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megamindsecretlair · 15 days ago

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Hiii so ik Halloween is coming up! So I wanna know if you could do another jack the reacher fic! (Love that man) Basically y/n spend every single day with your bf except for Halloween. Y/n has been with him for 2 years now and it’s kinda getting old. So ofc this year like always he tells y/n to stay away from him on Halloween. He’ll suggest visiting your parents or hanging with friends at party just something to keep her busy until his little spell is over. Though what y/n doesn’t know is every Halloween he turns into a werewolf, demon, orc…. (Anything you want! Your choice of monster!) He definitely doesn’t want his precious gf to see that! He just can’t control anything while he’s in that mode and he definitely doesn’t want to be near y/n while this happens. He doesn’t wanna hurt or. ….break her. Buttttt y/n doesn’t listen and goes to see him anyways, she acts like she’s leaving when in reality we stayed just to see what goes on. At first the speculation was cheating…ofc our loving bf wouldn’t do that to us right..?? So the reader sneakily finally finds out what her boyfriend is hiding and BOY IS SHE IN FOR QUITE THE RIDE! *I have a cnc kink and manhandling kink, and I would love for the reader to just be bratty in general! Cause as you can see we don’t listen! 🤭 He should definitely put reader in a full nelson….sigh me and my delusions

Ps. Can the reader be black! And plus size thank you!

General Note: I do not, have not, and will never write non-con.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jack Reacher x Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. PWP, PIV, Cursing, SMUT, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, cum play, primal play, bratty reader, Sorry if I missed others. No spoilers for the show.

Summary: See Ask. With the exception of non-con. Halloween happened to be your favorite holiday and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with your sweet boyfriend, Reacher. However, Reacher had other plans that didn’t involve you. Upset with your plans ruined, you decided to disobey his strict order to stay at your parents’ house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, you only knew that you wanted answers. Patience was never your strong suit.

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A/N: Ask and ye shall receive!! LOL.I have no excuses for myself other than WHEW!!! This broke me. I need to go hose myself down. Happy Halloween-Eve everyone! Enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

Something was wrong with your boyfriend.

You eyed him as he grew more antsy during the week leading up to Halloween, only your favorite time of the year. You loved the costumes, the makeup, the scares, and thrills. It spoke to your soul in a way no other holiday did.

Similar to last year, Reacher grew more agitated. Little things pissed him off. When he wasn’t working a case for the Army’s Military Police, he walked around like a bear with a thorn in his paw.

He was never mean to you. Never snapped. Never treated you as anything other than his adorable girlfriend. Even now, on the actual holiday, he was putting together a bookshelf for you because your old one broke from all of the books you had.

You sat on the floor beside him, handing him different screws and allen wrenches whenever he asked. You loved days like these. Loved seeing him domesticated.

“I was thinking you might go with your parents again today,” Reacher said, unprompted.

You blinked your eyes at him and tilted your head. “For…Halloween? Again?” You asked.

“Yeah. You said you had fun last year so…” he said, letting the sentence dangle while he studied the instructions once more. He made it sound innocent, but your warning bells went off instantly.

Your mind trailed to the slutty nurse outfit in the back of your closet. You had…plans. You had an entire night planned of passing out candy to the kids until it got too late. Then you were going to take him to your room and give him some tender love and care.

All of that flew out of the window…again. Last year, he made the excuse that he was in the middle of an important case and wasn’t able to spend the holiday with you. You knew dating someone in the military would have its ups and downs but you figured that living close to the base meant that he’d be around more.

This year, however, you made sure that he hadn’t taken on any new cases. You gently steered him to take the time to rest. Not that the big brute knew the meaning of the word. He was like a machine, always moving forward. Never settling. You never wanted to dim his wanderlust but…didn’t you deserve to spend your favorite holiday with your boyfriend?

You could deal with everything else. You could deal with the missed nights, the long cases, the confidentiality. You trusted him. Yet…was he cheating? Was that it? Why this specific night?

“Reacher, I’d kind of like to spend the holiday with you. I had a few surprises planned actually,” you said.

Reacher looked up from screwing in a shelf and looked at you. He was always so severe. Mouth pressed into a thin line and eyebrows raised like he wasn’t in the mood for any lip talk. He smoothed out his eyebrows and his mouth drooped into a smirk.

“I’m sorry. I know how much this holiday means to you. I have something important to do,” he said.

“Like? Is there a reason I have to leave my own home for this?” You asked. He held out his hand for the next screw and you handed it to him. His palm was hot to the touch, hotter than normal.

You looked back at him and really looked him over this time. Your boyfriend always ran hot but he was scorching. He was sweating a bit too even though the temperature outside was below sixty and dropping by the hour.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked. You leaned up onto your knees, letting your fluffy skirt settle around your thighs, as you placed the back of your hand to his forehead. You snatched your hand back with a hiss and rubbed it.

“You’re burning up! Do you need to go to the hospital?” You asked.

“I don’t get sick,” he said, his mouth lifting into a smirk.

You huffed. “Everyone gets sick, Reacher. Even you,” you said. Though, come to think of it…you’d never seen him so much as sneeze.

“I don’t get sick,” he said, leaning over to peck your lips. His lips were warm too but you welcomed the kiss and wished he’d ditch the bookshelf and come play with you. Ever the stickler for accomplishing his honey-do list, he leaned away from you and went back to assembling the bookcase.

“I’d feel better if you were with your parents where your father can look after you,” he said.

You sat back on your knees and huffed. “I don’t need a big strong man to look after me, Reacher,” you said. The last thing you wanted was to spend the best holiday of the year around your boring ass family.

Your father had also been in the military and his hard ass didn’t understand anything he couldn’t see. Trying to carve out time for spooky shenanigans in a cold house full of rules and expectations was hard enough growing up. You always felt like a toddler retreating to your parents’ house, where your larger than life father treated you like his baby girl.

And Reacher knew that. He stopped working and looked at you. “I just want you safe when I can’t look after you myself,” he said.

“Because…?” You asked. You needed a reason. He had to give you a valid reason. Because if this became an every year type of situation, you’d have to sit and talk with him about it. You didn’t ask for much. Reacher rarely denied you. So what was the problem?

Reacher smiled and wiped his brow. He could claim he wasn’t sick all he wanted but he sure looked like it. Since when he did he sweat like this, inside the house, wearing nothing but a black T-shirt and sweats?

“You know I can’t tell you,” he said.

You pouted and turned doe eyes on him. Reacher sighed and chuckled, looking away from you finally. “Please?” You asked. You scooted closer, sidling up to his big, thick body and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t,” he said.

“Pretty please?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. You dialed up the cuteness, making your eyes as wide as they would go.

“It’s not going to work,” he said. But you already heard the resolve in his voice weaken. He tried to work with you on his shoulder but you rubbed your cheek against his bare arm. He sighed and pulled you into him, kissing your forehead.

“You know being a brat doesn’t work on me. Come on, help me put this up before it’s too late,” he said.

“Too late? Got a hot date somewhere?” You asked, leaning away from him. You were only half joking. You wouldn’t seriously be with someone if you thought they had the capacity to cheat. Reacher was loyal through and through, almost doggedly so.

“Smart ass. No. I want to get you to your parents before it gets too dark outside,” he said.

He was really adamant about that. You deflated, sinking onto the floor and handing him the next screw. Reacher glanced at you and sighed. “Please don’t hate me. I’m only looking out for you,” he said.

“I know, Reacher,” you said. You would just have to…make do. You’d leave the bowl of candy outside and let the kids take whatever they wanted. You could watch kids on the ring camera and scare them when they least expected. It wouldn’t be the same but at least you’d get to see some kind of excitement tonight. Too bad it wouldn’t be by riding your boyfriend until the morning light.

You continued to help him with the bookshelf but your heart was no longer in it. You handed him screw after screw, letting the whir of the fan be the only sound in the room.

Reacher thrived in silence so you didn’t expect him to fill it with useless conversation. Now you just felt stupid sitting in your costume. If he knew that he wanted you to go to your parents’ house, couldn’t he have said so before you dressed up?

Sure, you had hours to go before nightfall. Before the kids and adults began walking around the neighborhood in their cute, creative outfits and bags or bowls of candy. But…this sucked.

You pouted as he finished the bookshelf. You kissed him to thank him but swiftly retreated to your room to get ready. You already knew the drill. You removed your costume and threw on your own pair of joggers and one of Reacher’s shirts. It fit you like a dress but it was comfy and smelled like him.

Reacher got dressed in record time, damn near whistling now that you agreed to go to your parents’ house. You watched him move stiffly, like he was in pain but would never admit it. Things just weren't adding up. Your intuition was screaming at you, warning you that something wasn’t right here.

You watched him carefully as he continued to wipe his brow or sniffle. If he were sick, he would tell you, right? He swiftly locked up the house, practically kicking you out of the house. He opened the car door for you, ushered you inside, and then hopped into the truck himself.

You still eyed him as he flew through traffic, making it to your parents’ house in twenty minutes flat.

“You’re being weird,” you said when he parked in the driveway. Your parents’ house was in the middle of a cul-de-sac. The perfect environment for trick or treaters. Yet, this was the most geriatric neighborhood with only one young couple living at the end of the block and they didn’t have kids.

You’d be lucky if anyone stopped down this street tonight. It was usually dark, lacking decorations, and no one turned on their porch lights. It was the opposite of your place. This place was dull and void of anything resembling fun.

“I know. And I’m sorry,” he said. He reached out to take your hand, his hand burning to the touch. You held on anyway and turned to him. Turned to the man you were madly, wildly in love with.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” You asked.

“I promise nothing’s wrong. After tonight, I’ll work on a healthier work-life balance,” he said.

He kissed the back of your hand and you turned to his soft eyes. He still looked the same when he looked at you. Still radiated the same amount of love that was likely reflected in your own eyes. You were going to talk about this. There were no ifs or buts about it. You were going to talk and he was going to listen.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said.

Reacher kissed your hand one more time before exiting the truck and walking around to open your door. He helped you climb out of his massive truck and then walked with you to your front door, head on a swivel as if you were being watched. He sniffed the air and you found yourself looking around as well.

You used your keys to enter your parents’ house, calling out to them. Your mother rounded the corner immediately, opening her arms and drawing you into a hug. “What are you doing here? I thought you had plans?” Your mother asked.

“Plans changed,” you said before Reacher could start in with that bullshit line. ‘Duty calls’, your ass. You had half a mind to follow him wherever he tried to go tonight.

Your mother stepped away and then hugged Reacher, looking incredibly tiny compared to how big Reacher was. The idea took root in your mind as they spoke about you and how this was your favorite holiday. Your mother droned on about how you were as a child, trying to draw vampires and werewolves on pieces of paper for decorations. What she didn’t say was that your father tore them down and promptly turned off the lights, not wanting to give the wrong impression. And save money to boot.

Your mind formulated the plan quicker than you could keep up with. You could wait until night time, keeping an eye on the ring camera, and then take your mother’s car back to your place. You’d get to the bottom of why Reacher absolutely needed the house to himself for this one special night a year. Once was a fluke. Twice was intentional.

Your father lumbered into the room, eyes squinting at the intrusive noises. He looked Reacher up and down before breaking into a wide grin. “Reacher,” your father said.

“Sir,” he said back, grabbing and shaking your father’s hand. You eyed them both coolly, wondering how you ended up with two pig-headed men. Done with the niceties, Reacher pecked you respectfully on the cheek.

“I’ll call you when I get home. And then I’ll make it up to you, promise,” he said. You saw the twinge of heat in his eyes. The sparkle of mischief that let you know that he absolutely would make it up to you. It would probably involve intense oral and your pussy throbbed just thinking of him sitting between your legs until you begged for mercy.

You waved goodbye to him and watched him walk out of the door, already turning to your mother with a sweet smile. “Can I borrow your car later?”

Night time fell in waves, turning the sky from dusty blue to purplish black. Few stars twinkled overhead as you drove your mother’s car to your place. There were more cars out and you kept getting distracted by everybody in their amazing costumes.

However, you kept your phone on while looking at the video of your front door. You had a back door as well but Reacher rarely used it. Since coming home earlier, he hadn’t shown any sign that he left.

You were being paranoid. You knew this. You knew that he told you to stay away from the house and you were supposed to be at your parents’, trapped in your little tower, but you had a gnawing pit in your stomach.

What if he was sick? What if he was lying on the floor of your bedroom, delirious and out of his mind? This was just a wellness check. That was what you told yourself to justify disobeying his precious orders. In reality, your curiosity ate at you. You wouldn’t be satisfied until you knew for certain that Reacher was okay. That he was just poring over disturbing case files. Or whatever the hell he did on base.

You parked a few houses down from your place and then carefully made your way down the street. You smiled at kids in their costumes, remarked on how creative they were, and then sidled up to your house.

Little did your Reacher know, there were a few blindspots in the cameras. The camera angles couldn’t cover everything. There was one narrow slip down the side of the house that none of the cameras caught.

Your heart pounded in your chest and your legs wobbled but you were here now. Had to see it through.

You walked to the backyard, careful to avoid the back camera. You’d have to hope he wasn’t looking at his phone when you were ready to enter. Your boots crunched on dead leaves underfoot, sounding as loud as bone crunching. Your heart beat rapidly, creating a booming drum in your chest.

A stiff wind blew across your skin and you shivered as you hovered at the side of the house. This was nuts. You were a grown woman sneaking around your own home. Reacher was active military and was not expecting you. If he thought you were an intruder and shot you, you wouldn’t know what to tell Jesus.

“Sorry, Lord, I thought he was cheating on me.” What a stupid way to meet your end. Rationale kicked in with the dropping temperature. You shivered, pulling your phone out of your pocket and scrolling to Reacher’s number.

His thumbnail was a rare picture you managed to snap after you smeared ice cream on his nose during a mini vacation. He had his eyes closed but a clear, goofy grin on his face. It was your favorite. He didn’t deserve this. None of this.

Rattling chains tore your attention from your phone to the back of your house. Chains? What the fuck?

The chains rattled again followed by a low whine. It sounded like a wounded animal. Your fingers shook while holding your phone. You were frozen to the spot. Should you investigate? That was some grade A white people shit, but again, what if Reacher was sick? What if he was in trouble at this very moment?

You knew how to shoot thanks to Reacher’s careful instruction and need to keep you safe at all times. The only problem was, his guns were all locked up in the basement. You took a deep breath. You could be strong for Reacher.

The camera be damned, you jogged up to the back of the house and used your keys to get inside. The house was dark, lights off and no movement in the house. You wanted to call out, but you still didn’t know where the rattling chain sound was coming from.

You carefully picked your way through the house, turning on your flashlight. Even if a thief saw you, you just didn’t want Reacher to shoot your ass. You walked down the hallway, scanning the phone’s beam over every inch of space before you.

You definitely saw Reacher come inside and never leave. So where the fuck was he? Did he know about the blindspots too?

A high-pitched, animal-like whine tore through the house and turned your insides liquid with fear.

What. The. Fuck.

The beam of light shook, creating wavy shadows on the walls. You took a deep breath and decided to brave it. If there was a big ass animal stuck in your basement somehow, you needed to know. If Reacher was into some demon sacrifice shit, you absolutely needed to know right this second.

Your sexy bear was more than capable of handling himself. He had been nothing but sweet when it came to you. But you never truly knew a person. And if that motherfucker was summoning shit in your basement, you were going to scream bloody murder. Assuming you escaped from him.

You shook your head, stepping closer to the basement door underneath your stairs. The rattling and whines began to mix, creating a disharmonious screech against your eardrums. Enough to make them itch.

You opened the door and peered down the rickety stairs. You hated the basement. Hated going down the wooden slats that felt like it could give at any moment. The light was on down there with a large shadow moving to and fro.

You were going to be sick. What were you about to find? “Momma ain’t raise no bitch,” you muttered, clutching your phone to your chest. It was a small weapon, but it’d do.

You took the first step and then another, curiosity making your steps quicker. Like ripping off the band-aid, you just needed to see. Needed to know. If you were harboring a freak or a psycho killer this whole time, you were going to be sick. Not knowing was killing you.

With each step gained, more and more of the basement was revealed. You stepped low enough to peer under the ceiling and gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

A man-like figure stood with its paw on the cement wall, other hand thrusting furiously on its…dick. Its throbbing, dripping dick. The keening whines you heard were the excited moans of the figure, stroking its dick.

The figure was hairy all over, clearly naked, with pale skin poking beneath gray patches. The arms had muscle stacked on muscle and it had to be at least seven feet tall. Just barely missing the top of the ceiling. It stood on haunched legs, claws extended and scraped the cement flooring.

The snout was slightly elongated but somehow human with protruding canines poking from thin lips. “Fuuuuuck,” the beast growled.

You gasped, growing more aroused by the second. This was sick. This was hot. You watched as it bent its head towards a pillow with a long shirt draped over. It stepped closer to the pillow, chains rattling around its hind legs. You glanced at the long shirt. It kind of looked like…

Was that your shirt? Was the beast jerking itself off to your shirt? How long had this creature been here? Where did it come from? And where the hell was Reacher?

The beast tipped its head back, fingering the tip of its dick. Gathered up beads of pre-cum and then stroked itself again. Your name pushed from its lips sounding suspiciously like …

“Reacher?” You asked.

The beast turned its head completely to you. It was hard to tell but…those eyes. He couldn’t change those eyes.

He called your name, spreading his arms and looking like a deer in headlights. Maybe you should’ve kept your mouth shut. You wanted to see him cum.

“Leave!” He growled, his voice impossibly deep and animalistic. He stepped forward but the chains prevented him from getting too close to the stairs. You looked him over. You didn’t know how to deal with this.

Should you run? Should you call for help? Should you help him finish? You stepped down the rest of the stairs and Reacher held out his hand, urging you to stop. You did, one step from the ground.

Reacher paced, sniffing the air and whining. “Go away before I hurt you,” he said, his eyes glowing with fury. You heard the warning bells in your head but you were too full of lust to pay attention. This was an impossible dream come true. An entire fantasy brought to life. How many monster fucker books did you have on your brand new bookshelf thanks to Reacher?

“You won’t hurt me,” you said.

You had a million questions. How? How did he become this? How long had monsters been walking the planet and no one knew? No one had pictures. No one had proof. How?

Reacher pawed at his ear as if he were ready to burst from his skin. He continued to sniff the air, whines escaping from him as if he couldn’t help it. He was still fully erect, thick bead of pre-cum leaking down his tip and dropping to the floor. His dick was twice its normal size and stuffed. Your pussy clenched looking at it.

“Go away,” he growled. He was clearly a true mix of man and beast. It should scare you. It should be the last thing you entertained. But your eyes kept dropping to his dick.

“Reacher…”

“GET OUT!” He yelled, pulling at the chains against his legs. The hook pulled from the wall and if he weren’t careful, he would break it altogether.

A tiny bit of self preservation told you to leave. To turn and close the door and leave him to…whatever the fuck was going on. You stepped backwards as he continued to whine and pull at the chains hooked into the wall.

The one holding his left foot down escaped from the wall entirely. He stopped whining and looked down at it. He slowly raised his furry face and tilted his head at you. His eyes narrowed and then he sniffed the air, getting closer to the ground until he was on all fours.

You backed away, keeping your eye on him. This was too new. You didn’t know what to do here. Should you run? Would he just catch you? You backed up the stairs and Reacher’s eyes followed you until he couldn’t any more.

You turned and ran just as the other chain came loose and then his booming steps were following close behind you. You swore you already felt hot breath on your neck as you exited the basement and ran towards the front door.

Reacher snarled, hot on your heels. Teeth snapping, howls splitting the air. You didn’t have the presence of mind to scream. Or yell for help. You passed by the living room just as Reacher’s massive body pushed you to the ground.

You fell forward with a thud and grunted, knees smarting from hitting the hard flooring. Reacher sniffed your hair and your body, excitable whines leaving him. Or were those moans?

He licked your cheek, long tongue lolling out of his mouth. He sniffed you more, hands searching your body but you didn’t know for what.

“What do you need?” You asked. You tried looking behind you. The room was pretty dark but enough light from the porch shone through your windows and illuminated parts of his face and body. His body hair was soft, snuggly, and you kept yourself still as he continued to paw at you. What was he looking for?

“You. You. You. You.” Reacher was out of his mind. He couldn’t stop chanting that word as he pawed and ripped at your clothes. He stopped and growled low in your ear. A moan escaped you anyway.

Fuck, you were turned on. Turned on to the max. Your panties were soaked with your essence as Reacher sniffed your neck, your back, and trailed down to your joggers. He growled as he caught your scent and then leaned down harder on you.

“Trying. To. Fight. Must. Go.”

“Why? What do you need? What do you need from me?” You asked.

“Can’t. Control.” He growled, grinding his pelvis against your legs and onto the floor.

“Sex? You need sex?” You asked. This was what he had been hiding from you? Did he not trust you with this?

“Don’t. Want. Hurt. You.” He grinded his hips again, a low, deep whine escaping him.

“You won’t hurt me. It’s okay,” you said. Hell, if it was sex he needed then you were more than game. You slid sideways and he growled, pressing his claw against your back to hold you down.

“It’s okay,” you said. You slowly flipped over, letting him know that you weren’t trying to escape. Once on your back, Reacher sniffed and pawed at you once more.

“Leave.” His eyes were full of anguish and despair. But he drooled and licked his chops. His teeth were large, sharp enough to cut through glass you bet.

Your hands moved to your joggers, peeling it off of your sweat-slick body. Your body thrummed with anticipation and adrenaline, the earlier chase only turning you on more. You kept your eyes on his as you shimmied out of your panties and pants.

He sniffed at your tummy, moving lower to your pussy. He groaned, a distinctly human sound, as he ground his hips into the floor. “Smell me. I want you. I want this. You won’t hurt me,” you said.

You lifted the hem of your shirt and took that off as well. Cold air hit your nipples but with the overbearing heat radiating off of him, it was manageable. Reacher sniffed at your exposed skin, licking your nipples. You moaned and arched your back. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that felt amazing.

His long tongue captured your entire titty in one lick, leaving a neat trail of saliva on your skin. You shivered as he did it over and over, licking around your nipples. He went back and forth, alternating between them both. His nails clicked on the hardened floor as he braced himself, climbing up your body. He licked your neck and whined, adding in a moan that made your pussy flutter.

As if he heard it or possibly smelled the fresh slick between your thighs, he leaned back on his knees and then spread your legs. “Oh fuck,” you moaned. He was so..unhinged. He operated on instinct, spreading your legs as far as it would go.

“Sure?” Reacher asked. “Don’t. Hurt.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure,” you moaned.

Reacher reached down and used that wonderful tongue to lap at your aching pussy. You moaned and tried to close your legs to the onslaught of pleasure. Hell, you didn’t think you could go back to getting eaten out the regular way.

His tongue was beautiful and nasty as he latched onto your clit. His sharp canines grazed your pussy lips but never punctured skin. You writhed on the ground, pulling at his hair. He growled and increased his licking and sucking.

You were falling head first into a powerful, sinful orgasm that robbed you of sight and breath. Your hearing went out of one ear as you convulsed on his mouth, shivering and twitching.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” You cried. One orgasm led to another, making your entire body buck off of the ground. Reacher held you down with his paws, made you take his tongue between your thighs. He pushed his tongue into your dripping hole and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that,” you moaned, yanking at his hair. If it hurt him, you didn’t hear. You dug your nails into his scalp as he pulled another orgasm from you. Your thighs shook, the heels of your feet digging into the hardwood flooring.

Reacher lifted his head finally, licking his lips. Your essence dripped from his mouth and you licked your lips. Your hearing slowly returned as he grabbed your hips and flipped you over.

“Floor too hard,” you moaned. Fuck. He was about to take you doggy style. You couldn’t help arching your back and wiggling your ass. Reacher growled and then jumped to his feet with inhuman speed. As if he had extra muscles in this form that allowed him to move more smoothly.

He picked you up and then placed you onto the powder blue rug in your living room. Much better. He dropped to his knees and roughly grabbed your hips. He pulled until your back was arched once more, ass high in the air.

His claws dug into your ass cheeks as his dick poked and prodded at your entrance. You were dripping with slick, pussy clenching and unclenching at the back to back orgasms. But fuck, you wanted more. “Take what you need,” you moaned. “You won’t hurt me.” Even if he was rough, you’d accept it.

Reacher pushed in, met resistance, and kept going. You cried out, fingers clawing at the carpet. The stretch burned. He was far bigger than his normal size and you struggled to take him then. It took a lot of prep time to have sex with Reacher. It was beyond needed now. But you didn’t have time.

You were driven out of your mind with lust. The darkened room, the grunts and moans coming from his raspy throat, and your moans created a sweet symphony. You were drunk on it. Intoxicated by it. You tried to wiggle and push down on his dick.

Reacher howled as he sank further and deeper inside you, pushing beyond your limits. Stretching you out completely. You were completely stuffed and he still had more to go. “I can take you, baby. Keep going,” you gasped and moaned.

You shut your eyes to the sheer pleasure coursing through your body. His dick hit a deep spot inside you and you collapsed onto the floor as the orgasm tore through your body. You felt like you were split in half on his thrusting, throbbing dick.

“So good. So good. Needed.” Reacher moaned in between howls.

“Oh fuck. I can’t, I can’t,” you moaned. You drooled onto the carpet, body limp and weak. Reacher gripped your hips tighter, holding you, impaling you on his dick. He thrust a handful more times before he finally unloaded, stuffing you to the brim with his cum.

You were filled up like a pastry. He thrust harder, pushing it deeper inside of you. It was so much cum, it dripped out of you despite his dick keeping it inside like a plug. His cum leaked down the sides of your pussy lips, around your clit, and dropped onto the floor.

“One more,” Reacher said, sounding more like himself than before.

“I can’t, baby,” you whispered, voice completely gone from all the screaming and moaning you were doing.

“One more,” he said again. He pulled all the way out of you and then thrust back in. He did that over and over, wet smacks filling the air. Your pussy ached and throbbed but you continued to accept him into your body. You made room for him. Made room for his still hardened dick spearing you.

He whined, claws still digging into your hips. You were going to have bruises like a motherfucker in the morning. But it was so worth it. You clenched around his dick and Reacher moaned, faltering with his steady rhythm and sliding in much deeper than before. His tip kissed your G-spot and you came instantly, flooding his dick with your essence.

You screamed out, cries echoing and bouncing around the darkened room. Reacher finally pulled out and your pussy squelched.

You moaned and shivered as more of his cum leaked out of you. You gently fell to the side as Reacher cuddled up next to you on the floor. You petted his thick fur, mind blissfully quiet and empty.

You were nearly asleep when the doorbell rang. Reacher growled, clutching you to him. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you said.

You petted him until he calmed back down, settling down with a contented sigh. You grabbed the nearest throw blanket and wrapped it around yourself. “Who is it?” You called out.

“Police, ma’am,” a deep voice said.

You looked out of the peephole to see two officers in uniform standing outside your door. You threw a nervous glance towards Reacher who was still fast asleep. You cracked open the door and peeked out.

“Yes?” You asked.

“We got a few calls about strange noises coming from this address,” one of the police officers said.

“Sorry. Me and my boyfriend were going a little crazy with the whole Halloween theme,” you said.

The officer looked towards his partner and then glanced back at you. “Are you safe, ma’am?” He asked quietly.

You smiled and nodded your head. “I assure you, we’re good. More than good,” you said with a sleepy giggle. It was a miracle you were still on your feet. The officer gave you one last look and then tried to look behind you. But the door was only open a crack and there was nothing for him to see.

“If you need help, here’s my card,” he said. He handed you a card and you waved. You slammed the door in his face and locked it behind you.

You leaned against it with a bone weary sigh and rejoined your werewolf boyfriend on the floor. You were going to regret sleeping on the floor in the morning but for now, you couldn’t give a single damn.

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bambi-slxt · 6 months ago

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🤍𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 1.2k

genre/tropes: second chance, romance, lovers to strangers to...?

warnings: smut, gaslighting, dumbification, slight degredation if you squint, nothing super hardcore.

pt two pt three

notes from bambi: this story starts off with chris and fmc as children - the smut does not happen here. obviously. enjoy!

I should have known the love of my life wouldn’t be someone who smacked me on the head with a meter stick, but I was thirteen and Christopher Sturniolo was cute. What was I supposed to do?

With science class almost over, students lined up at the door and ready to leave, Chris decided to enact his genius plan. He didn’t hit me hard, just enough to get my attention, and it worked–I turned to face him, shocked and a little curious. Above my head, the wooden stick, behind me in line, Christopher Sturniolo, though I wouldn’t learn his name until the next day.

I reached for the nefarious weapon and he tilted it upward, just out of reach. A game. I liked games. I batted the air as a grin spread across his lips, still keeping his makeshift flirtation device out of my hands. A laugh escaped me and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

I thought about that interaction for the rest of the day–what did it all mean? The minds of the male species is almost incalculable in regards to flirtation, especially in middle school. But god, he managed to be the cutest kid around with that curly brown hair, with his uneven teeth that added such charm to his smile, his playful nature, and oh, his confidence–I practically ran to science the next day.

“‘M Chris,” he said, sitting behind me at the next table over.

“You hit me yesterday,” I replied with a faux pout.

“Had to get your attention somehow.” He hung one arm over the back of his chair and looked up at me through devastatingly long lashes. “Did I hurt ya?”

I sniffed. “No. Could have said my name like a civilized creature.”

“What is your name?” Chris asked smoothly–I walked into that one.

I told him and he tasted it on his tongue for a moment. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured and reached out to shake my hand.

I pulled my ruler out of my pencil bag and handed it to him instead. “For the next time you need my attention.” His jaw dropped and his eyes got that sparkle again. Turning back around, I felt my stomach drop into a flurry of butterflies. By the end of class, I had his number, and before the week was out, I began to sit with him, his brothers, and his friends at lunch.

Our relationship progressed quickly, as most in middle school tend to, and he asked me to be his girlfriend three weeks later.

I remember sneaking my phone into bed with me so we could call at night. He used to make me laugh so hard I thought for sure I’d wake my parents up. I remember going to the library with him so I could read and he could get out of class and nap on the beanbags (or give me my first kiss behind a bookshelf and a dandelion he found outside). I remember helping him in science when the formulas didn’t make sense or when he got tripped up on food webs. I remember cheering for him at Friday pep rallies when he would run out into the gym with his team, and later that night while I wore his jersey number at his game. I remember all of it.

We stayed together for three years, Chris and I. His brothers and I hung out all the time. I became a regular at the Sturniolo house, dog-sitting Trevor on the off-chance that no one was home, spending weekends at the beach house, learning how to play Mario Kart from Justin, helping Mary Lou make dinner, Jimmy even taught me how to swing a golf club (or rather, he did his absolute best and demonstrated the patience of a saint–I didn’t learn shit, golf is hard).

I got my driver’s license a month and three days before Matt, which meant that for a month and two days, I held the illustrious title of Triplets + Nate’s chauffeur. An utterly thankless job, if you had asked me at the time, though now I would give anything to drive the boys around again. Chris broke up with me the day before Matt’s drivers test. I never found out if he did it then on purpose or not.

It took me a while to feel upset about it, if I’m being honest. We felt that we wanted different things in life, and that was all there was to it. I hugged him before I left class and he hugged me right back before we split down the hallway. The rest of that school year I was plagued from all sides about our relationship–”Why did you and Chris break up?”, “Did he cheat? Did you cheat?”, “What did he do to you?”, and the worst, “I bet you wanted one of his brothers instead.” Chris took a lot of heat for it as well and as a result, we stayed apart for a long time.

We didn’t speak again until the summer before senior year. My life changed twelve times over between our last hug and the night he called me again. I’d had birthdays (my 18th was quite the event, my friends and I made friendship bracelets and stayed up until 2am), wonderful opportunities (substantial scholarships to our local college, all in my degree), terrible losses (I spent a week in a hospital for a rather severe injury), and had all but moved on. I felt like he made a mistake of some kind by dialing my cell–surely an accident on his part.

I sat in my room with a towel on my head and a bag of snacks in my lap. “No one told you life was gonna be this wayyy…” I hummed, crunching on a pretzel. “Oh my god, moisturizer.” I shoved the bag aside and reached for my bottle of lotion–I should have done this an hour ago. Spreading the sweet-smelling cream over my leg, I didn’t hear the buzz of my phone the first time. I didn’t even hear it the second time. It wasn’t until Joey Tribbiani plopped himself onto the couch in Central Perk on the TV and I opened the bottle cap over my shoulder that the vibrating device touched my skin and I must have cleared three feet of air between myself and the mattress. Lotion went flying, my remote fell into the abyss, my hair tumbled out of its now-disheveled towel, and I sat panting, poised to strike, staring at the screen.

Incoming call from: Christopher Sturniolo

Why? What does he want? I didn’t move as his name scrolled slowly across the top of my phone. If I let it go to voicemail, maybe he wouldn’t call back, and it would just be an accident. My phone ceased its’ buzzing and I picked it up with shaking hands, pausing my TV. Another vibration–a voicemail. Tapping on the notification, I held it up to my ear and Chris’s voice flowed over me.

“Hey…I’m sorry to call like this, I know it’s late but, um…can we talk?” He paused, his breath crackling through time and space and the 3.7 miles that lay between our houses. “I didn’t know who else to call. You don’t have to respond, if you don’t want to. Yeah. Bye.”

I set my phone on my thigh.

Don’t do it.

I stared blankly at the wall.

You don’t need this right now.

I looked down, clicked the telephone icon, raised the phone to my ear, and clutched my fist into the blanket.

Son of a bitch.

It rang all of twice.

Click.

“...Hi.”

My breath shook. “Hey, Chris.”

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itstimetojellyfish · 5 months ago

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The feel of paper ( and affection) Welt Yang x reader.

fluff time

You missed the feel of your lovers hands on your body , gently tracing your the bare skin of your flesh through the gap between the hem of your ash gray shirt .

Lately , he’s been off the Astral express and around the Luofu , something to do with the Mara-struck , Dan Heng , and a lord ravenger .

You sighed as you remembered how depressed the boy looked when he had to reveal his past and saw everyone stare at him .

However , when he came back , you didn’t judge him and instead smothered him in affection and hot cocoa because that’s your job as his practical mother figure .

When Caelus came back and looked just as depressed as Dan Heng did , you knew it was going to be a long day because usually Welt took on a lot of parental responsibility when it came to the children.

You mentally prepared yourself to smother your beloved in affection when he comes back from the exhausting mission he had .

Coffee? Check.

The softest and fluffiest blankets you could get? Check.

Books ? Check .

Hot Cocoa in case he doesn’t want coffee? Check.

You were officially prepared to give him the comfiest snuggle pile of his lifetime , and you dint care whether he was sweaty or dirty, the man deserves it.

When Welt came back from the whole ordeal , and explained what happened to Himeko and you , you took his arm and gently pushed him into his room and pulled out some of his favorite books .

He took coffee while you had a conversation so sleeping was not an option , you ended up in deciding to have him read in order to lay back and relax.

You went over to his private bookshelf and pulled out a few historical books , taking note of where you took them from in order to put them back , you didn’t want to frustrate your overworked lover after all.

You walked over to the neutral colored bed and placed down the books at the edge before picking one up , diving into the covers , and holding one out to him .

To him , you looked like a small puppy begging for some attention and trying to take care of him at the same time .

Your lover smiled before taking the book , opening the cover and flipping over to where the beautiful white rose was pressed in .

You snuggled up to him before resting your head against his arm and holding one of his thighs captive in between yours .

Soon the arm became his chest because he shifted a bit and placed an arm around your body .

You two had a routine of reading a book together before bed because you both had insomnia, it helped you guys sleep when you read , and since you two had someone to share the time with , it made you much more drowsy.

But unfortunately, the poor man had consumed a heck ton of coffee , it was his comfort drink , and you had to reap the consequences and stay up with him and keep him company .

He started reading out loud for you since you couldn’t really read in your mind unless you would fall asleep in less than 5 seconds , also his voice was honestly very soothing so you loved it .

The book cover was old and worn , anyone would’ve thrown it away , but not welt , apparently, it was from a cherished friend , so he kept it , and many other old books .

It was a hobby of his to collect antique books and store them away into his room for you to read , it was honestly endearing to you . Time to time , he’d let you read them when he wasn’t there with you .

He knows that you love antique items too , so when you mention a book that you’d like or some sort of vase or jewel , he’ll do anything within his power to get you the item you desire .

There was this one time you wanted an ancient vase , for you recognized it from your childhood , it was high in sentimental value to you .

It was your mothers vase , the one she said was a family heirloom before the house burned down , you though it was lost forces until you saw it .

When it was auctioned off , you cried your heart out and Welt comforted you half the time and then left with Himeko and the rest of the Astral express attempting to raise your spirits .

Welt was gone for literally only 8 hours before returning with a carefully packaged parcel , cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap .

He gave you the vase before kissing your forehead and telling you to open it , you opened it and lo and behold , the vase you cherished was in there .

You tackled him and smothered him in kisses until he gently pushed you aside in order to breathe .

You giggled and laughed when he did and to this day you still thank him continuously, the vase shinning like the sun on his desk in your shared room whenever light hit it.

You look over to the side and smile softly before returning you attention to your lover , the smell of old paper and wood filling your lungs .

You snuggled into his embrace deeper as you felt the soft material of his scarf against the skin of your face .

You then realized .

The male hasn’t even taken a shower.

You facepalm yourself before tugging on his arm sleeve , silently asking for attention .

He turns his head towards you , grabs the pale white rose and presses it into the book before tilting his head and asking “ What’s wrong dear?”

“ You haven’t taken a shower.” You dead panned before gently pushing him out of bed in order not to sully the covers and sheets anymore with the sweat of your lover .

Now don’t get it wrong , you love him , but basic hygiene is needed even though he may have fought a person that was literally 100 x bigger than him .

He stares at you before chuckling and moving to the closet to get a pair of pajamas and then goes outside to the public bathroom so he can take a shower.

You wait patiently for 20 minutes before he returns and you greeted with the sight of the Welt Yang , whose usually has a neutral color palette, in bright yellow pajamas with a robot in the front of his shirt .

You stifle a laugh that tries to come up your throat before patting your side , he complies with your silent request and burrows underneath the covers to join you .

Soon enough you chest to chest , legs tangled , and your dozing away while he plays with your hair gently as to not to disturb your peaceful slumber .

It’s been awhile since he’s seen you ever manage to sleep without tossing and turning , but now , you’re as still as water .

He nuzzles the top of your head for a bit before saying ,

“Sweet dreams , my love”

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itmeansiris · 2 months ago

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Getting to Know the Neighbors Gen 1 pt.55

The day before Zohrehs birthday Mercury and family head down the street to meet for lunch with Kiersten and her family. When they arrive they knock and a gruff voice calls out from inside

???: It's open.

In the distance they can hear a softer voice respond, Kiersten.

Kiersten: Did you even check who it was?

Kiersten opens the door and lets them in

Kiersten: Mercury! Kason! I'm so glad you guys made it. Rufus these are the neighbors who own the gorgeous blue house near the towns center. I told you they came by yesterday to say hello while you and the boys were out.

Rufus was in the middle of a flash card lesson with his youngest son. He cuts the lesson short, kissed the small red headed boy and stood to greet them.

Rufus: Good to meet you. Rufus, I see you've meet my beautiful wife. This handsome guy is Malachi and our oldest son Tucker is around here somewhere.

Kason steps forward to introduce his own family.

Kason: Rufus, nice to meet you. Kiersten it's nice to see you again. I’m Kason, this is my wife Mercury and our triplets Venus, Ishtar and Aphrodite and our youngest Zohreh.

Rufus: Well lets not stand in the doorway come in please.

As soon as everyones inside, the oldest boy Tucker comes down whining loudly to his parents.

Tucker: Mooooommm you said dad would help me with my creative writing paper. I actually have to attend school tomorrow if you forgot.

Tucker plops down at the kitchen table.

Rufus: We have company buddy.

Tucker looks around noticing there are other people in the room.

Tucker: Um...sorry. Hi, I'm Tucker.

He politely introduces himself.

M: It's very nice to meet you Tucker. If you don't mind me asking what is your creative writing story about?

Tucker smiles and animated launches into an explanation of the world he'd created and the characters and creatures that inhabited the land.

Tucker: I want the main character to become a werewolf but I've never written about werewolves. Which is where my dad came in. He loves the supernatural, but he hasn't had much time since the move.

M smiled and sat down across from him.

M: Well I just happen to know a little something about writing werewolves. Would you mind if I helped out?

Rufus and Kiersten looked at each other surprised.

Kiersten: Thank you so much, but we couldn't ask you for that. We invited you over for lunch and to hopefully make friends-

Rufus: Yeah, not put you to work.

Kason laughed, seeing Rufus and Kiersten finish each other sentences made him like them more. They reminded him of himself and Mercury. It was easy to see they had a close family dynamic and a healthy relationship.

Kason: One thing you'll learn about M, writing is never work for her. She's a pretty amazing author herself.

Kiersten stops in her tracks as realization dawns on her. She walks over to the bookshelf and pulls out a familiar book.

Kiersten: I knew she looked familiar. She wrote "Journals of a Werewolf".

Rufus takes a closer look at the photo on the back of the book.

Rufus: Well what do you know, that is you. I admit I'm a little ashamed now, I've read that series at least a dozen times. Can't believe I didn't recognize you.

M laughs and reassures them.

M: Please it's better that way. But it's nice to know you enjoyed the series. Thank you

Tucker: Sooo, can she help me?

Kiersten hesitates still

Kiersten: We really couldn't ask you to do that.

M: It's not a problem. Please I'd like to help.

Rufus: Kier she says its okay. Besides who better to help him than the werewolf master herself. Thank you Mercury. Come one Kason we can head out back. Falls taking its time and I just got a new grill I'd like to give a go before the season gets too cold. We'll take the little ones we have a swing and space for them to play.

Kason and Rufus around up the toddlers leaving Mercury to help Tucker with his story.

After about an hour Tucker and Kiersten join the others in the yard.

Kason: Where's Mercury?

Kiersten: She went down the street to change. I thought she was dressed a little warm for the weather.

M returns 10 short minutes later and everyone is already gathered outside.

Rufus: You're just in time. Your husband was just impressing us with his culinary talents and finished up what looks like an excellent set of Chimis.

During their meal Kason and M ask the Walter’s what brought them to Brindelton Bay. Rufus explained how he'd been promoted from his position as Constructor of Computers in Chestnut Ridge.

Rufus: The office out there is still small and well they aren't all tech savvy. So the only way to really get the promotion was to move my family to San Myshuno or the Brindelton Bay office. My choice was a clear one.

Kason: It will be nice to see a friendly face in the office.

Rufus smiled, the comment meant to instill a sense of friendship but Kason knew it had another meaning, but that was an issue for another time.

As the evening draws to an end M extends a invitation to Kiersten.

M: Tomorrow and the day after we’re having birthday parties for the triplets and Zohreh. You guys should all come by.

Kiersten pulls M into a hug

Kiersten: We would love to, and thank you for today.

M hugs her back. When she pulls away Kiersten wiped tears from her eyes.

M: For what? We were guest in your home we should be thanking you.

Kiersten: You and your family have made us feel so welcomed already. We've hardly seen any of the neighbors sense we've been here. The last town we lived in was so lively, and warm. The people were like family. We've been here for almost a week and your family is the first and only to come over and even introduce themselves.

M: The neighborhood is fairly quite. More dog owners than families with kids, living so close to the clinic and dog park. Don't worry it was the same when Kason and I first moved here. We can go by the cafe or the towns national park sometime.

M: And if we don't find any nice people don't worry, you and I are going to be good friends.

Kiersten giggles and wipes the last of the tears from her eyes,

M: It'll be nice to have a friend close to home.

Kiersten sighs

Kiersten: It'll be good to have a friend. I'm so excited for tomorrow.

Kason arounds up the kids as M finishes her goodbyes. Before they leave Tucker runs out and hugs M tightly

Tucker: Thank you so much Mrs.Gratz! Could you come over again and help me with more of my stories please?!

M: I told you it's okay to call me Mercury, and I would love to help you with your stories in exchange you and your family have to come over to our house tomorrow for Zohreh's birthday. What do you say?

Tucker: I get to come to your house?! Mom we can go right?

Kiersten: Of course

She mouths thank you to M again with a fresh batch of tears in her eyes.

M: Then i’ll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you for lunch. Have a goodnight.

*Journals of a werewolf” is the book that got M her 4th celebrity star. It was a best-seller and she won a star- accolade award. It’s the book most sims are likely to have read. She wrote 2 squeal’s.

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totheseok · 5 months ago

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uh oh?

synopsis: what happens when the daughter of the CEO of a major film company and the son of the president of a successful food company move in next door?

episode 2: cats holding banners

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word count: 924

(italic writing is yn's thoughts)

Taboba had been y/n's absolute favourite boba shop in Seoul, she first discovered it while she was studying abroad. Upon returning home she found out there was ONE outlet in Seoul, which was conveniently just a 10 minute drive from her parents house. But, they were closing down and she was moving to a different part of Seoul, half an hour away from the shop.

Growing up as the daughter of a big-shot movie producer, she was privileged enough to live in one of the expensive neighbourhoods of Seoul, in a big house over-looking the Han river. And though it was true that she was to eventually take over the company her parents wanted her to pave her own way and make her own name in the industry. Granted her heritage would certainly give her a boost in popularity.

She decided one of the first steps to make her own way would be to move into her own space and live by herself. So with the help of friends and family she chose a penthouse apartment for herself in Gangam and bought it (cus wth is rent when ur rich). But thats all irrelevant right now because she's not moving there for another week. Right now what's important is that she just parked her car outside the new boba shop that opened near her new apartment.

Bobobble.

It's a cute name even she cant deny that. She hopes with every atom of her body that the boba is good too. It was also owned by SeoulFoods, a company that sponsored most of SilverWoods' shows and movies, and also catered for their events.

The issue isn't bad boba, the issue is being as good as or topping taboba boba.

Stepping inside, the cafe looked like any other, it was simple, with mood lighting, wooden floors and comfy looking leather seats. But there was one recurring theme. Cats. It wasn't a cat cafe, yet, cute pictures of cats doing stupid things were hung up on the walls, the bookshelf was shaped like a cat, the little plant pots on the table were cats that looked like they had leaves growing out of their heads. Overall, a-lot of cats.

Y/N made her way to the counter and luckily didn't have to wait too long considering it was 11 AM and everyone was either at work or at school, no long lines. She greeted the barista and placed her order, payed for her drink and then chose a table by the window. Good for working and people watching.

Y/n's first mistake today was forgetting her laptop charger at home, but she was already on the highway when she realised and couldn't turn back even if she wanted. Now the question was if her laptop was already charged or if she would open it and it would die in the middle of her editing a scene.

79%. Not bad, good enough to edit at least one scene. She started opening the softwares she needed to work and got started.

Soon enough her drink arrived, paired with a slice of cheesecake. Wait... Cheesecake? YN hadn't ordered any. Her original plan had been to have her drink and order a sandwich if she got hungry a while into working.

Maybe I should ask the server. Luckily for her he was walking by after serving another order.

"Um, excuse me?" She called out.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Uh, I only ordered a drink, i was served cheesecake as well are you sure it isn't someone else's?"

"Ah, yes, it's on the house, our manager said there's a newcomer gift for today, and since it's your first time visiting Bobobble, you qualify for it!"

"Ohh, I see, well um thank you so much!"

"No, problem ma'am, enjoy your meal!"

Newcomer gifts huh? Lets hope this boba is also good because so far I'm liking this place.

YN reached for her cup of bubble tea and immediately noticed logo. A cat holding a banner that said bobobble. Omg cute pls be good i want to come back here.

Bringing the straw to her lips, she took and sip and...

"Holy shit" She whispered to herself.

Looks like bobobble just gained a new and very loyal customer.

In the break room, a barista sat with their phone in front of them, voice recording app open.

"Dear diary, today the owners son Taesan came to overlook the store. He's a chill guy around my age but he's generally pretty quiet. Anyways, around 11 AM a girl walked in with her laptop bag and stuff, she ordered her drink and sat down then started working on whatever it was that she was working on, she was pretty nice but thats not the point

"the issue here is that when i was going to serve her drink, Taesan told me to take some cheesecake for her and tell her it was on the house as a welcome gift for her first time here. I didnt know we were doing one of those so it was news to me but i didn't question it.

"HOWEVER, later another girl came in and i had never seen her before so as i was taking a slice of free cheesecake out for her Taesan stopped me and said he changed his mind? so no more free cheesecake for new people? idk man. my guess is that he thought the other girl was cute. ig we'll just have to wait and see, anyways my break is ending so ill finish this at night when im home"

a/n: pls tell me yall got the chenle reference w the "whats rent when ur rich"

and special thank you to @taesancore for reading it for me before i posted to help me figure stuff out.

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lpsotd · 7 months ago

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fun fact i have a fake comic cat. my childhood best friend and i were huge collectors, though she was more into it than i was (richer family + generally more passionate abt it). i was obsessed with the comic cat (a youtuber i really loved had one and i thought it was the coolest lps to ever exist) but i'd thought it was rlly expensive n my parents refused to get me one so i was super sad abt my severe lack of comic cat

then comes my ninth birthday (i think it was my ninth?? time is weird for me sorry </3) n my best friend tells me she has a really special gift for me. i get excited bc she's always been a REALLY good gift-giver n i'm nine and like getting stuff. idk what i was expecting tbh, but it was NOT a whole-ass comic cat. i remember cradling it in my hands so gently like a wounded baby bird and almost crying bc i loved it so much. she didn't even wrap it, just pulled it out of her bag and handed it to me. when i asked her how much it cost n how long it took to save up for it she just looked at me a little weird and said "it was like twenty dollars on ebay". i was STUNNED bc again. i could've sworn it was super fucking expensive

later on i kinda caught on that it wasn't authentic bc of certain aspects of it (colours being slightly off, head not being as loose as i'd seen real ones' be, not made of the same material as other lps from that time), but honestly?? i genuinely could not care less. i named her justice and she's moved houses with me four times and is standing proud and happy with the rest of my most precious collection on my bookshelf. that friend and i don't talk anymore (nothing happened we just lost contact) but i have a lot of reminders of her presence in my life n justice is one of them

here's a pic of my lovely justice bc sorry i wanna share her with u <3 i love your blog a lot n i don't really have any other outlets for my lps-related insanity, you don't need to answer this ask if you don't want i just wanted to tell this story and share my dearest superhero kitty

she's not my favourite (that one would be christina the dachshund) but i adore her nonetheless

she's adorable ... thank you for sharing, this was very nice to read :3c

#🍭.asks #i swear i have a tag for stories like this #📖.storytimes #< yeah here it is #good n fresh

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The Flip Side Part 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~8k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: Continuing our incarceration... It gets more interesting after this, imo. Enjoy!

Warnings: getting shot, jail time, death, mention of dead bodies, blood, and angst

The cameras throughout the precinct covered almost every inch allowable in an effort to keep people safe and hold them accountable as well. The holding cells that were located on the bottom floor were really only used to keep those placed under arrest confined before questioning. It was not permanent housing by any means, but given the circumstances that had befallen them today, they figured that another day wouldn’t hurt. The cameras in this area only saw a little inside the cell. Part of one of the cots and a couple of feet back into it were the only areas covered.

The two they’d picked up the day before had been found guilty of drug trafficking and would be taken to the state prison tomorrow. They decided to wait to transport them to figure out what was going to happen to you. If the lab tests they were waiting on proved that you hadn’t touched the gun in years then you’d probably be released. Unless they could find some other incriminating evidence or pull some strings, they couldn’t just keep you here. Not without facing dire consequences.

As expected, you are not able to sleep at all, and you just lie on your back and stare at the disgusting ceiling. You have no idea how that many stains could get up there, but you don’t want to know. You try to think of something other than your impending release back into society, and you eventually land on the usual, your family. You think about Wanda and Little Nat at home with Steve and possibly Pietro. You think about how your wife is most likely stress baking and feeding her brother and friend way too many sweets. You wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up going to the restaurant to cook there for a while. You just hoped that she wasn’t too stressed out. Maybe she would be drinking or taking your Ativan. You could use some of that right now.

You flip through your mental bookshelf to choose which story you would have told Natalya tonight. Sometimes you tried to make up your own stories like Wanda did, but you never did as good of a job. You also didn’t like to share your childhood memories like your wife did. She had happier ones despite the tragedy of losing her parents., and you didn’t want to tell lies. So most of the time you ended up reading your daughter stories about animals with important life lessons that Natalya wouldn’t pick up on until much later. It still made you feel like you were being a good parent despite knowing that you’ve been anything but recently.

You’re not sure why you ever thought you could have a child with the work that you do. It was reckless and quite frankly selfish, but you did it for your wife. You wanted her to be happy. You wanted children with her and given that you knew she wanted them relatively soon after getting married, you’d done your best to make this happen for her. You’d neglected to figure out how work would be manageable with all of the changes that you’d have at home. You wanted your wife to be happy, and your daughter to be safe, but you’d refused to stop working.

It wasn’t because you particularly enjoyed it, but you were afraid of leaving it for good. You made pretty good money, and you were able to be at home for bedtime most nights. That said, you’d put a lot more responsibility on your friends and they did a majority of the heavy lifting in terms of delegation and planning. It wasn’t really fair of you to do for this long. When you’d started this, you’d assumed it would be just until Natalya was old enough to sleep through the night and at that point things would hopefully be a little easier for Wanda to do on her own.

You scowl at the thought of how poorly you’d handled everything in the recent months. You’d been a subpar business woman, a lazy wife and a neglectful mother. You roll onto your side to face the cement wall by your makeshift bed. You huff in annoyance at your own stupidity and look to your bare ring finger. You’d taken them off last minute and given them to Nat to hold on to until you could get them back. You were sure that if the police got a hold of them, you would never see them again. Crossing your arms and curling up under the blanket that smelled of mildew, you considered how you could do better from here on out. You needed to do better.

The sound of someone shifting across the room made you stiffen, but when the movement stopped you breathed a sigh of relief. You looked over your shoulder to confirm that your two cellmates were still sleeping soundly. Good for them.

Nat had actually taken her sister’s advice, and after leaving the bar she’d headed to Bucky’s. Yelena had promised to call if she had any issues, but knowing her sister things would be fine. Her decision to go to Bucky’s was mostly selfish, but she figured that being nearby her friends couldn’t hurt with everything going on. She wanted to make sure that Wanda wasn’t worrying herself sick, or that the police wouldn’t try to find a reason to search your home.

This entire process has been a little different given that they had what they believed to be strong evidence against you. There was no interview, all questions went through Gavin and you barely said anything in your defense. You were banking on the DNA tests to get you out of jail, but a feeling in the pit of her stomach told Nat that this might not be enough. Maybe for regular criminals, but you’ve been wanted for years, and now that you were in jail, at least temporarily, she feared that they would fight tooth and nail to keep you there. She’s certain that at least Bucky and Steve know this. They’d all shared a brief conversation about it after Gavin had shared the news with them.

Despite their better judgement, they’d decided to keep this fact from Wanda for now. She wouldn’t deal well with the uncertainty, and they didn’t want to undermine anything that you’d told her. They were just going to wait until the 48-hour mark and hope for the best. If that wasn’t enough, they’d figure out how to get you out themselves.

Nat and Bucky had only talked about you briefly before going to bed. She was exhausted and could use a good night’s sleep. She was grateful to Yelena for dealing with this deal for her, and she hoped that everything would run smoothly.

The sound of her phone ringing in the dark otherwise silent room wakes her up instantly. She reaches for it on the night stand quickly because she’s sure it’s someone important. She catches sight of the time and nearly groans at the fact that it’s nearly 3 am. She doesn’t notice Bucky shift beside her as she answers the call with bated breath.

“Yelena?”

What greets Nat is something that she can’t make sense of immediately. Maybe it’s her sleep-addled brain messing with her, but she swears that she hears shouting and something banging in the background. Yelena curses under her breath in Russian before she manages to explain what’s happened.

“Things have gone to shit, Natasha. Someone sent a fucking militia after us.”

Nat’s already out of bed when she hears her sister’s pained voice come through in the middle of the second sentence. She figures she’s not far from where the deal took place, and she rushes to get dressed as she speaks as calmly as possible. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees that Bucky is sitting up, but she doesn’t stop to explain anything to him.

“How hurt are you?”

Yelena mutters something under her breath before admitting that she’d been shot when the group had first shown up. Things had gone according to plan even as the deal had started. Everyone involved was either loading the product into vans for transport or they were keeping watch. Money had changed hands and Yelena had been in the middle of recounting when the first shot was fired. It had been the first of many, and once people realized that they were being targeted it was chaos.

She’s still not sure exactly what happened, but people, maybe a dozen dressed in all black combat gear had come out of nowhere and started shooting them. As far as Yelena could tell none of them had been taken down because of their armor and her side had suffered heavy losses. She’d been shot in the leg which hurt more than she’d expected, and she’d bled all over the place.

“I probably won’t bleed out before you get here, but hurry sestra.”

Nat curses the fact that Yelena finds the energy to joke about this, and she grabs her keys as she slips on her shoes. She looks to Bucky who’s already started to get dressed as well, but Nat shakes her head. He should stay here and tell Steve to be on the lookout. This could be a distraction for something larger, and she could handle this alone.

“Okay, stay on the phone, I’m leaving now. Bucky I’ll go alone. Can you tell Steve about this?”

Bucky’s shaking his head as he grabs his gun and then another before throwing on a shirt. He follows Nat out the door despite her protests, but she doesn’t want to waste time arguing with him while her sister is literally bleeding out.

“I can call from the car. I’ll just go to improve the odds of killing these fuckers. Steve can handle anything here.”

One floor up, Steve’s awoken by the sound of his phone’s vibrations reverberating through the guest room. He groans under his breath as he emerges from under the covers to find it. He answers it without meaning to, but when he hears his friend’s voice, he’s suddenly wide awake. He listens to Bucky tell him about what’s happened, and he can clearly hear the revving of an engine as Nat drives them as quickly as possible.

“We’re not sure if it’s related, but we wanted to let you know just in case it is.”

Steve nods to himself before moving to get out of bed and grab his pants. He’ll do a sweep before spending the rest of the night on the couch watching the security camera streams.

“Okay, I’ll check back in after I do a sweep. Let me know how Yelena is.”

After hanging up, Steve finds his guns and makes sure the safety on one of them is off before quietly leaving his room. There are a few lights that were kept on in the main rooms that help guide his search. He’s not expecting to find anything, but he knows better than to not bother looking at all. He passes where Wanda and Natalya are sleeping before arriving to the living room. He doesn’t see anything amiss and he continues his search through the house. He skips over the dogs’ rooms for now figuring that they would make too much noise if he went in there.

Twenty minutes later he’s checked in nearly every room in the house and has found nothing. He stands with his back against a room he’s already checked and takes out his phone. He looks to the security camera feed for the few locations that you have monitored before confirming that there’s nothing amiss. He looks to the roof and finds that there’s a dog out there, and he frowns in confusion. A closer look tells him that it’s two and they’re not alone.

Rogue yawns from where he sits beside his mom out in the chilly early morning air. He doesn’t usually come out here at this time, but when Wanda walked through their room to head to the roof, he woke up and decided to follow her. Boone followed too and for the past half hour, they’d been sitting snuggled up next to their mom on one of the couches.

The sound of a door opening catches all of their attention, but only two of them look. Rogue’s already growling as he spots a tall silhouette, but when Wanda sees who it is, she reaches out to calm her dog down.

“Hush, bud. That’s Steve. He’s our friend, remember?”

Boone actually starts to wag his tail from where he sits on Wanda’s other side, but he’s too comfortable to get up. He and Rogue both watch as Steve comes to stand in front of their mom. Wanda watches as he sets one of his guns down before shooting her a questioning look as he glances around the roof. It’s pretty out here at night with the lights that you’d put up here and those from nearby buildings.

“What are you doing up so late?”

With a sigh and a shrug Wanda gestures for Steve to sit in a nearby chair which he does, but he’s still watching her expectantly. Wanda had barely been able to sleep alone in her big bed without you in it. The idea of you in jail while she was in the comfort of her own home made her feel guilty enough to keep her from sleeping. She’d gone to check on Natalya before deciding to go see her dogs. She’d accidentally woken up the shepherds and they’d been all too willing to follow her outside for some cuddle time.

Wanda had thought that some time outside in the cold weather would make it easier for her to breathe. As she’d tossed and turned tonight, the predominant issue on her mind was where things would go from here. Once you got out of jail, how would things change, or would they at all?

She’s realized in the past week that having you home most of the day was wonderful and it gave her time to get used to it. She would love for you to be around more so you could spend more time doing things as a family. She imagined the two of you taking Natalya to the park or the aquarium, and being able to spend time with you without the pressures of work hanging over your head.

She knew that she’d have trouble with you continuing to work once Natalya was born, but you’d made an effort to decrease your work load which was both appreciated and necessary to take care of Natalya. Her brother helped a lot as well, but given that you and Wanda had made the decision to have children together, it was your responsibility to help her, not her brother’s.

“I’ve just been thinking is all.”

The look on Wanda’s face tells Steve that she has been doing far more than simply thinking. He can’t imagine what she must have on her mind right now, but he’s sure that it’s an overwhelming amount. Between worrying about how long you’d be in jail, and how long you’d be working it was a lot to stress about. He just watches as she continues to question what she really wants for her marriage, for her family. He doesn’t know this immediately, but Wanda enlightens him pretty shortly after.

She feels a little guilty talking about this with someone other than you, but you’re unfortunately not available at the moment. That and Wanda doesn’t think she can keep this to herself without breaking out into tears. She leans back against the couch, scratching both of her dogs with a sigh before looking to Steve with a frown.

“I was thinking about if it’s fair of me to ask Y/n to stop working after this.”

Despite knowing that this was something that both you and Wanda wanted, Steve hadn’t known if you’d had a particular timeline for your retirement. Yours was probably further off than Wanda’s but Steve could understand her desire to get her wife away from work. Especially after this whole ordeal. He tries not to feel uncomfortable about being put in the middle of something like this and decides to just tell the truth.

Wanda’s thinking about how she doesn’t know if it’s fair to demand this from you. She’d started a relationship fully aware of what you did for a living. She’d made the choice to stay with you despite it, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty for wanting you to leave it now that things were less convenient and arguably more dangerous because of your daughter. This thought; however, reminds Wanda that she’d asked you about this before she’d gotten pregnant. She’d asked if you’d be willing to cut back on work once their child was born and you’d said yes. You’d agreed to cut back, but not specifically quit work. She supposed this was a conversation she needed to have with you sooner rather than later.

“I think she wouldn’t be as opposed to it as when she started. It’s gotten harder since then.”

It seemed weird to say that you didn’t like it as much anymore, despite this being the case. The idea that you enjoyed what you did, including hurting, conning, and even killing people was a little concerning. Maybe in the beginning you’d gotten a rush from everything that you got to do, but now it seemed more like a chore. Steve and probably everyone else could tell that you were getting tired. You were starting to want out more and more, and they wanted you to do that if at all possible. They could see leaving themselves, but that would be a different matter altogether.

Wanda’s nodding as Steve thinks of this, and she just sighs heavily before staring up at the lights hanging over her head. It really is pretty out here. You did a good job.

This is what she wants from life. She wants to be able to spend nights with you up here just looking at the stars with your dogs by your side. She wants the two of you to not have a care in the world for just a little bit. Most importantly, Wanda wanted you to be here to see Natalya grow up and become the smart, beautiful troublemaker that you both know she’s going to be.

“Thanks Steve. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

Wanda doesn’t think she did because she’d left bed a while ago, but she still felt the need to say it just in case. When he doesn’t respond immediately, Wanda looks over to see that he seems more on edge than she expected. If anything, he should have been more uncomfortable about her previous question, not this one.

Eventually he sits up a little straighter before shooting the gun he’d abandoned a look. He leans over to pick it up because he just realized he’d left the safety off before putting it back down. He doesn’t fail to notice how the dogs eye the action suspiciously.

“Yelena was hurt earlier. Bucky called to tell me.”

Wanda sits up quickly and she’s not sure what she intends to do but she wonders why Steve hadn’t told her immediately. Although she assumed that the blonde was being taken care of, she wanted to know how she was doing.

“What happened? She’s going to be okay, right?”

Steve is already nodding as he holds his hands up to try and keep Wanda from running off somewhere. He still hadn’t heard back yet, but he realizes that now would as good a time as any to check in with Bucky and see how Yelena’s doing. He says this and Wanda just nods before watching Steve take out his phone and start to text Bucky.

Bucky nearly curses for a third time as Nat drives even faster to get to her sister. He can’t really say that he blames her given that Yelena said that she was about to faint. Sure, he was a little worried about getting whiplash, but he knew he was mostly worried about Yelena, and Nat of course. The redhead was mostly just talking to the blonde to keep her awake. After figuring out where she was and that the shooting had stopped at this point, she and Bucky headed for her location.

Once they closed in Nat continues to drive like she’s trying to break a record. Bucky has a gun in his hand as he looks around for any sign that the enemy was still around. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but when Nat pulled into the lot where a few cars were parked, he was shocked to see the number of bodies scattered around. There were at least four that he could see immediately sprawled out and lying in pools of blood. Nat was quick to stop the car when she realized that there were bodies in the parking lot too. People who were trying to flee it seems. She quickly gets out before looking down to her phone to get Yelena’s precise location.

“Bucky, come on.”

Nat looks around them not seeing anyone who’s still breathing, and she takes off quickly. Bucky is a little slower to check and see if there are any survivors. It only takes a few seconds to realize that most of these people were shot multiple times, and all of them in the head. He recognizes a couple and despite the bile he tastes rising in his throat he hurries to cover for Natasha.

There’s no one left though and after counting 15 bodies, Bucky realizes that the bloodbath was really just that. Everyone was dead, but he saw the vans full of drug cases and the piles of money that had been strewn around in the chaos. What the hell had happened?

“Yelena!”

Nat kneels down beside her sister who winces at the sound of her shouting and throwing the door open. She’d managed to hide in the chaos and had mostly just been resting since she got here. She says something else that Nat doesn’t pay attention to because her focus is on the blonde’s bleeding leg. It’s less now since Yelena wrapped her vest around it, but it still wasn’t great.

“Nat, I got her.”

Nat stops short of picking up her sister when Bucky comes up behind her to do it instead. She wants to argue, but she decides that it would be better for him to get her so she can drive them. She just nods before leading him back outside to the car. She takes a moment to look at the shocking number of people who’d been killed tonight. She wants to know what happened, and she needs to have someone come here to clean up before the cops are called.

Nat’s distracted from her thoughts by her sister’s mumbling, and she slows a little to hear what she’s saying. It might be important information about what happened tonight.

“Do you think I’ll be able to get the blood out of my vest?”

When Bucky gets a text from Steve later, he decides to call the blonde to let him know what happened. Unaware that he was still with Wanda he nearly started shouting and it was clearly heard by both Wanda and the dogs from the other side of the table.

“Bucky, how is she?”

Since arriving at the hospital with Yelena and getting her fixed up, Bucky and Nat had both taken time trying to clean up tonight’s mess. Nat had called teams to clean up and collect the dead while Bucky focused on tracking down any information he could find. They’d found out a frustrating amount from other survivors that had just ‘run for the hills’ when the shooting started. The attackers had been as Yelena described. Dressed in all black and shooting to kill anyone who moved. There was no explanation and nothing was seized. They’d just shot everything up and left empty handed.

“She’ll be okay. Just needs to be off of her feet for a while, but you’ll never fucking guess what happened!”

Steve’s a little surprised by Bucky’s outburst and he’s standing up to step away so Wanda doesn’t hear whatever he has to say. She looks interested in it but he’s not sure if you’d want her to know about what happened. Correction, he knows you wouldn’t want her to know about what’s happened tonight.

“What happened, Buck?”

Steve listens in horror as Bucky gives him all of the grisly details of what happened during a supposedly routine deal. 18 people had been killed with only 4 survivors, including Yelena. The other three had been forthcoming with information which unfortunately wasn’t much about what they saw. They’d shared their thoughts on what they thought happened, but Bucky is pretty sure he already knows.

“Someone sent them to make a point! They didn’t take anything, just killed everyone they could.”

None of this sits well with Steve and he walks closer to the edge of the building with a sigh. He’s afraid of what this means and isn’t sure what to expect next from the unknown person pulling the strings. Given that you were in jail, it would be the perfect time for someone to try and challenge or undermine your authority. It happened all of the time. If a leader was out of the game for even just a little while, sometimes an ambitious employee or a rival would try to steal their business right from under them. This would explain the sudden, violent incident tonight. You had been in jail for less than 24 hours, but there’s no doubt that word had spread to your employees and others as well.

Steve’s wondering what the best approach to something like this is when he hears another voice in the background.

Nat frowns as she reaches out for Bucky’s phone with a questioning look. He just hands it over and Nat takes a deep breath before telling Steve something that he surely doesn’t want to hear. She’s come to the same conclusion as Bucky, and if someone was really trying to overthrow you, things could get even uglier fast.

“Steve. You need to watch Wanda and Natalya like a hawk. Do not leave their side.”

Steve of course makes the mistake of turning to the brunette now only to see that she’s watching him curiously. Things are clearly tense and she has a feeling that something’s going to change when Steve just nods before turning away quickly. He’s not sure how she’s going to like this, but in the end, it was her safety that was at stake. She’d be okay with him sticking around for that reason, right?

“Steve you can’t be serious.”

As she stands in her kitchen later that morning cooking everyone breakfast, Steve breaks the news about last night. Natalya was in Pietro’s lap drinking from her bottle while Steve sits beside them awkwardly drinking his coffee as he waits for Wanda to react to what he’s said. As he’d expected, she’s a little shocked and more than a little annoyed by the idea of being on lockdown. She doesn’t quite understand what the issue is, but she doesn’t need to hide away until you return. She might lose her mind if she does that. Last night had proven that without assistance from medication she wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully.

When Steve just frowns at her, Wanda can’t help but start to stir the eggs angrily. Pietro just decides to mind his own business for now and he sets Nat’s bottle down before beginning to burp her. He adjusts the towel on his shoulder to keep splatter from getting on his shirt, but he’s mostly focused on his sister’s predictable reaction.

“I don’t want to be on lockdown, Steve. Why is this necessary exactly?”

Steve had told her the bare minimum about last night hoping that it would be enough, but he realized this might not be the case. He’d almost forgotten how stubborn Wanda could be when she set her mind to it. She was probably dying to get out of her house. Despite the number of rooms, anywhere she went reminded her of you and your troubles. Torn between telling Wanda what she needed to hear and your desire to keep her as blissfully ignorant as possible, he decided to try and take the middle ground.

“Until Y/n is released its more dangerous for you. Anyone trying to…prove a point might come after you.”

Wanda surprisingly didn’t respond to this. She finishes up breakfast for everyone before taking Natalya from her brother with a smile. She pours more coffee for the duo before considering what Steve says. She’ll never understand the politics associated with your job, but the idea of her being used as a pawn for someone else’s career advancement made her want to punch them in the face.

She didn’t quite understand how this could be accomplished, but she decided to cooperate at least for now. She wasn’t going to do anything crazy, maybe just stop by the restaurant for a bit later, but she’d worry about that when the hankering arose.

“We’ll see.”

Nat has a difficult time getting her sister to stay in the hospital after her pain meds wear off later that morning. She didn’t want to stay here when she could simply sleep in bed somewhere else. At home preferably. She’d been given a lot of pain medication as they cleaned and wrapped her leg. It hurt like a bitch and she was glad that she’d been given a lot of medication to go home. She was slightly less happy when Kate showed up only a little bit after she woke up. She figures that Nat called her, and she has to hold back a glare at her sister’s smug smirk as her fiancée fusses over her.

“You really should stay here for at least the day, Lena.”

Of course, she argues because she wouldn’t be the person they loved if she didn’t, but she’s unsurprisingly more willing to appease Kate. She decides that she’ll stay until 3 and see how she feels. If she can stand up on her own, she’ll get to go home. Nat rolls her eyes at this and Kate looks uncertain, but they supposed it would be best to wait until closer to the deadline to address this.

“Now sestra. What have you found out about last night?”

Nat doesn’t even bother trying to resist telling her sister what happened. It would just start an argument and honestly, she had a right to know. She almost died because she’d been willing to take her sister’s place, and Nat was going to feel guilty about this for a little while.

She responds as well as Nat had assumed she would, and Kate’s a little surprised to hear about the most popular theory. She knew that your arrest could cause some tension, but she hadn’t expected this, and certainly not so soon. You’d been in jail for what, maybe 24 hours at this point? It was barely enough time to organize a random attack, let alone something like this.

It’s this thought that makes things click for Kate. This had all been planned. Stopping Jacobs’s hit and then killing him anyway to frame you. You getting thrown in jail so this could happen. Was someone really trying to kick you to the curb?

“So are you going to tell us why you’re in here?”

You’d been staring at what you determined was your favorite part of the cell when this question comes. You’ve been in here for 2 meals and you would like to leave now. You know it’s too early for answers, but you couldn’t help but hope for a miracle. You’d like to be alone if nothing else, but no one seemed in a rush to help you out with this.

Against your better judgement, you turn to look at Nikki, your more annoying cellmate before shrugging in disinterest. Does she really care or is she just trying to goad you? It’s hard to say and you’re too exhausted from your sleepless night to think too critically about this.

“I was arrested, why do you think?”

Your attitude is not appreciated and you’re looking over to them in anticipation, but they just frown at you. It’s Tanner who speaks up this time and you’re only a little surprised by what she asks. You’d forgotten how quickly news can spread even in jail.

“Does it have to do with that senator’s murder?”

You can’t help but smile at the reminder that he’s dead. Sure, it’s caused you a lot of trouble and you weren’t even the one responsible, but it was nice to have the horribly sexist and greedy man gone. Now if only you could get out of jail.

“That was their excuse at least.”

There’s no response to this and you don’t mind. You’d rather sit in silence anyway. It helps you to dissociate better and your plan is to do this for the rest of the day until you’re able to leave this hellhole. This depressing plan is interrupted by a guard’s surprise appearance. He usually brings meals and comes by every few hours to make sure you haven’t killed each other. Breakfast was only an hour and a half ago, so he’s here for a different reason. You doubt that he just got bored.

He's shooting all three of you suspicious looks, but then his gaze falls on you and he frowns.

“Y/L/N. Your lawyer’s here. He wants to talk to you.”

You’re a little surprised by this, but you don’t hesitate to get up and run a hand through your messy hair. You know that Gavin doesn’t care what you look like, but you’re trying to maintain some shred of your dignity in this dingy place. This thought quickly leaves your mind as you hold out your arms for him to put your handcuffs through the bars. Your frown stays for the walk to the familiar room that you and Gavin had met in last time.

Gavin is already waiting for you and the guard that was keeping him company leaves when you arrive. You sit down across from your friend with a smile despite being a little confused. He smiles back before he tilts his head slightly.

“Can you swallow pills dry?”

This had not been anywhere on your list of possible questions that he was going to ask you. Still, you nod slowly before watching as he takes off his glasses and pulls off one of the temples before dropping something into his hand. He twists it back on before handing them to you and offering an explanation.

“Your meds. Wanda gave them to me. Hurry and take those since we only have someone covering for us for a minute.”

You don’t have to be told twice and you quickly take you pills before offering him a wider smile. You had forgotten to ask about getting these, but hopefully you wouldn’t have to worry too much longer about it. A day or two without them wouldn’t kill you, but it was nice to have something to rely on. You don’t realize why Gavin gave them to you immediately until he sighs and shoots you an uncertain look.

“The reason why I came to visit you today is because of two things. First, they’re going to transfer you to the state prison later today.”

This news immediately sets you on edge and you have a lot of questions, but you weren’t sure which to ask first. You had thought you’d get to stay here at least until the lab results were back. That made the most sense after all, but apparently this was no longer the case. Gavin can see where your mind is going and he decided to offer you as much reassurance as possible. The last thing you wanted to consider is that you’d earned yourself a longer stay for some reason.

Gavin tells you that it’s mostly just a ploy, a publicity stunt to hopefully show that they’re serious about keeping you. It’s the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard of but you weren’t sure if there was anything that could be done about it at this point. You’re scowling by the time Gavin sighs and sits up a little straighter.

“They won’t be able to keep you if the lab test comes back in your favor. We have a failsafe to get you out one way or another.”

You raise your eyebrow at this and try to cross your arms before remembering that you’re in handcuffs. You huff in annoyance.

“What is that exactly?”

Gavin was not sure of how to bring this up to you. You had told him that you’d been home when Jacobs had been killed. They’d covered all of the cameras around the property, but since there were none in your personal rooms, it was hard to prove that you were truly there. You had been seen on camera arriving home the night before with Wanda and Nat and then you hadn’t left again until after Jacobs was killed. This should be a good enough alibi, but you’re not a normal suspect, and the police would do whatever they could to place doubt about your whereabouts.

“We could tell them about the camera in your bedroom.”

Your eyes widen and you’re already shaking your head at the idea of resorting to that. You and Wanda had very rarely recorded time that you spent in bed together. It all started on your third wedding anniversary when Wanda was struggling to figure out a gift for you. She knew that you liked food, spending time with her and your dogs, and your horror movies. Material things were nice, but when you could buy them for yourself easily, it took some of the excitement out of buying you things. You’d actually bought yourself a ridiculously expensive car one year for your birthday and Wanda, despite being a little miffed, had realized that materialistic gifts weren’t the way to your heart.

For this reason, she’d settled on something unconventional and very out of character for her. She’d been talking to you about it a couple months before the anniversary and when you’d just told her that you didn’t need a gift, that you ‘just needed her’ the idea popped into her head unbidden. She’d been a little horrified that she’d even think of such a thing, but after a couple of weeks mulling it over, she’d decided to ask your best friend about it in the least direct way possible to see if you’d be equally horrified.

At the end of the day, on your anniversary, Wanda had given you a professional camcorder and told you to play what was on it. You’d nearly dropped the expensive device when you realized that Wanda had recorded herself in bed. It became a thing that you two did whenever you wanted to surprise the other. More recently, you’d suggested recording the two of you together, and this was infinitely more fun.

“That doesn’t sound like a great idea.”

This is putting it lightly, and you’re prepared to argue your point but luckily Gavin is nodding in agreement. It really wasn’t a great idea. Not only would you have to alter the date on a tape you made, but you would have to show the cops a video of you and your wife in bed. You might actually prefer to stay in jail than do that.

“I know, but like I said it’s the last resort. I don’t anticipate needing to do that. I’ll resort to blackmail first.”

You smile widely at this in approval before voicing it as you lean further against the table. You think this horrible chair might be more comfortable than your cot.

“I appreciate that, Gavin.”

Gavin just smiles in response as he takes a closer look at you. He noticed your black eye immediately, but he didn’t want to draw attention to it without having a good reason to. He figures that when you’re moved to the jail this afternoon, you’ll get a cellmate. Hopefully you’ll get along better, or at least it will only be temporary. You shrug when he says this and tell him that you’ll be able to take care of it. There’s a heavy silence for a few seconds as Gavin contemplates how to tell you the worse news that he’d had to give, but you beat him to it.

“What’s the second thing, Gavin?”

Kate had volunteered to stay with Yelena while Nat tried to make sure everything from yesterday was still under wraps. They had called people in to clean up, but it had been so late that Nat just wanted to ensure that no mistakes were made. She’d left about an hour ago and Yelena had spent most of this time sleeping. Kate was sitting beside her bed on her phone trying to make sure that she’s not needed for work today. She would miss it either way, she just wanted to make sure that she didn’t need to send someone in her place.

She’d been meaning to get with you at some point to tell you about the paperwork she was currently working on for one of the shelters. They were trying to hire another vet and they just needed your approval. Kate had been vetting her and making sure that she was good choice when you got sent to prison.

Kate shifts in her chair uncomfortably as she glances out the door to the hallway as someone passes. She’s getting a little antsy just sitting here, but she’s not going to leave her stubborn fiancée to take care of herself. She glances at her phone again, her background is her three dogs, and she smiles before putting it in her pocket. She has to use the bathroom, but she doesn’t want to use the one in the room and risk waking Yelena.

She stands up quietly and stares at Yelena to make sure that she’s still asleep. When she sees the blonde’s steady, even breathing continue as she starts to walk toward the door she decides to go and just make it fast.

As soon as she’s out of sight Yelena opens one eye and looks around the room. Seeing that she’s alone, she quickly throws off her covers with a groan and looks to where her phone has been set on the table beside her bed. She grabs it before looking through the bag of clothes that Kate brought for her, and changing as quickly as possible. Yelena curses under her breath but hurries to look semi-presentable before walking out of the room and heading for the nearest elevator. She’s not going to wait around any longer to figure out what happened.

“How is Yelena?”

You’re still reeling from the news of the ambush last night. You don’t know how something like this could happen, and you were immediately worried about your friends and family. You’d only been gone a day but something like this had already happened. This was part of the reason why you were so reluctant to try and leave the business altogether. Retaliation like this could be deadly. It clearly had been last night.

Gavin pushes his fake glasses back up his nose before he offers a smile that is more reassuring than anything else he’s said to you today.

“She’s probably already left the hospital. I’m sure Kate and Nat are chasing after her.”

You can’t help but smile at this and Gavin’s glad to see the momentary break from your more anxiety-driven thoughts. Now he’s not a mobster. He went to law school and only knew a little bit about the business that his friend worked in. Mostly in ways that pertained to legal issues that you’ve had to deal with in the past. He doesn’t understand the politics of it all, but he understood enough to realize that whatever was happening was bad. He’d been briefed a bit by Bucky who had been a little panicked which had been shocking in itself. He had never seen the brunette frazzled and he’d feared for whatever came next right then and there.

The possibilities of what could happen next are infinite, but you only have one priority that you need to communicate to Gavin before he leaves here today. Whether you end up going to the jail and staying there one day or more, you need someone to watch your family.

“This happening, as I’m sure you know, could lead to a lot worse if I’m not out of here soon. You’re doing so much for me already Gavin, and I really appreciate it, but I need you to do one more thing for me.”

Wanda sighs in defeat as she looks to where Steve and Pietro are sitting on the other side of the rooftop pretending not to talk about her. She shifts Natalya to her other arm as she tries to get more comfortable. She’s been sitting outside with her daughter, dogs and two blondes for most of the afternoon. She’s trying to relax and distract herself from the new development that Steve refused to divulge more details about. From what she gathered, there’d been an attack and it could be one of your rivals trying to steal your job.

Personally, Wanda didn’t feel that this would be a bad thing, but she clearly didn’t understand much. This transition that you were trying to make had seemed to be a treacherous one for the fact that it was making your anxiety worse than its been since Natalya was born. Wanda hadn’t realized the other reason why it was so dangerous until this morning. She almost wants to take back when she’d told Steve earlier.

She really wanted you to get out, but she may have underestimated the costs of such an ask.

Wanda’s distracted from her thoughts by a whine from beside her, and she’s not surprised to see who it is. Rogue’s big head has just shifted and plopped down on her leg as he shoots her a pathetic look. He’s probably bored despite usually lying around the house all day. Or maybe he just wants more attention. Wanda tests this theory and she smiles as he starts to pant happily at the ear scratches. He tries to lick her hand in appreciation, but Wanda just laughs before trying to dissuade him. She’s unsuccessful and Rogue continues to lick her while Boone rises from where he’d been lounging a ways off to get in on the action. He comes up to Wanda and stretches out to which the brunette winces slightly at the sound of his joints. Still, Boone looks happy as he comes up to sniff her and Natalya before settling almost on top of his brother.

Rogue doesn’t appreciate this at all and he turns to grumble at his brother causing Natalya to stir. When she lets out a whine both turn to her to see if she’ll do anything else interesting. When she settles quickly the dogs go back to their huffing and sniffing and Wanda’s mind wanders back to you.

She hopes that you’re doing okay. She’d asked Gavin to take you your meds this morning so you’d have some sense of normalcy. She wished that you could be with her at home so she could have a serious conversation with you about your future. She wanted to check and see if you had a solid plan in place for your retirement or if you were just playing it by ear. Knowing you, it could be a bit of both, but she decided that she deserved to be privy to your plans. Especially if they will affect her in any way.

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secrets-of-everwich · 3 months ago

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13-1 Callie’s Final Statement, and Final Thoughts

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{Callie}

Hello, and welcome to this – final – secret of Everwich. Just like every other episode, my name is Callie Hewitt, recording on the 27th October 2021. This will be the last official episode, though I may do a reading of Charles’ journal. I’ve been through all the other statements, and I think I’ve managed to gather a semi-conclusive map of the last month or so.

Let’s begin.

As you know, I began this podcast on the 27th September. Unintentionally, exactly a month ago. However, my personal interest in Everwich began years ago, when I was small. I’ve already said I live in Everwich Manor, where all this weird stuff started. My parents decided to turn it into a tourist attraction to bring in some money, so I grew up helping out with the tours. I found it fascinating. But my fascination for the Florences, and therefore the secrets that Everwich holds began when I found a secret compartment in my bookshelves.

I think I mentioned before that I live in the same room that Charles Florence lived in. Some of the furniture is the same, in surprisingly good condition, the bookshelf being one of them. I was clearing out the old books to put some of my own in, and I found a loose board. I was only about 10, so I tried to pull it out. It was a bit like a puzzle box, I had to press in the correct area to get it to come out. But what I found was another book.

‘The Arachnid: A Philosophical Study by Charles Florence’

I’m a big spider fan – they’re so cute! – So I decided to have a read. I would have then gone on to find more information about it, but I got ill pretty soon after. However, the ‘study’ ended up not just being a journal of information, it ended up being a journal of Charles’ feelings. I know, it probably wasn’t good to read someone else’s private journal, but it did help me feel less alone. Like, even though 200 years separated us, we were friends… He was going through the same feelings I was, so…

It's probably stupid, though. Anyway, when I got a bit better, I started looking for all the information I could. Eventually, in September, I found a tape recorder, and thought it would be fun to talk through my discoveries. Essays are very hard to hand write for me, so I thought if I talked through everything, I could type it up later.

And that brings us up to now… I promise, I didn’t know everything. I really didn’t know there were caves under the house, or that something was wrong with Emilia. But… I thought that if I revealed that I had the journal, something bad might happen… And I guess I was right, because Xavier- Or something made Xavier steal Adam’s journal. I don’t want that to happen to Charles’. It’s a really special find.

So, onto the last month. Me starting the podcast seemed to happen at around the same time as Xavier getting- possessed? Is that the right word? By that spider. Xavier found the key, and went down into the basement, only to have a spider crawl on it, and get possessed by the parasite. Meanwhile, I was locking myself up in my room, talking into this.

On the 1st October, Emilia also got possessed, because a spider made its way into her house. This begs the question, how far do the spiders go? But I have a theory. The spiders seem to call the basement of Everwich Manor their home, and I presume they travel through the caves. I checked the photos I took, there were little holes in the ceiling. Big enough for the spiders. I think the caves were their burrow, where they got into people’s houses. I also checked the map. Assuming Jill Harris and ‘Harvey’ live on Lilacs Lane, where Jill got attacked, then all 4 of these people who we know for definite have been possessed by the parasite live on top of the cave tunnels – Xavier in Everwich Manor, right on top of their home, Jill and Harvey on Lilacs Lane, and Emilia on North Street. I’ll get back to the caves later.

A day or so later, Rin, Ash, X and Emilia all went to Everwich Manor, and X showed Ash the spiders. I think… I think whatever was using X’s body at the time was trying to possess Ash too. Don’t worry, I double-checked, Ash is A-okay in terms of spidery-ness. Considering they had the most accurate statement in terms of the spiders being present, and tried to stop everyone being possessed, I think he’s good anyway. Whatever it was, it didn’t work, probably because Ash ended up having an argument with X, and stormed off. It's lucky, really… I think if Ash had been possessed too, none of them would have survived this last month…

Throughout the following week, Emilia was working on some kind of experiment, something she has no idea about. As you know if you listened to the last episode, Emilia doesn’t remember anything, and she seemed really genuine about being sorry about that. I genuinely don’t know what that was about, there’s nothing in Adam or Charles’ journals that say about someone making some kind of chemical formula. This is new. So, I guess I’ll move onto the next major event.

We’ve heard a lot about the events of 11th October, when Rin, Ash and X discovered Emilia was possessed, and tried to get her to no longer be possessed. Somehow, though, the spider escaped, and went straight back to her when she was asleep. She says there might have been a person. There’s a tall figure that keeps coming up, but everyone is insistent that it’s not Xavier. I’d say it was the Everwich Ghost, but the Everwich Ghost is a short, 12 year old boy, so… I’m really confused about that, to be honest. But it’s weird… If it were just Asher spotting a random figure that could be explained by Ash thinking someone was the Everwich Ghost when they’re just a normal person, but considering Emilia saw a figure that didn’t sound like ‘anyone she knows’, X saw a ‘tall figure’…

OH, how could I forget?! I’ve seen a tall figure too! When I was in the graveyard. It’s weird… I’m not going to go looking for them, though. That’d be an easy way to get killed, disappear, or get possessed. I’m dropping this investigation. Genuinely.

The next few weeks are a few sightings of this figure, and me getting obsessed with the caves. I worked it out, I was in there for nearly 24 hours. It… It didn’t feel like 24 hours… And nobody noticed… But that was partially because Emilia and Xavier were very much possessed, and so Ash and Rin were distracted… And I’m sure – almost positive – the caves changed layout when I was in there. I walked around the same corridor at least 10 times. It’s a maze on the map, but not that much. But that night, while I was in the caves, Emilia became lucid and tried to kill the spider, injuring herself in the process. She’s okay now, as we have confirmed. I’m not sure what changed, to be honest. But something did, and I’m glad it did.

From there onwards, I’ve got a lot of conclusive statements about what happened.

So… I guess that concludes the Secrets of Everwich. I’m really not going to make another episode, with the exception of an episode reading out Charles’ journal. I think you, dear listener, whoever you are, deserve it.

Goodbye, and thank you for listening to these Secrets of Everwich. I hope you enjoyed.

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I’m- -orry… G-dby-.

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crochetingcatwriting · 1 year ago

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Summary:

Sakura decides to move out her parents house and the best option for a new place turns out to be Sai’s place.

Tags: Romance, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Morally Grey Characters, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Rating: Explicit

Work in progress (it's almost finished in my hard drive, but I'm letting my beta to do their magic and honestly in the meantime it's still growing a bit :D)

Extract from chapter 1:

Sai’s apartment was very ample and painted of a clean white, however it was more like a big warehouse with a bathroom. The kitchen was a simple long bar with a sink and some shelves set-in on the wall to have some storage, the bathroom door was metal with granulated glass and led to a refurnished bathroom with an old iron bathtub and a white ceramic sink with iron taps. The living room was at the same time the dining room sharing the space with the kitchen, not that Sai had a dining table, guessing by the two tall stools next to the kitchen bar it was obvious the artist ate there when he was home.

Hidden behind a folding screen made of wood and paper that Sakura was certain that Sai had made and painted himself, there was a double bed cornered on diagonal with the foot side facing the kitchen, to the left entering the aisle door, behind the bathroom.

The roof was really high, adding more to the impression that the place was some type of warehouse or factory refurbished.

Almost all of the walls had small windows almost to roof height and the opposite side wall was covered with several paintings, some of them already familiar to her like the one of Team 7, minus Sai and Sasuke, was on their back, looking towards the horizon. On the middle there was another stool and an old black lounge next to several different sized easels with canvas either in blank or half done, beside a small bookshelf full of notebooks and books.

Things had sped up when she had shown up on Sai’s doorstep, who corrected her about the misunderstanding that the apartment was being rented, even if the ad said so, and that in fact what he wanted was a roommate. Sakura’s suspicion was that it wasn’t an innocent mistake on the ad as Sai tried to excuse (after all she realized now that it was Sai’s handwriting on the sign) but instead a trap for someone despairing like her.

An unsuccessful one.

Sai had a bad reputation in Konoha, even after being recognized by his achievements on the Fourth War, even outside shinobi circles he was still considered as a bit eccentric to put it lightly. Sakura suspected that, if someone came asking before her and found Sai, they would have excused themselves and/or run away on the opposite direction depending how well they knew him or polite they were.

Sakura knew that it was due in part to that lack of people skills outside of missions, which Sai was still working on improving, that he got kicked out of his old house, the one close to the big tree, when he insulted unwillingly the old landlady who already wanted to kick her tenant out in order to gift the house to her grandson as a wedding gift.

It wasn’t that long since that happened, and with her being busy between all her work in the hospital, missions and her issues at home, and with him on his ANBU missions, Sakura hadn’t had the chance to ask about his new home address.

She wondered if she had known beforehand whether she would have discarded the idea as she did with Naruto who had offered his home just like Ino when he found out on their letters she wanted to move out but that Sakura rejected for the opposite reasons:

While with Ino she wouldn’t be far away enough from her parents’ shadow, with Naruto she feared she would become the house mom as soon as he came back, her own methodical and clean way of doing things would clash against the messy ways of the Jinchūriki since she knew he was well beyond any fixing, and that the only way of not going crazy living with him was to take the full brunt of the domestic labor and that wasn’t in her plans with him or no one. Besides she didn’t want to be third wheel for Naruto and Hinata’s blooming relationship when he returned to the village.

With Sai she wouldn’t have any inconvenience of that type, the artist was almost as clean and organized as her, they would get along perfectly in that regard.

So Sakura stayed to Sai’s silent joy who had already watched others like Kiba, Shino and some other civilian practically run away when encountering him as he opened the door. That was a hit to his self-esteem but his teammate was making him forget about it quickly.

If he had known Sakura was looking for a place, Sai would have offered immediately his place. She was someone he trusted completely, besides of being someone clean and punctual, living with her would be a lot easier in comparison to living with a stranger or someone as hyperactive as Naruto.

Sakura entered the room with a genuine smile and after a short walk sat down in one of the stools at the kitchen bar, taking a bite of the cookies who Sai offered her hospitably with his usual gracefully stiff ways while he explained the terms and conditions like rent, that was ridiculously cheap including gas and water, coexistence (basically share house chores and don’t bring the place down while he was away) and lastly he mentioned he was a couple days away from a mission that would take him at least a week outside the village, asking her for an answer either before or after so he could give her a copy of the key.

Sakura was aware how usual it was for the ex-ROOT, being in ANBU now, to be away for weeks regularly, which Sakura analyzed would give her some needed alone time, at least for now.

To her own surprise, Sakura wasn’t against the idea of having her sometimes rude teammate as a roommate, but the not-as-forced-smile of Sai actually made her mind.

That was the place she was looking for.

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orii-blogs-stuff · 8 months ago

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As Janus had been warned, a door started to form before his very eyes. A door to Yurgenschmidt. The audacity of the Yurgen Gods! Not only did they steal their mortals for the past few millennia, but now so brazenly so!

Janus did not believe Trivia at first, who would believe another patheon from another world were attempting to encroach upon other pantheons domains? It was barbaric! However, as he witnessed the white marble door slowly come into existence, he started to wonder if the Yurgen Gods had no idea what the words and phrases ‘diplomacy’ nor ‘staying in your Morai-cursed territory’ meant. He preferred the Aztecs over such fools despite their bloody nature, at least they knew to live in the south and stay in the south.

Nonetheless, as the Roman God of Doorways, it was his responsibility to ensure such barbarisms were not granted entry into the Roman portion of Earth.

It is difficult to explain to a mortal how he uses his Being and entire existence to simply manipulate his domain just as it is difficult for other Gods or demigods to explain to their lovers and parents how the divine blood in their veins is used to manipulate their own domains, simply because they do not own their domain, rather, they are their domains. Every door opening, every door closing. That was and will forever be him. Every door creaking from rusty hinges, every broken doorknob. That was and will forever be him.

So Janus would not bore anyone with an explanation, the only thing one needs to know is he willed the marble door to be removed from existence so it was removed from Existence in a permanent manner.

He took one good look at the spot where the door was and nodded to himself, a job well done, hopefully his counterparts were as competent as him as he believed Narasimha was going to be quite busy for the next few decades to come.

OOO

Shuu wanted to sleep after a three hour long stream and a two hour long meeting with his manager, Shuu just wanted to sleep, but today was a very special day: Today was Saturday. Today was the day he would be able to visit his friends from another world.

Shuu walked towards the Tokyo Metropolitan Central Library and walked towards the far corner on the second floor, hidden behind a bookshelf was a door with a wooden cat carved into it as well as the words ‘Western Cuisine Nekoya’, as he stepped into the restaurant, he was greeted by Aletta, “Hello and welcome~! Oh! Melon Soda II! Will it be the usual?”

Shuu nodded, “And a hamburger steak meal.” He hadn’t eaten in hours, he was so hungry…

Aletta nodded, “Coming right up!”

Despite the place being relatively empty because it was around five pm (the lunch rush was finished and it was not late enough for the dinner rush to begin) Shuu decided to sit next to Blueberry cheesecake, A lady with pinkish-red eyes and wine red hair tied up into an elaborate bun. “You’re quite early, Blueberry cheesecake.” Indeed, the lady usually showed up around ten or eleven pm when Shuu was on his fifth cup of melon soda.

“The Archduke Conference is in five days.” Blueberry cheesecake explained as she took a bite of her cheese cake. “I shall be working through the duration of the Dark God covering the sky with his cloak till the Light Goddess shows her crown, thus, I had decided to come to this establishment before my Glucklitat trials begin, you were not here last week?”

Blueberry Cheesecake was a strange lady with an even stranger backstory. Apparently she was a Noblewoman who was going to marry the First Prince of her land but something happened and they got divorced and the First Prince got demoted, currently Blueberry Cheesecake was was helping her father for a yearly conference and was on track to be the ‘Aub’ of her homeland, she also talked strangely. “I was caught up in a meeting.” Shuu said as he grimaced at the memory of him having another meeting with his manager, “And good luck with that.”

“Thank you.” Blueberry Cheesecake said.

Just then, Shuu heard the familiar ringing of the bells (twice) to show people started to enter the restaurant, “Hello and welcome~!” He could hear Aletta say, looking up, just as Shuu expected, it was Oreo Parfait and Chicken pasta Jr.

“Hello Mr Melon Soda!” Chicken pasta Jr said as she sat next to him, “How was your show?”

“It went well.” Explaining Vtubing to someone who didn’t even know what a computer was was a difficult conversation, so he just settled on calling it a show and moving on, “Where are your parents?” As far as he knew, Yurgen parents didn’t let their children go anywhere alone (especially Noble parents) in fear of kidnapping or assassinations or worse so it was concerning to see Chicken pasta Jr without either of her parents, seeing that she was only five years old.

Chicken pasta Jr puffed up her little chest and smiled, “Mother and Father are looking after Josepher so being a good big sister I’m going to take back chicken pasta and pudding for Josepher to eat! Also Mother and Father thought I would be safe to come without my retainers seeing that Lady Oreo Parfait will be here!”

Oh yes he had heard Lady Chicken pasta was pregnant and Oreo parfait was very intimidating to say the least so he doubted anything would happen to Chicken pasta Jr. “Congratulations for your new baby brother, give my congratulations to your parents, will you?”

“I will!”

Shuu was forgetting something… What was it? Oh yes! He turned to Blueberry Cheesecake, “This is Chicken pasta junior and Oreo Parfait, they usually leave about half an hour before you show up but they are good company, would it be ok for them to sit with us?”

Blueberry Cheesecake simply smiled, “It would be a delight.” she said as the fork under her control started to bend.

That was concerning, “If you don’t want them to sit with us that’s fine there’s plenty of other seats-”

“-Oh no!” Blueberry Cheesecake said, “I would be honoured to have Lady… Oreo Parfait at our table.”

Shuu recognised that tone of voice, it was the tone of voice he would use when he was conversing with his manager, was Oreo Parfait Blueberry Cheesecake’s superior? There was a small chance that Oreo Parfait was an Aub of a Higher ranked Duchy, maybe that’s why Blueberry Cheesecake couldn’t say anything, it’s not like you could tell your superior ‘I don’t want to sit with you, go someplace else’. That was rude !

Shuu decided he would try to play mediator between Blueberry Cheesecake and Oreo Parfait or at least, he would make sure Blueberry Cheesecake didn’t lose face in front of Oreo Parfait, it was the least he could do for putting Blueberry Cheesecake in such a precarious position…

After Oreo parfait and Chicken pasta jr ordered their meals, they settled into a routine Shuu was familiar with: Look over the homework Oreo parfait had set for Chicken pasta Jr which would later be followed by either Yurgen, Maths and Geography or History, Theology and then a fun card game because history and Theology were both heavy subjects and the poor four-year-old’s brain normally melted by the end of their three hours long study session.

Feeling bored, Shuu took out his laptop so he could respond to a few emails while he waited, “How does that thing work?” Blueberry Cheesecake questioned him.

“Hmm? Oh it’s… it’s hard to explain…” Shuu wasn’t an engineering student, “You uh… You basically power it on and the screen opens?” Ya Shuu had absolutely no idea what he was saying… Maybe he should show Blueberry Cheesecake an article on how computers work? Or get her a book on it? No, Blueberry Cheesecake didn’t know how to read Japanese… Or English…

“Fascinating.” Blueberry Cheesecake said, “I suppose it is akin to a water mirror?”

“I guess?” Shuu didn’t know what a water mirror was. Trying to change the subject, Shuu noticed someone new, “Hey, who’s that cooking with the Chef?” He didn’t look Japanese.

“That’s Leo.” Riya explained, who had come to refill their water (between the two adults on the table and one child, the water decreased pretty rapidly). “He’s from Mexico, Sir took him on as an apprentice last week after he accidentally stumbled into the restaurant, Sir said he’s a fast learner which is a blessing because Sir was having a bit of trouble with the influx of new customers.”

“Ahh…” Shuu said, “That explains it… Anything else I missed when I was away last week?”

“Well~” Riya said, not elaborating.

“Miss Riya asked Lady Oreo Parfait if she could court her!” Chicken pasta Jr said, “And Lady Oreo Parfait said yes!”

Shuu could hear Blueberry Cheesecake choke on her water, “I am well! Flutrane simply wished for her presence to be known!”

“You sure?” Shuu asked.

“Is there anything I could get you?” Riya asked worriedly.

“I am well.” Blueberry Cheesecake replied after a bit, “I suppose congratulations are in order.”

Riya looked a bit flustered, “Oh it’s nothing as fancy as Chicken pasta junior says it is! We just… Decided to start dating… but casually… Very casually… Until Mest- Oreo Parfait finds a door to Earth.”

“I always thought we were courting.” Oreo Parfait said, “There was no need to make it official.”

“Very casually dating.” Riya reminded Oreo Parfait. Shuu thought the seventeen bookmarks, fourteen earrings, ten bracelets, six necklaces and one headband (all made out of strange gemstones found in Yurgenschmidt) Oreo Parfait had gifted his friend over the years said otherwise.

“I pray to Dregarnuhr for Liebeskhilfe to bind your threads tightly together for the rest of the weave.” Blueberry Cheesecake said as respectfully as possible.

“They do not know and you will not pray to them lest they discover our relationship and tell my grandparents.” Oreo Parfait said, making Blueberry Cheesecake turn pale. From what Shuu could figure out, Oreo Parfait has friends who were akin to religious figures (maybe, Blueberry cheesecake did say she’d ‘pray’ to a few people Oreo Parfait knew) who knew her grandparents and her family didn’t know about her relationship which was understandable, when Urano was still alive, he would try to make sure Urano didn’t find out about his girlfriends until at least a few months had passed because there was always a chance Urano could have scared away his girlfriends with her barrage of questions on the types of books they used to read and which books exactly they have read (it happened once, he dated a hot girl from computer science back in University for a whole five days, Urano found them talking in a cafe and started her barrage of questions, they broke up the very next day).

“Yes. My Lady…” Blueberry cheesecake said. “I apologise for being inconsiderate.”

“Good.”

“ Dinner is served. ” He heard Kuro say in his head as she brought him his melon soda and gave Blueberry Cheesecake her Blueberry Cheesecake while Aletta gave Chicken pasta Jr and Oreo parfait their meals. “ Riya? Could you please get Oreo Parfait’s crab rangoons? ”

“Yes of course!” She said as she hurried to the kitchen.

Shuu took a sip of his ice-cold melon soda and sighed.

It was time to get to work.

He gave his entire focus to his work, coming up with streaming ideas while were easy, they were not easy to implement because his manager kept rejecting his ideas, then there was twitter, he was being cancelled on twitter for saying he didn’t like cats. He was sure that it would blow over in a few days but he’ll have to wait and see.

Everything was going as smoothly and as normally as possible other than Blueberry Cheesecake turning ghost white that is, Shuu had no idea why she was so scared of Oreo Parfait, Oreo Parfait, while a bit… Emotionless (All Yurgen citizens seemed to keep their emotions under tight wraps for some reason, except for Chicken pasta Jr, but that was probably because she was a child) she didn’t seem like a bad person, she was also a good teacher from how happy Chicken pasta Jr looked from studying under her.

Everything was going well, until it wasn’t, Shuu was so focused on his work he almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring signalling customers were coming in and Aletta greeting them, “Hello and welcome-”

“-SHUU?!”

“Rozemyne calm down this instant!”

Shuu was mentally pulled out of the work he was doing and turned to look at who called his name so loudly he thought his ears would bleed, “Oof!” Shuu let out as he felt someone hugging him, “Could you umm… Let go of me?” Shuu asked politely, trying to pry a young woman with dark blue hair off of him, “I can’t breathe!” He gasped out as his nostrils got clogged up from the layers for fabric the woman was wearing.

“Oh Shuu! I missed you so much!”

“Unhand her this instant!” Shuu could barely make out a male figure with light blue hair charging at him and the dark-haired woman.

‘ She came at me! ’ Shuu’s oxygen-depleted brain thought as he struggled weakly against the woman. It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong (he played Wii Sports a couple of times on stream before, golf and bowling) but this woman was on a whole new level! Was she part of any military? Or an athlete? Was she a professional athlete? Perhaps, that would explain how strong she was!

“Rozemyne get off of him!” He could barely make out Blueberry Cheesecake’s voice.

Her strength reminded him of Urano’s strength whenever he would have tried to take a book from her for any reason, that girl was just built different, and so was this woman too!

Suddenly, The woman who was trying to choke him to death let out a scream of pain, “Ahhh!” And fell to the floor.

“ Injuring other customers is not permitted here. ” He heard Kuro astral project her voice into his brain, he was sure everyone else could hear her too. “ This is your only warning, there won’t be a next time. ” As he slowly got up, Shuu could see the blue-haired man and a few others wearing the same type of clothing as the woman and man all clutching their heads and slowly getting up as the pain subsided. Shuu quickly crawled away from the woman who was trying to hug him to death a few seconds ago.

“Thank you, Kuro.” Oreo Parfait said, “It is quite unfortunate such an event had to occur, that too in front of my student.”

The dark-haired lady slowly got up, “Shuu… It’s me… Urano …”

Shuu froze, how… How did this girl know that name?! “Urano has been dead for five years.”

“And I had been-!” The blue-haired girl was suddenly cut off by the light-haired guy.

“Rozemyne, there are others!” He said, glaring at Blueberry Cheesecake, Oreo Parfait and the rest of the customers and restaurant employees, “Behave yourself.” He told the woman. “And Why are you here?” He said, glaring at Oreo Parfait.

Oreo Parfait gave an unconcerned look, “Eat delicious food whilst teaching of course~ have you never seen anyone teach a child before?”

“Be Anhaltung, why are you here after Jugereise danced for us?”

Oreo Parfait simply elegantly raised an eyebrow, “I am not Anhaltung nor Jugereise, I am Mestionora and as Mestionora I am dispersing wisdom by teaching my student.”

“She has yet to be Baptised!”

“So?”

“Please settle down, you’re disturbing the other customers…” Aletta said softly, poor girl, not even Shuu wanted to interact with those weirdos, especially not when one of them decided to pretend to be his dead friend!

The light blue-haired guy glared at Oreo Parfait and then gave him a glare! What did Shuu even do?! The girl jumped him not the other way around! The glare was so unnerving… Shuu almost pissed his pants, but it wasn’t like he would actually do anything to him right? Kuro would stop him! Shuu nodded to himself, yes, Kuro will stop the other guy from hurting him but he also needed to step up and help diffuse the situation as well.

Shuu took a deep breath and smiled as he put on his ‘V-tubing mindset’ as he liked to call it - Introduce himself and then crack a light joke at the end, Chat always seemed to like it, “Hello, my name is Shuu Abe but you can call me Mr steal-your-girlfriend.” He said with a wink. “Unless you’d like to be stolen away as well~?”

“Shuu…” The woman who almost hugged him to death said weakly, whatever magic Kuro must have done must have really weakened her. Suddenly, the temperature dropped a few degrees and Shuu felt a vague feeling that not only was he cancelled on twitter, but he was also going to be cancelled on Life as well. “Ferdinand that’s enough!” The woman (Shuu refused to call her Urano, not unless she showed proof) managed to yell out as she slowly got up into a seating position, “Shuu means no harm! He’s just like that!”

“Why don’t you go sit down?” Riya said, “Before Kuro finds out you tried to kill a customer? If she does find out then all of you may get kicked out and Natto meal set won’t be able to have her natto meal set anymore.”

“Ofcourse we’ll sit down!” the woman said, “My apologies…”

“It’s ok!” Riya smiled brightly, “If you would please follow me…” Shuu watched as she tried to take the customers to a table that was far away from the table he was sitting in.

“Thank you but we are fine where we are.” The woman said as she sat on the table right next to him and ushered her companions to sit with her.

Riya looked at him, Shuu just nodded, he’ll be fine, he’ll just focus on his work and ignore them.

“Very well.” Riya smiled, “I shall go get the menus then. Come Aletta, I need help carrying the jugs”

When the two servers left, the woman turned to look at him and whispered, “It’s me ! Urano! We were friends since elementary school and I got locked in a library five times before! Remember?”

That… How did she know that? Shuu was starting to thing perhaps… perhaps she was Urano? “How are you here then?”

“I got isekaied!” Urano said, “Into a new world!”

“Like… Reincarnated as a slime?”

“More like Parallel World Pharmacy.” Urano admitted as she looked at him and then to their surroundings, noticing Blueberry Cheesecake, “Lady Adolphine! How kind of Dregarnuhr to weave our threads together on such an auspicious day.”

“How kind of Lady Dregarnuhr indeed.” Blueberry Cheesecake said with a smile, though Shuu noticed her eyes looked quite blank.

Urano gave him a smile, “I missed you a lot~! Oh! I must introduce you to my new family~!” And thus Shuu had to sit through a half an hour crash course of all the Nobles present, “This is Ferdinand, my Husband, this is Justus and Eckhart, his subordinates, this is Angelica, she is my knight, these is Hartmut and Clarissa, they are my scholars-”

Shuu felt like his head was going to explode from so many names, he just wanted to sit down, enjoy some melon soda and do his work! He wasn’t ready for his best friend to be back from the dead! “How nice~” Shuu managed to say, “Do you come here often?” Maybe Shuu could leave today, try to get his brain to start braining and then talk to Urano next Saturday

This was all too much, he mourned her, he mourned her, he had to help Urano’s grieving Mother and couldn’t look her in the eyes because if only he was a bit more stern with Urano maybe they would have been outside the house when the earthquake happened and because no books would have fell on Urano if they were outside maybe she would have been alive-

“Unfortunately, we only manage to come twice a month.” Urano said sadly, “Usually for breakfast, we almost did not come today because of all the paperwork that needed to be managed before the Archduke Conference! Oh wait, you would not know what that is-”

“-It’s fine…” Shuu said, “I’m just glad you’re…” She was what? Alive? She actually died, “I’m just glad you’re here…” Shuu said.

Urano gave him a smile, that bright smile he was so used to seeing on Urano’s face, now on a stranger's face, who wasn’t really a stranger, but was Urano somehow because of reasons… “Aletta!” Shuu said, “Could you get me some Sake?”

He needed a drink or three… Maybe even more…

#my writing #ascendance of a bookworm #a restaurant in another world #join us for a bite au #excerpts #Shuu #Rozemyne #they finally meet!

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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 year ago

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First Flight

Summary: Gideon lets his little brother climb a tree. He doesn't expect his brother to jump out of the tree too.

The tree was a Flowering Dogwood.

Gideon knew this because his siblings had asked him last week after church while waiting for their parents to finish their goodbyes to friends and the gossiping old ladies. Gideon had winked and said it was a secret, but then spent the rest of the week investigating what kind of tree this particular one was.

Pale-green, almost white from a distance, four-petaled flowers with green clusters in the middle. Finally toothed leaves which change color in the fall weather. Deeply grooved, reddish-brown bark.

It was a Flowering Dogwood.

At least.

That was what Ms. Stacy of the Youth Group said when Gideon broke down and asked her.

But nonetheless, Gideon's siblings gazed upon him in awe as he told them about this secret tree a week later.

"I'm going to climb the secret tree," whispered Sam as he turned his eyes back to the now orange-red leaved Flowering Dogwood.

Sam had gotten into the habit of climbing things. Not that Gideon completely kept track of the different phases his younger siblings went through, but this phase had stood out in particular for how long it had gone on.

Sam would climb the stairs on the wrong side of the railing, only to be thwarted by one of their parents a few feet up. They would now find Sam on the top of a bookshelf, sprawled out like a cat with the latest comic whenever they went to the library. Apparently, Sam started to sit on top of his desk at school during lessons too.

Gideon probably should tell Sam to stop. But he saw Sarah excitedly nodding in agreement and Gideon really couldn't say no to his little brother.

"Go for it," said Gideon as he watched Sam run over to the tree without his permission.

Sam climbed much more proficiently than Gideon ever could up the sixteen-foot tree, skittering almost halfway up before taking a break.

Sarah, for her part, seemed in awe of what Sam had just done. She gazed, agape at Sam six feet off the ground before she blurted, "You're so good at that!"

"Do you want to be a rock climber or something?" asked Gideon, wondering if he should see if there's a gym nearby for Sam.

"No," said Sam, and in a horrifying twist, turned to face outward to his siblings, "I want to be a bird!"

Gideon wasn't sure what he expected a six-year-old boy to say. And while Gideon sprinted over to try to catch Sam, or possibly just buffer the kid's fall, he couldn't help but notice how happy Sam was in the air.

The look of pure joy on Sam's face as he soared.

And Sam had been happy before, but he never looked this happy. This was what all the climbing was about. And Gideon had just given Sam his first opportunity to actually jump.

Gideon felt a little less happy about the situation when all fifty pounds of Sam fell on top of him, toppling them both to the ground.

Though.

Gideon got over it quickly once Sam started laughing maniacally. A little boy filled with giggles and adrenaline.

"Again. I need to do that again," said the adrenaline junkie in the making before Gideon wrapped his arms around Sam and kept Sam in his clutches.

"Nope. Let's figure out a safer way for you to fly," said Gideon, wondering just how he was going to do that before settling on, "You can jump out of the tree again next week."

And yeah, there were people watching the three of them now. The old ladies were gossiping as they always did. Gideon could hear their parents walking over and asking what happened. But all Gideon could focus on was the look of joy Sam had as Sam gazed at that Flowering Dogwood, probably thinking about that first flight.

This is for @samsseptember's Samtember 2023 series for the prompt "First Flight". The dividers are from here.

#samtember2023 #sam wilson #gen fic #gideon wilson #sarah wilson #family feels #fluff #first flight #gideon pov

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cloakedsparrow · 1 year ago

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RE Headcanon: The Things They Left in Raccoon.

Chris left Raccoon City with the sole intention of gathering evidence against Umbrella. He’d packed discreet clothing that wouldn’t draw attention to him rather than his custom embroidered leather jacket or the vests and t-shirts he favored because they showed off his muscular arms. He’d packed practical items and left behind anything cumbersome, like family photo albums or his favorite guitar. He hadn’t thought much about what he was leaving behind because he’d expected to return home after a few weeks or so. He’d expected said belongs -along with his vinyl collection, expensive entertainment system, stuffed bookshelf, well-loved Jeep, and the afghan & potholders his grandmother had crocheted- to be waiting for him when he did. Instead, his entire apartment was destroyed along with the rest of Raccoon.

He’d had renter’s insurance and auto insurance, but it had been quite a hassle to get them to pay out…especially considering the entire city had been wiped off the map. Even then, some things couldn’t simply be replaced. Claire had a single album full of copies of some of their old family photos, but she’d lived in a small dorm-room. Most of what they had left of their parents and grandparents had been stored at Chris’ place. They’d lost it all along with Raccoon.

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Jill made it out of Raccoon City with a few trusty guns, a brand new friend, and the clothes on her back. They weren’t even her good clothes or favorite clothes. Between coping with everything that had happened at Spencer Manor, being suspended, trying to subtly investigate their corrupted police chief, and then surviving the goddamn citywide t-virus outbreak, laundry hadn’t exactly been a priority. By the time she found herself fleeing from Nemesis, Jill was down to the mini-skirt and strapless top combo she wore out dancing, the designer little black dress her mother had given her as a graduation gift from the academy, or the bridesmaid dress she’d worn at her brother’s wedding. Had she known her apartment was going to be blown to vapor, she would’ve gone with the black dress.

As it was, she’d lost everything. She could probably get back most of the family photos from her family, at least, and things like her favorite DVDs and CDs could be replaced. However, some items had sentimental value that couldn’t be replaced. The souvenirs her parents has brought her from various vacations. Trinkets she’d gathered during her own travels. Photos of friends she’d lost touch with after moving to Raccoon City. Everything to remind her of that entire chapter of her life was just gone.

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Leon’s family had been killed when he was young and the social worker assigned to grab some of his belongings while he was in the hospital hadn’t known him. She’d been considerate enough to grab the folding frame containing two family photos off his parents’ dresser, along with the book and stuffed dog that had been on his bed, to go with about a week’s worth of clothes. He’d been lucky enough to make it though foster care in one piece, his meager belongings had not. He hadn’t accumulated much afterwards, mostly practical items. He’d rented out an apartment in Raccoon City and dropped off his old, worn mattress and desk when he’d picked up his uniform and signed some final paperwork at the precinct. He later packed up everything else he owned in a couple boxes, stuck them in the back of his Jeep, and he drove to his new home.

He’d ended up abandoning his Jeep after his first ever BOW encounter, and both the Jeep and his mostly empty apartment had been destroyed along with Raccoon City. He’d only had liability insurance on the Jeep and no insurance whatsoever on the apartment. It sucked, but he’d had to start his life over with nothing before. He’d do it again.

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Claire didn’t live in Raccoon, and the city had been barricaded off for a couple days before she arrived to check on Chris. Trying to convince her auto insurance agency that her motorcycle had been in the city when it was destroyed took forever. Especially since she hadn’t reported it until a couple months after the fact. Eventually, Leon -as a former RCPD officer with an official contract/schedule and a rental agreement to prove he’d been in the city- had to fill out some forms declaring he’d seen her and her bike in the city shortly before it was destroyed and that they’d fled the doomed city without it. Chris had offered to get her a new bike with his own insurance money, but she’d been determined to get her insurance to pay for it on principle by that point. Plus, he was technically jobless and homeless. He’d need the money more than she did.

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Barry had gotten his family out of Raccoon with the belief that they wouldn’t be returning. They’d thought their house would still be there, but they’d still grabbed the essentials and then some. He’d gotten all their insurance forms and medical records. His wife had grabbed all the family photos and the little box of the girls’ artwork they’d kept over the years. His daughters had grabbed their favorite toys, books, and videos. They all packed their toiletries and enough clothes to last them a while.

It wasn’t everything, and he knew it would be a long while before the insurance paid out, but he didn’t care. He had his family. He had Chris and Jill. That was more than enough.

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Rebecca had decided to go back to school and study virology after the Spencer Manor affair. She’d already left Raccoon City more than a month before it was destroyed. She’d moved back in with her parents temporarily. She had everything she owned. Everything she needed. Everything except for all the people she’d never see again.

#Fanfiction #mine #ficlet #headcanons #Resident Evil #Raccoon City #Chris Redfield #Jill Valentine #Leon S. Kennedy #Claire Redfield #Barry Burton #Rebecca Chambers #Capcom

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year ago

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14 | Save him

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

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For school Julia's mom drove her to school and when she dropped her off Stiles was with Scott so when Julia got out of the car she walks past them.

"She can't see me with Stiles." She says so Scott could hear her.

Stiles watches Julia's mom drive off then looks at Scott confused, "She's not allowed to be seen with you." Scott tells him.

"What? Just me? Not you too?" Stiles heads inside to their lockers hoping Julia will be there. "So you aren't allowed to be around me but not Scott?"

"Pretty much. She said it's your fault so that's why. She doesn't care for you." Julia says opening her locker.

"Well, I mean, yeah but still."

"Stiles, when she's not around don't worry." She laughs, "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me." She smiles getting her stuff heading off.

Scott comes up behind smiling at his best friend, "The thought of her not being around you anymore bothers you."

Stiles turns around, "Well yeah, she's my friend."

"That's the only reason?"

"Scott, not this again." Stiles huffs walking off.

"Keep telling yourself that."

During the day, Allison asks Julia to join her in the library so the cameras don't think it's weird she's by herself talking alone while Scott is on the other side of the bookshelf.

"It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison says as Julia opens a book looking through it.

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" Scott asks.

"That we were part is an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison says making Scott and her slightly laugh.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles and Julia say together then look at each other reaching to fist bump.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asks.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South America priest who uses the Kanima to excute murderers in his village."

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." Stiles says.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison adds.

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be..." Allison stops so Scott reads it.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy. I could've told you that myself." Stiles speaks up.

"What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison asks while Julia leaves the library.

"So you got into trouble with Jackson and have a stay a certain amount of feet from him? What the hell, Julia." Lydia finds her sister.

"I don't care to be honest. I'm 100% okay with staying far away from Jackson."

"Julia that's not the point." Lydia huffs.

"Then what is?"

"You pissed off Jackson and he got his father involved." She says like it was obvious.

"I always piss him off that's no different. And I Don care." Julia walks off making Lydia shout her name.

"What has gotten into her lately?" Lydia talks to herself out loud then sees Stiles go into class. "Hey, what have you done to my sister?" She walks in going over to him.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks confused.

"She's all snappy lately since she started hanging around you. What did you do to her?"

"Nothing, she's being herself, Lydia. You would know how she is if you were still close to her and treated her like a sister but you don't do you?" Stiles stands up for Julia taking Lydia back so she takes her seat. "Oh, also do you know what happened to Jackson's real parents?"

"Why would I tell you? You don't tell me stuff about my sister." Lydia smiles as class starts.

After class Stiles tries to get Lydia to tell him about Jackson but she wouldn't do it, "Lydia, come on! Wait! Ah!" Erica poops up shoving him into the wall.

"Be careful with my friend, he's fragile." Julia joins them since she was walking with Erica.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" She asks him.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" He asks her.

"He's right." Julia adds so Erica puts them away.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents they're about a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery." Erica tells him before walking off.

"Is that true?" Stiles looks at Julia.

"Yeah, but I don't know how they died." She tells him so he grabs her ran running h after Erica to ask more questions.

"Wait, wait, wait. Do you know how they died?" He asks catching up to her.

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested." Erica stops walking, "It's him. Isn't it?"

"What? Who? Him who?"

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson." She walks off.

"Erica, wait!" Julia rushes after her so Stiles follows. "Look, you can't tell Derek. There's a lot more to this that you guys don't know about." Julia catches up to her.

"And might I add, just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people." Stiles adds.

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me but Julia. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Erica notices him and Julia looking at water coming from the locker room then Scott is pushed out with Jackson going after him. The three jump in to separate them then Mr. Harris shows up saying everyone had detention at 3 o'clock.

After school you could tell all seven did not want to be there. "We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against theses tools." Jackson tells Mr. Harris.

"All these tools?"

"No, just us tools." Stiles motions to him, Scott and Julia.

"Fine. You three, over there."

The three get up going to a different table, "I'm gonna kill him."

"No, you're not." Julia tells him.

"What she said. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him." Stiles tells him.

"No. You two were right, let's kill him." Scott says making the two look at each other.

"Is your mom going to be mad about you being in detention with me?" Stiles asks Julia as she messes with her fingers.

"Yeah, she'll say it's your fault. You're a bad influence." Julia chuckles.

"No, I'm not."

"You kinda are." Scott butts in to their conversation.

"Shut up. What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" Stiles changes the topic.

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott says.

"Exactly, he could have easily deleted it." Julia adds.

"He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?" Scott list.

"Yes."

"Why?" Scott asks.

"Because... He's evil." Stiles looks over at him.

"You just don't like him." Scott tells him.

"The guy bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face."

"Any other theories?" Scott looks back at Stiles.

"I mean there could be more we don't know about. None of us knows Matt's past. I mean, years ago when we were kids he started acting different one day." Scott gives Julia a look, "I was a loner, I people watched." She adds.

Jackson ends up rushing out of the library and Mr. Harris goes telling everyone to stay in their seats so the three go back to Erica who tells them what happened to Jackson's real parents.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Allison's mom comes through the PA.

Scott leaves while the three lol at the report then Mr. Harris tells everyone they aren't leaving till they finish re-shelving.

"I hate that man." Julia gets up getting a cart to put books away.

Stiles catches up Scott and Allison while Erica and Julia work on a cart. "Isaac says hi." Erica smiles at Julia.

"He does? Why hasn't he been to school?" Julia asks her confused since he could.

"I don't know to be honest. Doesn't seem to care that much. And yes, he does." Erica winks at Julia.

"Okay, well you can tell him I said hi back." Julia laughs as Jackson turns wreaking the library. He paralyzes Erica and tries doing the same to Julia so she fake falls to make him run off. "You're gonna be okay." Julia tells Erica before going to Stiles and Allison.

Scott joins them putting his arm out to keep Allison behind him and Stiles keeps Julia behind him as they watch Jackson write on the board.

Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.

"Erica!" Julia rushes over and so does Stiles.

"I think she's having a seizure." Stiles holds her.

Erica wants to be taken to Derek so the boys and Julia leave with her while Allison stays with Matt. When they get to Derek, he breaks her arm so it would trigger the healing process before squeezing her arm ti get the venom out.

When Julia got home she found Lydia spaced out sitting in her room, "Lydia, you okay?" Julia stands in the doorway but Lydia doesn't do anything. "Lydia?" Julia walks over to her.

Lydia looks over at her staying silent for a while, "I'm fine. Just not feeling well and I'm tired. I'm gonna get some rest."

"Okay." Julia leaves Lydia's room going to bed also.

"So why am I?" Julia asks Scott as he lets her into the clinic.

"Because you are good a listening and you know stuff. You're helpful to have around." Scott tells her so she just nods her head.

"Don't tell Stiles that or he'll get butt hurt."

"He really would." Scott agree waiting for Derek to show up.

When Derek does show up Issac was with him making Scott ask why he was with him, "Why is she here?" Derek points at Julia.

"She's helpful. And I trust her compared to him." Scott tells him.

"Yeah, well. He doesn't trust you either. Julia." Issac smiles.

"And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he going to help us or not?"

"That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?" Deaton asks.

"Kill him,"

"Save him. Save him. Save him." Scott says.

"He's not really our friend so." Julia speaks up making everyone look at her, "What? He's not. We all dislike him. That's not a secret."

I'm the back Deaton goes through his stuff and Issac tries touching things making Derek annoyed. "So what are you? Some kind of witch?" Issac asks.

"No, I'm a veterinarian."

"Oh." Issac nods his head.

"Unfortunately, I'm not seeing anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions. Literally anything." Julia tells him.

"What about an effective offense?" Issac asks.

"No, we already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up." Derek tells Deaton.

"Has it shown any weakness?"

"Well, one, it can't swim." Derek lets him know.

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No. He's the captain of the swim team." Julia answers before Scott.

"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet...and a puppeteer. One killed the husband and the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"Jackson couldn't do it. His mother died pregnant too." Julia says.

"And she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else." Scott adds.

"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson killed the wife then the baby dies too." Issac speaks up.

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Julia looks at Issac.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was."

"Hold on. The book says they're bonded. Right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the Kanima also affects its master?" Deaton asks.

"Meaning what?" Issac asks.

"Meaning we can catch them. Both of them." Scott catches on.

"We'll we only know if we try it. So that means we need to get tickets to that show." Julia turns to Scott.

"Yeah. We'll figure it out."

"I'm gonna head home. I took Lydia's car without her knowing so I better go." Julia heads out.

"Julia," Issac follows her out.

"Huh?"

"Erica told you I said hi right?" Isaac crosses his arms.

"Yeah, and I told her to tell you hi back. She's doing better now right?"

"Yeah, she's great now." They just look at each other.

"You going to school tomorrow or did you drop out suddenly?" Julia opens the car door.

"You'll find out tomorrow won't you?"

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MAKEUP THE BREAK UP

Park Jimin | Chapter 1

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Park Jimin x OC

Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin’s biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?

Warnings: just me not knowing how to write how children act, inaccurate timeline (I’m pretty sure Jimin said the toilet incident happened when he was 5 but in here its when he’s 10), not beta read

Word Count: 7.4k words

The Years I Knew You

[2000]

“Eumi, Aaron! Come here!” My mother called and I cranked my neck from the makeup kit I was applying on my life-size Barbie head.

I walked out of the room I shared with my older brother before looking towards the hallway to the living room, my eyes meeting my older brother’s as he waited for me to catch up with him before we both showed our presence to our mother.

“Yes, Eomma?” I answered as we synchronously peaked our heads out of the doorway to see the guests that sat on the living room couch.

“Aaron, Areum, meet our neighbors the Parks!” My mother smiled widely as we walked towards her to be in a better view for the family.

Two parents who seemed the same age as my parents and two boys who also seemed to be roughly the same age as me though younger than my brother.

“Hello there! These are my two boys, Jimin and JiHyun!” The mother smiled brightly at me and my brother and I sent her a soft smile back before greeting the two boys a smile too.

“The Park’s are going to eat dinner here, so why don’t you four play in your room while we get the food ready.” My mother ushered the four of us to the hallway and my brother led the way to our bedroom as the two boys seemed to have their own conversation from behind me.

“Woah! Dragon Ball comics!”

I turned to the two boys as the younger one of the two had his jaw dropped and both of them looked at my brother’s comic collection wide-eyed.

“Yeah, my dad collected them before and gave them to me!” My brother smiled brightly as the younger boy quickly walked towards my brother and closer to the wooden bookcase with the collection of comics.

I can see the older one glance at me first before also walking towards my brother as they started talking about the comic series.

“You guys like comics?” My seven year old brother asked as he seemed to enjoy the same interest as the boys younger than him.

“Yeah! Appa said he’d let us join Taekwondo when we’re older.” The older one spoke proudly as it was now my brother’s turn to show his adoring wide eyes.

I smiled at the boys standing on one side of the room near the bookshelf as I walked back to my side of the room and sat on the floor to continue my game of Barbie makeup.

I articulately placed the shimmery pinks and purples on the eyelids of my life size barbie head. I treated her as though she was one of my Eomma’s salon customers.

Usually when my brother had school and my Appa had work at the construction site, then I’d accompany my Eomma to the salon she worked at down the street. I’d watch her and her colleagues turn black hair to rainbows like magic, color nails with paint, and the best part was that they would also apply colorful crayons to the eyelids and lips of their client to make them pretty and look like fairies.

I loved the salon, though I rarely go there now as I started going to kindergarten last year.

“Woah, Barb-bee!”

I saw the younger Park before I heard him speak. His hands flew towards the perfectly combed hair of my Barbie head before he flung it around in the air.

I heard myself shriek as I looked in horror at my beautiful Barbie head getting messed up and dented at some areas. I tried to pull the doll away from the younger Park's hands but the struggle only made it worse.

I can hear a yell of ‘stop’ before the younger park finally lets go of my Barbie head doll after flinging it across the room.

I didn’t even make an attempt to walk towards it as I slumped my body further into the carpeted floor. Salty tears slipped past my eyelids as I sat defeated.

“JiHyun! Look what you did! Say sorry to Noona.”

I heard the older Park scold the younger as Aaron picked up the doll and turned his back to obstruct my view of him trying to fix it.

“Say sorry, go on.”

“Sawrey noon-ah.”

His baby teeth showed as he tried to apologize.

I felt one last tear slide down my cheek before wiping it away. The boy only looked a year younger than me so he was probably still learning how to be kind to others in kindergarten, like how I learned it last year. I remember it being very difficult to know when I was in the wrong, especially when I didn’t mean to do things that hurt someone else’s feelings, so I understand that the younger must’ve not meant to do it.

“It’s okay. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, okay?” I sent a soft smile to the younger Park as his arms went to wrap around my neck. He started leaning his weight on me to stand up from the floor and I almost toppled over from his weight though thankfully the older Park had already helped his younger brother stand up and take most of the weight off me.

“What happened here? We heard screaming.” The Park Ahjumma stood at the door with furrowed brows as the four of us looked towards her.

“Eomma, JiHyun broke Areum ssi’s doll.” The older Park snitched as the woman came inside the room and took the younger Park in her arms.

“I think it's time for JiHyun ssi to eat his dinner.” The woman cooed before walking out the door.

My brother placed a still-dented and broken Barbie head doll on the floor in front of me as he sent me a sad smile.

“Sorry Eumi ah, I tried to fix it. I’ll ask Appa to see how we can fix it, or if he can fix it.” Aaron acted on his idea of fixing the situation quickly as he soon walked out the room in search of our father.

I looked at my wrecked Barbie doll in front of me. Her supposed straight blonde hair was sticking out in different directions, and the small braids that I learned to do on her hair were missing and were replaced with chunks of flesh-colored plastic and holes where the strands should’ve been. Her toy makeup was smudged, and her face had dents where the younger Park’s fingers pressed too hard and when she collided against the brown wood instead of the carpeted floor.

“I’m really sorry about JiHyun. He just turned three so he’s still learning to not touch other people’s stuff.” The older Park that I now know is named Jimin apologized.

“It’s okay, I also just learned about it last year. I understand.” I sent him a smile though a slight frown remained on his lips.

“How old are you?” He asked randomly.

“I’m four! How about you, Jimin?” I smiled as I waved my four fingers at him.

“I’m five. I thought I had to call you noona.” He laughed though I didn’t really understand what he meant by ‘noona’. My name wasn’t noona. I was Areum. Seong Areum.

He must’ve noticed my lack of response as he spoke again with another topic on his tongue.

“I can’t fix your doll, but if you want then you can do your makeup on me.”

He was hesitant at speaking his idea of making the situation better for me though I smiled at his idea and turned to face him as he read my expression and sat down on the carpet beside me.

I turned to the toy vanity table I had and took the glittery pink comb and started to run it through his short black hair. I even had to stand up and squat to properly comb out the top and sides of his head.

Once I thought it was thoroughly combed I started picking out strands from in front of his head and tried to separate them into three parts to twist them together like Eomma taught me to do braids though his hair was too short to twist into the pattern I wanted. His hair was so short in fact that it didn’t even cover his forehead like the bangs I had in front of my forehead. The hair behind his head also wasn’t as long as the hair that reached my shoulders. His hair was weird and not like my Barbie.

“Jimin… I can’t braid your hair.” I frowned as he turned his head to look up at me and his eyes squinted to the point of disappearing because of how big his smile was.

“Of course Areum! I have shorter hair.” He giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

[2002]

“Jiminie look! I have a baby sister, like you now!” I smiled brightly as I saw the Park brothers enter my mother’s hospital room.

My father greeted both parents whilst Jimin and JiHyun quickly dodged the adults and walked towards the hospital crib that kept the newest Seong member.

“No, not like me. You have a baby sister now, I have a baby brother.” Jimin corrected me as we both looked at the baby in the crib whilst our parents talked.

“She looks like me in my old pictures!” JiHyun piped up and I was taken by surprise at how much he progressed from the three weeks where I couldn’t see the Park brothers.

“No, she looks like Eumi.” Jimin corrected his brother.

“See how much bigger her eyes are, and she already has a mole on her nose like the mole on Eumi’s nose and Aaron’s chin.” Jimin added and I suddenly felt a sense of unexplainable embarrassment from having moles on my skin. Though Jimin was always an observative one and so he quickly added on what he meant.

“Moles are cute. It makes your face memorable. I like your moles Eumi. I like your face too, it’s very pretty so don’t worry.” Jimin hugged me and I hugged him back.

“Her name is Ahnna. Seong Ahnna. Do you want to hold her?” Aaron came up behind us with little warning as we turned to look at him, though in my peripheral vision, I can see JiHyun losing interest and going over to his parents.

“I am holding her, look.” I smiled as I reached my hand out to hold my baby sister’s hand.

“No, I meant to carry her!” Aaron looked annoyed though took my lack of quick response as a yes and called our father over.

“Appa! Eumi and Jimin want to hold Ahnna!”

The rest of the adults looked towards our direction as our father sent me a soft smile.

“What?! I— Eumi wants to hold Ahnna! I’ll jus—-just watch.” Jimin slowly backed away though one look at the slight frown face and he seemed to have a change of mind.

“Come on Minie! I can’t carry a baby alone!”

Jimin sighed loudly before nodding to me and coming up next to my side on the crib. He’s always like this. For some reason, I always end up getting what I wanted when it involves him.

“You won’t carry her, Eumi. I’ll just lay her on your lap.

My father gestured for both me and Jimin to sit on the sofa beside him. I hesitantly sat down as Jimin sat down beside me, big eyes doubting his participation.

“Jimin, have you carried JiHyun when he was a baby?” My father asked as he stood up and carefully picked up baby Ahnna in his arms.

“Yes, I did when I was two.”

“Well then, this should be easier for you since you’re all grown up now. How old are you now?”

I could see a new confidence arise from Jimin’s face as he turned to me with a small smile.

“I’m seven now. Let’s not worry Eumi. If you can’t carry Ahnna alone then I’ll be here to share the weight with you. We’re strong now because six and seven are bigger than two!” His smile grew to one of his signature smiles. Teethy and made his eyes curve into crescent moons, the one that is so contagious that I can’t help myself but show my toothy smile too.

“Slowly.” My mother warned, though I can see her reach for her phone, though Jimin’s mom already thought ahead and offered to take a picture for her instead.

My father lowered baby Ahnna down to the sofa and onto our laps. I tensed under her weight though my father guided my left hand to support the head. When my father let go it wasn’t as heavy nor scary as I thought. Ahnna was calm as she was wrapped in her pink blanket.

I looked towards Jimin, careful to not move the rest of my body.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as his right hand rested on Ahnna’s foot.

“Yeah.”

My answer was short as I was interrupted by a yawn from the baby. I placed a finger on my lips as I looked at Jimin first before looking at the rest of the people in the room.

“Shhh. Baby Ahnna is sleepy.” I warned them as bright smiles lit up across the adults and Aaron.

I continued to watch Ahnna slowly succumb to sleep as the adults started going back to their conversations though I knew my dad was keeping an eye on me and the baby.

“Jimin.”

“Yes, Areum?” He answered without missing a beat.

“This is so cool! I’m going to be the best older sister I can be!” I smiled as I turned to him.

“You already are!” He smiled back.

The Park’s stayed at the hospital longer than I expected. I was growing more restless and tired these days, so imagine my surprise when I woke up and saw Jimin asleep on the sofa with me. Aaron was nowhere to be seen along with Appa, but JiHyun and Jimin’s parents were still here along with JiHyun who was sitting on his mother’s lap on the other sofa whilst watching the cartoons that played on the TV.

“We can’t support three kids like this.”

I heard my mom sound defeated as I stayed still to not wake up Jimin.

“What are you planning to do?” Jimin’s mother asked.

“Juwon has family in America. We’re thinking that it would be better if he goes out with Aaron since he’s turning ten next year and I’ll be left to focus on taking care of Areum and Ahnna.” My mother explained.

I didn’t fully understand it. I heard America is a place far-far away. One of my classmates, Eunji, is from America. She said her grandpa went there first to work hard for his family in Daegu then their whole family went to America where she was born. However, they all came back to Busan because they missed their home.

If Appa and Aaron are going to America then wouldn’t they miss home too?

I don’t get it.

But I didn’t need to ask any more questions as less than a month after baby Ahnna was born, my parents explained to me and Aaron about the decisions they made.

Appa goes to America first before bringing Aaron with him a month later, after he is finished with Year 4 so that Aaron gets to study abroad. They even proposed the idea of all of us moving to America once everything was settled, but I didn’t want to move. That would mean that I had to leave my friends, my school, my toys, Jimin, and the Parks.

But my parents were left with no choice, they said. Appa was offered this job by his boss since their construction company was going to close and Eomma said that her job at a salon wouldn’t be enough for us.

I cried.

I cried because I was lonely. I felt alone.

Aaron had gone to America and I had the room all to myself but I still didn’t dare to move anything on Aaron’s side of the room. Eomma was busy with Ahnna. Ahnna gets sick often so I was usually left with the Parks, but I didn’t play with Jimin and JiHyun much. Jimin was busy with studying hard, he was one of the smartest students in the school! JiHyun was preoccupied with his Kindergarten activities.

Tonight was a night when Eomma called to say that she was staying with Ahnna at the hospital, so I was going to sleep with the Parks. Thankfully it was a weekend so they wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of preparing all three of us for school.

“Areum, you’ll sleep in Jimin and JiHyun’s room. Is that okay for you?” Jimin’s mom crouched down in front of me as we stood in the hallway in front of Jimin and JiHyun’s room.

I nodded as I hugged my soft brown teddy bear.

“Jimin! JiHyun!” The woman called as she opened the door for me to enter the boy’s room.

It was almost identical to Aaron and my room. Though it wasn’t a surprise as the units in the apartment were all identical, but it still hurts to see such a lively room shared by two siblings and I had no one to share such a spacious room for one me.

“Share JiHyun’s bed ya? Areum will sleep on Jimin’s bed.” The woman’s authoritative voice made the boy's nod synchronously.

Jimin moved his bright blue blanket off his bed and placed it on top of JiHyun’s bed. I walked towards Jimin’s bed and placed my teddy bear on his deep chocolate-colored sheets.

“Here’s an extra blanket we have.” Jimin spoke up whilst going to the drawer and pulling out a striped beige and brown blanket. He placed it neatly folded on the end of the bed before a cheeky smile crept up his lips.

“Wanna play tag?” Jimin smiled at me and although I wanted to rest, there was no way I could say no to his grin.

“You’re it!”

Jimin and JiHyun ran across the room as I chased behind them. My worries slipped to the back of my mind as I tagged JiHyun and immediately ran back towards the corner of the room Jimin was at.

The youngest Park with a determined face came running at us and Jimin and I went in two different directions leaving JiHyun the power on who he’d chased down, and to make it fair he had to chase Jimin around.

“JiHyun! Let’s form an alliance! Go for Areum!” Jimin ran around screaming before tumbling down to the carpet where Jihyun tagged him and ran back to the furthest corner of the room.

“Eumi, here I come!” Jimin warned before going straight in my direction.

It felt like I was running laps like the runners I see on TV by how much energy I exerted in running around the room a good two and a half times. I’m pretty sure Jimin had the power to simply chase the slower JiHyun, but his chase for me was never ending.

“Ohh Areum! I know you’re getting tired!” Jimin taunted, and I couldn’t deny it as I grew breathless the more steps I took. My eyes settled on Jimin's bed and the blanket that lay neatly folded in it. I had one last idea to keep Jimin off my tail.

I ran towards the bed and grabbed the blanket as I simultaneously laid down. I could see Jimin approaching the bed at full speed though I was quick enough to cover my whole body in the striped blanket.

I giggled as I felt him collide with the mattress. An exasperated sigh left him before I felt his hands starting to tickle my sides along with smaller hands that I could only assume was JiHyun.

“Stop cheating!” Jimin tried to pull down the blanket but I held it up securely and sooner than later I could feel Jimin’s body collapse beside me on the mattress and JiHyun whining a ‘no fair’ before walking to his own bed with toys still laid out in it.

We both looked exhausted as I lifted the blanket off me to see him. Sweat laced our skins but it didn’t matter when we had the brightest smiles on our face.

“I know it’s hard for you right now… but I’m always here for you Areum. Me, Eomma, Appa, and JiHyun. We’re always here.” Jimin spoke in a soft tone that made sure I knew it was genuine. A tone I’ve never heard before but it made my whole body wash with a sense of calm and assurance. It was weird, but it felt nice after everything that has happened.

[2005]

A freak accident was what it was.

We were simply playing catch and JiHyun happened to trap both me and Jimin at the end of the hallway. I screamed the idea before I even thought about it and both me and Jimin pushed on the door towards their bathroom.

Was the door stuck? Was something blocking it from opening? Or were we too engulfed in our game to realize that we both pushed on the door yet never twisted the knob? We were children of course we had to act our age, right? I was the first to realize our mistake so I twisted the knob in perfect synchronization as we both pushed at the door. The wood creaked as it violently wide open.

I guess Jimin had looked back to see JiHyun sprinting towards us for a second. Though that second where he pushed against the door and looked back at JiHyun had caused dire consequences.

Perhaps if he was looking at how the door opened then he would’ve stopped pushing against it, but what if he hadn’t stopped quickly enough? He would’ve had to deal with more damage. Though if he had stopped pushing then it was most probably going to be me who launched forward towards the toilet.

Cue our ride to the hospital.

My mother had immediately scolded me for being so careless. They had already told us to stop playing tag inside the house, but it was raining outside and the rush of playing inside had more thrill. What were we supposed to do?

However, I truly did feel awful when I saw Jimin sitting on a hospital bed in the emergency room. The side of his face swollen and his right eye closed from a gash on his eyelid.

I wanted to apologize, it was my idea after all. My thoughts ran wild in my mind and the hectic environment of the emergency room was certainly not helping. I wonder how Jimin felt? If I was overwhelmed from this alone then how did he feel especially with his injury on top of that.

“This really looks like it would need stitches. The gash is pretty deep and we need to make sure that it heals properly so that the eyelid can still do its job.” The attending doctor said and I involuntarily let out a shuddered breath, too loud for the person that was part to blame for the accident happening.

“Areum, go stay at the waiting area.” Jimin spoke as he looked at me with an expression I’ve never seen rest on his face.

Was he angry?

I mean, I’d be angry too if the person who suggested an idea that made me injure myself was still in my sight at the hospital.

Was he in pain?

What if the gash was really deep and it did damage to his eye? Was he going blind? What if it didn’t heal properly? Will he still have both his precious eyes intact? I wouldn’t forgive myself if there were any long lasting scars or defects.

“JiHyun too. It’s very crowded here.” Jimin spoke again as he noticed I hadn’t moved an inch from where I stood at the end of the hospital bed.

I nodded in defeat. Jimin’s Appa walked with me and JiHyun towards the waiting room. We sat down along with other people, it was much quieter and calmer in the waiting room though the thoughts in my mind still ran miles. I can hear JiHyun talking about their taekwondo session and suddenly more thoughts came to my mind.

What if Jimin wouldn’t be able to do taekwondo anymore? What if he couldn’t be their batch’s valedictorian anymore? He worked so hard last year and he’s still managing to achieve top results now. What if I ruined that for him? Would his fellow classmen allow him to be their class president again if he couldn’t see out of his right eye? Will he still have his signature smile with his cheeks rising, jaw stretching, smile lines showing, and perfect crescent eyes—

“Areum? Jimin’s finished, let’s get going now.” Jimin’s father and JiHyun stood over me as I absentmindedly stood up with them.

Was the wait that short or was I so occupied in my head that I hadn’t realized how much time had passed by?

I saw Jimin and Jimin’s mother walk away from the hospital desk and the ride back home in their family sedan was silently deafening. The radio wasn’t even on so all that occupied the silence was the other cars on the road and the blinking of the car signals when we needed to make a turn.

Jimin’s parents hadn’t said anything and if they did then we were out of the conversation. JiHyun was practically falling asleep leaning onto the car window and Jimin had his eyes locked on his window so I never saw the fixed damage to his face.

“Mi Jeong ah! Have dinner at our apartment tonight! You’ve been at the hospital for hours, come eat my Samgyetang!” My mother invited the Parks into our apartment and the Parks politely declined though it was that type of ‘no’ the adults do when they wanted to seem independent of help though always end up saying yes if asked the question twice. It’s like they only say no so that they are persuaded to say yes.

Nevertheless, the Park’s entered our apartment one by one. Jimin still kept his head down though from what I could see, his jaw swelling lessened and had colored his skin a tint of red with a few scratches.

We sat at the dining table as dishes clattered and mouths chewed. I didn’t have much of an appetite and from what I saw Jimin had only sipped soup as he often clenched his fist when he took a bite of chicken.

“Let’s see the damage Jimin ah.” My mother spoke up as Jimin kept his head down.

“Come on Jimin, it's not that bad. The doctor said the swelling and bruising will heal in a few weeks time, and we’ll come back for check ups regularly to check if his eye is healing well. Eight stitches should be barely visible when it’s fully healed.” Jimin’s mother explained with a soft smile.

Jimin lifted up his head and moved his hair around though the side of his face was visible enough to see the extent of his injury. His right eye was swollen and was shut close to show the eight stitches he had.

It looked painful and I couldn’t imagine myself in that pain much less placing him in that pain.

I stood up and excused myself to my room as the adults were now openly chatting and JiHyun had occupied himself in my three year old sister’s presence.

“Areum.”

I heard Jimin close the door of my room though I kept my eyes on the Math homework I had on my desk. Jimin liked Math. I would have asked him to help me on this homework like how I try to help him with History as he despised my favorite subject, but it felt wrong to ask when he was practically walking around with one eye.

“Areum.”

He sounded closer now. Damned his nimble dancing and martial arts coded legs that move in silence.

God, Jimin loved to sing and dance. How would he do both when he only had one eye?

I felt needles behind my eyes and I had to force myself to look up to the ceiling so as to somehow bring the tears back inside my eyes and not drip down on my cheeks. I was aware that it was a weird thing to do. Usually when you feel like crying then you’d keep your head down, but for some reason it felt more right for me to look up. Gravity acts as some source of help as it pushes tears back into me.

I looked back down to my math homework and I could see my fingers trembling.

“Areum, don’t cry.” His voice was ever so soft as he sat on the bed beside my desk.

I forced a glance at his direction and I saw the scratches on the side of his face again. His posture looked sad and weak. His hair is messy and his right eye swollen. He had an ice pack on his hand though he rested it on my bed.

Seeing his state in front of me had forced the tears out of me and he immediately stood up and went to hug me. My homework was long forgotten as I basked in his embrace. I just wanted him to forgive me.

“I’m sorry.” I merely whispered but Jimin only hugged me tighter.

“It’s not your fault, and I’m not that hurt.”

“You— you can’t even see out of your right eye!” I placed space between us to stare back at the stitched eyelids.

“Once it’s healed then it’ll be back to normal, like nothing had ever happened.” He said as if it was that easy. A soft smile graced his features as his right hand went to tuck a few strands of my hair. His fingertips were cold from holding the ice pack but it didn’t bother me.

“Your taekwondo? Can you still do Kendo? Don’t you have your quarterly exams coming? Won’t being class president stress your eye?”

He threw his head back as a chuckle left his lips. It was ironic. He should be the one worried yet he acted like this was a normal occurrence.

“Areum. A scar on my eye won’t stop me from achieving what I want. It’s just like every other injury I’ve had before.” Jimin reassured me though something still nagged at the back of my mind.

“Seriously. Get that frown off your face, it doesn’t look good on you. This is going to heal perfectly fine and I’ll have both of my eyes staring at you by next week.” His tone was light-hearted as he made his left eye widen as he said he’d be keeping an eye on me.

I smiled and his signature smile came back to his face, though only one eye made its crescent shape.

“Your eye better get well soon. I liked your pretty eye smile.”

It was true. Jimin’s eye smiles were the best. Eyes turned into moons and his smile lines and corner dimples would show along with his teeth. It just radiated a different sense of comfort.

“Eye smile?”

“Yeah.” I turned back to face the homework on my desk as Jimin still stood beside me.

“What does that mean?”

“When you smile your eyes smile with you, hence the name ‘eye smile’ obviously.” I shook my head as he chuckled whilst leaning into my desk.

“So sassy.”

“I’m only sassy because no one can help me with my math homework.” I molded my lips into a line as I barely understood the lesson assigned to us.

I always hated when we were assigned to study a topic we haven’t been taught yet to present in class. It makes the teacher’s completely useless, but I can’t argue against the system.

“Are you forgetting that you have this friend that is top of his class and loves Math?” He sounded offended as I looked up at him with a brow raised.

“Yeah, well that friend is currently half blind. He should probably rest and put some ice on his eye.”

Jimin laughed as he went to grab the ice pack from the bed and went back to his position beside me though this time holding an ice pack to his right eye.

“Your friend probably can’t rest when he sees you struggling with Math.” He played along and I could only shake my head.

I took a stool and placed it beside me before I offered him a seat. That was the night that Jimin had taught me all about 2D shapes and the properties of a quadrilateral with one eye, and yet the following morning I still got to lead my team to present and understand the lesson perfectly. I’ll never understand how Jimin does it.

[2010]

“Aish, Jimin ah turn that down!” I scolded as Jimin only sent me a funny teasing face with squinted eyes and puckered lips as he held a microphone in one hand.

“Areumi, stop being a killjoy~~” He sang in his high pitched yet controlled voice as a beat sang from the newly bought karaoke machine.

“Why does Areum get an exception in calling you an honorific, hyung? I’m your brother!” JiHyun whined from his spot on the floor.

“Exactly. You’re my brother, so you have to respect me—“

“Yeah yeah. How is Areum noona exempted from that?” JiHyun cut his older brother off with a repeat of his question.

“Areum is a year younger only, so it isn’t a big deal to me.” Jimin shrugged as he turned back to the television to scroll through the catalog of karaoke songs installed.

“Noona, can I just call you by your name?” JiHyun asked as I took my eyes off the magazine on my lap to look back at the younger boy.

I’ve grown fond of them. I can’t see my life without both of them and their parents. They were a second family to me. Someone I could lean on when troubles arose in our family. Questions like my future in South Korea, Aaron’s future in America, Ahnna’s future. Will we get to go to America and finally spend more time with each other other than the holidays.

I did get to go to America already. Aaron and Appa have a stable life in their studio apartment, though Appa says that we needed to wait a little more to go there, Eomma is growing impatient though. I wouldn’t blame her. We’ve been waiting for eight years, though I wasn’t too elated to leave permanently.

I loved home. I loved our family apartment. I loved school. I loved my friends, and I loved the Parks.

I couldn’t possibly survive without them.

“Yeah sure. You can call me however you like, JiHyun.” I smiled as the younger smiled warmly back at me.

“Could you stop reading that book and sing with me, Eumi!” Jimin whined as I moved my eyes to look up at him. A cute exaggerated pout playing on his lips as I shook my head a ‘no’.

“Ugh! Killjoy!”

I laughed as he turned his back on me sassily before working the remote to keep scrolling through the new released songs.

“What are you reading about anyways? Why is it more important than me?”

I giggled as I heard a genuine pout on his voice though I couldn't confirm it as he kept his back to me.

“What I’m reading about is not as important as you, Jimin.” I reassured with a roll of my eyes that he couldn’t see before continuing.

“I’m just learning English… You are so dher—drah— dramatic.” I spoke the end of my sentence in the English vocabulary I’ve learned, though it was quite difficult to pronounce the longer words.

JiHyun looked back at me with a raise of his brow as Jimin kept his gaze on the television.

“Why English?”

“It’s the universal language first and foremost. It would be great to understand a few English phrases too and Aaron speaks it fluently the last time we saw each other on Christmas. I can tell it felt strange to him to go back to speaking straight Korean.”

JiHyun slowly nodded as his focus on the comic he was holding faltered.

“How is Aaron hyung and Mister Seong?” JiHyun asked.

“They’re doing well. Aaron has a lot of American friends, so it was difficult to understand what they were saying, but I can tell he was enjoying America.”

“Hyung should adjust to you though. He shouldn’t forget to speak his own language just because he’s away.” Jimin spoke sternly. A reaction I didn’t expect from him.

“When is Hyung coming back anyways? It’s been what? Almost ten years? Ahnna is already eight!” JiHyun looked at me expectantly though I didn’t have the answer.

I just shrugged as JiHyun nodded and chewed on his cheek before turning back to close the comic he had in front of him.

“Hyung, pick a song already will you!” JiHyun lightened the air by adding a chuckle as Jimin continued to keep his back to us and scrolled faster through the catalog. I was surprised he hadn’t reached the end yet.

“Ah! Perfect song!” Jimin spoke as he selected the song ‘Only Look At Me’ by Taeyang. A song I frequently hear Jimin hum took our walks towards school.

“Add some dancing too! Let’s see if your after school Just Dance Academy lessons have been worth it.” JiHyun challenged as Jimin turned to face us with a playful smirk and a face that showed that he was ready to give us a performance of a lifetime.

“Eh.” The music started as Jimin looked as though he had channeled his inner soul.

“It’s been on my mind for a while.” Jimin spoke the English with little mistakes and I tried to hide how taken aback I was from hearing him speak English in a setting other than helping with homework.

“Gotta get this off my chest.”

He pointed to his chest before synchronizing his words with how he pointed his hand as if he actually had physically taken something off his chest.

“Before… it’s too late.”

The timbre played before he finished his sentence as the songs melody followed in a lower volume.

Jimin scrunched his face before bringing his free hand back to his chest and bowing down to look at the floor. His face was hidden by his black hair though he kept the microphone close to his lips.

Jimin always had a great voice. It was only enhanced in recent years when he started acknowledging it and properly advancing it through voice practice though in his journey of singing he found dance.

Dance was definitely where Jimin belonged. His body moved with such fluidity, it felt as though he was totally in control of everything. That’s why he had also started going to Just Dance Academy after classes. Sometimes me and JiHyun would tag along too. Their classes would start at five in the afternoon, just giving us enough time to commute to their studio, and end at seven where we would commute back home. His days of dancing and Kendo would alternate throughout the week, though he specifically scheduled two hours of dance in the morning of Saturdays before spending the rest of the weekends at home with us. He claims that weekends were for family though we pushed him to go do what he wants to do as Saturdays are the days where he can go to Dance without being too tired from school.

I can tell Jimin loved to dance. He has loved Kendo and Taekwondo ever since we’ve met. Both him and JiHyun were always so passionate about it, that’s why they had both entered taekwondo and Kendo, but the look in Jimin’s eyes when doing martial arts versus the look he had when dancing was completely different. There was a different type of sparkle. One that I can only assume was filled with passion.

Jimin breathed heavily as he bowed curtsy style when the song stopped and the machine processed his score.

“Bravo! That was incredible Jiminie!” I clapped loudly as he smiled at me with sweat on his forehead and rose tinted cheeks.

Not only did he score relatively high and sang perfectly well without the lyrics’ help, but he also danced a complex mixture of modern and contemporary dance. And despite the occasional heavy breathing, he actually managed to perform like a true performer.

“Ahh! I should’ve recorded that and sent it to Jessica!” JiHyun pulled out his white 2008 Samsung i640 with a teasing glace at his older brother.

Jimin glanced at his brother wide eyed as he walked towards the space on the sofa beside me, kicking his younger brother who sat on the floor below me before he let himself collapse on the sofa.

“Jessica who?” I asked, curiosity sparked by the mention of a name.

“Kim Jessica. Jimin’s crush oooooohhh!” JiHyun teased, as I raised a brow at Jimin to see if it was true, and if it was then why hadn’t I been informed?

“Stop JiHyun. I don’t like her.” Jimin continued to keep his eyes closed whilst leaning on the back pillows of the sofa.

“Yeah right! Just confess hyung. You’re graduating soon anyway.” JiHyun pushed, though it only made the older more irritated as Jimin threw a kick on the back of JiHyun to shut him up.

“Kim Jessica? The girl from Seoul?” I asked as Jessica was actually quite a common name in our middle school.

Jimin opened his eyes to meet mine and his expression was unreadable, though remnants of exhaustion were obvious. Sweat still on his skin though this time he looked at me with furrowed brows that were pushed slightly together and a scrunched forehead.

“Yes Areum, that’s her! Half the guys like her already hyung. Why would you waste your time admiring her from afar when she’s probably entertaining a lot of boys already?” JiHyun asked and this time Jimin sat up on the couch to properly push JiHyun onto the coffee table to shut him up.

“Ow.” JiHyun whined as he faced his older brother with an angry look though it was equally reciprocated as they got into some silent staring competition.

“Eumi yah, it’s already eight in the evening and I have to go to a friend’s dinner party. Get back to the apartment and take care of Ahnna.” Eomma spoke from the Park’s apartment front door with no warning though Jimin’s mother seemed to have expected her to come through.

“Dasom ah, Areumi and Ahnna can sleep over if they’d like. I don’t want you to leave them alone in the apartment late at night.” Jimin’s mother suggested a slight smile took over my lips.

“Oh, I don’t want them to cause trouble—“

“Nonsense Ahjumma! We’d love to have Areumi and Ahnna over! We can watch the Hulk movie before going to bed!” Jimin butted in, losing the staring competition against JiHyun as he assured my mother that they seriously didn’t mind us sleeping over for the night especially since it was a Saturday anyways.

“Okay… Go get a bag with your stuff, Eumi.” My mother agreed as she sent a thankful smile to Jimin’s mother.

“We’ll set up the room to fit all of us!” Jimin stood up as he started to drag JiHyun with him though Mrs.Park stopped the boys.

“Bring your mattresses to the living room. Why don’t you sleep here with the TV and board games.” She suggested, as all it would need to fit two mattresses in the living room would be to move the wooden coffee table and to push the sofa back up against the wall.

Jimin and I connected eyes as the pure excitement of a sleepover overloaded us. As strange as it sounds, in our years of close friendship we barely get to have sleepovers.

Yes, we stayed in each other’s houses and rooms up until ungodly hours playing games, doing homework, and simply having fun in each other’s company but we rarely actually slept in each other’s apartments. Our parents would argue on why it was necessary to sleepover when our apartments were merely five doors apart. We guessed that they didn’t understand the concept of sleepovers.

This was going to be an amazing night!

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