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PICK A CARD: What kind of yandere they would be [18+]

Hello and welcome to this new post of mine! In here I will give you a reading on what kind of yandere your future spouse would be. I hope you guys enjoy and find this interesting.

Warning: this pac is for 18+ and entertainment only. This pac can be triggering to some people.

Masterpost > Paid Readings

~pick a card~

Pile 1:

Your future spouse would definitely be the yandere that no one notices, not even you. They watch from afar, don’t come too close and know perfectly well what they can and can’t do in order to avoid being caught yet still find their way into getting what they want.

This kind of yandere would have a habit of stealing little things from your appartement or bag, but so small it is basically not noticeable; a pen, a piece of paper, some hair thrown in the trash. Small things no one pays mind to except them.

When it comes to actual harm they wouldn’t do much since they know well enough that what they do is not good and they minimalize it as much as possible. ‘If I don’t take essential and important things it’s basically like I haven’t stolen at all.’ Is something they would often tell themselves.

Pile 2:

Your future spouse would be more of an active yandere, in such a way that you would actually notice / feel the effects from the presence of this person in your life. They’d be the very charming kind that act like they’re incredibly normal, kind, helpful and caring, but in actuality they fake all their interactions with the people around you to be able to get close to you.

They wouldn’t only charm you into becoming close with them, they’d be the yandere to put cameras in your house or make pictures of you through holes in the door or through windows. Your future spouse would also be the kind of yandere that would eventually put something in your drink (which they’re able to do since you trust them, and they’ve often cooked dinner for you) to take you with them once the pills have taken effect.

Pile 3:

This future spouse would definitely be the yandere that constantly follows you when you’re walking outside, especially at night. You’ll have a pretty active nightlife (if you don’t already) which would give this theoretical yandere the chance at following you around, mostly unnoticed. However, you would eventually find our or have a hunch due to your intuition sending off alarm bells on full blast.

Your future spouse would be the kind of yandere that, at first (and for an incredibly long time), wouldn’t directly talk to you or seek contact with you. They’d secretly stalk you, finding out everything about you; your family, your friends, your schedule, your hobbies etc. absolutely everything. Some of this pile would also be able to hack into your phone and figure this stuff out.

This s/o if they were a yandere would be the kind of yandere to manipulate situations in your life which makes it more likely to walk past them, or makes it easier to see you in real life. This manipulation could go from simply changing your schedule without your knowledge, but also harming your family (maybe friends but mostly family) to get you to come to certain places where they can easily see you and watch you.

[gothsuguru]

Hello! You can totally ignore if this isn’t up your alley but you could write something about suguru watching reader from afar while they grieve him for leaving? Either it’s super sad or twisted cause he feels happy that you love him enough to grieve him

I also could send in nsfw requests if you want those too

the choiceless grief that drove him underground

contents: f!reader, mentions of guilt, stalking, & mass murder. both characters express grief in different ways. bit of callous/twisted suguru, a nod to his dacryphilia as well. mainly angsty but i guess at the core of it… it’s sweet? w.c: ~ 1.4k

a/n: rem, i owe you my life & then some! :’) thank you SO much for the concept idea! <3 i love delving into the twisted/not-so pretty parts of suguru so i hope you enjoy! :D

the premise of the situation is quite… haunting.

to mourn a friend, (‘a lover’ — his voice gently admonishes from the back of your mind), who isn’t dead.

he still roams around the aether — akin to a ghost. and here you are, grieving a corporeal phantom of your past.

both you and suguru have a penchant for nostalgia, him moreso than you. it’s why he’s here now at the foothills of mount mushiro, camouflaging himself into the shadows of the night, depleting his own cursed energy so there’s not a single trace of him left. he stands there in a vantage point hidden behind massive japanese oak trees, a lonely specter peering wistfully at his dearly beloved.

ex-beloved, rather, he should say.

it was of his own volition anyways.

your lack of cursed energy leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he remembers why he despises you so. the healed x-shaped scar on his chest burns and he wants to give you a matching one on your heart, as a reminder. you’re worse than a curse, he forces himself to seethe. heavenly restriction, huh? nothing heavenly about you…

a sick part of suguru wants to finally see you shatter — to watch someone as powerful as you break down and wail with such unbridled anguish, to hear your sorrowful screams pierce through the night sky like a gunshot wound to the head. something about imagining the way your tears would stick to your lashes makes his heart beat unbearably fast from within his ribcage. from sadness or intrigue, he doesn’t quite know…

he just selfishly craves to be the cause of it. to have you drown in tears of melancholy & be sundered by it like a tsunami of eerie desolation — to be plagued with devotion and corruption. just like him.

he wants you to get on your hands and knees and prostrate yourself to him — to lower yourself at his feet.

beneath him.

where you should be.

to apologize for being you. to apologize for coming into his life. to apologize for making him fall in love. to apologize for being his greatest curse. his greatest regret.

(regret for loving you or regret for leaving you… he’s not sure, yet. he’ll decide when he’s of more sound mind.)

yet all he gets is… just you… sitting there. expressionless.

suguru huffs quietly, his low-lidded gaze is heavy with fatigue and slight boredom. his soft exhales turn into smoky vapor in front of him, evaporating within seconds. he tediously redirects his amber irises back at you, observing you like a science experiment, scrutinizing your every move… only if you had done something, of course.

he notes that your stony face betrays no emotions, your body is rigid as if in living rigor-mortis. he surmises that the only thing that differentiates you from the zen statues around you is the gentle wisps of your hair across your face courtesy of the cold wind, crisp due to the night air.

before he realizes it, suguru’s fingers involuntarily twitch.

muscle memory.

(the same fingers have brushed against the plush of your cheek, caressed your hair & gently moved the strands away from your face. soft finger-pads outlined your lips gently, the shape of your cupid’s bow committed to memory. suguru figured the name was quite apt… he found himself wholly enraptured & in love.

hit by eros’ arrow the very moment he laid eyes on you — his lighthouse. his demise.)

a slight sniffle breaks suguru out of his reverie. he snaps his head back up at you, pierced brows furrowed and bright ochre eyes wide. he ignores the pang in his chest, his shock overtaking his senses leaving him paralyzed.

are you…?

your reddened eyes flit towards the foliage where suguru hides behind, and you softly rasp out a tired sigh. your lack of words are far more frigid than the midnight air, causing an ice cold shiver to run through suguru’s spine.

forcing the constriction in his throat back down, he exhales shakily, in a state of utter shock.

right.

heightened senses. superhuman physical capabilities. you always knew where suguru was before he ever knew where you were. a relationship of mutual indulgence — you pretend you don’t see him, and he pretends that you don’t know where he is at all times. as if you haven’t memorized his scent, his mannerisms, his soul. as if you couldn’t recognize him through physical vibrations alone.

just pretend you don’t see me now… indulge me one last time… please.

muscle memory.

you look away.

you focus your gaze towards the skyline of bountiful forest green trees, impeccable eyesight zeroing in on a tree with a heart carved around both his and your initials upon the espresso bark. the same tree where you had rested your head on suguru’s lap while he read his favorite books to you. the same tree where you had both shared your first kiss. the same tree where you had found out from a dear friend that suguru had murdered a whole village — some bullshit about him wanting to create a world with no curses. no non-sorcerers. no you.

you once playfully joked to suguru that you loved him more than he loved you. you remember the way his fists clenched at his sides, the furrow in his brow coupled with the immediate narrowing of his eyes, along with the slight snarl in his lip and voice pierced your soul as he resolutely scolded you — no one could ever love as deeply, as passionately, as genuinely as he loves you.

loved, rather, you should say.

what a fuckin’ liar.

…

in a blink of an eye, you disappear.

like a ghost.

you leave suguru alone to his own futile devices. he figures it’s fair, to indulge you one last time too, allowing you the ‘last laugh’, though he knows there’s no victors in this sick game that’s being played. he’s walked away from you before, it’s only fitting you do the same to him now.

his feet drag him to where you were hunched over before, his brain unable to catch up to what his body is doing. something glints in the moonlight, there in your stead, atop the plush green grass.

he crouches down, picking up the small photograph. the faded polaroid feels far heavier in his hand than he would think. a delicious shiver runs down suguru’s spine when he realizes his fingertips are touching where yours have touched. the bitterness that found its way in his mouth in the beginning washes away, leaving only a sickly sweet flavor that surrounds his mouth like pillowy cotton candy.

it’s one he hasn’t seen. you must’ve kept this with you all this time, he muses.

a photo, a candid, of him.

the pink sakura petals offered up a beautiful backdrop after a mission you two took in kyoto. back then, his smile was genuine & unbelievably wide — pearly whites on display, his pierced cherry red lips matched the camellia red blush that painted his cheeks — no doubt from your flirtatious comments about his beauty. his eyes were squinted, a photo you took of him while mid-laugh. he pushed his bangs aside while speaking to you, wanting to give you his full attention. the promise ring on his finger glinted in the sunlight along with the silver hairpin you gifted him moments before you took the photo, its amethyst gem dangling above his bun. a beacon of light.

a sign of devotion, of unending love. a promise.

suguru’s heart feels a bit heavier than he would like it to, yet the soft smile that graces his features is the most genuine form of adoration he’s exhibited since his defection. inundated with grief, you still held on to him.

an anchor of your past. a plague of your present. a welcoming calamity of your future.

“you still love me too, huh?” he softly whispers into the night, a sad smile on his face.

he gazes up at the moon. it looks quite beautiful tonight. he silently hopes you’re staring at it too.

thinking of him the same way he’s thinking of you.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello there!! It’s 🦐 anon back at it again and I have another request if that’s okay.

I don’t know what character limit is the max, but could I have some headcanons for when Jeff, Toby and ben have a crush obsession on someone (reader) , but they discover they’re already dating someone else? What would they do? (Seperately)

If you can’t do 3, only doing Jeff and ben is fine! Just thought of this idea and you’re one of my favourite writers that’s active in here, so I came to you!! Have fun if you end up writing this. Have a lovely day.

-🦐

It's always ok to ask for stuff! And don't worry about character limit because i think the absolute most id be willing to do is maybe 10 per ask

Also it makes me smile to see that im one of someone's favorite writers 💞💞

Tw: stalking and obsessive behavior

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff doesn't really like people all that much

And as we know, he is very self absorbed

So if he actually finds himself enjoying you, let alone loving you, he assumes that you should automatically love him as well

He spends every second he can watching you through your windows, learning your schedule, all of your favorite things, etc, etc

And eventually, he builds up enough courage to sneak into your house while you are away

He smells your clothes, cherishing the heavenly scent

He steals one of your t-shirts and steals your toothbrush (definetly not to brush his own teeth with)

He snags your perfume/cologne as well, so that he can always smell like you

And with all of his treasures in his pockets, he sneaks back out

He continues this cycle for weeks until one day, you bring someone else home with you

"One of their friends" he tells himself, jealousy already boiling in his heart

But when he sees you look up at them with your gorgeous eyes, and sees you kiss them, he snaps

He is seeing red as he breaks through the window, killing your partner in cold blood

He feels betrayed, how could you do something like this to him?

He ends up knocking you out, and bringing you back to his home, where he ties you to his bed and waits for you to wake up

Because you have got some major explaining to do...

Toby

Toby finds himself feeling like a lost puppy around you

He loves you, oh lord he loves you

But he can't have you know that yet

If you were to see him, see the things he's done, that'd scare you off for sure

And so he watches you from afar

He watches you when you go to work, he watches you as you head home, he sits closely by you when you're at a resteraunt

He doesn't ever allow himself to break into your home (unlike SOMEONE on this list 😒)

But if you ever drop something, say, a piece of trash, or maybe something falls out of your pocket, he swarms all over that

He has a special little drawer in his nightstand full of all of the things he's collected from you

But lately, he's been noticing a...shift...in your schedule

Meeting the same person over and over again, until one day, his worst fears are confirmed

As you make your plans with them, you share a sweet kiss and walk away, holding hands as you do so

This breaks him

He can feel his heart aching, as he knows that he's lost you

He blames it on himself "if I had just talked to them sooner"

He can't bring himself to hurt them, though

And, they can't be all that bad if they make you happy

And so, he allows this person to keep dating you, continuing to stalk you from the shadows, waiting for the day that you leave them, and his chance will be presented again

BEN

Ben has a....knack, for finding people

It's almost like scrolling through the front page of social media to him

Scrolling past an endless sea of countless faces, watching videos, playing games, streaming, etc

But one day, he found you

Your gorgeous face entranced him almost immediately

And by the end of the first five minutes of just staring at you, he knew that he needed you

He comes back to you, day after day, saving all that you watch in his own personal playlist

If you like video games, he will know, and he will send you all of the games you could ever want

You don't know where they're coming from, but you aren't complaining

He occassionally peers through your electronics cameras, and just watches you sleep

You look so nice and cozy, he wishes he could be there with you, holding you, keeping you safe

And one day, he notices a new person coming into the picture

A....romantic interest of yours

He can't have that.

And so he hacks them. He leaks their adress, he posts life ruining things on their socials, even going as far as to make them think that you are doing these things, making them hate you and putting more and more strain on your relationship

Eventually, you break up, unknowing that BEN was behind it all

And he's been sending you love messages along the way

Little gifts he knows youd like too

And now he can make himself known to you, as an angel, a savior, rather than the monster that had ruined your relationship with your partner

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 3

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: small part including intoxication but nothing too bad

summary: angsty - slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 3!!!

part 1

part 2

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Chan enters the cafe and looks around, they’ve definitely remodeled it.

Inside this cafe - actually it’s not even really a cafe - there's a few tables next to floor to ceiling windows, and there is a bookstore slash library area. In a way it’s basically a library cafe. This cafe is built in an open floor plan so it’s not only big but sort-of refreshing, he doesn’t know how to explain it. Chan takes a seat in a corner and a waiter comes up to him, “Hello, welcome to Connections! What can I get started for you today?”

Chan orders and takes out his laptop, trying to work. The reason why he’s here, you may wonder, he’s not entirely sure either. Until he sees you. You’re sitting facing away from him closer to the plant window and plant section, a place where you always liked to sit. Where in the morning, the sun can warm you up and you can be around nature but in an indoor environment. 

It’s been a few day’s since he last saw you. Yet you’ve crossed his mind each day, making him confused on his thoughts or whatever.

---

“Here’s your order sir.” the waitress places down his drink, “Anything else I can get for you?”

“Actually, yes. Do you know how long that girl has been here for?” Chan points in her direction. 

“She’s been here for about two hours now, would you like to sit over there?” 

“No, no thank you. Also what’s the wifi here?”

“Actually, Ms.Y/n, who sits right there can help you with that.”

“Right, of course.”

---

Chan ends up staring at his laptop screen unsure of how to ask you for the wifi. Should I walk up casually? ‘Hey Y/n, I know you probably hate me, but can I get the wifi to the building your parents own?’ Or I could just ask the waitress to help me, there’s no way they send every single person to Y/n everytime they need someone to connect to the wifi.

As he’s deep in his thoughts he sees you start to pack your things, unaware of his actions he gulps down his drink and starts to also pack up, why do I feel like I’m stalking her?

Chan stays in his seat as he sees you walk out and into a car, which luckily is right at the front. He waits for the car you’re in to leave before he runs out, jumps into his and follows after you.

---

I’m definitely stalking aren’t I, he starts to groan at himself before he sees you pull into a parking lot of a well-known bar. Again he follows and parks.

He sees you rushing out and inside and again he follows. He sees you walk up to a guy, this guy who is clearly a bit intoxicated. Chan sits from afar and watches. He isn’t quite sure of the conversation being held between you two, but you don’t look happy. Neither does the guy.

Chan’s starting to wonder who this person is before the guy places his hands on your thigh and leans in to kiss you. Chan watches as he starts to wrap his hand around your waist, he then looks away. Boyfriend, right. Of course, she has a boyfriend. It’s been 2 years, what'd you expect? Chan gets up and leaves the bar. 

He sits in his car and sighs. Sinking into the seat. What am I doing? What am I doing here?

---

He turns on his car and takes it out of park preparing to reverse. He sees you exiting the bar, this time mad. You’re yelling at your boyfriend, trying to push him away but he’s still grabbing onto you. 

Chan’s fight or flight mode kicks in and he drives to the front where you are rolling down his window, “Get in.” he opens his door from his seat.

You look at him. Her boyfriend looks at him. 

“Y/n, get in.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man asks Chan, letting go of his grip on y/n.

Y/n glances at her boyfriend before looking at Chan, Chan looking at her with pleading eyes.

She hops into his car and slams the door shut. Chan presses on the gas and they drive off with an angry man yelling behind them.

“Are you okay?”

---- *author’s note: imagine if I just stopped here lol* ----

You don’t bother looking at Chan, “He’s not a bad guy if that’s what you're thinking, he’s just a little drunk that’s all.”

“What is he? Your boyfriend?” Chan’s eyes on the road, not sure where he’s technically going.

“It’s complicated.” You take out your phone, “You can just drop me off on the side and I’ll call an uber.”

“If he’s not a bad guy then why’d you get in the car? And if he’s not your boyfriend, who is he?” Chan just starts spilling out questions, nothing to lose.”And I’m not going to just leave you on the side of the road, it’s 10pm, I’ll just drop you off home.”

You sit and stare at him, I don’t know why I got in the car, Chan. I don’t have to tell you who he is, it’s none of your business. “He’s my ex…now.” you look out the window, “Do you even know where you’re going?”

“y/n it may have been like 2 years but I still remember how to get to your house,” Chan reaches to turn the volume up, “How have you been?”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you acting so normal?”

Chan looks at you at the red light, “I just thought since you’re in my car and it’ll be like half an hour till we get to your house you’d want to talk. Catch up, I don’t know.”

You look at him, not sure how to feel but, “Okay.” You sit up, “I’ve been good. How have you been?”

The light turns green, “I’ve been good too.”

There’s a short silence before Chan breaks it again, “How’s college? Or are you working now? Last time we spoke you were, what, um you were about to graduate. So are you working now?”

Talking about this, it tugs at your heart, you don’t understand how this isn’t hurting him at all. He looks completely unphased and unbothered by it all. Have I not moved on from this?

“Yeah, I graduated. Top of my class. I’m trying to get my PhD in psychology on the side, but um, I’m working now, yeah, I’m training to be a subordinate executive officer at this tech company.”

“That’s…wow. That’s great, y/n, I’m so proud of you. I knew you were gonna go big. What’s the tech company?”

“Um… Apple.”

Chan looks over at you in shock, “Wait what? Really?”

You nod, “Harvard was able to give me great connections.”

“I- wow, I can’t believe it. That’s so cool.” 

“How’s your work, Chan?” you question as if you don’t know that he’s literally a superstar. But you’re more wondering, how are you?

Chan takes a moment to think, “It’s well, you know, busy.” He laughs dryly, “I don’t know if you keep up with us anymore, but I’m still doing stuff with Stray kids. We’re actually planning on going on tour next year. Our 2nd world tour.”

“Yeah I’ve heard, Hannah told me about –” you stop yourself.

“Hannah?” Chan looks over again, “You still talk to Hannah? She still talks to you?”

“I mean come on Chan, I was like her older sister. Even if I tried to stop talking to her, she would always reach out anyways.” You rolled your eyes, “She came to my graduation ceremony.”

Chan bites the inside of his cheek, “I just - She never told me.”

“It was better that way.”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

“Huh?” as he turns onto the freeway.

“Like why didn’t you invite me?”

“Because we had broken up? Why would I invite you?” you scoff at how genuine his voice sounds, like he really doesn’t know.

“I mean yeah, but I was with you throughout most of the college experience, I would’ve obviously wanted to come to support you through it all.”

You laugh out loud at this, “You’re joking right?”

Chan doesn’t laugh. 

“Chan, you broke up with me on New Years, 5 months before my graduation. And you’re asking why I didn’t invite you?” You're starting to heat up, “If I wasn’t able to pull myself together I probably wouldn’t have been able to graduate. And you have the audacity to say you wanted to support me?”

“We’ve already talked about this, Y/n.” Chan brushes his hands through his hair, “Please don’t get so mad.”

Him asking you to not get mad makes you more infuriated, “Don’t get mad? You’re insane. Acting like we didn’t waste 5 years of our lives together. I can’t believe I dated you.”

“Waste? Is that what you call it now?” Chan laughs, “It’s been 2 years since I've seen you and you’re still the same. Quick to get mad at something I say, your communication still sucks.”

“I’m not mad.” you turn more to face him, “I’m just a bit taken aback at how you’re acting so nonchalant.”

“It’s not like we’re dating anymore, y/n. I don’t know what you want.” Chan exits the freeway.

“You’re right we aren’t dating. I don't know why I'm here.” You start to grab your bag and throw your phone in it, “Stop the car.”

“What do you mean stop –”

“Chan. Stop the car, I’m getting out.” using a stern voice.

He stops the car, “Y/n your house is right there just let me drop you off it’s late.”

“I just can’t, Chan.” You’re biting the inside of your cheek, “I-I just can’t sit in the car, or whatever. I-I can’t talk to you so nonchalantly, without feeling any type of way.”

“Feel like what?” Chan asks as you open the door to leave, yet he does nothing to stop you.

“I can’t sit here with you and talk to you, like you weren’t the love of my life. While you talk to me like I was nothing to you.” You exit the car, leaving without turning back.

Chan isn’t sure what to say or do. He’s frozen again. Love of her life?

Chan looks up and sees you turn into the gated community, where you live.

He turns on the radio and drives home.

author's note: UGH writing this broke my heart bc this is like seeing an alternate ego of Chan 😣🥲 Like Chan you're killing me, why are you acting so cold 💔

also if anyone would like to be tagged into the next parts pls lmk!

[nanasparadise]

“Be my valentine” Yan! Josuke x female reader

Valentine’s special! <3

Summary: In order to please your mum, you ask out Josuke for a fake date on Valentine’s Day. Little do you know that the date is realer to him than you would like…

TW: stalking, noncon touching, threat, reader gets physically hurt, toxic relationship, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Josuke has been aged up to 18. No minor content on my blog!!!!

Word count: 2442

Nervously, you tucked on the skirt of your school uniform. If your mum would have been here, she’d have scolded you for your tick, informing you that it was rude to fumble with your clothes. You sighed deeply at that thought. Your mum. She was the reason you were in this embarrassing situation now. Gathering all your courage, you took a deep breath and walked up to the most popular guy at your school: Josuke Higashikata. A feeling of dread manifested itself deep in your stomach. “Oh God Y/N, it’s not too late to turn around and leave”, you thought anxiously. Pushing aside your idea of fleeing, you kept heading towards your schoolmate’s direction. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Josuke – on the contrary, you two liked each other enough to share some small talk in the hallway. It’d be hard to bear a grudge against the kindest and happiest boy at school. That was the reason you chose him for this stupid date your mother forced you on. After all, he was known throughout Morioh for his helpfulness. So surely, he’d help you out of your misery as well, right? Seeing your approaching form from afar, Josuke flashed you a gleeful grin and waved eagerly at you. Awkwardly, you waved back, a shy smile adorning your lips. 

“Hey Y/N, great to see you!”, the boy enthusiastically greeted you when you’d finally arrived. Next to Josuke stood his best friend Okuyasu, smiling and waving as well. Though you weren’t really friends, you weren’t surprised by their overbrimming friendliness. 

“Hi Josuke and Okuyasu”, you replied clumsily. In moments like these, you wished you were more socially gifted. Instead, you felt heat coming off your skin from this simple and innocent action, your embarrassment being already visible through your slight stutter and awkward body position.

 “What’s up?”, Morioh’s sweetheart asked you, his grin never leaving his mouth. The pompadour bearing boy relished your bashful behaviour. 

“How cute”, he thought dreamily. 

“Uhm, how do I start…”, you mused, fumbling again with your skirt as your nervousness grew. “Well, you see, I’m kinda in this situation where my mum forces me to go on a date with someone for Valentine’s Day. I know, it sounds stupid and it totally is, but she thinks I should be more self-assured and social and apparently, asking someone out is the perfect opportunity to boost my confidence,” you chuckled timidly.

Josuke’s sky blue eyes lit up at your words. Was he dreaming? Were you, Y/N L/N, his secret crush, really asking him out on a date? Okuyasu seemed to have the same thoughts as he shamelessly pushed his elbow in his best friend’s ribs and wiggled suggestively his eyebrows. Josuke glared darkly at him, signalling the boy to not embarrass him in front of you. Your schoolmate still couldn’t fully grasp the situation. He’d been imagining countless times how it’d be to go out with you: to hold your smaller hand, to touch your shiny hair, to kiss your sweet lips…

Though your following words did put a damper on Josuke’s reverie. 

“Of course it wouldn’t be a real date, you know? We’d be just faking it to please my mum. She threatened she wouldn’t let me home again unless I was in company with my date and by the way she looked at me, I don’t doubt her words a bit.” Oh. So you didn’t really want to be his valentine. Josuke’s cheerful demeanour slowly died down at your statement, his smile vanishing. You stared back at him, confusion entering your mind. Didn’t he agree with your suggestion? Did you ask too much of him? 

“Maybe I should offer him something in return.” 

“I owe you big time if you agree to this. Please Josuke, I really need to do this and I don’t wanna ask another person. I’d be so, so grateful if you’d help me out. I swear, I’ll never bother you again then!”, you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes. The boy in front of you couldn’t help but give in to you. His typical grin appeared one more time as his earlier disappointment melted away. You might not ask him out voluntarily, but the male made it his mission to show you after this date just how much he truly loved you - and how you two could be a real couple. 

“Sure thing Y/N,” Josuke answered chipperly, “just one thing – don’t say you bother me. You could never.” The boy winked confidently at you. Again, you felt heat rising in your face as you stuttered awkwardly a “thank you”. Both Josuke and Okuyasu laughed whole-heartly at your reaction, which only increased your embarrassment. “So, we’ll meet next week at 7 p.m. at Tonio’s?”

You were so peaceful when you slept. Slowly, your chest would rise and fall, a calm cycle that would persist until you’d eventually wake up. Tender blue eyes marvelled at your slumbering form. Gently, as to not startle and awaken you, the male caressed your soft cheek. Fortunately for him, you were a deep sleeper. It was ironic how the boy had no qualms breaking into your room at night - he had been doing so for months – but couldn’t have asked you out on a date. No, you had to do that for him, even if it wasn’t out of love. “Yet”, Josuke reminded himself. He was hellbent on making you fall in love with him. Why wouldn’t you? After all, he was Morioh’s sweetheart, admired by everyone. Yes, you’d fall for his charm, he was sure of that. A small sigh escaped his mouth. Josuke’s fingers now wandered down to your lips, wondering how they would feel against his. Longingly, he gazed at you. He would give up everything if it meant to be with you forever, to hold you in his arms every night, to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. For you to be his. “I can’t wait for our date, babe,” Josuke whispered giddily, “it will be the beginning of our relationship, I can feel it.”

To your surprise, your “date” had gone actually quite smoothly. You’d expected an awkward silence between you, but Josuke had kept you entertained the whole time during dinner, cracking jokes and telling odd stories. He’d even gifted you a box of chocolates with a note saying “Be my valentine” on it. You’d refused to take it, but Josuke had been insisted. 

“No really, accept it please. I want to give it to you. Plus, it will increase the authenticity of our date”, he had winked at you with his usual smile. His gentleman behaviour hadn’t stopped there:  your schoolmate had complimented the dress you wore and had even paid for your dinner. No matter how many times you’d persisted on paying yourself, Josuke had remained stubborn. 

“Please, we’re not in the 50s anymore, I can pay for myself. I really don’t wanna burden you any further and-“ 

“No,” he had cut you off, “I’m going to pay for everything. You still don’t understand that you’re not a burden to me. I want this to be the best date ever for you, so of course I’m going to pay.” Realising that you couldn’t have won this argument, you’d simply sighed and rolled your eyes at him while the boy had given you a goofy grin.

Right now, the two of you stood in front of the door of your house. Gingerly, you took Josuke’s hand into yours, giving the illusion that you two had been doing so the whole time, while fumbling for your keys in your purse. The male’s eyes widened at your action and he blushed deeply, butterflies bursting in his stomach. Finally, you managed to open the door and the pair of you entered your home. 

“Mum, I’m back!”, you shouted nervously in the hall, “And my date is with me!” 

“Oh my, dear, no need to scream”, your mother responded as she walked down the stairs. When she perceived you two standing there holding hands, a bright smile appeared on her face. 

“Hello Mrs L/N!”, Josuke greeted her politely, wanting to leave a good impression for her. 

“Hi Josuke! I’m glad to see you here,” your mum answered cheerily, “How’s your mother doing?”

After some small talk and a couple of embarrassing questions concerning your date from your mother, the two of you were outside in front of your door again to say each other goodbye. It was already pitch dark and the cool wind made you shiver slightly. 

“Thank you so much Josuke,” you said eventually, gratefulness dripping from your voice, “without you, I’d be sleeping outside this night.” The male laughed sincerely at your joke. 

“With pleasure Y/N, you know I’d do anything for you.” 

You looked at him with big eyes, astonishment written on your face. He did realise that this had been just a fake date, right? Feeling uncomfortable, you simply cleared your throat, ignoring his comment. 

“Anyway, I still owe you a favour for this. Do you maybe already have something on your mind?”,  you awkwardly asked. 

“How about this”, Josuke murmured dreamily. Without a warning, his lips crashed onto yours. For someone so sweet and friendly, his kiss was surely demanding. You could feel every tiny bit of his passion seeping through his mouth. A pair of hands were placed on either side of your face, ensuring your position. Josuke kissed you as if he’d be drowning and you were his only source of air. He took in every touch, every smell, every taste coming from your body and bathed indulgently in it. While the boy enjoyed every second of this moment, you did not. You thought you had made clear beforehand that you didn’t intend this to be a real date, that you weren’t currently interested in a relationship…  Hesitantly, you placed your hands on Josuke’s chest and pushed slightly, signalling him to let go of you. To your surprise, he did so quite easily.  Through heavy-lidded eyes, Josuke looked down at your smaller form, a love-struck smile building on his face. 

“Josuke…”, you whispered. Ah, how he loved it when you said his name. His grin only grew bigger. “I’m sorry for not having been clear enough, but this wasn’t an actual date. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to lead you on or something…” Immediately, his happy face fell. 

“But Y/N, we had such a great evening!”, Josuke replied, desperation swinging in his voice, “I know you didn’t intend this to be real, but I thought you changed your mind! You seemed so happy during our date, didn’t I make you happy?” 

“Of course you did!”, you intervened, trying to calm the boy down, “Of course, Josuke. You’re a great guy, really, I just don’t wanna be in a relationship now.” 

“But why?” You could see tears forming in the corner of his blue eyes. “I don’t get it. You said you enjoyed the date and you like me, why not be with me then? I can’t wait for you any longer Y/N, I’ve been already waiting for so long. And now that I’ve got a taste of your love, I can’t go back to simply watching you. No Y/N, I need you now.” His comment gave you the chills. Never in your life would you have thought that you’d be feeling afraid of Morioh’s sweetheart. Suddenly, you were shivering again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the cold. 

“Josuke, I’m sorry about all of this. If I would have known your feelings towards me beforehand, I wouldn’t have asked you out on this fake date. But again, I don’t want a relationship right now. You need to respect that”, you replied, while trying to turn towards the door to flee the situation. Though Josuke made sure you didn’t escape him. One strong hand grabbed forcefully your right hand. Intense eyes bore into yours, a darkness clouding them. You prepared yourself to scream, but your schoolmate reacted faster, putting the other hand over your mouth to muffle your voice. 

“I’m really sorry for what I’ll do now, I truly am, Y/N,” his normally chipper voice sounded so sombre, so dangerous, “but I have no other choice. I want you, I need you. And I have to make sure you feel like that towards me as well.” Suddenly, his hand grasped your little finger and with a snap, Josuke easily broke its bones. Hot pain seethed through your body as you screamed into his other hand. Tears streamed out of your eyes. 

“Are you staying with me now, Y/N? Just nod your head and then I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.” Confused, you just kept staring at him. What was he talking about? You just stood there, too scared to react. Seemingly dissatisfied with your lack of response, Josuke took your ring finger and shattered it, too. Another muffled scream escaped your lips. 

“Please, my love, I don’t enjoy this. I’m hurting when you’re hurting. Just nod your head for me, okay? Everything will be alright then”, the boy answered, tears streaming down his cheeks as well. Too afraid that he would injure you more, you simply do as he told you. A sigh of relief came from his mouth. “Thank you.” He whispered nearly inaudibly. A few moments later, you could feel how your previously damaged fingers were miraculously healed again. “

H-h-how did-d y-you- “, you stuttered in disbelief, though Josuke immediately interrupted you. 

“I’ll explain it to you another time, okay?” He was all soft edges again as he tenderly took your hands in his. You instinctively flinched at his action, scared that he would hurt you again. But the boy seemed to choose ignoring your reaction. “I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell Okuyasu that we’re a couple. From now on, we’ll spend every moment together, right, my darling?” You knew, you didn’t have much of a choice. Feeling like you were at his mercy, you peeped a quiet “yes”. Josuke’s face lit up at your compliance. He happily planted a kiss at your forehead. “You should go back inside, I don’t want you to get sick due to the cold”, the boy murmured to you in order to say goodbye. Josuke finally released his grip from your hands, veering himself away from your house. You stared after him, still under shock. But before your now “boyfriend” truly left, he turned around one more time, shooting you his most dazzling smile. 

“Goodnight,” he wished you softly, “dream of me.”

[suggiebabe]

Hiya! I'm the anon who asked if yandere stuff was okay so here I go. Can I get yandere Hawks and Mirio headcanons? Like how they fell in love, how they stalk them, do they get jealous a lot? stuff like that. Feel free to ignore.

Some Yandere Boys

A/N: HI ANONNN!!! I actually wrote a whole portion of this yesterday, but my computer shut off and it all deleted <3 I WASN’T IGNORING THIS REQUEST I SWEARRRR I just didn’t have any time to work on any :(((( 

Pairings: Hawks, Mirio x Reader

Warnings: Yandere material, implied killing, kidnapping, (Mirios ending is NOT implying rape, please don't misunderstand)

Since Keigo goes in and out of his office by his window, you see him a lot less than you thought you actually would

The two of you never crossed paths, until the day he was giving Tokoyami a tour of the building

You were working on some paperwork when you felt a pair of eyes on you, and when you looked for the source, you found Keigo staring at you like a lion and their prey

From that day on, he would always come through the front doors and give you a bold “Hello” or “How are you this morning, my little birdie?”

His stalking style isn’t so secretive

While he’s on patrol, which he schedules himself to be on patrol whenever you have the day off/are on lunch/after your shift ends, he tries to make it look like a coincidence when he bumps into you

At first, you get suspicious, but once the crime rate in your town goes up, totally not because he's ignoring his job you get this idea that he just has to be out more, so of course you're going to be seeing him a lot

Keigo gets jealous easily

So jealous to the point where if he sees you at a restaurant, and the cashier/waiter is a guy, he steps in right away playing the “Oh, I didn’t know I would see you here? How about this meal is on me?” card

When he sees you hugging a someone, he starts to panic

The thought of you being close with anyone that isn’t him bothers him so much. He wants you to himself, and himself ONLY

Once the two of you go your own ways, he keeps track of the person you interacted with, and if they go home to a lover, he pays no mind to it, but if they don't have a lover, they probably won't make it out of the house the next morning

Once you start to get creeped out by Keigo's weird behavior, you start to avoid him like the plague, going to get coffee in the morning when he is supposed to enter the building, taking your own lunch so you won't see him on his patrols, just avoiding him

When Keigo notices he isn’t seeing you as much, he feels a mix of anger and sadness

Que the kidnapping scenario 

Already knowing where you live, he goes to your apartment at night and ties you up to take to his house where he plans on keeping you locked up in one of his guest bedrooms

He convinces everyone at work that you quit, and hires a new receptionist, as well as sells your apartment since you won't be needing that anymore!

You’re all his now 

He starts obsessing over you because of the one interaction you had in the lunch line at school

He was short on change for some bread he wanted to buy, and you seeing he was only about 30 cents off from the amount, offered to pay the rest for him, it was only 30 cents, what's the big deal?

It wasn't a big deal to you, but to him, its what set him off

He’s more of a secretive stalker because he likes to see what you do when you think no one is looking, he likes to see your raw actions

His quirk makes this a lot easier for him since he can be staring at you through a wall, then just hide when you're about to turn around was his quirk made for this or what?

Mirio doesn't get jealous easily, since he knows your friend group and what they’re like, he doesn't mind when you're laughing away with them, or when you all share hugs during a sentimental moment

He does get jealous when you start meeting new people though

As soon as he sees you interact with someone that's not in your friend group, he's on their case immediately 

Being in the top 3 means that his relationships with the staff are great 

He has chat with principal Nezu about how that boy you were “buddy-buddy” with was outside smoking a cigarette, and they believe him in a heartbeat. Suspending him as soon as possible

After admiring you from afar for a while, he decides it’ll be more fun to actually get to know you and to witness your emotions first hand.

He tries to make small advances towards you, like saying hi to you in the hallways, or making Tamaki and Nejire to sit with him at the table next to yours

At first, you don't notice nor mind it, but later it soon becomes way too obvious that this guy is obsessing over you

When he notices that you stopped smiling at him and now your eyes avoid his, he gets pretty angry

His anger is what pushes him to kidnap you, and how he does this is by waiting for you to be alone in a hallway after school, where he sneaks through the walls and hits you in the back of the head just hard enough to make you pass out

Once he brings you to his house he hides you in his room, tied up 

At school, he convinces everyone that you transferred to another school and how you changed your number so now no one will be able to contact you 

He can't help but smile as he walks into his room and sees you there tied up, ready for him to have fun with

Another A/N: Hi again :)))) I hope you enjoyed!!! It's my first time writing yandere stuff AND for Mirio, A DOUBLE WHAMMY!!!! Ty for the request :))) I loved it

[whiskynottea]

A Fairy in a Bookstore.

I now it sounds impossible, but this song-fic story is back!! Thank you for sticking with me all this time!

Chapter 1, “I want you - Elvis Costello”.

Chapter 2, “Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd”

3. Creep - Radiohead

Listen to the song here

“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather, in a beautiful world

And I wish I was special, you're so fuckin' special”

Jamie knew she was special.

It wasn’t magic that had happened, it was just her.

The way she smiled, the spark in the whisky eyes framed by her black glasses, the way she moved around, like a fairy in his bookstore.

He’d known she was the one from that second time she walked in, the little bell above the door chiming as if it was waiting for her. He knew it, when his heart skipped a few beats and then went on twice as fast, as if it was calling for hers. It seemed so stupid when his da told him that he’d know the one for him when he’d meet her. But this wasn’t stupid. It felt natural.

He was in love. 

And love made Jamie forget some very important things about fairies. He forgot that J.M. Barrie had very well informed him that he wasn’t supposed to see a fairy. Fairies live away from humans. They’re hiding from them. 

And yet, he had seen one. But his fairy - true in her nature - disappeared.

No one can go back to his previous life when he’s seen a fairy. Even less when he’s kissed her.

The steps that took him to the hospital that first time were hurried, impatient ones. The ones after seeing her, seeing them, were nothing but a labored process, a strain of muscles carrying an impossible weight that crashed heavy against the sidewalk. Broken bones. A broken heart.

His resolution to meet her and talk to her faded away with every step. As the hospital disappeared from view, he started doubting himself.

What if.

What if he had imagined it all. What if he kept misinterpreting her interest in him, thinking they had something more than a friendship when in fact they didn’t.

But she did kiss him back. She kissed him back.

His doubt mingled with that kiss creating a shadow that hovered over him, eating him alive. 

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t read, he could hardly make the necessary orders for the bookstore. Claire’s laugh haunted his days. Her touch haunted his nights. Every single thought that flew in his head had the scent of her ivory skin. Pear and almond. She was there. Τhe bouncy curls, untamed like her spirit. The elektron eyes beaming light into his soul, the tears spent for the death of Helios’ son, now his to drink. The red lips that he begged to feel against his own again, full of life and longing.

Lips that he saw kissing the other man. But that was a soulless, disembodied kiss. Shared emptiness. Nothing like the way she’d kissed him.

He could still feel her teeth on his bottom lip. It was the fandom of a sensation now, so many weeks later, but her hunger and lust were still suspended over him, making his whole body seek to find her.

He tried to fight it, not to go back, not to fulfill the promise he made to himself that day. Not to tell her his heart.

His bleeding, aching heart.

He didn’t go back the first week after seeing her, but a moth had taken residence inside him, walking on his soul while searching for her light.

He blamed the moth when he started going to the hospital again. He needed to do something. He needed to talk to her and free that desperate feeling, free the emotions that were taking his breath away.

It wasn’t a choice. It was survival. It was his only way not to suffocate.

With a black coffee in hand, he was sitting at a remote bench every morning before opening the bookstore. Waiting for a flash of brown curls, for her green scrubs hiding the long legs, for that big tote bag that could fit a small person inside. He left only for the hours he had to be at the bookstore, and went back at the evening, staying until his eyelids fell heavy, his muscles and bones complaining of misuse.  

He was exhausted and he could hardly function, making Murtagh mad at least ten times per day. Wrong orders. Bad customer service. Empty stares fixed on the door.

He couldn’t explain to the grump man that nothing else mattered, apart from finding Claire again. How it became the most important thing in the world to let her know, to make her see.

He was obsessed.

It took him four days to finally see her walking on the path that led to the A&E. His heart stopped and he froze in place, panicking.

What was he supposed to say?

Hello Claire, I like hanging out at hospitals and what a nice surprise to see you here?

Or… Ηi, thank God I finally found you, I’m stalking you for days?

“But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here.”

He was thinking everything and nothing, all at once. His breath became labored, his feet ready to take him to her and yet rooted in the soil. He kept watching her from afar, her gaze lost on her phone’s screen and all he could feel was despair, a single question expanding in his brain, threatening to leave his lips in a desperate cry.

Who is he to you?

He couldn’t let her see him in such distress. She would think he was insane - not that he wasn’t. This behavior was absolutely neurotic and he very well knew it.

And yet, he didn’t stop.

She was everything he’d ever wanted. She was more than he could wish for. He couldn’t lose her over saying something stupid, now that he saw her again. He had to think rationally.

Jamie turned around and placed a hand on the blank, white wall to steady himself. When he was sure she’d entered the building, he moved towards the subway, cursing himself.

He had stood there for four days waiting to see her, all the while failing to think what he’d tell her, as if just by looking at him she would magically run to his arms.

With his whole body aching from sleep deprivation, the vessels in his eyes pointing red roads for the tears to travel, Jamie went to the bookstore, deflated and disappointed in himself.

With the second cup of coffee in hand, Jamie stood in front of her favorite section. The Classics. He touched the books lightly, timidly, his fingers traveling along the spines as if it was her spine he was touching, his eyes lingering on the titles she worshiped.

He should find an excuse, something good enough, to see her again. Anything that wouldn’t scare her away.  

The hours passed quickly but all he could think of were irrational, absurd scenarios. 

How difficult it would be to break a leg?

She would come to him, her strides fast and steady through the sterile corridors, her eye eerie under the cool white fluorescent light. She would touch him again, and he would shudder under the long fingers, craving for more.

It would be the same fingers that had ran through his hair when he closed his eyes to feel her lips. They were bringing him closer to her, asking for more.

And he would finally tell her that he wanted to give her more. That he wanted to give her everything.

It was nine o’clock when Jamie locked the bookstore, still in perfect health. There would be no excuse, no rational reason behind his visit.

Jamie sat on the bench waiting for hours. His determination started shaking under the night’s darkness, the light from the lamp posts insufficient to make him find his boldness again. He shouldn't be there. This wasn’t normal. Nothing was normal, since the day he heard her laugh.

But Jamie was never ‘normal’. His sister used to call him her weirdo while they were at school, and most of his classmates called him a geek even though his muscles made it hard to see him as one. Most girls found his glasses sophisticated, thought his love for literature romantic. But he was neither sophisticated, nor romantic. He was just different. And that little gap between him and the others kept growing, isolating him, until he finally accepted that he would never fit in.

And then, he met Claire. He couldn’t believe how easy their conversation was, how effortlessly she understood him. He wasn’t the weirdo who stood out anymore, he was just himself. 

And now that he’d finally found where he belonged, she was taking that away.  

“I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice, When I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special, I wish I was special”

It was two o’clock at night when the automatic doors opened, revealing Claire. Tiredness had circled her eyes with as bold black highlighter, a few curls flying around her face, carried by the wind. She moved slowly, dragging her feet and stretching her neck, and he could almost hear the little cracks, releasing the tension.

With deliberate steps he moved towards her, each stride bringing him closer and making his heart want to leap out of his chest.

“Claire,” he breathed, coming to a stop in front of her and feeling her soft weight bumping on his chest. He hadn't noticed that her eyes were closed, her feet knowing the path all too well to need visual support.

“Jamie?” She asked with a frown. The sound of his name leaving her lips made him shiver. “What… What are you doing here?”

He wanted to swallow each question, each ‘whot’ that hanged between them in that British accent. He gulped in the air that filled the space between them, decreasing the available oxygen, making her as breathless as he was. With effort, he kept his hands kept in tight fists not to touch her, not to bring her to him.

“For you,” he said and realized that he made no sense. “I came for you.”

Claire shook her head, her amber eyes fixed on the grass. “No,” she uttered, “You shouldn't be here. I -”

“I know. Ye’re wi’ him.” All air left his chest and he felt that he would die there and then, in the open. He hadn’t dared to speak the words out loud before and now that he did, he knew that the only thing keeping him alive was Claire, standing in front of him.

“How? How would you know?” She asked, her eyes wide, terrified.

“I saw ye. The other day.”

“But how…” She trailed off and shook her head as if the details weren’t important. It was a long pause before she spoke again. “It doesn’t matter.” Another pause. “I should have never kissed you.” A whisper, her eyes miles away. “I’m sorry, Jamie.”

“Are ye?” He asked, and gently brought her eyes back on him with his index finger on her stubborn chin. “Truly?”

Her chin trembled under his touch and she took a deep breath before talking again. “I have to leave.” She announced with her jaw set, her heart retreating in the farthest side of her chest.

Away from him.

“Do you love him?” Jamie asked, gripping her hand, keeping her close.

“We’ll get married in a few months.” She said matter-of-factly, with a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Claire,” Jamie took a tentative step towards her, his voice calm. “This doesna answer my question.”

“We’re together for eight years. This is how things are supposed to be.”

She had build a wall around her, to be protected, to be alone.

He smiled bitterly when he looked at her again. “It didna mean a thing for ye then. All the nights we spent together were nothing for ye.”

He didn’t know why he was saying that. To make her feel guilt, to hurt her. To make her see they where more than nothing.

“They were…” She ran her hands on her face like a child trying to find a good excuse to justify the missing chocolate bar.  “Wrong,” she breathed, as if she was afraid to say it aloud.

“Nay, Claire. They weren’t wrong. Twas how things are supposed to be.”

“Jamie, I -”

But she wouldn’t stop him now. Not now, that he’d seen how she looked at him, how each of her inhales came after an exhale of his own in a desperate attempt to breathe in the same air. “I’ve never felt that way before. Ye changed my life, Claire. For a whole month, I was waking up every day wishing it was Friday. Wishing that a day would come that I wouldn’t have to wait for Friday to see ye, because I’d wake up next to ye.”

Claire gasped. He cursed himself.

Had he gone too far?

Before taking time to consider the damage, he asked her again. “D’ye love him?”

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, denying the release of the single word that would change everything.

Please, say no.

She shook her head, fidgeting with a button on her jacket for a few moments before her eyes found his again. “It’s too late. I can’t do that.” It was a sigh, a hopeless release. “It’s too late.” She repeated, and bounced on the balls of her feet, preparing herself to leave. “Goodbye, Jamie.”

“She's running out again,

She's running out

She run run run run”

Jamie watched her leaving, as if she was in a parallel dimension and he couldn’t stop her. Her harsh words had batted his knees until the bones cracked, keeping him in place.

An urgent, sly breeze brought her scent to him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking her in. Taking her with him.

She was close to the gates when he opened his eyes again, and he noticed how slow her steps were, as if it took a tremendous amount of strength to move away from him.

“Claire!” He shouted and his lungs hurt from the strain. “Tis never too late.” She stopped in her tracks but she didn’t turn to see him. He waited, his gaze fixed on her, calling her to him, but she didn’t turn around. “Ye know where to find me!” Jamie added, running his hands in his hair, praying for strength not to run to her.

“Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want”

He’d trusted his heart to her, wishing she’d keep it close to hers to beat together. And now, he had to let her go, to be the person she wanted to be.

“You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special.”

Chapter 4, My Backwards Walk - Frightened Rabbit

[ultrakeystotheheartblog]

The Trees Have Eyes: Chapter 3

New Characters

Chapter 2

A/N: Hello, I hope you enjoy this part :D It picks up right after the last one. And just to let you know...we’ll finally be returning to Beacon Hills in Chapter 4!! I wonder who the reader will meet there first....

Translation:  None

Warning: A bit of angst, but what’s new lol.

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"Isaac?"

The voice is startling and you jump, remembering that there are others around you as well. You both turn at the same time to find Kira staring down at the boy, a muddled looking expression of shock and relief settling on her face. Her grip loosens on the hilt of her katana, until her arm drops like dead weight to her side. A happy little smile flits across her lips as the boy gawks up at her, eyes widening.

"Kira?" He asks hesitantly, running a hand through the tiny curls at the top of his head when she nods. "Whoa, I thought you...."

"They let me go free, for a final test."

"Nice." Isaac declares, taking the hand Kira offers him. She helps lift him to his feet, her eyebrows arched as he lets go to steady his towering frame by slumping against the side of the car. "I mean....the free part, not the test. I hate tests." He amends quickly when he sees her expression. Isaac pushes up the sleeves of his jacket, before stooping to retrieve the fallen ice scraper from the pavement. He smirks down at it, passing it from hand to hand a few times until he finally turns to hand it back to you. He teasingly raises an eyebrow, and you frown at him--looking as unimpressed as you can--and snatch it from his grasp as you scramble to your feet. You look to Kira and wave the ice scraper in his general direction.

"Wait, you know him?" You ask, refusing to look at him, even when he holds up his hands to show that he's harmless. There's a smug smile on his face as he slowly pushes the scraper down and away from him.

"We've all met." A new voice adds from behind you all. The tone is deep and gruff, sounding weathered from years of experience.

You're surprised that you didn't hear him approach through the commotion, turning with the rest of the tiny, gathered group to see a tall man stride towards the car. He's handsome and much older than you, with short hair that seems to have gone gray before his time, and a graying beard to match, his blue-gray eyes assessing the situation with practiced ease. 

It makes you wonder about his past, and if he's ever had to use the rifle in his hands. The grief and loneliness in his gaze, even as he smiles, tells you that's a yes. He's wearing casual, practical clothing: a gray t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. And as he stops before you and lowers the rifle to fit snugly in the crook of his elbow--too comfortably, with the barrel pointed down  to the pavement--you see the glint of a handgun tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

Isaac breathes out a sigh of relief at seeing him, and you look between the two of them curiously, nervously eyeing the rifle from your peripheral. You'd never been this close to a gun before--let alone two. Noori ducks back into the car, leaving the door wide open, and you envy her quick escape.

Kira steps forward, completely unafraid, and looks just as relieved as Isaac. "Chris?"

The man's smile is soft but clearly genuine, and he nods at her in a silent greeting. "It's good to see you, Kira." He says, gaze jumping to you for a brief moment. Kira's eyes trail down to the rifle in his hands, an obvious questioning tilt to her head.

"What are you two doing all the way out here?"

Chris doesn't say anything at first, simply gesturing down the road with a quick jerk of his chin. It takes you a few seconds longer to understand what he means, as your gaze darts to a dark smudge on the horizon. You kind of hope that it's another car. Kira sees it too, hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun, and nods at Chris promptly. 

He leads the way, turning on his heel to retreat back in the direction he came, letting his rifle drop to his side. As he hikes it up on his shoulder, the gun swings back on a strap you hadn't noticed until now. Isaac is the first to follow him, stepping back from you and gesturing with a sweep of his hand for you to go ahead of him, teasing smile in place.

You huff at that, and Kira touches your arm to comfort you as she passes by. You sigh, reaching into the front seat for your jacket. You drop the ice scraper back into its original place, finding Noori's intrigued gaze watching you from the backseat. You mumble that you'll be leaving the car and turn to follow Kira, Isaac falling into step beside you. 

Noori is climbing out of the car now, feet barely hitting the pavement before she's rushing to stand on your other side, hands sliding casually into her back pockets. Chris turns slightly to look at everyone behind him, shifting the weight of the gun by rolling his shoulder back, and begins to explain. "The Calavaras called me to help with a rouge werewolf problem--"

"And I wanted training. So, we teamed up to take him down." Isaac cuts in proudly, eyes flashing a bright yellow as he looks to you, the colour like liquid gold in the sunlight. A werewolf, you think immediately, like Hayden. Kira shakes her head at him--at the same moment Chris rolls his eyes--but you can tell that they're both amused nonetheless. You turn to Isaac, arching an eyebrow.

"Did you?" You ask. He hesitates, gaze shooting to Chris.

"Not exactly."

"We've had a few bumps." Chris clarifies, and Isaac deflates ever so slightly, looking embarrassed.

"I said I was sorry."

Chris slows, reaching back to grip Isaac's shoulder, his expression reassuring and vaguely unsure. Guarded, you think, like a parent with a newborn, wondering what the hell to do next. You wonder if he's ever had any children before, looking for any resemblance in Isaac's face. There's little there to tell you though, besides the blue of his eyes, and you turn your searching gaze to Chris. You see a paternal protectiveness in the way his eyes glisten in the light--a fondness as he regards Isaac--but it's swaddled by a darkness that tells you something terrible must have happened.

Chris continues, warmly shaking Isaac's shoulder. "And then Isaac said he heard you discussing where to find the Skinwalkers--at the bar."

You jerk to face Isaac at the new information, eyebrows shooting up. "You were stalking me?"

Isaac's lips part in a surprised 'O' shape and he looks to Chris for help, mouth working without sound, as if trying to find the right words when you continue to stare up at him. You feel increasingly confused as he finally sputters.

"No, NO, I, uh, I wouldn't call it that, exactly."

"Then what would you call it?"

"Well...following...your every move from afar?"

Noori practically snorts, "Is he serious?"

"It was interesting enough to check out at least." Chris intercedes, pausing to incline his head at Kira, who had stepped forward to occupy the empty space at his side. "Evidently." He adds, quickening his pace as he looks out over the horizon. The dark smudge is becoming more clear in the distance as you approach it, and you think that it might be a truck. Chris is quiet for a moment--processing the situation, you reason silently--watching the way his shoulders tense up. And then he looks to Kira, his expression becoming stern.

"So, what exactly is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Kira asks as innocently as she can, the small tremble in her tone giving her away before she can say anything else. She winces at the sound and Chris is clearly not convinced, staring her down. It's an unwavering look, one you feel could rival even the best techniques used in an interrogation room. You hope you're never on the receiving end of it. Noori seems as though she agrees, eyes sliding to you with a look that you can only translate as what the hell. Regardless of her silence, Chris clears his throat and answers Kira's earlier question.

"I've been doing this long enough to recognize when people want to ask for help...but aren't quite sure how."

"Also, you've never been a very good liar." Isaac chimes in bluntly from beside you, holding up his hands and clamping his mouth shut when Chris cuts him a warning look. Chris tries again then, much softer this time.

"What is it?"

Kira crumbles fast under his gaze, sighing in defeat. "It's a long story" She begins, looking to you. "But we need to go back to Beacon Hills."

The flicker of shining metal steals your attention, and you see that you've indeed reached a truck--a black pick up that mammoths the tiny car you and Noori had taken to get here. Chris shakes his head and unslings the rifle from his shoulder, handing it to Isaac. The truck's gleaming rear bumper is divoted to create a step under the license plate, and Chris climbs up to reach the truck bed. 

He pulls back the thin vinyl cover, which is attached to a frame around the rim of the bed, and it peels back like a plastic cover, curling as he rolls it up to access the back. He tugs out a bag and throws it down to Isaac who fumbles for the straps, his grip tightening on the rifle as he transfers it to one hand. Chris rolls down the cover again, speaking to Kira over his shoulder.

"It's not the same city that you left, Kira."

Her face falls, something like frustration or uncertainty flitting momentarily across it, before vanishing into an expression shadowed with concern. "What happened?" She asks quietly.

"It's a long story." Chris says, parroting her earlier remark back to her. The corner of his mouth pulls up into a half smile that you think is meant to be comforting. "One that I'll have to tell you on the way to California."

You hear the surprise in your own words, "You're giving us a ride?"

Isaac visibly reacts to the sudden information, swiveling around to face Chris with wide eyes. He's still clutching the bag from the truck bed to his chest, one arm looped around its middle, and he steps towards Chris. He avoids eye contact with you and Kira as he ducks his head to mutter.

"Chris, you can't be serious."

Ouch, you think. Even though you don't really know him, that still stings.

Chris shrugs and jumps down from the back of the truck. He moves to the storage compartment of the truck bed, bending to drag out two long, parallel drawers just underneath it, tugging on the bolted handles on either side of each drawer. You lean closer to peek at the contents. Only one has divided sections for other supplies--these being extra cases of ammunition and what looked like hunter gear--the other filled with a few more rifles. Like a practiced routine, Isaac hands him back the rifle in his hands without another word, and Chris stashes it back in the second drawer, sliding both closed with a screechy metallic clank.

"Of course." Chris finally responds, leaning back against the rear of the truck, arms crossed over his chest. He turns his intense gaze to you and Kira, looking between you both slowly. "And it'll give you a chance to fill us in on your side of things."

"This is so not going to end well. Like at all." Isaac declares sullenly, lips pursed, and you wonder if  the edge of resentment in his tone has anything to do with you, Kira and Noori. Or if it's simply the place you were all about to travel too. A city filled with death and unresolved tensions, spectres and shadows of bad memories, but also filled with echoes of acceptance and hope and friendship--family, pack--for humans and supernaturals alike. A place that was always changing, always new and almost always dangerous.

Or so you've been learning.

You selfishly hope it's the latter. Chris is already striding towards the driver's side of the truck before you realize it, and Kira pops open the back door, hopping up to stand on the ledge lining the bottom of it. She pauses there and smiles at Isaac, hand braced against a section of door panel under the window. 

"Who knows, maybe it will this time."

Isaac rolls his eyes at her optimism, crossing to the passenger side of the truck, bag swinging from his grip now. "I'll still have to disagree on that."

Noori leans towards you, eyeing the truck with apprehension--something you haven't seen from her before. It's new and unnerving, and she watches as Isaac pulls the passenger door shut a little too harshly. She sighs after a moment, "At least someone agrees with me."

You can't help but worry. What have you gotten yourself into?

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The truck has a single bench in the back, behind the driver and passenger seats. It's a little cramped--your knees pressed against the driver's seat, the leather searing as you sit next to Noori. She sits in the middle, with Kira at the other end of the bench, behind Isaac in the passenger seat. Chris is quick to put on the air conditioning once he's caught everyone up, and you sigh in relief as a wave of cold air reaches you after a few seconds.

Kira lets the new information sink in, staring hard at the back of Isaac's seat, a faraway look to her expression until a bump in the road pitches her forward. Her hand shoots out to brace her body, and she nearly misses knocking her head against the seat, seatbelt snapping her back in place. Your own seatbelt feels like a vice on your chest and you almost choke on air, fingers curling around the inside of the belt to relieve the pressure. Noori seems perfectly unharmed, if a little amused at your reaction. Kira shakes herself free from her thoughts and looks to Chris, sounding troubled as she focuses on the side of his face.

"An army of hunters?"

Chris nods, glancing at her before concentrating on the road again. "At least half the city. We've taken to calling it the Battle for Beacon." He continues with a humourless laugh, the sound hoarse and curt. He leans back from the wheel, back straightening and arms outstretched. "It's been 3 months since then, and Monroe is still in hiding."

"For now." Isaac retorts, arms crossed as he leans back, bag stuffed underneath his feet. His eyes are trained on the ceiling of the truck, and Kira leans forward to peek around the seat.

"Were you there too?"

"I missed it. France was a lot further than I realized." Isaac says, pausing to let a heated silence sink in, one you can easily tell is a reflection of his disappointment. From your position you can see the way his eyes fall closed, how he squeezes them shut for a brief moment with a twitch of his lips, before they open again. He stares straight ahead and adds more dismissively, "I had things to work out." 

You feel like you understand what he means as soon as the words puncture the air, having your own--though more supernatural centred--issues to deal with at the moment. But you understand all the same. Everyone is dealing with something in this life--no matter how small or inconsequential it seems to another. You learned that fairly early. 

"I get that." You tell him quietly.

Isaac's eyes find yours through the rear-view mirror, and you hold his gaze for a moment, before he seems to swallow thickly and look away, casually propping his feet up on the dash. Kira eyes Chris more curiously as the man slowly casts a disgruntled look upon Isaac's feet, her brows furrowed as she smoothly transitions back to the topic at hand.

"And what about the Anuke-Ite?"

Chris grumbles and leans over to push at Isaac's feet, as if he's had to do this hundreds of times before and is suddenly very fed up, gaze burning and reprimanding. Isaac loses his balance, legs dropping quickly to their original position, and looks quite guilty when Chris raises on eyebrow at him. Isaac's mouth flutters around soundless words for a moment, before he slumps dejectedly to his side against the window, gaze darting out at the moving landscape. Chris clears his throat, "Dealt with. Scott figured out how to finally stop it--how to save everyone." He finally answers.

Kira smiles softly--wistfully. One that is both full of pride and edged with a little sadness, and you can't help but wonder what exactly the history is there. Noori elbows your side to get your attention and you jerk upright at the jab, Kira's focus snapping to you at the erratic movement. Noori leans over to whisper.

"Do we know who that is?"

"Scott." You repeat slowly, louder, looking to Kira for confirmation. "Is he the...Alpha?"

"And our friend." Isaac reveals, a crinkle of plastic catching your attention as he slips out something from his jacket pocket. He unwraps what you think is a mint, a twinge of peppermint permeating the air. He pops the candy into his mouth eagerly. Kira's grip tightens on the katana resting across her lap.

"How is he? How is everyone else?" She questions in a rush.

"They're fine, though most of them haven't left just yet." Chris begins to assure her, peering into the side view mirror as a smaller car zips by on the other side of the road. It's a flash of blue in your peripheral and you're momentarily distracted before Chris further explains the situation.

"Lydia deferred from MIT for a while--to go with Stiles to Virginia. They're working on clearing Derek's name with the FBI." Chris almost sounds as if he wants to laugh when he continues, "While Liam and his friends try to focus on actually graduating this year. Though they're finding it hard to stay away from the supernatural and stick to school work...which reminds me of some other kids I know."

His sharp blue eyes find Kira’s in the rear-view mirror, much like Isaac and you had done before, though the stare is less intense and emotion fueled--more knowing and amused as he regards her before concluding. "Scott, Malia, and Derek are usually around the city. Peter too--he's back to lurking while Scott and the others are away."

Isaac shakes his head, sounding clearly annoyed as he turns to Chris. "Seriously, how is that guy not dead yet?"

"Self-preservation was always his best asset."

"Or a curse. For us."

Kira chimes in with a look of confusion, "Why aren't Scott and the others in Beacon Hills?"

"They're outside the city right now, helping others that are being hunted by Monroe's growing army. They're usually spread father away from Beacon though, mostly because Scott still returns there. But you'll get one or two hunters not really caring about that." Chris clarifies. His eyebrows are creased as he squints out at the darkening road in concentration, the sun dipping even lower behind the horizon, and you see the rectangular shape of a building rushing fast towards the truck--the bar from earlier. Chris watches it pass by, until it disappears from the side view mirror completely. "They should be back soon." He says at last.

"Wow, I...guess I missed a lot." Kira's grip on the katana loosens as she breathes out, studying the small coating of desert dust still clinging to her skirt and leggings. It's quiet until Isaac mutters.

"You and me both."

"So, (Y/N). Why the hurry to be in Beacon Hills?" Chris asks to lighten the unexpected sullen mood, glancing over his shoulder at you.

You had been trying to follow the conversation up until this point: repeating names and places to commit them to memory, trying to meticulously unravel all the echoing history and emotion behind their words and behaviours, and the meaning in the way they regard each other. So familiar, you decide, yet laced with something calculating and uncertain, as if they want to say a million things but can't find the way to even begin, or the will to relive it all, and you're jerked out of your thoughts at the straightforwardness of his question.

You quickly grow nervous at the way everyone turns to look at you simultaneously, and you swallow around the sudden dryness in your throat, feeling like a cliché deer in the headlights. Your eyes dart to Noori and she grins in encouragement, nodding at you to say something. You straighten, gaze sweeping over everyone before settling on Chris. "The uh, Skinwalkers told me I have a part in stopping what's happening. The quarantines--the sickness."

"How are you supposed to do that?"

"They said I had to learn how to...balance what I am."

Isaac sounds relieved as he looks between you and Chris, shifting to settle more comfortably in his seat. "Okay, that doesn't seem too hard." He reasons. You hate to shatter his newfound calm--even if you didn't exactly get a friendly first meeting--but you sigh regardless, casting your eyes down with a prickle of embarrassment.

"That's the problem though--I have no clue what I really am."

Isaac pauses mid-stretch and you can see the way his mouth parts, the widening of his eyes in the reflection of the tinted windshield, the sun finally disappearing behind the line of mountains in the distance. "Oh."

Kira seems just as surprised, "None? At all?" She questions.

"Part werewolf, I think. But that's all I really know."

"Well, we can figure all that out once we get back to Beacon. Together." Chris tells you, offering you one of those half smiles of his, and you can't help but return it.

"Thank you."

"Did they say anything else?" Isaac interjects, turning his head to stare you down with narrowed eyes. You think back to your dream-like meeting with the Skinwalkers, a lingering buzz in your head, the feeling of their dark eyes on your skin--as hot as the afternoon sun. You wonder if they're somehow watching you at this moment, and the thought alone makes you shiver. You rub at the tiny goosebumps rising on your arms, and try to condense what you'd been told into the most important points. "That I had to learn to use my connection to the spirit world. To focus it." You say slowly, eyes trailing to Kira as you search for the right words. "To use against the spreading 'darkness'." Isaac swivels sharply in his seat to more fully face you, smoothly unfastening his seat-belt and letting it snap back against the seat. His expression looks incredulous, long fingers digging into the leather beneath him. "I'm sorry, darkness? They used that name specifically?" "Yeah." Chris taps his thumbs against the steering wheel, brows raised as he glances up to watch you in the rear-view mirror. "I'm not enjoying where this is going." "I don't think you will." Kira answers, lifting the katana from her lap to unsheathe it just an inch, staring down at the shiny metal. You can easily imagine the fierce orange fire as it dances along the blade in beautiful twisting waves. She turns it gently from side to side in the rapidly fading light, as if remembering that moment herself--the way she dispelled the creature made of smoke. Her eyes jump up to Isaac and then slide carefully to Chris. "They also mentioned that this darkness has a connection to what they called...soul eating beings." You sigh as the creeping exhaustion returns to your limbs at the reminder, and nod, pointing to Kira in order to emphasize the bombshell she'd just dropped. "That too." You confirm. Noori presses into your side as if she feels your shift in energy, and lifts her hand up in front of her. She moves it with a tiny, weaving flourish through the air, her fingers splayed like she's trying to feel the settling darkness around you.

"They're like real life nightmares." She says, an odd fog to her gaze.

You cut her a strange look as closes her fingers around nothing, wondering if the day's events had finally gotten to her. But she simply drops her hand and blinks the haze clear from her eyes, avoiding your concerned stare. "Alright, I think I'm getting too old for this." Chris announces gruffly.

"My words exactly." Noori agrees, sitting back and sliding her glasses up to rest on the top of her head. She rubs at her eyes lazily, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tilts her head back against the seat, eyes falling closed. You'd never seen her get a migraine before, or get sick at all really--a supernatural perk, you've always reasoned--and you bite your lip to keep from bombarding her with troubled questions. Isaac holds up a hand to halt the conversation, leaning so far forward in his seat as he gaps at you, that you're afraid he's going to fall into your lap. "Wait, you said spirits. Like ghosts? You can see ghosts?" "And talk to them. If they're friendly." "Do you see any right now?" Chris stiffens at the hopeful sounding question, shoulders tense, and you feel the rolling wave of sadness like a punch to the gut--the salty smell and taste overwhelming your senses. You begin to think that you had definitely been on the right track before, about something terrible having happened. Isaac's gaze jumps to Chris only briefly, and even Kira perks up to curiously watch you. You don't want to disappoint them, twisting your fingers in the hem of your shirt. You gulp and shake your head softly, voice cracking as that horrible anxious weight drops down in your stomach. "Oh, no. They don't usually hang around people unless they have a reason, like saying something they never got to say, or fulfilling a promise." You wince at the fall of Isaac's face, at the slight slump of Chris' shoulders, and hurry to try and understand--to help them in some way. "Were you expecting someone?" "Not really." Isaac says a little too quickly--defensively--and he casts his gaze from your face to take a tiny shuddering breath, a hitch in his throat that you think only you can hear. He knows you must have, because his eyes flicker up to you again after a moment of silence, the blue of them deep and dark in the absence of sunlight, and he opens his mouth as if to say something more. Chris interrupts him though, squinting at the cell phone he's suddenly holding up to the dashboard, the brightness of the screen burning into your vision. "Hold on."

You hadn't even noticed him searching for it. "What is it?" Isaac asks immediately, passing a hand over his eyes as if he can simply wipe away any emotion in his expression. Chris hands the phone to him, and he scans it quickly with a look of mounting worry, tugging his seatbelt back around him.

Chris looks to the three of you in the back and speeds up, the rumble of the truck vibrating deep in your bones. "We're going to have to take a slight detour before we can get down to business."

"That doesn't sound good" Noori deadpans, lifting her head and drawing down her glasses to better watch the commotion. You sit up straighter, nervous energy humming in your bloodstream.

"To where?"

"Beacon Hills Memorial."

"The hospital? Why?" Kira inquires, snapping her katana back fully into its case. She balances it between her legs, leaning forward to take the cell phone Isaac passes to her, and reads the message quickly. Her brows crease in confusion. Chris glares out at the road like a man on a mission, tearing down the open road towards your new destination.

"That's what we're going to find out."

[imaginehyunjin]

WOW - chapter one

After a long day of work, you went to the bus stop to wait. You put your earphones on, blocking the whole world out with music. You closed your eyes, feeling every lyrics of the song. Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone tapped your shoulder. You immediately open your eyes, about to ask them why they had to disturb you.

Your eyes landed on a boy. “How can I help you?” you started, not knowing what to say. “I just want to ask.. uhm.. do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, looking a bit shy but trying to hide it with a supposed-to-be-cool aura. He looked kinda cute. “Uh, I don’t..?” you said, a bit unsure, since you see two other boys looking at you guys from afar.

“Oh, then.. can i have your number? I know it sounds creepy and all.. but I just want to get to know you.. if that’s okay?” he reasoned, awkwardly gesturing things you don’t understand with his hands. “I don’t know..” you trailed off. He was really cute, and he looked really sincere with his words. He doesn’t seem the type to do something bad either. You finally gave in and gave him your number, putting your name with it, since he didn’t ask. He probably was too nervous to even think properly.

 As he was bidding goodbye, another voice spoke. “Excuse me?” the other started. “Hey-” you stopped, shocked as you see Hyunjin, your crush when you were in elementary. “I’m sorry, but is that really you, y/n?” he asked, a bit shocked with the sudden encounter. “Y-yeah, how are you? It’s been so long,” you said and smiled, getting back your composure. “I’m great.. you?” he asked. “I’m fine..” you didn’t know what to say. After finishing elementary, you said to yourself you wouldn’t be shy anymore. You’re missing out on many things when you’re shy, including getting to know your crush more. But seeing Hyunjin and his beautiful, strong stare, you couldn’t avoid being shy again. “…okay, I’m going now. Nice to meet you,” the cute boy trailed off, checking his phone “y/n,” he smiled. You smiled back as he turned away. As the cute boy disappears, you turn your attention back to Hyunjin. He had long hair, reaching his nape, almost reaching his shoulders. How could he look more beautiful? Your heart starts aching, starting to beat faster. He’s way out of your league, just like back then.

 “What are you doing here?” you asked, attempting to start a conversation. You couldn’t avoid admiring her appearance. She looks so different compared from before. It makes you wonder how much she changed. “I just finished work,” she said. “Really? Where do you work?” you asked. “I own a cafe, just right down the corner. You could visit tomorrow if you like, my treat,” she said and smiled. Her gaze and way of talking, why is she so different? You asked yourself. She makes me want to know her more. “I would like that,” you said and smiled, quite contented with your encounter with her. You started admiring her appearance, from her hair, down every inch of her. Her hair is longer, different from what she always liked. Her face shines differently, and it makes your heart thump. You didn’t feel this before. “Oh, my bus is here, are you going on it too?” she asked. “Yeah,” you said. You actually got off your bus, seeing y/n talking with someone. This wasn’t your way home, but you just had to make sure it was her. Luckily, her bus is the same with the direction you needed to go.

You both went on the bus, getting the window seat and Hyunjin sitting beside you. You don’t know what to say or do. Your heart’s thumping nonstop, as if begging to get out. If only I could let you out right now, I would’ve done it already. Distracting yourself from being too close to him, you looked out the window. He didn’t know you had a crush on him, or so you think. You guys were in 3rd grade back then, and you told one of your friends you had a crush on Hyunjin. She said she’d keep it a secret, and you trusted her, but after you told her, she said she would tell him and left the classroom, since Hyunjin was in a different class.

You didn’t actually confirmed to her if she really told him, and instead avoided her together with Hyunjin. You didn’t want him to know, since it would be awkward and he might think you’re befriending him just to make him like you back. You have had small interactions with Hyunjin, from 3rd grade until 6th. You had to move to another school, since you couldn’t afford the tuition anymore. You didn’t stop liking him though, still getting shy when you see him near his school, hoping he doesn’t see you. You stalk him from time to time, looking at everything he posts publicly. You couldn’t get the courage to follow him. After years, you would suddenly pop on his notifications? Hell no. You continued punishing yourself mentally from all the mistakes you’ve made, not realizing Hyunjin was staring at you the whole ride, smiling to himself. You got off first, opening the door to your house and immediately buried yourself in your pillow, screaming the whole night.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It really was her. It’s been years since you last saw her. You remember again how many times you started the topics this morning with her. She was always like that, even in elementary. You’re always the one making a topic, since she doesn’t seem interested in talking to you.

She was always with the same group of friends, and they were the only ones she always run to on lunch breaks. It was why for 4 years, you two hadn’t got much interactions. There were times when she plays with you and the boys, games that requires running. She even made her team win because of her, complimenting her. She didn’t care how she looks that much then, just having fun. You liked that about her. As a friend. It wasn’t something else, unlike now.

“It’s a good thing I approached her, right, Kkami?” you asked your dog, which was minding it’s own business while you’re petting him. “She looks so different now, her stare..” you trailed off. Your eyes went back to your dog, who was looking at you. “Ah, why do I always talk to you, you can’t even understand what I’m saying,” you said, laughing to yourself as you fell asleep.

a/n: hello! i have decided i will post once a week, since i posted on a Wednesday, i guess that would be my day. i suddenly thought of this story yesterday. i haven’t thought about the whole plot and all, but this would be a little soft story with hyunjin. can you leave suggestions to help me with this story? so it comes out well hehe. also if you want me to continue this, or just with simple imagines. also stream god’s menu, we’re near 35M! thank you!

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Newly-Opened Namu Serves Coffee with a Side of Korean Fare

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Hello from North Carolina!

First, a life update. I recently moved from Texas to the Raleigh and Durham area of North Carolina. I’ve been getting to know the area and have already found a few gems. (For glimpses of my new adventure please follow me on Instagram!) For my Texas friends, I do plan on continuing to cover the Texas food scene when I visit. The first visit to Texas is already scheduled for October. I’ve appreciated the support my Texas friends have given me through the years of running this blog and hope you stick around for this next chapter!

Truth be told, this new chapter is already a challenging one. I’ve never lived outside of Houston or Austin and am missing my friends and family dearly. (Especially so over the weekend as I stalked them ferociously to make sure they’re safe from Hurricane Harvey.) If I could offer a tip to anyone trying to start over in a new city, and I’m talking about the kind of fresh start that requires not only making new friends but also landing new gigs or jobs, my one tip is to do all your work and job hunting from charming coffee shops. The coffee shop background noise makes life a little less lonely and it’s an easy way to explore your new area.

One of my recent coffee shop work sessions was at newly-opened Namu in Durham, North Carolina. Namu just opened in Durham only two weeks ago. The interior is beautiful. The wi-fi connection was fast and I was able to zone out for a morning work session. I stayed until I got hungry and had an excuse to order and try their food menu. I’ve been to hundreds of coffee shops, and Namu is the first one I’ve seen with a Korean food menu to go with their coffee.

I tried their bibimbap and loved how fresh the vegetables tasted. I opted for tofu instead of my usual pork and beef bibimbap. I’m personally trying to dabble in more vegetarian eating and the marinated tofu did not make me miss meat, a feat in itself!

All in all, Namu made a strong first impression on me and I can’t wait to return to try more of their menu!

If you’re following the Harvey horror and are interested in helping from afar, donating to the Houston Food Bank is a good start. You can also simply text the word HARVEY to 90999 to make a $10 donation to Red Cross or call 1- 800-RED CROSS.

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Waiting for the Rain (Ch. 10)

chapter title: Snow

summary: Yuri meets Yuuri. Yuuri meets Viktor. It’s all very simple, really.

pairing: viktor/yuuri

words: 3432

also on ao3 (previous chapters are there as well!)

for @wistfullywishing. thank you for always being there for me <3

December

Fuck, it’s cold as balls.

Yurio steps inside the entrance to the rink, teeth chattering slightly. One would think that after all the years he’s devoted to dancing on literal ice, in fucking Russia no less, he should be well-equipped to deal with sub-arctic temperatures. But the world has a weird way of screwing him over sometimes.

Now, where the hell is Viktor… He checks his phone to make sure that this is the right time and place, and then his bag, for the package he was asked to deliver to freaking Katsuki Yuuri in return for getting some killer advice on his step sequence.

Not that he needs it or anything. He’s just here because he wanted to check out the competition.

Yeah, that’s why.

Instead, he spots none other than the fake Yuuri —I’m the real Yuri, dammit—and is even more pissed off.

He’d assumed that the one giving him pointers was going to be Viktor, but…

“Oi, Katsudon,” he says, by way of greeting. The guy looks up from breathing into his palms and smiles genially, like he isn’t facing down the Ice Tiger of Russia.

“Hello, Yurio,” he says pleasantly, breath still fogging up his glasses. “Chilly today, isn’t it?”

For some reason, this makes him even angrier. “As if,” he scoffs, forgetting his earlier chills. “Your ass would be frozen solid if you ever came to St. Petersburg.” With an annoyed it tsk, he stomps away.

But for some reason, his leave me the fuck alone body language doesn’t seem to be getting through to this guy, as always.

“Oh, Yurio!”

He rounds on him like a demon. “Don’t call me that!”

Yuuri holds his hands up in defense “Sorry, my bad.” The dude looks almost apprehensive for a moment, and Yurio feels both pleased and pissed off. “Listen, I was told…well, do you need any help with your step sequences? I’m not too great at them myself, but I was just wondering… ”

Oh, he cannot believe the nerve.

He mumbles something like “Stupid old man, tattling like a baby.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Fuck you, that’s what.”

He continues his angry, hands-in-pockets stalk to the locker rooms. Who does he think he is, anyway?

Then he slows, face dissolving into one of worry. Unfortunately for him, Viktor was still the best in his field, and that meant his advice actually stood for some shit. And if he set him up to work with this loser on something Yuri has always struggled with, then…

Besides, your step sequences have always been sloppy, so I can see where Yakov is going.

Shit.

When he emerges from the locker room, properly livid now, he sees the fool stretching leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. What the hell?

“Oi. Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to actually…”

You know you need to work on it, Yuri, says a voice in his head. Shut up, he responds. “…help me, dammit?”

“Of course!” Yuuri replies brightly, reaching into his bag for his skates. “Just one sec.”

Yurio figures that’s good enough, and turns heel towards the rink entrance and removes his guards.

“Stupid Viktor for making me come all the way here. Dumbass. Idiot. Where the hell is he, anyway?” Yurio mutters under his breath as he steps on the ice.

“Hey, do you know where—?” Yuuri follows him, his own skates flashing under his feet.

“No idea,” he retorts while he skates as far ahead as possible, because it makes him angry he was unknowingly caught worrying about the asshole. “He’s probably off doing something stupid again. Not that I care,” he tacks on, just in case anyone noticed.

Yuuri takes note of this with an all-too-knowing nod, then lags slightly farther behind to watch Yurio’s movements. Yurio does the same, observing the enemy from afar. Although it pains him to admit it, the guy is good. His movements are fluid, like a true dancer’s, and he definitely has the skill for some of the more complicated jumps. He does not look like someone who has never been in a real international competition.

“Your timing is off just slightly,” he supplies helpfully when he skates past.

I take it all back.

“Shut up!”

But no one comments on anything when Yurio does the drill again and again, changing his feet alternate just slightly until they’re nearly perfect.

Nearly.

At the end of their first set of drills, they head back for a water break. At the gate, he notices when Yuuri glances at him a few times nervously.

“Hey, could you teach me how to land a quad Salchow?” Yuuri finally asks in a rush, gesturing to himself. “I’m still not able to get it right.”

Yurio can’t help the startled expression that flashes across his face.  Me? He thinks back to countless hours toiling at his home rink, jumping again and again until he gets his movements exactly right. He’s seen the bruises on Yuuri’s feet, the way the guy skates to his own music, and knows that he’s not the only one who practices until his legs give out.

This is stupid. He blushes slightly and turns his nose up, like a housecat who just fell and didn’t want anyone to see. “I guess,” he says after a moment, trying not to look so pleased.

Yuuri smiles. Yurio refuses to admit that he looks like a nice person, not a pathetic loser, when he does, and steps back onto the ice with an annoyed scowl.

Eventually, the large clock on the wall reminds them that it’s almost time for the rink to close up for the day, and Viktor still hasn’t showed. Not that he’s surprised in the least.

Unless, of course, Viktor set him up to work with the other Yuuri. Now that he thinks about it, that’s exactly the kind of shit the smiling baldie would pull on him.

Bastard.

He watches the other Yuuri step off the ice and wonders if he should just go ahead and drop his end of the bargain, because the stupid old man didn’t do jackshit to help him.

But…

He thinks of his newly improved step sequence.

He hates owing people anything, especially competitors.

Ugh.

“Wait, Katsudon,” Yurio says, voice resigned. The idiot turns around, a question on his features. It pisses him off even more that he can read the other guy so easily, even though they’ve only known each other for a few weeks at most (and thanks to a certain lovestruck idiot, he knows the guy eats pork cutlets like a madman, hence the nickname).

He skates up, steps off the ice, puts on his guards, plunges his arm into his bag. Pulls out the parcel, stomps back to an inquisitive Yuuri, and shoves the package in his unsuspecting hands. “I was told to give that to you,” he huffs. “It’s not from me.”

Yuuri looks down and sees a small envelope. It’s wrapped in dark blue paper, with little designs that look like sparkling jewels and red accents.

“Thank you?” Yuuri says, like a question. With a scoff, Yurio returns to the ice, determined to get in a few more minutes of practice.

He tries to act uninterested as Yuuri opens the package, slightly curious himself. What was so damn important that he had to deliver this stupid thing by hand?

Yuuri seems to squint to read it, his glasses no doubt somewhere else.

And then he bolts, nearly tripping over himself to remove his skates and jamming his glasses onto his nose.

“Where are you going, Yuuri?” asks—who is that again? The skater from Thailand always calls him Ciao-Ciao. The man seems appalled when Yuuri sprints past him, still shoving his skates into his bag, not even acknowledging the man.

Yurio almost ignores the concerned look that flashes across Ciao Ciao’s face.

But because he knows the look of someone who feels like they need to run to get somewhere before it’s too late—

Sirens, bright lights, reporters,

“wait, what do you mean, the old man fucking fell?”

“…semi-permanent damage…”

“awww, was Yuri worried about me? Don’t worry, it’s just a little break, nothing serious!”

one month.

then two.

then three.

“I think I need to take some time off. Just…for a little while”

then four.

“There’s nothing in skating for me now.”

five.

“I’m going to Japan.”

six.

“Yuri, I think I’ve found my new inspiration! His name is—”

“He’s going to see that idiot Viktor!” Yurio finally hollers from the ice, shoving all the memories down. To his relief, his voice sounds normal.

But because no one can see him from this distance, he almost allows his eyes to soften slightly. Almost.

Stupid Viktor, he thinks as the other Yuuri runs out of the rink like his life depends on it. Stupid, stupid.

He goes back to perfecting his step sequence.

~

The air is cold, and his breath unfurls in front of him like smoke. With a shiver, he readjusts his hamster-patterned beanie (courtesy of Phichit), then approaches the gate to Shinjuku Garden.

Because of the winter conditions, he supposes, there is no one here. His change slides into the machine with a soft click, as familiar as taking off his shoes when he arrives home. Aside from the crunch of snow underfoot, it is completely silent.

He thinks of his no-doubt warm apartment (Phichit can’t stand the cold), ready with dinner.

I should be somewhere else right now.

Past the now-frosted banks of the pond, its surface as still as glass. Of course, he can’t skate on it, but he wants to.

I should be somewhere else right now.

Over the creaky wooden bridge, taking care not to slip on patches of ice.

I should be somewhere else right now.

Finally, after ducking slightly under the vines that watch over a little alcove he knows all too well, their once-pink fingertips dusting the top of his head with snow, he sees a slight curve of a smile, a foot tapping a little impatiently, childlike. He smiles.

I should be nowhere else but right now thinks Katsuki Yuuri, age 24, lost in the beauty of the man sitting before him. He watches the slight smile on the other’s lips grow into pure light at the sight of him, and simply admires.

“Yuuri!” Viktor says, perking up. “You’re here!”

Yuuri snaps out of it, and can’t help but raise one eyebrow, holding up the note reading “meet me in the garden” in loopy handwriting. “You said to meet you?”

Viktor claps his hands. “Excellent, I see Yurio was able to give it to you! How were his step sequences?”

“Someone taught him well,” Yuuri replies in amusement. “I just helped him a little. I think. Although, he did seem really angry about something. Something to do with meeting you and a bargain?”

Viktor waves the comment aside easily. “Ah, he’s always like that, don’t worry.”

Yuuri has his doubts, but he elects to keep them to himself. With a semi-nervous laugh, he says, “So? Is everything alright?”

He had run here like something was chasing him, so his heart still has yet to return to normal. Thoughts of Viktor leaving for good, of returning home, leaving him alone…there could only be so many reasons why Viktor would want to talk to him here, of all places.

Viktor stands up and pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. Yuuri feels his still-stuttering heart try to jump straight out his chest. “Don’t worry, Yuuri! No need to look so frightened. I have a gift for you.” With a flourish, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out—

A CD case. He waves it in the air, and Yuuri watches as it glints and reflects the muted sunlight, then as he presses it into Yuuri’s gloved hand.

Yuuri stares at it, comically similar to how he stared when Yurio handed him the envelope back at the rink. “Um.”

“You have to open it!” Viktor says excitedly. “C’mon, go ahead!”

Yuuri does. Unsurprisingly, there is a single CD sitting in it.

Before he can speak, Viktor says, “Don’t worry, I have the song on my phone, too, so we can listen to it.” He pulls out his phone and fiddles with the apps until he’s found whatever he’s looking for, and hovers his index finger over the play button. Then, he holds his free hand out to Yuuri invitingly.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, breathless, and if Yuuri didn’t know any better, he would almost say that Viktor looks…nervous.

He almost laughs. What could Viktor Nikiforov, world champion figure skater, poodle lover, rainy park frequenter, possibly be afraid of?

Of course, there is only one answer Yuuri could possibly have.

He nods, and takes his hand. Viktor laces their fingers together (there goes Yuuri’s remaining heartbeats), then lets the music play.

Even though his phone speakers are no stadium sound system, the snow around them seems to mute the rest of existence into the background, leaving them in their own little world, the music ringing loud and clear.

The first thing he hears is the piano. Lilting, dancing, beautiful. He sucks in a breath, and Viktor begins to move.

One, two, three, four.

(He moves his hand to the small of Viktor’s back and bunches his fingers in the material of his coat).

After a few measures, he hears a violin, soaring through the sky, in harmony with the piano chord after chord, bringing memories that seem nearly forgotten; a half-dream, a part-reality.

(Viktor twirls him with a breathless laugh, dips his head back like they’re on the edge of the world).

Together, for awhile, the two weave around each other, playful and longing, sneaking glances when they think the other isn’t looking.

(On the contrary, Yuuri can’t stop staring. For the record, neither can Viktor).

Then, the quiet. The violin is gone. The piano notes seem almost lost for a few endless beats, unsure of their place, how they fit in the song.

(Viktor lets go of his hand momentarily to swing Yuuri out into the snow).

But somehow, some way, the piano picks itself back up, gaining dynamic, tempo, emotion. Its own kind of quiet strength.

(Yuuri does a graceful pirouette in the snow and ends with his hands extended high above his head, much to the delight of Viktor).

And then the violins sing again to rejoin the music, quiet at first.

(Yuuri nearly leaps back into Viktor’s outstretched arms).

Then, in joyous harmony—

(The winter wonderland holds its breath—)

The two burst forth, two halves of the same whole, beautiful and bright and alive.

(Viktor moves so close Yuuri can see the faint laugh lines under his eyes, feel nose bumping his).

It sounds like triumph incarnate.

And as the last chords of the song fade away, Yuuri meets him halfway.

(He tastes like chocolate and coffee).

The song ends.

They break away at some point. Yuuri isn’t sure when, his ears ringing.

“Back when I used to be…well, when I was still competing,” murmurs Viktor suddenly, breath fanning across Yuuri’s cheeks. “I had my music for all my programs composed for me. Recently, I got in touch with some old friends, and…well. Here we are.”

Yuuri is speechless, still lost in the lingering chords that sound like wedding bells in his head.

“If I were your coach,” Viktor says, eyes twinkling. “I would highly recommend you consider using it in the upcoming season.”

After a moment, Yuuri takes a shuddering breath. “You still want to coach me? And for me to…use this song? That you had composed… for me?”

Viktor nods, once.

“I—I don’t think I’ll be able to…live up to it. To…you,” he whispers.

Viktor places both hands on Yuuri’s face and brings their foreheads together softly. “Yuuri. You are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met in my life,” he says. “You have a dream, and you’ve worked for it. Still are working for it.”

Yuuri wills the water pooling in his eyes to disappear. Rain, rain go away.

“Whether or not you want to use it is completely up to you,” Viktor says, voice gentle. “Whether or not you want me to stay by your side is your decision.” He shifts slightly, so that they’re eye to eye. “But please just know this— that you’ve earned the right to skate on any stage you wish, to whatever music you make for yourself.”

“And no matter your decision,” he continues, fingers stroking the sides of Yuuri’s temple, “Please know that I am here for you. Always. You are so full of life, Yuuri,” Viktor finally breathes, and so Yuuri does too. “That you helped me find mine again.”

Oh, dear. Yuuri’s eyes, despite his best efforts, overflow anyway. He wraps his arms around Viktor and doesn’t let go. Viktor mirrors him.

“Thank you,” he chokes. “Thank you.”

Viktor holds him tighter. “No, thank you, Yuuri.”

They step apart once more. There’s a silence, a defining moment, those few seconds after a jump in the air, a leap of faith.

Yuuri opens his mouth.

“Yes.”

And he sticks the landing, notes the garden around them, amused.

At the same time, Viktor lets loose an overjoyed yell, then picks him up by the waist and spins them in a circle together, much to the protest of a very red Yuuri.

“Viktor! Put me down!” he says, but he’s laughing. Viktor does so with a wide grin, and once Yuuri’s feet are planted solidly on the ground, he brushes a feather kiss to Yuuri’s cheek.

And with that, Yuuri could probably melt the snow with the heat of his face right now, but there’s more he needs to say. “I promise,” he begins, and Viktor sobers up almost immediately, “that I will do my absolute best. I’ll show the world that I’m worthy.” His eyes are serious, the kind reserved for before a competition. “Worthy to skate on the same stage as you.”

Viktor acknowledges him with a solemn nod. “I expect nothing less from my beloved student.”

Student. “Thanks…Coach,” he says, and Viktor protests immediately.

“Hey, now. None of this ‘coach’ business, please! Just call me as I am.”

“Let me think…Ok, lover, then.”

“Yuuri!”

Oops. Perhaps he’s been skating to Eros for a little too long.

After the ensuing tackle-hug that inevitably occurs, pink faces all around, Viktor suddenly gets quiet.

“Oh, and for the record,” he says with a wink, “you already are. Worthy, that is.”

Yuuri blushes again, and mumbles a gracious thank you.

His embarrassment only intensifies when they return to the benches to retrieve their scattered belongings, and Viktor somehow sneaks his hand into Yuuri’s, lacing their fingers together as they walk back towards the entrance.

Phichit is going to have a field day with this development, he thinks wryly.

“What did you think of the piece?” Viktor asks, grinning ear to ear. Yuuri tears away his thoughts of horrid Instagram stories and prospective family dinners to answer.

“I loved it,” he says, with enough conviction to crack glaciers. “It was so…beautiful.”

“Yes!” Viktor swings their linked arms together triumphantly. “I’m so happy you think so too! It reminded me of you when I first heard it, you know.” Glossing over the fact that he just called Yuuri beautiful—good God, how is he going to survive this—he says excitedly, “What do you want to name it? Honor’s all yours!”

“Hmm…”

As they walk away from the little alcove, Yuuri glances at the silver sky dusting the world in white, at the glass pond that will thaw come springtime, at the snow ahead of them untouched by their footprints. A new chapter, a clean slate.

He remembers months and months of this being in this place, listening quietly to more than one kind of music. When he thinks of the many more to come, he smiles.

His days of waiting are over.

“How does Yuri on Ice sound?” he finally says, eyes shining.

If the garden left behind them, hushed with snow and the promise of warmer days, agrees with him, it remains silent. For now. Really, anything it could possibly say is already tumbling out of the once-stranger’s heart-shaped mouth delightedly, so there’s no need.

Besides, if it wishes to see the two again, all it must do is be a little a patient.

And so, it does what gardens do best, and waits for the rain.

Fin.

[ssteezyy]

Ask the Vet With Dr. Kris: Dr. Kris Answers February’s Questions

On February 1, we launched our new “Ask the Vet With Dr. Kris” segment. Once a month, we’ll post a reminder for you to post your questions for Dr. Kris. He’ll answer as many of them as he can each month, and I’ll publish his answers in a subsequent post.

Dr. Kristopher Chandroo is a veterinarian, scientist, photographer, animal welfare advocate, and creator of Stress to Success (STS): The Essential Guide to Medicating Your Feisty, Grumpy or Reluctant Cat.  Dr. Kris wants  your cats to be twenty years old. And counting! And he wants to provide medication and therapy to them in a way that respects the bond between cat and human.

Here are Dr. Kris’ answers to some of your questions asked in February. If your question didn’t get answered here, Dr. Kris will answer them on his own website, in the future. Subscribe to his updates so you’ll be notified when the answers are published.

Persian male cat bites Himalyan’s neck

Dr. Kris, never had this in 30+ yrs experience with cats. I have a Persian n male, 3 yrs old, sweet, easy going, loving to all, even our yappy Yorkie. All are spay/neut. 7 months ago I adopted a 3 month seal PT Himalayan male, recently neutered. Now the male Persian mounts, no other word for it, the Himalayan and his hips do little jerks. Himalayan doesn’t retaliate, just lays there. Sometimes Persian starts by biting, not hard, the Himalayan’s neck. My husband says ” very disturbing” . As long as Elvis isn’t hurt, I leave them. (Suzanne Walker)

Dr. Kris:

So, you’ve got a cat named Elvis, and a Persian who is doing something naughty? I recommend that you listen to this song as you read this answer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emjLXdsj6xA

You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You’re the devil in disguise..

Your Persian is literally now “doing the Elvis”. Hip thrusts and all. It’s sexual behaviour on display. Just like Elvis did in the 50s. Believe it or not, cat’s have a “lust system”.

Ok, ok, ok. So here is what’s happening. Mr. Himalayan arrived on the scene. That’s a relationship change. Relationship changes in groups of cats are all about psychology. It doesnt matter that he’s been around for seven months and just starting the behaviour now. Because it’s all about how they feel and think about their group as time goes by.

If it gets worse, your Persian might need something else to occupy his time. Toy’s, treat ball, more places to climb and hiding spots for Elvis. Of course, Feliway Friends and Zylkene could play a role as well.

But I agree with you – as long as Elvis isn’t hurt, it seems reasonable to leave them.

This all assumes they are successfully neutered and spayed for sure!!! It’s hard to screw up that kind of surgery, so I would be surprised if they were not. Im also assuming there is no vaginitis / lower urinary tract infections going on (which can change behaviour and odours produced by your cats).

P.S. – Your hubby is hilarious!

Tortie constantly wants more food

Hi Dr Kris! I adopted a beautiful tortie girl 5 weeks ago, aged 3.5 years. She is very loving and was previously homed, not a stray. I am feeding her ZiwiPeak wet food 3 times a day (first thing in the morning, when I get home from work and later in the evening before bed). She has a small amount of dry food available but will only eat a few at a time if I encourage her or during the day when she’s alone. In the evenings she seems to constantly want more food, meowing whenever I get up (especially if I go to the kitchen where she is fed, obviously). I’m feeding her as guided on the can, and she often leaves some food from her second meal. I also introduced some poached chicken but she vomited a couple of times while eating that (though this was hours after eating, early in the morning), so I have been holding off giving it to her again to see if she is sick at all without the chicken. She doesn’t jump on the counter and only occasionally begs for food off our plates (we never give her anything), and will typically just watch from afar when I’m preparing human meals. I am able to get her to sit while waiting for meals now.

I get the feeling she isn’t liking being left alone during the day and is trying to make up for it by being needy at night. I give her lots of attention and try to play with her, but she just isn’t really interested in playing much at night until after the third meal. I tried a treat ball but as she doesn’t really like dry food much she isn’t keen on that. My vet suggested feeding her more regularly but that is obviously difficult while at work (she didn’t like the automated feeder I got her), and trying a limited diet if she is vomiting regularly, before any further tests etc. I’m really worried about her, I just want her to be happy in her new home and do the best for her wellbeing. Is it likely she is still just settling in?

Dr. Kris:

Ooohh torties are awesome. I once house sat while working in Vancouver Island, and it was me and this little Tortie watching movies over winter.

Ok, lets talk about food first. Maybe it’s the issue driving her behavior, maybe it isn’t. Because maybe she could just be settling in. That could make one anxious, right? And then, it could be both. Because you have a cat. And they are mentally complex. So the only way you really know is to test things. Like you’ve been doing.

So your cat is a specialized hunter. They are designed to eat 10 to 20 small prey items in a day. Now some are better at this than others. Some are more driven than others. Now imagine a voice in the back of your cats head – an urge to go hunt 20 to 40 times per day. “Let’s go hunting….let’s go stretch our legs, let’s stalk and sprint and pounce….”.

It’s the same frequency that we check our smartphones right? Now imagine your forgot your phone, and you’re stuck at work. It feels weird. You reach into your pocket every 10 minutes, and it’s not there. You can’t satisfy the urge…

We’ve got to activate her brain when she is eating the wet food. Satisfy the voices in the brain.

You want a wet food puzzle feeder: http://ift.tt/2mz1Jji

Start simple, then go more complex.

Test it, then report back. Extra points for considering calming pheromones (like Feliway) or adding Zylkene into their food for a couple of weeks.

Does it work? Great, problem solved. Doesn’t work? You’re the proud owner of a cat. The feeding enrichment now becomes your baseline, and you work up from there to solve the other potential issues driving her behavior.

Test it, and report back to us!

Cat coughs after drinking water

Hello Doctor Kris, I have a 2 year old female cat, she’s generally very healthy but lately almost every time she drinks water the water seems “to go down to wrong way”. She makes noises like she’s coughing up a hairball for around 20-30 seconds and then everything goes back to normal… is this normal? This used to happen occasionally when she would drink from the water fountain, but now it also happens when drinking from a bowl. We had a vet check her today and found nothing wrong

I gave her hairball medicine just in case. She’s using her litter box normally and eating normally as well… sometimes when she eats she will try to expell the food out, like a piece got stuck in her throat or something. It seems water is the main irritant though.

Dr. Kris, I write to you with an update. Since my comment my cat still hacks (I have a video of her doing this, I wish I could send it to you) when she drinks water. There was a day when she did it 2-3 without actually drinking water, so we worried a took her to the vet again. The vet said he heard a noise inside her throat and took xrays, we found out that her heart might be a little bit bigger on one side. We are waiting for another vet who is a specialist to do a ultrasound. I live in Turkey so forgive me if I don’t use medical terms.

When I play with her (I make her chase a ball around the house) she never shows any distress, actually I get tired first. I have played with her this week and nothing has changed in that regard. A couple of months ago the doctor saw redness at the back of the throat and said it was gingivitis, we gave her medicine once and it went away.

We’re still waiting for more results, but if you could tell us what to watch out for I’d appreciate it… thank you! (Lucia)

Dr. Kris:

Hi Lucia, you are on the right track. You were right to be concerned, as cat’s are really good at putting the food and water down the right tube. I would be looking for irritation, inflammation or something affecting the path of food and water from her mouth to her stomach. Sometimes when they hack, it’s actually a cough…it can be tricky to figure out, so make sure to bring the video to the specialist as well.

Assuming she is otherwise ok, main thing that I would be watching for is her body weight. If she’s dropping weight, I want to know and figure out what is going on faster.

Good luck and let us know how things go.

Vaccinations for cats – which ones, and for how long?

I recently read some conflicting opinions on the need for certain vaccinations for cats (other than rabies). What is your opinion on how often vaccines should be given and at what age they can be stopped? (Peggy Zamboni)

Dr. Kris:

Good question Peggy.

Literally (I kid you not), my approach with vaccination comes from this 1971 interview with the great one, Bruce Lee: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJMwBwFj5nQ

I promise you I am going somewhere with this.

As a vet, I will meet all sort of people from every walk of life.

And our experiences in life will of course give us the opinions we have, right?

So the biggest positive impact I can make in a person and their cat’s life is to respect their views, and work with them towards their goals. The things that are important to them.

And that is why I resonate with what Bruce said in 1971.

“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle”. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot”.

Someone really believes what Jenny McCarthy says about vaccines? It’s ok. We are all susceptible to the larger than life opinions of celebrities at some time or another.

Someone has had a bad experience with vaccines in the past and is concerned about how a new kitty in their life might react? Very reasonable way to feel, isn’t it?

Someone had had a pet or family member pass away or get really sick from infectious disease? We talk about the role of vaccines in preventing that.

So, I need to be formless, and bend to that person’s situation, their history with vaccination, and how they feel about this medical procedure (a vaccine is technically a medical procedure, with pro’s and con’s like every other medical procedure).

“Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”

Bad diseases can drip, or they can crash. So can reactions to medical procedures, like vaccination.

So, for me, it’s a case by case evaluation. Not one size fits all. I definitely tell them about legal obligations if their cat is interacting with the public (i.e. rabies vaccination), and will form my opinion based on the age, behavior, medical status and exposure to the illnesses we vaccinate for.

I’ll tell people if I’m strongly for vaccination for their cat or kitten, or if I feel it’s much lower on the priority list to optimize the health of their cat. I always want the big health bang for the buck.

And the last thing I tell people about vaccination is that nothing that we decide is written in stone. We can always re-evaluate any plan.

“Be shapeless, formless, like water”.

Cat is overgrooming

I have 7 indoor cats; healthy, get along for most part, and use the litter box. I have a pair of orange and white, 7 yr old sisters that do slightly bully the others. One sister, Libby, is licking off her fur and it seems to be getting worse. First it was just on her tummy, then the underside of her tail, and now one of her arms. Is there anything I can do to help this? (Sheila Tabone)

Dr. Kris:

Yes.

Assuming that Libby has no thyroid issues, acquired allergy or food sensitivity, parasitic or other physical health issues (hint hint take her to the vet), then you might be looking for ways to help her with social stress and anxiety.

There is lot’s of info about that if you google it.

But here is the trick.

I used to work with fish. Big, large rainbow trout, way back in the 90’s. Part of my research was looking into social stress. Sometimes fish would bully each other as well. And you know what we knew to be true? That the fish that was the bullier, was sometimes just as stressed out (physiologically speaking) as the fish that got bullied.

And things could get better when we modified stuff about the fish tank, just as much about doing anything with the individual fish. The tank was what we needed to treat (for science geeks out there, the tank was the experimental unit, not the individual fish).

Your home is the tank. Help Libby as an individual, but also realize that true success comes from making changes for all the cats.

Now why do vets always say check them out in the clinic first, even though you have a strong hunch it may be a behavioral / anxiety problem?

Three reasons.

First, lets say it is purely a social stress and anxiety problem. Well, that’s an immunosuppressive force hitting your cat. Chronic stress is a driver for physical illness. And unless you catch that, it’s hard to make them healthy in the way you intended.

Secondly, some of these guys need supplements or medication.

Lastly, it always sucks when you have all the right techniques in place to deal with the social anxiety and stress, and the undetected medical illness makes it look like nothing is working…your cat has concurrent issues and all your efforts become confounded.

Good luck Sheila!

Cat is peeing on the bed

I have a 10yr old cat that seems to have taken up not urinating in kitty litter trays even though they are clean. How can I stop this behavior. He is always urinating on their bed I changed the mattress but that has not helped he is doing the same thing to the new mattress. Is there something I can spray on the mattress to put him off using it. Is there anything that is chemical free that i can use? Thanks. (Gladys Gauci)

Gladys, see this answer I posted here: http://ift.tt/2mZPrhl

Kitten has seizures

Hello Dr. Kris! I’d be ever grateful if you could help me with my question. Six months ago I rescued an 8 week old kitten from a gas station parking lot. She has been having a grand Mal seizure occasionally, the first on Nov. 24th, then one 6 weeks later, and a less severe seizure last week. When I brought her home she was seen by a vet and de-wormed. Her stool has been mostly loose and very smelly since being wormed. The same vet saw her after the first seizure and ran tests which were normal. He thought maybe she was getting too much fat in her diet so recommended low fat canned food but she’s since had the other two seizures. I found a blog that suggested grain and gluten in her canned food could be causing intestinal inflammation and her seizures, so recommended changing foods and supplementing with natural healthy omega fats. Since she was a stray it’s unknown if she had head teams but didn’t seem to have a head injury when found. Have you experienced the seizure reaction in cats due to grains and gluten in their food? I’ve since switched all my cats to grain-free, gluten-free and carrageenan-free food and have made coconut oil available for my cats to nibble at their option. The kitten’s stool seems improved already. I am very concerned to stop the root cause of her seizures because I also read that the more seizures she has, the more likely she will be to have them in the future. Thank you for any insights or advice you may offer! (Amanda Becher)

Dr. Kris:

I live by two seizure rules.

I don’t like seeing them very early in life, and they are rarely good news if they begin very late in life.

You are really an awesome person for intervening for this little life you found in the concrete jungle of a gas station.

You are doing an amazing job focusing on nutrition. It’s the foundation of good health and trying to get them to return to health. To answer your question, I have not observed seizures in kittens due to grains and gluten in their food.

When seizures start this young, then I think about Congenital anomaly’s (things they are born with that affect their nervous system), encephalitis (things that cause inflammation in the brain – not food based though), FIP, Toxoplasma, Cryptococcus (I use to see that a lot on the west coast) and toxicity. There are probably other reasons, and a talented veterinary neurologist could help.

You are right. Find out the root cause if you can. It’s not inexpensive to do that. Do the best you can.

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