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memesiders · 5 years ago

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Part 2

Death x OC Office AU

(I'm so glad you guys seem to like this, thank y'all!!!)

It was only when I had gotten home and changed into pajamas that I realized my phone wasn't in my bag.

After a twenty minute search, I had decided that my phone must've fallen out when Strife pushed my bag out of the chair. I thought I'd picked up everything, but I was wrong. I didn't want to go back, so I decided that I'd call there and ask when my sisters got home. Until then, I made myself comfortable on the couch and started binging some baking competition show. It only helped a little in distracting me from my thoughts. The receptionist job had been the latest in a long line of job offers I'd been turned down for. Not even a dishwashing job had wanted me.

I didn't know why I was so unlucky with jobs, and I hated to think of how disappointed Safiya would be. She called in a few favors to get me that interview and I'd blown it. No, that asshole had done that.

Thinking about Death brought a scowl to my face, and the anger that had left me in that elevator slowly started bubbling up again.

"What's his deal," I asked myself out loud, rolling off of the couch and heading to the kitchen. "He thinks he can just treat people like that? Like they're not worth his time?" I yanked open the fridge and blew out a hard breath, shaking my head. I grabbed a blueberry yogurt and shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary. "What a prick," I grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, "and he barely even looked at my resumé.

"Like he already knew he wasn't gonna give me the job."

I slammed the drawer shut as I finished my thought and angrily shuffled back to the couch. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I plopped back down and tore the top off of my yogurt, licking it off and eating a spoonful. Why was I so bothered by this? "He probably thinks he can get away with anything because he's powerful and good looking..." I pictured his face in my mind; his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and piercing eyes the color of fiery cinders... Not to mention the muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

Wait, what was I saying? I shook my head quickly and focused back on the show, finishing my yogurt. I just needed to get laid or something, not think about assholes. Although that was hard to do when I shared a room with a sixteen year old.

"We're home!" I jumped upright as the front door swung open, slamming into the wall as my little sister walked in. The action reminded me of Strife and I couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Neema tossed her backpack onto the couch next to me and fell into the recliner, swinging her legs over one of the armrests. "Today was absolutely terrible." I arched a brow at her and smiled.

"Oh, and why is that?" I asked, moving her bag to the floor.

"Go ahead and tell her why I had to leave work to come grab you," Safiya said grumpily, locking the front door. She had a bag of groceries in one hand.

"I told you it wasn't my fault! I didn't start it, I just finished it." I looked between the two, noticing the disapproving glance Safiya gave her. Neema rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Some girls were picking on Lyriel and calling her a half breed, so I hit them."

"Not only did you hit them, you broke one of their noses!"

"They deserved it! No one calls Lyriel a half breed and gets away with it!" I cracked a small smile at her outburst.

"Well I think it was justified," I said, reaching over to high five her. Safiya groaned and went into the kitchen, muttering something under her breath. I chuckled and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "So, was Lyriel grateful for you defending her? Maybe she gave you a little kiss on the cheek?" I laughed as Neema's light brown cheeks started to redden, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You know she didn't."

"She might have if you told her you liked her." Neema groaned and shifted in the chair, rolling her eyes at me.

"She's my friend; I can't just tell her I've had a huge crush on her for the last five years! What if it ruins our friendship? What if she only likes boys? Do you know how awkward that'd be?"

"Hey, you'll never know unless you take the leap!" She picked up the recliner pillow and threw it at me, a smile gracing her face. I laughed and blocked it from hitting me, clutching the pillow to my stomach. Neema's crush was so cute, but I understood her hesitation. The one time I'd confessed to my friend I'd liked him, he told me he was disgusted by the thought of dating a human, and then had slowly disappeared from my life. Not the best example for her.

"What about you? Why haven't you gone out with anyone," she asked, quick to change the subject.

"I have to focus on finding a job before I go back to dating," I answered, throwing the pillow back at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed, tucking it under her legs. "I can't focus on dating when I can't even afford to help chip in around here."

"Speaking of job," Safiya piped in, appearing from the kitchen. "How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" My smile fell and I thinned my lips, leaning back against the couch. Safiya sighed disappointedly and took a seat next to me. "Really? Again?"

"It wasn't my fault," I rushed out. "The dude made me wait an hour and he was a total asshole!"

"Was he hot," Neema asked. "The hot ones are always assholes."

"Smokin'." She 'ahh'd' and nodded, shooting a finger gun at me.

"It doesn't matter if he was an asshole or not," Safiya hissed. She rubbed her temples and leaned back. She suddenly looked very tired, and I felt even worse about my actions earlier; I might've been able to talk him into hiring me if I hadn't flipped out. "We barely have enough to pay rent this month. I don't know what we're gonna do for food until my next paycheck; I spent the rest of our money on food for this week." Neema frowned and crawled out of the chair, coming over and pulling Safiya into her arms.

"We'll be okay," she reassured her. "We're always okay, and if I need to, I can try applying at McDonalds or something." Safiya sniffled and patted her back, shaking her head. Now I was feeling even worse.

"I left my phone there on accident," I said softly. "I'll go back tomorrow and try to talk with the guy again. I'll apologize and maybe he'll give me a janitorial position or something." Safiya smiled a little and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Saf."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, squeezing my hand again. "I've just been stressed lately. I'm trying to get as much overtime as possible and taking double shifts left and right. I guess I've just been burning myself out. I'm sorry for being so upset with you..." I gave her a small smile and crawled over, joining my sisters in a hug. Safiya laughed and wrapped one of her arms around me. "We'll just have to make it work.

"It's nothing we haven't faced before, right?" Neema and I voiced our agreement and the three of us stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other. I would definitely be going back to that place tomorrow, and I'd do everything in my power to try and get a job, even if I had to suck someone's dick; I had to do something to help my family out.

We untangled ourselves after ten minutes, Safiya excusing herself to go change out of her work clothes. Neema and I laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix and Hulu to decide what to watch next.

"We're not watching another cupcake show," she said, trying to grab the remote from my hand.

"We're not watching another anime either," I replied, moving the remote further away from her. "You got to watch it all day yesterday!"

"I'm only halfway through Fullmetal Alchemist!" I opened my mouth to tell her too bad when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can one of you get that?" Safiya shouted from her room. Neema and I stared at each other.

"You get it," I said, still holding the remote away from her.

"No, you get it," she said, struggling to grab the device from me. "I had a long and hard day at school."

"I had a long and emotional day being interviewed." She scoffed and crawled on top of me, grabbing for the remote. I laughed and pushed against her, stretching my arm as far out as I could.

"Gee, thanks you two," Safiya said, appearing from down the hall. She walked past us and plucked the remote from my hand, continuing to the door. Neema and I both whined and turned to see who was here. She set the remote on the side table next to the door and opened it. "Hello, what do you wa-?" She stopped suddenly, her face paling slightly. Neema and I stretched our necks, trying to see who was at the door.

"Is it another door to door salesman," Neema asked, crawling onto me again to try and see. I grunted and fell against the couch, groaning.

"Get your big butt off of me," I demanded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. I could barely see Safiya.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Is Miss Banks here?"

"Depends on which one you're asking for," Safiya answered, seeming to have recovered from her momentary shock.

"I met her earlier today and it seems she forgot something." It suddenly clicked.

"What the fuck is he doing here," I whispered, shimmying out from under my sister. I climbed over the back of the couch and ran to the door to make sure I was correct. Sure enough, there was Death, looking as handsome and calm as he had when I'd first met him. His eyes met mine and I bit down on my tongue, holding back the tirade of curses I wanted to let loose on him. You have to stay calm, I reminded myself. Try and get a job.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Banks," Death said, looking me up and down slowly. I suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing unicorn pajamas shorts and had not one ounce of makeup on. Embarrassing, to say the least. Not that I'd let him know that. I placed my hands on my hips and tipped my head up.

"Mister... Death, sir," I replied, immediately wanting to crawl into a hole afterwards. He chuckled and I felt my cheeks warm, the urge to run away starting to creep up on me.

"Sir is just fine." I snorted and Safiya smacked the back of my head, warning me to behave.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked politely.

"For a moment, if it's not too intrusive." She waved him words away and stepped aside, pulling me with her when I made no move to let him in. He entered slowly, looking around. What, was our apartment not nice enough for him? Was he going to berate the decor? "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, can I offer you some water?"

"No, thank you, I won't be here for long. I just came to see Aziza." The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me a weird sensation, like feathers tickling my skin. He looked at me suddenly and I briefly wondered if he'd somehow noticed what his voice had done to me. "Can we speak in private?" I wanted to tell him no, to twist his arm behind his back and throw him out like he'd had Amber do to me, but I couldn't; if there was any way I could possibly get a job, I had to bite my tongue and be a good girl. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow me, heading to mine and Neema's room.

Our room wasn't the cleanest, honestly, but it was about as private as we could get. He walked in after me and closed the door, looking over the room with a disapproving stare.

"Why did you come," I asked, knowing that both of my sisters were probably eavesdropping. Death reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cellphone; my cellphone, to be exact.

"I heard this meowing under my desk," he said. I blushed and took the phone from him, muttering a thank you. "I'm sorry about my brother; he's always an asshole."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree apparently," I muttered. His eyes narrowed and I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did, don't apologize." His words were matter of fact but there was a kindness in his tone. "I... Regret, how I acted today. The way I treated you wasn't entirely fair." Was that an apology I was hearing? "The truth is, I hate hiring new people.

"I've been avoiding finding someone new for a while now." I cracked a small smile; I could understand that. "Amber informed me that I might have been too harsh, though I don't see how." My smile dropped slightly; he was really bad at apologizing. "I took another look at your file. I think there might be something you can offer to me after all." I perked up slightly.

"I'll see you at 9 AM sharp, Monday morning," he finished. He nodded and turned, opening the door. Neema and Safiya stumbled into the room, falling over each other. Death looked down and them and then to me, smirking. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I couldn't hold back the giggle that rose in me. He said goodbye to the girls and stepped over them, heading to the door.

I ran into the hallway. "Wait, does this mean I got the job?" I called after him.

"Why else would I tell you to come?" I smiled, my lips stretching across my face. He waved without looking back and shut the door behind him as he left. I was buzzing now.

"Wait, he gave you the job?" Neema asked, sounding as shocked as I was. I turned to them and nodded.

"I have a job!" I jumped onto them, joining them on the floor. We hugged each other tightly, Safiya screaming about how happy she was. This was my golden opportunity right here and now I couldn't blow it.

I wouldn't blow it.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #death x oc #office au

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suchastart · 7 years ago

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for @son-of-rome ♥

warnings for language and mention of physical injury

a sequel to this prompt here with Jason and Piper in a meet cute with a drunken night and a dog

I haven't written anything in 84 years so please be kind

It’s another two weeks before he sees her again.

Three, Piper corrects, as she always does when they tell the story of how they met. Though Jason is not known for having an incredibly reliable memory, he distinctly remembers those long weeks between, remembers the days he thought of her and her smile and the inevitability of never seeing her again. It’s not like he has any real proof of her--nothing but her name--and he’s not about to be the idiot who stalks a stranger on the internet.

So: he lets it go, and gets on with his life, and it’s another three weeks before he sees her again. Like the first time, he is standing in the kitchen of his townhouse, holding onto the counter, barely awake. He’s coming off the longest shift of his life and he can’t decide if he wants to pass out on the couch or drag himself upstairs to his bed.

The cold counter feels nice beneath his hands.

The sunset on the other side of the sliding glass door is pretty. Orange and gold and purple, fluffy wisps of clouds, shining rays of light.

His bed is so, so far away.

It takes a moment for him to realize that Libby is barking at something. He blinks, and the sunset has shifted, and his dog is in the backyard, barking.

Jason sighs and goes to open the glass door. He hopes Hedge doesn’t come over the fence yelling again. The guy’s a new parent, sure, and though Jason can’t fully empathize about a brand new baby in the house, he gets it. His dog should be a little quieter. But she’s a good girl, and she doesn’t really bark at much, not unless--

There’s a girl sitting in his backyard.

It’s like a punch-quick flash of deja vu, like the endless dreams and flashbacks that his therapist tells him are Okay. This one, though--this one doesn’t feel quite as dangerous. There’s a girl sitting in his backyard, and the little details are a little different--a tye-dyed tank top, camo cargo shorts, and worn sneakers. Her hair in a braid down her back. A bandage wrapped around her shin.

Some things remain the same: her warm brown skin, and the pink cast around her arm, and her laugh, loud and joyful.

Libby is shaking, her tail is wagging so hard. Piper McLean has her hands buried in the dog’s long, golden fur, and gives in completely to Libby’s aggressive affection, leans back in the grass and lets the dog lick her all over her face.

“Excuse me,” Jason calls, walking down the deck stairs.

Excuse me, Piper says, putting a hand up, interrupting his retelling. She’s sitting on the kitchen counter and has a greasy slice of pizza resting precariously on her bare thigh. Your first words were nothing near intelligible. I distinctly recall you saying, ‘Uhhh,’ for at least a few seconds. Tell it true, Grace.

Who is telling this story?

We are. Together. Go!

“Uhhh,” Jason says, walking down the deck stairs.

Libby detaches herself from Piper and hurries to him, tongue out, still wriggling. She takes an excited circle around Jason when he reaches the grass--look who came back, look who’s here!--before returning to Piper, feet tapping, tail wagging.

Piper sits cross-legged in the grass. She waves with her casted arm. “Hi.”

“Uh, hi,” Jason says. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “Do I need to take my shoes off?”

“No,” Piper laughs. “Totally sober this time. No danger of ralphing on your feet. Sorry about that, by the way.”

“I only have minimal nightmares about it.”

“Understandable.”

Libby settles at Piper’s side and looks between the two of them.

Miraculously, Hedge does not come out to holler at them from next door.

Jason stuffs his hands into the pockets of his sweats. He takes a breath. He doesn’t want to ask, doesn’t want to jinx it, lest she completely vanish, but: “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh,” Piper says. Jason has known her for all of half a conscious hour in total, but he recognizes immediately the bashful look on her face. She reaches back and pulls out a small bouquet of wrapped flowers he hadn’t yet noticed. Small and white and yellow and wrapped in blue cellophane. “I wanted to say sorry? For barfing on your feet, and crashing on your couch. You took care of me and you were a good guy and you didn’t have to be.”

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Jason says automatically. After a stalled moment--because she’s here, and she’s brought him flowers, and he doesn’t think anybody’s ever given him flowers?--he takes them, surprised, touched. “Thank you?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. Thank you.”

She smiles. “You’re welcome.”

The cellophaned flowers crinkle in Jason’s grip. He smells them, because they’re pretty and because why not, Piper is looking at him and he wants to be appreciative, is appreciative. He buries his face in the flowers and breathes in and tries not to be awkward, tries to think about what to say, what to ask, what not to ask--

“I’m a skater,” Piper blurts.

Jason unearths himself from his bouquet. “What?”

“I skate.” She waves her pink casted arm in the air. Jason thinks he sees a dick drawn in the space by her wrist. The whole thing is kind of a mess--scribbles, and drawings, and the rough wear and tear of plaster that she picks at. “Professionally? That’s not really a question. I, uh. I’ve been on TV. That’s a thing.”

“Wow.” He sits down a few feet across from her and motions to her arm. “What happened there?”

“This? Just landed wrong. Like, real bad.”

“No kidding,” Jason laughs.

“I have a video! It’s pretty gnarly.”

She pulls out her phone and scoots a little closer. She has to press hard on the spiderweb-cracked screen to get it to register her touch. “So, there was a meet a few weeks ago, super casual, and there’s this ramp I’ve taken a hundred times before. We call it the Empire.”

“But?”

“No but. Same ramp, same tricks. Just went down wrong, I guess.”

The screen focuses in on what looks like a huge warehouse. Several brand logos hang on the metal walls. Indistinct music plays in the background. The view shakes, is briefly obscured by a bandaged finger, and then turns; under high, bright lights, Piper frowns at the camera and makes a playful fist. She adjusts her helmet and looks down at the intimidatingly tall ramp. The wood gleams, falls into a vertical drop.

Jason feels exhilarated just looking at it. No wonder they call it the Empire.

The person holding the camera laughs, and a man says, “You gonna go or what?”

“Cool your jets, Jackson. I gotta make sure everybody’s paying attention.” She looks across the half-pipe to a shorter guy with wild curly hair, sitting on the opposite platform and fiddling with an old, hefty camera. “You almost ready?”

The guy flicks her off without looking.

“He’s ready,” Piper says, grinning. She nods and faces the ramp.

Jason feels himself holding his breath. He sees the results of this kind of thing every day, the broken bones and the bruises and the blood, but it’s never easy, watching it about to happen--watching Piper smile, and knowing what comes next.

I was alright, Piper says, now, taking a bite of her pizza. There’s a triangle of grease left on her skin, and he smacks a napkin down on her thigh. You knew I was alright.

Jason shrugs. Even years later, even in the retelling, he still feels nauseous. It still sucked, watching it. I had a big crush on you. I still have a big crush on you.

Aw, babe. That’s cute, but I wasn’t gonna let the Empire keep me down.

A hand reaches out from behind the camera and knocks on Piper’s helmet, a swift one-two, and she raises her shoulders, lets them fall, does it again, hyping herself up.

Someone shouts.

The camera follows her as she tips forward.

Piper flies. Down, and down, and down, and then back up. She does nothing special at first, a smooth turn at the apex, another trip down the ramp. Her face is focused. She pulls her board out from under her feet on her second apex, balances a hand on the edge of the ramp, is suspended upside-down, and, for the briefest second, still.

“Alright,” Piper says, leaning into his side. She brings the phone up closer to their faces, pointing to the screen. Her nails are a vivid, chipped yellow. He looks up to see her frowning in real time. It’s just as scary and endearing as it is on screen. “Look, you’re going to miss it! It’s right after this 360 Pegasus.”

“Is that English?”

She laughs, but she also puts a hand on his face and pushes his gaze back to her phone. The Piper on screen is at the end of some crazy-complicated acrobatics, twisting midair, coming back down, and it happens too quick for him to register--he doesn’t see what goes wrong, only sees Piper’s board shoot out from beneath her feet, sees her put her hands out to break her descent--

The recording shakes, blurs. Whoever’s holding the phone--Jackson, he thinks--must’ve slid down the ramp to get to her. When the view clears, Piper’s lying fetal on the wooden ramp, cradling her arm. “Shit,” she groans. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The curly-haired guy kneels next to her. “Let me see. Pipes, let me see.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, her voice shaking. She sits up, and Jackson, behind the camera, gasps. Her forearm is almost bent in half. “I’m fine?”

Jason looks away from her phone. He’s seen this one before.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to squick you out,” Piper says. She locks the screen. The sound cuts off. “That wasn’t cool. I should’ve asked if you were okay with, like, gory stuff--”

“I’m a paramedic,” Jason blurts.

“Oh! That’s cool?”

“Is that a question?”

“Ugh, you’re awful.” She waves her cast in the air. “So I guess you see worse, huh?”

“Doesn’t mean I want to see you like that.”

Piper blinks, and Jason feels his face go red. He rubs at his eyes. “Sorry, I’m tired, and--”

“Do you want to go for ice cream?”

“Huh?”

“It’s a nice evening, and I want to hang out with your dog. There’s a little ice cream shop a few blocks that way that we could walk to,” Piper says, nodding back over her shoulder. She squishes Libby’s face between her hands, and Jason swears that her cheeks are a little pink, too, as she avoids looking at him. “How’s about it, Libs? You wanna go get some ice cream? Huh, sweet girl? You think you can talk your dad into it?”

Like she’d have to. Jason scratches Libby’s belly. “We’d love to.”

And Piper’s smile is as radiant as the sunset. “Me too.”

#jasper #jasiper #Jason Grace #Piper McLean #Heroes of Olympus #Mina writes fic #son-of-rome #I wrote you some fluff Dan I hope that is okay~

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squishysvt · 7 years ago

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If I’m Lucky - Ch.8`You

Member: Ten (NCT)

Genre: fluff...? idk at this point lmao

Words: 1,921

A/N happy belated birthday to Ten! go stream baby don’t stop, losers -Admin Ay

Warnings: minor character death, profanity, mentions of: alcoholism, child neglect, torture

[Previous Chapter] ~ Ch.8`You ~ [Next Chapter]

Ten took a deep breath.

You felt yourself take one as well.

What he was going to tell you probably wasn’t something you wanted to hear. But neither was him having a branding from one of the deadliest gangs out there.

“My father...is actually the founder of Squalo Nero. He’s the leader.” Ten whispered, the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be telling you evident.

As long as Ten had known, his mother was always an alcoholic and his father was always gone for work.

Once he was able to walk and talk, he could feel his mother slowly growing farther from him.

“Here, have this muffin. I don’t feel like cooking so that’s all you’re getting.”

“What do you mean you feel lonely? That’s what it’s like in the real world, kid.”

The cans of beer on the table slowly went from two, to four, to six...so many that he couldn’t keep count. There was a time while he was little where he wondered if she even ate.

He met Taeil inside a ramshackle of a gas station. He offered to buy Ten the chocolate bar he had been eyeing. Since then he stayed with Taeil more then his own home.

Ten didn’t find himself surprised when he came back to school one night, his mother's cold lifeless body spread across the living room couch, covered in vomit. Like normal, he went straight to his bedroom and worked on homework as the sound of old Jeopardy reruns his mother used to watch filtered through the walls.

On Ten’s fifteenth birthday his father came home from work earlier than usual, a cake and a bright red pair of headphones in hand. The two sat and talked at the table as they ate the dessert. Ten was on his second piece while his father had barely touched his first.

“Hey son, why don’t you join my business?” His father smirked as his eyes shined.

Ten quickly accepted the offer. It was an opportunity to finally bond with his father.

The next month he was branded and put into training.

The month after, he shadowed business dealings. The man Ten was ordered to follow around was nice. Albeit the time when he watched the man slowly peel off the fingernails of a woman that failed to keep her part in some deal. Something about not bringing in the required quota of customers. Ten watched as her deep red lips parted, each time releasing a series of screams.

But other than that, the man he was shadowing was nice, to him at least.

Two months after was the first time Ten killed. Taeil’s limp body was bounded to a rickety old chair in the basement of a motel owned by the gang. The cold handgun felt heavy in his hands. He didn’t want to kill Taeil. Even though his father informed him that he was from an old rival gang of his, and that Ten was only being used as a way to keep tabs on his father, the thought of killing the only older male figure in his life caused his whole body to shake.

“You know, ever since your mother died it’s been really hard for me. You’re my only family left, son.”

Bang.

It was okay, he tried to convince himself. He had his father now.

As Ten recounted the memories a part of him seemed to die. As if his soul had been locked away years ago.

You took Ten’s face in your hands and looked him straight in the eye. Truth be told, you didn’t know what you could do for him. You never had to worry about the things Ten did. You grew in a loving household with a happy family. The only heartbreaking thing to happen in your life was when your prom date dumped you last minute in high school.

So you did the only thing that you could think of to convey all the things that you were feeling.

You slowly inched your face closer to Ten’s until your foreheads touched. You felt his breath fan on your face before you touched your lips against his.

Unmoving from your position, you hoped Ten understood all that you wanted to say.

“You deserve better. I won’t ever hurt you. I’m here for you.”

When you moved back, Ten’s eyes seemed lighter than before.

The time apart, however, didn’t last long. Ten grabbed at your hip, attempting to move you back. His fingers layed hot on your skin as he brought you in for another kiss. It was deeper, and expressed what you could never be able to in words. Before you knew it you were pinning Ten to the floor, your hands on his chest and his hands resting on your sides.

Your lips moved in sync with each other. Breathing rigid and bodies warm and tinted red, everything around you seemed to phase out of existence, void for Ten’s figure beneath you.

“Hey, Y/N-- oh.”

The sound of your bedroom door flying open accompanied by Doyoung’s voice cut through the atmosphere immediately. Suddenly the air wasn’t as stuffy, suddenly you weren’t as dizzy, and suddenly you found yourself on the other side of the room away from Ten.

“Fuck, dude. How many times have I told you to knock?” You hissed, running a hand through your hair. Sure you were embarrassed, but more so, you were mad that such a raw moment with Ten was interrupted. It was the first time you managed to have him open up to you, and it likely wouldn’t happen again any time soon.

Doyoung slowly inched away from doorway, a thumb jabbing behind him. “I’ll just...go…”

You watched as Ten slowly stood, brushing off his pants and fixing his hair.

His red, swollen lips parted in a sigh before speaking. “It’s fine. I have to leave anyway.”

Ten gathered his things before whispering a soft goodbye that only you could hear. Jaehyun, who you had just noticed was hovering by Doyoung’s side, briefly stiffened as Ten passed by. You wondered what that was all about.

Your suspicions were forgotten as a whistle cut through the air.

“So...Ten, huh?” Doyoung’s lips formed a patronizing grin on his face.

“Well, not anymore thanks to a certain someone.”

It had been a week since you last had seen Ten since he walked out of your room and it was starting to get to you.

Every time you texted him he would leave you on read, and every time you tried to call he wouldn’t answer. Even at university you barely saw his hoodie-clad figure float through the halls. Whenever you tried checking in on him at his apartment he was never there. Saying you were worried was an understatement.

For a while you had taken to going on anxiety-ridding strolls late at night to and from a nearby park. From what you knew, the area was relatively safe. There were no reported crimes that you knew of and a police car tended to round the block approximately every hour. So no sense of danger stopped you from resting on a bench in the park after the sun had long set and the stars started to peek out of the clouds.

You inhaled, breathing in the soft moisture of the air and the refreshing smell of the trees around you.

Ever since Ten had told you about his shocking secret you pondered what the correct response to the information should have been. Should you have turned around and called the police as soon as you found out? Would Ten have killed you on the spot if you had? Maybe you should have distanced yourself from Ten as soon as his participation in gang activity was confirmed. Most sane people would probably feel unsafe and scared around such a person as him.

And as every beginning thought of that day in your room drifted to what his lips felt against yours, you became more and more convinced that you were losing your mind.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

A voice you knew to be Jaehyun’s whispered behind you. As you turned around your eyes met with his wide ones staring back at you.

You only nodded, the night was so silent that you didn’t want to disturb it.

Jaehyun hummed as he sat down beside you on the park bench. The both of you shared a comfortable silence before either of you spoke again.

“What are you doing out so late?” You inquired as you observed the stars in the sky.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jaehyun bit down a smile, “But I was just out taking a walk. It feels good out here.”

You hummed, knowing exactly what he meant, “Yeah, same here.”

Once again the conversation dropped, both of you absorbing the moonlight as it shone down. It was Jaehyun’s turn to pick it back up.

“So...Ten, huh?” The same patronizing tone reflecting in his voice as his boyfriend’s. Sometimes Doyoung rubbed off too easily on Jaehyun, and you dreaded every moment it showed. You remember when Doyoung had first introduced Wendy and you to him. Jaehyun’s face stuck in an obviously painful, but equally beautiful, smile as he offered his hand to shake.

Occasionally you recall how reserved Jaehyun used to be and anticipate the day he broke up with Doyoung so that you could be freed from their mutual teasing.

“Ugh, God, please shut up about that. It was embarrassing,” you groaned, “Do you even know him?”

Jaehyun clears his throat before speaking again, “Not...personally. I just know that he’s the reason why you disappear several times a week, according to Wendy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well I haven’t seen him at all this past week if that makes them feel any better.”

Jaehyun leaned back onto the bench, looking down to you. “Is that so?”

He chuckled as he raised a brow, “Ten sounds like a dick then. Leaving you hanging like that?”

“I’m just worried about him.” You sighed, hopefully signifying that you no longer wanted to continue on the topic.

From the way Jaehyun nodded slowly, it seemed as if he got the message. Rather than speaking, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out an open bag of chips.

“Do you want some? I’m full.” Jaehyun nudged you with the bright yellow bag in his hand.

Not seeing any particular reason not to, you shrugged and reached into the bag of chips, grabbing a handful and popping them into your mouth.

Jaehyun smiled. “Are they good?”

You hummed as the taste ran across your tongue.

“Yes, I’ve never tried these before. What flavor are they?” Your words came out slurred, and you struggled to finish getting them out.

“I found them at some store out of town…”

Your eyelids felt heavier and your head buzzed. The sensation of Jaehyun’s large hand stroking your head made it hard for you to sit up straight.

“It’s some limited edition flavor, I think the sales clerk told me? Think he said that there was a few sedatives?” You could hear the smile through Jaehyun’s voice as your consciousness drifted farther away from you.

By now it was only Jaehyun talking as you let out confused moans.

“You’re fine, Y/N. Go ahead and sleep.” The hand on your head still hadn’t moved from it’s position, continuously patting at the same rhythm. Before you knew it, everything had blacked out.

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mergays · 7 years ago

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i’m late but here’s my contribution to @dirkjohnweek

prompt: AU

basically a quality AU involving a hypothetical fire in the building john lives in during the middle of fucking december and the weaboo neighbor that offers to let him use his jacket

enjoy!

It was thirty five degrees fahrenheit outside when the fire alarm in the apartment complex went off.

John was startled out of his bed, and he rolled off of it onto the floor in a panic to pull on a T-shirt over his pajama pants. The room was dark except for a faint blue light streaming in on his door from his window. Droning on, the alarm continued blaring, and he reluctantly dragged himself with a groan, scrambling on his bedside table for his phone and his keys before jogging out.

Once in the living room, he wasted no time tugging on his boots and running out of his apartment, glancing around at his scared neighbors as they too hurried for the stairs. Resisting the urge to push old Mrs. Jenkins down as she took her sweet time blocking the way, John just bounced on his heels, praying that the fire was at least above the third floor.

The lights of the alarms flashed in his face as the crowd hurried down, loudly talking amongst themselves as they each struggled not to be the ones to freak out. John took the stairs two at a time whenever he could, using his height to squeeze inbetween the taller escapees. He pushed out onto the street and immediately shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he hurried away from the building. A sizeable crowd was forming by this point, most of them looking angry or scared or just plain annoyed, not unlike John himself.

He rubbed his arms frantically, watching his neighbors enviously those who had thought of bringing jackets. For a few seconds he just stood, waiting for a sign of smoke of flames to appear and show an actual fire.

“Hey.”

John didn’t think the voice was talking to him at first, and so he ignored it until he felt a light touch on the top of his shoulder. He turned around to see a taller man, with long hair hanging in his face, and sharp sunglasses sitting on the back edge of his nose. He didn’t look that much like he had rolled out of bed, but as John watched, the other shrugged out of his orange jacket and held it out in offering, revealing a purple sweater with a big knitted penis underneath.

First John looked at the sweater, and then the jacket being offered, before giving the man a look. No matter how hard he squinted, though, the other’s face didn’t deign to change.

“Is this the jacket from that anime Naruto?” John crossed his arms, refusing to give in. A single dark eyebrow arched over the others shades, and he gave a slow shrug, offering it again.

“Yeah.” Is all he finally responded. John couldn’t believe his ears.

What kind of complete lack of shame was this? But suddenly a freezing breeze blasted through his thin shirt, and he snatched the old-school weaboo jacket from the other man.

“I like your shirt.” The man commented, and John looked down, resisting the urge to let out an embarrassed groan. Out of all the shirts cast out on his floor, somehow he had grabbed the joke one Rose had gotten him for his birthday, that read the following:

BORN THIS GAY

He continued looking at the shirt for a long second before pulling on the thick orange jacket, which was surprisingly heavy and warm. The collar just barely brushed the ends of his shaggy hair, reaffirming that he needed to cut it.

“We can’t all knit dick sweaters.” He responded, giving the one in front of him a nod, and the man actually gave a quiet snort.

“My friend made this for me.” The guy explained, holding out his hand. “My name is Dirk.”

For a few seconds John didn’t respond, trying to decide if he wanted to be friends with this weird guy or not. Finally he gave in, shaking the hand in return and giving a little shrug. “John. Do you think the building is actually burning?”

If he hadn’t have been watching so closely, there’s no way he would have seen the sudden shift in Dirk’s demeanor, almost looking sheepish as he looked at all the people lining the empty street.

“Dirk…?”

“Hypothetically, I didn’t mean for the welding torch to catch the whole robot on fire.”

John stared in horror at him for a few long seconds, looking around anxiously at the people surrounding before leaning in to whisper.

“You started the fire? ...Did you put it out?!”

“Yeah, it’s all good. But I came down while they searched so that they wouldn’t find the evidence.”

At the word evidence, John looked at Dirk closely, trying to see any pieces of metal poking out of his skinny jeans or sweater.

And then it hit him.

“The jacket??” He hissed incredulously, feeling at the lumpy pockets and resisting the urge to tear it off.

“Yep.” John could have sworn that he saw the corner of Dirk’s mouth twitch up slightly in a subtle smirk once he had figured it out, and he pulled the jacket tighter to himself, stepping closer as he looked around.

“You know, you could get in a lot of trouble for this. They probably send arsonists to like, jail.”

“I’m not an arsonist,” he stated defensively. “I just like building things, and I made a mistake.” Dirk reached up to try and push up his limp, dyed bangs.

John just shook his head. He took note of the dark circles under the other’s eyes, as well as the chipped off nailpolish he wore. They stood in silence for a few moments together before John half heartedly nudged his fist against Dirk’s shoulder. The other looked up in confusion.

“That’s for waking me up, asshole. And scaring everybody in the building half to death.”

This time Dirk really was smiling slightly, and John felt his face heat up slightly, looking back at the main entrance.

He punched Dirk’s arm harder, and this time the other really did wince.

“And for trying to fucking frame me with the jacket. Who does that? You’re lucky I’m warm.”

Dirk gave him a look.

“The odds of the police actually searching anyone would be incredibly low. But I guess it kind of slipped my mind when I offered it to you.”

John pulls the shitty orange fabric tighter to his body, squinting intently through his large black frames.

“Bullshit.”

A huff of air escaped Dirk as he chuckled silently, making little white puffs in the freezing, lamp-lit air. John felt the small tickle of butterflies alight in his chest at making the asshole laugh, and he shook his head hard, trying to ignore the persistent fluttery feeling.

“You know, if you’re really so ready to pay me back for my crimes, you should come bother me at work sometime. The Walmart off the closest highway, I’m assuming you know which one it is?”

“You work at a Walmart?” John felt stupid for clarifying, but he couldn’t help but eye Dirk in a mix of admiration and disgust.

If anything he had expected some kind of gaming store, or maybe a Hot Topic type place. Spencers? John shuddered to himself, stiffening up when he felt a very awkward and unwelcome hand placing itself on his shoulder.

Quickly he shrugged it off, stepping about a yard away to watch a blank-faced Dirk drop his sympathetic (and warm) hand back down to his leg.

“Yeah.” Dirk replied after a few seconds, seemingly oblivious to the awkward preceding silence. John held back a groan and just wrinkled his nose up, not even trying to hide his obvious discomfort and distaste.

Dirk opened his mouth after a few seconds, likely to weird John out with something else, but just then their landlord stepped out of the building, calling out the massive all-clear.

Feeling his shoulders sag in relief, John moved forwards with the rest of the crowd, trying to escape the uncomfortable situation behind him. Surprisingly, Dirk didn’t seem to follow him, and it wasn’t until he was upstairs at his door that John remembered that he was still wearing the other’s jacket.

With a sigh, he pulled it off, eyeing the now obvious grease-stains on the sleeves with annoyance. What a weirdo.

The pocket clinked again, announcing the presence of the ‘robot parts’ which had caused the whole fiasco, and John found himself instinctively reaching inside to pull them out, determined to witness the root of the problem himself.

His hand closed around a few metal plates that held no significance to him, but as he tugged them from the soft pocket, an inked wisp of paper fluttered out, landing face-down on the floor. John let go of the metal and knelt to pick it up, flipping the tiny scrap over and just staring.

Apartment 32B.

Aka: John’s place.

Silently, John pulled out his phone, and began to pull up Google Maps. It appeared that tomorrow he was going to have to stop by a certain Walmart.

Tapping the button for bookmarks, John shrugged off the jacket and set it down on his table, with his phone on top. He slunk from the living room to his own room, sliding off his pants and into his sheets, sighing at how cool they had become in his short-absence. Tossing his glasses on his bedstand, John snuggled his face into his pillow, finally settling down to sleep.

It was then, of course, that for the second time that night, the piercing wail of a fire alarm went off.

Turning his head, John pressed his mouth into his pillow and screamed.

#sorry this is rushed i forgot when dj week was and i hurried to finish #also hey!! new writing blog #dirkjohn #djw17 #i can't wait to write more stuff even if it's not in time lmao #homestuck

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nyacat39 · 8 years ago

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Things Forgotten Chapter 8

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Katie get’s left alone with Zack for the night while Rachel’s at work, Nick finds a connection and Barry is just an adorable dork.

The three girls were all walking to their destination, the goal of ice cream on their minds as they walked from their school building’s skyways to the other buildings.

“I know what I’m gonna get~ A nice, simple Mint chip drizzled in chocolate sauce and probably add a cherry or two~” Katie chimed, trying to hold back having a full blown outburst of excitement over a simple thing like Icecream. “You gonna get your usual Vanilla with brownie bits Rachel?”

“... I dunno… I might change it up today,” a small smile found its way on Rachel’s face as Katie stuck her tongue out at her with a smirk.

“Smart ass,” Katie grinned before turning over to Emily. “What about you Em?”

Emily seemed to think about it for a moment before she started writing it out to present to her friends.

Chocolate with hot fudge, sprinkles, a brownie side, M&M’s and some crushed snickers.

“.... You… sure about all that?” Katie asked her smirk faltering a little at the thought of all that chocolate.

“... That’s a lot of chocolate…” Rachel agreed, while Emily just beamed at them while scribbling on her notepad for a moment.

I was in a hospital for a week. Not enough sweets.

“Hey, whatever floats your boat Em… whatever floats your boat,” Katie shrugged, though she still felt her teeth aching from the amount of chocolate her friend wanted. Then again she couldn’t control or dictate what her friend liked or wanted.

Though that doesn’t mean I can’t hope they realize it’s probably a bad idea… Not just the ice cream though… Katie thought to herself as she glanced over to Rachel who seemed to shudder a little.

Rachel knew she would have a little trouble watching her friend eat that… it just seemed like so much chocolate to her. She just had a hard time understanding how someone could have that much chocolate at once.

Why can’t some people enjoy the simple things? Rachel pondered for a moment… before shaking it off with a sigh. That’s just how Emily was she guessed.

The trio finally made it to their destination and got in line to order their frozen treats. Katie being a little more worried in her thoughts… and unknowing that Rachel was thinking about the same thing as they waited.

Katie doesn’t have work tonight… I do….

I got my usual Live Stream tonight and Rachel closes…

She/I’m gonna be alone with Zack for the night….

Needless to say both girls had a bit of worry growing in the pits of their hearts at what was to come. Though… Katie seemed to hide it better outwardly with her smile as she was the first up on ordering.

….

Nick was trying to block Barry’s insistence of looking up any and everything on how to prevent ghosts from killing someone and tried to continue his current line of research… after all he just found out recently that this “Doctor Danny” has been missing for six years… not even a body had been found yet.

“Nick come on.”

This Doctor's been missing since Rachel’s been found-

“This is really important! Katie’s life is on the line!”

“Jesus Christ Barry! It’s not a ghost, she should just call the police if her life really is in danger!”

“DAMN IT NICK THIS IS SERIOUS!” Barry exclaimed, picking Nick up by the front of his shirt and surprising the black haired boy. Barry looked like he was so close to punching Nick, but instead dropped the boy and took a few deep breaths as he did… he really didn’t want to break his own rule… even if Nick was pissing him off at the moment.

“Look… get your head out of your ass for five minutes… and at least humor us…” Barry breathed, trying to calm himself down as Nick stared up at his friend with wide eyes… before glancing away like he was reevaluating everything.

“... Sorry…” Nick muttered, avoiding eye contact with Barry and turning back to the computer… and with a moment of hesitation deleting his search and changing it over to something he never thought he would look up… the paranormal.

Nick could already feel his own personal headache coming up with this search while Barry leaned in over his shoulder with a determined look in his eyes.

….

Katie for once in her life was dreading going home… Even with Rachel at her side she still felt her heart growing heavier with panic as she got closer to the apartment. The brunette was not looking forward to encountering Zack again… let alone being left alone with him for a while.

What the fuck am I gonna do? I mean… I could try kicking him in the dick, but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t work with ghosts... Katie thought to herself, the closer they got to the building. Once they got inside and made their way into the elevator Katie finally sighed and broke the silence that had followed them since they said goodbye to Emily.

“I’m not gonna lie Rachel… I really don’t like your ghost friend…” Katie mentioned, leaning against the wall of the elevator while Rachel took more interest in her boots at the moment.

“... Understandable….”

“... But if he’s that important to you… I’ll try to tolerate him…” Rachel’s head shot up as she turned her attention back to the brunette who was staring off at the metal doors. “Though it might be hard if he tries to kill me again…”

“... Again that’s understandable really.”

“... Mind if I ask HOW you met him exactly? Before he was all dead that is...” Katie questioned, just as the doors opened allowing the two girls to step outside.

“... Would you believe if I told you… I don’t really remember?”

Katie looked like she was about to say something before pausing for a moment and actually thinking about it.

“Actually… I would… you barely remembered our first meeting after all...” Katie smiled softly, going back into old memories. Rachel blinked, and glanced over to her friend for a moment before looking ahead and narrowing her eyes in thought for a moment… but the memory came up as a blank. It was more to her like Katie just… popped into her life after she started a new middle school with the holes in her memory.

“... Sorry…”

“Hey, don’t worry about it! It wasn’t that exciting anyways… meeting Barry on the other hand,” Katie snickered as she remembered fondly how they had properly met their pink haired friend back then. Rachel smiled a little bit at that as well. She couldn’t remember it exactly, but she did remember how persistent Barry was for an entire week on trying to get Katie to go out with him. Keyword being try as his approaches were about as smooth as a lava rock… sometimes it was smooth but more often than not it was rough and bumpy.

“That was interesting,” Rachel smiled.

“Especially since he began almost immediately after I punched him in the face,” Katie laughed, it was a common joke for the small group of friends by this point. Hell Barry would laugh and throw in a few jokes about it himself.

The minute they reached their apartment door Katie actually froze at the door. Rachel glanced over to the brunette and how she seemed to just be frozen in front of the door, her hand out like she’s gonna grab the doorknob but no where close to it. They stood there like that for a moment or two before Rachel finally decided to take the initiative and open the door for them… and Katie flinched a little as if expecting Zack to come bursting through. Thankfully for the brunette though he didn’t.

Rachel however saw that the TV wasn’t on… nor was there any sign of Zack’s presence.

“.... Zack?” Rachel called out, getting no response. Katie soon cautiously made her way into the apartment after hearing no response herself and sighed with relief.

“Maybe he went out for fresh air… If ghosts even need air anymore that is…” Katie suggested, while Rachel pondered that for a bit… before something came to her.

“... He has trouble sitting still… he must have gotten antsy with waiting…” Rachel filled in, disappointment making it’s way onto her face as she hoped to talk with Zack some more before having to leave for work…. But what’s done is done.

Katie was so relieved on the other hand. A large smile formed on her face as she stretched her arms for a moment, working out the tension that was once in them.

“Well, I get first dibs on the shower~” Katie chimed happily and made her way to the bathroom as Rachel simply nodded and went to her own room to get ready for her job.

Wonder where Zack went….

….

“Another dead end…” Nick sighed after closing out of another tab.

“Well what do you expect from a guy who died six years ago?”

“Missing, this doctor went missing.”

“Then explain the ghost.”

“A prank with a guy who looked remarkably like the missing Doctor.”

“Well maybe he really is dead and is now haunting your church.”

“If ghosts existed.”

“One day Nick… One day you’ll know the horrors of the afterlife.”

Nick rolled his eyes and removed the latest search. They had done research on paranormal but found very few ways on dealing with them… much to Barry’s dismay. Then out of their own curiosity they started looking up “Doctor Danny”, Barry was a little more comfortable with that search then he was with Rachel’s… but the pink haired boy was still uncomfortable looking at the guy.

However Danny didn’t seem to have any connection that Nick was looking for, nor did his disappearance hold anything that helped him with trying to find anything that could suggest what happened, or even if he was involved with any back alley killings. The only connection Nick could see was that he was Rachel’s old doctor and he went missing a…. Round the same time Rachel turned up at the destroyed building…

Nick instantly went to work on typing in a new search, this time about the blown up building that Rachel and the original killer, Isaac had been found at. Barry quirked a brow at this, not seeing the small connection that Nick saw in that moment.

He found an article that really got him to connect the dots much more. Barry still didn’t see it, he wasn’t reading the article and when he was about to Cereal came running in barking and whimpering… meaning the little guy needed to go out.

“I’ll be back… Mom won’t like another accident on the carpets,” Barry explained and was calling for the small white dog to follow him outside… Nick however grabbed a pencil and paper and started writing a few things down for his connections.

Rachel went to meet Doctor Danny around this time… She went missing a few weeks after. Months later she turns up at a destroyed building with a serial killer but the doctor disappears. A body is found in the debris but is far to badly damaged to recognize or identify. The doctor wasn’t the one who reported Rachel missing, despite being the one who had the most contact with her… it was a different doctor that would check her in for the meetings with Doctor Danny. From the research I had to do for my class project the convicted killer Isaac Foster swore he didn’t kidnap her and that he only met her in that building recently at the time... which means...

“The Doctor had to have taken her the first time…” Nick whispered to himself, looking at the quick timeline notes he took. It was a little bit of a mess but he needed to get it down quickly before he lost his train of thought… after all Nick had found something even more interesting from the article that he almost didn’t want to believe was true…

Reverend Black was also found at the scene, greatly injured, unconscious and in serious condition. It didn’t say his name… but he could tell from the picture and the description. Weirdly enough after doing a few checks he couldn’t find anything else on the priest regarding the building.

What was the Reverend doing there? Nick thought to himself, glancing down at his notes and finding his own hand hovering as he struggled to write down his notes on the Reverend’s possible involvement. He really hated to admit it… but the more people he knew that were involved with this the more he felt the anxiety he was trying to fight off kept growing stronger and larger as it went.

Nick couldn’t help but notice his vision was a little blurry now as he stared at the notes he had. The letters smeared and were hard to make out and for a moment he wondered if he didn’t put his glasses on… but the feeling of something wet rolling down from his eyes.

“Sorry I took a while, Cereal had to take a number 2 as well and- Holy shit are you alright?!” Barry exclaimed, nearly dropping Cereal but pausing and carefully putting the tiny white dog down gently. Immediately after Barry hurried over to Nick’s side and tried to see what was wrong, barely noticing the notes…. But he did notice them and the usual broken up pattern Nick would write in when trying to piece things together.

“I’m fine… m-my eyes just started-”

“First off bullshit. Secondly it’s got something to do with what you found doesn’t it?” Barry stated, he’s always been able to tell when Nick was trying to cover something up… well mostly when he spoke when it was in writing or text the pink haired boy had more trouble picking things up… but since Nick was sitting here right now he could read him like a book.

Nick sat there in quiet, his tears continuing to roll down his face. Barry sighed at Nick’s silence… but wasn’t surprised after all Nick’s always been one to keep his feelings under lock and key.

“... Nick you know you can tell me anything right?”

“... you wouldn’t understand…” Nick muttered, practically curling up into a ball in his seat. Barry pinched the bridge of his nose and sat in the chair next to Nick’s.

“Nick this is kinda the problem here… you don’t open up easily. I’m trying to help but you just… block me out ya know. I have no idea if this is even working to convince you in all honesty but seriously Nick, just talk to me. You used to tell me everything…” Barry trailed off, remembering how Nick had started to clam up a little more when they reached their Sophomore year of High School. Before then Nick would practically tell him everything that troubled him… and also about the talks he started to have with the Reverend in 8th grade.

Nick continued to remain silent, his tear ridden eyes glancing back to the computer in an attempt to try and focus on something else. Barry wasn’t having it though as he leaned forward and took the mouse… and exited out of the page they had been looking at.

“HEY!” Nick exclaimed. Barry just quirked a brow at him.

“I may not understand what’s got you upset now, but I know that looking up a page on the Bloody Doctor-”

“Daniel…”

“I don’t care, he’s the Bloody Doctor to me and hasn’t earned the use of his name from me. But seriously that’s not gonna help what’s going on!”

“Well then Mr.Einstein what IS gonna help huh?!” Nick snapped. “There’s a Killer on the loose near the girls, Katie nearly died, Rachel was beaten up by someone I thought was a friend, Eric was murdered by the Killer and all I can even do is research to try and find ways to protect them because I’m a fucking weak coward!”

Barry’s eyes widened at the outburst… and the fact Nick seemed to be crying harder now.

“I’m not… not strong like you or Katie or Rachel… I’m just… just a useless nerd…” Nick choked out, burying his face into his knees. All the feelings he buried were coming forth and breaking him down. Nick then felt arms wrap around him in a comforting hug.

“That’s not true Nick…”

“It is though…”

“Okay physically yeah I’m kinda tougher than you…. But dude you’re stronger than me in other ways…”

“... no I’m no-”

“Remember that time back in Middle School. Ya know before we met Katie and Rachel?” Barry smiled a little, though Nick couldn’t see it. “The Kid I had stabbed with a pen, you know the one I got sent to the principal's office for and we met because of? Well he tried to get revenge ya know. Had like a little gang try to take me down a notch or two.”

“... It was three kids Barry…”

“Really? Huh coulda sworn it was like ten or more… Where was I- OH yeah, so they tried to take me down. Heh well they kinda did but the kid wanted to do more then stab me with a pen. I don’t really remember what exactly happened but I do know that you had called for help before any stabbing could be done.”

“... I just… did what anyone else would…”

“Nah Nick, thing is kids usually try to stay out of shit like that… You were pretty brave to do that you know.”

“I… I don’t see-”

“Then there was that time in High School. You know when we were on Summer Vacation and decided to sneak into that abandoned building on West Junction. Turned out it wasn’t that abandoned after all…”

“... I told you guys it was a dumb idea…”

“Heh, yeah you did. But you found a way to get us out without being noticed by those guys.”

“... How does that make me strong?”

“Well you usually know what to do and when to do it. Plus it’s mostly to go off proving you’re not useless. You’re a problem solver Nick. I’m just the tough guy who gets into fights, Katie’s the stubborn one who doesn’t give up easily, and Rachel’s been through so much already… well she’s her own brand of strong I guess. What I’m trying to say is that all of us are strong at something. You skipped a grade and you’re in Law School already. You’re really smart Nick… That’s what makes you strong in our group,” Barry grinned as he pulled away from Nick, who pulled his head up with a surprised look on his face.

“Now come on, let’s go out somewhere and get away from this stupid research alright?”

“...! Okay… can I pick the place?” Nick asked, wiping his tears away as an idea came to him.

“Sure, long as I can get you back home before 10:30.”

Nick smiled slightly… though he wouldn’t admit it but he did feel a little guilty on just what he was going to ask of Barry.

….

Katie stretched out as she stepped out of the Bathroom, her day clothes in one arm as a long blue towel was wrapped around her body.

“Shower’s open Rachel!” Katie called, as she made her way into her own room to get dressed… only to pause when she saw a certain figure seemingly about to enter Rachel’s room… and was staring at her. Katie felt her previous smile fall down and caused the rest of her expression to turn into one of annoyance.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” Katie sarcastically responded after a few seconds of silence between the two. She held a little more tightly onto her towel as she shifted slightly in discomfort.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?”

Katie was about to retort but paused and actually considered the words for a moment.

“You know I’m not even mad about that… Good for you,” Katie shrugged before passing him and going into her room. Zack on the other hand took a moment to process exactly what was just said to him…. Before it hit him and he shuddered a bit at it in disgust.

….

It’s been about an hour now and Katie was just finishing setting up everything for her live stream in another two and a half hours.

She had on her gaming shirt with “Katie Kat Plays” written on it in bright red lettering and a silhouette of a cat with headphones and a controller on it, a pair of plain sweatpants and her hair was dry but sticking up a little in some areas, such as the curse she always had with her short wavy hair.

Going through everything she cursed herself as she remembered she still needed to grab something to drink and snack on for later… and she still didn’t want to interact with Zack… if he was even out there…

“... I’m heading out Katie,” the brunette heard Rachel call to her through the door.

“Okay, have fun! Don’t punch the customers!”

“I’m not Barry but okay.”

Katie laughed and said a final goodbye and waited a few minutes after she heard the apartment door open then close before leaving her room to grab the final things she needed… however the moment she opened the door she pretty much nearly ran into the resident Ghost again.

“JESUS FUCK/WHAT THE FUCK!” both exclaimed at the same time, neither one expecting the other right off the bat.

“Give a girl a heart attack why don’t ya?!” Katie hissed as she backed up against her doorway to catch her breath from her surprise.

“Wasn’t trying to you fucking bitch!”

“Asshole…” Katie muttered with a slight glare as she pushed herself off the doorway and hurried over to the kitchen. As she did the dawning realization that she was going to be alone in the apartment with the ghost of a serial killer became much more apparent… As she reached the Fridge she took a deep breath and turned around.

“Zack right?” She asked immediately after taking her deep calming breath. Zack turned his attention back to the girl with an annoyed look.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Just.. making sure for starters…” Katie trailed before shaking it off. “Look I just really need to address the Elephant in the room.”

“Yeah she’s five foot six, has the god damned fridge open and is talking to me.”

“Fuck you, I’m trying to be nice…. This really isn’t helping with what I’m trying to say.”

“Well spit it out I ain’t fucking stopping you!”

Taking a deep breath again, Katie calmed herself down enough for what she was about to say.

“Look, I really don’t like you and the feeling’s mutual from what I can tell.”

“We got a regular fucking Sherlock here.”

“But Rachel for whatever reason seems to like you. I can barely wrap my head around why… Sure she liked Eric as well but that took a fucking turn for the worst with that shit head… Getting off topic sorry…”

“What the fuck is the point in this?”

“Look what I’m trying to say is… I’m willing to tolerate you… and give you a shot as long as you don’t try to kill me again.”

Zack quirked a brow at this, not entirely sure if he should believe her or not.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not, because in all honesty I really… really don’t like you asshole. But you can’t run through life based on the first impressions of someone’s cover.”

Like I almost did with Barry. Katie thought to herself at the end.

“So… What do you say? Start over and just you know… try to tolerate one another?” Katie asked, rubbing at the back of her neck feeling uncomfortable about this… but really wanting to understand what her friend seemed to like about this guy.

Zack actually thought this over for a bit… Rachel had introduced Katie as her best friend earlier…

“Fine whatever the fuck you want bitch…”

“Excuse you ass stain, I’m a lady not a bitch,” Katie quickly responded.

“Oh, ex-fucking-cuse me your Lady Bitch face, my mistake.” The slight smirk that Katie saw on his face was all the sign she needed to know what was going on now.

“Oh I see where this is going… Very well then your Lord of Shitdom glad you fucking acknowledge it!”

From there the insults just kept flying between the two and the smirks on both their faces just kept growing as each insult and curse kept going.

…..

“You know if Traffic is terrible on the way back I won’t be able to get you home on time,” Barry pointed out as he drove both him and Nick to the location Nick suggested. In all honesty Barry had no idea where Nick wanted him to take him to… but for the fact it was at least three hours, not counting the traffic that made it take an extra hour, to drive there Barry hoped it was a food place.

“I’m nearly 18 I’ll be fine…. Left up here,” Nick pointed out, and the pink haired boy took it.

“Well wherever you’re leading us, I hope it’s got pie,” Barry smiled at the thought of a nice hot, freshly made blackberry pie.

Oh or maybe a Cherry pie, yum. Then again nothing beats the classic Apple pie. Barry thought to himself and felt himself lick his lips at the thought of all the pie.

“Uh… no… we can stop somewhere to eat though…” Nick laughed nervously while Barry groaned in disappointment.

“Damn… You wanna hit that Denny’s over there?” Barry asked, already pulling into the turn lane for it.

“You’re the driver,” Nick pointed out, causing Barry to squeal in delight as he took the turn and made his way into the parking lot.

When the duo got in and got a table both began looking through the menu, before Barry immediately set his down knowing what he wanted and looking across the table to his best friend.

“So whatcha planning?”

“.... I don’t frequent Denny’s like you do Barry, give me another minute to-”

“No not that, this trip. What’s the plan with this little trip?”

“Oh that…. We’re doing hands on research this time…”

“Huh?”

“Um… Yeah… We’re going to the building Rachel was found at.”

Silence followed for a bit between the two as Barry processed what was said for a bit… until the waitress came by to take their order, with which Barry ordered an entire burger meal seeing as he didn’t want to eat the dinner his mom planned out.

Nick soon followed with his own order… of spaghetti and meatball dinner.

Guess he’s not over missing out on mom’s lasagna, Barry thought with a slight shudder but still focused on what Nick had told him.

“So… we’re going to a probably abandoned building.”

“Yup.”

“That once had a serial killer in it and who knows how many deaths there.”

“It’s possible but yeah.”

“And had been blown up from the inside out and is probably dangerous as sin to even try to get to the lower levels?”

“That pretty much sums up the whole thing.”

“....”

“...”

“.... Okay, sounds crazy, but hot damn it also sounds kinda fun. Might go better then that last abandoned place we went to.” Barry smirked as he thought of the possibilities of the abandoned building… but purposely trying to ignore the ideas of it being haunted. He did always want to explore an abandoned building after all.

“Glad you see it that way… the search group that investigated the building gave up on clearing some of the debris so we might need to move more rubble to investigate.”

“You mean have me remove the debris and point out the weaker looking places to move.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, when we get there just lead the way man.”

Nick couldn’t help but smile at his friend. Sure he had a short fuse sometimes, and when angry would fight anyone and anything but damn he was one of the best friends Nick’s ever had.

….

“You’ve seriously never played a video game before?” Katie laughed, having gotten past most of the insults and moved on to actual conversations for the past hour and a half with the ghost.

“Most of that shit needs reading. It takes to much fucking time and effort.”

“Dude when my livestream is over I gotta introduce you to some of the best ones I’ve got. You seem like a Resident Evil kinda guy,” Katie mused, remembering how she got Rachel into a few of the games she had but got really freaked out with the Silent Hill games the first time around. Hell sometimes the blond would join her on her Live Streams when she either had time off work or got home early enough.

“You mean that cheesy as hell movie?”

“God no… they were based on cheesy as hell Games that were far better in my opinion.”

Zack groaned about “Fucking Cheesy ass shit” while Katie just snickered.

“No but seriously the newest one BioHazard is amazing, only tiny bits of cheese hidden here and there but fucking scary as hell,” Katie explained as Zack rolled his mismatched eyes. Katie huffed a little at this reaction but instead grabbed the remote for the TV in the living room.

“So any requests for shows or movies? I got about an hour left before I gotta stream.”

“I don’t care surprise the shit out of me.”

“Hmm, OH I got a good one then,” Katie smirked as she went into a little cabinet below the Television that held all the DVD’s they owned. Shifting through a few of the things she finally found her prize and held it out as if to present it’s glory.

“This is a great anime! It’s got blood, guts, gore and you kinda get to enjoy the plot but it’s still an all out gore fest when it kicks off!” Katie grinned as she proudly held the anime out for Zack to see… who barely understood what the title was but seemed interesting enough to him.

As she popped the DVD in and set the TV up to play it Katie soon plopped back into the chair, fully intent on seeing just how right she was on her anime recommendation for the ghost.

Well I’ll find out in the first two episodes at least.

#things forgotten #things forgotten au #chapter 8 #fanfiction #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #satsuten #isaac foster #rachel gardner #oc's #angel of slaughter

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