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a-heart-attack-ow · 7 months ago

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Stockholm Syndrome. Part One.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Unedited

Summary: You're a singer who saw something you shouldn't have and now there's no going back.

Part One:

You hadn't meant to see it all.

The blood, the bodies, and the unmasked culprits.

The evidence that would be damning.

You'd finished your set at the local bar, playing until closing, but when you emerged from your backstage dressing room that's when you saw it all. You froze, but it was too late. Too late to get away or run, because one of the culprits, a blonde with blue eyes, had you pinned to the ground. You didn't even have a chance to try and fight back before you'd been yanked to the ground. The blond pulled your hands behind your back and you could feel the rough sensation of the ropes entangling around your wrists. The sound of another set of footsteps comes from behind you, your body tenses up with cruel anticipation. Fear grips you. The second set of steps stops right next to you, but with your face still firmly planted in the ground you can't turn back to face them. Instead, all you can do is wait for whatever they're going to do next.

"Put this one in the car. The boss will want to see her."

The voice is dripping with malice, but you know there's nothing you can do. You notice the blonde with blue eyes as he lifts you from the ground, he looks at you blankly as he hands the other man your purse and the guitar you'd been carrying. Without speaking a single word, you see the blue-eyed man reach for a hood that he uses to cover your face so you can't see a thing. You feel the panic rise within you as he lifts you over his shoulder, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You want to fight, but you also don't want to make it worse by doing something. Instead, you try to calm yourself and focus. This is all you can do as you feel the man carrying you from the bar, out a door, and into a car. From the muffled sound of cars moving down the street, you realize they must've been parked in the alleyway at the back of the building. Concealed away from any prying eyes that might've caught a glimpse of what was currently happening. No one speaks as they toss you into the back seat of the car, the man who'd been carrying you lazily strapping you into the seat.

You were uncomfortable in your seat, it turns out sitting with your hands behind your back wasn't an ideal feeling. Once the car starts to move you try to focus on the direction the car turns, mentally attempting to remember how many lefts and rights there had been. You feel that you must've been keeping track, but are unsure if you're accurate. You jump when the men in the front of the car turn on music, so loud you can't hear yourself think. Something they must've been doing to keep you distracted from your mental tally of where the vehicle had been going. You try your best to not let the music deter you, but you can't deny that it was making it hard to focus as you had been. After a while, you just sit there and pray that no matter what happens it will all work out. You're afraid for your life, even more so when the car stops, the engine turns off, the music stops playing, and you hear the two men leave the front of the car. The slamming of their doors causes the car to shake, but you're only alone inside for a moment before you feel the same gruff hands that brought you to the car unbuckle you once again. He's just as rough throwing you over his shoulder as he'd been previously, the sharp pain of his shoulder causing you to tense up momentarily.

Wherever you are, it's quiet. The air is still and there's a faint smell of the ocean. Upon smelling the ocean you can hear the waves crashing on the shore. The sound fades when you hear the sound of a metal door opening, your captor taking you inside of a building. The building echoes the sounds of the man's feet along the concrete. Your head is spinning as you hear him walk up some stairs, before opening another door. The second you're tucked inside, you feel the vibe instantly change. Without seeing a single thing, you know that wherever you are is different from before. You smell the smoke of a cigarette, and hear the floorboards creak underneath heavy footsteps. You hear the sound of a dark chuckle from across the room, a sound that causes a chill to move up your spine.

"What's this? Did you bring me a gift, Sam?"

The man's voice is deep, and for some reason it causes you to clench your legs together. Your body seems to react for a reason you couldn't place. The man carrying you over his shoulder laughs as you feel him pull you from his shoulders and lay you down onto something soft. A couch from the feel of it. Suddenly you're aware of what is going on. You're in a tight black dress with a plunging neckline and it barely covers your body. You realize you're in a room with two, or more, men and you feel dread build within you. You couldn't help but worry about what their plans were with you and what that might mean.

"The girl was performing tonight, we thought she'd left after her set, but she stumbled out when we were in the middle of finishing the job. Couldn't risk leaving her behind."

The blue-eyed man speaks to the other, repeating the events leading to now as if he were speaking to a drill sergeant. Whoever the other man was, he was clearly a man of great power. The other man chuckles again and I hear the sound of footsteps approaching the couch.

"A singer huh? Well, let me unwrap the gift you so kindly brought me."

you feel my stomach drop when he says this, suddenly I'm frozen and any logical desire to fight back flees. I hear the man move closer to me, and wince when I feel his hand carefully trace over the mask that was still covering my face. When you feel the mask pull from over your head, it takes your eyes a few minutes to adjust. The room was dimly lit, with a few lamps randomly around the room, but it was still far brighter than it had been inside of the mask. Once your eyes do adjust you see the lamps, covered with light fabric, enough to dim the lights without putting them out. you dare to glance up and see the man you'd seen in the club staring back at you, his face unkind as he studies you. For a moment you refuse to look at the other man, you're too afraid to, but when you do you're met by one of the most attractive men you'd ever seen. He, like your captor, had blue eyes that stared directly into your soul. He sat in front of you on a coffee table, his dark hair in his face and a backward baseball cap on his head. A smirk meets his lips as he looks at you. Without asking, he reaches out to smooth out your long dark locks that had been messed up when the mask was pulled from your head. Once your hair is straightened out to his liking, he studies you closely. Noting your full lips before glancing down at your body. He bites down on the bottom of his lip as he sees the way you're practically spilling out of your low-cut dress. Seemingly happy with how full your bust is.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little bird?"

He rasps this, his voice low as he glances over every single inch of your body. You aren't sure of what to think of the man in front of you. He's handsome, that much you can admit to yourself, but there's something about him that was off putting. You were afraid of whatever he was going to do next.

"She sings like one too."

You hear the man called Sam rasp and you feel your stomach drop once more. Unable to shake the anxiety of being in the presence of two men who were staring at you like a piece of meat. The man in front of you smirks, he glances at Sam and practically growls.

"I wonder how pretty she sounds when you're inside of her."

Something about the way he says it causes you to clench your legs together. Just like before, you were unaware of why your body was reacting the way that it was. You didn't know this man and you didn't know what he was going to do with you, but a part of you wanted to see what he had planned. Maybe it was because he was so attractive or maybe it was because it had been a minute since you felt aroused by someone. Either way, you were intrigued, even if it was against your better judgment. The man notices the way you clench your legs together, the way you peer back at him with honest intrigue dancing in your eyes. He bites his lip once more and turns his attention to Sam once more.

"You can go Sam. I think my little bird wants to play."

You keep your eyes locked with the man in front of you, unable to look away. Neither one of you speaks until the sound of Sam leaving the room and closing the door behind him forces you to realize you are truly alone. The sound of the door locking behind Sam is further confirmation that you're all alone.

"What's your name Sweetheart?"

The man asks, reaching into his pocket. You watch on as he pulls out a vape from his pocket and takes a hit. He breathes it in deeply before blowing the smoke into your face. His eyebrows raise expectedly after a moment of you not responding, and you decide not to keep him waiting.

"y/n. What's yours?

You ask quietly. Unsure of what he's going to do next. He takes another hit, blowing the smoke in your face once more as he tilts his head. He looks at you like you're his new favorite toy, like the possibilities of what he's going to do to you next are endless. A part of you wanted to know what he'd do. A part of you hoped he wouldn't keep you waiting too long to find out.

"Colby."

You study Colby for a second, your eyes finally pulling away from his face. You notice the half-sleeve tattoo, you notice the black T-shirt, and the black leather pants. Every inch of him looked like it'd been picked from a magazine like he was a model. But from what you gathered from the sight at the bar, he was the man in charge of something that was highly illegal. The setting of his room seemed like an eclectic, mixing of random furniture that's been pulled off the streets. He leans forward, re-capturing your attention at his closer proximity.

"Sam says you saw something you shouldn't have y/n and that makes you a liability to what operation I have going on here..."

He pauses, noticing the momentary look of fear that overtakes your face.

"... Baby, I have other options for you. You don't need to be scared."

He speaks softly, putting his vape on the coffee table next to him. His blue eyes soften as he moves from the coffee table to the couch beside you. Carefully he uses his left hand to trace over your bound arms, before moving towards the rope holding you in place. You feel the goosebumps rise on your skin as he touches you and he notices.

"y/n, if I untie this will you stay where you are? I hate seeing you look so uncomfortable."

Would you run? No, you wouldn't run. You wouldn't dare when you knew he had men working for him. You were sure he had more than the two that had been at the club and you wouldn't be that stupid to run when he hadn't even harmed you yet. You shake your head 'no' which earns an amused nod from Colby. He wastes no time moving his hands to the knot, undoing it seamlessly. You feel him grab the rope from your body and hear it land on the floor from behind you. It's only when you feel the release of the ropes that you realize how tightly they've been. You feel the blood rush back into them, but you remain exactly where you were, not moving an inch. Colby's amusement grows when you don't move from your spot, remaining exactly how you were placed by Sam. The only difference now was that your hands were free.

"Thank you."

You whisper shyly, daring to glance over at him. Now he's leaned back on the couch, your heel-clad feet inches from his lap. With his left arm draped over the side of the couch, he looked down at you contemplating what he was going to do next.

"You're a polite little bird aren't you?"

His voice sounds deeper as he reaches to grasp your right arm. He pulls you up onto your knees, your face mere inches from his.

"I don't wanna hurt you y/n. I think you might be of great use to me, but I need to know you're not going to say anything. If you say something, I'll have to do something I really, really don't wanna do..."

He pauses for a moment, pulling you onto his lap, your heals falling to the floor with the swift movement. With his hands holding you into place, you stare at him wide-eyed, your breathing uneven. The desire you'd felt tugging at you earlier was worse now that he was so close to you. There was a strange spark between you too and you felt it in your bones. Some strange connection that you'd never felt with anyone else.

"... I've been thinking of hiring a lounge singer for when people come here to party. You work for me and I keep a close eye on you. After you prove your loyalty you can go."

It sounded simple enough, but you weren't sure you trusted Colby. How could he be so sure you wouldn't tell anyone, even after he let you go?

"How do you know I won't go and say something after you decide I've proved my loyalty?"

You're unsure of why you ask the question, but you can't stop yourself from asking it. He smiles, with a look of cruel intent just beneath the surface of his handsome face. The hands that are holding you in place, move up slightly, finding either side of your exposed thighs.

"I'll fuck the loyalty into you. When I'm through with you, you won't want to think about betraying me."

You swallow hard at his words, your lips parting slightly as you stare at the man before. No one had ever spoken to you that way, but you liked it. The way he spoke to you with such an assured tone. Like he knew what he could do to you and knew that you'd enjoy every second of it. He sees the spark his words stirred in you, the faint flicker of something in your eyes that hadn't been there before.

And he likes it.

“You sound confident in your skills if you think a single fuck is going to make me not betray you.”

The words fall from your lips before you have a chance to stop yourself. You can tell that what you’ve said has intrigued him by the way he stares back at you, his jaw locked. His face is so close that his lips almost touch yours. You feel his hands move to the inside of your thighs, slowly spreading you open before him, your body balancing in his lap still. Your breathing hitches when you feel his fingers slowly graze over your thighs, the cold metal of his rings causing a chill to move up your spine.

“Who said it was going to be a single fuck?”

He starts, his hands nearing your dripping sex. Your aching core wants nothing more than for him to touch you. You felt pathetic feeling so needy for the man you’d only just met, but it had been so fucking long since someone has touched you. He makes sure his eyes are locked with yours as he finds your lacy underwear, his fingers brushing the fabric to the side. Slowly, he sinks two fingers into you, curling them as he pumps them in and out of you. His lips part when he sees the look of pleasure overtake your face. His jawline is more defined as he pumps into you again and again.

“I’m going to fuck you as many times as I need to to get the message across.”

He growls the words, curling his fingers once more. You look at him, your face softening as he slowly starts to draw your body closer to the edge. You feel your walls tightening around his fingers, you feel your nerves building in the pit of your stomach. He feels your walls tightening around him too and you can tell because he chuckles darkly in your ear, his lips so close it almost makes you dizzy. You feel him gently bite down on your earlobe, gently pulling. A gasp escapes you when he does this causing him to chuckle once more.

“Aww, you sound so pretty with my fingers fucking you.”

He groans, fingers curling once again, earning a moan that you can’t contain. You dare to pull back to look at him, almost angry that he looks so sure of himself. That he was right about how your body would react to him. He looks at you expectedly, almost daring you to say something. Anything to make him push you over the edge, but you don’t. Instead, you move your lips to his, your hands finding his dark brown locks. He stills the pumping of his fingers for a moment, shocked that you’d made the first move to kiss him, but after a second he’s right back at it. He pushes his fingers deeper into you, adding a third finger as your tongue finds his.

The addition of the third finger almost makes you feral, another moan brushing past your lips.

“Cum on my fingers. I wanna lick them clean.”

His tone is commanding and your body is utterly at his mercy as he returns his lips to yours. He groans as his fingers thrust inside of you one final time and you allow your body come undone. Your lips slowly pull away from one another as you focus on your breathing. With a sick look of satisfaction, he pulls his fingers out of you, smirking at his cum slicked fingers. He keeps his blue eyes locked with yours as he licks himself clean, something that makes you feel wet all over again. After he licks your fluids from his fingers an awkward silence falls over the both of you. But only for a moment before he picked you up, his lips finding yours once more. You wrap your hands around his waist as he carries you from the couch you’d been on towards his bed. You hadn’t noticed the bed earlier, but you’d been too scared to properly take in your surroundings. Not when you’d been unmasked and threatened in the moments leading to this. He lays you down on the bed, his lips moving from yours to your neck. Underneath him, you felt your body arching into his. In desperate need for his body to be as close to yours as possible. He grinds against you when he feels how needy you are beneath him.

“Fuck.”

You moan as he gently starts to suck on your collarbone. A sound that seems to echo off of the walls, his cock hard through his leather pants as he grinds against you once again, firmer this time. As if he’s trying to make you moan once again.

“You like that baby?”

He asks you, lifting his head up from where he’s marked you on your collarbone. You feel your breath catch as you dare to look at him, the feeling of desire pulsating all over you. The truth was, you loved it. You loved the way he touched you and you wanted more.

So much more.

You can’t find the words to tell him how much you loved the way he touched you. You couldn’t try even if you wanted to. He’d not even properly fucked you yet. What were you doing to do when he did? You breathe, winded from everything that led you into this stranger’s bed.

“Yes, I like it. I like all of it.”

Your response earns a look of amusement from Colby. Clearly impressed by how needy he’s made you without even trying. He pulls back, lifting his body from yours as he stands at the foot of the bed. You feel his eyes on you.

“Strip and get down on all fours.”

For a moment you’re frozen in place before you realize he’s being serious. Slowly you sit up in the bed, reaching to pull your dress over your head. He doesn’t stop looking at you as you take off all of your clothes. Watching you closely with each piece of fabric from your body. Not making a move until you are completely naked before him. It's only once you’re completely bare before him that you feel the weight of any insecurities you had bubbling beneath the surface. You can’t face his handsome face so you turn away, getting on all fours like he’d told you to. From behind you, with your eyes fixed on the mirror behind the bedframe. The mirror shows your reflection as Colby undresses from behind you. His shirt falls to the floor carelessly, his eyes finding yours in the mirror as he takes his pants off, sliding his underwear down with them. In the mirror, you catch a glimpse of his hardened cock, the size of him bigger than you’d ever had before. You watch on helplessly as he grips your hips and pulls you towards the edge of the bed. He takes his hands and rubs circles on your ass cheeks. In the mirror you see him lick his lips when he sees the slick of your needy sex.

“I’m going to fuck you y/n.”

He growls, aligning his cock with your sex. He keeps his eyes on yours as he slides in, pushing past your folds with ease, fitting inside of you like he was made for you. Feeling how full you are with him inside of you, you moan, eager for him to move. Seeming to sense what you’re thinking he starts to move, his hands holding you in place as he starts to fuck you from behind. He is relentless as he pounds into you, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. He groans when he feels how tight you are, enjoying the sensation of sliding in and out of you, his cock buried as deep as you can take him. You feel his hands as he reaches around you, to grab your beasts as he continues his relentless pounding. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel your walls start to tighten around his cock. You didn’t want this to be over, but you also didn’t know how long you could keep up this pace. He roughly grasps your breasts, his fingertips toying with your nipples. Earning another mewl from your parted lips.

“I’m going to cum inside of you y/n. And I want you to cum all over my cock.”

A faint ‘hmm’ of confirmation passes your lips as he quickens his pace. Each thrust sloppier and sloppier until you feel him cum inside of you. His cock shoots his seed deep inside of you. The feeling of him cuming is what pushes you over the edge, your body following his moments after he’s finished. You gasp as he holds you in place, his cock deep inside of you until he’s finished. He grabs your hips again, making sure to catch your attention in the mirror as he pulls out. His breathing is as ragged as yours but you’re the only one left weak after he pulls out. Your limbs are shaky as you lay down on the bed, unable to stay on all fours.

“So how about it y/n. Do we have a deal? You work for me and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut? You do that and I don’t have to do anything to you that I don’t want to.”

You peer up at him in the mirror, exhaustion from the day suddenly washing over you. With heavy eyes you nod in agreement, deciding it was better to do what you were told rather than fight it. You slowly close your eyes as you feel a blanket fall over your body, mumbling a faint,

“Deal.”

Before your entire world goes black and you lose consciousness,

** I don't know if I'll do more, this was just an idea that popped into my head. Let me know if you'd like to see more.

#colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby smut #colby brock imagine #colby x reader #colby brock x reader

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itsbenedict · 1 month ago

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[ed: Crap, this isn't working. Hang on. Let me try one more thing- hold tight.]

From the beginning | Previously | Coin standings | 100 | 32 | 0/100

You briefly consider just stepping into another disk and back, but you can't guarantee you'll find one with the right configuration in time to stop what they're doing. You only know one place where the correct secret passage is for sure open- you've got to go back and warn Dad in person.

Using your TV EXPLORER SCYTHE, you rip a hole between disks and head back to the real world. The DEMIURGE LAYER settles back over your vision, and the spooky halloween mansion situation resolves back into the sunlit chrome and glass of the DESIGN CENTER. Birdsong echoes through the courtyard park. You spot TACTICIA T. KARYDON chatting with ERIC SMUSTER about something inane again, and you snap at them to get back to work already.

As soon as they head back inside to avoid your wrath, you ensure the coast is clear and open the hidden path home in the west wall. The secret passage leads to a second enclosed courtyard, where your unassuming little house sits in the middle of a slightly overgrown garden.

You don't see the assassin monster. You hope it's not already upstairs in Dad's office.

You head inside and--

[ed: Oh my god. This is. SO annoying. Okay, um. Listen. I can still make this work, okay? We just... we'll pretend like it happened. I'll just summarize. It's kind of what I've been doing, right? It's... close enough.]

Okay, so you, um. You go and talk to your dad. You tell him, uh... you tell him that there's someone who took control of security, in the other version, and that they're probably coming for him in his office. So he can, like... get out of the building, and be gone when it comes for him. And he says-

--he says--

[ed: Jesus fucking christ, this guy. Alright. Okay. You're still playing the game. You're still in control. So you picked the option, and now that you've picked the option, the outcome has to happen. You warned Dad. That's how this! Fucking!! Works!!!]

Great! Great, you did it! You warned your dad and now he's safe! Nothing stupid happened to make that impossible! Right? We believe that, right? Of course we do. It's all accounted for. It corresponds. So your dad isn't going to get killed by a renegade backstory element in the world's dumbest ironic twist of fate. Great job, Melody, the character who you are, who you are playing as.

Okay, cool! What now? Let's have her do some options. They're some real options, the real thing that she would do in this scenario. We're still hooked up. You, MELODY REMAKE, have saved your dad from the problem. That shit really happened.

Is that... is that good? Are we done?

Continued, apparently | 100 | 3̴̼̿̃2̶̛̖̋ | 0/100

#lost in hearts #doc having some normal creative difficulties over here probably

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mars101 · 1 year ago

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Act 1: -> Scene 2: mama got busy

WRITTEN PART -> (0.8) -> more ss after

“soooo… now can you show us?”

the girls had arrived on the island and yin was now bringing the two for a walk along the beach, her hands held onto a diary with a sparkling cover.

“hold on yuna! we've got to at least be away from the docks, the only people who know is us.”

“wait, you didn't tell jay? it's his wedding too”

yin turns around to face the girls while walking backwards in front of them, the diary now clutched close to her chest as they're more farther away from people.

“okay well, i was going to tell him… tomorrow..”

the two scoff in disbelief at yin, “yeah you're going to tell him. when all three of your dads are walking down the damn isle with you.”

“KARINA!”

she throws her hands up in defense, “we know you, just make sure to try.” karina shares a look with yuna.

the bride opens the diary to a bookmarked page and turns it to the girls. “ive already read it once, maybe twice and.. you two can see for yourself.” yin hands over the book to yuna who's eyes start to sparkle in delight before she even started to read. “woah..”

“yin your mom got busy”

karina starts to flip the pages before she's even finished reading one, “twelve whole pages of them??” yuna looks at you with shock and amusment, “filled front to back too” yin shuts her eyes while covering her face, “in detail…”

“our poor baby~”

“i think the boat is still here, lets leave honey”

“i am NOT leaving with you two, you need to stop”

karina takes the diary from yuna and starts to read the first page, “your mom is a fun writer, “july 17th, what a night! last night-” Wait.. your wedding day is the day your mom got knocked up??” yin scratches her head while looking away from the two.

“okay well, i didn't know until i found it.. but it means something right, i thought it did when i saw the date.. which is why i invited all three of them…”

“you keep on acting before thinking.. ok well easy solution to this. first man in is your dad”

yin and yuna cringe at the words “please word that differently, and the first man in does not mean hes the dad, it just matters on which one reaches first”

“yeah so first one in is the dad which is.. lee hyunjae, hes your dad. im betting on it”

“hmmm no, thats not how that works.”

“how would you know yuna?”

“i asked a lot of questions when i was in health class”

yin shakes her head at the two, “whichever one is my dad is the one i feel a connection to, like once i see them i just will know.”

“as if, you find connections in everything.”

“yin, one of these men is your dad, but i just know you will end up feeling connected to all of them.”

yin links her arms with the two as she brings them along towards her mom's hotel on the island, the walk filled with exclamations as they continue to read from the diary.

the building wasn't anything too fancy, it was nice and cozy and brought warmth to the girls every time they visited yin.

“Here come the bridesmaids! Oh look at you three~ So beautiful!”

“mom! oh my god you scared me”

“y/n!”

Yuna and Karina rushed to hug Y/n as she appeared, they shove the diary in Yin's hands as she moves it to behind her back away from her view. The two ease into Y/n's embrace as her hands caress their heads, “Was the ride here alright? Yuna, i know you get seasick.” The two girls are trying to hide smirks and giggles as they look at Y/n after reading her diary.

“awe mama~ i did get a little sick, and it’s yin’s fault” yuna points at yin while clinging onto her mom, her action makes Y/n chuckle. “mom! she literally kept on texting me while i told her to stop. she’s a liar~” Yin pulls Yuna away from Y/n, and she's now caging the girl's arms in a hug, karina joins them, pulling both of them into a hug.

With a soft look in Y/n's eyes at the sight of the three she start to feel a bit sad inside, “The three of you have grown so well, even you Karina despite me meeting you only a few years ago. Oh, I can't believe my baby is getting married~” Her hands rest on Yin's cheeks to kiss her forehead, giggles escaping her lips. “The next ferry's about to arrive. I have to go pick up your aunts.”

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

last/next

masterlist

taglist:

@boomhoon , @sanasour, @loonaluvz, @jaerisdiction, @cowsmicwu

#tbz smau #tbz x reader #the boyz smau #the boyz x reader #hyunjae x reader #juyeon x reader #tbz imagines #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #younghoon x reader #younghoon smau #juyeon smau #hyunjae smau #the boyz #the boyz au

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the-firebird69 · 6 months ago

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Thor Freya

Olympus

I thought about the idea and it sounds pretty good with Kia we have Kia plants we want to get going and they're in our area and we're just going to get going on it we do agree it might be damaging to the reputation but not as damaging it's not compensating someone important and it was the engine and it was the damn oil plug and nobody would fix it right and there's too much oil but that shouldn't do that damage and it doesn't and you can't tell me the dipstick there are a couple problems that somebody built in so we're going to try and work on that and he says it's not like for like the whole cost of the vehicle and I get that too and he accompany it would be absorbing it and I only have a 20%. I do follow that and sales are going to be humongous if I fix it so I'm going to wait to hear I looked at the last one it dipped and then it went off

Trump

He wants to do well with Kia and his version of the Chrysler no he's going to do what Chrysler's doing and we already had a brief meeting. And no it wasn't behind dunkin' donuts it was inside. And with this company we think that if they reimburse you now it would be an issue no it would help you and we're ready to start out plants including starting up the one in Mexico it was huge that's like two billion square feet and it's more than assembly they make a ton of vehicles there and Kia does well and their motors better now they repair it and they can pump on a lot of vehicles so we are now starting up with as many kia plants that we have and John remillard will have his it's going to be a big question as to who reimburses you first we know it's a positive thing and he's mad and he says I'll stop it if you send it so we understand what that says and other people don't want us to send it so we're going to wait there's a lot of stuff like that that we can send cuz we're going to own companies but people here might block it and we don't want you to and things won't go well if you keep blocking it a lot of your people need work tons of work and it's going to start rejuvenating went a little bit backwards about 400% no it was about 2,000% now it's going to go ahead probably $3,000% or more there's a lot of ideas that are going to go into production including cosplay and all sorts of things if you have a business idea and you're a higher up the general region and you want to start your business you can call us we have factories and we have some personnel and we have locations in your areas and we have office buildings that can be converted we have tons of stuff that we can do huge numbers of people are going to call us yeah and they mean it too our stuff is really good and it's good quality and it works and we do test it out we want this to work we have fabrication for just about anything you can imagine including mini cars tons of them like the Bugatti that you saw in others and if you have small people we are willing to make those we are starting up companies like Coleman and that is Hera for the small engines and mini bikes camping gear and some in a lot of campers we are going to change the design a little to make it easier to build and faster. And a son and daughter are now saying small homes and tiny homes trailerable as well and we do see it there's time you can come and pop them onto a foundation and there is ones that you can put on a moving platform and to make all these neighborhoods and we're going to make our framing system popular too. We're going to start building huge neighborhoods with houses and tons of houses that are probably around 12 to 1500 square foot and it really houses four to five people comfortably these days the way they're designed we are moving on it real soon we're hiring for every trade you can imagine. We're taking over a lot of area in doing so Nirvana is off limits still it is a hell zone our son does not believe in gambling at all he's not a gambler he knows the math he sees you doing it and Mac got him some funding and it was pretty clean this nothing drastic about it on either side nobody made a big deal cuz he was helping but we want to open a

-mini new Las Vegas. He says Arizona is ripe. There's a lot of retirees there and Sherry can work there and people will like it she's a novelty and Trump can try and get one of those crappy places at the end of the strip and try and take over the place all the time and it'll Force us to take his buildings for new Las Vegas Nevada. And I think it's a great idea and we call it that too mini new Las Vegas and the reason is it would be smaller with smaller casinos. So he himself is wondering how small the casinos would be and he has a design idea and she does too and we're thinking about it and he was thinking one level for the casino and then hotels nearby and then his second thought was and it's kind of like a little dangerous but you can put full heights and there's an accident once in awhile but you'll put them full height safety glass and the safety net and you put a four or five story casino like in Belgium where they had that place with all the bars and he only went to a couple but it's like a five story thing and in the middle it's open and it's like one big bar and in this case you would have a big bar in the middle and some eateries and bars on each four and it and casinos on each floor and maybe like start out with five of those and then grow and you can have some that are sprawling but not many cuz you we're not going to use up much room we don't want to make it seem huge and we want to test bed all of our stuff but the mini limousines and the tram ideas and the layout of the place having one concourse one way with like five lanes and the other one to the other way with tunnels and we do it with just this small microphone and you like the idea where we can talk about partnership if you have land and you like the idea. And we'll be selling things there probably mini cars and we have a line of them. We have about five buildings I know they're saying 10 we could move over there there's a light that and a couple sprawling ones in hotels and it could have some long stay things or cheaper and some of his really cheap type motel types that he had and come up with an also some of our test bed ones for hard knock and the Japanese style ones with a teeny room and a lot of people like it it's a great idea so when you think it works because Bruce Willis doesn't New York and then I quadruple their living space tendencies and tendencies and that's what they need to do so we're moving out right now and if anybody has land for this New Vegas and let us know if you want to partnership and if you want to be a partners on the casino that we want to have interest in it let us know too and we're accepting all races at this time and of course it would be your realms races

Thor Freya

So I get offered to do five of them if I got in there and I'm trying to do that

Mac daddy

I'm going to try and do five

Ben Arnold

I'm going to try and do six or seven maybe two or a crappy one in the outskirts maybe a mile away

Trump

And my cousin says don't go down there they have some s***** wedding stuff yeah I get that

Sarah

We're getting on to this we might have a crappy one down to the outskirts too and he says it's good because it's a model for the big one and so it would be

Garth

So you're not asking us permission so we just talked to you yeah you did

Mac daddy

That was cool that was full anyways I wonder what Daniel's up to is a big mom character

Ben Arnold

Yeah we're going to do this I might open the superhero bar he says that is a very welcome idea and if you want investors for Tampa you know how to contact my people even I'm going to talk to someone for a minute that's great we'll hold

Daniel

Leading death strike no that's not me I have a character and you're right she's sexy but you don't want me to do that one I have some more like ones but they wouldn't like it so really I have to be someone that they know about and Catwoman is one of them and I have a character and she'll probably butt in so I'm going to go ahead and do this and try and get a consortium going for Tampa and for a new mini Las Vegas and we're going to get our mini business going they have a site and they're going to talk about it and I thank you for the idea

Hera

Oh boy this is going to be fun

Chicago PD girl who's married to the guy who did three kings movie in Afghanistan

I forgot what I was going to say no there's a great ideas I want to be part of superhero bar in Tampa and he said someone's heading it up and it's Daniel so I'm going to go ahead and contact him and I want to do the one in mini Las Vegas

Mac daddy

No we have this mini car company and we have tons of cars we have them already and we can put them in mini Las Vegas and you just one of these used car dealerships and just move it out there and they're called new mini cars. And they're not kids they're ground up they're fast and solid and great cars and Nicki Minaj is not that small those are full size Lamborghinis in the video. Now this is a great company and it's a great idea is mini Las Vegas and we might have to change the name so he said Las Vegas is Spanish sort of it really is so you put it in English and call it mini and people might like that and you put in subtitles meaning Las Vegas Las Vegas pequeno. And father and mother vital and got his wife are laughing and the name never comes out right for crying loud but yeah this is a great idea he wants to work on the sign and we say that would be terrific and it had to have lights and all sorts of things in the background he can work on an entranceway sign he can work on and if you like Vegas but our version and yeah we're going to have to have we'll tell news and everything and he doesn't know what that bar name is in Belgium but he wants to name it after the bar and Stefan wants to get involved he can have a casino inside it. Who wants to do a laser light show and have a small sphere. Before the big one gets there he's going to put it he wants us to put a small one at 45 ft and say the big one is coming really and it's kind of awesome his ideas that you have a hotel inside it just like 20 rooms and you can see into the rooms you can see it and you can turn the ball off but most the time would be on so when you're inside you would see like the back of the image you can still see out though a little and you can have cameras so you can turn it to look like when it's actually outside without seeing it so it's kind of the illusion thing of a cloak it's a little more advanced now people want to get involved it sounds like a lot of fun so we're going to go ahead with this now all these ideas

Thor Freya

Olympus

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dream-meister-translations · 8 months ago

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WOLF GAME

PHANTOM THIEVES & THE THREE MAPS - PART 2

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[ Sirens Blaring ]

SECURITY GUARD : Intruders!

SECURITY GUARD : Surround the building!!

[ The sound of footsteps running ]

??? : Hah...Haah...Damn it! They're still chasing us...

??? : I need to escape quickly!

SECURITY GUARD : I see them! Over there!

SECURITY GUARD : Wait, isn't that one of those Phantom Thiefs!?

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Fuck! They found me! I gotta run! Where are Tomoya and the others!?

TOMOYA AIZAWA : Yukinari, can you hear me?

TOMOYA AIZAWA : Tomoya! Thank god! We finally got connection back!

TOMOYA AIZAWA : It's all gonna be okay now, Yukinari... Just breathe and concentrate on the mission. How is it going on your end?

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Hah...Haah...I'm being chased by a ton of fucking security guards. Wh-What should I do? If I don't find a way outta here, I'll get caught!

KOU NIIMURA : No. I won't allow you to be caught. If you get caught, our true identities will be revealed and it will be all over for us.

[ Kou aims his sniper rifle and shoots one of the guards ]

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Whoa! Kou, gimme a chance to escape before you go shooting people!

SECURITY GUARD : Halt right there, Phantom Thief!

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Ah shit! There's more coming! This is real bad!

KOU NIIMURA : Don't panic. I'll handle this. These idiots are too fixated on Yukinari they don't even realize we're here.

[ Kou shoots another guard directly in the head ]

KOU NIIMURA : Checkmate.

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : K-Kou, are you killing them!?

KOU NIIMURA : Hmph. Don't worry. It's a mere tranquilizer gun. Now get out while you can, Yukinari. You must under no circumstance be caught.

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Shit...They keep coming! What the hell should I do? They're gonna catch me!

YUUTO RURIKAWA : Would you shut the fuck up...

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Is that...Yuuto?

YUUTO RURIKAWA : You've been whining so much my ears hurt.

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : H-How can you expect me to be quiet in a situation like this!? Tell me how to escape from here!

YUUTO RURIKAWA : If it'll make you shut up...Uh...The escape route is...Hm...I see...This route should work...

YUUTO RURIKAWA : I'll guide you through the escape route. Just follow my instructions...

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : R-Right! You're a life saver Yuuto! So, which way?

YUUTO RURIKAWA : First head toward the corner ahead...

[ The sound of static ]

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Ah, for fuck's sake! Did communication get cut again!?

SECURITY GUARD : Halt, Phantom Thief!

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Eek! They're hot on my trail again!

[ The sound of footsteps running ]

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Hah...Hahh...Haahh...I can't breathe...

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Ah! I see a light up ahead! Maybe it leads outside!

Passing through the corridor it opened up into a wide hallway.

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : Damn it! I'm still inside the building!? Oh god, this is real bad. It's a dead end and I'm way up on the third floor.

SECURITY GUARD : This is the end of the line for you!!

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : ...!? They're gonna catch me, but I've got no where else to run...Fuck...I guess I have no choice...

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : (Don't overthink it. It's gonna be okay...I gotta jump... I can't get caught here...!)

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : AAAAAHHHHH!!!

YUKINARI SHIMOTSUKI : I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA DIE!!

A few moments later...

SECURITY GUARD A : Huh? Where did he go...?

SECURITY GUARD B : Damn we lost sight of him...

SECURITY GUARD C : Split up and search! We can't let him escape!

SECURITY GUARD A : Understood.

#Wolf Game #Wolf Game Another #Wolf Game translation #Wolf Game another translation #狼ゲーム #狼ゲームtranslation #Zetsubou Prison #絶望プリズン #Zetsubou Prison translation #絶望プリズン translation #Phantompart2

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blindedbythedarkness · 2 years ago

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Hi there future me,

How are you doing? What's the world like now? Things seem so bad right now and feel like they're tipping into worse. But I thought maybe, with a bit of luck, by this time next year I'll be able to look back and see that things are getting better. I don't rate my chances, but I have to hope, right?

Life right now is a constant battle, internally and externally. Covid is everywhere, it's worse than ever and everyone is also getting sick with secondary infections because it's ruined their immune systems. The hospitals are overrun here in the UK, as well as the US, Canada, Ireland and Australia. Probably in the rest of the Western World too, but the language barrier means we don't hear from them as much.

I have at least 4 things I could do with seeing a doctor about, but none seem to be a risk to my life or limbs right now, so it seems safer to wait. I cancelled an op a few months ago for the same reasons- the hospital just wouldn't be a safe place to be unconscious and maskless. I often toy with the idea of going private, but it's so damn expensive. Besides, I wouldn't know what to prioritize. I just accept that for now this is the body I have to work with and pray every day that I (or people I love) don't need a trip to A&E.

It's scary knowing there's no real safety net left. Ambulances take hours if not days to arrive. People are dying in the back of them once they get to hospital because there's no room inside. People inside are lying on the floor or sat in chairs when they need a bed. People are dying who could be saved with enough staff, but there just aren't enough. It's horrifying, but what can you do but hope you don't become part of it and shove it to the back of your mind?

Uni is both brilliant and a constant struggle. I love the course and the content. I hate that the people who run it seem to believe that no one should be protected from Covid and that my need to avoid it is pathological. Even as a clinically vulnerable person, they make no accomodations for me. It's illegal, but what can I do? I wouldn't know where to start with a lawyer. I've tried talking to the SU and thought I was getting there, but once the messaging they put out has been filtered through 10 layers of denial and minimalism, it's the same old bullshit. It feels like wading through treacle and screaming at brick walls most the time just trying to access education without being exposed to The Brain Eating Bat Virus.

I refuse to give up though. I can't, I have to have something to hope on or I think I'd just collapse. So I'm going guerilla with public health. I'm setting up a website just to try and get the message out there- the Covid basics, in the hopes that some people are simply ignorant and not entirely apathetic. I'm gonna make some posters too, with directions to the website for more info. We'll see how it goes. It seems no one else is going to do it (*side eyes at official public health agencies*).

Things are very scary right now as the latest messaging is that everyone has "immunity debt" and needs to get sick to build up their immune systems. It's bullshit, obviously. But it means that not only are people not staying home when ill, you actually can't trust them not to actively be trying to make you ill. They think they're doing you a favour. It's terrifying.

China is currently in the middle of a major wave after removing lots of protections. Maybe the reasons why they did it will become clear, because it's just devastating right now. A real heartbreak as well as they were one of the few left not bowing to let it rip policy. They think a new, very bad variant might emerge and there's lots of predictions about it affecting supply chains. I'm bracing myself, what more can I do?

Weirdly, some countries (so far us, the US, Italy and Spain) have placed restrictions on China due to all their Covid, despite zero mitigations within the country. Either it's a (kind of racist) political move, despite them encouraging China to let it rip, or they know something very bad is coming. I guess we'll find out.

Right now mum and dad are both on 1 infection each. Technically better than the current national average of 2, but still not great. Both have substantial lingering fatigue. I worry especially about my dad as he seems the perfect candidate for a Sudden Post Covid Death- male, in his 60s, high BP, family history of heart problems. Nothing I can do though. Plus I worry that they're both getting lax about their Covid safety, it seems to be what happens 2-3 months after a first infection. I reckon its brain related- they can't make risk assessments anymore. But it's just speculation. All I can do is keep them informed on the risks and hope they still have enough about them to protect themselves.

So yeah, things are very bad. Could easily become worse. Every day is a struggle. As has been the case for a while now, the hardest part is others not giving a fuck and not doing their part, than the need to shield itself.

If I could, I would beg 2023 to be better. But for the most part these things are changed by people and their choices, not just luck and natural phenomena. So, we'll just have to see.

I just hope I've survived, intact, and I'm as healthy as possible. And my loved ones too. So keep going man, you've made it this far. Keep on going. I know you can do it. You're so fucking tough, even though I know you don't want a reason to be.

I love you,

#dear future me #c rambles #future me #covid #covid19 #pandemic #shielding #coronavirus #thoughts #feelings #depressed #depression #rambles #isolation #grief

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masterwords · 3 years ago

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the high price of shame

Notes: I have nothing to say for myself. Hotch needs PT after the stabbing...someone take my keyboard away from me. (This isn't even a story. Just look away. I have no dignity. 993w.)

It's not that he's jealous.

Okay, maybe he is.

Every day, he drops Hotch off at the swimming pool. Yes, it's a swimming pool at a Community College, but he's forbidden to come inside.

“Pick me up in two hours,” Hotch says, if anything at all, and he's just glad to be included. Hotch had spent the last month pushing him away. The staples and stitches had gone, in their wake, glistening fresh skin, memories and physical therapy.

To Hotch, this time was private. Not proud of where his body was, what it looked like, what it was capable of. But he can deal if he's on his own, he can't have Morgan there. Not doing 6am water aerobics to try and regain strength where he no longer has any.

In Morgan's mind, as he sits in the parking lot wondering what happens in that pool, he sees supermodels and Olympic athletes. Glistening abs and scantily clad gods and goddesses swimming laps and high diving. He knows it's absurd, it's a damn Community College, but he doesn't get to see and that's where his mind wanders. His mom always told him that he had a vivid imagination. “Why can't I just come in?” he asked, one very early morning. Plenty of time before work, he could sit and do some reading, maybe do some continuing education that he'd been avoiding, but just to be in there. “I wanna see what they've got you doing.”

“No.”

It was so final, so adamant, it only served to fuel his fire. What was he hiding?

Inside, it was muggy and warm. The thick wet air caught in Hotch's lungs while he visited with Viktor and Theodore in their drooping swim trunks beneath the lukewarm showers. It made his stomach hurt to walk into the pool room only to be greeted by Ethel, Lucy, Marguerite and Doris...they fawned over him, told him he was too thin, asked him how his honey was. It took so much energy just to get into the pool. The youngest by at least 30 years, his physical prowess was on par if not behind; they were so encouraging. Coleen would show up five minutes after the class started, stoic and quiet, her stony features off-putting to all of the other women in the class but Hotch was drawn to her and her black swim cap.

“Thought you'd slept in,” he muttered, and she grunts at him, scrunches her nose and offers what he suspects is her attempt at a smile. It seems to hurt her face, he likes that.

“You were hoping I was dead.”

“Maybe.”

“Tough luck, sugar cookie. Maybe next time.”

He's in her will now, he gets everything. She doesn't have a husband, no children, and he'd taken an interest in her. Things were dark, when his stitches dissolved, his staples were removed, and he was barely patched together. Trying to pass for a human again. She didn't seem to mind how broken he was. Now he's her sole heir, somehow, and he can't imagine what it is that her estate looks like but it's probably more trouble than anything else. Cats and debt and an absurd amount of knicknacks. Still, he likes her. He enjoys her. He stays in this class because of her. They're all wonderful, but Coleen...she's something special. The mother he never had, maybe, but he doesn't explore that too far.

Morgan is standing outside, leaning against the brick building when he walks out surrounded by them. He's usually late, Hotch is sitting on the bench waiting when he arrives but not today...today he's there and he sees them, and worse (so much worse), they see him.

“Is that him?” Coleen asks, needling Hotch with her elbow. He looks down, a flush rising in his neck. She makes a low cackling sound, it's deep and rich like honey and gravel on a hot day. “Looks like a Greek God. What the hell did you do to land a guy like that?” She's already lighting up a cigarette, the moment her foot leaves the curb, the moment she's far enough away from the school. He doesn't look up until Morgan calls to him, waves him over. Coleen follows, the rest do not, they're chattering among themselves, and he knows he'll hear about it in two days. Coleen is too interested in how this plays out, she's maybe a little evil, he's not certain. It's part of what draws him to her.

“I'm Coleen,” she announces, extending her clawed hand, once elegant and now gnarled by time. Her nails are the color of blood, just like her lips. Morgan kisses her knuckles like a gentleman, but his eyes are on Hotch, bewildered and amused. “You must be the famed Derek.”

“Woah...” he says taking a step backward, hands over his heart like he might collapse from shock. “He talks about me?”

“Oh, no,” she says, shaking her head and ashing on the asphalt beneath her feet. “Not willingly. But I ask all the right questions.”

Morgan cocks an eyebrow, first at Hotch, and then at her. He's never felt further away from Hotch in his life, and it isn't so bad. Hotch talks about him; it has to count for something. Most days he thinks he's invisible.

“You're just as gorgeous as he says.”

“He...says?” Morgan asks, and this moment can't get any stranger. She laughs. Cackles really.

“No, I suppose he doesn't say...but he implies. It's in his eyes.”

Hotch is standing, silent, wishing this moment, this colliding of worlds would just end. It does shortly, when Coleen stubs out her cigarette beneath the toe of her boot and walks away, leaving the two of them beside Morgan's SUV in stunned silence.

“You talk about me.” He's flattered. Hotch is...in a state of disbelief that this is what his life has come to.

“Stop.”

“You love me.”

“Stop.”

“You think I'm gorgeous...”

“I'll take the bus.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #criminal minds fanfiction

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limenysnocket · 3 years ago

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Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

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armin x yn (wc: 12720)

warnings: nsfw/smut, yandere armin, obsession, mentions of stalking, manipulation, toxic relationship, armin being a creep in love basically. summary makes it seem like he kidnaps reader lmao he doesn’t

summary: having seen enough of you managing without him, armin decides to finally take matters into his own hands and make you his.

armin doesn't understand.

he thought he planned everything out perfectly. he gave you your space, hasn’t given anyone the slightest suggestion of his feelings for you—at least the people you both know. he wanted you to come to him willingly, no persuasion or sweet talks.

he did everything perfectly. he's the perfect student, always has been. has gotten straight a's since the moment he entered his first grade, received a full scholarship to some college he could care less about instead of his dream one because that's the one you chose, even helped you with your college admission letters. he's well off, could've—could take care of you your entire life. he's loved by everyone on campus and even in high school, he was the apple of everyone's eye.

you knew how perfect he was back then and how he's thriving right now so how the hell...of all people why him? he clenches the beer can in his hand, watching you stumble up the stairs with none other than his best friend.

this isn't like the other boys you've dated. he can't just threaten or throw cash at him until he realizes you'll always belong to armin and leave you alone. eren doesn't listen to anyone and even if he did try any threats, it'd just ruin the nice guy reputation he’d had spent years building up.

he throws the can onto the sofa, immediately trailing after you two before he can stop himself. he thought spending the summer in everyone’s home town would've just brought them closer—specifically brought you and him closer, that was the plan after all. not you and eren. you two have barely spoken three words to each other your entire lives.

it doesn't make sense.

he thought he knew everything about you. he had organized every single detail regarding you in sections and tucked the pictures in that little box that's been tucked under his dorm bed for years. maybe he gave too much space? college was undoubtedly stressful, he must've become too busy with his studies to look over you. to make sure you made the right decisions and weren't tainted by the hands of everyone around you.

he had screwed up.

but he intends to make it right. to put you back on the right track, the one you're supposed to be on. the one that leads you straight to him.

he found the two of you in some random bedroom, disgust immediately taking over him at the sight. is this who you were now? a few months of not talking to one another and you were already ruining your life by letting yourself get fucked by eren of all people in a bedroom you didn't even know the owner of?

his nails dig into his palms as he watches through the creek in the door, you guys didn't even bother to close it all the way. as if you wanted an audience. eren was already slamming into you, like you were nothing more than a toy dying to be used and defiled. like a whore. is that who you are now y/n? a whore? the more he stares, the more it seems like it. you’re on your stomach, hands clenching the sheets and head thrown back in pleasure.

the pace of his thrusts has you letting out high pitched moans, a bit of saliva sliding down your chin. "e—eren." you cry out and armin would've walked in there and punched the daylights out of his own best friend because no one deserves to hear you calling their name out like that except for him. it's unfair. so unfair he could fucking die out of fury right now. but he didn't. he stood there, frozen because hitting his best friend—anyone is out of character for him.

it would've raised eyebrows and questions he doesn't want to answer. but still...the way eren snaps his cock in you sloppily, the slap of skin against skin filling the room makes him bite down on his tongue to the point of blood. the anger is consuming him and he's not sure he can watch this torture any longer.

"y—you're—n—ngh so big, eren." you moan like a bitch in heat, tongue almost lolling out as eren grabs your hair, pulling your head back even more so he can plant a disgusting kiss on your lips.

at least you're still dressed, outfit clinging to your sweaty body. at least he doesn't get to see anything too valuable. at least armin still has that for himself. it's when eren grips your clothed breast that he decides enough is enough, he's ready to open the door and storm in the room but a hand is quickly grabbing his forearm.

he freezes, has someone been watching him? did they see anything? fuck, are they going to think he's some huge pervert? judging by his actions tonight, maybe he is. he slowly turns around, closing the door in front of him before the person can ask any questions.

it's historia. her pupils are dilated as she leans onto armin's arm. the booming sound of the music from downstairs drowns out whatever she's slurring out right now but armin pretty's sure he has a gist of it. "let's get you home." he sighs, placing his hand on her shoulder.

she shakes her head, "we—gotta...find y/n." she says a bit louder, clenching her eyes shut before opening them again. "my head hurts." she whines.

"that's what happens when you decide to act like a damn delinquent." he mutters bitterly more to himself, it's not like she'll remember any of this tomorrow. "now let's go home before mom kills us."

"but—y/n. we came with her, we can't just...just..." she clenches the front of his shirt before letting out a choked gag.

armin huffs, almost throwing her off before she ruins his clothes but even as annoying as she is, leaving his sister in a place like this isn't such a good idea. especially for his reputation. he would take y/n with him as well but it seems she's too preoccupied. too tainted to think straight.

but like he said, he'll make sure to fix that. he has two months to get everything back to the way they were. and maybe even a little better.

he's waited years for your friendship with him to blossom into something more but it seems nothing will happen without him egging a few things on first.

he spends the entire night tossing and turning, nightmares of the party before repeating in his head over and over again.

if it was anything else, he thinks he would've been able to let it go after taking a few precautions. but this isn't anything else. this is big and it only spirals the blotchy jealously he's tried hard to keep under wraps over the years, threatening to invade his thoughts with vile images.

he's awake long enough to hear the front door opening at three in the morning. immediately getting up and walking towards his slightly open door, knowing it's you. historia and his mother are sound asleep and besides his father who's rarely home due to work, you're the only one left with a key.

he made sure to pressure historia into getting you one as soon as possible the second he found out you were spending the summer with them. groaning fills the silence of the house followed by you stumbling up the stairs. he expects to hear you go into the guest room you're staying in or historia's bedroom but the bathroom door opens instead.

a few minutes passes before he hears you groaning again, this time louder and his feet inch towards the hallway, wanting nothing more than to go to you. but then that angry feeling rises again and an acidic taste resides on his tongue. he doesn't want to be angry at you, he's never been angry at you. he should be furious with eren only. the way he took advantage of your kindness and obliviousness isn't right. if you were sober, you never would've gone for him.

he sighs heavily, walking towards the bathroom door. you're slouched over the toilet, gagging into it and he races over. the concern is etched on his face as his hand rests on your back, startling you. you turn your head, movements sluggish. "armin?"

he didn't even have the decency to walk you inside? make sure you got into bed properly? fucking asshole.

"you okay?" he asks. it's the most you two have spoken to each other all summer.

"y-yeah." you wipe your lips. "sleepy." you murmur.

he gets up, putting his arm around your waist as he helps you stand. "rinse your mouth." he mutters and you obey, going to the sink to put some water in your mouth and spitting it out. "let's get you to bed."

you two stumble out of the bathroom, he makes sure to keep his hands around your waist. his chest constricting with want as he gets to feel you, it's been ages since you two have touched each other. he eyes your bedroom door, that's where he originally wanted to take you but he can't help but think back to that party. at how eren got to experience everything he wasn't able to. then he sees the bruises on your neck, he grits his teeth so hard he's sure they're going to chip any second.

no. he deserves this little thing. it's not like he's going to do anything inappropriate, he's not like that jackass who decided he deserved to touch you like that. he just wants to be near you. it's been awhile, too long. and it's not like you two haven't slept in the same bed before.

that's what he tells himself as he guides the both of you towards his own bedroom, slowly placing you on the bedsheets to which you immediately snuggle into. he eyes flicker towards the closet door, contemplating whether to take out a random t-shirt and place you in it but you'd just be waking up with questions he wouldn't be able to answer. the armin everyone knows can't even look at a girl without blushing, let alone undress her.

so he opts for just laying down besides you on the sheets, he can explain this if you wake up confused. that you just drunkly stumbled in his room and laid down next to him. he turns his head, captivated by every rise and fall of your chest. your eyelashes fluttering as you snuggle deeper into the pillow, letting out incoherent whimpers.

his fingers slowly trace your cheek, chest burning badly with want. all he wants to do is touch, touch, touch. you just look so beautiful, so serene. and he can't help brush a thumb over your bottom lip. the same lips that were moaning out eren's just a few hours ago. that dark feeling is back and he can't help but press his finger down on your lip harshly, you let out a tiny whine but keep your eyes closed, too sleepy to really comprehend what's going on.

what's so special about him? he doesn't get it. eren's a meathead. he isn't fit to take care of you, to cater to your every need and make sure you never have to want for anything. to be ready to do whatever is necessary to keep you happy, even if it means hurting those you don't realize are harming you.

he leans forward, lips ghosting over yours but never touching. no, he wants you to be awake and alert for when your lips finally meet. so you can see no one else in this world but him deserves you. but fuck, he wants to kiss you. your lips look so soft, so addicting, like they were made for him. and they were. every inch of your body was created for him just like his was for you.

he needs to make this right, make you see what was standing in front of you all long. he could punch himself for not realizing he needed to act on this sooner.

but he will now. he'll make sure to fix everything.

armin wakes up before you, not wanting to be in the room when you finally snapped out of your slumber. fortunately, you don't stay asleep too long, waking up only thirty minutes after.

he's already made breakfast by then, blueberry pancakes just the way you like them. you step into the kitchen and he almost drops the glass of orange juice he's holding. you're dressed in his oversized hoodie with some shorts, it practically engulfs your frame as you awkwardly sit on a stool.

you're wearing his clothes.

his clothes are touching your skin right now. making contact with your chest, stomach and breasts. he gulps, placing the glass down. "m-morning."

"morning..." you trail off, slowly drumming your fingers on the counter. "pancakes?"

he quickly pushes a plate towards you, he shamelessly designed it like it held a five course meal instead of simple pancakes but you seem to appreciate it as you gasp. "this looks amazing."

"did you sleep well?" he deliberately asks that question just to see you squirm.

you tense up, picking up the fork as you jab the pancakes. "yeah...uh sorry i was in your room and...bed. must've stumbled in there last night."

"it's fine." he smiles. "i slept on the couch, no worries." the lie flows out as if he didn't spend the last few hours cuddling you like you were going to run away any second.

"oh."

"what?"

"nothing." you shake your head, chewing.

"no really, what?" he presses, leaning on the counter towards you.

"well...i mean i wouldn't have a trouble if you slept in the same bed, it's not like we haven't done it before."

"that was a long time ago." he says but the fact you remembered fills him up with glee. so your mind hasn't been completely infiltrated with his so called best friend, you still think of armin.

"yeah but we were really close before...you know. i'm sure—"

"before what?" he asks, forcing the confusion to appear on his face even though he knows exactly what you're talking about.

you fidget, "before you started to distance yourself." you sigh, perhaps growing a bit agitated under his intense gaze.

"hmm." he hums. "well, studies and all that, you know how it is. but i'm sure you found plenty of people to fill in that hole i left behind."

you raise an eyebrow, "well...i wouldn't—"

"did you miss me, though y/n?" he places his hand under his chin, staring at you. "you walked into my room like it was second nature, snuggled right into my bed like it was home. it was pretty cute."

you nibble on your bottom lip, "i'm sorry about that. gosh, that's so embarrassing."

"answer the question." he urges, tone being a little bit more stern then he intended.

your eyes widen for a moment, "yeah—uh i missed you. didn't you miss me?" you ask shyly.

a far contrast from the moans that were leaving your lips last night. "of course i missed you." he nods. "you, me and historia were such a tight nip group back then. but then college came around and things changed. we changed, didn't we?"

"yeah, i guess."

"you never used to go to parties before and now look at you, stumbling in at three am like some drunkard. makes me wonder what else you've been up to." he continues nonchalantly, plucking a berry into his mouth.

you lick your lips, hands clenching around the fork. a few seconds pass by before you let out a laugh meant to lighten the mood, "i almost forgot how intense you can be, geez lighten up armin. your stare is practically boring into me." you play with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to hide your discomfort.

discomfort. he doesn't want you to feel that around him. he'll have to change that, make you see his behavior is only intended to help you. protect you from the evils in the world because you're simply too native to notice them. "and i didn't even wanna go to that party in the first place. i suggested star gazing but historia called it dumb."

"of course she did, her idea of a good time is getting so drunk she could faint." he rolls his eyes. "anyways. speaking of change, did you talk to eren last night?"

you almost choke on the pancake, quickly putting the fork down so you can grab the glass of water and gulp it down. "n-no! why would i speak to eren? i barely know the guy."

you've always been a bad liar—always overexaggerating everything.

"just wondering. i haven't been able to get a hold of him. mikasa wants to speak to him."

"mikasa? why?" that certainly piques your curiosity.

"well, they are best friends and he left campus without telling her where he was going apparently. she's at her hometown with her parents and is worried sick."

"can’t you be the messenger or something?”

he clicks his tongue, walking over and sitting next to you. "i'm not sure this message can be passed down through me." he smiles, making sure your thighs are touching.

"why not?" you ask timidly, as if afraid for his answer.

"well, i'm sure you know about how...special their relationship is. right before we left for break, eren told me he was planning on confessing his feelings for her when we got back and then she just texted me saying—"

"what?" your lips form into a frown, doe eyes filled with confusion. it's so cute. so naive and cute. "eren likes her?"

"of course he likes her silly, everyone knows those two are head over heels for each other. practically in a relationship already. it'll be so cute when we get back to campus and see them finally get together, don't you think so? their bond is truly something remarkable."

you stay silent, eyes staring down at your pancakes. do you actually like him? armin refrains from a scoff, how could you be so dumb to fall for someone like eren? "what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"f-fine."

he nods, hand going to touch the syrup in the corner of your lips. you look surprised for a second as his tongue darts out to lick his finger. "we'll be spending two whole months in this house together." he changes the subject, having accomplished what he wanted to do. he doubts the eren situation is over yet but he has all the time to permanently destroy it. and he will.

"don't we think we should rekindle the friendship? it's gonna be awkward if we continue ignoring each other."

"you're the one who ignored me." you murmur.

"i wanna fix that, i'm sorry y/n. i'm sure we can go back to where we left off, hmm?" he lean down so your faces are closer together, your eyes widening at that the movement. "would you like that?"

it looks like you're nodding before you can even register what he's saying. you've always been like that. so compliant. it used to be adorable but now all he can think about is how eren used that submissiveness and naivety to sink his claws into you. no one can be trusted around you. only armin.

"y—yeah." you smile, sullen mood from the news he just delivered temporarily gone. "i've missed you a lot."

"i've missed you too."

"what's this?" you ask as you walk into the living room a few hours later, granola bar in hand. still wearing his hoodie.

"a fort?"

"i can see it's a fort, but why?" you walk over to the sofa, plopping down on it.

"we used to make these all the time in high school, and since we're going to be friends again. don't you think—"

"so a fort?" you hum. "you usually hated when we made these, always calling it childish."

"well..." he steps towards the coffee table, picking up the miniature planetarium he stashed in his closet a few years ago. "you said you wanted to go stargazing so—"

"so you brought the stars to me?" your tone isn't mocking but you do chuckle a bit. "i don't know if that's sweet or just—"

"i think it's sweet." he grins, walking towards you. "so what do you think?" he gestures towards the fort. he didn't spent the last fifteen minutes moving furniture and gathering almost all pillows, sheets and cushions in the house for this for you to reject his offer. he needs to see you with that look in your eyes, looking at the stars with admiration. he misses it. the last sight in his mind is of you at that party, eyes gleamed over with lust and that hammered look. it plays over and over again and he's sick of it.

"sure." you beam, not waiting for him to make the first move as you crawl into the fort. the sanctuary he made for just the two of you.

he goes in after you, thighs touching yours as you sit next to each other. he made the insides small on purpose, just so he could feel you. he turns the projector on and you both watch as the speckles of light start to form on the sheets.

"whoa." you mutter to yourself, entrapped by the glowing of the luminescent blues and purples. "you really did all this for me?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"wouldn't be the first time i went all out for you." he moves closer to you, breathing fanning on your face. "i'd do anything for you y/n, i thought you knew that already."

you're his. he should do whatever it takes to care of what's his.

you stare at him, a definite picture of of purity with those big mesmerizing eyes. your mouth gapes open trying to come up with a response but nothing comes out. armin watches a bead of sweat trail down your forehead, it's almost scorching in here. he knows it would've happen in this summer heat so he slowly picks up the mini electric. "hot?"

"w-what about you?" you ask, visibly swallowing a lump in your throat.

he hesitates. c'mon armin. just be a man. so he wraps his hand around your waist and you recoil in surprise as he brings you into his lap so the fan is on both of your bodies. you place your hand on his thighs, squirming to get into a comfortable position. "a-armin..." you laugh, it's awkward. you're trying to ease the tension but he doesn't want that, he just wants to be near you, consequences be damned.

he's usually smarter than this. smarter than acting before he thinks but that night won’t stop haunting him so he smiles as he leans his chin on your shoulder. "what? am i making you uncomfortable?"

"w—well no but...it's just very sudden. you were acting as if i didn't exist just a few days ago and you're now—"

"i just wanted to touch you y/n. it's been years without your touch." he whispers, resisting the urge to nibble on your earlobe. "didn't you miss me? miss my touches?" he asks innocently, wrapping both his hands around your waist to pull you closer. your back is flushed against his chest, ass directly on his crotch and it takes a lot of will power not to get a hard on.

"i did." you nod eagerly. "of course i did."

"so let me treat you for all those times i missed."

"okay." you say, seemingly without thinking.

"wanna get some barbecue tomorrow ?"

"i have to meet my parents. y'know, getting yelled at for my major. the usual."

he frowns. "they're still mad about that? you should talk to them."

"you know they never listen to me." you squirm again on his lap but abruptly stops as you realize where exactly you're sitting. "it's fine, i barely talk to them anyways. i'm sure they'll finally get over it once i graduate."

he should comfort you, say something along the lines of they'll come around or don't worry but instead what comes out is none of those. "you don't need them." he rustles against you. "i'll always support you y/n. like i always have"

even if you weren't aware, he was mostly always in the shadows and making sure you got everything you wanted. "well, they are my parents."

"they've never cared enough to listen to you, to see you." his tone changes, voice low now as more sweat beads down his forehead. "none of them have, have they?"

"i—i...i'm sure—"

"historia doesn't see you? does she? she says she's your best friend but she treats you like a lackey y/n. isn't that infuriating?"

you scoff, "that's not true." you go to get off his lap but he tightens his hold on you. he just needs to say this.

"is that why she rejected your offer of stargazing? why she always made fun of your outfit choices back in high school? she was always jealous of you, don't you see that? you're better than that, better than all of them." every single one.

he wishes he could see your face but he settles for this, just for this simple touch. "i don't know what you want me to say to that, armin." you breath out.

"i want you to see your worth, y/n. you deserve better than all of this. don't you think so? you deserve the world." he can't help himself as he leans into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

you're not creeped out, or at least you're not attempting to get up anymore. "and what, you can give me that? is that what you're saying?"

he wasn't meant to have this type of conversation right now, it was just supposed to be a nice evening of laying down in this fort. but he saw an opportunity and why not take it?

"you know i can." he answers. "you know i'd do anything for you."

you turn your head slightly, looking at him. "really?" you question. "anything?" you sound intrigued and he swears you're leaning in, it's not his imagination right? you really are.

but before your lips can even brush against each other, historia's screeching voice booms in the living room. "y/n! it's time to get ready."

you quickly get off, almost throwing yourself to the ground as you scoff awkwardly. as if being knocked out of a trance. you don't even spare armin a glance as you crawl out.

get ready for what?

"another party?" armin leans on the doorway frame, watching his sister apply her makeup. "you two went to one just last night—and halloween themed? it's the middle of summer."

"that's what makes it fun!" she smiles, putting the blush down and standing up. she decided to go as a cat. or at least, he thinks it's a cat. drawn on whiskers with an ear headset, a damn tail, short dress with long fishnets.

she looks like a whore. she's been acting like a whore ever since summer started and he realizes maybe that's why you’re acting so different. you live near each other in the dorms and historia must be rubbing off of you.

he tries and keeps his outrage down as historia gets up, walking towards the door. "we'll be back at twelve...hopefully."

"no, you'll be back at twelve." he grits his teeth. "you'll get drunk like an idiot dear sister, and leave y/n all alone at some strangers house. again."

she blushes, offended at the assumption. "you're the one who brought me home last night, why are you blaming it on—"

"would mother appreciate this? you dressed up like a skank and going to a party two nights in a row?"

he shouldn't be saying this. it's not in his character and it's obvious historia is completely staggered at his behavior. "she's barely home and i doubt she cares what i do at night. unlike you, i haven't made it my life to be the perfect—"

"but i care." he's walking towards her before he can stop himself. "i care about the way you're treating y/n. dragging her to parties, getting her drunk so assholes can take advantage then leaving her high and dry. you're a bad influence, dear sister and it's truly annoying seeing you trying to turn her into some gross replica of you. she's not like that, she's not tainted like you. she's pure and i won't let—"

"you're hurting me jackass!" she whimpers and it's only then armin realizes he's seized her wrist, digging his nails into the skin.

he quickly lets go, clearing his throat. "sorry, just stressed from school."

the annoyance is clear in her eyes along with the rage but armin notices something else...a hint of fear? he scared her? fucking great. watch as she goes and rants to mother about her asshole of an older brother resulting in talks he definitely doesn't want to have.

"if you're so worried about y/n, come to the party like you did last night. keep an eye on your precious doll." she scoffs, shoving him away so she can step out the door, rubbing at her wrist.

that's not a total bad idea. it's a perfect way to get closer to you without seeming like a total creep plus he can keep eren and his greedy claws away. he quickly walks towards your door, knocking once before you're opening. his mouth nearly gapes open at the sight of you, how is it always possible for him to be blown away by your beauty every time he sees you? you're dressed in a short white dress, wearing a halo headset with wings.

an angel? fitting. very very fitting.

"you like it?" you grab the ends of the dress, showing it off. he notices you try very hard to not look at him in the eyes. "couldn't decide between a bride or angel. historia wanted me to go as a sexy nurse but i didn't really have—"

"gorgeous. you look gorgeous." it flows out of his tongue so smoothly it has the both of you tensing up.

"really?" you quirk an eyebrow, clearing your throat and finally looking at him. it feels so damn awkward—at least to you but you try to act normal nonetheless. "i expected a swarm of insults, you hate things like that."

"do i think having a halloween themed party in the middle of summer is completely and utterly idiotic? yes. but it doesn't deter from your blinding beauty."

a shy smile gathers on your face, "uh...thanks."

"ready to go? i'm driving.”

your eyes widen, "you? going to a party twice in a row? going to a party at all? are you okay?" your hand is quickly going to touch his forehead before he can comprehend what's going on. his cheeks immediately blaze red, taking a quick step back.

you take your hand away, letting out an uneasy laugh. "it's just a tough armin, not like i was going to stab you or something."

"i know—"

"you say you want our friendship back but you act like this...it's weird." you huff. "you've been acting weird ever since we left for college, no—you've been acting like an ass and i've let it go but this summer means a lot to me. i'm finally having fun for once in my life and i don't need you to come in and confusing me and—and what the hell was that fort—"

"i was just surprised!" he cuts off, tone more urgent than he wants it to be. "i do want us to be friends again!" he deliberately ignores the fort question.

he just wasn't prepared for the feeling of your skin against his in that moment. it’s usually him initiating the touches, not the other way around. he swallows the lump in his throat, quickly taking your hand in his. "i didn't mean to insult you. of course i want your touch, who wouldn't want it? you're—" he stops talking. stop it. stop it. he's babbling. "let's just go."

you nod, smiling again. at least you're not creeped out by his behavior.

the party is boring. it's only been an hour and he's bored out of his damn mind. other than drunk girls coming up to him and asking him what's he's supposed to be even though it's pretty freaking obvious he's not wearing a costume—the random loud shouting as someone starts taking shots is enough to drive him out of his mind.

but at least you're here.

he's made sure to keep an eye on you the second you guys got here. you've mostly been outside on the patio, drinking punch as you dance with some friends. he occasionally touches his lips, thinking of how close they were to yours in that fort. the way you looked at him was filled with...well you definitely didn't look at eren like that last night. speaking of the devil— "eren." he smiles tightly as his friend sits next to him on the sofa. "vampire?" he asks, eyeing his costume.

"is that alcohol?" he looks at the cup in armin's hand. "i need to get drunk immediately."

"it's water."

"water. of course it's water." he chuckles. "what else do i expect from mr goody two shoes?"

armin rolls his eyes, "why are you so desperate to find a way to act like even more of an idiot?" he mutters as if there aren't piles of cups around them, not to mention the cases of beer he's sure are in the fridge.

"nothing." he groans, leaning against the couch. "it's a party. getting drunk is what you're supposed to do."

"hmmm." he hums. "just thought it had to do with something else."

"like what?"

"well...i saw you and y/n the other night, getting it on."

"please never say getting it on ever again." he grins, sitting back up.

he's grinning...as if he didn't just commit a great sin against armin. didn't put his hands on armin's girl, didn't...he grits his teeth. how can he act so careless? as if he had any right to do what he did last night?

"do you like her?"

eren arches an eyebrow, looking at him. "what's it to you?"

"you don't do relationships. you hump and dump and y/n and i are very close. i don't want her becoming one of your victims."

"that's none of your business." he scoffs.

"just answer the question." his eyes bore into the others, clenching the cup in his hand to the point the liquid is overflowing onto his lap but he could care less. "cause if so, that's really pathetic. she always expresses how much of a idiot you are, it's funny really. how she had to be drunk to finally sleep with you."

"she wasn't drunk." he says through gritted teeth. "we were both a little tipsy but not drunk enough to—"

"why are you even doing this with her? she doesn't like you."

"again. it's none of your business." eren deadpans. "what's wrong with you tonight? we're both—"

"you're right." armin sighs, letting out an exaggerated laugh like he's just realized how crazy he sounds. even though he knows he’s acting perfectly sane right now, who wouldn’t be mad if they discovered what armin did? "i'm being weird, i'm just really protective of y/n. she's like family to me, you know that."

eren bites his lip, still a bit tense but nods nonetheless. "i'm not doing anything...like that with her. i genuinely wanna see where things go."

oh.

he's not sure which answer would've been better but he shakes his head okay, licking his now dry lips. "wanna get drunk on the roof? just like we used to?"

"you mean i got drunk and you sat there, silently judging me." eren corrects, anxious atmosphere from before now gone. armin likes that about him. quick to forget and never holds grudges. "but sure, i'll get the beer."

"i have to go pee, see you on the roof." he salutes before eren walks into the kitchen. his eyes instantly travel towards you, feet dragging themselves towards the patio before he can stop.

he just wants to ask if you're okay before he departs, see if you don't need any assistance. you're surrounded by people...but it's people he doesn't trust. he doesn't trust anyone with you. for good reasons. before he can walk further to tap your shoulder, he hears the conversation you're having with abby—he thinks that's her name.

she's been over for sleepovers many times. never really liked armin, that's for sure. he's heard her call him fake at least two times, saying someone can't actually be that nice or perfect. fucking abby. why is she talking to you? he should've gotten rid of her long ago, sabotaged the friendship as soon as he realized her bad influence.

"just ask him out!" he hears her squeal. "literally, what are you waiting for? he's so hot."

something tells him she's not fangirling like this over armin.

"it's just...it's gonna be awkward!" you sigh, leaning against the wall. see? you can make good choices all by yourself, it's the people around your corrupting you. warping your thoughts until they're no longer your own. "he's armin's best friend and—"

"ugh! who cares about that boring walking encyclopedia!" abby groans heavily. "eren is probably the most popular guy on campus, have you seen those abs? ask him out or i will!" she laughs and armin knows she's not joking.

"he's not...boring." you mutter. "he's actually a pretty cool guy and—"

"you're probably the only one who thinks that." she rolls her eyes.

she interrupted you again. why is she always interrupting you? and why do you never speak up on it?

"ask eren out! c'mon, who cares about what armin thinks? his head is too busy being buried in books to notice anyone else regardless." she shakes your hand frantically.

you squirm, slowly nodding. "maybe. i might. eren doesn't seem to be totally av—"

"gotta go pee." she lets go of your hand. "drank way too much beer."

"want me to go with you?"

you're so nice. why are you so nice?"

"no, it's fine. it'll only take two seconds." she smiles, walking back inside. armin already made himself scarce the second she turned around, watching her walk up the stairs.

he should just go to the roof, talk to eren...but it seems eren isn't the only one standing in the way of his relationship with you. everyone wants to jeopardize it and he's had enough. so he's walking upstairs, not second guessing himself as he makes his way to the bathroom. he's been to this mansion many times before, his mother always having dinner with the owner of it to get into their good graces.

it doesn't take long before he finds it, the hallway is empty and he can hear abby inside. giggling nonsense to herself as she pees. she's drunk. probably wouldn't even remember his face.

he's not sure what he exactly plans to do but the second the door opens, he's immediately shoving her back inside. hands going to rest against her throat and mouth. fuck, he should've thought this through but all he can see right now is blind fury. people keep trying to tear you two apart and it's fucking with his brain. makes him so furious he just wants to punch everything in sight.

abby is screeching, trying to get out of his grip but she's a petite girl. barely weighing a hundred pounds. her back is to his chest and he prays she won't recognize him by the sound of his voice but even if she did...who cares? no one would believe her anyways. so he chuckles, not bothering to mask his voice.

"why do you keep getting in my way abby?" he sighs, applying a bit more pressure to her throat to which she whimpers at. "i don't want to hurt you so let this be a warning, hmm? stay away from y/n. never talk to her again, don't even think about her. that friendship is dead as of tonight? don't you think so?"

she only whimpers louder, trying to free herself so he applies even more pressure. she's now choking, little gasps trying to come out. "you're all trying to ruin her, it's so fucking annoying. just away, okay? it's simple enough, right? i'm going to let go now, don't turn around, don't scream unless you want me to break your windpipe? do you want that, abby?"

he's not sure he even knows how to break a damn windpipe, at least not yet but she doesn't know that. she nods frantically, tears flowing down her cheeks and onto armin's fingers. "great, now run away. all the way home." he lets her go and she doesn't need to be told twice as she bolts out of the room.

well, that was easy. he refrains from laughing as he leans on the doorway. she was all bark and no fight. always insulting armin but suddenly turning into a pathetic, sniveling bitch once he actually does something in retaliation.

he's feeling confident tonight, smiling ear to ear as he walks towards an open bedroom. the balcony door is wide open and he steps out onto it. climbing onto the roof doesn't take much effort, he's been doing it with eren for years.

speaking of eren.

another problem he needs to fix.

getting eren drunk isn't a hard thing to do. it only took a few minutes on the roof before he was slurring his speech. fortunately armin got them both back down on the balcony before the other could gravely injure himself.

injuring his best friend badly isn't on his to do list. at least physically. eren grips his forearm as armin lays him down on a random chair, the summer air causing eren's hair to flow around.

he understands why y/n is so smitten, he guesses. he's a pretty good looking guy. but so is armin. isn't he? he got rid of that haircut he would always get teased for, went to the gym a few nights and developed actual abs, don’t girls love abs...so why him? is it because he's popular? maybe cause he didn't wait eons to make a move like armin is currently doing.

whatever.

soon enough, he's going to be out of the equation.

eren's too inebriated to even realize where he is. this won't be hard, not one bit. "eren." armin sings. "i dare you to punch that railing." he leans against said railing, watching eren's sluggish movements as he stands up.

he's a jock, they love stupid dares. especially when they're drunk. eren scoffs in disbelief, offended armin even had to dare him. like he would've done it regardless. "easy."

"you sure you won't hurt yourself?" at least too badly.

he rolls his eyes and before armin can blink, his knuckles are slamming into the railing. he actually did it. why are jocks so easy? "that was so weak." armin challenges. "lame."

eren punches it again without saying anything, then again and again and armin has to hold him back and push him back on the chair before he's breaking his own bones. he examines his knuckles, bruised and bloodied. just like he wanted them. "h..how was that? cool right?" he slurs, smiling happily to himself.

admin nods, "very cool. now go to sleep." he hums lightly, patting the others head again until he's snuggling into the chair.

armin waits a few minutes until he's sure eren's finally sleeping. he walks towards the wall, letting out a few puffs to brace himself. he's doing all this for you. it'll be fine. he can do it.

he doesn't allow himself to think twice before he's slamming his forehead into the wall. fuck. fuck that hurts. but he can do it. it's for y/n. it's for their relationship. he can do it. so he does it again, and again until blood is dripping down his face.

fucking hell, it hurts.

he winces as he takes out his phone, wiping the blood on the wall with the sleeve of his sweater. he dials your number and you answer on the first ring. so perfect. so damn perfect.

"hey! where'd you disappear to?" your chirpy voice says on the other line.

"y/n." he makes sure to add emphasis on his voice, "c-can you come upstairs to the balcony? second bedroom on your right."

"uh...sure. are you okay?"

he decides to hang up at that, you're coming so there's no reason to continue talking. dots start to form in his eyes, he should've expected that. slamming your head repeatedly onto a wall will do that to someone.

you arrive not twenty seconds later, hurrying up into the room and gasping once you see the sight of him. "oh my gosh!" you rush over, placing a hand on his shoulder as your examine his face. "what ha—" it's then that you notice a sleeping eren in the seat next to you two.

and normally you wouldn't even jump to such a conclusion but with the way eren's knuckle is bruised...armin left little to be assumed. "don't tell me..." you trail off, eyes widening with disbelief as you look between the two of them.

"it's fine." armin breaths out, squinting his eyes shut at the pain. "he—he must've gotten too drunk and—it's fine."

"it's not fine!" you exclaim. "he...oh gosh why would he do that?"

he stands up from the seat he's been leaning against. "he was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight. it's my fault for mentioning mikasa knowing how—"

"mikasa?" your voice is so meek it has him finally looking at you. you look hurt, like a wounded little deer and although it pains him—he's only doing this to help you. you'll see it soon enough.

"yeah, all i did was mention how if he doesn't hurry and man up, she'll be swept away by some other guy on campus. you know how mikasa is, everyone loves her and i guess he got too mad. my fault for messing with true love." he chuckles, trying to lighten to the atmosphere. "sorry, that last part was cheesy but truly i'm—are you okay?"

your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth anxiously, slight tears forming in your eyes. "f-fine."

"are my injuries really making you cry? wow, didn't know you cared so much."

he tries not to think about the fact you're actually crying over eren. fucking eren.

you let out a forced laugh, "y-yeah." you sniff. "let's get you home. him too."

"is he usually so...violent?" you ask once you two are in the car, driving eren home. "and don't you need stitches for that or something?"

"not usually so violent. i only see him get so worked up when it's something he's truly passionate about."

"...right."

"and for the stitches part? i don't think so." at least he hopes not.

you nod.

"he's my best friend, i'm not sure he didn't mean to do it."

"he still hurt you though, that's messed up." you look at him, frown visible on your face. "your face is too adorable to get a fist punched into it."

"adorable?" he gasps, making a turn. "i'm hot. i'd like to think i stopped being adorable right when i entered college."

you laugh, "yeah. i guess."

"you guess what?" he asks, teasing smile on his face.

you smile, "you're...hot. there? did i boost your ego enough?"

"you have no idea, angel."

you're taken back by the pet-name but then realize it probably has to do with your outfit as you lean back onto the chair, staring at the passing houses.

eren's cozy in his bed a couple minutes later, snuggling into the pillows. "wonder what he's gonna feel when he wakes up knowing he beat the crap out of his best friend." you murmur, watching him on the bed.

"he did not beat the crap out of me!" armin scoffs, defensively. you giggle, "those bruises look pretty serious to me."

"doesn't mean he beat the crap out of me! it's just harmless bruises."

"sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

he walks closer to you, "he really didn't. unless you haven't noticed, i've grown from that scrawny boy a years back. i can handle a fight."

"yeah, i've noticed but eren goes to the gym like a million times a day—"

"but did eren take a year of marital arts?" he counters.

"the dude is built like a bodybuilder, i doubt he needs marital arts."

"that's where you're wrong, dear y/n. brains win over brawn anytime."

"except for tonight." you say, mischievous glint in your eyes.

he blows air out through his lips in disbelief and it's only when he sees you squint at the movement that he realizes how close they are together. so close that all he needs to do is lean in a few inches and your lips are touching. should he? you're watching him intensely, like you also want to know what his next move is.

do you want him to? he doesn't know. he planned much more experiences to get you to realize he's the one for you. he doesn't want your first kiss with him to be in eren's bedroom, of all places. but maybe a petty part of him does want that. a way of getting back at eren for what he did. for almost taking you away from armin.

your eyes flicker up, staring at him before flicking back down to his lips. it seems you want to make the first move as your lips brush against his and armin has to will himself to not fall down because his knees feel like they're going to give out any second. holy...is this really happening? he's been waiting for this his entire life. for you to finally...fuck, your fingers idly play with the buttons of his shirt before you're deepening the kiss.

he doesn't know why but he pulls away, "why should i kiss you y/n?" he asks, voice teasing yet stern at the same time.

your body heats up from embarrassment, "i—don't you like me? the fort—"

"do i like you?" he could almost scoff at the stupid question. "do you like me?"

you look up at him, stumbling for words to say to that. you look like he's just asked you to commit murder, biting harshly on your bottom lip before breathing out. "y-yes." your voice is so timid. "i've always liked you."

oh?

oh.

"and yet you were under eren like a whore the entire night." he's not sure why he allowed that to come out but he did. you inhale sharply, quickly shaking your head. "n—no. i—"

"what? it's not like you two tried to hide it. with the way you were giggling, the way you were moaning his name."

"you saw that?"

"of course i did. how can i kiss you when you've been with eren? moaning his name, crying for him to go deeper. do you you think you deserve my kiss, y/n?" he keeps his face impassive but he's filled with glee on the inside. at the humiliation on your face, the guilt.

"i-i'm sorry!" you stammer. "i s-slept with him and i...i admit i do like him but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way an—"

"so what? i'm just a second resort?"

"no!" you quickly deny. "i've liked you for so long, armin but you've made it clear you didn't want this friendship to continue. and after this morning...and tonight i don't want to let more years pass by before i confess my feelings a—i'm sorry for what i did with eren—i really...i'm sorry." your eyelashes have tears on them, fingers digging into his shirt as you try not to full on break down.

it's so adorable. you've always been a crybaby. "i probably don't deserve it but...please...please kiss me." your bottom lip trembles.

"well go on, kiss me." he wanted to tease more, have you grovel and beg but how can he? when you're looking so desperate for just one kiss.

have you really? always liked him? has he been so blind to not notice? fucking idiot. so you have always been on the right track, you've always known what you wanted. it's others who stopped you from achieving what you truly wanted. others and armin's stupid decisions.

he allows you to lean in, your nails almost digging into his cheeks as you kiss him. he instantly wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you tilt your head to the side to get a better angle, and just as your tongues meet, armin pulls out again which elicits a whimper from you. "what..."

he grabs your jaw harshly, fingertips digging into the sides as he forces you to open your mouth. you look so pretty like this for him. dressed in white with a damn halo over your head as you look at him with that expression on your face. eyes just begging for you to be fucked. he doesn't think as he spits in your mouth and you whimper but don't protest.

he lets go and you swallow without a second thought, eyes focused on him. he can see why eren was so rough that night, you're just asking for it. "you let him fuck you, y/n. let him touch you."

should he even be acting so possessive right now? he should save that for later, when he's wired the fact you belong to him and only him into your brain. but that look in your eyes...it seems you already know. and his cock twitches at the possibility. do you? do you already know who you belong to y/n?

he drags you back until your back bumps against the dresser, his hand grabs your cunt which is practically aching for him already. "you let him touch this. this which belongs to me." he says into your ear and you whimper, clenching his shirt.

"s—sorry, p—lease please i'm so—nngh!" armin pinches your clit, mercilessly digging his fingers into the sensitive bud.

"who does this belong to?"

slick is already forming, coating his fingers. tears gather in your eyes, "y-you."

it's like fireworks went off inside of him, like he's finally seeing the light after years and years of pining. you do know. you know that every inch of you belongs to him, that you weren't made for anyone else. you were made for him. only him.

you shiver as his lips plant soft kisses on your chest, his hand gripping your hip. those hips he's always had too many fantasies about to count. he bites down, wanting everyone to see his marks on you. to see who you belong to. his teeth nip on your chest, jaw, chin, neck—anywhere he can leave marks.

he just wants to make you feel good, so good you forget about all your other past partners. he roughly turns you around so you can see yourself in the mirror behind you, your hands lean on the dresser, a dazed look already in your eyes. "you don't care that he's here?" armin whispers.

you shake your head, "i don't. please armin, fuck me."

you let out a wonderful moan as he pulls your dress up, ripping your panties and throwing them on the ground. he dives a finger inside of your needy cunt, "fuck!" you whimper.

"does it hurt?" he mocks. he doubts it does. not with the way you're trembling with pleasure under his touch. "i'm sorry angel but you don't deserve lube. not after everything you put me through me."

you nod helplessly, not even disagreeing with his words. "i'm so sorry." tears fall down your cheeks, eyes looking back into his through the mirror.

you're so weak for his touch and it's so gratifying. it's all he's ever wanted. "you're so pretty, so tight just for me." he inserts another finger, curling them until your legs start shaking under your own weight. he holds you up, teeth grazing your neck and peppering kisses on your back.

it's so hot. everything feels so hot as the moans travel out of your lips, the sound of his fingers inside of you followed by your high pitched whining. it's almost too much. eren is right there and although he's not waking up anytime soon, it's just...fuck. it takes another finger before you're spilling onto his hand, guttural moan escaping your lips as you almost fall down.

he smiles in ecstasy, bringing his fingers to his lips and shamelessly licking every single white spot he finds on them. why would he be ashamed? he's been waiting for this his entire life. this is all he could ever ask for. "it tastes just like candy." he grins near your ear.

you shiver, "please...please fuck me."

he doesn't allow himself any more stalling, he's gonna have the rest of your lives together to taste and tease you. right now, all he wants to do is sink into that tight heat. so he does. and you both moan at the feeling. it's so hot, taking it in like armin's cock was always meant to be there. and it was, wasn't it?

"fuck..." he grips your hips, starting to thrust up. the arousal eating him up.

"so—big." you choke out as he starts to fill you up all the way. "feels so good..." you grip his cock so perfectly. everything you do is so perfect.

he starts to thrust harder once you've adjusted, not sparing any time as he pounds into you. the items on the dresser start to shake, moving around but none of you care enough. skin slaps against skin, his fingers clench your hips while yours dig into the dresser. he grins at the way your mouth falls open, tongue lolling around as you're helpless to way he's drilling into you.

you love this. it's so evident on your face. you love the fact it's armin behind you, the fact it's him inside of you right now. you didn't even ask for a condom...fuck how perfect would that be? you filled up with his babies. he could almost cum just at the thought.

but he doesn't. instead he increases his pace, fucking you eagerly. "wanted this for so long. fuck, you're so tight. feels so good. you're so perfect. so so perfect."

you let out a wet sob, whether at his actions or words—he doesn't know but he relishes the sound. "you like that y/n? being pounded into like you're nothing? while the guy you claim to like sleeps not even five feet away? it's pathetic." he chuckles.

and he's not usually so mean. he won't be during your other sexual activities. no he'll treat you like a princess, like the perfect angel you are. but right now, he's angry. and you need to know your place.

"suh—sorry." you cry out. "won't do it again. so sorry." you shake your head, grinding your ass back to meet his thrusts.

you throw your head back, mouth parted and begging for a kiss to which armin gives. your tongues meet, swirling around together as he licks into your perfect mouth. you two moan into each others mouths as armin continues his pace and—fuck he has to almost slap himself for being an idiot and not doing this sooner as he brings his hand around to cup your right breast, clenching it tightly and you moan deliciously at the contact.

he grips it as your tongue goes to lick his teeth, licking anything really. you're so needy. just as needy as him. your moans get even louder and he's thankful eren's parents are out on some business trip cause he's pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear you right now. "so—ah! so good armin. you make me feel so good." you say, voice airy. "please fill me up, please i want your cum."

he's pretty sure those exact words are the reason for the orgasm that happens not two seconds later. he grips your waist tightly, cock deep inside as he empties everything in you. you practically scream, legs shaking as armin continues to grind into you. making you feel every single inch of him. because it all belongs to you.

"so perfect." he pants, resting his sweaty forehead on your back. "so perfect."

would now be a good time to say he loves you?

you’re avoiding him.

at first he just thought you were just a bit shy considering the circumstances, you two were close friends then went through a period of barely speaking to each other for months only for him to end up fucking you in someone else’s bedroom.

so he gave you time to process all of that but it’s been two weeks...how much more time do you need? the first week he tried to stay calm but now it’s getting too much, the last time he gave you space you two didn’t speak for so long. that was his fault and he won’t make it again, he can’t go through that again. not after finally having a taste of you.

he sighs deeply, digging his fingers under the pillow and taking out the pink lace bra he took out of your drawer the other day. he just misses you too much. it feels like he can’t breath whenever you awkwardly walk out of a room once you see him, how you deliberately ignore his unwavering gaze, how you haven’t said even a single word to him.

it fills him up with anxiety and he needs to find a way to release somehow so he shamelessly acquired this piece of material. it’s not like he’s committed some crime, he just needed to find a way to be near you. to feel you again.

he wishes he could see it on you, maybe he’ll ask you to keep it on next time you two make love again. his hand was under his sweatpants the second he felt himself harden, quickly tugging on his length until he was panting into the pillow. “y/n...” he moans.

he needs you. needs to taste you, touch your soft skin and feel it under his fingertips. needs to hear your moans, see your scrunched up eyebrows and dazed out eyes as he pounds into you...fuck you’d be clawing at his shoulders just like that night. you’d be so tight as sweat drips down both of your bodies.

he grips his cock tighter, toes curled and eyes shut tight as the bra is held to his chest. if only he could live between your legs forever, feeling your tight heat and hearing your pretty little sounds. he’d never want to leave.

you’ve been gone all day, barely been around the last two weeks and he had no idea how much his schedule depended on you being near. even when he was ignoring you, most of the things he did throughout the day consisted of taking care of you. making sure you got to your classes, took your morning jokes safely, how he used to watch you study in the library and so much more. but he didn’t even know where you were now, he had your entire routine memorized back on campus. it definitely isn’t the same now that school was temporarily over.

loneliness was creeping in. he doesn’t know what to do without you. it’s not like he could study to pass the time anymore. fuck. all he needed was one more tug before he was releasing all over his hand.

that was unsatisfactory. it’s not like the real thing. masturbating does nothing anymore once he’s actually been inside of you. he groans, frustration threatening to take him apart as he gets up and walks towards the bathroom. it only takes a few minutes before he’s cleaned up and changed his clothes, ready to go to sleep.

but then he hears something.

rustling outside, right under his window. then he hears your soft voice, uttering something he can’t quite hear. he walks closer to it, thankful he left it slightly open.

what he sees...is definitely not what he expected.

his fingers unconsciously clench the window handle, almost breaking his nails in the process as he watches eren—eren walking down the lawn and into the street.

he was...he was in your room? he didn’t hear the front door open and there’s no other way for eren to have walked in unless he climbed that tree next to the two rooms. why was he in your room?

armin tastes blood in his mouth, biting down on his tongue so harshly that his teeth pierced into it. while he was in here, agonizing over your absence—you were in there with him. doing who knows what.

well, it’s pretty obvious what you were up to as he watches the pep in eren’s steps.

fucking hell.

he thought he fixed that.

are the healing bruises in his face just...fuck why are you with him? he shakes his head, trying to calm down but it’s pointless at this rate. he should’ve done more, he would’ve done more but then you suddenly came onto him that night and he thought he had won. apparently not.

playing nice is pointless. it seems you like men like eren regardless of the crappy actions they do. what’s wrong with you?

he’s walking to your bedroom in the next second, fists clenching and unclenching. what’s wrong with you? he goes to knock but then scoffs bitterly before sharply opening the door, hearing the sound of it smacking against the wall.

you’re on your bed, gasping and eyes widening at the abrupt action and sound. “armin—what—”

you’re just wearing an oversized shirt...that is definitely not his. looks like eren’s old football jersey. fucking hell. what is wrong with you, y/n?

“are you serious?” he breathes out, nails digging into the flesh of his palms. “are you fucking serious?” he takes a step forward and you anxiously scoot back on the bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask like he’s in the wrong. like he’s the one acting like a little confusing, manipulative whore.

“why are you doing this to me, y/n?” he grits out. “why?”

“doing what?” you raise your voice a bit, pursing your lips. the look in your eyes tells him you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“what’s so special about him? please tell me cause i don’t understand. why’d you go back to him even after everything he did? he doesn’t even love you—not like i do, how many times do i have to say no one loves you like i do?” he’s in front of you in a second, hands clenching your shoulders and slightly shaking you.

“y-you’re acting weird, armin.” your bottom lip starts to quiver. “you’re scaring me.”

“i’m scaring you?” he laughs. “not the man who almost beat me to a pulp? but it’s me who scares you?”

“l-like you said—he was drunk so...so he didn’t mean to! he said he apologized—”

“that’s not the point!” he yells, startling you. your eyes are widen to the point they look like they’re going to fall out but he doesn’t care. what’s wrong with you? “he’s brash, rude, inconsiderate. he could care less about you and trust me the second summer is over, he’s ditching your ass for someone else and yet you still pin after him? is that what you like y/n? do you enjoy getting walked over like a damn doormat by everyone? your parents, historia, abby and now eren? what the fuck is wrong with you?”

tears are gathering in your eyes, you bring your hands up to his and push them off of your shoulders. “you’re being mean.”

“i thought you liked that? unless it’s coming from me right? you allow everyone else to treat you like crap then come crawling to me with tears in your damn eyes when you need a safety net.” he seethes. “everyone else can be jackasses, except for me. i always need to be your perfect little armin.”

“what is your problem?” you stand up, facing him. trying to appear strong when you both know it’s all an act. you can barely stand up for yourself without crying. “you’re the one who ignored me for—”

“not this crap again. you’re the one who came onto me that night, saying you’re mine, begging me to fuck you and then you suddenly ignore me and go right back to eren even after everything.” he throws his hands up in the air.

“i like eren.” you exhale shakily, seems like those three words were the only ones you were capable of forming at the moment.

“you said you liked me too, remember? how you always liked me—”

“i was drunk that night, armin.” it’s said so nonchalantly, like it’s the actual truth but he knows better. he was watching you most of the night and you didn’t even go near a cup of alcohol.

fuck, he wants nothing more than to grip and throw you on that bed. fuck into you like the slut you apparently are and hear your soft noises. but it seems—it seems you don’t want that from him. you want that from eren. you want eren to be the big bad wolf and for armin to be your safe sanctuary whenever things get too rough.

he doesn’t want that. he wants to be your everything.

why can’t you allow that?

“so, what? you don’t want me?”

if being rough won’t work then he can try an alternative. it doesn’t matter if it makes him look pathetic, he needs you.

and the pain he’s in right now is excruciating, blurring his vision with tears. “can’t you at least try then y/n?” he walks over, hands suddenly grasping your wrists. the hold was rigid, crushing and even he was surprised at the sheer force of it. like he was trying to break something. “you can try to want me, to love me? can’t you? is it that hard? after everything i’ve done for you, you want to just leave me behind in the dust? everything i’ve done means nothing to you?”

you whimper, shaking your head no. “t—that’s not it. i just—” tears start to trail down your face, tiny sobs filling the room. “it’s not you, it’s me.”

“really? that crap line—”

“it’s the truth!” you exclaim, facing him again. “i...i don’t deserve you, armin. being with people like eren is better because even when i screw up, it won’t matter. b-but if we do get together than i’ll just mess everything up and hurt you and then i’ll lose you and i don’t wanna—i don’t want to lose you. i can’t.” you babble.

he stares at you, shock written all over his face. and disbelief, pure disbelief. that’s what you’re scared of? “the only thing that’s hurting me is you being with eren. it’s fucking kill me, y/n.” he chokes out. “and how many times do i have to tell you that i’ll never leave.”

“you left before.” you say, voice barley above a whisper. “you just left me alone to face everything and then you get mad cause of my choices—”

“i’m sorry, i regret doing that. so, so much.” he cups your cheeks, finally letting go of your wrist and it’s only then does he see the slight bruises his grip left on your wrist. fuck, why do you look so pretty with his marks?

“but that was the last time. i’m never leaving you again. i love you y/n. you’re all i need and i’m all you need, okay?” he leans his forehead against yours, taking in your everything. “okay?”

“but you can’t see the future, what if—”

“no.” he snaps, voice filled with finality. the only way he’s ever going to be apart from you is if the claws of death try to sink their way into him and even then, he’d find a way back to you. he can’t be without you. not anymore. it’s not even an option. “i won’t. i promise. okay?”

you stay silent for a minute, tears still streaming down as you sniff. “okay.” you rest your face in the crook of his neck, gripping the collar of his shirt. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, please forgive me.” you sob.

that’s exactly what you said that night and you still went and betrayed him. and yes you cleared things up. he knows it was all because of insecure, self sabotaging thoughts that pierced their way into you but what if they come back? what if you do that again? he can’t see you with eren anymore, he won’t be able to control his actions if he does. he backs away, taking your jaw into his hand and staring at you.

“you won’t do that again, will you?” he’s not asking. the tone in his voice makes it clear committing something as atrocious as that isn’t even a possibility anymore.

you nod meekly, doe eyes staring into yours with a hint of fear but this time he doesn’t care. if a bit of fear will keep you from shattering his heart again, then he hopes it sticks forever.

“i won’t.” you smile timidly.

good.

he’s inside of you not ten minutes later, chest covering your back as he fondles your breast. leaving marks anywhere he can. you’re his. and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. teeth sinking into fragile flesh with no mercy and with the way you cry out, you don’t seem to mind.

you’re yelping with every thrust, fingers clenching the sheets and his end goal is take several rounds throughout the night, pound into you until you’re non verbal. barely able to even let out tiny whimpers. he wants you so fucked out that no other cock will fill you up the way he does. and most certainly not eren’s.

he can tell he’s close, quickly flipping you around so you’re straddling him now, hands wrapping around your neck as you cry out. he smirks at the sight in front of him, purple marks covering your body, tear filled eyes and uncontrollable noises of pleasure.

so perfect.

it’s all he’s ever wanted.

he grips your waist, pistons in and out to the point you’re screaming. does historia hear that? hears you scream for him, evidence you’re his now. not theirs anymore. they can’t control you anymore, can’t taint what he loves any longer. armin’s the only one for you.

“oh—oh fuck.” you sniff through the tears, bouncing on top of him. that lace bra snug on your chest. you wore it just for him, just cause he asked.

“do you love me?” he pants, grip tightening.

you nod dumbly, without a second thought. “i do...i love you. i love you so much, armin.”

“good.” he smiles. fucking fantastic.

“you belong to me, right? you don’t need them anymore? right?” he practically begs.

you whimper, staying silent a second too long so he angles this next thrust into your sweet spot

causing you to yelp. “y-yes! i’m yours, i don’t need them.” you confirm.

“you don’t need anyone but me.”

“i don’t need anyone but you.” you whine, leaning your head onto his. “and you don’t need anyone but me, r-right?”

what kind of question is that? of course he doesn’t need anyone else. he’s never needed anyone else. if he could burn the entire world down with you two as the only survivors, he would. he wants you to himself, wants you to only have him. forever and always.

“of course.”

#armin x reader #armin x you #armin x y/n #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin smut #yandere #yandere armin #toxic relationship #manipulative #absolute menace to edit so pls ignore any mistakes unless really major 😫

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On the Track To Victory

Part 10: Nightmare

Fair warning, this one gets heavy and painful.

Cyllene stares up at the sky, expression cold and firm. The rift had reopened. It had reopened and begun spewing frenzy-inducing lightning in uncontrolled, erratic bursts.

"Rei." She tells the boy after considering the situation for a moment. "Go around town, tell anyone who has Pokemon to put them inside or in their balls until further notice. That's top priority, understood?"

Rei salutes. "Yes, ma'am. But, um…"

"Yes?" Cyllene stares him down, quirking one eyebrow.

"What happens if a frenzied wild Pokemon gets in and the security corps can't use their own?"

Damn. "That's above your concern." She says, none of her panic showing on her face. "But I will ensure that is part of the ensuing discussions. Now go! The longer we wait the more Pokemon may get hit."

Rei nods and takes off. He's a good recruit, he'd gotten better over the time since Victoria's arrival, but he was not Victoria. Nowhere close to her level of skill.

Nobody here has her level of skill. And that's the problem.

Commander Kamado approaches her from the left. "Cyllene?"

"We need to gather the security corps. They have to subdue the frenzied Pokemon before people get hurt."

"And how will they do that without using their own Pokemon!?"

"They'll have to think of something. Lure the violent ones inside where their own Pokemon can't get hit, perhaps, though that would do a lot of damage to our buildings..."

"Will balms work, do you think, Captain?" Laventon says, rushing to her side, panting. "I've been handing out Poke Balls to anyone who doesn't have one for their Pokemon. I'd say about fifteen Pokemon have been hit-- the ones that already had a Poke Ball refused to go inside them. There's three that are reacting… differently."

"Differently?" Cyllene demands as lightning strikes three feet to her back. She doesn't flinch. The others do. "Explain." She says curtly. There's no time for courtesy or politeness.

"A Chimecho who nests under Ida's eaves, one of Victoria's Sneasel that helps smash rocks in the field, and the Graveler that helps Radisa with her pickling aren't attacking anyone, they just seem to be in extreme pain." Laventon looks further distressed at the mere mention of the suffering happening.

Cyllene nods sharply. "Get them inside, too, and have someone from security keep an eye on them."

"What about calming down the others?"

"What would we make balms out of that could work on so many different Pokemon?" Kamado asks.

"I may have a solution."

Cyllene turns to find Floaro walking up with a huge basket of Jubilife Muffins. "I had the same idea as the Professor, and I made these as fast as I could. My good little Umbreon helped. We can make balms out of these-- they're a hit across the whole village!"

For the first time since the new rift opened, Cyllene feels relief. "Good thinking, Floaro." She tells him. "We might need more, but these will at least give the security corps something to try with."

"Professor, you start making balms. Floaro, gather whatever you need to make more muffins from the supply corps and get as many of them as you can find in on making them." Kamado commands. "We need to get a handle on this before it gets worse."

"We don't have Victoria to bail us out this time." Cyllene says grimly. "Is anyone dealing with her Pokemon in the pastures?"

"As soon as Marie called for them all to get back in their balls, every single one obeyed. I've never seen anything like it." Kamado says.

"We might just make it out of this alive, then." Cyllene murmurs. "I'm going to get my sword. In times like these, it's better to have the tool and not need it than to need it and have it hanging on the wall. Everyone has a task, get to it. Let's take care of this problem like professionals."

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'Time and space, space and time. They effortlessly orbit each other on every axis, and where they do touch it is small and brief.

Once upon a time, a girl walked beside a Spirit of Victory through the space of the land, and she found where space touched time and time touched space. There waited the Banished One, on the other side of a broken sky.

The ancient heroine had come far and traveled long to reach the edge of the world, where mountains split the sky like spears. The Banished One stood before her and demanded she turn back.

Instead, she took her knowledge of the world, her will to succeed, and all of the love and hope within her, and fashioned a crimson chain, with which she bound the universe together.'

"Reading old books isn't why we're here, Victoria." L̵̳͚̓̔̈̕͜͝u̸̦͗̄͛̽͜c̴͕͛a̸̟̿̏͐͠s̷̠̣̙͋ says, walking up. She glances up from the book. His face is shrouded in shadow, hidden from her by the brim of a red hat. The world around her seems to fade in and out of static, like a badly-tuned television. She feels no concern, no fear. Just a calm drowsiness across her mind.

"Maybe so. But these legends sure are interesting. I'll have to come back to C̸̢̙͍̍͗̈́͋͂͜ͅa̷̡̝̼͎̔͊n̷̘̠̰͈̋̈́̈̋̍a̷͔̍͋̽ḽ̵̛̗̖̒͂̒͝ͅạ̸̓͛v̶̢̢̛̄̾̄̽̚ê̷͖̈́̑́͠ ̵̧̛̞̼̍̽̎̔͜ͅL̷͎̜̱͒i̴̢̗̾̈́b̷̦̃͑̆́̓ŗ̴͂̍̍a̴̻͇̿͑̄̾̓͌r̴͔͖̻͙̝̣̈́͌y̴̻͚̏̑́̇̒̕͜ after we figure out what to do about G̴̥͎̜̘͆̆͛̈́́̔͜a̷͓͔̭͉̲̋l̷̹̺̊̃͐̔̕̚ͅã̶͉̮̩̆́c̴̨̬̼̼̗̈́̍́́͝t̸͇̳̂̍̕ì̷̡͍̩̜̝̦c̶̡̭̞̀̒."

"The Professor is here now, and B--"

Victoria wakes up with a painful jolt. Well, she doesn't really wake up so much as come to, her whole body aching and her eyes already open. Her vision blurs in and out.

There's snow. So much snow. The frigid wind whips through her hair, nearly sending her bandana flying. She reaches up to hold it to her head and raises herself to a low crouch amongst the rough grass she'd been lying in.

She feels strange. She feels empty and cold, like only the wind is under her skin. The sky is a solid line of gray overcast, and there's nothing but snow with patches of grass and pillars of ice.

"Where… Am I?" She asks, and the words feel strange on her lips, as though she shouldn't be able to pronounce them.

Why?

Victoria does not see anything from her crouch, so she slowly rises to her feet, a bit unsteadily.

No trees. No Pokemon.

No mountains in the distance.

Nothing but this flat plane of ice and snow and grass.

She raises a foot to walk forward and feels a yank on her pantleg that unbalances her and sends her sprawling.

She closes her eyes for the impact on reflex, and when she opens them there's red everywhere, staining the snow and grass and there's a dark shape a dozen meters away, curled on the grass.

Primal panic slams into Victoria like a truck and she gets to her feet, only to be pulled back down by that unseen force. No! She has to get to him, she has to save him, she can't-- help, she needs to get help!

The light from the stars twinkles over Lake Acuity, sending sparkles across the frozen water.

And all the ambiance is ruined by the sight of the blonde boy in the striped jacket, staining the snow a vivid red that haunts her.

"T-Tia…" The boy chokes out, reaching for her as though he can touch her from so far away. She tries to get up and simply can't but she has to, she has to get to him.

And then, Victoria comes into view, appearing beside him. This doppelganger is younger, bundled in a thick pink coat and woolen leggings, a white hat pulled down over her blonde hair to cover her ears. She kneels beside him, and Victoria can only watch.

"Barry…" The small girl whispers, but it's deafening to Victoria. Barry. His name. It was Barry. "Barry, what did she do to you?!"

He coughs, struggling to move, to try and raise his head. His clothes are torn. He's covered in slash marks, all over.

"Night Slash… she set her Skuntank on me. Tia… it hurts…"

It feels like she's getting closer, but she still can't move.

"Stay still, Barry." Her younger self says with a shaky voice. "You'll make it worse with your inability to stay put for five seconds. I, I… I'll leave Whisper here to keep you warm, and I'll go get help. You'll be okay. I promise, you'll be okay."

Lies.

"T-Tia… don't go… d-don't leave me--"

Victoria drags herself forward through the snow.

"I have to get you help." An Infernape bursts out of a Poke Ball, and the younger Victoria turns and runs.

"No!" Victoria shouts after her, panicking. "No! Don't leave him to die alone again, you idiot!"

"Tia…" Barry's voice is lost in the wind, and reality seems to twist in on itself leaving Victoria standing alone on a city street. Deathly empty and still, without even the wind blowing.

"I will make it all mine someday. Time and space… Space and time…."

She whirls to face where the words are coming from, but there is only the empty road.

"You fight with courage and passion, but those alone will not stop me from making a better world, a perfect world."

The voice is behind her. She whirls again, facing an empty room with stark tiled floor and harsh overhead lights. Still, no one is there.

"I chose you as my champion for a reason." A different voice echoes, and when she turns she's now in a cave with puddles scattered across the ground, water drip-drip-dripping from the ceiling. There is still no sign of the speaker. "When you feel, you feel with nothing less than your entire self. You do not feel happiness, you feel unbridled elation. You do not feel sadness, you feel crushing despair. And you do not feel anger. You feel hot, burning fury."

The world falls away, bit by bit at rapid speed until all that is left is Victoria, standing on a floating isle covered in red grass amid a purple sky. She walks forward, towards the edge, and a giant shadow rises from below, opening a massive maw, about to swallow her whole--

This time, when Victoria jerks awake, she falls into Emmet's arms almost immediately, small and vulnerable and actually awake this time.

Her head pounds.

"What was that?!" Elesa's voice shrieks from somewhere to her left.

"It was a Darkrai. They're banned on the Battle Subway. A mythical Pokemon that brings nightmares."

"Ingo punched it hard." Elesa says faintly, and Victoria gets enough of her wits about her to get a look at her surroundings.

A room, with a bed rather than a futon, that she had seemingly tumbled off of into Emmet's arms. There were pictures of Ingo and Emmet and Elesa on the walls-- lots of pictures of the twins as they grew. Also pictures of big… machines… that were vaguely familiar. The color scheme of the room was black and brown and white, and it was spotless.

Ingo was standing beside the bed, looking furious. "Miss Victoria, are you alright?"

"Head feels… fuzzy." She admits as Emmet sets her back on the bed. "I had… a nightmare? Darkrai?"

"Yes, although what one was doing here I did not manage to find out. I was too busy getting it away from you. You were extremely distressed."

"What… happened? I feel like I was just walking with you guys."

Ingo scrambles up onto the bed. "The new rift began spitting out lightning and causing Pokemon to go into frenzies. You were hit, but did not become violent. Emmet quickly engaged emergency protocol and ran with us to our destination while Elesa stayed behind to conduct."

"There were frenzies?!"

"It appears that the storm was thankfully temporary, and from what Elesa said, she and several other authority figures managed to ensure the Pokemon were contained and calmed."

Victoria relaxes.

"I wish I could understand this conversation." Elesa grumps.

"I'm sure Ingo is just catching Victoria up."

Ingo nods at his brother. "You fell unconscious shortly after we got here. Emmet put you in my bed and started reintroducing me to my partner Pokemon while you slept, until we heard you yowling and came in to find a Darkrai looming over you. I admit I may have lost my temper and my control-- I ran over and attacked it. It fled."

"Huh. Weird." Victoria shakes the cobwebs from her mind. "Barry."

"... Did you want a berry?" Ingo starts moving towards the satchel at the foot of the bed.

"No, Barry with an a. His name was Barry. He called me Tia… and he died alone in the snow." Victoria drops her head onto her paws, misery washing over her.

Ingo moves over to hold her. "It may have just been your nightmare--"

"No," She says hollowly. "I remember now. I wish I didn't."

Ingo has nothing to say to that.

#pokemon legends ingo #on the track to victory au #transfer error au #victoria pokemon #pokemon elesa #tw: implied murder #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: nightmares #emmet pokemon #i'm sorry Barry

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KHAAAAAAN! - YouTube

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And yes the max are kind of after our son but not to do stuff to him right now controlling the situation they say this is hilarious cuz you're not in control and everyone's messing up their plan and their money and a code and all sorts of stuff is messed up and he is a certain race they don't like and a certain giant race they don't like and they're called the nephilim although he's not the clan they still call him that and he is a certain kind and he's our kind it's like a few strikes there. In certain races they don't like and he's a mixed race of all of them and it's very sharp and they don't like that. Here's in a nutshell there after him silently and they try and bother him all the time it's very annoying and we have to stop them. We're gaining power soon we will be extremely powerful. And apparently Jen is going to train him. This is huge it's not saying this funny stuff to her so it's two mutants together and she never answers them. Till later it's completely clueless so just wait a minute someone always helps me with the answers that's you because I'm simply not going to tell you you stupid idiot. She had a good laugh today when he said that to her we heard of laughing in a room it's kind of loud. It's a nice healthy laugh and everyone said what was that and said he's asking her to check up on her. There's a few more things happening and John Riva Lord has had it he's going to get fired but my son says hiring him to do it to take one ship and everybody will try and compete without orders and stuff and they're going to try it, but using Starfleet command and that's the gig and the trick and Mike is going ahead with it and he gets it. It did a bunch of work today and our son didn't see it it's looking around since I don't see anything and see his idiots bothering me the other people are off doing jobs and monitoring them and picking them up it's a bunch of them picking them up there's a huge amount of work going on today and it's preliminary stuff and it's going to start everything off and it's going to be nice because it's so damn boring here watch something happen and they're going to get a stuff to him and the missing stuff and it's going to be better it's got a contract today and he's got the whole thing good he says and it is good now there's other stuff for doing and we're going to notify everybody now.

-we have 10 gigantic companies coming down here of ours that are newly ours and their construction companies Morrison condition is one of them floor Daniel no not Bechtel Turner construction and no not perini, and a few others that you might recognize and bar and bar is not one of them there's a few companies that are big and we have them there are others that are big that we don't truthfully but we have about 65% of the industry and we're trying to acquire the rest and we do own 95% of the equipment companies and factories and more. There are a couple more companies out west people might recognize but he can't think of it right now he went up against him a lot and bidding. They're coming down in the to do work and they're coming down to do a lot of work huge projects okay giant apartments and they won't let us do the upside down stuff and so nuts and they said we're nuts and they wouldn't let us do it with it right side up either and it's a stupid idea to form up the building so forms in the dirt and cast the roof it's like a solid very thick roof and then raise the building up using the concrete for the footers and the wall really for the wall I'm not sure if that would save time or take more time and you leave the you leave the forms in and you can attach stuff to him and somehow get the dirt out which should be able to suck out pretty quick there's two ways to do it and you can put forms on the inside and you could use a structure to hold them and we just reuse them an oil filter and using the forms on the inside as fast but not that fast use the dirt and just put forms in the dirt is extremely fast and the building would rise so we have to test it and the stupid idea works and it doesn't break the building because it forces the building up at the same time you just want your pressure it's almost effortless and it looks so damn weird you would not believe how stupid it looks with this building coming up out of the ground solid walls you just cut windows in I guess this is all you can put the pump house and it works another block outs, it pops up and some of the concrete springs out and you lock it up there on the form and it sits on the concrete for a couple days and then you fit the whole thing out the only problem is they said it's sitting on concrete that's not cured at least said no you lock it out and it's resting on a structural form and they said why the hell would you do that and it became obvious that they don't get it you're for me the building and you're raising the building using one set of forms that you don't have to move relocate or do anything else with and we got it up to eight stories and it's got eight stories below for a parking garage and we're going to use it and you can block out and have these big beans you just reuse the beans and it takes to take some part in a day while you're doing the finishes on the upstairs oil is curing even now he can't wait yeah you can you can take out most of the forms and it takes really half a day to cure so we did it and we tested it and it takes 1/3 of the time of a regular building and you have to put some bracing in and some steel in the building but it doesn't take long it comes out really well cuz it's like one piece even the foundation is kind of melded to the building and you have to put stuff in it so it comes together but that's another story so we figured out how to do it and there is nothing wrong with our son okay these things are crazy but if you make the system and you make the forms modular everything is the same size you can add and track the track to it easy enough just add another panel but really make it in 10 ft sections and you don't stress about it and somebody said they want one right now and it was actually Jason he said I could make apartments like crazy and you think it's a crappy technique when it's like very high tech.

Jason said the meeting he wants five city blocks as her son was showing him and he wants to have a viewing position and everything so they showed him where and he said here yes and we gave him the price tell him how many inhabitants it says can you have more than 80 stories but you're going to have that many below in there our son says it's not really necessary you can just add to it and we said okay you just keep pumping it up like Plato wait a minute does that make sense yes the way to get those in there so we decided something there's a way to do it you pump it up and you put the locks in but then the windows would have to be in already so you'd have to block a section structurally and how did you do that well I figured out how to do it and you just keep pumping it and putting a section in pumping it there's a way to do it and you're right so we know how to do that and it's a technique and he said no way so they go up to like 80 stories and if you wider like about half mile wide and then they go up 80 more and they go to 80 storey lifts and the wall will get thinner no and then you go to about a maximum of 300 stories which is about 4,000 ft high it's almost a mile and he liked it and we said we can build about 10 cities in about 3 days all at the same time they go up and they come out of nowhere and even considered to be like a God. They're all about maybe about a mile almost a mile and he said no s*** and he said now so over there and we're getting ready to build and we're doing it with one of our sons favorite building construction companies floor Daniel cuz they wouldn't let him in and this is going to be a huge achievement for him and us and me and Hera and Freya and several others are helping design silently it's spring Castle hardcastle obviously and Duke Nukem Blockbuster and I'm not telling him how he did the lift after the lift but he will have to find out and we know what to do with the cold joint too

Thor Freya

They're arresting tons of these people here for tons of crimes, it's the real one for tonight

Wow this is awesome we're getting a lot of movement we're getting a lot of help and we're building a lot of stuff and we're doing a lot of things and we're also getting their weirdos out of our hair and we're getting to the meat and potatoes and we're doing lots of work and I love it it's awesome I got Mac on the line so I'm going to take it

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I know what his role is he started saying when I just keep going with it and you're thinking in it anyways but he knows how to do and be our technique and it's different this is awesome it's a new way of doing up down and it's really down up if you want to think of something you can do that and you can dig down and drop it down in now because you can dig the dirt out in the middle of a huge bunker and just build the walls and the Indian Castle floor in and the roof he said why don't we do that and you can do that without doing the funky design sort of because you have the forms on the outside edge and you just drop the forms down as it drops in the same why the hell do that cast it and then drop it cast It drop It cast it drop it then they said this why would you do that in the first place so I don't know if people would see where it is I said yeah that's one problem but you could you can make a tunnel and suck it up suck the dirt out they said okay you have to have openings in somewhere like you can do it in the top so then started to say something you just keep dropping it down and what you're doing now is they support it and they build under it and when you say is you just suck it all out at the same time and it slides down so the last thing I'm thinking it comes up with one piece it can go down with one piece

There's a number of people who think he's nuts it is like building bunkers there's a way to keep the foundations normal sized and it's a way to keep the buildings going up but really we're going to say what's going on here

Frank Castle hardcastle

I said the last part but we're going to get back to it Thor Freya

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so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 2

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

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A few paranormally uneventful days passed. Seohyun hadn't exactly opened up to the group of boys that she was now able to call friends, but she was slowly getting there. It was hard not to smile when one of them cracked a silly joke, and harder not to laugh when they had a battle of wits.

She was slowly getting used to her new school. She was past the stage of being a new kid and the students in her class had stopped giving her those looks. She was unnoticed, and she loved it.

Today, like every other morning, Seohyun got ready for school, tying her hair in a half ponytail, peeking out of the window to check if she should wear her glasses or cap today. She had to hide her eyes somehow, they always betrayed her. She didn't want anyone to think she liked to stare into the space. But then she shrugged and tossed her glasses in the bag, wearing her cap as she went to the kitchen.

Her mother was a very busy woman and she liked to spend almost all her day in her office. She was rarely home even if she had a day off anyway. So Seohyun just made herself some coffee, munching on some cookies as she waited for the coffee to become cool enough to drink.

"I still don't get why you let the housemaid go," Jiwoo popped out of nowhere and twirled around the kitchen.

"Well, I didn't entirely let her 'go'. She still comes by on the weekends, you already know that."

"But still! What's wrong with having food everyday?" Jiwoo pushed her dark red hair back as she tsk-ed at Seohyun.

"For one, I wanted to learn to cook, and the food she made was always too much for just me. I always had to throw it out or give it to someone before it went bad. Mom's never home to eat anyway."

"I actually hate your mom, no offence," Jiwoo looked at her and Seohyun shook her head, "I mean, what kind of a mother is she?"

"A woman married to her work with an abnormal child, I kind of understand why she's like this," Seohyun muttered.

"Nah, you're not abnormal. You're gifted. And you don't appreciate it enough."

"No offence, unnie, but ghosts are the company I'd rather not have," Seohyun rinsed her cup and placed it on the rack, taking her school bag and locking the door.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiwoo asked.

"You're one of the better ones, but only because you had temporary amnesia before you died and you still don't know who exactly you are and why you're a ghost!" Seohyun snorted at the weirdness of all this.

"You think I'd ever be able to recall? Or just be stuck with you forever?" Jiwoo asked.

"I'd rather you try to move around and find out who you are instead of making me look like I talk to myself."

"Ah, you pain me, child. It's all because you have new friends now and don't care about me anymore. Right, catto?"

The black cat, which Seohyun hadn't noticed earlier, meowed in response.

"And, here comes the pretty one," Jiwoo grinned and Seohyun looked in her direction to find San coming their way.

"Pretty one? Seriously?" Seohyun shook her head.

"I mean, they're all pretty, but I like this kid more-"

"Hey," San gave her a smile as he meowed to the cat, who gladly jumped in San's arm when he put them forward.

"This little-" Seohyun stopped, and San laughed. "She never comes when I ask!"

"She likes me more, it seems," San rubbed her forehead and she purred, and they walked in comfortable silence to school the rest of the way.

They almost reached the gates of the school but something Seohyun saw from the corner of her eye made her stop in her tracks.

It was a ghost, yet it was something else. It wasn't someone who had died recently for sure. The man, the ghost if you could call it that, was bitter.

"You okay?" San asked, looking in the direction Seohyun was looking in. To him, it seemed she was looking at a wall.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay. Why don't you go ahead? I'll be right back. I should take her too," Seohyun picked the cat from San's hand, "We don't want her roaming around the school and getting scared, do we now?"

San raised a suspicious brow at her, but nodded as he reluctantly went in.

The man tried approaching Seohyun first, but she motioned him to follow her and went to the backside of the school, where surely there would be very few people walking by at this time.

"State your business," Seohyun said, and the man actually looked taken aback, if his eyes could display some emotion.

Truth be told, Seohyun was always scared dealing with men ghosts and older ghosts in general. Since ghosts could touch her, they were as much of a threat to her as humans. And these old ghosts, the ones with skin that looked grey, almost as if the ghost had started decomposing too, were usually not in their right mind.

"I have waited decades to find the mediator," the man's eyes gleamed rather wickedly.

"Mediator?" Seohyun asked. A rather fancy term for someone who could see the dead. "And why did you have to wait decades?"

"Let's say the mediator supposed to sort my death out met with rather... unfortunate circumstances," the man cleared his throat but his voice was still hoarse as he said, "You have to come with me."

"Well, if you waited decades, can you wait a few more hours? I have school, and please do NOT disturb me during my class," Seohyun made sure her tone was polite as she said this, but the man grunted. Before he could try anything, she muttered an awkward bye and walked swiftly to the gates, letting the cat go. She didn't realize she'd been holding the cat for comfort.

San, who had just witnessed Seohyun talking to thin air from the other side of the road, sighed loudly as he walked slowly to the gates.

San hadn't meant to follow her, but he turned around after a few steps of walking to the building, hoping to offer to come along with her, but when he saw her stop in the middle of the road and look as if she was actually talking to someone, he paused. He knew he shouldn't, but he watched her. And he did not know what to make of it.

Was Seohyun crazy? Didn't look like it. If she was, she did a damn good job at hiding it. When San finally reached class, he saw Seohyun chatting with Jongho. Perfectly normal. Or was she?

San said nothing as he sat in his spot, but he felt her tap his shoulder. He turned around and she asked, "I thought you went to class, where were you roaming around?"

San stared at her light brown orbs, coming out of the trance when she blinked. "I just wanted to walk around a bit."

He saw her frown but then she nodded and went back to chatting with Jongho. San turned back in his seat, and throughout the classes, he kept wondering if that was the reason why she covered her face or eyes.

When school ended, Seohyun said she had to go somewhere and said bye. San made an excuse too and started to follow her. He was going to see for himself, what she was gonna do.

San knew it was impolite to do this. And he knew if she found out, she'd really be angry with him, maybe never talk to him again. This was supposed to be her secret for sure. She would probably never tell any one of them. He wasn't even sure what it was.

Seohyun led him to an abandoned warehouse, and he heard her say, "Why bring me here?"

She paused for a few second, looking around as if for help, and San ducked quickly behind the boxes before she could see her. He couldn't hear her now, but he did get bits about how it was creepy of 'him' to bring her to this place without warning her, and he didn't miss how she kept looking behind her, as if she was waiting for someone to appear or just didn't want to keep doing this.

Who was this 'him'? Her imaginary friend? A ghost? San shook his head, and got on his feet when he noticed her go inside the warehouse.

San crept up behind them, and couldn't believe what he saw.

The locked door somehow unlocked, somehow the chains fell and the door magically opened wide in front of her, without Seohyun having even moved a finger.

What was happening?

Seohyun was asked to come in the warehouse and she couldn't ignore the roaring of her gut that told her something was going to go really, really wrong. She had such a strong feeling some years ago too, and she had barely gotten away from her life then.

All her nerves screamed at her to run, anywhere, just not go in. Where was Jiwoo when she needed her? Seohyun was kind of furious how she was never there for her.

Seohyun watched the old man walk in, looking around, and before she entered, she turned her head once hoping she would see Jiwoo-

Instead, she felt her heart sink as she saw none other than San, attempting to hide as their eyes met.

"Come in now, don't keep me waiting," the man grumbled, and Seohyun shouted an okay to him before she looked at San, hoping to warn him with her eyes as she put a finger to her mouth, telling him not to make a sound and motioning him to stay where he was.

Seohyun went inside, her heart slamming against her chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. San must think she's crazy or worse. Her mind made a mental list of how many ways this could go wrong.

"I used to think mediators ran in the family. But the one who was supposed to help me, he did not have any offspring. I spent so many years in ignorance, not knowing that it was completely random. Just like god picking up a needle in the haystack."

"Cut to the chase. What do you want with me and why bring me here?"

"I have forgotten why I died. And I want to move on. But I can't because I don't remember why I am still here. Someone told me there were various other ways to move on... Let's say I had to try."

As soon as Seohyun saw the growing smirk on the man, she knew it was time to run the hell away. But several bottles came flying at her, and she barely dodged them as they crashed on the wall next to her.

"You don't have to do this! It's wrong! I help dead people move on, there must be a way other than stupid violence-"

But the man waved another hand and now the boxes came flying at her. She was grabbed by the arm and pulled against someone, and she sighed in both relief and horror as she saw it was San.

"Are you stupid! You'll get hurt!" She yelled at him. He just took her hand and ran towards the shelves, hoping to hide from whatever it was that sent flying objects in the air. He almost dragged her until he was sure he was quite away from whatever it was.

"What the hell is happening?" San asked through his teeth.

"Why did you even follow me? Are you stupid?"

"Who is it?" San's grip on her wrist tightened as his eyes searched around.

"It's a ghost, San. Do you believe me?" Seohyun asked, waiting for a snide remark.

"From what I've seen? Sure," San muttered, and Seohyun wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.

"He's near. Let's move," Seohyun said, and this time, she grabbed San's hand as she led him through the various shelves that lined the warehouse, glad they weren't empty.

A blast shocked them, making them jump in the air as they realized the shelves were collapsing one by one.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Seohyun ran, San matching her pace and she ran her eyes around, finally finding a place to hide. It was a narrow passage between huge containers. Seohyun looked at her options. The man was blocking the entrance so now they could just hide and pray for help or... die. If that's the worst that was to come.

Seohyun dragged San with her to the narrow passage, both of them barely fitting in the small dark place. Now they were side to side but San's body was still half out, so Seohyun pulled him closer, until he was almost in front of him. Since the passage was so narrow and short, there wasn't much gap between them.

San was a bundle of nerves and all, his heart beating wildly. "What's going on-"

"Shh," Seohyun whispered, putting a hand on his mouth to shut him up, "I'll explain everything later, I promise."

San nodded, taking off her hand from his mouth but not leaving it. Seohyun was too busy concentrating on where the man was to notice it. He saw her wince, and she looked at San with apologetic eyes.

"If something happens to us, I'm sorry, San. I'll do my best to save you. The man-the ghost is after me. I don't know why," Seohyun sighed, and San squeezed her hand assuringly.

"I'm with you. Nothing will happen," he whispered, thinking he must sound stupid to say that. But it must have given her some sort of assurance. She put her head on San's chest, sighing again.

The two of them heard the sounds of things getting destroyed alright, Seohyun hearing the man as well, and Seohyun almost cried in relief as she heard Jiwoo whisper her name.

"I can teleport you, but what about him-"

"Either we both go, or we both stay," Seohyun said firmly. She wasn't going to leave him alone.

"Go where?" San asked. Seohyun told him her friend was here and she could help.

Jiwoo looked at Seohyun and a slow grin appeared on her face. "There is something I could try..."

"What?" Seohyun narrowed her eyes at Jiwoo.

"What if I teleport you, but you're still holding San? Would he come with us?"

"I don't know, unnie..." Seohyun trailed, but an idea stuck to her. "It's the same as when I have something with me right? A bag, a cap, something. But that's objects. What about actual humans?"

"Remember when we accidentally teleported our cat once? It was holding on to you and you had forgotten. What if this works?"

Seohyun bit her lip. It was worth a try. "If it doesn't work, promise me we'll come back to San right then."

"But your body can't handle too many teleportations-"

"Promise me," Seohyun insisted, and Jiwoo rolled her eyes as she nodded. "Hurry up, he's closer."

"San, listen to me carefully," Seohyun said. "You know what teleportation is, right?"

San wanted to ask her if now was really the time, but he said yes- from the movies, and she continued, "I'm gonna attempt to teleport you along with me. My friend is gonna do that. You have to trust me."

"No way," San muttered, sighing deeply.

"Yes, you were stupid and brave enough to follow me, so yes, we are teleporting. I've done it before, but I've never teleported someone... normal with me, so this might not work. So if I disappear, and you're here all alone, I promise you, San, that I'll be back within a minute, okay?"

"How am I supposed to make sense of all you're saying?" San's eyes were helpless.

"Just... trust me. I won't leave you alone. I promise. Now, I have to, er, hold you, so she can teleport us. Gotta make sure I take you with me..."

Seohyun heard Jiwoo snicker, and she passed her a death glare. San, tempted to roll his eyes, held her hands.

"I'm afraid I'll have to hold you tighter. You see, when we teleport, we tend to lose what we're not holding tightly..."

"Oh..." San left her hands, and Seohyun muttered 'here goes nothing' as she wrapped her arms around San's waist, surprised that it was so small.

"Hold me tightly, and no matter what, do not let me go, you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," San said as he bent down to place his chin on her shoulder and bring her closer. "This okay?"

"Yes," Seohyun realized she was holding her breath, so she said, "Take a deep breath, San."

San did so, and Jiwoo smirked a little, watching two scared children hug each other. She came forward, holding Seohyun only, and did her magic.

San felt his stomach twist and turn, saw a million colourful stars, almost got nauseous but his only comfort was Seohyun so he held her tighter and shut his eyes. He didn't open them again until he landed on hard ground, his back aching with the impact.

He opened his eyes and saw... nothing.

He wasn't sure if he was blind or not, but he looked down and saw Seohyun half on top of him, attempting to get up, and he realized he had his vision all right.

"Where the hell," Seohyun got up, "are we?"

"I guess your body could only attempt a half trip," Jiwoo said, and San instantly turned at the voice, making eye contact with the red haired girl.

"That's the ghost friend that teleported us?" San asked Seohyun.

"You can see her!?" Seohyun asked, and San looked at Jiwoo.

"I wasn't supposed to see her, was I?" He raised his brow, and Seohyun looked at Jiwoo.

"Hey, kid, nice to officially meet you," Jiwoo said, holding out a hand to him so he could stand up. San tried to take it, but his hand passed through Jiwoo's hand, and he gasped.

"I guess you can only see then," Seohyun bit her lip as she looked around. "Is this where ghosts come when they... move on?"

"That's where I come when I'm not on planet Earth," Jiwoo said, "It's like another plane, you could say, another dimension overlapping ours, except this one is for ghosts."

"What now? Should we try again?" Seohyun asked, coughing a bit.

"You should take a breather first. Your body can't handle it," Jiwoo nodded at her and Seohyun sat down on the ground, putting her head over her knees as she brought them closer, shivering a little. Jiwoo was right, something was happening to her. Like a cold coming to her.

"Is she okay?" San asked Jiwoo, and she shrugged. San ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around, finding no source of light that illuminated the area around them.

So Seohyun wasn't crazy. Somehow, though it made no sense, she could see ghosts, she could touch them. San looked at Jiwoo and opened his mouth to ask something, but then thought against it. Now was not the time.

"I know you have a lot of questions," Jiwoo commented, "Let's try to get out of here first before we have the talk."

"Has she... ever brought someone here?" San asked.

"This is the first time she came here too," Jiwoo said, "Usually when a ghost teleports her, it's quick and efficient. Much like you see in movies or books."

"We should get out of this place quick. I don't want him to come find us here," Seohyun said, getting up.

"Are you sure you're okay? Can you make it back?" Jiwoo asked.

"I have to," Seohyun said.

Jiwoo nodded, and Seohyun looked at San for permission. San came forward and they both held each other tight as Jiwoo attempted to teleport them again.

This time, they landed on soft grass, but the impact with which they did sent them rolling a bit. San's breath was knocked out of him and he coughed loudly, gasping for breath. As soon as he recovered, he looked for Seohyun-

Seohyun was bent rather awkwardly, and it looked like she wasn't moving. San and Jiwoo both rushed to her, straightening her body. Jiwoo checked if she was breathing.

"She is breathing. She must have collapsed from being tired, don't worry, it's happened before too," Jiwoo assured him.

San sighed, looking up at the sky, wondering what he had gotten himself into. He looked around, finding the place familiar.

"Is this... the park near our school?" San asked Jiwoo.

"Yes, I tried to teleport us as close to Seohyun's home as possible, but looks like we could only make it till here."

"What if someone had seen us appear out of thin air?"

Jiwoo laughed. "They'd probably run for their lives. You'd be aliens."

San smiled a little at that. That's exactly what he would have thought if he had seen Seohyun.

"So are you... Seohyun's friend?" San finally asked.

"You could say that. I'm older than her so she always calls me unnie, but I keep telling her to call me Jiwoo."

"Then I'll call you noona," San smiled, making Jiwoo grin.

"She helps ghosts move on. When someone dies and they have unfinished business that they just can't leave behind, they sometimes choose to become ghosts until they get done with that. Seohyun helps them do that."

"That must be hard..." San wondered if it was always as bad as this time.

"It is, but what happened today is not a common occurrence. The man she saw today, he's been dead for a good while and has forgotten his purpose here. I once heard the other ghosts talk about him too. Ghosts like that, you have to avoid them. They're bitter, and usually mean Seohyun harm."

"So now... I can see you, does that mean I'll be able to see other ghosts too?"

"You'll find out soon," Jiwoo said.

Seohyun woke up with a gasp, her eyes wide. Jiwoo helped her sit up, and Seohyun muttered 'water'. San quickly opened Seohyun's bag and fished out her bottle, which she drank hungrily from, some water spilling down her chin as well.

"Slow down, kid," Jiwoo patted her back. Seohyun emptied the whole bottle, wiping her chin, then felt something run down her nose.

"Nosebleed. Do you have tissues?" Jiwoo asked and Seohyun shrugged, looking upwards and holding her nose. Jiwoo searched through her bag but San took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Seohyun.

"Does this usually happen?" San asked.

"No... it's the first time," Jiwoo admitted. Seohyun nodded too. "When we accidentally teleported the cat with her, she became dehydrated, but that was it."

Seohyun wiped her nose, looking at Jiwoo and she gave her a thumbs up.

"I shouldn't have followed you..." San shook his head, "It's because of me that-"

"You shouldn't have, but I'm kind of glad you did. Jiwoo is unreliable as a ghost friend and who knows what would have happened to me if you were not there? I could have died," Seohyun said nonchalantly.

"HEY!" Jiwoo smacked her arm but Seohyun ignored her.

"But look at you-" San was cut by Seohyun putting her hand up and saying, "I need food, and I mean NOW."

A few minutes later, they were watching Seohyun hungrily gulp down noodles and fried chicken. San had stopped eating midway just to watch her eat with a speed he hadn't ever seen before.

"Are you sure you're even chewing?" He asked, and Seohyun glared at him.

"The food is not going anywhere, Seohyun, slow down," Jiwoo laughed, "seeing you eat like this is making me wish I could eat too."

"Okay, mom," Seohyun said, finally slowing down. They ate the rest of the food silently, then Seohyun decided she'd like some coffee. They decided to walk her home as she sipped on her coffee and answered San's questions.

"Have you ever told anyone?" San asked first.

"Never. My mom only knows because she's, well, my mom and it's weird when a little kid sees stuff nobody else does."

"And what has she done about this?" San wasn't sure if he should have asked this.

Seohyun sighed, "She tried to 'help' me, but then she decided avoiding me was the best way. So now she's married to her work."

"And your dad?"

"He's never been here in the first place."

"Oh..." San faltered, but saw Seohyun shrug. "You can ask me anything, San. You deserve an explanation. Don't hesitate."

"Why can you see ghosts?"

"I don't know that either," Seohyun smiled as she looked at the sky. "Born this way?"

"Would you have ever told us?" San asked. Seohyun stopped walking at that, and faced him.

"To be honest, I've never made friends, San, because of this reason. That someone would find out. They'd never believe me, they'd think I'm crazy. So I don't know if I would have told you guys, ever," Seohyun paused, "But you found out, and you witnessed everything. What do you think?"

San scratched his neck. "I think you're right. I don't think any of us would have believed you. We'd have dismissed it as a joke. But now that I did see everything... It's different now. I hope you understand that."

"You sure you don't want to, I don't know, ever talk to me and all?"

San smiled. "You think I'd abandon my friend just like that?"

Seohyun couldn't help but stare at San, his sharp eyes that grew warmer every time he smiled, how they slightly curved.

"I want you to know that if it was anyone of us, and they had seen what I had seen, they would have never abandoned you. We don't take our friendships lightly."

"That's... good to hear," Seohyun finally smiled. "Do you think they'd believe us if we tell them?"

"They'd need some convincing, but yes, they would. Do you want to tell them?"

"Not yet," Seohyun said, "When the time is right."

San nodded, and squeezed her hand. "If you're ever in danger, you tell me, okay? If you need anyone, or anything, you tell me, got it? You don't have to face this alone anymore."

Seohyun almost cried right there, but she held it back, squeezing his hand back and nodding. They walked a few minutes until she finally reached home.

"Thank you, San. For everything." Seohyun smiled at him, and this time it was a true smile. San was actually taken aback. It felt like she had truly smiled for the first time, unfiltered.

"Anytime," San managed to say, and watched her go in. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the image of Seohyun smiling, but found himself smiling too.

Meanwhile, Seohyun collapsed as soon as she entered, and she allowed herself to cry, both happy and sad tears, happy that someone finally understood her, and sad that it hadn't happen earlier. Jiwoo sat down with her, silently rubbing her back.

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Seohyun almost slept in the next day, only woken up for school when Jiwoo threw her off the bed for 'sleeping like a sloth'. She couldn't exactly blame her. Seohyun had been so tired that after crying her heart out, she'd only had the energy to change before she collapsed on her bed and slept without moving an inch.

"My whole body hurts like I did some major workout," Seohyun mumbled as she tried running towards school, but gave up. She'd just walk.

"I don't recall you having such after effects after a teleportation," Jiwoo wondered.

"When it's just me, I'm only drained a bit. Like running. But even when I took the cat accidentally, my head hurt a lot. This time it was a whole human."

"Maybe because they aren't meant to be there," Jiwoo shrugged, meowing at the cat who appeared out of nowhere as usual. "Sometimes I think you might have transferred this teleportation thing to your cat too."

"Except 'I' can't teleport. You ghosts can," Seohyun corrected. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't tried teleporting herself home from school. How cool would that have been?

Jiwoo picked the cat and quickly passed it to Seohyun so no one would witness a flying cat. Seohyun draped her over her shoulder so Jiwoo could play with her. As they were walking, they saw San standing in a corner. He waved, then joined them.

"Hi noona," he said, and Jiwoo tried poking San but her hand went through him.

"I guess you can still only see," Jiwoo shook her head, continuing to pet the cat.

"You can touch the cat? And she sees you?" San asked, curiously watching them.

"Ever since we accidentally teleported her, I can touch her. But I'm pretty sure she could see me before too. All cats can, I think."

"Interesting..."

"Were you... waiting for us or something?" Seohyun finally asked.

"I was. I couldn't sleep last night, truth be told. I kept thinking about what happened. In fact, I'm surprised I didn't freak out..."

"I'm more surprised about that," Seohyun admitted.

"Meanwhile Seohyun here slept as soon as she reached home and I had to wake her up for school too," Jiwoo flipped her hair dramatically. Seohyun scoffed at that.

"You must be very tired... Are you okay?" San asked.

Seohyun nodded, and before she could say something they heard someone calling their names. It was Wooyoung and Yeosang. They joined them, Wooyoung putting his arm over San's shoulder as he said, "You're early today. You usually come in last minute."

"I woke up early today," San said casually, his eyes darting towards Seohyun unconsciously. Yeosang noticed that, trying to stop the smile creeping on his mouth as he looked between Seohyun and San. Seohyun gave him a warning glare, one she made sure was strong enough.

As they waited for class to start, Seohyun was resting her head on the desk. She couldn't quite believe the fact that someone now knew who she was, and was not disgusted or freaked out by her. She couldn't stop wondering what the future would be like, what if this group of boys would really get her to warm up to them, and how they would react if they found out.

San turned around in his seat, a frown growing on his face as he noticed how tired she looked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just very, very tired," Seohyun sighed, lifting her head.

"What if the ghost-man comes here?" San asked.

"Oh. I'd totally forgotten about him..." Seohyun bit her lip, "Well, he knows better not to make a scene in front of people, so chances are he won't."

"Chances? That ghost was dangerous!" San hissed, "What if he does come here?"

"Jiwoo must be out on watch. She'd warn me." Seohyun said, and San looked a little relieved at that. "It's not like the ghost can hurt you, so don't worry."

San rolled his eyes. "I'm worried about you, stupid."

"Oh," Seohyun paused. "You don't have to. I'll be fine."

San tsk-ed at her, turning back in his seat. Seohyun stared at the back of his head. Yunho dragged his seat towards Seohyun as he said, "You both are getting along rather well."

"Well," Seohyun slumped back in her seat, "he keeps talking."

Yunho laughed at that, "He's been thinking of names for your cat too."

"I won't approve if I don't like it. He knows that, right?"

"I'll give a good name, don't worry," San turned back in his seat, having overheard the conversation.

"I don't have much expectations from you, to be honest," Seohyun said casually, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I think Jongho there could give a much better name. He looks like he actually uses his brain."

Yunho and San looked at each other and giggled at that. Her observation was true. Jongho was infamously known as the 'only braincell' of the group. Yunho told her that, which actually made her smile.

"See? I know how to spot the smart ones."

"Who do you think is the most dumb one out of us?" San asked, attempting to make puppy eyes so she won't pick him. Seohyun looked at each one of them slowly, then said, "I haven't talked to you all much, but Wooyoung looks like he doesn't really like to use his brain."

The pair of them laughed so loud at that, catching the rest of the boys' attention as Seohyun tried to shut them up. But they were in tears, slapping their thighs as they laughed.

"Can the both of you stop? San you're second dumbest, just so you know."

That just made them laugh harder. The boys slowly came to them, muttering how they wanted to know what was 'so funny that they were howling'.

"She thinks the smartest one of us is Jongho, and the dumbest is Wooyoung," Yunho finally explained.

Wooyoung was laughing at first until he realized and yelled "HEY!" Jongho giggled, looking satisfied.

"Your brain processing is just a bit slow, that's all. No offence," Seohyun muttered.

"I mean, she's not wrong..." Hongjoong made an impressed face.

"Where do I stand?" Mingi asked, "I'm the second smartest right?"

"From below, yes," Seohyun said, making them all laugh. They all insisted that she rank them, and then they'd tell her if she was right about this.

"I don't actually think you're dumb, okay? This is just a joke, don't take it seriously-"

"I know, we all know," Wooyoung assured her, smiling warmly, "carry on."

"...Okay," Seohyun hesitated a bit then started, "Hongjoong is smartest obviously but Jongho is quite smart too? He seems more mature. Then Yeosang or Seonghwa, San somewhere in the middle depending on how awake he is, not sure about Yunho, but Mingi and Wooyoung... well they're pretty close. Because they don't like using their brains..."

"Most of it is accurate," Hongjoong agreed, "Yunho is more lucky than smart."

"Ah.. must be nice to be god's favourite," Seohyun scoffed. "But hey, I like Mingi and Wooyoung. They make you all laugh. That's more important."

Mingi and Wooyoung clapped at that, finally approving.

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It was finally after school, when San insisted on accompanying her to her home so she would get there 'safe', that they encountered the old ghost right outside her house.

"Get behind me" San protectively pushed Seohyun behind her.

"I appreciate the gesture, San, but this won't work. Use your brain."

"Oh... Right," San scratched his head and Jiwoo, who had also been with them the entire time, stepped forward.

"We can talk this out like civil human beings and ghosts. Then you can decide if you really want to kill Seohyun."

"NOONA!" San shouted in disbelief but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Very touching, all this, but I agree, we can have a normal conversation," the old man said.

"How long have you been a ghost exactly?"

"So long that I have forgotten my purpose, girl," the ghost snickered. "I heard from some older ghosts that killing the mediator by our own hands would make us move on."

Seohyun saw San and Jiwoo both tense. "And you thought you'd check?"

The old man nodded. "The mediator before you... Some other ghost killed him. It was some sort of revenge. He was supposed to help me."

"I could help some other way, because killing me doesn't really sound like a solution to me... Like, think about it. It doesn't make sense."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that because you don't want to die yet?" The old man smirked.

"Oh please," Seohyun faked swagger, "If I had an option, I'd kill me too." San shook his head at her.

"Very well. I'll hear you out."

Seohyun explained that she knew an old shaman who helped ghosts with no purpose to move on. It took some convincing and death threats to Seohyun, but she finally made him realize that it might be his one and only option now, and that he should just 'stop being a pain and move the hell on'.

"If it turns out to be a scam, I promise I'll come for you, whether it helps me move on or not."

"Please do," Seohyun replied nonchalantly. The ghost signaled to Jiwoo and they disappeared.

San turned to see that Seohyun was now leaning against the wall, wiping sweat from her forehead as she sighed in relief. "Nice acting."

Seohyun looked at him once before drinking from her water bottle. She had noticed the disapproval in his voice. She stared at him when she was done, and he stared back for a good few seconds before he finally sighed loudly.

"How can you be so... stupid at times like these?"

"How was that stupid? I talked to him and poured sense into him. And it worked. I don't see the problem."

"Does your life mean nothing to you?" San asked.

"San, chill, it was just acting-"

"Those ghosts can touch you!" San was louder this time, making Seohyun flinch a little, "They can hurt you like any other human, hell, they can hurt you in worse ways than that! How can you be so relaxed when gambling with your life?!"

Seohyun watched as San ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, clearly holding himself back. His whole body was tense, his jaw was set and he was not having any of it.

"Are you done?" Seohyun asked, making sure it came out soft. San shook his head.

"I've been seeing ghosts my entire life. My mom took me to all sorts of people for help. You think I don't know how dangerous it is? I learned from the worst. And I'm old enough and experienced enough to know how to handle rogue ghosts like these. Trust me on that."

"I know you are, Seohyun," San admitted, "I just hate it when you talk about your life like it means nothing. Like you'd have no problem if something happened."

"Let's just say I haven't had something I'd like to live for yet," Seohyun said.

San locked eyes with her. "I'll make it change now."

"What?"

"There's so much to life. I know you haven't had the best life, but you have people you can rely on now. And I'll make sure you'll have something to live for."

"What do you live for?" Seohyun asked, curious.

San smiled. "My parents, my grandparents, my friends. And myself."

"Doesn't it... get too much? Living for all of them... must be hard. And boring."

"What's hard and boring is when I had nothing to live for," San said, "When life became repetitive, and I didn't really love anyone, including myself. But now... I have something to look forward to. And no matter if it gets hard, I'll have people to lean on. So ask yourself this, Seohyun. Is it hard living like me or is it hard living like you?"

San knew his words had crossed her, so he locked eyes with her for a second longer before he waved and left for home, leaving Seohyun wondering if she really had wasted all her life repelling people, and if it really had been a wise decision.

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