#but they just kept yelling STILL IN MY GRANDMA'S VOICE

[mayisgoingnuts]

Oh

Oh dear :((

Sending hugs..more poor baby /p

Thank you darlin mfnfjff/p /vvvpos

[sunnycanvas]

~ *Christmas Eve Special *~

Warning: Bullying, false allegations, physical assault,curse words mentioned

I sighed deeply, scrolling through my social media feed with my AirPods in, already dreading this field trip. My university had chosen Jerusalem for its historical significance, but I knew it wouldn’t end well because of my three tormentors. Maisy, a popular social media influencer, and her accomplices, Elba and Imogen.“Hey, (Y/N),” a voice called, sharp and mocking. My stomach sank as I turned to see them standing nearby, smirking. Maisy, never missing an opportunity to torment me, snatched my AirPods without hesitation.

“Hey! Give them back!” I yelled, desperately reaching for them.

Maisy smiled maliciously. “It’s not like you need these anyway. I forgot mine, but I remembered that someone as pathetic as you would surely have brought theirs.��� Tears stung my eyes. “Please, just give them back,” I pleaded, stepping closer, but Elba shoved me hard, sending me tumbling to the ground. “Oops! Sorry, (Y/N),” Elba said mockingly. “Didn’t realize it was you". "You look so ugly that I mistook you for a troll doll!” They burst into laughter, pointing at me. “Who knew she could manage to look even worse? My grandma has better skin and fashion sense than her!” Imogen chimed in. In a surge of frustration and adrenaline, I snapped back, “At least I’m not bald like her!” Their laughter stopped abruptly, and their eyes narrowed in anger. It wasn’t like me to fight back, and my retort clearly stung. “You little b**ch!” Maisy snarled. Elba and Imogen wasted no time kicking and stomping me. Imogen’s boot crushed my foot ruthlessly as she hissed, “How dare you?” Maisy, holding my AirPods, slapped me across the face, sending me sprawling. “Looks like we’ve been too soft on you,” she sneered, her pride wounded. Elba and Imogen nodded in agreement. With a vindictive glare, Maisy threw my AirPods to the ground, stomping on them as hard as she could. “Let’s go, girls. Her ‘precious’ AirPods are probably as broken as she is now.” They walked away laughing, leaving me on the ground, tears streaming down my face. I picked up my AirPods, fearing the worst, but to my relief, they were undamaged. Still, the humiliation lingered as I cried, wondering why this kept happening to me. What had I done to deserve this?

My phone buzzed in my pocket, jolting me from my despair. It was my professor calling, but I ignored it. I was too devastated to talk to anyone, let alone explain myself. Eventually, the buzzing stopped, and after some time, I managed to compose myself and rejoin my classmates. When I returned, it was clear something had happened. My classmates looked at me with irritation and disdain. Maisy, Elba, and Imogen stood with exaggeratedly hurt expressions, while my professor regarded me with disappointment.

“(Y/N), what’s this I’m hearing?” my professor demanded. “Did you really insult Maisy when she kindly asked to borrow your AirPods? And did you call Elba’s grandmother bald?” I stood there, stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. My classmates whispered among themselves, their judgmental stares cutting into me. “Maisy snatched my AirPods,” I began, my voice trembling. “She said they were hers now. Elba shoved me and insulted me first. They slapped me and kicked me!” I pointed to the bruises on my arms and legs, desperate for someone to believe me but my professor wasn’t interested. She sighed dismissively. “You’ve admitted to speaking poorly of Elba’s grandmother, (Y/N). Given the importance of tomorrow’s project, it’s best you stay at the hotel. You’re too emotional, and we need everyone focused on making a good impression for our university.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I realized there was no use arguing. My professor always sided with my bullies, no matter the situation. If I protested further, I’d risk being removed from the project entirely. As everyone filed out, Maisy, Elba, and Imogen lingered behind. They smirked, taunting me with whispered jabs. “Looks like we put you back in your place,” Maisy sneered, delighted by my tears. They left me sobbing in silence, reveling in their victory.

The next day, I bought a ticket to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Wanting to feel special for the occasion, I chose to wear a vintage gown, hoping to fit into the solemn and historic atmosphere of the church. As I wandered inside, I admired the intricate beauty surrounding me. The grandeur of the architecture, the scent of incense lingering in the air, and the serene whispers of prayers.

Lost in the church's splendor, I stumbled upon a peculiar passage tucked away in one corner. Peering into it, I realized the passage was empty and seemingly unnoticed by others. I glanced around, but no one seemed interested in exploring it. Out of curiosity, I checked for any signs prohibiting entry but found none. Excited and intrigued, I decided to venture inside. The passage was narrow and quiet, and as I walked, I wondered where it would lead. To my surprise, I emerged on the other side of the church. A place I hadn’t even known existed. The scene before me was astonishing. It was as though I had stepped back in time. People dressed in elaborate medieval gowns moved about, some appearing wealthy, while others were priests engaged in serious discussions. Knights clad in armor sat at tables, eating and chatting. Everything was vibrant, alive, and breathtakingly beautiful. My awe quickly turned into self-consciousness when I noticed people staring at me. They pointed at my dress and, more often, at my uncovered hair. My vintage gown was nothing like the styles of the Middle Ages, but I realized their real discomfort came from my bare head. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly took my shawl and draped it over my head, covering my hair. The whispering subsided somewhat, though I could still feel lingering glances. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning in the direction of the noise, I saw a man dressed in white robes and bandages. His face was partially hidden, but his sharp, striking blue eyes were unmissable. Though much of his face appeared scarred, his gaze held authority. He addressed me sternly in French, his voice sharp and commanding. I pointed to myself in confusion, unable to understand him. Frustrated, the man sighed, rubbing his forehead and muttering something to himself. In an attempt to communicate, I responded in Latin, explaining that I didn’t understand French. To my surprise, the man’s demeanor softened. He was impressed and astonished that I could speak Latin, remarking that very few people knew the language. He explained that my presence had unsettled the others because of my unfamiliar attire and because they didn’t recognize me. He himself was certain he had never seen me before. Believing I was a commoner who had sneaked into the Christmas Eve gathering, he had approached me, intending to reprimand me and send me away. "You seem to be a newly arrived noblewoman to the Holy Kingdom of Jerusalem," he remarked, "for only a select few know Latin." His curiosity was piqued, and he began asking me questions. I answered as best as I could, though I struggled to keep up. Eventually, he asked, "You look wounded. Did someone in my kingdom say something to you?" The question caught me off guard, and I felt tears welling in my eyes again. I forced a nervous smile, but my voice trembled as I replied, "Yes, I am wounded both mentally and physically. Some people enjoy picking on me, making me feel miserable whenever they please. Others follow their lead and hurt me too." My voice broke as I choked on my tears. "It’s like I’ve become a punching bag for everyone."

The man fell silent, his expression unreadable as he studied me. "Surely someone as healthy and beautiful as you shouldn’t be going through this," he said softly. I scoffed bitterly. "Oh, you have no idea." His lips twitched in annoyance. "I’m not accustomed to being spoken to so informally," he said, his tone sharp. "You seem like a spoiled noblewoman." I stared at him, tears streaming down my face. "You’re just like them, aren’t you?" I whispered, my voice cracking. The man’s expression changed, his annoyance giving way to thoughtfulness. After a moment, he said, "You don’t speak to the King of the Holy Kingdom of Jerusalem in such a manner." His voice carried a mixture of irritation and amusement. My eyes widened in shock. "The king?" I stammered, unsure if I had heard him correctly. He laughed heartily. "You truly don’t know the infamous leper king who will bring a curse upon the Kingdom of Jerusalem," he said. "You really are an odd noblewoman." His words left me bewildered. Analyzing the situation, I concluded he must be cosplaying as King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem from the movie Kingdom of Heaven. I had seen people dressed as him on social media. Deciding to play along, I curtsied and spoke formally. "Forgive me, Your Highness, for showing such disrespect. Please accept my sincerest apologies." The man nodded, accepting my gesture. "None taken," he said. "From the moment we met, I could tell you didn’t recognize me, though I hoped I was wrong." I straightened myself as he resumed his questions. "You say you are wounded. Why do people bother you?" I replied sadly, "I don’t know. I think it’s because of my shy nature. I have a tough time mixing with others, and it’s hard for me to say 'no.' Perhaps that’s why I’m an easy target." Baldwin listened attentively, then shared his own experience. "I remember when I was young and healthy like you. My friends mocked me for my embarrassing stutter, which I inherited from my father. I used my status as a prince to threaten them, but it was in vain. "I was the smartest among my friends, but they dismissed my abilities, claiming my tutors went easy on me because I was the king’s son. Their words hurt, and I started questioning my own capabilities."

I was impressed by how dedicated this man was to cosplaying the king, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that his pain was genuine. I nodded for him to continue. Baldwin began, his voice laced with melancholy, “It hurt so much to have them question me and mock me, but I couldn’t even share this pain with anyone. My father was often busy, and my stepmother didn’t like me. As the legitimate heir, I always came before her own children, and that bred resentment. My mother had remarried shortly after her separation, just to survive, while my sister was raised by our aunt Ioveta in the Abbess of Bethany.”His gaze grew distant as he spoke. "Even if I had someone to confide in, I doubt I would have dared. As a man and a future king, showing emotions was seen as unbecoming. I had to suppress my feelings because men shouldn’t be vulnerable. This silence only encouraged my tormentors. They thrived on my withdrawal, enjoying the torment they inflicted upon me. They even went as far as to mock me, claiming I was an illegitimate child. They would threaten that, once they gained power, they would strip me of my title and rally others against me."I gasped, shocked at the cruelty of children. Covering my mouth, I murmured, "Who knew children could be so heartless?" Baldwin offered a sad smile. "Oh, you have no idea."I interjected, "Surely your tutors noticed what was happening and stepped in to help?" Baldwin’s smile faded into a resigned expression. "Just as in your case, my tutors chose to ignore the situation. I couldn’t even approach them for fear they would label me weak and emotional. I was the future king weakness was unacceptable. I had to bear it all in silence." His words triggered a sense of déjà vu within me, reminding me of the times my concerns had been dismissed as emotional outbursts. I tentatively asked, "Did things get better over time?" Baldwin’s face grew darker. "No," he replied. "It was only the beginning of my torment. One day, my friends and I were playing a game that involved pinching each other. Naturally, they all targeted me. I bore the pain with great patience, feeling proud of my endurance. But my joy was short-lived. My tutor, William of Tyre, called me over to inspect my wounds, and soon after, I was placed in isolation. Physicians were summoned, bloodletting was performed, and ointments were applied. It was clear something serious had occurred."His voice grew heavier with emotion. "Then came the dreadful news, I was cursed. A leper. I was devastated, consumed by thoughts of ‘Why me? Why had God forsaken me?’ I questioned what I had done to deserve such a fate. My father had been hesitant to diagnose me early, fearing I would be sent to Saint Lazarus to train as a knight among other lepers. But once the truth was undeniable, he began to look toward my elder sister, her husband, and their potential heirs to secure the kingdom’s future. I couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, would abandon me."Trying to console him, I said softly, "He was a king with a kingdom to protect. I’m sure he loved you." Baldwin exhaled deeply, nodding slightly. "I believe he did."I hesitated before asking, "What did you do then?" Baldwin’s lips curved into a faint smile. "At first, I admit, I succumbed to despair. Just as you feel now, I, too, wondered what I had done to deserve such suffering. I had lost my family, endured torment from my friends, and now this disease. But eventually, I grew tired of being mistreated. I resolved to fight back, to prove that I was capable of ruling and deserving of my throne. I prayed to God for a chance, promising to become an able and just king if given the opportunity.

"So, I began studying and practicing relentlessly. This time, I refused to submit to my fate. If I was going to die, I wanted my life to have meaning. What worth would my existence have if I continued to surrender to torment? I came to believe that my suffering was the price of my submission, that God deemed me unfit to rule because I lacked the courage to stand up for myself. In the end, I realized I had no one to blame but myself. If you don’t fight back, your situation will only worsen."He paused, gesturing toward his disfigured face. "Just like mine."I remembered Maisy, a popular influencer with a substantial social media following, who had already turned my life into a living hell. Through her false accusations, she ensured I felt unwelcome wherever I went. Maisy would hit and insult me, then twist the narrative, claiming that I was the one who had harmed her. Her friends, Elba and Imogen, were no better. They would gang up with her, acting as "eyewitnesses" to corroborate her lies. Maisy frequently threatened me, saying that no one would ever believe my side of the story. She warned that if I dared to complain, she would smear me with false allegations on social media, destroying my reputation, education, and future career. Considering that my classmates already believed her lies and my professors often sided with them, I felt hopeless. I believed Maisy's threats and chose to endure the torment in silence. Not wanting to give up entirely, I asked Baldwin hesitantly, "What if I lose everything in the process? What if fighting back costs me the things I love and leaves me financially ruined?" Baldwin responded immediately, his tone firm. "Then you choose to worsen your situation. Do you truly believe this will all end when you leave this place? There are kind people in the world, yes, but there are also selfish and cruel ones. Once they recognize you as a target, they will treat you the same. How long and how far can you keep running?" I paused, his words sinking in, and fell into deep thought. Baldwin continued, "The choice is yours, of course. Either die a little every day or stand up and fight, even if it means risking everything once and for all and die once and for all as well instead of dying everyday little by little. I can’t claim to know exactly what you’re going through, but the decision on how to move forward is ultimately yours." After a moment of deep contemplation, I finally spoke, determination in my voice. "I will fight, of course."

Baldwin beamed at my response, his expression proud. "Good, my rude noblewoman." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I realized I had spoken informally to him during our entire conversation. I moved to bow in apology, but Baldwin stopped me, laughing wholeheartedly. "It’s fine," he said. "I can tell you don’t mean to be disrespectful. Besides, it’s been such a long time since I’ve had a heartfelt conversation like this with someone. I truly enjoyed it." I smiled and nodded, replying respectfully, "I agree, Your Majesty." One side of Baldwin’s mouth curled into a smile. "So, it’s ‘Your Majesty’ now?" he teased. I laughed lightly. "Yes, it seems like it." Baldwin reached for his necklace and held it out to me. "Please, wear this," he said. I was astonished, knowing how expensive such a gift must be. "Your Majesty, are you sure?" I asked hesitantly. Baldwin’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he insisted, "I insist. I think you would look beautiful in this necklace." I swore I saw his eyes shining with joy as his cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. *Does he have a crush on me?* I wondered silently. Smiling, I accepted the necklace. As our hands lightly brushed, Baldwin seemed to grow even more nervous. "Uh, I’m sorry about taking up your time," he stammered. For the first time in a while, I smiled with genuine joy, and Baldwin seemed pleased as well. "Don’t be sad," he mumbled. "I hope to see you again soon. Surely, God had His reasons for allowing us to meet." I chuckled softly and replied, "I believe so, too." As I turned to leave, Baldwin called out to me desperately, "When can we meet again? Surely there must be a place where we can see each other once more!" I paused, uncertain, before answering, "I don’t know. But I have a feeling we’ll meet again." Turning back to him, I added warmly, "Merry Christmas, Your Majesty." Baldwin smiled, his expression tender. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)."

I woke up alone, lying on the cold floor of the church. Everyone had already left, and the darkness had settled in. *I must have fallen asleep,* I thought, but as I moved, I felt something metallic in my hand. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a necklace, the very same one King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem had given me. *Was it all just a dream, or did everything actually happen?* I wondered. I clutched the necklace, feeling a wave of emotion and newfound determination. Without hesitation, I placed the necklace around my neck. *I will fight back. I swear it. I won't let myself or you down.* Filled with resolve, I stood and left the church, the necklace now resting firmly around my neck.

~*The End*~

[kissorkill16]

Nightmare In The Woods: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky's having a nightmare after another episode.

I woke up on a cold, lumpy surface. When I sat up, I noticed that I wasn't at the dumpster anymore.

I was in the woods.

But how did I get here?

I was in the dumpster after I kept having hallucinations of Lucy and Mya, but even when I tried to run from it, it always caught up to me. I couldn't get away from it.

I slowly stood up, and then I noticed something in the corner of my eye.

A rollercoaster car with a...hand sticking out.

The shadow that encaged it moved slightly and revealed Lucy's pale, lifeless body.

I gasped and backed away from the car. Ever since I can remember, I've been having these reoccurring nightmares where I keep reliving my friends' deaths.

Lucy was in the cart...

And Mya...

My foot bumped into something, I slowly turned around to see Mya's body. The side of her head was split open just ever so slightly, and bleeding out to the ground.

I backed away from Mya's body and bumped into something else, I quickly turned around to see my dead grandma.

Bubba was just standing there, like a peaceful statue. Then a sharp dagger pierced through her abdomen and blood seeped through her dress.

I moved away from the bleeding statue as the blood started to drip onto the ground and on the bottom of my shoes. When I did though, behind my grandmother, I saw Mrs. Peterson.

She was in a ballerina pose, standing on her toes and her arms over her head, and she was in her usual housewife attire.

Then her statue caught on fire, and her beautiful form started to burn and collapse to the ground.

I backed away from the fire, and tripped over something else. When I looked to see what it was, I nearly screamed.

Mr. Murtaugh's head.

I kicked the head away and scrambled back up and my feet. When I stood up again, I saw a silhouette of a familiar boy...

Aaron.

"Aaron?", I called out to him, when the silhouette moved closer, I called out again. "Aaron! It's me! Nicky! Come here!"

The silhouette moved closer to me, but as it did, the silhouette began to look less like Aaron and more like a tall, cloaked, beaked figure.

That wasn't Aaron at all...

It was Crowface.

I backed away from him to run, but he didn't step any closer to me, he just stood there. Instead came an enormous murder of crows, and they began charging at me.

I could've sworn I heard Mr. Murtaugh's head whisper "Run.", before I sprinted away.

The murder flew after me, and I tried not to lose so much energy with how fast I ran, but I began to feel my legs give out, and I wanted to collapse, but the crows were still chasing me.

I tripped once more and fell to the ground, and the crows that charged at me started flying around in circles above my head, and they started to look less like crows and more like...

A shadow...

A long shadow...

Somewhere in between the shadow, two bright white eyes emerged and stared down at me.

"Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness.", it said in a broken voice.

I covered my head, remembering those same words that the shadow kept repeating every time I saw it. "No! Stop! Get away from me!"

"STAY! HIDE! FOREVER! DARKNESS!"

The shadow kept yelling those same four words, and I curled up into a ball and covered my head with my arms.

"Nicky..."

As I did so, I heard whispering coming from somewhere in the woods. It wasn't the shadow, the shadow kept yelling those four words.

"Nicky..."

The whisper came again, and suddenly, I felt my shoulders being pressed.

The ground I laid on began to feel softer, almost like a bed. I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw that I wasn't in the woods anymore.

I was in the infirmary.

My parents were kneeling down to me, my mom held my shoulders, and my dad bit his fingernails in nervousness.

When they saw that I was awake, Mom pulled me off the bed and wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh thank goodness you're okay, honey!", said Mom, "Mr. Murtaugh called us right away when he saw you like this."

I got off the bed, "Mr. Murtaugh? But I don't think -"

"You had a panic attack, Nicholas."

My head turned to a dark silhouette standing in the corner of the room, and when it stepped forward, I saw that it was Mr. Murtaugh. "Glad to see you've snapped out of your little fit.", he said.

I rubbed my head, "But I don't remember anything. All I remember was that I was at the dumpster and...and..."

I looked down at my shoes, embarrassed because I couldn't remember anything else. That's how I noticed my fingers, and they were wrapped up in band aids.

"Dumpster?", Dad asked, "Is that why you smell bad?"

"Jay, not the time."

Mr. Murtaugh put a hand up, "It's perfectly normal for you not to remember anything during your mental breakdown, just stay calm.", he said, putting a gentle hand on my head. "I will notify Principal Abanate of this, and in the meantime, Nicholas should get some rest."

Me and my parents left the infirmary, and as we left, I was so lost in my own head.

Those nightmares kept messing me up, the shadow kept messing me up...

Crowface kept messing me up.

I needed to help Trinity with this mystery so he'll finally get off my back, despite the crow man threatening me if I ever stepped out of line. That's when another line he said suddenly echoed through my head.

"I'd hate to see another child end up like little Lucy Yi."

I didn't want to end up like Lucy, but I knew that if I didn't face my fears, they'd just keep haunting me forever until the day I die.

Then I spotted Trinity in the corner of my eye. I hadn't seen her since our last talk when I said I needed to sit out. When I looked behind her, I noticed that the rest of the gang was behind her.

I began to walk towards them, but then I felt my dad grab my arm.

"Not today, Narf. You heard Mr. Murtaugh.", he said, pulling me out of the school.

I wanted to protest, but I couldn't help but feel like my science teacher was right.

Maybe some rest would help clear my mind.

[igotanidea]

Eyes open: Jason Todd x banshee!reader part 2

part 1: not an average girl.

dedication: this is for my long anon, obviously ;) :*

warnings: some easter eggs, cause it's not only dc x reader, but also marvel x reader :D

***

We live in times plagued by an epidemic of loneliness.

8 miliard people in the world and yet - so many of them keep on carrying the weight of their own troubles by themselves, not having a single person to talk to.

8 miliard people and more often than not, even those who are surrounded by people on every day basis feels like they have no one they could truly trust and open up to.  

And Y/N felt it too.

Even when living in her little town where everyone knew everyone.

So once she moved to New York, which was like a whole new world and seeing the see of people, the lights and neons and commercials on every corner, the cars and underground and having to deal with to many things and stimuli all at one, almost gave her anxiety.

But she was strong, she had to push through and try and figure out who she was and - hopefully - what was her place in the world.

And that was why she choose the big apple.

***

Her conversation with her mum was not as bad as she might have expected, but also - the topic of the discussion couldn’t be further from normal.

A banshee.

She was a freaking banshee, also known as the messenger of the death.

Definitely every young woman’s dream, right?

And - classic - no one bothered to inform her about it and she had to find out from some dying talking wolf.

Y/N could barely remember the walk from forest to home, believing what happened to her was just a crazy dream, from which she would wake up any second and end up laughing about whatever her tired, stressed mind have been producing.

But this was not a dream, it was reality.

And even thought she didn’t look like an Irish demon there was still something in her blood that give her some special abilities.

In other words - she was a freak.

„Y/N! Just calm down!” her mother cried out, seeing Y/N’s pale face and trembling hands. In return she got a desperate half-chuckle, half-sob and spilled cup of tea. „Look, I had no idea you will be the gifted one and -”

„gifted? How is that gifted?! It’s more like a curse.

„Y/N--”

„don;t Y/N me!”

„oh, please” her mother almost rolled her eyes at Y/N’s distress. „You make a fuss about something you have no idea about and --”

„I have no idea.” the girl interrupted „because someone kept it a secret from me-”

„Told you I had no idea that it would be you who -”

‘but you knew it was a general possibility!!”

„I was lucky enough for the mutation to omit my generation-”

„Lucky?! So you’re admitting it is in fact a curse!”

„could you please stop yelling?” her mother stood up abruptly and moved to close the door shut. „they don;t need to know.” she was obviously referring to Y/N’s stepdad and stepsister.

 „How?! Why?! What else don’t I know?!Is there a vampire in the family as well? Or- maybe you’ll tell me that grandma was a werewolf?!”

„This is not a freaking twilight Y/N! Or whatever other teenage movie you have watched!”

„But sure as hell is starts to remind me of teen wolf!”

„Stop screaming!”

„No, you stop screaming!”

The truth was, that they were both screaming at each other and closed door did nothing to muffle the sounds. The voices were echoing through the entire house, even though the individual words were incomprehensible. (luckily for the rest of the household).

„Just say it, you were ashamed you had a daughter with some mutation!”

„For the third time - I didn’t know!I had my suspicions it could be you but-”

„You what?” Y/N;s voice got way more hurt and angered, all the emotions escaped from her like from a popped balloon after hearing this half-sentence. „Mum....”

„I’m sorry, sweetie...” her mother grabbed both of her hands squeezing them reassuringly, trying to make Y/N look into her eyes „I truly am, I should have told you about family blood, but I wanted to protect you....”

„Classic excuse.” the girl muttered

„classic excuse of a concerned parent.”

„i;m not a kid anymore! I’m 17! Almost 18!”

„you were not ready for it, Y/N.”

„well now I have to confront this crazy reality without any previous preparation! God, mum! It’s like waking up one day bleeding from the uterus without knowing what period is!”

„Did you just compared being a banshee to menstruation?” her mother chocked on the tea,

„I did not --oh...” her eyes grew wide „oh, damn, I did” she chuckled once, then twice and before she noticed, both she and her mother were laughing out loud about quite unfortunate parallel, the tension gone almost instantly.

„so what now?” the girl asked after a moment

„What do you mean?”

„dunno. You tell me. Do I get some training or something? How do I control it?”

„You don’t.”

„I don’t?!”

Her mother only shook her head.

„It’s not like in the movies or in the books. There is no magic switch that allows you to just turn it off or on. You just have to explore it by yourself.”

„are you sure there’s no instruction manual?”

„definitely not. It;s an individual matter and you have to find your own path” her mother just said

„Well, for the whole not-a-movie line of thinking, this one sentence kind of broke the whole argumentation....”

***

Her own path.

Since, technically speaking she still felt like a freak, it got the wheels in her brain turning.

What was the best place to find out herself and get to learn how to live with her so called gift?

What was the only city that could possibly accept another enhanced human?

Where on Earth she would both fit in the crowd and got space for pursuing the individuality?

Well-

She’s always been a fan of the Avengers....

***

New York.

To quote the classic: concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Mhm. Right.

But before you reach your mental Empire State building, you have to adjust and become a countryman starting from learning the right accent ending on the skill of stopping the cabs in the never ending traffic and crowd.

18 year old girl living alone in a foreign city.

So many things could go wrong.

But for the first time in her life she felt like she was the one making choices and taking control of her own life. Freaking powerful feeling. And hey! She was a banshee! A literal banshee so everyone better make way cause here she comes!

Being smart and resourceful she got into NYU on R&D and technology faculty and all signs in heaven and earth was showing that she was on the highway to an internship at Stark Industries. If only it wasn’t for this little nerd named Peter Parker.... She could feel something was off with him.

***

So, generally speaking, life was good.

Except for the loneliness. The worst kind of it, loneliness in the crowd when on one hand you feel like  a part of buzzing life and estranged and cut out from society on the other.

But with 8 miliard people in the world, almost 19 millions in NY you just got to keep your eyes open.

***

They first met in the pots and pans section of the supermarket.

She was looking at an air fryer placed at the top that came with the Iron Man puzzle gift set.

Even though she was taller than most of her peers, she couldn't reach it. To hell with high store shelves!

Just as she was about to take a quick trip to shoe shop just to buy a pair of high heels for help, a pair of strong arms appeared in front of her and handed her the air fryer she wanted.

She took it dully, her eyes following those arms once more, her mind restless.

It was another air fryer, different in that the other one came with the Captain America puzzle gift set.

Before she knew it, she was giving a thumbs up.

Just then, he looked over at her.

The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was, and the second thing made her chuckle because he gave her a thumbs up as well. Talk about modern communication where gestures serves as words,.

"You have good taste," he told her, along with a devilish grin, that only confirmed her belief he gave her the star spangled man piece on purpose.

„considering what I was going for - definitely.” she laughed „but thank you either way.”

„wait.” he made a funny face „you’re not actually telling me you prefer the guy with money and technology over the actual hero.”

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

'There are so many wrong things with that sentence" the guy rolled his eyes, almost as if he got some first hand experience with billionaire heroes/vigilantes "I suppose I’ll have to convince you you’re wrong?”

„Huh! Classic mansplaining?”

„Say, would you like a cup of coffee? My treat." he raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. After all he was a stranger. „Backing down from a challenge, princess?”

„Oh it’s on!” he was a stanger and she was a banshee. If anyone would feel upcoming tragedy it would definitely be her.

Yeah... you just gotta keep your eyes open.

Out of all the places in the world - Jason and Y/N’s story began in a small household appliances department.

....

[coffeepurpleu]

On a Sweet Night, Be My Lucky Star (01)

Pairing : VampireTaehyung x WitchReader x DemonJungkook

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Angst, a little of violence,Fluff (I'll try go with all lmao)

Serie: (still don't know how many longer will be, like chapters, but I'm going to make you enjoy it),about updates (there's will be not a specific day to update, *wink).

This will be my first fanfic here, English It's not my first language, so, if you have any suggestion I'll try it🏃🏻‍♀️.

Teaser (if you want to see it) CH02

"Darling, here's a present for you" I saw my grandmother with a small purple bag in her wrinkled hands.

"What is this grandma?" I asked looking at her curiously

"It's a quartz, it will protect you from everything bad" she replied.

I looked at the orange quartz sticking out of my grandmother's fingers, before I received it, everything went dark.

"Grandma?" I whispered looking for her.

I saw a dark shadow pointing at me, water was surrounding me.

I wake up shaken from sleep, looking around, looking for my phone to see the time, 5:55 A.M.

"Well Sunhee, time to start the day" I yawn to look at my dog sleeping comfortably in her bed.

I head towards the bathroom to shower, already dressed, I decide to eat breakfast on the way, I head downstairs grabbing my stuff stuff stuffing it in my bag. I grab my keys, open the door to find Jin. He is my best friend, he has a popular restaurant in town, human, I would say immortal because at 26 years old, he doesn't look that age.

"Jinnie, it's too early for you to open the restaurant, what brings you here?" I ask with an innocent tone.

"You know why I'm here, since lately you go to work without breakfast, I make you breakfast, Yah what a brat you are" he furrows his eyebrows a little.

"So considerate, thank you but I don't need it" I chuckle.

"Sure you do, remind you of the last time you were in the hospital? Besides my food is the best" He strikes a funny pose, where they both end up laughing.

"I'll still have my morning coffee," I say.

"Sure, your caffeine routine I won't take it away, then you get mad at penguin" he laughs squeezing my cheeks.

"Just because you're taller, doesn't give you the right to make fun of me, ugly" I run to my car before he chases after me.

"Who do you think you're talking to? and you can't leave without me" he climbs into the passenger seat, holding my breakfast steady in his hands.

"You started it!" I yell

"Don't you recognize a good joke? you're too sensitive" he rolls his eyes.

" Well, here I leave you, good luck today, I will come at 8, today I want sushi" I mention opening the door and getting out of the car to say goodbye to him.

"Again?, don't stress today, are they going to interview someone new?" he gets out of the car, arranging his clothes.

"Well you pick the food, yes, we need someone at the planning station" I sigh hugging him.

"Everything will be fine, today will be a great day" He pats me on the head before turning and opening the doors to his restaurant, I turn around to go to the company.

I enter the company walking slowly, receiving the good morning greetings from everyone there.

"Excuse me, boss."

I turn to see where the voice is coming from, it's from my receptionist, Lisa, an elf very good at her job.

"Do you need anything?" I ask her

"My mother just died,would you give me 3 days off?" she murmurs.

"Sure, be careful" I hug her before heading to the elevator.

As the elevator doors open, my secretary, Soyeon is revealed with some folders in her hands.

"There's already the new guy for the interview" she mentions bowing giving a smirk.

"Is there something funny I should know about?" I arch an eyebrow.

"It's nothing, it's just, the kid's a nervous wreck" she mutters.

"Oh come on, we were all like that for our first interview, I remember I kept fidgeting in my chair, and I couldn't find something to look at" I chuckle with embarrassment.  

"That must have been cute to see, and funny" We both burst out laughing. "Well, I'll go set up the meetings, you should go to your office, I'll send the boy over" She smiles before turning away.

I walk to my office, take a seat in the swivel chair, taking the folder on the table, I swivel in the chair for a while until there is a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say in a loud voice.

"Good morning, my name is Hoshi, I come for the interview" He mumbles with blushing cheeks.

"Have a seat, so you know what the position is about right?" I look at him intently which makes him shrink a little.

"Yes ma'am, I have been a scholarship holder from the best university in seoul, I would like to put my acquired knowledge into this job" He smiles shyly.

"Good, I will give you a week trial, show your skills" I stretch my hand which is taken by his, he smiles brightly before standing up and bowing.

"Thank you very much, you won't regret it" He leaves the office, with instructions to ask Soyeon for an induction.

I'm in the boardroom, surrounded by partners, we're brainstorming new ideas. 4pm and my eyes are going, a migraine is coming on.

"Well gentlemen, any suggestions you can send them with my assistant Soyeon or to my mail" I smile to go straight to my office, I throw myself on the couch to close my eyes.

"girl, it's 7:30, aren't you going to look for Jin?" I hear Soyeon say

"later, I'm sleepy" I mumble

"I have no other choice" She pulls me from the sofa making me fall on the floor.

"Ouch!" my eyes pop open, I stand up with a frown, wave my hand as a sign that I'm saying goodbye and go to the car.

I turn on the radio to listen to some news, the same old news, fighting over clans, for context.

A long time ago there were fights between different types of species, each with their life partner or destiny, nowadays, even though we live comfortably, there are some types of "clans" that refuse to believe that life partners of different species are not equal to the same (type, an elf with a troll to say something). But clarifying that, being a witch, I have learned to live without a companion, I have my best friend Jin.

"Where's my omma?" I ask getting out of the car walking into the restaurant. "Yah! You know you shouldn't talk like that" Jin mentions, I managed to dodge the incoming punch.

"Come on now! It's funny anyway, it's almost eight o'clock, are you closing up? Remember that tomorrow you will accompany me to Paris" I wink at him.

I usually focus on work although lately I've been tired, I'm CEO of 5 companies, I took 2 weeks off, since Jin's birthday is coming up, and I thought I'd treat us to a trip.

"Yeah, just let me lock up" He mentions taking off his apron, looking for the keys. At that, we hear the door open and see a gray wolf. "Jin?" I say, "What...?" he replies.

Before we can say anything the wolf falls to the ground, we approach him, we see his ribs sticking out with a bruise on top of them. I carefully move him with telekinesis to one of the nearest tables.

"My tablecloth-" Jin reproaches.

"I'll give you a new one, it needs to be healed" I glare at him.

I start to heal it with magic, the bruise was slowly disappearing, sounds of rain were coming from outside, we exchanged glances.

"Let's go before the weather gets worse" I look at Jin "But you're carrying him" he says.

We get in the car, I put on soft music, almost getting home we hear a growl behind us.

"Y/n I think he's awake" Jin whispers.

I look through the mirror to see the wolf's eyes analyzing both of us, I decide to speak as I look back to the road.

"I heal you, you must be hungry, surely there is something you can eat, jin will prepare something for us right?" i look at him.

"Sure, I could make bibimbap" he smiles slightly.

The wolf decides to lie down as soon as we get to the house. We get out of the car, as we enter I get sunhee jumping into my arms, the wolf snorts.

"I'll be in my room, let me know when the food is ready?" i say before yawning, releasing sunhee on the floor.

"Sure, and take a bath you smell nasty" Jin laughs.

"liar!" i go upstairs to lie down on the bed. I close my eyes, falling asleep, when I feel water being poured on me.

"Food is served downstairs!" i see jin running, i go after him. As I sit up, I see the wolf still being cutelicious, he's finished his meal.

"Everything ok? if you have nowhere to stay, you can stay with us, well, in my house, there are many rooms" I smile, he looks at me with astonishment after going to lie down on the sofa.

"Hey are you calling me poor?" Jin frowns.

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't put up with your ugly jokes "I grimace.

"Oh come on, you have no sense of humor, sourpuss" he mentions.

"Yes I do, right I do sunhee? come on let's go to sleep" I hold sunhee in my arms, bowing. "Rest"

"Well I'll go to sleep buddy, see you tomorrow" Jin mumbles.

With the lights off, the wolf turns into a man, he goes through rooms to take a bath, he found a library with a big purple armchair, plants adorning the ceiling, even though he still didn't trust them, he could rest well, just like before.

The next morning, the wolf fell asleep in the library, he had found some old clothes, so he put them on and went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. What he didn't expect was that Jin was in the kitchen.

"Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Jin yells out.

"Hey man calm down, I'm the wolf, my name is Namjoon" he bowed.

I walk down the stairs with the sheet wrapped around me.

"Why are you guys making noise so early in the morning" I complains

"Because he appears just like that" Jin mentions pointing Namjoon up and down.

"It's normal, I'm a hybrid" Nam shrugs, turning around to make himself a coffee.

"Well, we have to get used to it, we have to buy him clothes too" I walk over to Nam. "Let me have some coffee please, and Jin, it smells burnt"

"Go ahead, it's your house anyway" Nam takes his cup of coffee to sit at the table.

"My pancakes! Can't you use magic and redo them?" Jin complains.

"Oh come on! It should be for life and death situations" I mentions

"This is life or death! It's our food!" he shakes me.

"Well well, next time we can make dumplings" I wiggled my fingers making the pancakes perfectly cooked. We hear the light laughter coming from Nam.

My phone vibrates, it's Soyeon.

"Hey girl, how's it going? You know they have a flight today right?"she mentions. "Shit, I knew something had to be done, wait" I hang up quickly to turn around to see the guys.

"Well Nam, I scheduled a trip for me and Jin since his Birthday is coming up, it's today, but I don't know if you would be ok here alone, and Jin, would you agree for him to come?" I look at them waiting for an answer.

"For me, no problem" Jin looks at Nam.

"I don't know, I don't want to cause any trouble, besides isn't it your gift for him?" he purses his lips a little bit

"Yes, but you can also see it as an opportunity to buy clothes and have fun, then" I pat sunhee who is beside me.

"That's okay, I guess it'll be fun" he murmurs.

I call Soyeon to tell him to tell the driver that someone else is coming, then chat with Elizabeth, an old friend.

Crazy witch🐙: Hey bitch, are you there?

The Coolest👾 :Taking care of Sunhee? Why not Flor¿😯

Crazy witch🐙:Because I love you and you love me😁

The Coolest👾 : Well, leave her to Shiro😪

Crazy witch🐙:Are you still in the fashion show?👀

The Coolest👾 :Yes, Flor mentions if we can make a camping trip soon.😶‍🌫️

Crazy witch🐙:Sure when I get back from Paris✈️

"Are you done yet?" Namjoon appears behind me.

"Man, take it easy, you scared me" I put one hand on my chest.

"I'm sorry, but Jin is already out with the bags, I've already bathed, I'm changed but you're missing" he smiles apologetically.

"Yes I'm coming, get in the driver's car when I arrive, I won't be late" I snort to go upstairs to take a cold bath, I decide to wear a jean skirt with a grey croptop with flowers on it and my boots. I walk over to the mirror I have, I hear a car beep.

"I'm coming!" I yell to grab my purse, I put on a knitted beret my grandmother made me, the quartz necklace, and my holographic earrings. I walk downstairs to see Mr. Lee greeting me.

"How are you Miss?" Between his light wrinkles I see a warm smile. "Ready for a break, how have you and your family been?" I ask tapping his shoulder.

"Very well, now come on upstairs it will be late" he opens the door for me.

"Girl, what took you so long?" Jin asked.

"Wait! Sunhee, god I almost forgot" I quickly get off to look for Sunhee and her things, I get back on next to her. "Mr. Lee, how much time do you pray you have? I have to leave sunhee with Elizabeth" I look at him.

He puts on a pair of dark glasses before saying "Hold on tight".

"Why leave her with that Elizabeth?" Nam asks.

"Because she is a friend we are like family, she is a demon, besides sunhee if I leave her alone at home she makes disasters, believe me, she has eaten the socket protectors, sometimes I feel like she is immortal" I sigh.

"She's mommy's baby" Jin speaks in a baby tone.

"Obvious" We all laugh

"Ready, here we are" Mr. Lee mentions.

"Thanks, I'll be right back" I get out of the car carrying sunhee.

Knock Knock

The door opens, a guy in pajamas gets out.

"Hey Y/N, long time no see" he greets

"Don't get excited Shiro, I talked to Elizabeth, she's going to do me the favor of watching Sunhee until I get back from paris" I hand him Sunhee's things, and her leash. "You know her schedule, good luck, and don't let her eat socks!" I turn around to run to the car, get in it.

"Ready, let's go" I smile. "I'm going to call my aunt Jessi to let her know, I haven't seen her in a while."

"You become an old lady when you talk to her" Jin laughs.

"Oh come on" Before I dial my aunt, an incoming call from my mom interrupts.

"Hi ma, how's your vacation going?" I ask her.

"Wonderful here in Jeju with Goonie" She says.

"Ugh, too much sugar ma, I'm going to Paris with Jin, and a new friend, I plan to stop by my aunt Jessi's house" She laughs a little bit

"New friend? Who is it?" she speaks in a mocking tone.

"Not like that! it's not my destiny, we've already talked about it" I mumble, watching Jin and Nam talk.

"I know, but I want to see you happy, and I want grandchildren" She speaks excitedly.

"Don't even think, I'm going to cut myself the-" she interrupts me.

"Watch your language, assface" We laugh.

"Here we are" I hear Mr. Lee

"See you later ma, kisses" I hang up to grab my stuff and look for the private jet, Nam's eyes widen like saucers. "I'm humble" We laugh lightly.

Getting on the plane, I almost fall to the ground. I hear the laughter behind me. "How rude not to help a lady" I pout, they look at each other and sit on the plane's couch, putting on seat belts.

"I brought cards" Jin says

"I don't remember the rules well. Namjoon scratches the back of his head.

"You ignore me? fine, I'll go to sleep, please wake me up when we arrive" I go to bed indignant.

"ONE!" shouts Jin

"Man, I'm bad at this" Namjoon sighs.

"It's lack of practice" Jin shrugs his shoulders.

"Fine, I'll show you how to play" I get up from the bed

"Weren't you sleeping?" Jin asks

"I couldn't, give me space". He gives me a space to sit between them. "Thank you."

After 4 rounds in a row, I won.

"NOOO, treacherous" Jin complains.

"I guess I'll win someday" Nam laughs.

"We have arrived at your destination" I hear the voice in the jet, as it slowly lands.

"Let's go!" I get up running excitedly.

"So fast" Nam asks.

I say goodbye to the jet driver to find the chauffeur who will drop us all off at my aunt's house.

"Bonjour, Madame" The chauffeur greets me.

"Bonjour! Take us to my aunt please" I smile, looking around the airport.

"With pleasure, Madame" Smiles the chauffeur.

After 15 minutes we arrive at the house. I knock on the door.

"Girl, long time no see" My aunt hugs me.

"Princess!" My uncle joins us in the hug.

The hug is undone, because my uncles go to greet Jin, Namjoon just looks, I signal him to come in, my uncles look at him.

" this is Namjoon, new friend" Nam bows with a shy smile.

"Welcome to the family, Namjoon" My uncle smiles.

"Thank you" Nam replies shyly

"Well, where is Haerin?" I ask.

"Well, she's coming soon, she said he has a surprise, I guess, do you want coffee?" my aunt asks.

"I do, you know I can't refuse coffee" I smiled.

"Could I make myself a tea?" Jin asked.

"Go ahead dear, I don't know why you don't want coffee" my aunt laughs.

"I do want some" Namjoon mentions.

"Let's settle them upstairs boy" . My uncle lifts my suitcase, Namjoon follows him with the other suitcases in his hands, they lose sight of each other on the stairs.

"So where are you coming from?" uncle asks.

"From the mountains, north side, it was just me and dad" Namjoon mumbles somewhat nostalgically.

"Oh boy, I'm sorry, but look here we always have room for more" tio slipped his arm behind Nam's neck to hug him. Let's go downstairs and then the fire gets cold.

The door opened revealing Haerin with her boyfriend Heechul, they were laughing, until Haerin saw me, she runs to hug me.

"You're choking me, help-" I move into his arms.

"Didn't you miss me? You don't call me" She says in a childish voice"

"Well you don't answer either" I frown.

"We're even" We laugh. "Mom!, Dad, I missed you" she comes over to hug them.

I see Jin with two cups in his hands, he walks over to me, then walks over to Nam to give it to us.

"You didn't pour anything in it, did you?" I ask holding back laughter.

"YAH! Aunt Choi say something to her!" Jin complains.

"You're all grown up kids, anyway, let Haerin tell the news" My aunt smiles, we all take a seat.

"Ready honey?" Haerin asks Heechul who nods. "We're getting married! and there's a surprise coming" this last she mumbles.

"What the-" My uncle turns pale.

"He's getting his blood pressure down" I say running into the living room.

"Congratulations daughter, you know how dramatic your father is" My aunt hugs them.

"Congratulations!" Jin says, elbowing Nam who is concentrating on drinking his coffee.

"Congratulations" Nam mentions

"Well, we should have a party before we go" My aunt mentions, handing a glass of water to my uncle.

"Leave?" asks Jin

"Yes, we are going on a trip" My aunt smiles.

"When?" I ask

"Tomorrow morning" manages to answer my uncle.

"Shall I order food?" asks Haerin

"I can get the drinks" I mention.

"I think there is a store near here" Heechul mentions.

"Well, anyone coming or?" Nam steps forward, we grab our coats to go.

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Word count: 3.1k

I was a bit sick 😭(I was anxious to upload it), but here it is at last, tell me what do you think, what changes or additions can I make?

my friend is helping me to organize ideas, because I have too many that I-

Thanks for the love you give to the serie, ch 2 on the way chu chu🚂.

I will soon make the masterlist to organize this🍵

All rights reserved to @coffepurpleu

[checkadii]

tipsy or drunk or mildly tipsy idk vent

Sometimes I wish dad went back because I don’t want to deal with him drunk ever again had enough of that growing up but then I think about it some more and I’d rather it be me than mom because at least here he has grandma and aunt to be wary of because they won’t tolerate him drunk but if he went back there’s literally nothing stopping him from being drunk starting from noon and moms tired enough but I’m still worried and scared for herlike . They love eachother they really do. They do care for eachother . But then I think about things some more again and I remember how I would sleep with ac off in the summer without a fan or proper ventilation in the goddamn Middle East just because it was loud and everytime I hear them starting to raise their voices while talking-becoming-arguing I just step out and stand in the living room doorway and they’d stop and then I think about when I was like. What. 6 and they got into a really bad fight one of the first I ever saw and dad kept me sat on the couch next to him and wouldn’t let me to go mom and she was holding my sister and we were both crying and my other aunt was there trying to get them to calm down and he yelled at mom about her deceased mother as an insult because yes unironically your mom and your dad are genuine insults here and they are very offensive and then he cursed/insulted ? Said something taboo about her very very elderly bedridden dad and so she just. Left. Started going upstairs with my sister and left me down there next to him and only came back down briefly to yell fuck you too because he did it first and neither of them comforted me from what I remember and then I think about it moreee and I remember how my mom would ask me and my sister if we’d be happier if it was just the three of us and I don’t remember how we answered her and the bajillion other times they fought and ohh there was this one time I locked myself in the bathroom and more or less started bashing my head on the wall. Ouch btw don’t reccomend but it got them to stop so. and think that was when they’d start trying to make sure I wasn’t there for arguements because whenever I was they widk try to settle it immediately so I’d. just sleep little and started saying up more and that’s probably when my internal clock hm got fucked up idk if jsut leave my room and take three steps to the living room doorway and they’d stop and I made sure that I kept my door open with a bottle or something since it swings shut by itself and I never really wore eerphones in the house at night even though I really wanted to sleep to music when I could and just had to deal with speaker plus low volume and the goddamn ac dude summers sucked and then I remember that my brother might’ve touched me and took a shower with me and that maybe the signs were there and that my sister used to yell the r slur at me and pretended she didn’t then talked about me behind my back even though our room was more or less connected with just an incomplete partition and I just doon’t know anymore and I started talking to myself at one point but it derailed into years of still ongoing feelings of paranoia where I’m convinced I’m being constantly watched and judged and I can’t do things without being conscious even while alone and I’m afraid of my thoughts and mind being resd and sometimes I’m convinced I see something but I don’t and sometimes I feel like there’s so many people in my room when it’s just me and that they’re hiding under the bed or on my closet or under my desk and I don’t knoww and then at this point I’ve taken to hst staying in a bubble and think about yhingd I like so I don’t have to think about other things and that leads me to forgetting the world sround me an di forget to keep in touch with friends and I forget to reply and just be thrrr for people and I don’t know

[lemmilemura]

Welcome to this years Valentines Day post! (if I don't post smth else tmrw (it's 1am it's technically still today) that I get the idea for) The idea is simple: the TikTok trend of screaming loving things in an angry voice and different language at your S/O! And since I want to, it'll be in Italian, with not 1! 2 CHARACTERSSS That's right, both Show Simon, as well as Wayne are getting one! :D Without further ado, here's Show!Simon!

All kept gender-neutral

You had invited Simon along to your annual family get-together, as per your parents request, because your family that lived away wanted to meet him

Thing is, your extended family is from Italy, mom's side specifically, and the older the relatives get, the less English they understand. Most of them only know Italian.

Simon, however, does not.

He knows the very basics, like hello, thank you, goodbye, but it's infinitely harder when your relatives speak as fast as Auctioners.

So you act as the main translator for the day. Not that you mind, of course, you knew this was gonna happen

What you didn't expect, was one of your cousins to come up to you while you're with your mom, grandma and aunt and tells you you have to try something right now

They then show you a video of someone screaming very loving things in an angry voice at their partners. You immediately know what they mean, and everyone in the room supports you.

You decide to do it, going out into the livingroom where he's currently playing MarioKart with some of your younger cousins, one of which just hit him with a red shell

"Simon!" you yell. He almost drops his controller, you never shout at him. He turns to look at you. "Yes?"

"Sai quanto sei bella oggi?" ("Do you know how good you look today?")

Queue 😶

"What?"

"In qualche modo riesci ad avere un aspetto migliore ogni volta che ti vedo!" ("You somehow manage to look better every time I see you!")

Your family is now also paying attention, your cousin has to cover their mouth to not laugh

Your dad's side, however, is almost as confused as Simon is

"Sweetheart I have no idea what you're saying." He tries to keep his attention on both you and the game, not wanting to lose but also not wanting to make you angrier

"Mio Dio, non sai quanto mi sento fortunato ad averti!" ("My god you don't know how lucky I feel to have you")

You can hear your grandmother starting to laugh from her chair

"Did I do something?" Simon looks around at your family, who are all trying not to laugh, some feeling bad for him

"Non riescono letteralmente a smettere di parlare di te, sta diventando piuttosto fastidioso." (They literally cannot stop talking about you, it's getting kind of annoying.) Your aunt then says

His look says 'shit now two of them'

It's when he looks like he's about to break that you stop, hugging him and kissing his cheek "You're fine, honey, Just a prank. You really ought to learn sometime"

"Già, forse potresti insegnargli qualcosa stasera a letto" your cousin jokes, before being hit over the head by your aunt "Stai zitto!" ("Shut up!")

The last ne you can go figure out yourselves ;) Happy Valentine's Day everyone ❤️

~Taglist~ @eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

[thirdhouseontheleft]

growing up i was always the smallest in my class

not only in stature but in existence

it wasn’t a conscious decision, it was just how it was.

I had the smallest room in the house, for my 5th birthday the walls were painted pink. I had tinker bell bedding and a canopy hung from the ceiling. I would wrap it around me and close my eyes. I was an astronaut in my ship, hurtling through space, away away away.

My grandma gave me a fairy sticker book one day, tiny fairies on tiny flowers with tiny voices and tiny trinkets. I loved them, I saw myself in them. I peeled each and every one from the book and stuck them on my door. I was yelled at, it was hardwood, it was original, I didnt know what those words meant.

I sat in my room in a tiny ball, sobbing, trying to get them off, they were stuck on good. None came off clean, they left behind a crumpled paper trace, ghosts of their presence. gone, gone, gone.

The rest of the house was loud. Heavy with the grief of my mother and the rage of my father i wondered if it was my fault, i shouldn’t have put the stickers on the door.

two doors down is where the monster slept whenever he would come home. I hated when he came home. I’d hide in the back of my parents closet.

I was always told he loved me when I was a baby, holding and cradling, I always wondered when that changed. Did they tell him about the door?

I’d tighten my arms around my knees thinking that if i squeezed myself hard enough i would collapse into my body. safe, safe, safe

I hated how the monster made her scream, how she cried when he left.

Fists had been shoved through the plaster, rippling out like a drop upon still water. We never filled it back in.

if i just tucked in hard enough and squeezed my eyes i was untouchable. I kept it all down, all the emotions, we were broken enough. When i kept small,they could pretend that I was okay, that I didnt see it, that i didn’t know what was happening, too little too little too little

I didn’t want to ruin it for them. The monster had done enough, they were dealing with enough.

So i kept small. and I keep small.

I have forgotten how to be anything but

- M

[wildswrites]

seven snippets, seven people.

sorry for the triple tag today, taglist, but i thought it was a good day to show off some of the stuff i’ve been working on! thanks for the tag, @sleepyowlwrites! here we go:

one. [from chapter 06]

Robin will not sit still and quiet when he is being held, and so he is sitting between Moon-sik and I, my hand just behind his back to make sure that he doesn’t fall. His little hands scrub through the dirt, shrieks of delight loud and daunting, but not nearly as loud as his distress had been. There is blood all over me - my hands, my skin, my hair - but the baby does not seem to care.

“What are you doing out here, Moon-sik?”

continued beneath cut.

two. [from chapter 07]

She ghosts over the puffy red edge of one of the cuts, and it is like an electric shot. Once when I was a child, I went over to a friend’s house. They kept horses, and I loved them, and eventually she left me waiting at the fence because I could not bear to drag myself away just yet. When she was gone, I crept closer. When she was gone, I hooked my fingers over the edge of an electric fence. When she was gone, I was extremely lucky that the voltage was low enough that I could yank myself free.

This is like that, if the voltage had been turned up three or four times as high.

three. [from chapter 08]

“I was an idiot,” he says, just when I am thinking that he has passed out on my shoulder. His words are broken by pauses to breathe, heavy breaths racketing his body and mine. My own breath is bated, waiting to hear more details of the story, but he continues it in a way that I could not have guessed. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Shouldn’t have left you. You and…”

four. [from chapter 09]

Her voice hitches, and no one comments on it. After a few seconds, she continues.

“I was worried he would draw attention, so I kept stopping to try and make him feel better. I tried everything - gave him his last bottle, changed his diaper, anything I could think of. But he wanted you, and I couldn’t give him that.”

I take a deep, shuddering breath, and Sienna releases my collar to stroke her fingertips across my throat and chin. Soft, soothing motions. I do not open my eyes, scared of what I will find looking back at me.

“We had to hide out in someone’s house for a little while - left the door wide open, so we hid in the mud room. Looked like they were having some sort of party – cars everywhere, zombies everywhere. We couldn’t get out of there until something went by, distracting them. It gave Robin a chance for a nap, but otherwise it was just awful. Then when we got here… things were crazy, here.”

five. [from chapter 10]

Moon and I are sitting in the grass, warmed by the sun and trying to convince Robin that he’s big enough to toddle back and forth between us. We’ve managed to get a few steps out of him, but nothing more; the speed at which this child will drop to his hands and knees seems almost dangerous, but if nothing else the plush grass beneath us will protect his skin.

six. [from chapter 11]

The crowd is buzzing still, chatter amongst the people filling the air with noise, but that cacophony of sound comes to a stop the moment that my grandma raises her hand.

“Welcome,” she calls out, loud and clear. I can only hope that there are still people walking the edge of the fenced property, on watch for anything bumpy and sharp. The noise is sure to draw attention, but I endeavor to trust that it is handled. “It’s wonderful to see all of you here today. I must say that I am pleasantly surprised that we have gathered such a crowd. There’s more of you than there are of us, and with over twenty people in the family, that sure is saying something!”

seven. [from writing ahead]

“As a friend. You like me as a friend, and it’s fine. I’m satisfied being your friend - I love being your friend. It’s fucking fine.�� He laughs, bitter and sardonic. “Why would you even want me, anyway?” he asks, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes are watery around the edges, making my chest burn. I’ve not only managed to piss him off. I’ve made him cry too, and that may be unforgivable. “We’ve not known each other long, and I know Sienna is meant to be yours. I am perfectly fine to squish down my feelings until they are gone, but here you are. Making it really fucking hard.”

tagging in my taglist on this one, so that’s: @tate-lin ; @faelanvance ; @arionawrites ; @sarah-sandwich-writes ; @thearchangelwrites ; @zoe-louvre ; @flowerprose​ ; @thatonedreamer​ ; @thesorcerersapprentice​. i’d love to see what y’all are working on!

[bittersweettweet]

2

Memories from the Past

One of my most vivid memories takes me back to my 4th grade, where my diary begins. It was during that time when the Islamic revolution began. For a whole five months, school was out of the question. Eventually, we returned for four months and had to take some tests.

By the time 5th grade started, the revolution had already taken place, and the fighting and wars had ceased. Our family had moved from our old house to Karimkhan Zand street, Iranshahr Street, Taghavi Ally—a wealthier part of the city. We felt like we didn't quite belong there. On the second floor of our building, a Korean family had rented a place and made it their home. The Dad worked at their embassy and the Mom used to be a stripper at a strip club that shut down after the revolution. The third floor was occupied by an art gallery, and the fourth floor housed an insurance agency.

It was during that time that we became friends with the Korean twin boys, Cho Chon Wa and Cho Chan Ya. We spent the entire summer playing with them until school started.

In that remarkable year, I was enrolled in a school called Orkideh, also known as "The Orchid." It was located on Saadi Street, close to my dad's office. Although it was quite far from where we lived, it made things easier for my dad to take us there.

On the very first day of school, I walked in with my hair styled in two neatly braided pigtails. It was a signature look that I shared with my younger sister, Liz, who was in the 2nd grade. Despite our physical differences—her fair complexion and auburn hair contrasting with my own features—we were often mistaken for twins. And without hesitation, we would always play along and proudly proclaim ourselves as such. Together, we strolled through the schoolyard during lunch breaks, feeling estranged because we had no other friends. It was hard to feel like we belonged because it was my last year of elementary school, and it seemed very temporary to put any effort into making it feel familiar.

The school felt a bit unfamiliar that year, and we kept to ourselves. Liz seemed to be struggling, perhaps due to stress. Almost every day, the teacher would call me over and make me stand in front of everyone in class. It was like being put on the spot, and it made me feel really uncomfortable. She told me that my sister Liz wasn't finishing her homework, and somehow I had to take the blame for it too. It didn't seem fair at all.

Once, I got so frustrated that I blurted out that Liz was always playing outside instead of doing her homework. I instantly regretted saying it because it wasn't nice of me. Liz started giggling, which made the teacher even angrier.

Liz's teacher was really mad and said she might kick her out of school. Liz started crying, and I was begging the teacher to change her mind. The teacher's voice got louder and louder until she was yelling. It was scary.

Then, my nice teacher, Mrs. Khoshhal, came over to see what was happening. She asked Mrs. Goodarzi, Liz's teacher, what was going on. Mrs. Goodarzi explained everything to her. Mrs. Khoshhal kindly pleaded with her to forgive Liz this time. At first, Mrs. Goodarzi didn't want to change her mind, but finally, she agreed and told Liz that this had to be the last time.

During lunch break, Liz kept begging me not to tell Mom about what happened. I promised her that I wouldn't. I reassured her that I would keep her secret. But things didn't really change much. Liz still didn't study, and I kept getting blamed for her mistakes.

Sometimes, the teacher would use a ruler to hit Liz, and that was just plain mean. I could tell that it made Liz feel really bad, even though she never showed it. She was too proud and stubborn to let anyone see how much it hurt her. It made me sad to see her going through that.

Liz had a special doll that used to cry when we hit it. It was a gift from Mom because Liz did well in first grade. But later, Grandma washed the doll, and it broke. It never cried again. Liz offered me the broken doll in exchange for me doing her homework, and I agreed to help her.

Towards the end of the school year, Liz started studying really hard, and she became an honor student. She did even better than me, despite all the trouble we went through. I was so proud of her.

My take today:

This is a long entry, so I will interrupt here. Even though Liz had her ups and downs, she never gave up. Somehow, very quietly, without anyone noticing, she worked on improving. She proved that she could do great things when she put her mind to it. And I learned that helping someone you love, like my sister, can make a big difference. We both grew from this experience, and it made our bond even stronger. Also, what the heck was up with the teachers those days?! The hitting and embarrassing, and pulling me in to solve their problems. None of it makes sense.

After school, we walked to my dad's office together. Sometimes, along the way, we would stop at a small convenience store to grab some fruit rolls or dried plums. Occasionally, we would pass by a bookstore where I would browse through intriguing greeting cards and postcards. On occasion we would invite other friends to join us. My dad would sometimes give us a little money, and whenever I had some, I would spend it on the cards that I found most beautiful or interesting. Most of them happened to be anime-themed, which I found particularly captivating.

At the office, my dad was always busy with his work. He would lead us to a separate room where we could do our homework until he finished. Sometimes, he would treat us to the most delicious sandwiches. While working on my assignments, I would often find myself drawing pictures. My favorite subjects were stunning women in exquisite dresses. My dad would proudly show off my artwork to his coworkers and boast about my talent.

Back in those days, there wasn't a single image of The Bab, the center figure of the Baha'i Faith, floating around. No one had a clue what he actually looked like. One fine day, I stumbled upon a book at the bookstore called "Fetneh Bab," which translates to "The Sedition of The Bab." And guess what was on the cover? A picture of The Bab himself!

I couldn't contain my excitement, so I rushed to the office to spill the beans to my dad. Of course, he was all like, "Nah, you must be mistaken dear" But deep down, I could tell he was curious. At the end of the day, he finally caved in and asked me to show him where I had spotted the book.

So, off we went on a little adventure with him holding my hand. We walked all the way to the bookstore, and I pointed excitedly at the book, sitting proudly on the shelf. Dad stood there, frozen, staring at it for what felt like an eternity. I could see that he was captivated by the image. Without hesitation, he grabbed the book and purchased it right then and there. But here's the thing—he asked me to keep it our little secret. Turns out, we weren't supposed to buy any publications that were created to go against our faith.

It was like our own special discovery, a secret we cherished between us. That book, with The Bab's picture on the cover, became a prized possession, known only to a select few. It was a magical moment, a glimpse of history that I would always treasure in my heart.

I really, really loved the apartment we lived in. It felt more like a big house! Sometimes, Mom and us four girls would walk to this Kentucky Fried Chicken place nearby. It was a treat because we didn't have one in our old neighborhood. Mom never ordered anything for herself, though. I guess it was too expensive for her. We usually got fries and squeezed some lemon juice on them. Yum!

My take today: I can't wipe off the image of my mom sitting across from me at KFC, watching us eat. Her sacrifice depresses me today. :(

But there was something kinda creepy about the place. See, right across from our apartment, there was this old building that nobody used anymore. Its windows were all dark and broken, and there was ivy growing all over the outside walls. We could hear strange sounds coming from there, like kids playing and sometimes even crying. It gave me the shivers!

One day, my friend Babak from our old neighborhood came to visit. He was my age, 10 years old and his parents were friends with my family for a long time. Babak was such a nice and funny kid. He would play with a ball and do silly things like throwing himself on the ground and making faces just to make us laugh.

But then, a few weeks later, something really terrible happened. Babak, his brother, and his mom were going to Ghamsar, the village my mom and his parents grew up in, to see his dad. They told us that Babak's parents were having a fight and had separated for a little while. They wanted to go to Ghamsar to try and fix things. But on their way, a big truck had a flat tire while it was going really fast. The truck lost control and crashed into their car. It was so, so tragic. They said that Babak's mom grabbed him and tried to run out of the car, but the truck ran over the car and then over them. I can't even imagine how awful it must have been. There was blood everywhere, and they found Babak's body all crushed up with his mom's. We were all devastated and sad for days.

The apartment building belonged to Mr. Monfared, who was my dad's boss. The art gallery on top of the Korean neighbors belonged to Mr. Monfared's daughter, Zhinous. But we never saw anyone going up there, and we never saw Zhinous herself. It was a really peaceful place, filled with beautiful paintings. One painting of a ballerina stood out to me, and I still remember it clearly.

Oh, and there was also an insurance office above our unit, but it was never open or used. Nobody went there to work or anything. Another thing about the apartment was that it had cockroaches. My mom didn’t like it there that much. She said even though it was bigger than the house we sold, the windows were little and it was too dark.

Those were some strange and sad times in that apartment. But it had its own kind of magic too. It was very temporary anyways for us to get back on our feet.

Still 11/08/1982

My take today: It's very strange that even though we tried to cope and make the best of our situation during that period of time, after all these years, I still feel the tension and the estranged feeling of those days. It feels unsettled, and I can't shake it off. For some reason, I remember taping a tear in my dress from the back, making it look as perfect as the original. I believe it's the first creative thought that I can remember! LOL. Also, I remember I was starting to look at colors in awe. I was beginning to pay attention to my appearance and what I wore. I felt pretty :)

[uppitysugarplum]

05092024-00:45

it's amazing that even after a talk with them and crying over stupid stuff (talking abt myself) does nothing. we talked about it. two days ago. i explained to them, what it was basically, two days ago, that it was their rapid assumptions and their possessiveness over my route of life, like i have no say in what i'll do, that made me mad, and it upset me, so, i cried bc i was that mad bc i had been holding it in for so long. i exploded, that was it. i didn't yell, i didn't curse, i didn't offend them (intentionally), and i did my best to explain what the cause of it was. i thought we were fine, yesterday, i'm also talking less and being a little more mature tbh, i'm laughing less and i'm talking less loudly, since, as we discussed, tones of voices matter quite a lot. if my tone is up, then my mother assumes i'm talking back, so i'm talking softer, more monotone. ofc if she keeps insulting my friend (who has NOTHING to do with this, poor girl was just involved in this cuz it was the breaking point, i havent even talked to her bc i know what she'll say and that's not what i need rn) i'll be a little more mad, but rlly, i haven't said or done anything to provoke this. and they're getting mad also, bc i didn't tell them grandma gave me money. acting as if i wanted or asked for it? like they don't know it's not easy to say no or make them keep it, they accepted 4k for goodness' sake. i simply put it in my bag then and forgot to tell them. and that money would be spent anyway, so i keep it in my drawer, what's so wrong with that? if i put it in my bank account, i won't be able to spend it, since they're so worried i'll buy a whole store or something? i'll have to ask them for money anyway, so i kept it. eventually i'll put it in my bank account (and we talked about this, we discussed this, i really don't understand). they still think my "problem" or the reason i got upset is cuz i want to work. ffs, then our conversation and our discussion served of nothing. they took nothing from it, i specifically said that it's their assumptions and not taking in account my say and my opinion about MY life (in these financial matters), not hearing what i say, that made me upset, and that it's not something new, it's been building up. but they still think it's that, they still assume it's that. and then their other theory was that 'oh it is bc she doesn't get out of the house much', ffs, talking with them it's like talking to a wall. the answer was right there, i GAVE them the answer, they just took it and crumpled it and tossed it aside, wrote over my words to fit their narrative i don't understand. and mom thinks violence is the answer?? or getting a boyfriend/husband?????????? hello??????

it's really frustrating, but it is also why i'm making less effort to mask emotions. if i'm super happy or find something funny, i'll laugh. if i find something upsetting, i'll maybe talk about it or not give an opinion. if i'm sad, oh well, what's the use of telling them, they'll just assume on their own and ride with it anyway. i'm trying not to be as childish maybe, maybe they'll understand that i'm being serious when i say things, idfk. i don't mind them ADVISING that i don't spend money on useless things. i know that myself, as a matter of fact, and i wouldn't think of doing it anyway; then again, constantly accusing me of spending money and shit, recklessly, AS IF I'VE EVER DONE THAT BEFORE (????) is really annoying. i don't mind going out, telling them and texting them about my whereabouts, letting them have my location, in fact, it's more secure and assuring for me in case (goodness forgive) i find myself in danger. years of telling me 'no' and sheltering me though, have in fact made me less prone to ask them if i could go out, or if i could hang out with friends, cuz for one, they'll either:

decline, saying i have to study or it's late

scold me and warn me about spending money

use it against me after my hang outs whenever i do something "wrong"

and the last one always hurts the most and is the one that i'm makes me hesitate the most whenever i think of going out. bc if i happen to do something wrong, or even if i don't and mom is mad, it'll be the hangout's fault. it'll be the friends fault. it'll be my fault for going out. idfk what to do anymore. i'm just, tired, idk.

currently, bc i'm not as "lively" (which tbf, was my personality around them, childish i would call it, and i think i'm quite spoiled in a way, which is something i'm working to pin point and fix, many regrets come from it), to them, i'm mad. which honestly, is just bc they've never quite seen a calmer side of me. well, they'll have to get used to it. i can't keep acting like a child if i want to be treated as a young adult or at least a 19 teen year old.

i'm not asking to be kicked out of the house, given a job as a toilet scrubber and a dog-house as a shelter, ffs, that's not what i'm saying at all. just, simply, stop PLEASE making assumptions about what i'm feeling, what i'm thinking, ask me if anything, and take my words SERIOUSLY. if you shelter me for so long, i'll be unprepared for the world. and trust me a little bit more in things like these. i've never spent money recklessly, i've never stayed out until late mornings and wilded out or smth, i've not given you reason to question these things of me. if i tell you that my friend said her workplace is offering places, ask me first what i think about it. i'll tell you, you don't need to assume that i want to go and deny it promptly, like i'm asking to go to a brothel (and even then).

i'm very thankful and grateful that i have not had to experience anything bad from outsiders, at least things that can be prevented by them (predators, rapists, weirdos, idk what other things but ykwim), and i am so very grateful that they've taken most of the time my side on things, and have defended and protected me. but this level of treating me like i'm a dummy who wouldn't understand through simple advising, seriously. idk, if it even makes sense. i'm just a little upset over what they've said about me, tonight. as if they've not known me for 19 years and i'm just some stranger who they can't put at least a little bit of trust in.

sigh. i'll keep this up i guess? i'm feeling more peaceful even if i talk in a lower tone and less... enthusiatically i guess,, yeah that's it. my head is hurting like a bitch tonight.

goals for me btw:

tomorrow i should go and check for a gift for mom's bday (a plant, or some flower, i'll see. saw some pretty perfumes as well, cheap too, hope i can find one i hope she'll like. idk if i should buy a cake or something... i'll see what there is as well. no alcohol though, i'll buy some juice or make tea)

i also want to plan out my year, reflect on what is best to do academically and career wise; also, health and social wise, i should visit some places and get to know the streets a bit.

should also find a way to make those diagrams for mom... idk how that'll work, but hopefully good enough that it'll be easier for her to understand. ok, i guess that really is it, my head hurts a lot. gn <3

[pivotbitches]

There’s so much going on. Thankfully, my one granddad is out of the hospital and looks so much better and sounds better and is walking better. But then last night my other granddad had some sort of episode with his hallucinations and he was yelling and accusing my grandma of things and knocking stuff off the table. My dad took him to the ER last night and he left against doc orders this morning but has been sleeping since then. I’m scared for my grandma. I hope it doesn’t happen again.

To add to that pain, KD called me. I don’t realize it was him at first. I forgot his voice. As soon as he said his name my heart dropped. And the more he kept talking the lower is got. He’s a full on alcoholic now. I hate how far gone he’s gotten with it. I hate that he’s blaming it on me breaking up with him. We only dated for a couple of months and I just, I want to ask how could it have affected him that much but I also understand because of Trey. I wonder if talking to Trey would give me that same understanding that I got from this conversation.

I’ve been judging KD so much because he still tries to contact me after all this time, but now I kind of see why. I wish I could’ve been more vulnerable and brave enough to explain what was happening in my head, to show my emotions more so that it wasn’t eating at him this whole time. I know I tried to and he was just stuck at the time. He thought I still loved Trey, even just thinking that makes my heart hurt.

It’s also weird that we remember things differently. KD said that I pushed him into the relationship, that he wanted to take things slow and I was pushing it. I didn’t remember that. To me it just happened naturally. I remember he came over the first night, the sex was good or good enough but it was kind of awkward socially. I think he went home pretty quick but then we started texting. And then it was like he was here almost every night and we actually had some chemistry. But he would also have weed or vodka or something and it would strike a nerve for me. It felt like I was back with Trey but only the bad part of Trey stood out and then over took the good of KD. Like it was all I could see. Trying to deal with that by myself was really hard. Like I don’t know if I told anybody about what was happening in my head, the comparisons it was making.

Then KD tried to give me his chain. We were waiting for our shakes at sonic and he handed it over for me to keep. I felt so panicked. Here I was having these thought about how they’re the same and how something bad, something earth shattering, was going to happen if I got too close, and KD is trying to give me his chain. A symbol of permanence. A symbol that I would be in a catastrophic situation on repeat forever as long as I was with him. I tried to play it off like I didn’t want to lose it or something and immediately his mood changed. I had broken his heart. I didn’t realize. He tried to play it off and said something that kind of hurt me but I don’t remember what. Then we drove back to his house in pretty much silence. After that, really before that, I had made my decision to end things. And honestly it was about me. I was already spiraling. I was in such a bad place ever since Trey really, and then I could tell it was getting worse again. But after KD I started therapy. That is why he was in my life. Not really even because of him but because of me. I needed and need to work on stuff. I still push people away when they get close. Idk why I do it. I really wish he could be sober though. I want to help him. But I’m afraid it’ll tear me down too.

[aceisamazing]

Hey! This isn’t what I would usually post but I thought maybe someone would like this. (ignore the lack of empathy showed by the characters I am autistic and can’t/don’t know how to write empathy becuase I can’t show it)

Here is my Dystopian story I had to write for english (I got 88%) also it’s about 4000 words or 9 pages.

Content warnings! : G0re, d1sm3mberm3nt , Sk1nned Person/body, talk of being locked away in a mental hospital

Comment if you want more stories like this! Enjoy

Salt on the windowsill

“Grandma!” asked a small voice

“Yes my darling?” asked an old, wise voice, it was Grandma Betty.

“Why is there salt around the window sills and at the doors?” asked a small voice

“Well…”

This story starts when I was about 14-15 and our prime minister was Helen Dark. She was an evil person. Every time someone spoke out about her they would go missing and every one would forget about them except me. The first person who went missing was my year 9 maths teacher Miss Screecher. Well she definitely wasn't nice, she would smack rulers at the ends of our tables to scare us, she would scream at us in her horrible scratchy voice “HOW DARE YOU COME IN LATE.” and if you were late you would get locked in her cupboard.

But one day she started going on about how much she hated Helen Darks new rules about going to the eye doctor every 2-3 weeks. She kept yelling about the rules and about how stupid they were and how much she despised them. I was listening to her yell and screech while I sat alone in the cupboard she locked me in.

Until all of a sudden. Two large men in yellow hazmat suits appeared and roughly grabbed both her arms and tied her to the table, then they pulled out a suitcase and opened it inside was A large butcher's knife, a garbage bag, a silver soup spoon and a packet of wipes. Miss Screecher was yelling “LET ME GO!” then they pulled out the butches knife and started hacking off her arms you could hear her bone chilling screams for help and the loud thud her limbs made when each of them fell to the floor, blood poured out from out socket of where each of her legs and arms used to be. The next one held her head back as the other can grabbed the shiny silver soup spoon and put it up too her eye socket and started digging and scooping at her eye after a short period of time the first eye popped out and it was left dangling from her eye socket by the nerves, soon after he plunged the spoon right into her other eye and it went flying across the room and hit the wall.

I was frozen in place, I felt sick and I couldn't move, I was too scared, I was terrified, I couldn't breathe. Then the two men shoved the still alive eyeless and limbless Miss Screecher into the garbage bag they wiped up the blood and blew what looked like tiny shards of glass in each students eyes, except mine they didn't see me because I was still trapped in the closet Miss Screecher locked me in.

“Good morning class! So sorry I'm late, the traffic was horrible!” sung an unfamiliar voice and all the kids were just chatting and laughing? I was so confused on why no one was unfazed or upset about how Miss Screecher was just hacked apart in front of us and taken away.

Maybe it was that dust that they got blown into their eyes? I thought. Then I suddenly remembered I'm still locked in this cupboard so I banged and yelled desperately trying to get the teacher’s attention, finally the new teacher unlocked it. She looked sweet and kind. She had long blonde hair that was tied into a bun and she was wearing a knee length dress with maths symbols on it.

“Oh honey how did you get trapped in there?” she said in a sickly sweet voice as she pulled me out of the cupboard.

“Miss Screecher put me in here!” I said in an obviously scared tone.

“There is no one called Miss Screecher honey, it must have been a bully, stay here I'll be back in a tick!” she said again in her horribly kind tone.

A while later I found myself sitting in the councillors office desperately trying to convince the councillor Miss darlingson that I wasn’t crazy, she was an older lady around her late 5o’s to early 60’s she usually wore a long ankle length skirt and a colourful blouse.

“No no Miss darlingson I promise that what I'm saying is true Miss Screecher got hacked up into pieces by these strange men!” I begged Miss Darlingson to believe me.

“Okay, why don’t I give your mum a ring to come and pick you up?” Said Miss Darlingson as she slipped out of the room and picked up the phone and rang my mother

“This is Lucy Leghorn speaking”

Hello Miss Leghorn, this is Miss darlingson, I have your daughter in my office claiming a teacher got hacked to pieces, she's pretty upset could you come and pick her up please” whispered Miss Darlingson.

“Oh my yes I'll be right there” said my mother she sounded very concerned.

I could hear the whole conversation because Miss Darlingson often forgets to take the phone off speaker.

Miss Darlingson came back into the room “your mother will be here in 30 minutes” she explained.

I nodded my head in response after I stared at the wall. The previous event was flashing through my mind while I tried to make sense of what I saw. Suddenly I felt hot tears streaming down my face then I started to sob loudly.

“Betty, are you okay?” said my mother as she sat down next to me in the office.

“N-no one believes me… no believes what I saw,” I sobbed.

“It's okay honey, come on, let's get you home” my mother comforted me as she helped me into the car and drove me home.

Once we got to out house I climbed into bed went under my covers and hid I stayed like that for three days only coming out to go to the bathroom, my mother brought food to my bedroom otherwise I wouldn't eat and I barely slept because every time I closed my eyes I would have these recurring dreams or visions of Helen Dark telling me “If you tell anyone what you saw you will be next” and behind her in the background where things that i do not wish to say out loud.

After a few months I was feeling better although I definitely will not ever be able to forget what I saw. It was a Wednesday night. I had lost a baby tooth before school the previous morning so I put it in a glass on my nightstand and laid down and went to sleep but I was woken up by the sound of my bedroom window opening. I kept my eyes open enough to see, but it still looked like I was asleep. I saw what I could only describe as a green goblin, about the size of a tea kettle with wings. It was covered in oozing blisters and warts the size of a 50c coin, its rotting teeth were falling out. Then it plunged its green oozing hand into my glass which had my tooth in it and it put the tooth in a pouch. Then it flew away with great effort because of how fat it was compared to its small wings.

“Arghhh” it screamed as it touched my salt rock candle.

Then an idea sparked in my head: what if I sprinkle salt on my window sill and at the entrance of my door and floor vent then it would never be able to come in. so I snuck into the kitchen in the pitch black darkness and grabbed the table salt from the pantry and ran back to my room and sprinkled salt at the front of my door, on my windowsills and around my floor vent also for a little extra protection I pulled my bed away from the wall and sprinkled a ring of salt around it and my nightstand. Once I finished that my mother came into the room because she had been awoken by all the racket.

“Betty, darling, what on earth are you doing?” my mother asked in a very concerned tone.

“I’m protecting my room from the tooth monster!” I said in a very serious tone.

My mother told me to go back to sleep and we will talk about this in the morning but I knew she thought I was crazy, I knew she didn’t believe me, I knew for sure she was gonna have me locked up.

Once I woke up in the morning my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Betty come down to the kitchen please,” she said but something sounded off about her. She didn’t sound quiet just like her.

“No! You have to come to my room and step past the salt" I yelled in fear that Helen Dark or one of her minions could be impersonating my mother.

“Okay then,” she yelled back and I heard her getting closer as footsteps echoed in the hallway louder and louder until she was standing at my door.

I let out a sigh of relief as I realised it was my mother but I had to do one more test just to be sure.

“Touch the salt ring,” I demanded.

“Isn’t that a little unnecessary Betty?” my mother asked

“No, you need to do it to prove to me that you aren't one of them,” I replied in a stern and serious tone

“Okay then,” my mother replied as she bent over and placed her whole hand on the ring of salt.

“Now show me your hand,” I demanded, my mother outstretched her hand and I gasped as her hand had broken out in giant oozing blisters and the skin from her very hand was falling off in chunks onto the floor right outside my bedroom. Then she grabbed her forehead and peeled off her skin to reveal a horrid creature. It was a snake-like creature with human skin, two smiles, one with human teeth and one beneath which was just a thin closed mouth smile and soulless hollow eye sockets. It started hovering above the ground and clawing at the door frame desperately trying to break into the room.

“Come on Betty… LET ME IN” the monster screeched.

“NO!” I screamed as I ran and grabbed the salt container off my night stand and desperately threw the whole contents of the container on to the horrid beast.

“AHHHH,” it hissed and screamed as it slowly started melting away into a pile of mushy flesh and teeth on the ground. I fell to my knees as I started sobbing. I was so glad that I had killed at least one of these things. Then the realisation hit me, where is my real mother? So I ran into my mothers room and there laying on my bed was the skinned corpse of my mother. Her organs, muscles, nerves and bones were showing. I could see all the squishy and raw flesh that was once encased in her skin but now was raw and exposed. There was blood dripping from my mothers corpse. It was seeping into her bed sheets and pillow. It was dripping down the bed and leaking into the carpet making it a dark grey as its previous colour was a light grey.

“Mummy… no no please this can’t be real,” I cried as I climbed into bed with my mothers corpse hugging onto her, As blood transferred from her lifeless skinned body onto my red tear filled face, blood was also seeping into my baby blue cotton pyjamas making them turn a dark blue colour.

I snapped my eyes open and I found myself still in bed with my lifeless mothers body, but this time I didn't cry. I didn't feel anything. I was numb. I climbed out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I took a long hot shower scrubbing all the blood off my body. After I made my way to the garden shed where we kept the shovel, I then proceeded to dig a hole big enough to fit my mothers body. I then placed a blanket beside the bed on the floor. I then rolled her off the bed onto the blanket. She made a surprisingly loud thump as her stiff, cold and breathless body slammed onto the blood soaked carpet. I folded the blanket up and dragged her outside and through the grass to the 6ft deep hole I had dug for her.Then again I rolled her until she fell into the hole as she made a squelch when she landed because the rain moistened the ground and made it muddy and very slippery.

I made my way inside slowly, I thought about all the good times I had with my mother. I thought about how kind she was, how she always let me braid her long brown hair. I grabbed a armfull of firewood as I was coming inside, I kneeled down and placed the firewood down in a tower style with gaps to place some paper as a fire starter. I then grabbed a match and struck it hard against the side of the match box and a flame erupted from the end of the match. It was hot. I quickly dropped it into the fireplace and slowly but surely the paper started to catch on fire and next thing i knew i had myself a nice warm fire. I sat down and soaked in all the heat I could. I was cold from the rain outside and the lack of heat in the house.

I was becoming paranoid, every shadow I saw I was convinced was another one of those horrible and terrifying creatures and I was next on their list of victims to skin and impersonate. I was scared that it was going to find out where my best friend Abby lived and it was going to skin her and leave her skinned, bloody, cold and lifeless body for me to find, I was sure Helen Dark was coming for me at anytime she was going to appear and slaughter me either in my sleep or when I was conscious. I one hundred percent did not want to end up like my mother or Miss Screecher. I needed to go find Abby before they did.

I ran out my front door barefoot onto the street, the asphalt was slippery and wet, the rain was cold and harsh on the bare arms. My feet stung from the cold as I sprinted down the road desperately trying to get to my best friend's house as fast as humanly possible.

After 10 minutes of running and speed walking I finally saw Abby’s house. The lights were Off which was unusual. It was a Saturday at 10:30 am. I cautiously approached the front door and knocked three times.

“Hello? Abby, are you there?” I yelled.

Then I heard crying very loud and distraught. I tried opening the door and it was unlocked so I very carefully stepped inside. I started searching where the crying was coming from and as I set foot into Abby’s dining room I found a horrific scene Abby was hunched over on the floor clutching her left arm.

“A…Abby are you okay?” I ask with great concern.

“She cut off my arm!” Abby wailed as she turned around to face me and I saw from her elbow down Abby’s arm was hacked off, there was blood pouring out from the gaping wound. Underneath Abby was a ginormous pool of blood.

“Who did this to you?” I asked and I knelt down with her and used her jacket as a tourniquet.

“Some tall scary woman she kind of looked like…Helen Dark” she told me as she whispered the last part.

As soon as I got Abby all cleaned up as best I could and sewed her arm shut with a sewing kit we found in the closet, I asked her.

“Where is your mum?”

“I don’t know, I haven't seen her since that woman showed up” Abby said, her voice shaking from pain.

“How about your dad?” I asked hoping to get a good answer

“Same thing he’s been missing since the lady showed up” Abby explained again

Then a great idea sparked in my head, I needed to google “how to summon skin snakes”. The only thing that came up was a strange looking website so I clicked on it and all it had was short instructions and a list on the list was. Table salt, and two candles. The instructions were to sprinkle the table salt into two rings one small and a bigger one around it, then place the two candles one on the top of the bigger circle and one on the bottom of the little circle.

So I rushed into Abby’s kitchen and quickly grabbed the table salt. Next I took two candles from the bathroom and a lighter from the fireplace shelf.

“Okay, Abby help me make the two circles of salt” I said as I started making the first circle while Abby made the second. While Abby was finishing up the last circle I got to work placing and lighting the candles. We both stepped back as all the lights started to flicker and a whirlpool of air formed in the middle of the two circles.

“WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME!” screeched a voice then a skin snake appeared out of the air.

“I want you to take me to your boss Helen Dark!” I demand in a somewhat confident tone.

“YOU WANT TO SEE MY BOSS YOU SAY? WELL I CAN TAKE YOU THERE IF YOU GIVE ME A HUMAN SACRIFICE” screamed the monster as a cruel smile ran across its face.

“Okay,” I agree but I am not sure where to find a human sacrifice. We walk around the street desperately looking for a sacrifice then I find it a perfect candidate. A lonely old lady was just standing outside watering her flowers so Abby and I snuck up behind her and I raised my first to give her a hard smack to the back of her head. The old lady crumples to the floor.

“Quickly Abby grabs her legs,” I sternly say as I grab her arms and we quickly drag her back to Abby’s house. It was a struggle though because she was quite heavy. Once we got back inside I heard the creature.

“I SMELL A HUMAN SACRIFICE,” it yelled it in a horrible scratchy voice

“We have what you asked for, now take us to your boss!” I demand

“JOIN ME IN THE CIRCLE” yelled the beast.

Abby and I jumped into the circle where we were met by a horrible rotten smell and started spinning faster and faster till we both lost consciousness.

My eyes snapped open as I was awoken by loud screaming.

“AHHHH IT HURTS PLEASE LET ME GO,” screamed a voice they sounded like they were in tremendous pain. I slowly stood up, Abby was no were to be seen so I followed the screaming. The floor was slippery and mushy, I looked down and I saw the floor was made up of bits of human flesh, bones, and mud. I turned the corner and I saw a horrible scene. There was my teacher Miss Screecher hanging by the back of her neck in a butcher's hook, her arms and legs were still missing and now she just looked like a stump of a human with no hope or happiness left.

“Miss Screecher?” I asked in a concerned voice.

“Who is that?” she said her voice just above a whisper and she sounded weak.

When I turned around I found more body parts. This time there were buckets of them labelled arms, legs, eyes and heads and in each was a sick collection of bloody and banged up body parts. None of them looked like they came off easy.

“Hello Betty.”Said a blunt voice.

“Who are you?” I said as I turned around to see Helen Dark.

“Oh you know who I am, I heard you needed to see me?” Helen said in an evil tone.

“Yes I need you to stop I need you to go back to where you belong,” I hopefully demanded

“Oh if only it was that easy,” Helen trailed off. “Well tell you what if you can get to the heart of my nest and kill all of my eggs I'll go away for good,” an evil smile appeared on her face.

I gave her a nod as she disappeared. Now somehow I had to find my way to the heart of this place, I started by grabbing a carving knife I found by the body parts and I set off. It felt like I had been walking for hours until I came across my first enemy, a skin snake but this time I had no salt, only the knife I had in my hand. So I crouched down and tried to sneak up behind it but I saw me so I just stabbed it right in the face repeatedly until this black liquid started oozing out of its wounds. The liquid was thick like honey but smelt like death, the skin snake fell to the floor. I had finally killed my first monster down here.

After countless hours and so many monsters I finally made it to the heart of the nest. I saw so many of what I think were eggs but they were the size of a soccer ball and there were about three dozen of them. I started slicing them open one by one and killing whatever animal or monster that was inside but as I got to the last one Helen appeared.

“You really thought I would just leave that easy?” she said as she let out a big loud laugh. I scowled as I knew what I now had to do so I charged at her with my knife in hand and got in a few stabs before she broke free. She ran at me scratching me with her claws but then I grabbed a hold of her hands and cut them off. They surprisingly cut off super easy.

“Ahh you stupid child” she yelled in pain.

I then kicked her down while she was clutching her handless arms and stabbed her right in the top of the head. The same black death liquid oozed out of the wound in her head. I could now see inside of her head there was only the black goo no brain nothing.Then she exploded into a big beam of light.

“Jump in child you are safe now.” said a kind sounding voice.

I reluctantly went in, the bright light blinded me but I kept walking until I appeared back in my house but everything was fixed except my mother and best friend were nowhere to be found. So I tried to get on with life but some days I still see them all in my dreams including Helen Dark, so that is why there is always salt on my window sill.

[moonieshinesims]

Generation One - Chapter Nineteen

Everyone goes home for the holidays, and the chaos ensues...

The door to her family's home (or she supposed it was now her family's home since her mom and sister were still living at her grandparent's) was unlocked for some reason.

How unsafe!

She let herself in and found her sister Mercy hanging out in the living room.

She heard her grandma and mom's voices coming from the room next to them. She wanted to go say hey to them, but a crackling noise on the television caught her attention.

"You're just... watching it?"

"Yeah! It's relaxing!"

"That's weirder than some of those movies you watch."

"Pssh! Whatever." Mercy settled into the couch and watched the yule log, starry eyed.

River went into the back room, where the cleaning supplies and the cat's things were kept.

"Oh my gosh! Look who's here!"

She turned around and saw her mom standing there waiting to be acknowledged.

"Where's Grandpa?"

"Well, last time I saw him, he was in the back yard. We should go find him...!"

Meanwhile...

When the four of them arrived to the back, a horrible sight greeted them. Garrett had been swimming in subzero temperatures and froze to death in the pool!

Greta let out a cry and jumped into the pool, calling out her husband's name.

"What are you talking about a promise?" Bee yelled, "Get out of the pool, now!"

"No," Greta sobbed, "I promised that once Garrett goes, I go too. I don't want to live in a world without him!"

"Screw your stupid promise, mom!" Bee was in tears, "I don't care what you promised dad. You have to stay here with us!"

They all kept yelling at her to get out of the pool... But it was too late.

"I have to..." Bee gulped back tears, "I have to go call the reaper."

It wasn't long before he arrived - tablet in hand, ready to reap the fallen souls of both Garrett and Greta.

For the rest of the afternoon, Bee was in contact with the morgue and the lawyers in charge of Greta and Garrett's estate. Nobody else really said a word.

It didn't take her very long to fall asleep, but once she did, it was very fitful.

The holidays were already getting off to a horrible start.

[ambymyself]

hello me im sad again

it’s may something idk but rn im in hawaii on vacation (which was ruined for me and now i want to d word). it’s very warm here and humid and very beautiful. my days were calm and busy until today. i just want to gossip idk

so what had happened was this: we were all on our way to the little shopping mall by our hotel so we all packed into our 2 cars. my mom was waiting for somebody to hop into our car but they would all fit in the other car just fine so i kept trying to tell her that. that is when my fucking crabby ass stepdad yelled at me “QUIT FUCKING YELLING AT YOUR MOM!!” ………. i- … i didn’t even raise my voice or anything and he just snakes out on me. i wasn’t gonna take any shit from him cuz i’m an adult now, i can defend myself and so i did just that. then we went back and forth for a little bit then he just hopped out of the car and walked back to the hotel while we still left.

once we got to the mall i took off somewhere and then returned to my mom to find her crying to my brother. that crushed me so i had to go up to them and my brother got mad at me for having a “bad temper” and to behave, and i was taken aback because why didn’t he have my back? idk. that hurt but seeing i made my mom cry hurt even more. but what hurt the most was that she didn’t even want me hugging her and then she ended up avoiding me while we were at the mall. im so sad for that, i didn’t even do anything to start all of this. now they all think i’m being a brat or whatever.

i just want to go home now, and never be seen by anybody. the rest of the family understands what happened and are on my side, but still. it kind of hurts when the ones i’m closest to aren’t willing to be by my side. it seems like they never do. i almost want to just buy a ticket back home and fly out tonight, but i don’t know how i would get home from the airport. they think i am ruining things but i didn’t even do anything.

so i’m just sitting on the balcony now in our hotel room by myself while my grandma is inside. my mom never has to see me again, once we go home she can just forget about me. i feel sick thinking this is how it is for me; it’s been like this for me since i was a baby. always pushed to my breaking point and then brushed away as a little brat.

this is my view right now

everything here is so expensive. i don’t even have the money to buy stuff around here, i might have to starve. my mom doesn’t have to worry about feeding me, either. i’ll update myself if i decide to go home early or not. this was nice until it wasn’t. 🌸

[hongcherry]

Hi! I'm doing good, thank you for asking and for answering my question :D. I REALLY love your writing and I want to request a roommate!JungKook x roommate!reader enemies to lovers fic, when it's raining a lot, so the power goes out and the reader is scared of the dark, please. I hope you're having a good day/night, don't forget to take care of yourself ♡

Your Light || jjk

"Being stuck in the dark with your annoying roommate was not ideal, however, maybe it wasn't so bad in the end."

💡 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f)

💡 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Fluff, roommate au, enemies to lovers

💡 Warnings: Cursing, mc hates children (joking...), bantering, mentions of stereotypes of older people/grandmas, that's it?

💡 Word Count: 2.3k

💡 Author’s Note: Anon, I'm so touched that you like my writing so much! That's such a big and sweet compliment. I'll cherish it forever! Tbh, I've been feeling a lil insecure about it, so this really made me feel better. This prompt was also really adorable! I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad you're doing good 💖

part two

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What’s more annoying than telling your roommate to stop yelling at his screen at three in the morning?

Having to tell him for the fourth time.

If you knew Jungkook was an avid video gamer, you would never have agreed to room with him. But alas, his profile was too perfect to be true. A quiet guy who stayed holed up in his room? One that knew how to cook? Someone that could lift your heavy move-in boxes? Truly a winner.

If only that was the whole case.

Jungkook indeed stayed in his room, could cook, and could lift heavy items.

But he also made loud noises in the middle of the night, cooked at the weirdest times so you couldn’t leech off his food, and made you pay him anytime he helped you move items.

What a menace.

“If you don’t turn off that stupid screen at ten, I’m going to cut up all your cords,” you threatened, towel and spare clothes in your arms as you peeped your head in Jungkook’s room.

You were preparing to go to sleep early due to having stayed up late last night because of his stupid shooting game. It was also raining outside, which would aid in you falling asleep faster since you found the rain peaceful.

Jungkook didn’t reply and simply kept his focus on his screen. He wore a headset, fingers flying across the keyboard. Irritated at his lack of response, you stomped over to him and yanked off his headset.

To your utter annoyance, that didn’t even phase him.

“Jeon Jungkook, are you even listening?” you hissed.

Laughter came from somewhere in the room, but you two were the only one's home. It was not until you heard another voice that you knew where the sound was coming from.

“Is that your mom?” the voice laughed. “Tell her to go back to knitting a sweater for her cat.”

A gasp left your lips at the implication you were some old, wrinkly lady. You raised the headset to your face. You didn’t put it on, but you put your mouth near the microphone, so his “friends” could hear.

“How about you go eat your supper and go to bed, little vermin,” you angrily replied. “And I’ll have you know cats dressed in sweaters are cute!”

More laughter emitted from the headset.

“Supper?” another voice echoed. “I don’t think that’s his mom—more like his grandma.”

“Why you tiny piece of-”

“Give me the headset,” Jungkook finally acknowledged you. Not wanting to hear any more of the pests known as kids, you thrust the equipment in his open hand. You noticed his character had died and was waiting to respawn.

Jungkook slipped the headset back on and continued his game. “Relax guys. She’s just my roommate.”

Even though the device wasn’t near your ears, you could still hear their replies.

“Your grandma is your roommate?”

“She’s so uptight!”

“Seriously, tell her to calm down.”

Your hands clutched your belongings tighter. You told yourself to walk away—fighting with them was no use; however, you couldn’t stop yourself when you leaned down near Jungkook’s face to get near the mic once more.

“I hope your parents make you eat a pound of vegetables.”

“Go away,” Jungkook huffed and gave you a gentle shove.

“Tell me you’ll turn that off at ten.”

“Eleven,” he bargained, eyes glancing at you when his character died again. You must really be distracting him for him to have died twice within five minutes. Good. You hoped his ranking plummeted.

“Ten-thirty,” you said. “That or I grab my scissors.”

“Fine. Ten-thirty. Now leave before I get my own scissors.”

You scoffed, hand on your hip. “And do what with them? Make paper snowflakes?”

Jungkook smirked at you before turning back to his game. “Don’t think I don’t know where you hide that stupid stuffed chipmunk of yours.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as you stared at him incredulously.

“Ten-thirty,” you repeated firmly before walking out of his room and shutting the door. The walls weren’t thick, but at least it kept some noise out.

You started making your way to your bathroom; however, you couldn’t get rid of the paranoia that Jungkook really knew where Mr. BonBon was. You made a quick detour to relocate your favorite plushie. You had won it at an arcade on your thirtieth try. It held sentimental (monetary) value.

Once you were done, you trekked to your bathroom. Finally, you could end your day with a relaxing steamy shower. No doubt your shoulders were sore from all the stress you’ve endured lately. From tests to 3 a.m. hollering, you couldn’t wait to have some time to decompress.

The feel of the hot water pouring down on your body had your eyes closed momentarily. You could probably stay there for half an hour, but your goal tonight was to go to sleep early. You kept that in mind as you went through your shower routine. You were just rinsing the soap from your body when the lights suddenly went out.

Startled by the unexpected darkness, you fumbled to turn off the water. It must be Jungkook pranking you.

You hastily grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body, so he couldn’t get a free show.

“Turn the lights back on, Jungkook!” you exclaimed.

When you didn’t get an answer, your brain started conjuring up fantasies. And not the ones where you find a charming partner and run off into the sunset. No, these thoughts consisted of a three-headed beast clawing its way from your drain, or a long-haired lady crawling from your mirror. While living with Jungkook was a pain in your rear, you much rather live with him for eternity than be captured by one of your “mind monsters.”

The haunting thoughts had you hastily scurrying from the shower, hair still dripping water and making a mess of your tiles. That was the least of your worries as an imaginary hand was reaching from the mirror that you passed on your way out of the bathroom.

You took two steps into your bedroom only to scream when you saw a dark figure standing a few feet from you. Your hand reached to your side to grab whatever was closest while the other clutched the towel around you. When you finally grabbed onto something, you flung it as hard as you could at the mysterious person.

They grunted, stumbling back a little and cursing under their breath.

“Calm down, it’s just me,” Jungkook grunted.

Your heart was still racing, but at least your shoulders eased.

“I could’ve killed you!” you screeched.

“I’d like to see you try,” he huffed. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you just knew that little shit was rolling his eyes.

As you were calming down, a loud thunder cracked outside. It had you jumping and shuffling closer to Jungkook unknowingly. That must be the reason for the power outage.

“I’m going to try to find a flashlight,” Jungkook spoke.

“What about your phone?” you wondered.

“Misplaced it, but I rather not use it right now anyway if I can’t charge it,” he said. He started to move, but you quickly stumbled closer so you could grab his wrist.

“Wait!” you exclaimed.

Jungkook paused in his steps to look at you. “What?”

“I- I can help you find it.”

The quiver in your voice grabbed Jungkook’s attention and he finally put some effort into reading your body language.

You were tensed, hand still holding onto him and your towel tightly. You were also strangely too close.

“You’re scared of the dark,” he stated, a small chuckle sounding at this realization.

“No! I’m j-just trying to help.”

Maybe you were scared. You hated the way your paranoia skyrocketed when you couldn’t see. There was something too eerie about having one of your five senses taken away from you.

“Are you crying?” he questioned, and you felt his hand brush against yours that held him.

“What? No. Why would you-”

“Something wet landed on me. Please don’t tell me that was your snot or something,” he replied, voice full of dread.

Your hair was still wet and probably leaving your floor slippery.

“I just came from the shower! It’s just water,” you groaned and slowly let go of his arm.

“O-oh.” He sounded startled.

Your eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness as some of the moonlight crept in from the window through your curtain.

“Let me change, but don’t-” you sighed at how much you needed him. “-don’t leave me.”

You expected Jungkook to make a witty reply, but he simply nodded, an action you could faintly see.

“Only if you let me sit on your bed,” he bargained. Each time he would climb on your bed, you would always shoo him away—claiming he was spreading his germs all over your clean sheets.

“Fine,” you said. You stuck out your arms as you felt your way to your closet. You could see the outline of some closer objects, but you still felt uncomfortable not seeing far away.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook cursed before you heard thudding.

“What happened?” you asked quickly, heart beginning to race as your mind pictured Jungkook getting snatched by the monster under your bed.

“Nothing,” he groaned. “When did you put a bench by your bed?”

Your body relaxed again. He must have tripped over it and fallen. “A day ago.”

Once you found your closest, you quickly changed to whatever your hands touched. You had clothes in the bathroom, but there was no way you were risking getting grabbed by another monster in there.

“Done,” you announced and reached out again. Jungkook met you halfway, taking your hand in his. It was your first time holding his hand, and you didn’t like the way your body warmed at his touch.

“Just going to go to my room; I have a flashlight there,” he instructed. His voice didn’t hold the playfulness or irritation it usually did. It was softer. It was odd to hear, but not unpleasant.

You followed him slowly down the hall to his room, the path familiar to you but still making you anxious.

“Wait here and I’ll get it,” he instructed and started to pull away. However, the moment he took a step forward, you clutched him again.

“S-sorry,” you said quickly when he was tugged back. Jungkook paused, staring down at you with eyes you couldn’t read.

Taking in a steady breath, he repositioned your hands onto his hoodie.

“It’s okay. Hold on,” he said and moved. You continued to hold onto his clothes while he shuffled around in his closet.

“Aha!”

Suddenly light flooded the room. Jungkook’s gaze drifted from the flashlight to you. With the light, your worrisome expression could be seen clearly. Not to mention, just how close you were to Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asked.

His voice had you moving away quickly, your body heating from embarrassment.

“Just fine,” you answered. “How long do you think the electricity will be out?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It depends I guess. For now, we can use this so our phones can save power.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Nice outfit,” Jungkook mumbled, voice teasing like you were used to. It somehow made you feel better.

You glanced down, only now taking in your mismatched attire.

“You try getting dressed in the dark,” you grumbled. He smiled and glanced around.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing.

You wanted to reject his invitation—make some sort of excuse to sleep in your own room; however, you knew you wouldn’t be okay sleeping alone. Before you could make your decision, Jungkook started to pull out an extra pillow and blanket from his closet. He tossed them onto the floor and then set the flashlight on the nightstand, light shining up at the ceiling. It had cast enough light to make you feel safer.

“If you don’t get in that bed, I’m going to keep playing until four,” he threatened light heartily when he saw you standing still.

“You already do that,” you argued but relented to his request.

“And I’ll continue doing that if you don’t-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed as you climbed into his bed. “I’m in.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile. “Good.”

A part of you wanted to offer to share his bed, however, you decided against it since you two weren’t that close. One night on the floor won’t hurt him anyway.

“Goodnight, Yn,” he mumbled from below.

You nestled in his covers, taking in the calming scent of them and letting your eyes close. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Luckily, the electricity was only out for a few hours. It came back on in the middle of the night. You had started to leave Jungkook’s room, but he insisted you stay in case the power went out again. Not liking that possibility, you agreed. It wasn’t that bad being with Jungkook anyway.

Later that week, you came home to a box on your bed. You didn’t order anything lately, so you weren’t sure what it was. However, upon closer inspection, you saw your name on it. Inside was a chipmunk-shaped night light. You’ve seen these in stores and online, usually advertised to children, but that didn’t matter. It was battery-operated, which meant even if the power went out, you could still use the device.

Your lips lifted in a smile while you inspected the cute light. You set it on your nightstand and then returned your attention to the box. You still weren’t sure who had gifted you this. Though, sure enough, you found a card laying at the bottom of the box, face down. Turning it over, it read:

In case I’m not here next time. JK

Your eyes lingered on the hand-written note. Partly in denial that Jungkook, your annoying, disobeying roommate, had gotten you something so considerate. Nevertheless, your view of him was slowly changing—for the better.

You checked your clock and realized Jungkook would be home from his class soon. As a thank you, you started to cook dinner. It wasn’t going to be the most elaborate meal he's had since he was the better chief, but you hoped it would convey the gratitude you had for his thoughtful present.

Maybe living with Jungkook wasn’t that bad after all.

A/N: Thank you again, anon! 🥰

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