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[miserye]

man i usually avoid manga adaptations for manga's i've read like the plague but they did the apothecary diaries so good i'm like actually losing my mind

[moonstruckme]

Hiii!! Im really obsessed with your camp counsellor!james ,,, do you think you could do like a follow up of the previous one where they go to the bonfire tgt?? Love your writing and have a good day 🫶

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! You have a good day too <3

cw: alcohol

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 897 words

James doesn’t know how much of your closeness to blame on booze. 

It feels a bit silly to be so loose and laughy at nine pm, but he and the other counselors only have until ten thirty before the kids get out of their movie night. James suspects some of them are going to have to take a quick dunk in the lake before they rejoin their campers. 

You’re not the least squiffy there, having had exactly as many beers as James but without the large frame to support them. You’re sitting close enough that your thigh is pressed to his on the wooden log, and when you gesture your arm brushes his bicep with every movement. 

“No, no,” you’re saying, laughter ringing in your tone, “James is the kids’ favorite. No contest.” 

“Ava’s cabin is huge, though,” another counselor argues. “She’s got kids that come back just to see her every year.” 

“Yeah, but it’s only James’ first year.” You don’t catch the bit of pique in the more seasoned counselor’s voice, defending your stance lightly. James, roasting marshmallows for the both of you, keeps his mouth shut. “If he comes back next year, he’d have kids fighting over his cabin for sure.” 

“I could never handle as many kids as Ava does, though,” James says, pulling the flaming marshmallows away from the fire and blowing them out. “Here, lovely, do you have your stuff ready?” 

The distraction works. You hold up your graham crackers and chocolate eagerly, capturing a marshmallow between them and pulling it off the stick. 

“Can’t believe you’re one of those people who just burns the whole thing,” you say. “I expected better from you, James.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were being beggars and choosers tonight.” He glances over as he readies his own s’more supplies, and you’re grinning, your eyes crackling with amusement and something else. “How do you like them done?” 

“I take my time with it, so the outsides are brown but the insides are all melted.” You take a bite, not seeming too displeased despite the subpar quality of his marshmallow roast. “It’s like a brûlée.” 

A laugh trips off James’ tongue. “Oh, it’s like a brûlée, is it? Fancy.” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, polishing off your s’more quickly. James tries not to look too obviously pleased when your head drops to his shoulder. 

He holds his s’more away from your hair, turning towards you to say lowly, “I appreciate the compliments, but you’re gonna get me in trouble. Some of the other counselors have been coming here for years.” 

You make a breathy sound of amusement. “I’m just telling the truth. Look at this.” 

You reach down and take his forearm in your hand. Warmth seems to emanate from your touch. James lets you bring his wrist up to eye level. 

“Basically every kid at camp wanted to make you a friendship bracelet,” you say before letting his arm drop. It lands in the crease between your thigh and James’. “They all love you.” 

Your head moves, face tipping back to look at him. You look really pretty. It’s hardly the first time James has noticed tonight, and certainly not unusual for you, but the firelight plays soft over your features and you’re smiling more than usual so he’s having an especially difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Especially when you look at him like this, all sweet and happy with the light from the bonfire glancing across your eyes and your cheek squished into his shoulder. The sight of you makes James’ stomach ache. 

“You’re everybody’s favorite,” you murmur.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct thrum. You’re so close James can count your eyelashes, can feel your warm breath hitting his chin. If he were to kiss you, he knows you’d taste like graham crackers and chocolate and marshmallows roasted not quite the way you like them. Maybe his lips would still be a little sticky with the same, unwilling to let you go. 

James really wants to kiss you. 

You take in a soft, quick inhale, and then your face turns back the way it was, looking towards the bonfire instead of up at him. 

“That’s how I know no one will get mad at you,” you say. “You’re too easy to love.” 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he replies. He reaches across you to finger the set of bracelets on your own wrist. “And maybe yourself not enough.” 

You make a dismissive sound, nudging James with your elbow. “You’re going to have to bring yours with you if you come back next year. If the kids see you without them, it’ll break their little hearts.” 

“Oh, I’m never taking these things off. Five hundred years from now, someone could dig up my grave and they’d just find a pile of bones and a bunch of string bracelets.” 

Your body shakes against his as you laugh. The sound of it is as bright and clear as the stars above your heads, and in James’ opinion thrice as lovely. 

“I’d be surprised if they last that long,” you say. “Hopefully they’re not the only thing you have to remember this place by.” 

James still wants to kiss you terribly. He appeases the urge by dropping his lips to your head. “No, I’m not worried about that.”

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Guilt: Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @mandy426 @caffeinatedwoman @elefrog25-blog @kmc1989 @toheavenwmydrms

Companion piece to:

Pillow Talk - Alden realises he's a shitty husband.

Two Points For Honesty - Alden makes a confession about his time on the run with Viv.

Wild Flowers - You confront Viv about what happened with Alden.

The Duck Pond - You try to tell Alden how you're feeling.

Wishful Thinking - You realise Alden's not coming home.

It’s after ten pm when Alden gets out of the interrogation room, his eyes are gritty, his back’s sore and there’s a headache brewing right behind his eyes from prolonged exposure to the fluorescents. He’s been locked in that room for four hours trying to illicit a confession from their suspect and so far no dice, something he’s not looking forward to telling Vance when he raps his knuckles on the door.

“Aren’t you supposed to be Gloucester right about now?” Vance asks him as he steps into the room and Alden shakes his head before he takes up residence in the chair across from his director.

“No.” Alden sighs, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “That’s next week.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not.” Vance says as he uses the mouse to navigate his computer, bringing up the vacation calendar. “It’s your wedding anniversary tomorrow right, the 26th?”

It can’t be but Vance is turning the screen around so he can see it and yea, he should be in Virgina right now partaking in a twilight wine and charcuterie event with his wife.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, dread building in his stomach as he studies the screen intently.

Three missed calls, two voicemails and a text.

I’m heading out, it reads. I’ll be turning my phone off for the rest of the night.

No kiss, no smiley face, nada.

You’re done with him, he can tell and Alden, he doesn’t blame you. He’s done some shitty things over the past six months but this tonight, it’s by far the worst.

“I can’t believe I did that.” Alden says as he stares at the screen. He can feel your despondency over through the words as he studies them intently,  his eyes stinging. “I can’t believe I forgot…”

You… He forgot you.

Vance purses his lips together, his fingertips rapping on the surface of the desk before  before he reaches into the bottom drawer and removes a bottle of bourbon and two crystal tumblers.

“You have been under a lot of pressure recently.” He remarks as he begins to decant the amber liquid into the tumblers. “The Raven, this case, working with your ex. I can’t imagine it’s been easy for you or for Lisa.”

“No it hasn’t.” Alden says picking up the glass and staring into its depths. “Lisa’s trying but Viv’s been yanking her chain… The two of us we’ve not really been connecting recently.”

“How long has that been going on?” Vance asks him as he leans back in his chair, his eyes on his friend and Alden swallows hard against the emotion that swells in his chest whenever he thinks about the turning point of your relationship.

“Since The Raven.” Alden says quietly as he sips from his whiskey. “I think it’s more of a me problem then an us problem. I’m… struggling, I guess, to come to terms with the shit that happened, with what almost happened.”

That's the thing that's tearing him apart inside, the other thing he hasn't told you.

“Lisa…” Vance begins, searching for the words. “She’s not like other people, her emotional intelligence is off the charts that’s why she excels in what she does. She knows there's something you're not telling her and a secret like that, it eats at a marriage.”

"You're saying I should just come right out and tell her?" Alden questions, even though it's the last thing in the world he wants to do.

 "I'm saying there are two kinds of guilt.” Vance tells Alden. “The kind that's a burden and the kind that gives you purpose. I think you’ve been letting this weigh you down for too long, you need to utilise it, let it be the fuel that fixes your marriage, let it remind you of the husband you want to be.”

“That is quite a speech.” Alden says finally, setting his glass down on the desk before he raises to feet.

“I take it I won’t be seeing you for the rest of the weekend?” Vance says as he watches Alden head towards the door.

“No.” Alden responds, his hand coming to rest on the handle, his head tilting towards Vance. “It's time to come clean to my wife.”

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[cheriecoke]

𝓭𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 !

the ghost of you: atsushi suspects something is off about dazai. he meets you and everything falls into place

sleepy cuddles

love sick (gn!reader): dazai is nervous to tell you he loves you.

color me blue: mori reveals dazai's true nature as a mentor to akutagawa.

sent to destroy: he promises he's not the devil, but he steals your soul with just a kiss ⋆⋆⋆

bleeding me dry (ONGOING!): it's been decades since you've last seen dazai; your lover & your maker. now that you're finally happy, he's haunting you again with a thousand buried memories ⋆⋆⋆

𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 !

i miss when we first met: you'd always been in love with dazai, but you started to doubt that he'd ever cared for you in return. chuuya, though, had never shown you anything but true affection. ⋆⋆⋆

dating port mafia boss dazai

shining like gunmetal: dazai comes home late, covered in someone else’s blood

his parliament’s on fire: every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s ⋆⋆⋆

by any other name: dazai comes home after a week away, and you stay up late to surprise him with a gift.

running into the sun: you wonder if dazai ever takes a break away from the port mafia

dazai drabbles masterlist (for more of dazai!) ᰔ

𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 !

please come home for christmas: higuchi throws a port mafia christmas party, but you and chuuya are in the middle of an argument.

sleepy cuddles (gn!reader)

sweet serial killer: chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes. ⋆⋆⋆

skin: chuuya's acting different… but you brush it off and don't think anything of it.

𝓯𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓮𝓿𝓼𝓴𝔂 !

cold embrace / provenance: you buy a two hundred year old house with a two hundred year old painting hanging above the mantel. it's not the only thing the previous owner left behind.

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲 !

nightly rituals [dazai + chuuya + sigma + ranpo + fyodor]

seeds of doubt: they comfort you when you feel like you’re not good enough for them [dazai + chuuya + fyodor]

safeguard: they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy [chuuya + pm boss!dazai + akutagawa]

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Nayeon x Male Reader - “Is There Someone Else?”

Surprise, surprise! This is my first full smut work that I will only be posting here in my Tumblr account knowing how strict Wattpad is currently with mature contents like this. I hope yall like this especially those readers of mine who are familiar enough reading smutty fanfic works. However, I wouldn’t consider this being my first time to attempt writing such completely out of my usual only fluffy/angsty one-shots formula and challenge myself on creating something different as I already did it with my other fic titled “Catching Feelings” ft. TWICE Jihyo from the Set 5 line-up of my TWICE: Book Of One-Shots X Reader book (look it up on my masterlist) although that is mainly fluff and the smut is only very short but please understood me if yall might find this boring since I’m still a beginner. Enjoy reading and have a nice day everyone! (A/N: This is inspired from the song "Is There Someone Else?" by one of my all time favorite artists The Weeknd from his awesome album ‘Dawn FM’.) WARNING: Contains mature R+18 content.

The cold, silent night just reached the 9:00 PM mark. You were sitting in the couch, legs crossed and sporting a strict demeanor staring at the door, waiting for your girlfriend who just knocked and made her way inside by opening it.

"I'm home." She said as she saw your figure already prepared to welcome her as she entered the house. Nayeon didn't even bother to notice at your strange aura at first, not until when she removed her shoes and shoulder bag off her body.

"Where did you go?" You asked her in a monotonous tone.

"I went out with friends, why?" She asked you while raising her brow.

"Plural. You sure there's more than you and whoever guy it may be that you're with earlier?" Now your arms crossed and glared at her weakly, shifting your presence to an authorative image.

"Jihyo and Jeongyeon were also with me and Junghee when we went strolling at the mall." She clarified, but that didn't satisfied you enough. You have another plan in mind to play with your rules, to ensure her glory of you believing her words.

"Oh okay then. But I assume that despite they are around, he's still stuck on your side through most of the time; isn't it?"

"YN, where are we heading with this? A-are you suspecting me?" She questioned confusingly, her brows are now knitted to one another.

"You won't answer my question?" You didn't responded to her own concern, throwing back the same treatment to her. Standing up from the couch that shortly became uncomfortable for the first time as you're facing her with all these worrying what ifs in your head, you slowly trailed across her.

"YN?"

Towering at her frame, inches close against each other; you pursed your head in her collar and sniffed. "I won't mind not receiving any answers from you, I already can tell it anyway based from his smell lingering your clothes.", you said; mentioning that familiar expensive perfume only suitable for men like you.

She stepped back, separating herself away from you with judgmental look in her face. "What the hell? So you really are thinking that I'm secretly meeting up with him without your knowing?"

"How can you blame me so, Nayeon?" You didn't circled the topic any longer, revealing your side and what urged you to confront her like this tonight. "It's been days since you keep on leaving the house with all your short and lacking excuses, and you just take my permissions I give to you as your advantage, without having any idea that I'm holding myself to beg you not to go Nayeon."

"Don't you see? We almost had a little amount of time to spend alone together, and I just want you to stay with me and enjoy having you on my side everyday but... what you're doing just starts to fill up these... doubts and uneasiness in me that you- you're hiding something from me that I don't wanna know." Nayeon frowned as she finally realized and understood why you suddenly became observative and moody with her. It was all her fault, she owned. She knows that she didn't do it with all intention or want to find ways not to have you moving around from her because of the thought that she maybe-

Oh no. She halted from processing your words in her mind, but it didn't prevented her for hearing additional question that you have in store for her.

"Nayeon, is there someone else? Was there a chance that this person is trying to take you away from me?" You asked her straightfully. Staring deep into her eyes that widened as she heard that huge question setting your relationship with her on line with it, she wandered at your pityful state. Eyes are droopy, lips curved in reverse, sadness visible in your face.

"N-no, no! YN! Never. Don't think of that, okay? I love you and only you! Ask Jeongyeon and Jihyo, they’ll tell you that I’m right!" She frantically said as she cupped your cheeks with both of her big, slender hands.

You remained unmovable with the entire view of Nayeon's beauty that you don't want to lose, desperately assuring you that she don't want the same either.

From the tone of her words, she is nearly getting you believe from it. But, you still don't want to disregard what you prepared for her to do tonight. Take it as something you and her definitely need. It has been a week that both you and her won't share any intimate moments together, and this is opportunity laid in front of you tonight to do so.

You gently removed her hands from pressing your cheeks, much to Nayeon's shock especially when she had contact from your head movement doing a disapproving shake.

Stepping away from her this time, Nayeon nervously hops in her feet as her body began to shiver in fear. "W-what? YN! No, please! What do I need to do for you to believe me?"

That question perfectly activated the go signal to do your plan. Slowly glancing at Nayeon who seems to be almost emotional in front of you, you tried to compose your bland expression to her. You want her to submit for you tonight, she is playing your game... and you're the one in charge of her.

You sat back from your couch. "Take off your clothes."

Nayeon looked at you puzzledly. "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat again, I said, take off your clothes. Turn around as you do it."

Nayeon gulped at your unexpected request. If she's eager to earn your forgiveness and this is the solution you require, she won't protest at all to follow; you're her boyfriend anyways and to be honest, she's been wanting this to happen with you since from the start when you and her became official.

She turned around, her back figure is now facing you. Starting off with her belt, she began to unlock and dishevel it from her waist; hanging it at the back of the chair.

Her hands went to the zipper behind her rose designed red and white colored blouse and unzipped it, allowing the clothing to adjust for her to pull it upwards slowly from her top area. Her white laced bra aligning at the width of her gorgeous back is now open for you to witness and began enjoying it.

Half-naked, Nayeon proceeds with her skirt that matches with the apperance of her blouse; detaching the button and slip it down from her feet. She bended down, her brown hair fell and nearly reached the floor but you didn't cared that much when there's a more distracting part of hers that you have to focus on rather.

Her plump round ass hidden by her matching white panties effectively got you aroused. It would lose eventually compared to the other sight made by Nayeon when she turned around and present you her front side. You can definitely see her B-cup sized breasts encapsulated by her white bra which caused your dick to began harden on your shorts.

Nayeon saw the formation of tent done by your erected shaft, the lust in her barging to take control. She unawaringly grinds her thighs together as you stood up in front of her.

You wrapped your arm around her small waist, pushing her closer to you. Your hidden friend bumped at Nayeon's abdomen which made the woman whimper. "God, you're so heavenly attractive Nayeon."

You kissed Nayeon on the lips, tongue engaged on dancing to the rhythm with each other's movements. Breaking off your make-out session with her, you carried her up by lifting her ass; her legs locked around your waist.

Entering to your bedroom that is now willingly shared with your girlfriend, you entered and laid Nayeon on the bed; dropping her weight without care; as if it would hurt her crashing down to your bed's soft mattress.

Positioning on top of her, you kissed her again on the lips; caressing the locks of her hair from the side while she does the same from the back of your head.

"Tonight, I just want you to show me that I'm all yours."

Nayeon only nodded, she didn't want to speak for now. All she wants is to anticipate the incoming pleasure to be sent by you and her from each other's bodies.

You leaned away from her face before removing your shirt and throwing it aside. Lowering down and kneeled beside the bed, you began praising her godly sculptured body by showering kisses through her legs, knees, and those healthy thighs.

Nayeon huffed in the air as the sensation arises when you matched your kisses with gentle touches from your hands roaming in her smooth skin.

Your face meets her shielded treasure. Annoyed at the distraction, your fingers dug onto the bands and pulled her panties away as she helps you by raising both of her legs.

Her juicy, pink pussy that is now obviously desperate of your attention has now freed. Your thumb and the rest of your fingers first massaged the underside and the corners of her ass, thighs and her pussy to take your time teasing her.

"P-please eat me, baby. Don't tease me any longer, it needs you."

You obliged at her pleads. Your active hands paused for a while to hold her thighs open for you to comfortably move as you began licking her slit with your tongue, earning a sexy alluring moans and heavy breathing from your lover.

It continues as you savor the taste of her delicious pussy, biting and sucking off her flesh and nub before you entered your two fingers inside her walls as you stimulate her clit.

"Mmmhhh Y-YN yes, right there. Oohhh yeah keep eating me please."

Her hands leads to your hair as she gripped it to push your face closer on her needy and horny pussy, already dripping wet from the tongue and finger fucking you're giving to her.

You began increasing the speed of your fingers inserting in and out of her tight hole along with your flicking and wiggling of your tongue to her bloated clit.

"Ooohhh yesss Y-YN oh my god I'm cumming I'm cumming!!!"

Nayeon shouts as slimy and sticky juices of her sprayed all over your face in response to the orgasm you elicited on her. Her squirt took a little longer before it stopped, you tasted her own sweet fluid first before heading on next to other spots that deserves appreciation too.

You left a trail of kisses to her nicely built torso, over and under her belly button. She watches your head arises until it finally stops right in front of her cleavage.

In the assistance of your slick hands, you unclipped the front of her bra between the cups before taking it off, letting those small but handful and round breasts slightly jiggle in your eyes.

Licking your lips, you groped those mounds with every random directions, massaging those firm pillows as they gave a marshmallow feeling in your hands.

"Them also, YN. You can suck those tits, baby."

With regards to her command, you began sucking on her nipples and circle your tongue around those brown areolas. Giving those bosoms fair treatment, you switched side by side; one hand playing while the other being sucked carefully by you.

Nayeon moaned at how actually good it feels of your mouth tasting her delicious orbs. She begged more and more for you to keep doing it until you decided to finish worshipping her body by kissing her chest, shoulder, neck, cheeks until it brought you back again to her candy lips.

"You can't be the only one being pleasured, baby. Help me too with this. Hang your head at the edge of the bed for me."

She listened, pushing her body more to let her upsided head flailing out of the bed's surface. You get out from her and stood in front of her as you removed your short, making her gasp and sprung her eyes out at your engorged length of your big cock now escaped from your clothed prison.

Directing your shaft at her lips first to ready herself, you slowly pushed forward and successfully entered her mouth as you slowly fucked her upside down face with your pair of full balls dangling above her nose.

You moaned and whimpered at how awesome her mouth and that soft tongue rotating around your girth to add the satisfying sensation which encouraged you to got faster on your fucking.

Gurgles and slurps from Nayeon sucking your cock echoed in the bedroom. You grasped her bouncing breasts for attention as you continued drilling her mouth until you reach your end.

"Nayeon, I'm cumming! Take it all!!!"

Three last strokes is all it takes for you to gave up and release your streaks of pearly white cum to flood Nayeon's available mouth. You pumped your cock a little bit more to ride your orgasm before you slipped off, allowing Nayeon to easily swallow your cream.

Going back to business, you kneeled in front of Nayeon's body still laid on her back to the bed. Giving each other trusting nods, you inserted your dick inside her pussy. It made Nayeon's lower half shiver as she willingly takes all of your length until you're balls deep inside of her.

Slow and careful rhythm is what you gave Nayeon to let her indulge the feeling. You leaned forwards and kissed Nayeon passionately while you remained grinding on her.

Soon your pace became faster, her legs now encircled around your body not wanting to let you go. Her moans and groans gets louder to join you too as both were now in a midst of a wonderful sensation.

"Oh God, you're so tight Nayeon! You're gripping my cock so bad."

"Mmm ughhh yes yes YN pound me faster, harder! You're filling me up inside."

"I'm about to cum, Nayeon!"

"D-do it outside, babe. I'm not safe yet."

Her support and encouragement has what led you to chase the impending finish of your composure as you finally fired the shots of your second load straightly aimed on Nayeon's valley between her breasts, her torso and above her pulsing pussy.

The adrenaline cursing in your veins, pressure and efforts you poured in to assure that you are indeed pleasing your girlfriend's desires has what led you to tire yourself down, sending your body to lay beside Nayeon who is now resting after giving her a great missionary fucking.

"I'm still up for one last round. Care to join me, love?"

"Yeah me too. With you and this great sex were having? Always." She turned her head at you and smiled gracefully.

"She's indeed loyal to me. I have to apologize for her later."  You took a mental note for yourself. Those choice of words that she replied at you fulfilled the reassurance of your trust and safety of your current relationship with her.

Your happiness and gratitude outranked all emotions that the entire 2 years and counting of having Nayeon as your girlfriend won't get interrupted and ended up getting wasted because this woman beside you will remain sharing the same undeniable and unmatched love with you.

You kissed Nayeon again as a gesture on behalf of everything that fills in your heart solely because of her before turning her body sideways, her back is now facing you again as you slapped one of her asscheeks emitting a gasp and hisses from your pretty lady.

Groping her petite breasts while she reaches for your cock to harden again, it didn't last long for your wood to reaawakened before aligning it on the crack of her ass and inches by inches you managed to bury your dick inside Nayeon's rear.

You instinctively felt her move a little to adjust herself at your size so you remained frozen for seconds, not wanting to do it if it'll only result hurting Nayeon. Your main purpose was to have a good time and catch up with all those times you and her haven't got to enjoy being together as couple.

She gave you a few pats on your wrist to signal you that she's now okay, so you hold one of her legs and hooked it up while your other one went beneath on her curves and caressed her breast as you started fucking her in a spooning position.

Claps, moans, grunt and squeaks of the bed were the only noises audible inside the bedroom as you and Nayeon would perform one last make-love and vanilla sex in the middle of the young night.

Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, enveloping and pumps your entire length where at this point you don't know if you can last longer of pounding her from behind.

She reaches for your head and pulled it closer against her, kissing you head while you sync it with your fingers tugging her nipples, squeezing her soft flesh and increased pace of your cock jamming her occupied hole.

Few more strokes is what all it takes for you to meet the brim of your end as you released another batch of your load for the third time inside her reddened peach and fill it without dispute.

You slowly removed your beaten and throbbing cock stained with both of your fluids out of her used, gaped asshole that is now overflowing with a few amount of your cum, dripping down to her ass and thighs.

Nayeon is now cuddling beside you, still both naked in the bed, resting from the effects of engaging such great sex from both lovers. She looks up on you which you noticed from your peripheral vision.

"I really do love you, YN. I hope what we just had tonight speaks it all. D-do you believe me now?"

You looked back at her and flashed a timid smile. "I am. And I'm sorry that it crossed my mind to bring you into this. I-I just missed being close with you, Nayeon. I really thought there's a man out there that is now close to your heart as much as I do.

I got scared, Nayeon. I didn't want to lose my spot. I wanted to keep you close and I don't wanna be hurt and left alone. If ain't gonna be with you then I don't wanna be like that anymore."

Thankfully, Nayeon smiled at your understandable reason; caressing your chest then your hair. She was touched and softened at your frown knowing how sincere you were at your explaining.

"I'm sorry too if I made you feel like that, YN. I didn't meant to do it, I swear. Maybe I got too caught up on hanging out with my friends because I haven't seen them for months. For Junghee, I have no interest in him okay? In fact, he's already seeing another woman."

You looked at her in surprise. "Oh, wait. Really?"

She nodded innocently. "Yup. His smell that you noticed on me a while ago also, well we discussed it in dislike with Jeongie and Ji too that his perfume is very strong our noses couldn’t handle inhaling it too much whenever we get near to him. It kinda annoys me now that when he slipped on the mall and I catched him from his back, his smell passed onto me.”

"Damn it, now I even feel bad that I didn't even let you speak your side." You said with regret as you facepalmed.

Nayeon laughed and slapped your chest not so harshly. "I don't mind about it. Atleast you gave me a great first time sex with you tonight. That's what matters to me now."

"Can't wait for more of this next time." She added as a hot whisper to your ear. You smirked, remembering what she said and definitely you would love to share that level of intimacy with her all over again.

"Oh you don't know how much I look forward to it."

She squeezed herself more into your body, her breast is now compressed to your arm. "I love you, YN. Every single time. I would never look for other, why would I if I have the best man with me that I can cherish for the rest of my life. So please, I'm sorry and don't be afraid anymore babe. I'm staying with you until the end."

You kissed her in the forehead and hold her hand. "I know, and so am I. I forgive you, Nay. I love you too so much that I would literally want to be with you forever."

Both of you kissed again on the lips before none dared to speak after. You observed that Nayeon already slept within your arms.

Tracing the features of this exceptional beauty that chose you out of all the guys around in this world, you can help anymore but to release a few streams of your tears filled with joy based from what Nayeon entirely told you earlier.

There's really no someone else other than you. To think that you would gladly spend the rest of your life with Nayeon, her heart and soul in safe hands; you began to form a new plan in your mind that will place yourselves one step closer to the next chapter of your love story with Nayeon: prepare for your engagement ring and proposal that you will give to her soon.

[slavicbee]

The Assassination Attempt On Robert Fico, The Slovak Prime Minister

There is a lot of information going around in the media, since the situation is unfolding. I will attempt to cover the most important details for those who are interested.

Firstly, here is an English article (from BBC) so that you can read more about what unfolded. According to this article, at least three shots could be heard. Robert Fico, the PM, was wounded in the chest area, grabbed by his three security guards and escorted into his car. He was transported to the hospital via a helicopter.

The Attempt happened after a congress meeting in the city of Handlová roughly around 4PM local time. You may read more about the congress here: (Aktuality.sk)

Zuzana Čaputová, Peter Pellegrini, Petr Pavel, Andrej Danko, Juraj Blanár, Michal Šimečka, Igor Matovič, and some other factions, have already given their statement condemning the attack. (Aktuality.sk) Also, here is Petr Fiala and here is Olav Scholz, and here are the Polish political leaders.

Also, Andrej Danko, the vice minister of the Slovak Parliament, is currently blaming the Slovak liberal opposition. (Aktuality.sk) Additionally, the coalition as a whole blames the media and polarised population as a potential reason why this took place.

He is currently in a potentially life-threatening condition.

This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some pictures from around the time of the attempt. This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some video footage. View at your own discretion.

The police suspects a 71-year old man from the city of Levice, who was in legal possession of a firearm. (Aktuality.sk)

I will try to update when I get my hands on some more English sources.

[miss-nandini]

Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

[partisan-by-default]

An undersea power cable that runs between Finland and Estonia was disconnected on Christmas Day. Finland is pretty sure that Russia is to blame. On Thursday, Finnish authorities boarded an oil tanker that is part of Russia’s “shadow fleet” used to dodge sanctions and that just so happened to be spotted passing over the EstLink 2 underwater cable as it stopped working, according to the Financial Times.

Per The Guardian, the incident happened at 12:26 pm local time on Wednesday, and Arto Pahkin, Finland’s head of operations for the electricity grid, immediately said sabotage could not be ruled out. Finnish authorities have also confirmed that damage was caused to at least three other cables, potentially part of the same incident.

This led to the seizure of Eagle S, an oil tanker registered to the Cook Islands but believed to belong to Russia. The ship’s tracking data suggests it was carrying oil from Russia to Egypt, but apparently made room to cause some chaos along the route. Authorities believe the ship’s anchor, which could not be found on the ship, was used to cut the cables.

The Eagle S is believed by authorities to be part of Russia’s shadow fleet, which the country has been using since the start of its war with Ukraine to evade Western sanctions. The fleet consists of old, rickety vessels that Russia obscures its ownership of using a variety of techniques including labyrinthian management structures, frequent cargo transfers between vessels, falsified information, identification system blackouts, and other schemes. It’s believed the country operates about 600 ships as part of its off-the-books oil business. Because many of these ships carry oil and are poorly maintained, they often violate modern safety standards and ignore regulations, resulting in additional harm including oil spills.

[crazycurly-77]

Bob (16/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 16 of 24: 01:00 pm - 02:00 pm

01:20:12 p.m.

On the coast of Virginia:

As usual, the investigators did their work. They took photos, made sketches, took measurements and secured evidence.

The only visible injury of the body was a single bullet hole right in the heart.

"He must’ve known his murderer. The shot is too precise for anything else," Gibbs guessed.

"It's a shame, I was hoping he could tell us where the admiral's body went," Tony regretted.

"He's pretty quiet now," the boss next to him muttered. At that moment you came over to them and asked: “What are we going to do with those three youngsters over there?”

Gibbs turned to you and simply answered: “Talk to them.”

“But they’re scared as shit and can’t get a word out!” you protested rather listlessly.

The boss just looked at you as if he was about to send you to the penalty box.

So you rolled her eyes and went over to the three of them to try to talk to them.

“Why me? Can’t Tony do that?” you complained in your mind. You turned to him experimentally and looked at him. Maybe you could swap jobs?

But he grinned broadly at you… there was probably no chance that he would agree to a swap.

01:21:56 p.m.

In an abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest in Virginia:

“What do you want from me?” asked John.

At first the senator didn’t answer, he just looked at him. He took another leisurely drag on his cigar, blew out the smoke and then said: “Bob called me… and he’s not happy.”

John groaned in incomprehension and said: “What doesn’t he like? Is the helicopter the wrong color? Did he want a pink one?”

Flowers snorted contemptuously: “You should be careful what you say. He has his ears everywhere.”

John laughed: “Even in the toilet?” he asked provocatively. “Relax, no one will find us here,” he tried to calm the senator.

“Are we suspected?” he wanted to know.

“No. The cops questioned Jack and me, but I made sure that all the evidence pointed to the Colonel and Jack.”

“And they’re buying it?” Flowers asked suspiciously.

Domingo rolled his eyes again, casually put his hands in his pockets and answered:

“Yes. Jack has enough on his plate, he's already made sure of that himself."

01:43:32 p.m.

Jack Smith's apartment, Quantico:

Jack entered his apartment and didn't know what to do. He had done exactly what the Colonel had asked of him.

He went to the investigators and confessed. He told them everything and tried to be as convincing as possible. He was ready to take the blame and yet they let him go.

What will happen now? Now the Colonel will surely make sure that his career in the Marines is over.

Jack lovingly pulled his new girlfriend into his arms: "I missed you, my darling." She sighed, hugged him and whispered: "I missed you too." She kissed him and asked: "How did it go?" He sighed and lowered his head: "I told the cops everything the colonel asked me to do, but I'm afraid they don't believe me."

"Maybe you'll get away without punishment after all?" She tried to encourage him.

He shook his head: "No, I don't think so. The boss of them seemed to see right through me."

He sighed heavily again, dropped his arms and went to the bathroom.

When he closed the door behind him, she took her cell phone and wrote a text message: "It didn't work."

01:54:08 p.m.

NCIS headquarters, director's office:

He had followed an order. That was his job. Leading employees, but also carrying out orders from higher-ups.

Was he happy with that? Most of the time. But giving up responsibility for an important case that directly affected them... was another matter.

But the order was clear: no further investigations by NCIS into the missing helicopter and the Admiral's murder. The situation was not good.

The case should be thoroughly investigated and solved, but if he allowed that to happen, he would be risking his career.

At that moment he received a call:

"Puempel," he answered.

He listened in silence and turned pale. There was another dead body... Colonel Fuller.

A stolen helicopter, of whose existence nobody knew until it was stolen, and now two dead Marines. And they weren't allowed to do anything. Their hands were tied.

But it was time to fight and to take unusual paths if necessary.

1:58:42 p.m. ... the clock was ticking…

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[honeysmokedham]

@mortemoppetere

[pm] Not exactly. [user tries to figure out how to word this, because he suspects nora might be mad at him for not saying anything sooner.] Picked up a curse on that stolen necklace case last week. Need to get the necklace back to break it, and the lady who owns it isn't playing nice. Gonna have to steal it. And I know you like stealing.

[PM] [User sends a video a drawing she made of days Emilio has stayed out of trouble counter. It's her erasing the one and putting a zero] So much for always being honest with me huh? Didn't you tell me everything was fine two days ago? Honestly I blame myself. I should have known you couldn't last a week without me. Don't worry, Mimi I'm on my way.

[User decides she's given him enough shit] Steal a cursed necklace from a lady. Sounds easy. I can do it. Where does she live?

[otdiaftg]

The group walks further into the house and stops as Nicky see's Luther in the kitchen.

Luther Hemmick was a tall, rake-thin man with a severe face. He didn't have much hair left but he kept a pepper beard trimmed short and neat. Even across the room Neil could see the tense set to his shoulders. Luther wasn't looking forward to this reunion anymore than Nicky was. Neil hoped that Luther was uncomfortable because he intended to relax old prejudices. Maria went straight to the stove to check on dinner, making herself busy and abandoning the conversation as quickly as she could. Luther didn't look at her but took his time inspecting his guests. His expression didn't change as he considered Neil and Kevin, and he didn't linger long on them. Neil didn't think it his imagination that Luther stared longer at Andrew than he did his own son. It made him wonder if Luther suspected Andrew's involvement in his sister's death, and whether or not some part of Luther blamed him either way. Nicky said Andrew's release from juvie drove Tilda deeper into her depression and drugs. Maybe Luther regretted ever finding out Andrew existed. Neil distracted himself by looking around the room, from the small crosses and biblical quotes hanging on the walls to the catalogue perfect kitchen. The square table only had two chairs by it, but the back door was open. The screen door was closed, but Neil could see through it to a deck. A larger table was back there and already set to accommodate all of them. "Nicky," Luther finally said. "Aaron, Andrew." Nicky had gone mute, but Aaron said, "Hey, Uncle Luther." Luther smiled, but it was faint. He looked at Neil and Kevin again. "I am Nicky's father. You may call me Luther. Welcome to my home." "Thank you for having us," Kevin said. "You can set that down in here," Luther said with a look at Neil's racquet. He waited until Neil propped it against the wall, then motioned to the back door. "Please get comfortable. Dinner will only be another minute."

Day: Sunday, November 12th Time: 4:07 PM EST

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Fast Food- Travels

Designed to be read on its own, but you can find part 1 here and part 2 here.

Those were the days! No stress, no struggle, no weight of an inexorable prophecy hanging over my head. Just me, eating and sleeping as I pleased.

My first stop had been Saints-burrow, the town closest to my home. The humans there had hair like flax and skin like the earth, their skirts thick with spun valli-wool. They tended the fields with cheer, and welcomed me with open arms. 

Kindness was as rampant as tallgrass there, an endless flow of generosity the likes of which I'd never encountered. There was no need to steal, thieve or burgle, for they were all too willing to give it to me for free. 

I spent two years in the local inn, spinning tales to the tavern's regulars in exchange for a steady supply of ale and bread (though I suspect they would've given it to me for free), before I felt the itch to travel. 

Somedays I sit and wonder what happened to those people, to their children's grandchildren. I wonder if they would have wept to see what became of their kindness. I wonder if they would blame me and curse themselves for being so generous toward me.

My wandering feet, or wings, as the case came to be, took me down to Nyctomachia, the land of a thousand gods.

My first night there had been thoroughly godless, however. It had been a gloomy night, like many others to come, full of rain and mist. Amidst the dampness, I stumbled across the corpse of a man, dressed in the rich purple fabrics of high nobility. His chest leaked blood like a fireflower blooming out of his heart, and his pockets held nothing but death. There was still one thing to take, however, and I, ever the pragmatist, took it with both hands.

That night, I slept under the plush covers of a dead man's bed, wearing his face, donning his silk nightgown. Oh, and screwing his lovely, obliging spouse. I do suspect they knew all along that I was an imposter, and I do suspect they didn't care.

I came to discover that Nyctomachia held an array of wonders for me. There were the night markets, where people were crushed together and trinkets hung off the walls, ripe for the taking. There were the galleries, where an established gentleman such as my current identity could waltz in, and, in the form of a rather grotesque street rat, flee with stolen goods. Best of all, there was the Undercity.

It was a hidden network of tunnels, spreading across the entire city, home to every inhuman thinkable. All manners for creatures lived there, from ghouls, goblins and vampires, to harpies, dryads and even a few centaurs. I, to my shock, fit right in. 

I spent my days mimicking Sir Armuin Kinaei the twelfth, lounging about looking pretty while my spouse managed the estates. I spent my nights gambling away my stolen goods and getting drunk on spirit-mead, gossiping in bad pidgin the whole time. I spent fourty years like that, twenty carefree years that ended with my spouse dying on me.

It wasn't a sudden thing. Everyone had seen it coming a long way. Humans only lived for so long after all, and Akati was not young when I met them. It still hurt. It still hurt a lot.

It hurt enough that I disappeared into the night and never returned, leaving my possessions to the living who I held dear. I suppose it was just too much for my heart to bear, to watch any more of my friends die.

Little did I know my heart was fated to experience far worse hurts.

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[girlactionfigure]

Realtime Updates

🚨LARGE BOMBING IN KERMAN, IRAN AT ENEMY GENERAL’S U.S. ASSASSINATION COMMEMORATION… 2-4 bombs set off, reports of 100+ killed, 170+ wounded.  Iran blames Israel, no claims of responsibility from Israel (and Iran has plenty of enemies, and mass bombing a public event is not Israel’s style).

⬆️ Northern Front 🗞 Airstrikes in Markaba, a-Labuna, Ayta Ash Shab.  Rockets at Dovev.  Over 25 IDF air force strikes today.

Hezbollah leader Nasrallah to speak at 6:00 PM Israel/Lebanon time.  Anti-tank missile hits electric infrastructure near Malkia, knocking out power.

⚠️BE PREPARED… with the risks from Gaza having lowered, most (not in or affected by army service) have returned to normal life routines.  This is a tense moment and the possibility of a major attack from the north is real.  Listen and follow ALL Homefront Command instructions.  Taking precautions this evening and tomorrow in Israel is wise.  Homefront command in Israel (only works in Israel) https://www.oref.org.il/en

⬇️ Southern Front 🗞 Rockets from Gaza to near-Gaza towns, 1 round.

Holes drilled through walls, looks like a dryer air vent, it’s an RPG shooting position, or anti-tank missile shooting position, or sniper position.  Other times it might simply be an observation position - to direct fire of one of the above.  Combat teams are frequently finding shooting positions and observation positions…

In Kherbat Ahzaza, IDF combat teams located and destroyed observation posts and anti-tank launching positions, and a tunnel shaft in a school.  Interestingly the school included laminated pictures of different types of weaponry… ‘children, can you say soccer ball?  grenade?  RPG?��  

In Khan Yunis, IDF forces pushing deeper into the city.  Terrorist attempted to attach a bomb to a tank, he and his squad taken out by drone strike.  Weapons captured, safe with hundreds of thousands of shekels captured (thanks for the war effort donation Hamas!), munitions production facility bombed.

In Tupach Michlal, an enemy drone squad was eliminated by drone strike.

IDF warns civilians to evacuate Nizirat.

In destroying a tunnel network in southern Gaza yesterday, the IDF used TONS of explosives and blew up the network and the whole neighborhood above.

Enemy claims to have shot down an IDF Hermes 900 observation drone via a shoulder launched anti-aircraft missile.  Analysis: possible.

➡️ Eastern Front 🗞 Counter-terror, (enemy report) IDF blows up an explosives lab and whole building in Noor Shams, Tulkarm.  In East Jerusalem, suspects arrested, building in Jebel Makbar, East Jerusalem prepared for demolition.

🚢 Red Sea Front 🗞 The Houthis attacked a ship in the Red Sea after it did not respond to calls.  Houthis say the CMA CGM Tage was attacked.  French shipping company CMA CGM said “the vessel did not suffer any incident” and was sailing through the Red Sea toward Alexandria, Egypt.

▪️ECONOMY - In the 12th week of the war, public spending reached 11 billion shekels - a jump of 19.2% compared to an average week, headed towards recovery.

▪️US SEC STATE - to visit Turkey on Shabbat, Israel on Monday.

▪️HEZBOLLAH LEADER HAS BEGUN SPEAKING… after a delay.  So far: pays tribute to the assassinated commander and companions. Salutes martyrs.  Speaks of good results for Palestine, Lebanon, Syria and Iraq.

▪️IRAN ON THE MOVE IN SYRIA - (enemy’s enemy report) IRGC are evacuating their bases in northern Syria.

▪️HOSTAGE KILLED - The IDF has notified the family of hostage Sahar Baruch that he was killed during an attempt to rescue him on December 8, and says is unable to determine the cause of death at this stage, it is unknown if he was murdered by Hamas or killed by Israeli fire.  Two IDF soldiers were seriously wounded in the failed hostage rescue attempt.

▪️IDF PUBLISHES PROOF OF USE OF CHILDREN as spotters, ammunition carriers, and messengers, as well as sending them to indoctrination camps with weapons training.

▪️TUNNEL LOCATED - JUDEA… IDF forces locate tunnel in the area of Kfar Tarkomia near Hebron, headed towards the town of Salem.

▪️MK’s WHO LIVE IN JUDEA-SAMARIA GIVEN VESTS AND HELMETS… due to increased security concerns, by the Knesset Guard and recommended by the police.

▪️3 TERRORISTS ARRESTED IN ARGENTINA… possibly planning terror attack against Jewish community. (N12)

▪️HIGH COURT RULES… it is ordered to postpone the applicability of Amendment No. 12 to the Basic Law: The Government regarding the arrangement of the Prime Minister (and under what basis he can be suspended as PM), so that it will enter into force at the beginning of the 26th Knesset term. This is because it is a distinctly personal amendment that constitutes an abuse of the Knesset's constituent authority.

⬆️ Northern Front 🗞 Airstrikes continue at a heavier pace than previously.  Hezbollah has fired 6 very-large rockets at Israel.

⬇️ Southern Front 🗞 Heavy fire in the Sheikh Radwan area, north Gaza and IDF Navy firing at west Gaza targets.

➡️ Eastern Front 🗞 IDF operating in Jenin, Jericho and Qalqilya to make arrests. Firefight during the operation in Jenin.  Tulkarm, IDF dozer hit by huge IED (via enemy video). 

🚢 Red Sea Front 🗞 (no updates)

[mulherergativa]

Hey all. Thanks so much for being friends with me. It's been nice. I realized that my parents don't understand the pain that I am in. Nobody understands the pain that I'm in. Nobody in real life will feel the stress and predicament where I'm never understood, never felt like I'm worthy, never feel like I'm human. I asked a doctor checkup today, and they said no because my mum suspected that I was faking it. That the loneliness can be easily fixed but never posits an option; and blames me for healing my pain too late. They think me of being malicious every time I wanna do something good. Same with the people around me. I can't take it anymore, because they think of me as a spoiled brat who wants everything to be 'perfect'. I can't live like this anymore since I have no support from my parents, let alone the people immediate of me. I realized that they don't know my passions and have no empathy for me anymore. My parents don't even feel sad for my loneliness anymore, that "it's your fault, your choices, etc" and that she won't feel pity for me. I have no mobility to go anywhere, and I need to leverage their support to move abroad to safety. I'm not sure how I would find the place that I was promised. I don't have the funds without them, I can't find anything to appease them. I wanna feel safe, but I can't. They think I'm too egotistical and immature, and are keeping me in a situation where I can't win. They don't understand my needs, my wants, none. They don't feel any empathy in my emptiness in life. I love you all but I don't see where I can progress from here. Nobody can finance me, nobody can care for me fully. I have never felt love and never will. I'm not sure how to move on. I'm sorry, peace, Sylvia. [8:40 PM] I'm sorry. [8:40 PM] I wanna be alive. I wanna feel alive.

[that-darn-clown]

hi. had some thoughts about something.

so like. there's a Fazbear Frights story about, well, Fazbear's Fright/Fnaf 3, featuring a character named Hudson.

now...technically speaking, "What We Found" is canon in Blurred Lenses. but not in the way you'd think.

and by that i mean "it's My timeline/characterization of William, so I get to do whatever the fuck i want"

for one thing, Hudson gets...a happier ending here (even if he gets maimed/mauled a little, but y'know. He Doesn't Fucking Die, At Least).

another thing to note: William has an uncanny ability to effectively draw abused and/or neglected children (or those who once Were children) to him like moths to a flame. this will be important, and i'll let you figure out how.

so now...onto a summary of what happens to Hudson.

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it's 2008, and Fazbear Entertainment (or, to be more accurate, what's left of them) decides to open a "museum" of sorts to showcase the company's darker history, with a "pizzeria recreation" section made out of old artifacts found at the old locations (with an emphasis placed on NOT TOUCHING ANYTHING) where the security office and certain emergency exits were found. they had...a few different night shifts, unlike the pizzerias themselves (which only had one): the 6-9 PM shift, the 9 PM-12 AM shift, and, of course, the infamous 12-6 AM shift.

enter Hudson, a young man just trying to get a fresh start to life, gets a job as the 9-12 guard. after leaving home (mostly to escape a stepfather that he was honestly starting to worry was going to kill him if he didn't leave soon), he decides to apply for a job at "Fazbear's Frightening Past" as a way to get money for rent.

but...after only a couple of nights working, he gets these mysterious phone calls from a "higher-up" in the company who just calls himself "Will." it's...a comforting presence, especially during the nights where he's alone. even better...the guy seems interested in learning about him, not just spewing random bullshit at him for a few hours.

Hudson finds his paycheck mysteriously raised after mentioning his situation in passing during one of these phone calls, and when questioned, just mentioned that he'd been talking to a "higher-up" and no one seemed to look into it too hard. it's enough for him to pay for essentials and to treat himself a little. well, sure, it's a bit fishy, but hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

it gets...stranger after FE brings in an old O'Hare animatronic...that they then place in the pizzeria section (Hudson wishes they'd put it literally anywhere else; it gives him the creeps). suddenly, his calls with "Will" get significantly clearer and easier to listen to. the man seems to know what he looks like all of a sudden ("Will" claims that it's because of a picture of Hudson in the company records, and...well, who's Hudson to argue?), among other odd occurrences (electronics flickering, the animatronic Straight Up Moving, which "Will" just tells Hudson not to worry about because "it's harmless," etc.).

then something else happens.

Hudson's practically a wreck on the phone call a few nights later; Lewis, his stepfather, has been showing up at his apartment lately, harassing Hudson and his neighbors, and the poor kid's at his limit.

the next night, he learns of two things: The Animatronic went mysteriously missing during the previous shift before suddenly showing back up at the end (while the night guard before Hudson was blamed, they weren't fired), and seemed to have blood around the paw and claw area that seemed to have been fucking cleaned somehow.

the second? Lewis was in a coma at the hospital. something had attacked him.

there were two reasons Hudson was ruled out as a suspect: for one, he was at another job of his, and his alibi was solid. uh...two?

Lewis had been maimed. no human could've done that to him, or it was incredibly unlikely.

Hudson mentions this on his call with "Will" and notes that the man seems...odd. he seems somewhat disappointed that Lewis survived.

the next night is when ALL hell breaks loose.

while on his phone call with "Will," The Animatronic comes to his office doorway. but that isn't the worrying part.

no, it's that Hudson is starting to hear "Will's" voice coming from it.

at first, he chalks it up to the thing somehow mimicking the man's voice, and that "Will" had only gone silent because he'd heard the voice coming from The Animatronic.

but he starts to realize, with dawning horror, that this is no act of mimicry.

the man he's been talking to this whole time is standing right in front of him, and he doesn't seem as friendly anymore.

Hudson makes a run for it through the halls, trying to make it back to the main part of the building. all while struggling with the fact that the very same man who'd offered Hudson a shoulder to cry on, who he'd poured his soul out to, was now chasing him down to likely kill him. he tries to wrack his brain around why and how this was happening, what he'd done to deserve any of this, before he effectively finds himself being slammed down to the ground, hard.

he doesn't think he's been in so much pain before. he honestly thinks that he's going to die (he wonders, briefly, if this is what Lewis felt).

as he's drifting in and out of consciousness, he eventually awakens to see someone, not a coworker of his, sitting over him, expressing shock that he was even alive, before the person (who introduced himself as "Mike") shushes him, hands him some bandages and a cloth to press against the wounds on his chest to hopefully buy Hudson some time, and tells him to stay still and quiet for the time being; that he and "Sammy" (who Hudson vaguely recognizes as the guard whose shift was after his own) would get him some help in a few hours.

he watches, delirious, as Mike quietly moves and hides in the building, going as far as even trying to lure The Animatronic away from where Hudson was hiding.

he woke up in the hospital, with the doctors and nurses expressing shock that he was alive, and with a check and a note from Mike and Sammy, but mostly Mike ("Sorry my dad's an asshole; take some money, get out of town, and get yourself some therapy. Get better soon, man!").

he didn't need to be told that twice. thank god he had family out of town...

he still doesn't really know what happened there. or how he's even alive.

Ough!!!!!

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Summery:

It was hard to believe that someone who was notoriously known as a bully, like Michael Afton, had a crush on someone that wasn't some cheerleader or popular girl at school. Y/N was a total nerd but that didn't stop him from crushing on her for years. After the grace of god, when he got the chance to ask her out she was skeptical but took it. But how would others react to the strange parring?

Category:

Michael Afton x Female Reader

Chapter Warnings:

none

Word count: 4,286

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Fredbear’s Family Diner

September 22 | Saturday | 4:43 PM

        Y/N was sitting at her desk, doing the homework her teachers assigned over the weekend. She was almost finished when she heard the commotion coming from downstairs. Curious to see what it was all about, she got up from her desk leaving the room.

        When she arrived at the bottom of the steps, she was met with her older brother and his small family.

        “Hey, there lil sis!” He greeted, pulling her into a bear hug.

        “Hi Gabe,” She hugged back awkwardly with how he had trapped her upper arms in the hug.

        Once he let go, his wife, Sammy, hugged Y/N too. But this one is gentler. “Good to see you.”

        “You too,” She replied, with an awkward light pat on the back.

        Y/N’s parents walked through the door, carrying all of the luggage through the door. Two little kids followed behind, carrying their own small suitcases. The oldest is around the age of nine and the youngest is seven. Y/N’s father walked past everyone, bringing the cases upstairs to the guest bedroom.

        “Look at how much you two have grown! You’re both so strong!” Y/N’s mom gushed at the cuteness of her grandchildren. “Grandma has made cookies, would you two like some?”

        “Yes!” Both of them exclaimed in unison.

        Sammy turned her head towards the two. “Yes, please.” She reminded them.

        “Yes please!” They retold their grandma.

        “I swear they’re going to be the death of me.” Sammy shook her head in annoyance. Gabe only laughed, putting his arm around his wife.

        “I guess I can’t blame them. They were excited to see you all.” Sammy smiled, crossing her arms. “Devin wouldn’t stop asking how much longer and Carmen kept asking what we were going to do here.”

        “I’m just excited to be able to push them off to mom and dad,” Gabe replied.

        Erik only just now came down the steps. His hair was wet so she suspected he was taking a shower, which is why he was joining the family gathering now. Gabe and Sammy hugged him too. 

        “So how have you two been?” Gabe asked, in an attempt to strike up a conversation. 

        “Pretty good,” Erik replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms. “The year just started and I want it to be over with already,” Y/N mumbled in agreement.

        “Yeah, I get that. But hey, just a few more years, and then you can choose never to go back.” Gabe patted his brother's back. “And what about you?” he turned his attention to Y/N “Still a better student than I was?”

        She just shrugged her shoulders in response, Erik chimed in for her “Of course she is. She’s even giving out tutoring lessons.” Erik wiggled his eyebrows at her. Y/N deadpanned, keeping the straightest face possible.

        “Yeah, for dumb kids like Erik.” She retorted. Erik’s mouth hung open. Gabe laughed in response, slapping him on the back. Erik grumbled in response, swearing that he’d get back at her one of these days. 

        “It’s okay Erik, I was like that at one point also,” Gabe admitted, before glancing at Sammy- who was focused on the two children happily munching on cookies. “I had some help, from a great tutor actually.” Y/N and Erik glanced at each other awkwardly now, before Gabe had refocused his attention on them.

        “What about you Erik? Any luck with the ladies?” Erik slowly blinked, staring at Gabe. “Uhhh..Yeah sure, so much luck,” Erik began awkwardly, before trailing off with a grin. “But I know a certain someone with way better luck than me.”

        Y/N spaced out before she realized both Erik and Gabe had turned to look at her now, Erik with a shit-eating grin on his face now. “What?” Y/N blurted out, confused. 

        "You have a boyfriend?" Gabe exclaimed in shock. "I thought you were all books and stuff! I would've never imagined you getting into a relationship before Erik!"

        She didn't know if she should've felt insulted by his idiotic assumption, or felt betrayed by Erik's tattling. "For the last time, we're not dating! Why does everyone believe that we are dating just because we went on a single date."

        Gabe laughed at his sister’s frustration, making her frown deepen. “One date leads to another, next thing you know, you’ll be married with two kids!” He laughed. Y/N shivered at the thought of that.

        Before she could make her retort, their father walked up to the three. “You two should help your brother bring the bags upstairs. Then we’ll all go out for some dinner.”

        “Where are we going?” Erik asked him, a confused frown on his face.

        “Fredbear Family Diner. Your mom wanted to take the grandkids there. Something about it will be fun.” He enthusiastically told them, with a pat to Erik’s back. “I honestly don’t care, just as long as the food is good.” A hearty laugh abrupted from both Gabe and their father.

        Y/N knew that Michael’s father ran the restaurant but didn’t really think anything of it as she helped bring the luggage cases upstairs. After that, she went to her room to put on some different clothes that fit the occasion more than her pajamas would.

        “Come on kids! Let's go!” Their mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs.

        Y/N slipped her shoes on quickly before running down the stairs and out the door. Everyone was already getting into the cars. Her mother, Gabe, and the grandkids were taking Gabe’s car. While her father, Sammy, Erik, and her would be taking a different car, due to not everyone being able to fit into one.

        Once everyone was seated in the car and got their seat buckled, they started to pull out of the driveway. The car was completely silent for a few moments until Sammy spoke up. “I heard this place is supposed to be fun! Have you guys been before?” 

        “No, we haven’t,” Their dad spoke up before either Y/N or Erik could say anything. “They’re a bit too grown up for it.”

        Erik and Y/N shared an all-knowing glance as their dad and Sammy discussed all the good things they have heard of  Fredbear’s Family Diner. Even though the adults were oblivious to the many rumors surrounding the diner, the teens had their own crazy theories about the place. Even though they were marked as crazy, there was some truth behind each one.

        The only thing the parents knew, or really cared about, was the incident that happened a year ago. But they all brush it off as “Don’t mess with the animatronics,” and continue on with bringing their children to the place.

        So every time their parents suggested they go to the diner, they would say “We’re too old for that kind of stuff.” They knew that their parents would say that their theories were stupid and make them go. Those years of avoiding the place have come to an end.

        Once their father parked, he turned around to the two, pulling out some money. “There should be an arcade machine or two in there,” He handed them the money, “If your mother asks, say you found it on the ground or something.” 

        Sammy only smiled at their father's sweet gesture, thanking him. When they all got out of the car, Erik ran to get next to Y/N. “You better not leave my side.” He whispered to her.

        “I’m not, don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave those animatronics to eat you.” She whispered back and Erik snickered as they met up with the other family members that took the other car.

        “What are you whispering about?” Their mom questioned them with a suspicious look.

        “Nothing!” They both chimed back at her.

        She only gave one last glare before taking the grandkid's hands and walking in. When they all got inside, they realized just how packed it was. The majority of the tables were taken and there were small children running around everywhere. There were all sorts of noises coming from the arcade machine and the clatter from the air hockey tables and plates. The music was especially loud, coming from the closed curtains of the stage.

        Before anyone could really process all the commotion, Gabe sprinted for a table that a family was just getting up from. “Can we have this table? Since you guys are leaving and all.” Gabe asked.

        “Yeah, sure!” The mother said before grabbing her purse and leaving with the rest of her family.

        Gabe turned around to the rest of the family with a proud grin on his face. “Now we just need to wait for someone to clean the table off and it's all ours!”

        They all looked around for an employee when someone caught Y/N’s eye. It was the kid who sat next to her in English class, that Michael bullied to move. She was surprised to see someone she knew here of all places, but then she looked down to see his Fredbear's Diner uniform. 

        “Noah!” She called out to get his attention. When he turned to see who was calling him, he saw Y/N pointing at the dirty table. He walked over to the family and Y/N asked, with the most mustered-up politeness as she could. “Can you please clean this off for us?”

        “I mean it is my job, so yeah.” He stated depressingly. It was obvious that he didn’t like working there.

        “Thank you!” Their mother thanked Noah, but he only nodded his head as he cleaned up everything from them.

        He walked off into the back with all the dirty dishes. There he found Michael slacking off, as usual, talking to one of the cooks. Noah found it annoying how he had to do most of the work while Michael sat around and did nothing all day. Michael thinks he’s immune to everything in the building just because his dad owns it, and it pisses Noah off.

        “Hey Michael,” he taunted, knowing his feelings towards Y/N from the way that he acted on Monday.

        “What the fuck do you want?” Michael sneered. “Can’t you see, I’m having a conversation?”

        “Sorry, I was just going to say that I think your girlfriend is out there…” He paused with a grin on his face, knowing that this will get Michael to actually do his job. “Too bad I’m waiting all the tables for you.”

        Before Noah could say anything more, Michael was out of the kitchen, notepad, and pen in hand. Once out, he looked around to see where she was. 

        When he spotted her sitting at the edge of a table, he walked up to the table with a cheeky grin on his face. “Welcome to Fredbear’s Family Diner, I will be your server, Michael,” He pointed to his nametag. Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. Are you serious? She’ll have to avoid any sort of eye contact that could last two seconds. 

        “Oh hey, Michael! I didn’t know you worked here!” Y/N’s mom chimed happily in surprise. “I’m sure Y/N has told you about her older brother, Gabe.” She said pointing to Gabe. 

        “Yes, she mentioned he would be in town this weekend,” He said, patting Y/N’s shoulder before going to write on his notepad. “What might I get you to drink?”

        Y/N didn’t say a word, surprised at the fact that he was here. He wrote down the drink orders of everyone, leaving Y/N for last. “And what might I get for this lovely lady?” He said smoothly while winking at her.

        “Oh my lord, you’re so embarrassing.” She mumbled to herself but everyone heard it. “I will take a water.” She replied looking up at him with his sly grin.

        “I will get that right out for you.” He addressed the whole table but was only looking at Y/N.

        Everyone at the table looked at her with all-knowing eyes. “So is that the guy?” Gabe asked her with a big grin on his face. Y/N’s focus was elsewhere as she played with the napkin in front of her to avoid their curious looks.

        “Sadly,” Y/N replied, preparing herself for the teasing.

        “He took her out last Saturday. I’ve talked to him over the phone a bit and he seems like a very sweet boy.” Their mother, yet again, chimed into the conversation. Erik laughed at her comment, which was met with a glare from her and Y/N kicking his shin. “What?” She asked with a hum.

        "Oh nothing,” Erik covered up quickly.

        Before she could question him further, Carmen spoke up. “Grandma, we wanna go play” She annoyingly complained, tugging on her arm sleeve.

        Devin complained too “Yeah grandma, take us to go play.” He dragged out the last word with a whine, clinging onto her left leg.

        “Okay okay,” She replied to her grandchildren, she got up and replied to Erik. “We’ll talk about it later.”

        When she was out of earshot, Erik leaned over to whisper to Y/N. “She’s going to forget.”

        Y/N nodded in response. It didn’t take too long for Michael to come out with everyone's drinks. He handed everyone their respective drinks, leaving Y/N for last. Instead of giving her the water she asked for, he placed a milkshake down in front of her with a cheeky grin.

        “On the house,” he told her.

        “Oh,” she said in surprise “Thanks.” He gave her a wink before asking for the order. “So what can I get you on this fine evening?”

        “We’ll just take three large pepperoni pizzas” Their dad ordered for everyone. Michael nodded, jotting down a quick note in a notepad before closing the book within a blink of an eye. He glanced up from her father with a polite nod before redirecting his gaze back to Y/N.

        “Alright then! It’ll be out shortly.” He smiled at Y/N once more before heading back to the kitchen to place the order. Erik took the liberty of sliding the milkshake towards him and taking the first sip. “Hey, that was mine!” She yelled at her brother.

        “Well, you didn’t order it!” He rebutted.

        “Erik!” Their father cut in a scolding tone. “It was for your sister.”

        “Exactly, the least you can do is ask.” She told him while scooting the cup back towards her, in the process of doing so, a little slip of paper slid out from under the cup. Thankfully, only she and Erik noticed the little piece of paper. She grabbed it and brought it down to her lap so the adults wouldn’t see.

        Erik leaned over to see what was on the note. The note read “Break in 5, meet me out back” with a little winky face next to it. While Y/N didn’t really want to leave the family gathering, she also didn’t want to be embarrassed any further. 

        “Dad, we’re going to go play some games.” She told her father while grabbing Erik’s shoulders to say “let's go.”

        “Alright, if your mother sees you and asks where the money came from-” They both cut him off before he could finish.

        “We found it on the ground.” The siblings said in unison.

        They walked over to the arcade with the five-dollar bill in hand. They walked over to the coin machine and put the paper in to get the equivalent in coins. They split the coins evenly between the two. 

        “So you’re not going to go make out with your boyfriend behind the building?” Erik teased her.

        "Ew!" She quickly replied, "And seriously, stop calling him my boyfriend. We're not dating yet."

        They both walked over to two Pac-man machines that sat next to each other. They inserted the coin into the machine and they started playing while continuing to talk. “I thought that you were going to go hang out with Michael.” Erik reiterated without teasing.

        “I am,” she replied as she focused on the game in front of her. “I just can’t get up and walk out the door, Dad and the others would question where I was going.”

        “And the reason as to why you can’t just say it is…” he trailed off waiting for the answer.

        “Because you all are so embarrassing about it.” She explained shortly. “I would never hear the end of it.”

        She started getting cornered by all the Ghosts, and all of her focus was put on not dying. She almost succeeded, until she felt someone grab her shoulder. It scared her, causing her to lose her focus and died. She turned to see the person who made her fail, and she was met with Michael’s idiotic face. “Ready to go?” He asked like they were going farther than just out back.

        Erik quickly turned to her, panicking. “Wait you can’t just leave me here alone! We promised-”

        She looked over at Erik, then at Michael, debating about what to do. She did want to talk with Michael, and it would only be a few minutes. “Just go back to the table and we can continue playing when I get back! I’ll be gone for less than ten minutes.”

        “Ugh fine, but give me some of your coins as payment.” He bargained.

        She grabbed a random amount of coins from her pile that was laid on the machine and handed it to Erik, before putting the rest in her pocket. She turned back to Michael, motioning for him to lead the way.

        He started to lead her toward the kitchen. He turned to look at her a few times while walking along the way. “I’m surprised to see you here!” He exclaimed.

        “My mom wanted to bring my niece and nephew here and so I was forced to come.” She explained sheepishly. That was in fact the truth, she didn’t come here for herself after all. She didn’t want to seem excited to see Michael, especially in front of her family.

        Once he entered the kitchen with her following, he announced to the other workers “I’m taking my break out back, I’ll be back in ten.” Noah gave an annoyed glare, knowing that he would have to pick up the slack while Michael was gone. Once outside, Michael leaned against the wall, a few feet from the door. Y/N followed, leaning next to him. It didn’t take long for her to realize why they had to meet outside for his break as he pulled a cigarette box and lighter out of his back pocket.

        “I can give you some money back,” He said, seemingly out of nowhere “Since your brother took some from you.” He explained further after seeing her confused expression.

        “Oh- there’s really no need for that.” She quickly told him, since she didn’t really see it as a big deal.

        But he continued on “No really, it’s not a problem! I can even get you more. Whenever my father makes me clean out the money in the arcade machines I tend to take a few dollars worth of coins!” He explained like it was some big accomplishment and he was super rich for it.

        Y/N gave him a deadpan face as he just admitted stealing from his dad. “Don’t you think he’ll notice?”

        “No, it’s not like he sees how much money was in the machine before I take it out,” He shrugged  as he continued to smoke the cigarette.

        She really didn’t know what to say to that, so she just continued on. “I don’t need it, my dad gave us the money anyways, so it’s not like I’m losing anything.”

        He shrugged his shoulders “Alright then, but the offer still stands.”A puff of smoke escaped from his lip. Y/N’s nose scrunched slightly, but she ignored it.

        Things went quiet for a moment before she spoke up again. “How long have you been working here? I knew your father owned the place but I didn’t know you actually worked here.”

        “Uh, a few months or so. Officially anyways.” He stomped out his cigarette and turned to her. “I’ve been helping him with this place ever since he opened it, but it was never for pay. After I got my car, he started to pay me. Gotta pay for gas somehow.”

        She thought about how hard it must be for him to work here after last year's incident, but he didn’t seem to mind. She wanted to ask about it but decided that it would be best not to bring it up out of the blue.

        “I was surprised to see Noah here too.” She added. “I didn’t think you knew each other outside of English class.”

        Michael grimaced at the mention of his name. “Yep- my father’s ‘favorite employee’” he seethed out. “He gets employee of the month every single time.”

        Y/N chuckled at his complaint. “Well maybe if you didn’t steal money, you could get employee of the month too!” She joked.

        “It’s not just that.” He didn’t find her joke funny. “He’s a showoff that just decides to do way more than he needs to.”Michael chose not to tell her the full truth about Noah mainly picking up his slack.

        She can tell how upset the topic was making him so she tried to see the brighter side of things. “Well, at least you don’t have to do as much work!”

        “...Yeah,” he thought for a moment, bored of the subject. He leaned against the cement wall, his eyes landed on her once again. Watching her for a few moments. “But I would’ve never expected to see such a pretty lady show up at my workplace.” He flirted with her, inching a bit closer. He was already within her space, watching her nervous reaction as she avoided his gaze now.

        “...The only pretty ladies you see here anyway are probably moms with kids anyway.” She laughed awkwardly, in an attempt to change the subject. She’s definitely going to cry to herself about this interaction later. She was embarrassed by his comment and tried to change the subject to stop herself from becoming a stuttering mess. “So did you ever get the grade on your English essay back?” 

       Michael stared back at her in thought. “I did. After school on Friday, I went to her and asked if she graded it.” He informed her.

        She waited for him to say what he got, but he didn’t. “And?” She pressed on, eyebrows furrowed now.

        “I got a D!” He exclaimed happily. “So I’ll be sitting next to you from now on in English.” He had a giant grin on his face.

        “In any other scenario, I’d be concerned about you being so excited over a D.” She laughed.

        "Well, we’ll be spending more time together so it makes me very happy.” He inched a bit closer to her without her noticing. “Speaking of, for our next date I was thinking about-”

        Before he could continue, the door to the pizzaria slammed open as a tall, scary looking man came out. By the expression on his face, she could tell he was extremely pissed. Michael slightly tensed up at the sight of the man. Y/N presumed it was his father, from the rumors. Comparing the two business partners she had heard of previously, William had always seemed to have an intense presence everywhere he went.  

        “Michael. Inside. Now.” William threatened.

        “I’m taking my break!” Michael fought back in annoyance.

        Y/N felt very awkward being in the middle of this father-son argument. William still stood there, not wanting to deal with Michael’s attitude. “You took a break less than an hour ago. Noah has been picking up your slack yet again.” His tone was aggressive and dark, which scared Michael.

        He turned back to Y/N. “Sorry.” He sadly muttered before quickly kissing her on the cheek and quickly walking inside.

        William watched his son walk back into the building, but didn’t move an inch. His stare dragged from Michael to her, his eyes cold now. If the death glare wasn’t so chilling, she would be blushing over Michael’s small peck on her cheek. She was stuck in place out of fear as she met his cold gaze in return. The stare lasted for a few seconds too long before he walked into the building, slamming the door behind him. She stood there for a few more moments, letting everything that happened sink in. Everything gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

        She then realized that she now had to get in through the front door. She awkwardly walked around the side of the building, entering through the front door quickly so the rest of her family doesn’t see.

        “Where were you?” Her mother asked as she got back to the table. “Erik said he couldn’t find you in the arcade.”

        The pizza had already arrived and everyone started eating. “...I was in the bathroom.” She responded as she sat at the table. They all dropped their suspicions as soon as she said that, continuing to eat their pizza and went back to their conversations.

        “You okay?” Erik leaned over, whispering in her ear. “You look uncomfortable.”

        “His dad is scary.” That was all she said before she grabbed a piece and brought it to her plate before eating. She could barely eat, forcing herself to chew as she thought to herself absentmindedly. She felt as if she constantly saw William lurking around after that, watching her from a distance. The unsettling feeling carried on through the rest of the night.

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