read all of it” he whispered.

Taylor: “So you did lie to me just now, twice?”

Kevin: “I’m sorry Taylor! I just wanted to see Rachel” he said pouting.

Taylor: “well now you aren’t going to see Rachel. You are going to sit there and read for 2 hours, because you lied to me twice” he gasped

Kevin: “But Taylor!”

Taylor: “that’s what you get for lying!... you are lucky that I’m not spanking you… the only reason I’m not is because I know you are still sore” I said sternly.

Kevin: “I’m sorry I lied to you Taylor… I sh-shouldn’t have done t-that”

Taylor: “No you shouldn’t have… I hate it when you lie to me! now sit your butt down and read that book”

Kevin: “yes sir…” he said pouting.

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Meanwhile Edward’s POV:

I just got the worst spanking ever because I got suspended from school for a week for getting into a fight, and the fight wasn’t even my fault! John spanked me hard for it, and now I’m laying down in my bed, on my stomach, half naked, crying my eyes out because that spanking was the worst one I’ve gotten so far, it hurts so bad. and he tried to hold me after he got done beating me, but I pushed him away, and I pushed Karie away too… but now I feel abandoned, and I want someone to hold me. I put my pillow over my head to muffle my cries, because I don’t want anybody to know that I’m still crying this bad, it’s embarrassing. After a little bit I heard the door open and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried so hard to stay quiet, but I failed miserably, plus my body is shaking with sobs, so it’s obvious that I’m still crying anyway.

John: “Edward… Sam is here” he said softly... “Do you want to see him?” I didn’t say anything, I just kept crying. I’m crying so bad I can’t speak right now. “I-I’m going to help you p-put some shorts on” he said softly. and a few seconds later I felt him move around, and he slipped some shorts up my legs, and up over my butt, I immediately started sobbing even harder. This fucking hurts. “Edward... please let me h-“

Edward: “GO AWAY!” I screamed, from under my pillow.

John: “o-okay, I’m sending Sam in… okay?” I didn’t respond to him, I just turned onto my side, facing the wall, my pillow still wrapped around my head. He left the room, and a few seconds later I felt the bed sink beside me.

Sam: “Eddie” he said softly. but when I didn’t acknowledge him he took my pillow away. “what happened?” he said rubbing my back.

Edward: “I g-got sus-susp-“ I turned back onto my stomach and buried my face into the mattress, I can’t speak right now

Sam: “You got suspended?” I nodded “are you crying because you got… in trouble?”

Edward: “I-I d-on’t want t-to talk ab-about it, I.. c-can y-you l-leave?”

Sam: “I’m not leaving”

Edward: “I w-want y-you t-to g-go-“ before I could even finish my sentence he laid down next to me and pulled me over to him, so that I was mostly on top of him, and then he wrapped his arms around me protectively.. the movement made my ass hurt even worse, and I couldn’t help but sob even harder. I don’t want him to see me like this! It’s really embarrassing, and I can’t stop crying.

Sam: “I’m not leaving Eddie, So deal with it” he said stubbornly. I’m too warn out to argue with him, so I just let him hold me, and I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I have no idea how long I slept, but I woke up when I heard some talking. But I pretended to still be asleep.

John: “He can’t be fighting in school Sam, he needed that spanking” I felt myself blush. I HATE that Sammy knows, It’s so embarrassing. I feel like such a kid. I hate it.

Sam: “you fucking hurt him though, I’m going to call the cops”

John: “it’s not illegal to spank your kids in this state”

Sam: “well I looked it up, and I’m pretty sure using physical discipline is frowned upon in foster care, they could take him away from you” John didn’t say anything for what seemed like a long time. “You knew that, didn’t you?”

John: “of course I knew that, but I stand behind my decision to discipline him in this way because he was putting his life in danger! A spanking is MUCH better than him getting murdered at night or something because he runs away… A spanking is the ONLY thing that has worked for him. what am I supposed to do?” he said sounding frustrated. “every time I’ve spanked him, it’s been to either keep him safe, or to help him”

Sam: “How is this helping him? He cried himself to sleep… tell yourself whatever makes you feel better for being an abusive asshole. I’m not going to continue to stand by and watch—” I reached up and covered Sam’s mouth with my hand. I hate when him and John argue, and they both went silent.

Edward: “stop a-arguing” I felt Sammy nod and I moved my hand.

Sam: “I’m sorry Eddie”

John: “Sorry” he said softly, and I heard him leave the room

Sam: “I’m so sorry this happened again Edward… I hate seeing you in pain… are you okay?” I nodded. “Can you look at me?... please?” I slowly looked up and he also has tears in his eyes.

Edward: “w-why are y-you crying?”

Sam: “Because you are, and it makes me sad” he said wiping away my tears with his thumbs. “I’m going to get you out of here okay? I’m not going to let this happen to you again”

Edward: “I don’t want to leave Sammy… I’m safe here”

Sam: “he hits you…”

Edward: “would you r-rather me get beat up or s-starved, or s-sexually abused?”

Sam: “No! of course not!”

Edward: “I haven’t had any l-luck with foster care… this sucks, but... at least they seem like they care…” I said looking down. “and they’ve never disciplined me just because they wanted to see me in pain, they’ve only done it when I’ve been stupid.”

Sam: “Eddie… you were crying harder than I’ve ever seen you cry before! And you still can’t stop your tears from falling… this isn’t okay...”

Edward: “But Sammy… I’ve ne-never lived s-somewhere w-where I wa-wasn’t af-afraid, I’m n-not af-afraid here I’ll stop being so d-dumb, I’ll stay out of trouble better”

Sam: “I wish you could just live with me” he said pulling me closer and giving me a soft kiss.

Edward: “Someday soon” he smiled and nodded.

Sam: “as soon as you turn 18” I laid my head down on his chest and he rubbed my back and played with my hair for a long time. “I love you”

Edward: “I love you too” I shifted a little bit and I winced, and reached back to rub my bottom

Sam: “I want to punch John right in the face”

Edward: “I’m okay, stop being so protective”

Sam: “no... I can’t” he whined. After a couple hours of just cuddling, I started getting hungry, but I’m too embarrassed to leave my bedroom.

Edward: “Sammy… can you do something for me?... please?”

Sam: “anything baby”

Edward: “I’m hungry, a-and I don’t want to go out there”

Sam: “okay, I’ll go get you something, what do you want?”

Edward: “I don’t care” he nodded and he slipped out from underneath me, and he left the room. and a few minutes later he came back with two plates of food.

Sam: “Karie saved us dinner” I nodded and we got down on the floor, I laid on my tummy on the floor, and Sammy sat down, and we ate. “So, John was out there crying”

Edward: “why?”

Sam: “I think he feels bad, I don’t know”

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John’s POV:

Edward hid in his room all night. and Eventually Sam left, I was hoping he would come out, but he didn’t. I do think spanking him was the right choice, but I think I might have been a little too hard on him. but he got suspended! And he is already so far behind. I wish he cared a little bit more about his education. Maybe I’m just bias because I’m a teacher.

Karie: “I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for bed” I nodded. she’s been by my side all night, because I hate having to discipline either one of the kids, and I’ve been really sad. She left the room and I sighed and leaned forward and covered my face with my hands and took a deep breath. I need to talk to Paul again… because I can’t do this, I feel terrible. And when you foster a child, corporate punishment is frowned upon, Sam was right about that. I don’t know what to do, because I really think this type of discipline is what he needs…. But then again maybe I think that because of us getting closer to the Jonas/Lautner family.

Edward: “John?” he said softly... I jumped and quickly looked up at him. he was across the room, near the hallway that leads back to everybody’s bedrooms.

John: “Hey” I said unsure of what to say

Edward: “so… I know you said I was grounded for the week while I’m suspended, b-but Taylor and Drake, and some of the Jonas boys are going bowling tomorrow night, and they asked if Sam and I and could go…”

John: “I’ll talk to Karie about it” he nodded. “um… you can say no if you want, but can I get a hug… please?” he bit his lower lip for a second before nodding and walking over to me, I stood up and pulled him into a hug and I closed my eyes and rubbed his back. I’ve been wanting a hug from him since he pushed me away. “I love you Edward… I know it feels unfair, but I punished you because I care about you, and your future”

Edward: “I know… I’m sorry I got suspended… c-can I-“

John: “Can you what?” I said pulling away from him.

Edward: “I don’t want to be alone... can I hangout with you or whatever?” I nodded.

John: “want to watch a movie?”

Edward: “sit down?” he said looking over at the couch and pouting.

John: “we can bring some blankets out and lay down… I’ll make some popcorn, you pick a movie” he nodded and I smiled. I quickly got some blankets and pillows and made a bed on the floor, and then I went and made some popcorn.

Edward: “I picked a Disney movie… I h-haven’t seen it yet” he said looking kind of embarrassed. I smiled at him

John: “I love Disney movies… Can I go ask Olivia is she wants to join us? She loves that movie” he nodded and I handed him the popcorn and then I went to Olivia’s room and knocked on her door. She opened it and smiled at me

Olivia: “hi dad”

John: “I know it’s late, but do you want to come watch a movie with Edward and I?”

Olivia: “Do I get to pick?” she said walking over to her bed and grabbing a pillow.

John: “Edward picked your favorite Disney movie” I said smiling at her before walking back out to the living room. Edward already made himself comfortable, and he put the movie in. I laid down next to him and threw a piece of popcorn in the air, catching it in my mouth. Olivia came and made herself a bed on the other side of Edward and we started watching. Karie came out a little bit later and smiled at us.

Karie: “Movie night, on a school night?” she said shaking her head.

Olivia: “Don’t worry mom, Edward has to stay home tomorrow, and I’ll make sure daddy behaves” she said jokingly. We all laughed.

Karie: “well I’m going to bed, and as soon as this is over, all three of you better get to bed, because I’m not dealing with grumpy sleepy heads all day”

Olivia: “we will momma” she walked over and she made sure we were all covered up, and she gave me a kiss, and she hugged both of the kids before turning the lights off and leaving the room. I made it through half of the movie before falling asleep. When Karie woke me up the next morning Edward was practically on top of me, and Olivia was cuddled close next to us.

Karie: “you guys are cute! I got pictures!” she said laughing. I groaned and stretched a little.

John: “I fell asleep, I’m sorry I didn’t come to bed honey”

Karie: “it’s okay babe, your alarm went off though, it’s time for you and Olivia to get ready to go” I nodded and she helped me move Edward off of me. and we woke Olivia up. Edward stirred a little bit, but he fell back to sleep quickly. And Olivia and I got ready and got some breakfast.

John: “Honey, don’t let him lay around all day, make him do some schoolwork… he got suspended, it’s not a vacation”

Karie: “don’t worry honey, I’ll make sure that he can’t wait to go back to school... when he finishes his schoolwork, he can be my spring cleaning buddy”

John: “Good!” I said giving her a kiss.

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Taylor’s POV: NEXT DAY

Right now, Drake, Demi, Ken, Olivia, Sam, Edward, Tay and Austin Swift, and all of the Jonas boys, and Kevin’s new friend Rachel, Zac, Uncle Matt, And Mr. and Mrs. Davis are all at the bowling alley. Paul and Denise are going through some stuff, so they need alone time, and my mom and dad and baby Bethany just kind of wanted to sleep. But everyone else is having fun. We are on teams

Team 1: Me, Tay, Frankie, Austin, Joe and Nick

Team 2: Drake, Olivia, Uncle Matt, John, Karie and Ken.

Team 3: Kevin, Rachel, Zac, Demi, Sam, and Edward.

And each team is playing against each other in their lane, and then out of the 3 winners from the teams, we are going to see who wins with the best score over all. We are having a lot of fun, everyone is eating pizza and hanging out. So far on my team Frankie is the one who is winning, because he is the only one on our team who is using the bumper guard things. But Nick is also surprisingly really good at bowling! After I took my turn, I went back and sat down and Frankie climbed into my lap.

Taylor: “do you like bowling Frankie?” he nodded

Frankie: “I never been bowling before! It’s so much fun!”

Taylor: “you’ve never been bowling before? Well, you must be a natural, because you are winning so far” he giggled.

Frankie: “Can we come go bowling again? I like it”

Taylor: “yes, we will definitely come again very soon”

Frankie: “it’s MY turn!” he said excitedly. Getting up running over to grab his ball. I chuckled.

Tay: “he is so cute”

Taylor: “yes he is, I love how excited he is” we all laughed as Edward through the ball and it went down our lane, hitting over some of our pins. Edward has never been bowling either, Apparently.

Edward: “opps! sorry” he said sheepishly.

So the first game, on our team, Frankie won, followed closely by Nick, and I had the worst score. On Team 2, Karie won by like a lot. Everyone else on that team sucked, and Drake managed to get the lowest score. And On team 3, Rachel won, and Edward got last place. All together, Karie won over everybody, and Drake had the lowest score. Which I made sure to make fun of him for. We decided to play again, because everyone is having so much fun.

So Kevin and Rachel are like getting really close, they are sitting really close, and Nick just told me he saw them kiss. So after my turn was over I walked over to them and cleared my throat. They both kind of jumped.

Taylor: “so, what’s up?”

Kevin: “just… bowling” he said awkwardly.

Taylor: “kissing too?” I said raising my eyebrow. He bit his lip and Rachel got up..

Rachel: “uhm…. My turn” she said awkwardly.

Kevin: “Taylorr… please don’t embarrass me” he mumbled.

Taylor: “you don’t need to be kissing Kevin… have you even told anyone you were dating her? I thought you were just friends”

Kevin: “w-we are just friends”

Taylor: “friends don’t kiss Kev” Sam chuckled, overhearing everything. “I’m watching you, baby brother, so you better behave” he pouted and Rachel came back and took her seat next to Kevin. I sighed and walked back to my team. Kevin HATES it when I’m protected like this, but I don’t care, sucks to be the little brother I guess. We finished another game, this Time Nicky won on our team. And once again, I had the lowest score. Karie won again on her team, and John got the lowest score. And on Team 3, Demi won, and Edward got the lowest score again. overall Karie won over everybody else, again! she’s a really really good bowler! And this time Edward got the lowest score out of everybody. Win or lose though, we all had fun, and we need to come here and play again.

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Drake’s POV:

After we got done Bowling, Olivia and I went outside to talk alone while everyone is kind of chatting still.

Drake: “Are you mad at me?”

Olivia: “no, of course not”

Drake: “but you-“

Olivia: “I got in trouble” she said biting her lip

Drake: “what happened?”

Olivia: “I don’t know… it’s stupid”

Drake: “I get in trouble for stupid stuff all the time” I said shrugging

Olivia: “yeah you do” I laughed and nodded.

Drake: “you don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want, but sometimes it helps”

Olivia: “I got super jealous of Edward because I’m an idiot… and I decided to be a total brat! They took away my car, and my dad spanked me… I’ve never gotten spanked before, it hurt so bad, and it still kind of does” she said pouting, I frowned and pulled her into a hug.

Drake: “I told you I wasn’t just being a baby, it really does hurt!” she nodded

Olivia: “I really hurt my parents, and I feel awful”

Drake: “trust me, they’ve already forgiven you… parents are good about stuff like that, it’s like they love us or something” she started laughing and pushed me away

Olivia: “you are such a dork… but you make me feel better” she said smiling

Drake: “your smile is one of my favorite things”

Olivia: “your kiss is one of my favorites” I smiled and stepped closer to her and she closed the distance between us, and we kissed for like the first time in weeks. The sparks are still there, and the tingles in my stomach are stronger than ever. We kind of got lost in the kiss until I felt us being pulled apart. My eyes opened and Olivia and I both made whine sounds. Mr. Davis started lecturing her about boys, at the same time my dad started lecturing me about girls. I rolled my eyes and my dad smacked my bottom hard.

Drake: “Ouch! Dad” I whined, reaching back to rub

Ken: “we were looking all over for you two! You should have asked”

Drake: “we just wanted to talk...”

John: “Mmhm. it doesn’t look like your lips were doing much talking” both of our fathers continued lecturing us. and Olivia and I looked at each other and we both smiled a little bit. Worth it. Dad snapped his fingers in front of my face and I jumped

Ken: “are you even listening to me?”

Drake: “yes... we should have asked before coming outside, I’m sorry dad” he nodded. “Just stop sneaking off. next time you don’t ask, I’m spanking you” I blushed and nodded.

Drake: “yes sir”

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Kevin’s POV:

After we got Back home from Bowling one of my brothers told on me for kissing Rachel. I wasn’t planning on kissing her, especially in front of my family like that, but she kissed me, and I kissed her back. we’ve been talking a lot, and I really like her, and I know she likes me too. we aren’t official yet, I think she’s waiting for me to ask her.

Denise: “I thought you said she was just your friend, Kevin Jonas” she said crossing her arms.

Kevin: “we a-are just friends”

Paul: “Kevin, don’t lie to us”

Kevin: “Dad... I’m not” I said pouting. “but we like each other, and I want to ask her to be my girlfriend” I said nervously… I’ve had a sort of girlfriend before, but it ended terribly. And since Tay got pregnant, our parents got waayyy stricter with dating. Mom and dad looked at each other for a second.

Paul: “Kevin… We don’t know this girl at all, we don’t know anything about her, we don’t know her values, or beliefs”

Kevin: “But I know her… why do you need to know her?” they both glared at me.

Denise: “BECAUSE we are your parents”

Paul: “and because we want what’s best for you”

Kevin: “Maybe I need to decide what’s best for me this time…” I said biting my lip, hoping they don’t think I’m giving them an attitude or something. Because that’s not what I’m trying to do. “please let me date her? you told me I could date after I turned 16” I couldn’t help but whine.

Paul: “I know, but Kevin, mentally you’ve had a hard year, and after what happened with your ex, it makes me nervous, I don’t want you to get hurt again”

Kevin: “never mind… I’ll just be alone forever” I said getting up, Dad grabbed my wrist to keep me from walking away though.

Paul: “That’s not what we’re saying Kevin…”

Denise: “we just think it’s too soon”

Kevin: “But I don’t think it’s too soon...” Dad had me sit in his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Paul: “I love you Kevin, and if you REALLY think you are ready, then… you can start dating her, but I don’t want you to become her girlfriend until your mother and I get to know her”

Kevin: “really?” I said shocked… he nodded

Denise: “But ONLY double dates Kevin, no unsupervised dates”

Kevin: “but I was allowed to go on unsupervised dates before… how come I can’t now?”

Paul: “just until we feel better about you dating again… okay?” I nodded… I guess that’s understandable. I can’t wait to go on my first date with her, if she says yes.

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A few days later (SATURDAY) Denise POV:

We just got to Paul’s dad’s house, and we told the kids they could play outside for a little bit, because it was a long drive, and they need to burn some energy. Paul and I went inside.

Paul: “Dad?” he called out as we stepped into the house. We put our bags down.

Denise: “Is he home?”

Paul: “He knew that we were coming” he said shrugging as we walked around the house to look for him, we couldn’t find him though. “He probably went to the store or something” I nodded and we went into the kitchen “oh look! He made apple pie!” he said smiling and walking over and grabbing a plate.

Denise: “Are you sure you should cut into that? What if it’s for something?” Paul shrugged and put the plate on the counter next to the pie, and he grabbed a knife. I rolled my eyes.

Paul: “He knows I love apple pie, I bet you anything he made it for me” he said looking back and smiling at me, before cutting himself a piece.

Papa Jonas: “HEY! Wait until after dinner young man!” he said loudly, chuckling. Paul and I both jumped.

Paul: “fuck” he whispered, letting go of the knife, and bringing his hand up to his chest.

Papa Jonas: “PAUL! Watch your mouth!” he yelled, bringing his hand down hard on Paul’s bottom, twice. Paul winced.  

Paul: “sorry dad… you scared the crap out of me, I thought you weren’t here”

Papa Jonas: “I was in the bathroom, don’t change the subject! I don’t want that language in my home! Do you need your mouth washed out with soap?” He asked crossing his arms. Paul groaned and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Paul: “No sir. It won’t happen again”

Papa Jonas: “It better not” he said grabbing the plate Paul was going to use, and putting it back. “I know you love apple pie, but you can wait” Paul sighed and nodded.

Paul: “Yes sir. Thanks for making it” his dad smiled and pulled him into a hug.

Papa Jonas: “your welcome baby boy, I’m glad you came”

Kevin: “Moooom” he yelled through the house.

Denise: “in the kitchen” I called out. He walked in with Frankie.

Kevin: “Frankie ran into the road, two times… oooh Apple pie” he said running over to it.

Paul: “Hey! Nope! Wait until after dinner” Paul said sternly. Kevin pouted. and Paul looked at his dad and sighed loudly. “Kids” he said rolling his eyes and smirking at him… Papa Jonas and I both laughed. And I leaned down to Frankie’s level.

Denise: “Frankie, why are you running into the road?”

Frankie: “it was an accident mommy”

Denise: “I don’t think so Franklin. You did it twice, and you know you aren’t allowed to go into the road, you know better” I said glaring at him. He looked down.

Frankie: “we are p-playing catch and I has littler legs then them, I can’t run as fast… I didn’t want him to catch me” he said pouting. I hooked my thumb under his chin and made him look up at me.

Denise: “Franklin that’s not a very good reason! You are not allowed into the road unless a grown up, or your bigger brothers holding your hand, and you aren’t allowed to RUN into the street ever! You always need to stop and look both ways”

Frankie: “I’m sorry mommy”

Denise: “well, I think you need a spanking, to help you remember”

Frankie: “Noo mommy! I’ll remember!” he said with wide eyes.

Denise: “well that’s good, but you’re still getting a spanking” I said standing straight up.

Frankie: “But Kevy ran into the road too!” He whined. I looked over at Kevin and he gasped

Kevin: “Frankie, I only went into the road to get you out of it”

Frankie: “But Kevin didn’t stop to look for cars either! Why doesn’t he have to get some spanks if I have to?”

Kevin: “I was more concerned about getting you out of the road… and I did look” I sighed.

Denise: “Kevin is 16, you are only 7, and you cannot go into the road by yourself, end of discussion”

Frankie: “But-“

Papa Jonas: “Franklin!” he said in a harsh tone that made Frankie jump. “You heard your mother!” he said glaring at him. Frankie immediately broke down into tears and hugged me, and hid his face in my belly. He doesn’t like getting told off by his grandpa. None of them do.

Kevin: “Can I go back outside?” he said looking at his dad. Paul nodded.

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#Chapter 176

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Cover You in Oil, pt14

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“Ms. Manners, I will personally be picking you up from the airport in Budapest to ensure the ease of crossing the border into Latveria.” The text message pinged on her phone. She sat down on the couch with her coffee and grabbed her laptop.

“Excellent, Hans, I appreciate the confirmation. My ETA is 10pm local time, and we’ll be landing at the charter terminal. I’m looking forward to seeing the car. I never did receive any photos?” She typed back, thumbs flying across the phone keypad.

“I’m afraid the leader was unwilling to release photographs across an unsecured network. But you will be seeing the car in a matter of hours now. I apologize, I’m sure it must be inconvenient to have to wait to plan.” Hans’ response was almost immediate, and Sally realized he was anticipating the conversation.

“If the car is truly as rare as you suggest, I can understand the concern. Can you confirm any details about the engine for me?” Sally reached for her coffee, expecting the answer to take longer. She opened her email on the laptop, ready to reply to other work requests. A few quick emails later, she picked her phone back up and read Hans’ message.

“I know little about it, as it has been in storage for years, and I am afraid I have no helpful knowledge about mechanics. It looks like it might be a Mercedes, but there’s no markings to suggest it. I believe it has a 16-cylinder engine.” Sally wrinkled her nose. 16 cylinders had to be a typo. The only engines that size from the forties were from airplanes.

“Do you know if it was a custom vehicle? Are you sure 16 cylinders? Not 6?”

“Sixteen, Ms. Manners. As far as I can tell from the last look I had at it, it is a custom vehicle. It is somewhat longer than the average vehicle, and has a number of customizations to suggest it saw use during the war.”

“Well, I’m definitely intrigued, Hans. I hope I have the ability to restore it to your leader’s specifications.” Sally suddenly realized Hans hadn’t used the leader of the small nation’s name yet, and thought that was peculiar.

“I am quite certain you are capable. We are all looking forward to hosting you here.”

“I’m really excited to be coming. It’s quite an honour to be invited behind a closed border. Not something a mechanic expects to experience.”

“It’s a calculated risk to allow outsiders in, but the restoration of this vehicle needs to be perfect. And after researching various firms, your name just kept rising to the top. I am pleased that despite your announcement, you are still willing to come.” Regardless of the closed border, news certainly appeared to get into Latveria, Sally thought.

“Like I said before, we move slower in America than you do in Latveria. And Tony is a celebrity. So there’s an expectation surrounding the wedding. I’ll be glad to have it over, but I’m leaving the planning in capable hands.” Sally sought to reassure Hans that she wasn’t a wilting flower who would want to leave early with the job unfinished.

“Very well. We will do our best to accommodate any stresses on your schedule. We can discuss that more once you are here.” His response seemed to suggest he’d read between the lines, and understood the reassurances.

“I appreciate the consideration, Hans. I’ll let you know when we’ve left New York?” Sally wanted to go for a run and then soak in the hot tub before she had to meet Pepper to sample dishes for the wedding, but the protracted length of the text conversation was cutting into her time. Sam wouldn’t wait much longer.

“That would be excellent. I will meet you at the customs desk at the charter hangar.” With the final response, Sally tucked her phone in her pocket and snapped her laptop shut. She headed to the lounge, hoping Sam hadn’t given up and left without her, and found him sprawled across the couch watching some entertainment show that had covered the engagement party.

“Lots of you and Tony, and then the rest of the tally is loads of Nat, and Steve, then me, then Wanda, then Rhodey, then Clint. Barton owes me twenty bucks,” Sam laughed and dropped the remote on the coffee table in front of him without turning the TV off. The shot flashed from Sally and Tony dancing to Clint and Natasha laughing about something together while Steve scowled at them. The reporter was obviously taken with Steve and she gushed about his shoulders. Sally rolled her eyes. Steve’s shoulders were newsworthy, she supposed, but the reporter’s reaction was just a little too calculated. Sam laughed again and turned to face Sally. “You ready? You’re gonna miss these little strolls of ours?”

“Hardly. I’m barely recovered from the last run you took me on,” Sally laughed. “Maybe I’ll miss you just a little bit.” They headed to the elevator and down to the street. As they had previously, they headed out slowly, weaving in and out of walking traffic until they got into the park, where Sam sped up again. Sally pushed to keep up, but he was just a hair faster than she was comfortable, and near the end of the route through the park, she slowed by a garbage can and bent over, puking into it.

“Jesus, Sally, you should have said something!” Sam exclaimed and turned back to her. He saw a food vendor and ran over to get a bottle of water, uncapping it as he came back. She took it when he held it out, swishing her mouth out and spitting into the garbage can again before taking a long swallow.

“Shit. If that gets out, the news will have a heyday,” Sally grumbled. “It’ll be constant pregnancy rumours until I’m back.”

“It’s too soon for you to have morning sickness.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know that. And you know that. Joe Public will not be aware of the fact that I’ve been here less than two weeks, nor will they know I didn’t fall into bed with him on the first day,” Sally pointed out. Sam pursed his lips and nodded.

“Well then, let’s move it away from the garbage can. Are you finished, or do you think you can job back to the Tower?” Sam asked.

“Fuck it, let’s jog,” Sally finished the water and tossed the bottle into the recycling bin beside the food cart before following Sam out of the park at a much slower pace. Her phone started beeping when they got back into the Tower. She pulled it out of her pocket, looked at the message and thumped her head against the wall of the elevator. “For fuck’s sake.” She held the phone out to Sam so he could read the message.

“Breaking news, Tony Stark lovechild on the way?” Sam read. “Seriously? It’s been ten minutes!”

“Tony must be glued to the news. I’ll catch up with you later,” Sally grumbled and stepped off the elevator into their suite.

“That is some attractive video,” Tony commented from the couch as he watched the shaky footage from a phone camera. The picture might have been shaky, but it was beautifully in focus as Sally threw up into the garbage can. Sally dropped onto the couch beside him, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulders, and draw her against his chest. “You stink, princess.”

“Says the man watching TMZ. Just tell me that a shower will restore my dignity,” Sally whined. Tony laughed.

“It’s a good start. Come on, I’ll help peel you out of your pukey clothes.” He rose and pulled her to her feet. She groaned and followed him to the bathroom. “You aren’t pregnant, are you?”

Sally scowled and started to pull off her tank top. Tony caught the edge and helped tug it over her head. “I feel pretty confident in my no answer, but I’m not due for a few more days.”

“Because we haven’t been using protection,” Tony interjected as he pulled her sports bra over her head. “And your wedding dress won’t fit –“

“I’m not pregnant, Tony.” Sally stepped toward the shower, pushing her shorts over her hips and stepping out of them as she moved. Tony groaned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her shoulder.

“I guess I should just work harder then?” His voice was teasing, but she could tell there was an underlying wish there.

“As soon as I am back, you can practice impregnating me until you have it perfected,” Sally laughed and pulled free of his arms to turn on the shower.

“I can’t eat another bite,” Sally complained when the caterer took the chicken sample away. “Honestly, Pepper, I feel like I’ve eaten all the food in New York. How can there be more to try?”

“There’s only two more dishes,” Pepper encouraged. “Just one bite of each.”

“I’m pretty full too. I’m glad we started with the cake first,” Tony admitted. “Are you sure about the lemon, Sally? I really liked the chocolate and salted caramel.”

“The vanilla and lemon curd one was beautiful and light. Like happiness in my mouth,” Sally explained. “The chocolate and salted caramel was amazing, but not wedding cakey enough. Are groom’s cakes still a thing? That seems like it would be a perfect groom’s cake.”

“Groom’s cakes have only ever been a thing in the south, Sally,” Pepper laughed. Sally wrinkled her nose.

“Huh. Shows you how many weddings I’ve been to,” she laughed. Tony smirked, as he fiddled with his phone.

“I actually like this idea. I want a groom’s cake. Look at this one, it’s the shape of a car!” Tony held his phone up for Pepper and Sally to see. Pepper arched an eyebrow and gave Sally a knowing look. “I want one. It can be the shape of the helmet. Make it happen, Pep.”

Pepper sighed and made some notes on her tablet. “And then the wedding cake can be vanilla with lemon curd, and we’ll hide the groom’s cake in a different room, Sally?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sally laughed. Tony scowled, but let it go as the caterer dropped off two more sample plates of food in front of them. Sally sighed and took a bite of the steak. It was delicious. “Okay, this is the best thing we’ve had. Put this on the for sure list.”

“Yes,” Tony agreed through a mouthful. “The asparagus is perfect.”

“So you should probably pick a vegetarian option, and maybe a chicken dish as well,” Pepper suggested.

“That first vegetarian one, with the eggplant. It was nice,” Sally suggested. Tony nodded. Sally leaned forward and took a bite from the second dish that had been left. She shook her head. “I don’t like this chicken dish. I think the chicken with the green sauce was better. Tony?”

“I liked the BBQ chicken, if I’m completely honest. It’ll be a little messy, but it was juicier than any of the other chicken we tried,” he replied.

“That’s actually a good point. And I think it would complement the steak, if people wanted both,” Sally agreed.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Pepper laughed. Sally smiled.

“I guess not. But my stomach is still feeling a little off from my run this morning,” she admitted. “I only have one more request.”

“We’ll do our best, Sally,” Pepper agreed.

“I want a cookie bar. Like, a million different varieties of cookies,” Sally stated. Tony’s smirk stretched into a smile.

“I like that,” he agreed. Pepper scribbled on her tablet, nodding.

“Done.”

“And Pepper, since you’re doing all this organization, could I impose upon you to be my maid of honour?” Sally blurted. Pepper dropped the stylus on her tablet and looked up in surprise.

“Really?”

“I honestly don’t have any female friends in California. I feel like you and Natasha are probably the closest thing I have to good friends, if I’m totally honest,” Sally admitted. Pepper flushed.

“I would be honoured, Sally. But that leaves a question of what you want us to wear?” Pepper asked. “Assuming you’re asking Natasha as well.”

“I’ll leave it up to you. I think a dark red would look well on you both though,” Sally offered.

“And go well with the general winter theme,” Pepper agreed.

“Where is Natasha, anyhow? Is she around?” Sally asked.

“Agent Romanoff is approaching the lounge with Agent Barton,” JARVIS informed them. Sally jumped, still not comfortable with JARVIS listening in in the common areas of the building. Clint nodded toward them in greeting as they stepped off the elevator, and Natasha headed toward the table where they were sitting.

“I’m starving, what’s good eats? Clint decided he wanted to have some hand-to-hand practice and I work up such an appetite beating the shit out of him,” Natasha laughed.

“The steak is incredible.” Sally pushed her plate toward Natasha, who happily grabbed a clean fork and sliced a piece off the chunk of meat on the plate. She smiled as she chewed.

“Please tell me this is on the menu?”

“Only if you’ll be a bridesmaid,” Sally teased. Natasha nodded.

“Sure. I saw a couple of cute dresses at the second store yesterday. You want Pepper and I to take care of that while you’re gone?” She asked. Clint leaned over her shoulder and stole the piece of steak off her fork with his teeth. She elbowed him in the ribs in response. Sally bit back a laugh and nodded.

“That will likely be the only way you actually get a dress,” she admitted. Natasha laughed.

“Shall we ensure it is suitably ugly then?”

“Yes. With a huge bow right on the ass, and lots and lots of tulle,” Sally chuckled. “And really shiny. And tight.”

“And you said you didn’t have any female friends,” Clint chastised when Pepper, Natasha and Sally dissolved into giggles. Sally sobered momentarily.

“This is as close as I’ve ever been,” she admitted. “It’s pretty nice, actually.”

“Mavis phoned while Nat was beating me up. Your dress is ready. Did you want to swing over and try it on when you’re finished here?” Clint stole the fork from Natasha and reached across the table to the leftover cake.

“We’re done, why don’t you go ahead? I need to take Tony to find a tux,” Pepper interjected. Tony furrowed his brow.

“I have a tux –“

“You’re getting a new one for your wedding.” Pepper interrupted. Natasha bit her lip.

“I’ll tag along with you, Sally?” She asked. Sally nodded and linked arms with her.

“Let’s go.” She led Natasha toward the elevator, leaving Clint scavenging the food samples. “If Clint can’t keep up, I know where there’s a spare key to his car.” He dropped his fork and ran toward the elevator.

“No.” He didn’t say anything else, just pushed past them to step onto the elevator. Natasha winked at Sally and they both started laughing. “It’s not okay that there’s two women out there who have my number,” he grumbled.

“Three, Clint,” Natasha teased. “You still have a soulmate out there somewhere.”

Mavis had to be expecting them because the door swung wide as they hit the top step, and the old woman was in the hall, hustling Sally to the apartment. She pulled her along, straight into the sewing room, and shut the door before Clint or Natasha could catch up.

“Alright, lovey, let’s get this dress on. It’s so much prettier than I thought when you brought it yesterday,” Mavis folded the dress across her arm and gestured for Sally to strip. Sally pulled her t-shirt off, self-conscious of the older woman’s eyes on her. She realized Mavis had probably seen hundreds of women in their panties, and sighed and dropped her jeans as well. Mavis lifted the dress over her head, and then stepped around behind her to zip it up. She adjusted the bow, tying it in a neat loop on the right hip. It was a soft blue that accentuated the crisp whiteness of the dress. Mavis made a few indiscriminate noises, tweaking at the dress here and there, and then turned Sally to face the full-length mirror on the far side of the room. Sally gasped, and tears filled her eyes. Unbidden, her hand flew to her mouth.

“It’s perfect, Mavis,” she breathed through her fingers. She blinked back the tears and really took in the perfection of the dress. The neat darts below the bust emphasized her smaller bust, and the sash made her waist look narrower, and her hips a little curvier. Mavis had dropped the hem just enough that the dress skimmed her knees, accounting for the extra height she had on her mother, and making it the right length to be considered ‘tea-length’. She’d brought in the shoulders a little, updating the neckline enough that the dress had the look of a modern vintage style dress, rather than an actual vintage dress. And she’d tacked few layers of soft tulle into the skirt, giving it the proper fullness it had been lacking when Sally had first tried it on.

Sally threw her arms around Mavis. “Thank you so much, Mavis.”

“Let’s show Clint and Natasha?” Mavis moved toward the door, placing her hand on the knob, and at Sally’s nodded reply, drew open the door. Clint and Natasha were squabbling about something, and when Clint looked up, mid-sentence, he trailed off, his jaw dropping.

“Jesus Christ, Sal.” He let out a low whistle. “You look amazing.”

“Bohze moi,” Natasha murmured at the same time. Sally heard her phone vibrate from inside her jeans on the floor and squatted to grab it. It was a text from Tony of him in a tux.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Sally laughed and shook her head. “That would be bad luck. But that tux is nice.”

“Get Clint to tell me if you look any good. I might want out.”

“Clint, Tony wants to know if I look any good. Could you text him your opinion?” Sally winked. Clint pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed something, a wry smirk on his face. Sally’s phone buzzed in her hand and she looked back at the screen.

“The man is a menace. Don’t let him touch you.”

“He’s right. I look good.” Sally typed back. “I’m being rude, Mavis isn’t finished with me.”

Mavis tweaked and poked at her a little more, snipping a few loose threads before stepping back and nodding. “Pretty as a picture, Sally. I’ll chase these two out. Once you’re dressed, I’ll hand the dress for you so it will be easy to store until the wedding.” She unzipped the back and herded Clint and Natasha to the door. Sally quickly changed back into her clothes, and opened the studio door for Mavis, who bustled back in, hanging and bagging the dress while humming tunelessly. Sally stepped over to Natasha and Clint.

“It’s okay then?” Sally looked for reassurance.

“Do you really want me to tell you what I said to Tony? Because you’ll probably hurt me,” Clint admitted.

“I don’t need to know,” Sally replied quickly.

“I love the blue. I love how it’s going to be completely different than any of the other colours at the wedding. I love that draws the eye to your little waist,” Natasha reassured her. “I love the vintage look of it. I love the kind of theme that sets for the entire wedding.”

“Thanks, Natasha,” Sally smiled. Mavis handed Sally the bagged dress. “Now, you’re sure I owe you nothing, Mavis? There’s absolutely nothing I can do to convince you to let me pay you?”

“Just wear the dress, Sally-girl.” Mavis shook her head. “I somehow suspect my little business might see an increase in business after the society wedding of the year.”

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Sally lamented.

“Just wear the dress,” Mavis laughed, and gave Sally a quick kiss on either cheek.

“It’s our last night together for six months, Sally.” Tony paced behind her as she packed the new suitcase she’d purchased. She nodded, not even turning around.

“Exactly. Pepper wants to go over a few more things, and Natasha said something about karaoke,” Sally explained, rolling her jeans up and tucking them along the side of the case. Tony sighed and Sally stopped to look at him. His jaw was clenched and his nostrils flared, and she could see he was trying to hold back a flood of temper. She smiled and stepped forward, kissing his cheek. “And I want to get that done quickly, so you and I have time to ourselves?”

“Six months, Sally,” Tony complained. “And you want to go to karaoke with the girls?”

“Actually, karaoke with the everyone. You included,” Sally laughed.

“I don’t karaoke.”

“Tony, we have the entire flight together,” Sally implored, but Tony’s jaw was set. “But if you really feel that strongly about it, maybe there’s a compromise?”

“Compromise?” Tony sounded the word out like it was foreign.

“Anthony Stark, you are not just going to sulk your way into making me change my mind. Clint has been on me, almost since I got here, about how closed off I am, and how I need to make friends. And now I’m headed somewhere where I can almost guarantee I won’t be getting chummy with anyone. These women are, quite honestly, my only friends. So here’s where I implore to your ego, my darling. I only have them because of you. Please. Let’s go be social for a while. We’ll be back here by ten. Lights out by midnight on account of the flight in the morning. No booze tonight because dehydration.”

“We’ll be alone by ten and lights out at midnight?” Tony asked. “So we get two hours to enjoy the comforts of my pillowtop mattress and then any other goodbyes need to be said on the plane? Which is not the most comfortable location, but I’ll be happy to welcome you to the mile high club.”

“We’ll only get two hours in bed if you shut up and let me pack. Otherwise you’ll get whatever is left once I zip this bad boy closed,” Sally nodded toward the suitcase.

“And when are we supposed to be meeting everyone?” Tony asked. Sally glanced at the clock on her phone.

“About forty-five minutes.” She turned back to the suitcase and started tucking more items into the bag, adjusting every so often. She unrolled and rerolled the same pair of jeans twice, to get them tucked in neatly.

“You know you have no baggage limit,” Tony commented as she folded a pair of underwear in on itself enough times that he was worried it would dematerialize.

“I don’t like having more than one bag. I’ve got my suitcase, and a backpack with my toiletries, purse, laptop, tablet, blah blah blah. And I have a small box with coveralls that currently fits in the suitcase. So on the return trip, I’m hoping I can stuff everything in the suitcase. I’m not planning on bringing home the coveralls.” Sally wedged the box in question into the bottom corner of the suitcase.

“It’s not like you’re going to be reenacting the great escape, Sally,” Tony quipped. Sally felt a shiver run down her spine.

“It’s a country with closed borders that no one really knows anything about. It’s not paranoid if you have no idea what you’re walking into,” Sally countered. Tony sat down on the bed beside the suitcase and looked up at Sally, taking in the furrows in her brow as she concentrated on fitting every last scrap of clothing on the bed into the suitcase. He sighed and scrubbed his hand across his hair, aware he was probably going to look more mad-scientist than billionaire-genius-playboy-philanthropist if he kept mussing it, and not really caring.

“Okay, maybe we should talk about this,” he started.

“In the forty-five minutes I should be packing, or in the two hours you have slated enjoying the comforts of your pillowtop mattress?” Sally blushed, still somewhat uncomfortable with such frank reference to sex. Tony smirked and patted the bed beside him.

“Princess, your safety is far more important that punishing the springs in this bed,” he started, enjoying the blush that was rapidly spreading across Sally’s cheeks. He pulled her down beside him. “What are you worried about?”

“It’s a foreign country that no one knows anything about,” Sally restated. “Hans, my contact, has hardly been forthcoming about the car, which sounds like it’s some sort of mythical creature. If the car actually exists, and I restore it, the cred it gives the business is unreal.”

“What motivation would they have to bring you over otherwise? This is going to sound arrogant, and I actually don’t care, but this job was in the works before I was in the picture, so it’s not like there’s some plot afoot to snatch my girl,” Tony shrugged.

“And I have no value otherwise?” Sally cocked an eyebrow.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Tony returned her look and then rolled his eyes. “You’re an amazing mechanic, and a beautiful woman, but why go to the trouble of searching you out of seven billion other people on this planet and then concocting a harebrained scheme about a car that doesn’t exist just to lure you over? If you had some sort of history with the guy hiring you, sure, but otherwise, I’m just not sure what the connection is.”

“Sure, make me sound insane,” Sally laughed. “It’s probably just nerves. I’ve never been anywhere that doesn’t speak English as the first language before, so it’s probably just a little fear of the unknown.”

“Okay, so it’s nerves. Let’s manage it just as though there is some big freaky threat. Let’s set up a secret phrase that will clue me in that something is wrong. Say you’ve discovered a world destroyer in the garage, or an army of super villains planning to take over. What’s something completely innocuous that we could discuss that would clue me in that something is very very wrong?” Tony prompted.

“I don’t know. You’re the superhero,” Sally laughed. “I get it, I’m being an idiot.”

“I’m serious, princess. Let’s have a secret code phrase. I’ll ask you, every time we speak, how you’re enjoying the weather. If everything is fine, you can just answer like a normal person would. It’s getting colder, it was warmer today, there’s snow, there’s no snow, whatever,” Tony led. “If there’s something bugging you, how are you going to answer?”

Sally pursed her lips in thought and met Tony’s eyes after a moment. “I really miss surfing.”

“That makes no sense,” Tony laughed.

“No, Tony, it makes perfect sense. You’re thinking like a superhero. I’m thinking like a girl from California who’s never had to endure a winter with snow. Particularly not a winter with snow in a landlocked country. Trust me, at some point in the next six months, I’m going to be going nuts to touch the ocean,” Sally replied.

“So what if it slips out because you’re not getting enough sun and you miss the surf?” Tony asked.

“If it’s our secret code phrase, it won’t. But it also won’t be something unexpected if our conversations are being monitored,” Sally shrugged.

“Okay then. You miss surfing.” Tony ran a hand through her hair and pulled her close to kiss her cheek. “Better?”

“It’s a start,” Sally smiled, and looked at her phone again. “Time to meet the gang.” She pushed herself to her feet and tucked the last couple of things into the suitcase, zipping it shut quickly.

“Are you really done?” Tony asked.

“I am.”

“Really, really?”

“Really, really, Tony.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to check out the comfort of the –“

“Let’s go before I decide I want to stay out all night,” Sally cut him off. She took him by the hand and led him to the elevator, calling the car before he could get a word in.

Someone had been busy in the lounge. There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, and multicoloured lights directed it, sending bright orbs of coloured light around the room. There was a couple of microphones on stands about six feet out from the huge TV that took up most of the far wall, and the couches had been rearranged so that people not performing could watch either the TV or the person singing. The island in the kitchen was covered in food – meats, cheese, crackers, chips, dips, veggie trays, fruit with some mysterious dip that Sally soon discovered was delicious. There was a giant metal bucket on the floor beside the kitchen island, filled with ice and beer, and there were already three or four empty beer bottles in the kitchen sink. Pepper smiled as she approached them, casual in a tank top and jean shorts. Her feet were bare, and she had her hair up in a ponytail.

“Surprise! This is your fun, low-key engagement party.” Jazz hands accompanied the announcement and Sally couldn’t help but laugh. “Family only.”

Sally looked around, and sure enough, it was just the usual suspects. Sam and Natasha were flipping through a binder that Sally suspected held the song list for the karaoke machine. Steve and Clint were standing at the food, filling up plates. Rhodey was talking with a tall man whose back was to them, but Sally assumed, based on the impossibly broad shoulders and long blond hair that he must be Thor.

“Oh, maybe we can find out if he’ll let me braid his hair,” Sally murmured with a wink to Tony. Tony choked on his drink.

“Pep, this is a problem,” Tony coughed. Pepper turned to him, eyebrow raised. “It’s not that it isn’t looking like a great time. Because it is. But Sally and I need to be back in our suite at ten pm. You know how I hate to reschedule coitus.”

Pepper rolled her eyes and headed to the microphone. “Tony is going to start us off tonight guys! Pick something as ridiculous as he is, Tash.”

Natasha smirked and punched in a song selection as Tony shrugged and approached the mic. The title came up on the screen and he groaned, and then turned to wink at Sally. When the intro started, Sally burst out laughing. She grabbed a beer and plopped down on the couch between Sam and Natasha.

“Children behaaaaaaaaave! That’s what they say when we’re together!” Tony was instantly, immediately into it. Sally was unsure why she was surprised, as her soulmate had a goofy, attention-seeking streak that was a beautiful, direct contrast to her need to be out of the spotlight. As the chorus peaked, he grabbed Steve, and pulled him into his arms. “And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, I think we’re along now!” He pulled Steve even closer, and hitched a leg around his thigh. Steve rolled his eyes, allowing Tony to climb all over him.

“Steve is way cooler than I figured he’d be,” Sally commented. Natasha laughed.

“He’s remarkably liberal considering his generation. And seriously, he puts up with Tony’s shenanigans much better than Rhodey does. Rhodey would not allow Tony to – what exactly is he doing right now, licking him? Yeah, Rhodey would be scraping him off like a barnacle,” Natasha laughed. Steve surprised everyone by grabbing the second microphone and singing along during the second verse before dropping the mic and tackling Tony during the repeat of the chorus. Sally shrieked with laughter as Tony squawked in surprise.

“Steve’s been planning this for months,” Sam explained through waves of amused laughter. “Every time we have a karaoke night, Tony does something to torment him, and he finally decided to play the player. Oh shit! That looks like it might have backfired!” Sam started laughing again and Sally looked back to the men. Tony had seen through Steve’s ruse and had pulled him into a deep kiss. Steve pulled free, laughing, and helped Tony to his feet.

“You’re not going to win, Cap,” Tony laughed. “But good try. You’re a little rusty, you need to get out more.”

Steve dropped onto the couch beside Natasha, shaking his head. “Next time, tiger,” she teased, ruffling his hair.

“Sorry Sally, I didn’t think he’d kiss me,” Steve leaned across Natasha to apologize. Sally shook her head, laughing.

“Not a problem, Steve,” Sally replied, honestly. Clint selected a song and as it loaded, shoved Tony out of the way, and righted the mic stands.

“I was going to dedicate this to Steve, but after Tony’s show, I don’t even know how I can compete. Tony, if I sing this to Sally, am I allowed to make out with her like you did Steve?” Clint winked at Sally. Tony shook his head from the kitchen, where he was grabbing a beer.

“It’s not in your best interest,” he called back as the opening of the song surged.

“Spoilsport,” Clint turned back to the TV. “Nat, I’m gonna need your help with this. If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says fifteen miles to the -” He tossed the second mic at her, and she stood up.

“Love shack!” They had obviously sung the song together before, Sally realized. It was professional in its precision. And they had silly dance moves. Natasha collapsed beside her, out of breath, when the song ended.

“Do you sing, Sally?” she asked.

“Not really,” Sally admitted.

“Don’t believe her. When she thinks no one is in the garage, she really gets into the music,” Clint offered. Sally swatted him.

“I’ll sing next,” Steve deflected the conversation away from Sally, and Sally smiled at him, grateful for it.

“Do you even know any modern music?” Sam asked. “I’ve seen your record collection. You think that Elvis Presley kid is a real up and comer.”

“Shut up, Sam,” Steve entered his song selection. As soon as the intro came on, everyone groaned. The groaning quickly turned into laughter as Steve started the weird shuffling dance that went along with the song. “We’re no strangers to looooove. You know the rules, and so do I!”

“Dude, I can’t believe you’re Rick-rolling us!” Sam cackled.

“I can’t believe he knows what Rick-rolling is, but that dance suggests he definitely does.” Tony squeezed onto the couch between Sam and Sally.

“Sadly, I am not familiar with this song. It is a catchy tune though.” Thor and Rhodey had finally finished their conversation, and he settled on the couch opposite everyone else, holding a flask and a bottle of beer. Natasha dissolved into giggled, and crossed the room to sit beside Thor and explain what exactly was happening. Thor just shook his head, as though he despaired for humanity.

“We don’t make fun of your need to Bilgesnipe hunt, Thor. Don’t make fun of our cultural pursuits,” Clint shot. Sally laughed even harder.

“I hardly think Rick-rolling a room full of superheroes is a cultural pursuit,” Sally managed, reaching for her beer. She swallowed and choked, as a wave of giggles hit her at the wrong time. Sam leaned across Tony to smack her on the back. When Steve was finished singing, he winked at Natasha and flopped back on the couch on the other side of Sam. Sally looked around the room, full of the laughter and camaraderie of brothers-in-arms and reflected on the family she was gaining, just because of her soulmark, and realized how lucky she was. The whole group, with the exception of Thor, who hadn’t even been introduced yet, had accepted her based on Tony’s response to her. A shiver ran across her shoulders and she stood to grab another beer and something to eat as Sam selected a song. Thor followed her to the kitchen.

“Rhodey speaks highly of you, Sally,” he opened, reaching into the pail for a beer. Sally flushed.

“Unfortunately, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind, and I don’t feel like I know everyone terribly well yet. I’m glad he thinks I’m okay,” Sally admitted.

“The way that Tony carries himself has changed, just in the short time since I’ve been gone. That is enough for me. He has been nihilistic in the past. He seems to have found something worth living for now. It’s a pleasure to see, Sally, and a pleasure to meet such a powerful woman.” Thor drank from his beer, a look of thoughtful appraisal on his face.

“I’m hardly powerful compared to even the least of the people in this room,” Sally laughed.

“You are exceptional, Sally,” Thor corrected. “On Asgard, finding your soul’s mate can take thousands of years. We do not bear our marks from the onset of the transition to adulthood, like you do on Midgard. Our marks appear in the moment that we meet, and they are not always a guarantee that we will be well matched. When you live as long as the Aesir do, the danger to be set in your ways, and uncompromising? Well, it is a great risk. I had always felt Tony was going to be like we are, but I’ve seen a softening in him. At home, you might be seen as a powerful witch to be able to change a man like him so quickly.”

“That’s reassuring.” Sally arched an eyebrow. “Witchcraft isn’t looked upon positively here, Thor.”

“Affairs of the heart often make men fearful of the power that women have,” Thor nodded. “And love can make fools of us all.”

“That’s also not the most reassuring thing in the world,” Sally laughed. Thor looked confused for a moment and then laughed as well.

“Perhaps not, but I hold to what I have said. You have wrought powerful change in Tony’s heart. His closest friend has seen it and is fond of your influence already. That should be a reassurance more important than my words,” he explained.

“You know, Tony figured it wouldn’t be long before he caught me braiding your hair,” Sally laughed. Thor’s smile froze and he glanced over at where Tony was describing something with broad hand gestures to Rhodey and Steve.

“That is a far more intimate act than he realizes, and not one he would want to catch us in.” His tone was serious and Sally’s brow furrowed in confusion. And then she laughed as she understood what Thor was implying.

“Yeah, no.” She held up a hand. “The implication was that I’d win you over with my remarkable charm and we’d hang out. I think he is just as overwhelmed as I am at how quickly this has all happened, and how easy the transition has been for you all to accept me.” Thor’s smile relaxed and he nodded.

“Darcy has made similar comments about hair care and made reference to something she calls girl talk,” Thor said. “This must be what Tony meant as well.”

“I’m rarely sure what I mean these days,” Tony interrupted. He slipped an arm around Sally’s waist and kissed her cheek. “I hope you don’t mind the interruption, but I am stealing my girl away. If we don’t leave now, I’ll turn into a pumpkin.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand –“

“I’ll explain!” Steve offered, interrupting. “It’s from a movie. Good night Sally. Have a safe trip. I’m curious to hear about that car.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll say goodbye in the morning, Sal,” Natasha called from the couch. Clint nodded, pinned under Natasha’s legs.

“I’ll meet you at the airport in the morning to go over the last minute details of your flight itinerary and any last wedding –“

“Pepper, I said pumpkin. It is 9:58, and I’m just not interested in you people seeing me with orange skin. You can bore us to tears in the morning. Goodnight everyone!” Tony interrupted, leading Sally back to the elevator. When the doors closed, he pressed her up against the back wall, skimming his hands along her waist. His head dipped to trail his lips along her neck. “Christ, I thought we’d never be alone.”

Sally laughed. “Yes, that three minute goodbye was excruciating.”

“Three more minutes to ourselves that we won’t get back.” Tony’s breath was hot on her collarbone. He led her directly to the bedroom when they got off the elevator.

“We have an intercontinental flight alone tomorrow,” Sally pointed out.

“That’s only six hours, princess,” he murmured, pushing her into the bed.

“You only have two hours right now,” she countered as he tugged her shirt over her head. He pulled his own shirt off and chucked it on the floor beside hers, before climbing on the bed beside her.

“That gives me eight hours to make sure you don’t forget me.” He pulled her against him, taking her mouth roughly.

“We are beginning our descent into Budapest. Please fasten your seatbelts.” The pilot’s voice came over the intercom. Sally had fallen asleep somewhere over the Atlantic, curled into Tony’s side. He nudged her gently to waken her.

“We’re almost here, Sally.” Sally stretched and looked out the window at the city below, then sat up properly and fastened the belt across her lap. Tony slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. “It suddenly seems a lot more real, princess.”

“Yeah. I kind of wish I’d worn my ring now,” Sally commented. Tony smirked and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the ring and slipped it onto her finger.

“I’m really glad you said that,” he admitted. “I would have felt like an idiot just taking your engagement ring out for a flight around the world.”

The plane taxied to a stop at the charter terminal. “Air traffic has asked that we stay on board until a customs agent can meet us. They’ll deplane you and Ms. Manners and see Ms. Manners through customs and to her contact.” The pilot’s voice came over the speaker. A few minutes later there was a knock on the plane’s hatch. The flight attendant pulled the level to unseal the portal and a very official looking woman peered into the plane. She wore a stern look, her brows knit together and lips pursed. She brought to mind a cold-war caricature to Sally.

“Sara Manners and Anthony Stark? You are the only two deplaning?” She asked. Tony nodded, and rose, helping Sally with her bags. Sally offered her passport to the official and handed Tony’s to her when he held it out. The woman glanced over the passports, and pulled a stamp from her breast pocket. She held Sally’s passport against the bulkhead and stamped it, handing it back to her, and then did the same with Tony’s. Sally passed his passport back to him in exchange for her bag.

“Is this your only bag, Ms. Manners?” She asked. Sally nodded. “Allow me to escort you to your contact. He arrived just a few moments before we cleared you for landing.” The woman offered to take Sally’s bag.

“Did you need to search it?” Sally asked.

“Should I need to?” The woman asked.

“No, nothing illicit in there,” Sally laughed. The woman cracked what Sally suspected was a rare smile.

“As you are headed directly for a land border, I am not terribly concerned, Ms. Manners. Will Ms. Stark be joining us on our walk?” Her tone was warmer, and Sally realized that even as far away as Budapest there was celebrity gossip and she and Tony hadn’t left the headlines since their story broke. The woman probably hadn’t been cold, but nervous.

“He will. One final goodbye until Christmas,” Sally admitted. Tony took Sally’s bag and walked down the metal staircase from the plane ahead of Sally. They followed the customs agent to the terminal. A tall, undeniably handsome man was standing near the generic desk the charters used for paperwork, his hands clasped behind his back. His suit was perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders, and he wore a bored look. The only detraction in the whole package was a tiny scar on his cheek, which didn’t ruin his handsome face, but rather emphasized how remarkably handsome he was. Sally shivered as he turned his gaze on them. His eyes were cold, and intelligent.

“Ms. Manners, this is your escort, Hans,” the customs agent introduced. Hans stepped forward, offering his hand. Sally wasn’t surprised by the strength of his grip, but by his need to hold her hand so firmly. As if he had something to prove. He gave the same powerful handshake to Tony.

“Sally, Mr. Stark. A pleasure to meet you both. I hate to be brief, but the day grows short, and nighttime driving in Latveria can be treacherous. Our infrastructure has not been the priority that our robotics industry has been.” Hans attempted to rush their goodbyes. Sally nodded in understanding and turned back to Tony.

“I’ll send you a message when we’re safely in Doomstadt.” Sally linked her fingers with Tony’s. He nodded and met her eyes.

“If you decide you miss the waves too much, let me know, and I’ll break it to your Mom that Christmas will be in California instead of New York.” Tony’s words carried the double meaning, reminding Sally of their secret code. Sally smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

“I’m looking forward to skating and Rockefeller Plaza. I’m sure the surf will still be there in spring.” Sally’s words were almost too bright. Her lips grazed across his, and Tony pulled her into her arms.

“Be safe, Princess. I love you,” he murmured against her hair.

“I love you. Have a safe flight home. Let me know when you’re tucked into the Tower,” Sally demanded. Tony smiled and brushed his lips against hers one more time. Sally slowly pulled away, taking her bag from Tony and turning back to Hans.

“If you are ready, Sally?” Hans asked. Sally nodded and followed him out of the terminal into the late afternoon. A dark, official vehicle was waiting at the curbside and the chauffeur first bowed to Hans and then opened the door. Hans gestured for Sally to step into the vehicle, taking her suitcase from her and handing it to the driver. He then climbed in behind her.

Sally heard the driver stow her bag in the trunk and felt him sit in the driver’s seat. “Doomstadt, sir?”

“Sally, Doomstadt is a fair distance, do we need to stop for take-away before we continue? The car is stocked with snacks and drinks, but if you are hungry –“

“I’m fine, Hans, thank you for considering that,” Sally interrupted.

“Let’s continue to the border then, Erhard,” Hans responded. The car pulled away from the curb and Sally watched as the more modern airport terminal vanished behind them, and they headed south through agricultural farmland. Sally stifled a yawn early in the drive.

“If you are tired, Sally, please, rest. The drive is a close to four hours,” Hans offered.

“I’ve never been to this part of the world before. I don’t want to miss a thing,” Sally declined. “Tell me more about Latveria while we drive? There’s so little known about the country.”

Hans nodded and described the rich cultural history of Latveria. He talked about the Romani people who settled most of the area and the previous monarchies that had done little other than exploit the people of the country. He spoke of recent innovations and improvements to technology and manufacturing under the current monarch, and Sally noticed the prideful way he spoke.

“Will I be meeting your king?” Sally asked. “It’s his car, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he nodded. “I have a confession to make, Sally.” He paused for effect. Sally nodded and looked at him expectantly.

“I am the Emperor of Latveria. My name is Victor von Doom,” he explained. Sally blinked and then stared at the handsome man seated across from her.

“Oh dear god. I’ve been super familiar with you. What should I be calling you? Your Highness?” Sally swallowed thickly. The man, Victor, she reminded herself, smiled.

“The honorific for an emperor is actually Your Majesty, but Victor will be fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be the ugly tourist, barging into your country and being inappropriate,” Sally asked.

“I absolutely insist, Sally. If I am welcome to use your first name then you must use mine,” Victor explained.

“You’re so young to be an emperor. How is that different than a king?” She blurted, then clapped her hand to her mouth. “Shit, I’m sorry. That’s probably super rude. Crap, I guess swearing is inappropriate too.”

“Sally, we are alone in a car together. Relax. I’ll let you know if there’s ever going to be situations where you need to behave a certain way, but you are coming to my country as my guest. No one will question you.”

“I think I’ll take that nap now. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed,” Sally admitted, and allowed her eyes to close. She turned every conversation she and Victor had had over in her mind as she dozed on and off. Now that she knew he was merely acting as his own attaché, much of his behaviour made sense. The diplomatic escort into Latveria made more sense. She finally relaxed enough to nap, and was immediately sucked down into twirling chaotic dreams about a car with too many cylinders and a man who hid who he was.

#avengers fanfic #tony stark x OFC

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2018-09(AUG)-26th--August--Sunday---no rain--utter despair without being with dear Fliss--woke up around 4am and considered suiciding.

2018-09(AUG)-26th--August--Sunday---no rain--utter despair without being with dear Fliss--woke up around 4am and considered suiciding.

Overnight it was VERY cold, even with the gas heater on, and even being under the blankets, and with poor dear Sam and poor desar Max on the bed with me cuddling up close because it was so damned cold...and because dear Fliss is not with us as they also used to cuddle up with her closely too and kept her warm.

Poor Max is still in a lot of pain,

I was bleeding last night. Quite a lot of blood from such a small wound. It was entertaining to watch how much blood came out of me...but I had to stem the blood flow because it was messily covering everything and the poor dear dogs were starting to lap at it wherever it fell.

And it was VERY COLD outside. And VERY WET with condensation, almost as bad as if it had been raining heavily.

I KNOW YOU DON'T CARE. I'm just painting a mental picture for you of facts.

Shitheads loudly making noise and shit and roaming the streets last night. And of course the next day there was crime shit in the news(s).

Right up until 10pm and then suddenly thugs on the street went quiet and vanished.

Poor Sam and poor Max both became distressed several times overnight from the wandiring shitheads in the streets.

I wish I still had my guns.....

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Woke up well before dawn because shithedas had aoken poor Sam and poor Max and they both thought that dear Fliss had arrived here...and sodid I. - After they came back inside from doing their ablutions outside, here were VERY heavily depressed. I had to call poor Sam away from him looking out forlornly and terribly so sad. Then I fed them. And once again we all went outside again. It was colder still.

I put the gas heater back on for them and me because it was so damned cold. I'll be blamed for that and made to feel like shit.

We went back to bed. Didn't sleep but poor dear Sam and dear Max did. I got up out of bed, still cold, and went to the nearby shop and got a fresh bread loaf, fresh milk and sliced bread. We all had some of that for breakfast.

I was denied going back to sleep again.

I checked the weather report forecast and there is going to be DAYS of VERY heavy rain coming, so this afternoon I've spent hours in pain carefully cleaning up the yard and more so I don't have to do it when it's going be be pouring down with heavy rain. But I'm never given any kudos for any of that thinking. I just get blamed later when it rains. It's ALWAYS my fucking fault it rains and whenever shit-for-brains gets soaked.

I was the only one in the streets today mowing the grass whilst others were drunkenly yelling out and carrying on. Some residents grass height is absolutely huge. The heavy rains to come will only make it all worse. I'm not fucking well mowing THEIR grass for them. Fuck 'em.

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I initially thought today was Monday because I've had so very very little sleep, and triple short sleeps, and what sleep I had was terrible and with nightmares of me looking for dear Fliss and of her being injured somewhere and nobody let me be anywhere near here or told me where she was. That was some of the nightmare I woke up from.

Welcome to then being suicidal. It's the only thing I've got ahead of me in this shitty fucking life.

Fed poor Sam and poor Max and took them outside and they performed ablutions ALL OVER the damned yard, which I then had to clean up for hours. Went back to bed. Then got some bread. Which I shared mightily with poor dear Sam and dear Max. Then laid down again in pain. Until Poor Sam and poor Max leapt off the bed in a huge panic because some guy walking the streets outside with 4? yappy small dogs were just outside our place and looked like was going to actually come inside the yard. Why? Who knows, fuck knows......

Other dogs all around went ballistic too and poor Sam and poor Max had to be taken outside by me in case they needed to more ablutions (they did), and once again I had to clean it all up AGAIN....and it was then I decided to get up in the cold (but not VERY COLD anymore) and do the yard work which took many hours and has left me in a lot of pain.

It all looks neat and tidy as best it can, far better than all the other places about this hellhole area. But it's all fucking pointless.....

I've had a hot shower, the first one in days since I'm not allowed to have any more because apparently according to the 'great sage' of bullshit and brainlessness, I use too much water....FFS........and that's a fucking lie. -- The COST of water has skyrocketted here and has been implemented but that fool just blames ME for the rising water bill cocts despite us using FAR LESS WATER THAN WE HAVE EVER EVER USED IN OUR TIME HERE IN 50 YEARS OR MORE....

And this is the SAME person that CONSTANLY leaves taps running water ....taps I am ALWAYS running around and turning off. Whenever I've tried to tell him that it's HIM leaving them running, he gets angry, irrattional, and is prone to violence. - Yeah, I'm in fucking shitty hell.

Poor Sam and poor Max have not had their full quota of food. They're abluting far too much outside, which I'm constantly cleaning up. They do NOT go hungry. I feed then some of my food when I have some on the rare times when I do actually eat.

I'm feeling VERY VERY weak and tired and dizzy. I'm going to take something and go to bed and hopefully I can sleep. But will be DENIED sleep because of shitheads outside. ie. there's three sets of tyre burnouts on the street just outside my bedrom window, and then there's the loud motrobikes tearing around at all hours....some come and go through the pedestrian walkway....no police sirens as usual being after them.....the shits use the pedestrian walkways to evade Police....it's common and all the criminals do it.....and it's passed on to others so that it's adopted as being 'normal' at this fucking hellhole area.....

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Whilst I was trying to go to sleep last night amongst some of that shit going on, I VERY foolishly had dear hopes and dreams of being with dear Fliss and away from this hellhole.

It's been 'fine' weather but very cold the past few days. Rain will replace all that. Heavy rain, thunderstroms and so on. Power outages you name it.

With a bit of luck, some shitheads will get killed by accidents or whatever. But that's never a certainty.

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I think my (own copies) of my legal Will has been stolen by shit-for brains. As well as dear Fliss's Wills. - All my worldly belongings is legally down in my legal WIll to dear Fliss, Felicity Ann Carthew. I made that legal Will many years ago with dear Fliss when she was here with me and imbecile was right off his brain, VERY VIOLENT, and insane. - YEARS LATER....He STILL wanders the house talking to himself all the time, louldy at times, and he sputters and curses and swears and has full conversations with imaginary people in his demented talkings. Since it's all coming out of his own demented head, they of course agree with everthing he says to them. (unlike in real life of course).

Poor dear Sam and poor dear Max are forever upset and on-edge because of this madman. He doesn't care for them at all. and considers them utter pests for getting in his way for walking or just existing near him.

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Getting tired......taking something (repsonsibly) to accelerate myself to being unconscious and to sleep......a sleep I am NEVER EVER ALLOWWED TO FULFILL HAVING.......

So fuck this shitty uncaring world.

I wish I could win Lotto big and restart a life anew with dear Fliss.

I believe SHE IS SUFFERING, but I have no details of other information.

I have been lied about and falsly blamed for all of dear Fliss's terrible mental maladies and physcal problems, and I have become a convenient whipping boy so Fliss's family doen't have to tell anyone ANYTHING in the world the real truths of dear Fliss and of the family themselves.

All THAT was constantly preying, upon dear Fliss increasinly so, in dear Fliss's mind as she was forever trying to battle her demons in her head and body as well as the ones from her family and relations, both real and imaginary, as wwell as at her workplaces where she was also victimised.

I lovingly protected dear Fliss from so much........

But I have been BLAMED and LIED ABOUT for SO MUCH........

All I want to be is reunited with dear Fliss and living a normal proper life without her being persecuted and blamed for every little tiny thing that goes wrong in her life........or our lives together....

But nobod cares about dear Fliss and myself. Nobody want to help. And nobody can help.

And fucking nightmares and night horrors are once more an almost constant state of being for me again. Any and everything I have tried for years to lovingly reuinite dear Fliss and myself has been thwarted and destroyed by others, and all blame smashed down upon me. - All contact with dear Fliss has been destroyed and us both kept from ANY open communication. And this has been going on for so many YEARS......

OH for fucks sake.......NOW THIS is started just before it got dark...a VERY noisy LOUD motorbike (unregistered heap of shit no doubt) has just come tearing out of the pedestrian walkway, road along the roads and to the Koongamia shops where abo kids cheered it on then it returned at speed and went back through the pedestrian walkway to one of the many abo crimnal households in Bellevue there. -- So much for trying to fucking sleep! -- I hold no faith in the Western Australian Police in EVER stopping these fucking shits, and criminals.....THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR SO MANY MANY MANY MANY YEARS.......

With good luck, the fuckers will end up dead in fatal incidents hereabouts or elsehere....it's traditional....and a forever huge source of monetary 'compensation' to the ones who have brought them up to be shitty criminals......

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

ALWAYS remember Fliss that I ALWAYS wanted to be with YOU. ALWAYS! - So does poor dear Sam and poor dear Max. They miss you TERRIBLY and they howl for you in their sleep!

Criminals and shitheads rising up again at this hellhole area.....I wish I still had my guns......but I was foolish and 'reponsible' because many years ago I handed them all in to Police for destruction all my legal firearms in with a huge amount of ammunition. - What a fool I was.

I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

Dear Cath in Queensland, I miss you too. (you were Fliss's closest friend in Australia).....all her other 'friends' were all over the world...'internet friends'........many were fake friends though......

All my other friends in my life who have all wandered away with their own lives and families....I've missed you all too.

I've missed being surrounded by real people who are honest and can be trusted....not like the scum about this hellhole area.........

I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

Oh, and one last thing.....the moment I try to post this entry up online, Tumblr fucks me around and stops me from logging on to my account and demands it send a password to me so I can log in THAT way. - WELL...I'm STILL FUCKING WAITING 40 minutes later!!! -- How many fucking times does this happen...FFS........

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Swimming at Night wasn't a Good Idea

My new home was an absolute steal - I was looking for a place near my office, and here came this unit with a price tag that was less than half of the other apartments in the area. One hell of a lowballer - I don’t know whether it was against regulations or not, or if there was some hidden catch, but I immediately snatched up the offer to look at the house. I wasn’t about to let a good deal go to waste.

When I arrived at the condominium, I was hooked the moment I saw the pool. It isn’t Olympic-sized, but it’s big enough for a relaxing swim after a tough day of work. It measures 2.5 metres deep at one end and 1.2 metres at the other. At the shallower end, there’s a slide that was built to look like it was carved into a boulder. It definitely won’t look out of place at a resort.

After that, I didn’t really catch what the agent had to say about the rest of the facilities in the condominium, or about the flat itself. You see, I love swimming, and the pool looked like the perfect match for my hobby. I am a man of simple things - my new home was cheap, had a pool for my favourite exercise, and was close to my workplace. What else could I ask for? Except of course, why the price was so low. According to the agent, someone had died in the apartment before, of which the circumstances were unclear to him. Most of the past tenants really didn’t like living in the unit - the most recent of them left after only a month, and the house has been empty for quite some time now. Since the landlord couldn’t find anyone willing to rent the place, he decided to sell it instead.

Yeah, I read horror stories a lot and enjoy the escape from reality, but I don’t really believe in the supernatural, or any superstitions about homes that have witnessed deaths. And I wasn’t keen on shelling out much more money on other places that probably didn’t have such a good swimming pool, so I signed the papers and got the keys as soon as I could.

I can’t go extremely fast, or swim non-stop for super-long distances, or even hold my breath for longer than two minutes. But what I can do, is enjoy myself immensely in the water. To me, nothing can compare to the feeling of waves caressing my skin as I slice through the water. No other liquid is able to effortlessly wash away an entire day of pent-up stress. As I swim, every stroke allows me to stretch my body and regain flexibility in cramped muscles. The incessant lapping of ripples against my body erodes away the tension built up by hours of hunching over in my office chair. Swimming is my perfect way to recharge after eight hours of downing stale coffee, getting buried in paperwork and facing annoying colleagues.

At my first swim at the pool, I found out many things. Firstly, my estimation of the size of the pool is correct - the pool is indeed big enough for a comfortable swim. Secondly, the best time to swim is from 6 to 7pm, when the sun is conveniently behind the block and the pool is shielded from the glare, but the water is bright and warm enough after an afternoon of blazing hot weather. Thirdly, the slide isn’t exactly smooth - I could stick out my feet to stop sliding, even with wet feet. Lastly, there’s a kid that likes to stare at me swim.

He swims fast, and is able to hold his breath for a long, long time. I watched in disbelief as he dived in and swam the length of the pool in one breath. Which is like, 35 metres? Damn, that’s some impressive lung capacity.

But most of the time, he just stands in the shallow end, watching me swim lap after lap. At first, I thought it was kinda cute to have some ten-year-old watching me swim, but when I took a break after my tenth lap, I realised he had been looking at me for the entire time.

I waved at him. He ignored my greeting, choosing to instead continue staring at me. It was strange how a young boy could have such a cold gaze that threatened to bore a hole into my skull. Most kids I came across are neither as still nor as quiet as this small guy. He looked at me so sternly, I found myself asking what I had done to piss off the little fella.

Before I could utter a word to him, the child got out of the pool, gathered his stuff, and left the area. What an odd neighbour. I wonder if he was a frequent user of the pool, considering his swimming prowess. Perhaps he was just taking some time to survey this new resident. But that didn’t explain why he gave me a look like I just killed his parents in front of him.

I didn’t really see him for the next few days, which didn’t really bother me because I was genuinely enjoying my life in this new place. Commute was a breeze, the window provided a good view of the city, there was good reception in this area, etc. I couldn’t find any fault with the unit, and totally didn’t understand why the past tenants couldn’t stand living here. This place was heaven.

I was taking a break during my fifth swim, when I heard a voice above me. “You.”

Turning around, I found myself looking up at the strange boy from days before. He was lying down on the slide, but due to its angle, he was in an almost upright position. With the same frigid expression on his face. “Hey kiddo! Nice to meet you. I’m Matt, from -”

“#07-01.” He completed my sentence.

“Well, someone’s been paying attention.” I offered the most sincere smile I could muster, hoping he could warm up to me. We would be using this pool together very often, after all.

“#07-01 is haunted.” He continued with the same emotionless voice. He never blinked, his gaze never wavering in intensity.

“Oh, er, sure.” What else was I supposed to say when someone accused my house of being haunted? “What….what makes you think so?”

“My friend killed herself in this pool. She lived in #07-01.”

“Oh.” Well, this was something new, although I distinctly remembered the agent saying that someone had died in the apartment, not someone who lived in the apartment had died. Phrasing, phrasing, phrasing. I started to think if this was some elaborate prank. Well, if it was….there wasn’t any harm in playing along. “Well….I’m really sorry for what happened.”

“My brother died trying to save her.”

I was lost for words now. If this really happened, then it was really unfortunate. But then again, why would a young boy pour out his sob story to a complete stranger who just moved in? This introduce-yourself-to-the-neighbours session wasn’t going too well.

He leaned in close to me. “Please don’t swim at night.” He emphasised every word, dragging out each pause in between. It was the first time he dropped his monotone voice - his words dripped with fear. The little kid was making me nervous.

“Uh, I’ll take note of that.” I wanted to ask why, but felt it too inappropriate. He turned round, gathered his stuff and walked off in the same enigmatic way as before. I couldn’t figure out what to make of it. Why can’t I swim at night? Was the ghost of his friend gonna curse me? Was there some creepy monster that only appeared in the pool at night? Hell, what even counts as night? As soon as the sky gets dark, or late hours like 9 to midnight?

That odd encounter set the mood for following meetings with him. Being both regular pool users, we did see each other very often. It would normally start off with him swimming normally, until he looked up and saw me. I would then wave hi to him with a wide smile, and he would return that with the same impassive look. I would then proceed to swim, and he would proceed to watch me for the entirety of my workout.

With the increasing business that my firm was getting, it was inevitable that I would have to work overtime, to finish off that growing stack of work on my desk. This meant that I was forced to spend more time with irritating colleagues and nasty stacks of reports, and also meant that I would have insufficient time to de-stress in the pool. Bad combination.

After the first two days of overtime without my daily pool treatment, I was totally drained of energy, squeezed dry by my busy schedule. I couldn’t take it anymore: I needed a break.

Usually when I swam, there would be some people also swimming too, along with the strange boy, but at 10pm, the area was deserted. After all, it was the time when most people, such as myself, were more content with lying in bed, waiting for sleep to overcome us.

I stood at the edge of the pool. The pool lights were already on, and the fuzzy rays of light extended like skeletal arms into the inky blackness of the water. It didn’t look as welcoming as it usually did under the sun. The surface was still, the air felt stagnant, the bottom looked deeper - the tension was palpable, as if the pool was waiting for something to happen. For a brief moment, I felt like following the boy’s advice on not swimming at night, but….I shook my head and cleared all thoughts of him. Fuck that shit, I need to swim.

With a splash, I plunged into the water. Ah, there were ripples now. That’s normal. I started paddling, the tightness in my muscles dissipating. That’s normal. A breeze blew in my face as I started accelerating through the water. That’s normal.

But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that everything was as per usual, there was a general sense of unease that I couldn’t shake off. Yes, my body wasn’t as cramped or exhausted as before, but my mind was in a constant state of high alert. There seemed to be movement just out of the corner of my eye, and I found myself always scanning my surroundings like a cornered prey.

I didn’t like this. Not one bit. I wanted to recharge, not to be startled at random intervals. It had probably been only 10 minutes, but I moved towards the shallow end, intending to leave.

Then I saw her.

There was somebody else swimming in the shallows. It looked like a young girl with extremely pale skin and extremely long black hair. I would have felt relieved at some company, except that I didn’t see or hear her enter the pool. Even though I had been facing that direction.

Spooked, I continued swimming towards the shallows, keeping an eye on her and giving her a wide berth. She swam gracefully, with long, smooth strokes.

Just as I was about to swim past her, she turned her head to look at me.

She seemed to be roughly fifteen years old. Her face was as white as paper, with droplets of water clinging to her pale cheeks. A sharp nose half submerged in water. Her hair trailed behind her, floating like a huge black cloth. But what struck me most was her eyes.

They were red and puffy, as if she opened them in the water for too long. She stared blankly at me without blinking, her neck stretching to unnatural angles.

The only reason why I didn’t scream like a little girl was because my mouth was underwater. I increased my speed drastically, all the while feeling her gaze raking the back of my head. Upon reaching the pool edge, I literally jumped out of the water.

She was swimming towards me now.

I sprinted for the elevator, which was thankfully idling at the ground floor. God bless the elevator algorithm.

I slumped down at the foot of my front door right after I locked it, trying to process what just happened. For the first time, I’ve seen a ghost.

That was quite unexpected, and extremely frightening. It did put my disbelief in the paranormal into perspective. I heaved a sigh of relief, trying to calm myself down. At least the ordeal was over now. I lifted my right hand to wipe cold sweat from my brow, only to realise….there was a pale white hand that interlaced its fingers with mine.

I leapt away immediately, too shocked to make a sound. There were now two hands reaching through the slit under my front door, creeping slowly into my home. The rest of the body followed, flowing through in the form of a white mist, which coagulated and gradually took the shape of the young girl.

I backed away, petrified at the ghastly sight before me. She was wearing a drenched one-piece swimsuit, which dripped water incessantly as she approached me. The rhythmic sound of water trickling and hitting the cold marble floor echoed in the silence of my living room. Behind her, I could make out the shimmering of a growing puddle as water followed her in from the lobby outside.

Her gait was slow and awkward, as if she was nursing several cramps. Even though she had more or less trapped me in a corner of my living room, her pace remained excruciatingly slow. Her bloodshot eyes never blinked once, and was totally devoid of expression. I cowered against the wall as she stopped at my feet and started bending down towards me.

We just stared at each other. I wanted to look away, but there was an unseen force holding my head in place and keeping my eyelids open. I didn’t know why, but water had appeared in my nostrils. My nose and throat tingled as the liquid trickled down my airways. I couldn’t blink - I could feel more and more blood entering the capillaries in my eyeballs, straining to burst out -

A light behind her momentarily dazzled me. It shone so brightly, I thought my eyes had exploded. It turned out to be my front door opening. Even though my eyes remained fixed on the spectre, I could discern two out-of-focus figures standing behind her.

“Sabrina, please don’t hurt him.”

She broke off her stare, turning slowly to face whoever said that. The force around my head remained, but I could move my eyes now. After blinking furiously to regain some degree of comfort, I found myself looking at my strange neighbour….together with another older boy who bore a startling resemblance to him.

“He’s sorry to disturb you. Come, let’s continue swimming, shall we? I know you love the pool.” The older boy beckoned to her.

Sabrina didn’t smile, but I could sense a change in her mood. She got up, her stiff limbs cracking. I stared after them as they both made their way towards the front door unhurriedly.

“I did tell you not to swim at night.” My neighbour sighed. I looked at him in confusion, then turned back towards my front door, only to realise that the two had disappeared.

“You’re lucky that I saw you, so I called my brother. Otherwise….she may have started.”

I rubbed my nose, water streaming down all over my face. With my still blurry vision in the glare of the lobby lights, I could see pink blood trails mixed with the water. I don’t think I’ll be able to work overtime the next day.

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Official Nigger Owner's Manual

Congratulations on your purchase of a brand new nigger! If handled properly, your apeman will give years of valuable, if reluctant, service.

INSTALL YOUR NIGGER.

You should install your nigger differently according to whether you have purchased the field or house model. Field niggers work best in a serial configuration, i.e. chained together. Chain your nigger to another nigger immediately after unpacking it, and don't even think about taking that chain off, ever. Many niggers start singing as soon as you put a chain on them. This habit can usually be thrashed out of them if nipped in the bud. House niggers work best as standalone units, but should be hobbled or hamstrung to prevent attempts at escape. At this stage, your nigger can also be given a name. Most owners use the same names over and over, since niggers become confused by too much data. Rufus, Rastus, Remus, Toby, Carslisle, Carlton, Hey-You!-Yes-you!, Yeller, Blackstar, and Sambo are all effective names for your new buck nigger. If your nigger is a ho, it should be called Latrelle, L'Tanya, or Jemima. Some owners call their nigger hoes Latrine for a joke. Pearl, Blossom, and Ivory are also righteous names for nigger hoes. These names go straight over your nigger's head, by the way.

CONFIGURE YOUR NIGGER

Owing to a design error, your nigger comes equipped with a tongue and vocal chords. Most niggers can master only a few basic human phrases with this apparatus - "muh dick" being the most popular. However, others make barking, yelping, yapping noises and appear to be in some pain, so you should probably call a vet and have him remove your nigger's tongue. Once de-tongued your nigger will be a lot happier - at least, you won't hear it complaining anywhere near as much. Niggers have nothing interesting to say, anyway. Many owners also castrate their niggers for health reasons (yours, mine, and that of women, not the nigger's). This is strongly recommended, and frankly, it's a mystery why this is not done on the boat.

HOUSE YOUR NIGGER.

Your nigger can be accommodated in cages with stout iron bars. Make sure, however, that the bars are wide enough to push pieces of nigger food through. The rule of thumb is, four niggers per square yard of cage. So a fifteen foot by thirty foot nigger cage can accommodate two hundred niggers. You can site a nigger cage anywhere, even on soft ground. Don't worry about your nigger fashioning makeshift shovels out of odd pieces of wood and digging an escape tunnel under the bars of the cage. Niggers never invented the shovel before and they're not about to now. In any case, your nigger is certainly too lazy to attempt escape. As long as the free food holds out, your nigger is living better than it did in Africa, so it will stay put. Buck niggers and hoe niggers can be safely accommodated in the same cage, as bucks never attempt sex with black hoes.

FEED YOUR NIGGER.

Your Nigger likes fried chicken, corn bread, and watermelon. You should therefore give it none of these things because its lazy ass almost certainly doesn't deserve it. Instead, feed it on porridge with salt, and creek water. Your nigger will supplement its diet with whatever it finds in the fields, other niggers, etc. Experienced nigger owners sometimes push watermelon slices through the bars of the nigger cage at the end of the day as a treat, but only if all niggers have worked well and nothing has been stolen that day. Mike of the Old Ranch Plantation reports that this last one is a killer, since all niggers steal something almost every single day of their lives. He reports he doesn't have to spend much on free watermelon for his niggers as a result. You should never allow your nigger meal breaks while at work, since if it stops work for more than ten minutes it will need to be retrained. You would be surprised how long it takes to teach a nigger to pick cotton. You really would. Coffee beans? Don't ask. You have no idea.

MAKE YOUR NIGGER WORK.

Niggers are very, very averse to work of any kind. The nigger's most prominent anatomical feature, after all, its oversized buttocks, which have evolved to make it more comfortable for your nigger to sit around all day doing nothing for its entire life. Niggers are often good runners, too, to enable them to sprint quickly in the opposite direction if they see work heading their way. The solution to this is to *dupe* your nigger into working. After installation, encourage it towards the cotton field with blows of a wooden club, fence post, baseball bat, etc., and then tell it that all that cotton belongs to a white man, who won't be back until tomorrow. Your nigger will then frantically compete with the other field niggers to steal as much of that cotton as it can before the white man returns. At the end of the day, return your nigger to its cage and laugh at its stupidity, then repeat the same trick every day indefinitely. Your nigger comes equipped with the standard nigger IQ of 75 and a memory to match, so it will forget this trick overnight. Niggers can start work at around 5am. You should then return to bed and come back at around 10am. Your niggers can then work through until around 10pm or whenever the light fades.

ENTERTAIN YOUR NIGGER.

Your nigger enjoys play, like most animals, so you should play with it regularly. A happy smiling nigger works best. Games niggers enjoy include: 1) A good thrashing: every few days, take your nigger's pants down, hang it up by its heels, and have some of your other niggers thrash it with a club or whip. Your nigger will signal its intense enjoyment by shrieking and sobbing. 2) Lynch the nigger: niggers are cheap and there are millions more where yours came from. So every now and then, push the boat out a bit and lynch a nigger.

Lynchings are best done with a rope over the branch of a tree, and niggers just love to be lynched. It makes them feel special. Make your other niggers watch. They'll be so grateful, they'll work harder for a day or two (and then you can lynch another one). 3) Nigger dragging: Tie your nigger by one wrist to the tow bar on the back of suitable vehicle, then drive away at approximately 50mph. Your nigger's shrieks of enjoyment will be heard for miles. It will shriek until it falls apart. To prolong the fun for the nigger, do *NOT* drag him by his feet, as his head comes off too soon. This is painless for the nigger, but spoils the fun. Always wear a seatbelt and never exceed the speed limit. 4) Playing on the PNL: a variation on (2), except you can lynch your nigger out in the fields, thus saving work time. Niggers enjoy this game best if the PNL is operated by a man in a tall white hood. 5) Hunt the nigger: a variation of Hunt the Slipper, but played outdoors, with Dobermans. WARNING: do not let your Dobermans bite a nigger, as they are highly toxic.

DISPOSAL OF DEAD NIGGERS.

Niggers die on average at around 40, which some might say is 40 years too late, but there you go. Most people prefer their niggers dead, in fact. When yours dies, report the license number of the car that did the drive-by shooting of your nigger. The police will collect the nigger and dispose of it for you.

COMMON PROBLEMS WITH NIGGERS:

MY NIGGER IS VERY AGGRESIVE

Have it put down, for god's sake. Who needs an uppity nigger? What are we, short of niggers or something?

MY NIGGER KEEPS RAPING WHITE WOMEN

They all do this. Shorten your nigger's chain so it can't reach any white women, and arm heavily any white women who might go near it.

WILL MY NIGGER ATTACK ME?

Not unless it outnumbers you 20 to 1, and even then, it's not likely. If niggers successfully overthrew their owners, they'd have to sort out their own food. This is probably why nigger uprisings were nonexistent (until some fool gave them rights).

MY NIGGER BITCHES ABOUT ITS "RIGHTS" AND "RACISM".

Yeah, well, it would. Tell it to shut the fuck up.

MY NIGGER'S HIDE IS A FUNNY COLOR. WHAT IS THE CORRECT SHADE FOR A NIGGER? A nigger's skin is actually more or less transparent. That brown color you can see is the shit your nigger is full of. This is why some models of nigger are sold as "The Shitskin".

MY NIGGER ACTS LIKE A NIGGER, BUT IS WHITE.

What you have there is a "wigger". Rough crowd.

IS THAT LIKE AN ALBINO? ARE THEY RARE?

They're as common as dog shit and about as valuable. In fact, one of them was President between 1992 and 2000. Put your wigger in a cage with a few hundred genuine niggers and you'll soon find it stops acting like a nigger. However, leave it in the cage and let the niggers dispose of it. The best thing for any wigger is a dose of TNB.

MY NIGGER SMELLS REALLY BAD

And you were expecting what?

WHERE SHOULD I STORE MY DEAD NIGGER?

When you came in here, did you see a sign that said " Dead nigger storage"? That's because there ain't no goddamn sign.

** This manual is for entertainment purposes only. Don't do any of this shit and then blame me.**

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