#good idea in general ya know. exercise. good for body and mind. but that won’t help me THIS WEEK

[floral-hex]

hi. I’m still alive (mostly).

still moving stuff from one apartment to the next. It sucks. Everything is a mess. I hate stairs and, for some reason, boxes of books are very heavy.

now I get why they call these the dog days of summer, because this shit is ruff 😰

[mypoisonedvine]

ok but what if the whole week y/n’s mom has been hovering over them and tagging along to their car rides. not because she suspects something but she’s just in a good mood and “want to spend time with my family” all the while she’s cockblocking them. reader finally snaps and goes to the bathroom where lee is showering or the garage where he’s working on the car and is like “i need you to fuck me” which he absolutely does, but the fact that this time around the mom can walk in at any moment not only makes them be extra careful, but it also makes it that much hotter

The three Bodeckers all had vastly different ideas on the meaning of ‘family bonding time.’

To you, it meant casual activities surrounding shared interests, like an afternoon spent fishing or a morning preparing breakfast together.  To your mother, it meant long road trips and weekend vacations and dinners without TV, radio, or newspapers to distract from each other; constant togetherness, with barely enough privacy to breathe.  To your stepfather, it meant coming up with some excuse to be alone with you so he could rail you like it was the end of the world.

A week of your mother’s idea of ‘family bonding’ had you warming up to Lee’s interpretation.

See, you’d gotten a bit spoiled by Lee’s sexual appetite, rarely ever having to get yourself off to relieve tension since he was always just around the corner and more than willing to relentlessly pleasure you.  But since Monday you’d been stuck in either the back of the patrol car or the twin bed in a motel room, which meant no time or place for either.  Not only that, but the backseat of the patrol car only brought back memories that made it harder than ever to keep your hands to yourself (or rather, off of yourself); sleeping in a small room with him just a few feet away was so tempting, despite the impossibility of anything happening with your mother sleeping beside him.  Still, you couldn’t help but fantasize about just crawling into bed and riding that thick cock, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you down, his stubble scratching your face as he whispered all kinds of filthy praise in your ear...

“Hello?  Are you listening to me?” your mother whined, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Huh?” you mumbled, sitting up from where you had been resting your head on the inside of the window.

“I said we’re about to get to our hotel for the night,” she repeated, “and tomorrow we’re going on a hike.”

“Mama, I don’t wanna hike tomorrow,” you groaned.  “I thought this vacation was supposed to be about relaxing, not exercising.”

“Walking is good for your figure,” she defended.

“We didn’t need to drive all the way out here to walk!” you announced, gesturing out as if to evoke the general environment that you were currently riding through.  “There’s plenty of walking to do at home!”

“But now we’re immersed in nature!” 

“Nature...?” you repeated, furrowing your brow in confusion.  “Mama, are you under the impression that Knockemstiff is some kind of urban environment?  We live in the fucking woods!”

Lee laughed, but stopped when his wife shot him a glare.

“I don’t like that tone or that language,” she frowned.  “I hope your attitude has improved by the morning or you might miss out on all the fun I have planned.”

You rolled your eyes but she seemed to relent, and you kicked your legs up onto the seats beside you to rest your eyes for the rest of the drive.  You were jostled from your nap some time later when the car stopped; opening your eyes, you sat up and looked out the window and the hotel in front of you.  It was actually sort of cute, in a dilapidated sort of way, but you’d seen worse so far on this nightmare of a family vacation.

Lee unloaded everyone’s bags (and by everyone’s bags, I mean your one bag, Lee’s one bag, and your mother’s six bags) while you and your mother went to the front desk to get the key.  You would’ve killed even just for those few moments alone with him, but she had a sixth sense for keeping you two apart lately; it didn’t feel so much like she wanted you away from him, though, and more like she was trying to get to know you better herself.  You weren’t sure what was motivating this sudden desire for a fun mother-daughter relationship after a lifetime of her treating you mostly like a nuisance, but the gestures of friendship were wholly unwelcome.

“Did you get all the bags, honey?” she asked Lee as she stepped back him to start unlocking the door.  He just looked exhausted as you began to giggle at the absurdity of her asking him that when he was standing among a comically-large pile of suitcases and travel bags.

“Dear god let’s hope so,” Lee grumbled, but she didn’t seem to notice as she became preoccupied with the room in front of her once the door had swung open.

“Oh, this won’t do!” she frowned.  

“It’s got a bed, doesn’t it?” Lee rolled his eyes.  “And a shower, right?  I need a shower.”

“We paid for a lakeview room, but all I can see out this window is trees!  We’re changing rooms,” she announced.

“No no, I can see the lake,” you protested, desperate to not have to do this process all over again.

“I can’t see it,” she maintained, leaning in closer to the window and squinting.

“No, look, Ma, it’s right there!  It’s behind the trees... you just have to look through the trees.”

“I can’t see through trees,” she shook her head.  “I’m going to get us a new room.”

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t change her mind.

“Can I at least take my shower first?” Lee requested.

“Sure, you shower while I go sort this out.  Darling,” she turned her attention to you, “would you look on this map and pick out a hiking trail for us to go on tomorrow?”

Your eyes widened a bit at that.  “You mean I’m staying here?”

“Unless you would rather come with me to the front desk—”

“No,” you interrupted quickly, “no, I’ll stay here and pick a trail.”

She waved as she stepped out, shutting the door behind her.  You were on Lee like white on rice, throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him aggressively.

“How long do you think she’s gonna be gone?” he mumbled against your lips as his hands roamed over your back and grabbed your ass.

“Long enough for you to fuck me,” you decided.  “Let’s get in the shower.”

“You need to pick a trail—”

You glanced at the map in your hand for a moment, picking out the first one you saw before tossing it aside.  “We’re doing the Yellow Springs trail.”

“But that says it’s expert difficulty,” Lee began to protest before being distracted but your hand reaching down and rubbing his cock through his slacks.  He was already half-hard and growing quickly in your palm.  “Fuck, you’re insatiable,” he growled.  

The two of you stumbled to the bathroom and stripped with lightning speed, hopping into the shower’s stream of water before it was even hot.  It wasn’t quite big enough for two people, but you fit just fine with him pressing you against the cold tiled wall as he fucked you.  

“Daddy,” you whimpered as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “harder, please, I need to come.”

“She could be back any minute,” he reminded you with a gravelly voice.

“Then we’d better make it quick,” you smiled.  He pushed your legs up a little higher and it made his cock push even deeper into you— so deep you nearly screamed.  His hand clamped down over your mouth as he continued, only hitting deeper and harder even as tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?  Is this what you were thinking about all day?” 

You nodded, and he growled approvingly.  

“Me too,” he grinned, “wanted to touch ya so bad I thought I’d die.  But nothin’ can keep me away from you for very long— fuck, ‘m close.”

You were close, too, but you figured he knew that with the way your walls were tightening and rippling as pangs of intense pleasure wracked your body.  The water was hot but it was nothing compared to the heat of him inside you, especially as he came, coating your walls with his thick seed and making your eyes roll back into your head.

“Fuck,” he groaned deeply, “been waitin’ so long to do that.”

He relaxed the grip of his hand on your mouth, giving you a better chance to catch your breath.  He slowly pulled out and allowed you to lower your legs, though he didn’t let you go until you were sure you wouldn’t fall over.  You moaned softly as you felt his come leak out and run down your thighs, instantly washed away by the water.

Slipping out of the shower wordlessly, you dried off and dressed with a few minutes to spare before your mother returned.  When he emerged in a towel while you felt yourself blushing uncontrollably, she explained to both of you that she couldn’t get a new room but was able to get some of her money (also known as Lee’s money) back.

“How was your shower, honey?” she asked him once she’d finished her tangent.

“Best I’ve ever had,” he answered simply.

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2020 - Day 21

We get to bring in two new characters to the mix today! I won’t say who yet, you’ll just have to read to find out. :) 

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Day 21 - Chronic Pain

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: nudity (non-sexual), foster home mention

It was a bad day. A really bad day.

He had plenty of bad days, those came nearly once a month. Those he could power through.

But this was one of those days that thankfully, didn’t show up too often. He hadn’t had one this bad in probably a year or more. Certainly not since coming to space, which he was more than grateful for. 

Curling in tighter on himself, Keith stifled a whimper with his pillow. He was pretty sure his roommates were already long gone, but he still didn’t want to risk anyone hearing him make pathetic noises. He needed to get up. It was getting late in the day, and he was still in the bed, and he was pretty sure he had a mission at some point to report for. If he didn’t get up soon, somebody was going to come looking for him, and then not only would he be in trouble, but he’d have to explain why he was curled up like a kitten with the covers pulled over his head and tear tracks staining his face. 

And he didn’t even know. All he knew was that it hurt, and it had been doing so for his entire life.

Okay. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna get up. 

Willing his right arm to move, he threw off the thin blanket. The air was cool, just like the other Blade members seemed to like it. Apparently Galra ran warmer than humans. He was generally cold at night, but didn’t want to be a bother by asking for another blanket.

Now he had to force himself out of the fetal position. He started with the left leg, stretching it out slowly, slowly. The ache grew the farther out it went, until he was turning his face over to keen into the pillow again. 

The second leg he decided to do fast, just to get it over with. Throwing it out straight, he gasped involuntarily as pain shot through it. For a moment he just lay there, letting the aches settle until they were at a semi-tolerable level, then began the equally painful process of levering himself up.

By the time he was sitting up, he was close to tears again. Breathe, he reminded himself. Keep breathing. 

All that was left was to stand up, walk to the shelf to get his suit, walk down the hall to the communal bathing room, get undressed, bathe, get dressed, walk back to his room to put his sleep clothes away, walk to the bridge, then go on a mission. 

Yeah. Sure.

Never mind that each of those individual tasks felt like the equivalent of climbing Mt. Everest. He had no choice. He was a Blade, and Blades didn’t just let a little thing like pain stop them from doing their jobs. If he couldn’t do this, if he tried to get out of going out today, then they might decide he wasn’t worthy of being one of them. They would kick him off the base, and then where would he go? 

Not back to the Castle. There was no more room for him there, not without kicking someone else more deserving out of their place. And even if he thought he could make it all the way back to Earth, there had never been anything for him there. Just an empty, lonely, rundown shack in the middle of the desert, and the only reason he had lasted so long out there the first time was the Blue Lion. She wasn’t there anymore.

Okay. Getting up. 

Standing took three times as long as it should have. Walking felt like the floor was covered in spikes, and like someone was following him around stabbing him with knives all over his legs. His back wouldn’t quite straighten all the way, at least not without adding a few more knives to the mix, so his posture resembled that of a wrinkled old man. He managed to make it all the way down the hall without running into anyone, thankfully, since he was hunched over and moving at a snail’s pace, and also thankfully was late enough that he was alone in the bathing room.

Galra didn’t do showers. He had learned that upon first arriving at the base. Instead, they used large, square tubs that could fill with either water, dust, or some kind of blue goo, depending on the needs of the individual’s skin, scales, or fur. It had taken him a while to figure out all the different settings, and he had accidentally set off the dust and goo a couple of times in the beginning. Right now, he was hoping that some nice, hot water would be what his body needed to cope with the day to come.

It did feel good to start with. Certainly nicer than he had felt the whole day so far. Keith was able to stretch out his legs, arms, and back fully for the first time without excruciating pain...for a few minutes.

Then the cramps started creeping back in, seizing up his muscles, making him whine. Tucking his knees up under his chin, he let the tears come again. He was tired. And so tired of hurting. A normal day, a day where his bones throbbed but he could use exercise or just pure willpower to get past it and ignore it...that he was used to. He should have been used to these days, too. But they never failed to catch him by surprise and completely knock him off his feet, sapping all his energy and will to do anything but stay in bed. These days turned him into a pathetic excuse for a person, and that was to say nothing about being a soldier. He hated feeling so weak and useless.

The timed bath ran out, and the water began draining. Keith was left curled up in yet another ball, shivering, unable to summon the strength to climb out. The cold doubled the intensity of the pain. His jaw was beginning to add itself to the list of aches from clenching it so hard to keep his teeth from chattering, but he couldn’t even make himself reach over for his towel.

You’ve got to get up. Do you really want someone to find you like this?

As if reading his mind, the door swished open. “Keith?” a familiar, accented voice called. “Are you in here?”

Regris. He lifted a trembling arm finally, swallowing a grunt, trying to get himself covered before he was spotted, but had only made it to the top of the tub when his partner rounded the corner. 

“There you are!” Regris stopped, taking in the empty tub, the shaking limbs, and the streaks of water down Keith’s cheeks that were probably very obviously not bath water, and frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Keith gritted out through his teeth. “‘m fine.” He continued trying to reach the towel, but his arm didn’t want to unfurl quite enough to nab it.

“Ya don’t look so fine, mate.” Crossing to the side of the tub, he snatched up the towel himself and threw it over Keith’s shoulders. “Are ya sick?”

“N-no.” Now he had to get up, whether he thought he was capable or not, so he gripped the sides of the tub with sore fingers and began to push, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to ignore the screaming in every inch of his body. “Told you. ‘m fine.”

Regris shook his head with a sigh. “Course you are. That’s why ya can’t even stand up proper.” Leaning down, he grasped Keith’s arm in his clawed hand and hoisted him up. While he did need the help, the sudden movement sent a wave of pain through him and he wasn’t able to hold in his cry.

The young Galra jumped back like he had been shocked, swearing. “What is it, mate? You’re injured, aren’t ya? Why didn’t you go to the med bay?”

“‘m not...injured.” Shakily, he adjusted the towel so it was wrapped around his waist, then gave in and grabbed onto Regris’ shoulder so that he could painstakingly step out onto the cold floor. “Don’t need th’...med bay. Doctor’s never did anything for me before. ‘cept tell me it was...just growing pains.”

Regris’ brow furrowed as he watched Keith slowly collect his clothing. “Well, what is it then, if you’re not injured? Ya look like somebody stabbed ya in the gut.”

“Your guess is as good as mine. Feels...kinda like somebody put concrete in all my bones.” He paused, thought about that comparison, then added, “But it’s expanding concrete.”

“I’ve no idea what ‘concrete’ is, but if ya feel that bad then maybe you should be restin’ in your room.”

Keith shook his head. “Got a mission soon. Need to get ready.”

Regris groaned. “Don’t be bone-headed Keith, ya can’t go on a mission like this.”

Turning his back, Keith started shuffling back toward the door. “Pretty sure the...Blade of Marmora doesn’t give...sick days.”

“Pretty sure the Blade of Marmora doesn’t want someone who can barely walk on a stealth mission!” Regris called to him just before the door slid shut.

He was right. He needed to get his act together. If Kolivan saw him like this, he’d kick him off the mission for sure, and then it wouldn’t be long before he was kicked out of the Blade altogether. Especially if he found out that this was a semi-regular occurrence. 

Making it back to his room, he sat down on his bed and attempted to put on his uniform. Ten dobashes later, he had managed to get it over his legs and up to his waist, and had then fallen over sideways on the bed to fold up and shake some more. That’s when a knock came on the door. He jolted, thinking to try to sit up, but the door opened before he could.

“Regris informed me that you were feeling ill. I believe that he may have understated the severity of your condition.”

Quiznak. Why did stupid Regris have to go and get Kolivan?

“N-no, no, ‘m fine, I told him I was fine.” He pushed himself up much faster than he thought would be possible, avoiding eye contact with the towering Galra while he tugged his uniform up further. “I’m not sick. Just...a little sore.”

“Keith.” The severity of the tone made him glance up for just a moment, but he couldn’t hold the steady yellow gaze. “We have worked together for quite some time now. I have seen you after the hardest of training sessions, when older, more experienced Blades have thrown you to the floor and against the walls repeatedly. I have seen you after missions when you were shot, cut with a sword, or caught in an explosion. These things would all cause you to be more than ‘a little sore’.” He paused as if for effect. “Yet I have never seen you like this, barely able to leave your own bed. Clearly you are suffering from more than simple sore muscles.”

Keith clenched his jaw again, his arms wrapped tightly around his bare stomach. He wasn’t going to get away with lying. Kolivan would see through any of it, and he couldn’t even think of a believable excuse to give him.

“It’s nothing,” he finally said quietly. “Just this...pain, that I get from time to time. It’s not usually this bad. I can usually work through it.” He lifted his head. “And I can today, too. I know this mission’s important. I’ll make it happen.”

“What kind of pain?” Kolivan asked, his voice almost as soft, uncharacteristically so.

Keith shrugged, though he immediately regretted it. “In my bones...my muscles...feels like...they’re being compressed. Like there’s not enough room in my skin for what’s inside of it.”

Kolivan nodded solemnly, not speaking for a moment. Inwardly, Keith was beating himself up for allowing his secret to be found out, waiting for his leader to break the news that he could no longer be a Blade.

Instead, he crossed the room and sank down gently onto the bed next to Keith. “This has been going on for a long time, has it not?”

Keith nodded slowly, still expecting the worst. “My whole life. Or at least, as long as I can remember.” Countless foster families, social workers, and doctors had dismissed his pain, telling him that he was being overdramatic and exaggerating the intensity. Eventually he had learned not to tell anyone.

Kolivan hummed in thought. “As a full-blood Galra, myself, I do not know much about this phenomenon. But I have heard that it is, indeed, very painful.”

It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink in, and then Keith was too surprised to do more than stutter, “W-wait, what?”

“Growing pains,” Kolivan stated matter-of-factly, and for a tick Keith thought he was being dismissed again and he wanted to melt. “Many half-blood Galra struggle with it. It is much like you described - likely your bones are more like that of a Galra than a human, and are attempting to grow at the rate that matches. However, the outside of your body is very much human, and is holding them back.”

Keith just stared at him as his brain processed this information. Finally, somebody believed him. That in and of itself was almost too good to be true. And not only did he believe him, but he had answers? He knew why Keith was hurting? He still had so many questions, though, and wasn’t sure whether he could believe this quite yet.

“If...if it’s a half-Galra thing, then why didn’t Regris know what it was?”

“It all depends on not only what the other species is, but also what traits from each species you acquire from your parents. Others may struggle with different types of mixed blood related problems, while some, like Regris, seem to have no conflicts between their two halves. What you are experiencing is quite rare, but not so rare that I have not encountered it before.”

Biting down on his lip, Keith considered this. “Okay, but...I’m eighteen years old. Shouldn’t I be done growing by now?”

He could have sworn that Kolivan almost smiled at that, and kind of almost looked like he wanted to reach out and ruffle Keith’s hair. “In human years, maybe. By Galran standards you are still quite young, and Galra also continue growing well into their young adult years.”

Keith sighed heavily, hunching over himself further. “So in other words, I’ve still got a long time left to deal with this.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Kolivan stood. “But if you will accompany me to the med bay, I believe we will be able to find something to help you, at least on these especially hard days.”

Keith grimaced. “Thanks, but pain medication doesn’t work for me. At least not for this.”

Kolivan leveled a knowing stare at him. “Keith, when was the last time that you tried pain medication for this?”

“Um…” He bit his lip, realizing the answer. “Before I found out I was Galra…?”

“As I thought.” Kolivan held out his hand. “Come. I will assist you to the med bay, and once you have taken your medication I want you to come back here and rest.”

“But the mission -”

“Will be handled by others.”

“Kolivan, I -”

“You are ill. We cannot afford to have anyone on a mission who is at less than their best.”

Keith stared down at the floor. “I know,” he whispered.

“There is no shame in taking care of your health. Everyone must do so from time to time.”

A spark of hope replaced his disappointment, and he looked back up. “You’re gonna let me stay?”

Kolivan’s brow furrowed. “Of course. You have yet to give me a reason not to.”

Relief washed over him. Someone believed him, he was getting help, and he wasn’t being kicked out. Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

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A/N: And Kolivan managed to make Keith tell him that being cold made it worse, so he gave him a ton of blankets for his bed. The End.

[jbbuckybarnes]

PR Stunt

Desc: Fake Dating AU. Celebrity AU. After pity posts for Sebastian skyrocketing, you two being seen together as friends a lot and with a big movie coming up, his management decides to pair you two for a PR stunt. You both agree, pranking the public seems fun and getting rid of pity tweets seems convenient. Pairing: Sebastian x Reader Warning: It’s not that good and one of my last real people fiction pieces I have left. Not beta read.

M A S T E R L I S T

+Pop Magazine - Articles: +Hot actors that are still on the market!+

*@lancebastian: Someone give this man a family!* *@stanfanfam: I feel so bad for him, he still isn’t with a woman or trying to build a family.* *@aliburger: Poor boy looks so alone. I’m volunteering!* _______ +Pop Magazine - Candids: +Sebastian Stan seen with his friend Y/N Y/LN in Manhattan, New York+

*@seabassbaby: I know they’re just friends but they’d make a cute couple.* *@lancebastian: Get her, Stan!* *@vanillaiceice: She’s cute af.* ________ “People are pitying you so much, it’s insane. What is so wrong with being single at your age?” you looked up from your phone at Sebastian sitting on the other side of the couch. “They’re just projecting their desires onto this.” he shrugged without looking up from his phone. “How does that not annoy you to some degree? I read it and get irritated by it.” you chuckled. “Sometimes I do, but at the end of the day it’s so unimportant.” now he looked up. “Yeah, but doesn’t that suck energy out of you to some level?” you two never talked about this specifically. “A bit.” another shrug with a small pout. “Well, let’s stop talking about that then. When’s press coming up?” you tried to change the topic. He looked at you for a second with a confused face before answering, “I think in two weeks.” “No, brunch meetings for weeks again.” you pouted like a child and got a smile back from him. “Poor baby.” he played into it and laughed. “You know they keep me sane.” you answered chuckling. “I know. I promise we’ll eat like three pizzas in one day when I’m back again, chaotic mess.” you looked at him offended. “I’m just telling the truth.” he held his arms up and grinned. “Ar-” you were interrupted by someone calling him and went back to checking your socials. You had a decent following and were friends with a few photographers, which gave you the opportunity to try yourself as a model and influencer. One of you photography friends is also how you two met and as soon as you two found your love for New York brunch meetings the friendship was sealed. “With Y/N?” you looked up at the mention of your name and saw him raise a brow. “Okay, yeah. Good, tomorrow at 11am. See ya.” he ended the call and finally saw your confused face. “Guess we have a meeting at 11am tomorrow and they also want you there.” his hand went through his hair and he exhaled a bit exhausted. “Why that?” you weren’t with his management or something. “She didn’t tell me. Maybe they want to sign you?” he was just as clueless as you and sat back down on the couch and you sat up. “That would be...sudden?” you said even more confused. “I feel like there’s something more to that.” his eyes narrowed. You shrugged taking your phone again, “We’ll find out I guess.”

___________ “We know you both don’t like paparazzi but this could benefit all of us and would be over after a few weeks.” the woman ended her little idea. “Wait, you want us to do a PR stunt, did I understand that right?” you said it out loud. A serious nod came back and a sigh from you. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I think that would be hilarious outside of the paparazzi stuff.” he snorted beside you. “Excuse me, what?” you turned towards him and got a shrug back. “So...would you be on board?” the lady asked again. You let your head sink onto your arms on the table with an, “I guess.” You both left the office after you got handed a contract to go through to sign with the management and the comment, “I hate being friends with you.” “Did you mean being in a relationship?” he joked and got a stern look back. “Don’t take it too far, Stan!” you warned him. “Won’t. Promise.” he said with that boyish smile that guaranteed for nothing. “Idiot.” you muttered while walking out of the building onto the busy street. A hand was reaching for yours and you looked up confused. “What? Need to lay down the foundation for what’s about to go down.” he clearly loved the idea to mess around with you and the public for a while. “Dork.” a smile finally found its way onto your face and you shook your head. You didn’t mind holding hands with your other friends, so this wasn’t the problem. You weren’t so sure about the rest of what was about to happen in the upcoming weeks. “You love it.” he said nudging you lightly.

“Only if I get some good pictures for my Instagram and Twitter.” you chuckled. “I’m sure there’s gonna be some of your beloved photoshootings.” he grinned. “You’re gonna be an Instagram boyfriend, don’t you forget about that part of it.” you grinned back. “Oh god.” he had the realization hit him. “Yeah, didn’t think through that I might get back at you, huh?” you laughed.

“Lunch date?” he looked down at you after you both were finished with laughing and had walked for a block. “As long as I don’t need to play honeymoon phase love, yeah.” you bit your lip to stop the laugh that was making its way through your body. “Don’t worry, I think the eating each other alive part is one or two weeks in.” he wheezed and held the door to one of your favorite places open. “It’s gonna be hella obvious that it’s a stunt.” you pointed out. “That’s why I agreed. Why not have some fun and confuse people for a bit.” there was that boyish smile again. “Like that whole Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello thing.” you shuddered. That was obviously a stunt but there was that part where everyone kinda thought it might be true and they just wanted to get the extra publicity. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I guess my answer would be yes.” he said before turning to the waitress that just arrived at your table. ___________ +Pop Magazine - Candids: Sebastian Stan seen having a lunch date and holding hands with Y/N Y/L/N*+ *@bellastann: I feel like our dreams start to manifest stanfam!* *@lancebastian: Not entirely sold, holding hands ain’t that special. They are friends for months now.* *@evanstackiee: Yeees! (Y/L/N)stan is real!!!* ____________ Your contract was signed, your game plan was well organized. There were appointments and activities planned out, what to do at which one and the paparazzi would be there for some of them. You kinda cringed when you looked at the little calendar in front of you but you also were about to have some fun with tricking the general public. “Just an insanely big acting exercise, right?” you looked beside you to see him read through the stuff too. “Uuh, yeah.” he said concentrated on reading. You were both extremely open with each other and rarely had any miscommunication. So kissing in public without starting friendship problems wouldn’t be so hard, but you still had a weird feeling about it. Not fear, just a feeling.

__________ The first thing you did was pretty mellow. Attending a small local event together. You did things like this before but this time you’d have to cuddle up a bit here and there and make a few Instagram Stories. “You comfortable?” he smiled down at you holding your body close to his arm. “You’re 6 foot and fit, I think there is no way in hell anyone would think this isn’t comfortable.” you gave a sweet grin up at him. “For a model you’re pretty good at this.” he joked and you poked him into his waist. “Hey!” he laughed. “You act like I wasn’t a drama kid in school. I might be good-looking but I’m also a nerd. You should know that best...space nerd.” you chuckled. “Stop calling me out like that or I’ll make you talk to that dude you find annoying over there.” he pointed at a man that had bombarded you with his boring business ideas months ago. “Don’t you dare, Stan!” you looked offended. “You wanna sit down with some wine then, madame?” he said in a posh accent. “Of course, it is incredibly instagramable.” you answered in the same way. A boomerang of your drinks with each other tagged in it and two glasses of wine later you officially had glued yourself to him. He had a very comforting vibe about him and you clearly helped with his anxious moments. A kiss was planted onto your temple and a black and white filter put on top of it. Followed by a funny selfie and a picture of your empty wine glasses. Shortly after you already left the party under the flickering lights of a handful of paparazzi. Holding hands and very close together. __________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Are Sebastian Stan and his ‘best friend’ dating?+ *@stanfanfam: Cause of death: That temple kiss.* *@vanillaiceice: Damn, is it the late 2000s? Seb leaving a party with a girl? Damn!* *@evanstackiee: For me it’s confirmed.* *@seabassbaby: It looks kinda staged but if it’s not I’m super happy for him!* __________ The second little thing on the list was a photoshooting together. Since you both had modelled for magazines before and with other models you were kinda in your element. It was for a mid-sized fashion magazine that published every month and you two were having fun all over the rented AirBnB. Some expensive yoga pants with a knitted oversized sweater and boots was the first thing you needed to wear for a scene depicting to come home. Falling into each other's arms multiple times definitely made you laugh because of the dumb faces he made. The next outfit was a sleeping outfit. Silk shorts and an airy white cropped shirt. Your socks were pink and had donuts on it. “Can I have them?” you gave them puppy eyes and the team laughed. Modelling while laying was hard. You needed to look realistic but also show of what you were wearing. Combined with a giant baby blowing air into your ear ended in him being pinched by you. He was clearly not prepared to see you in the third outfit. Lacey underwear and an open button-down mens shirt. You could literally see his brain work and giggled “C’mon, get it together.” He was wearing briefs and a white shirt, needing to embrace you from behind while you pretended to make scrambled eggs. “My eggs are definitely scrambled after this.” he whispered and you couldn’t hold back the genuine laugh, ending up in some good pictures. The last two outfits were a bit more editorial but still wearable and the pictures were taken outside. “Well, that wasn’t bad.” you said to him as you two walked out after changing back into your clothing. “For YOU.” he answered. “Poor baby, needed to see his friend in underwear.” you made fun of him. “Yo, it’s a different thing if I see an Instagram picture or the live version.” he defended himself. “Clearly...don’t you dare fall for me, dork.” you joked and he huffed. The walk back was silent but he looked down at you from time to time. You just couldn’t see his reaction every time he did. __________ +Pop Magazine - News: Sebastian Stan & Y/N Y/L/N modelling together. Check out these pictures!+ *@lancebastian: Damn, so this is really a thing, huh? Holy, that’s cute.* *@evanstackiee: Can they adopt me?* *@bellastann: That kitchen picture sent me into cardiac arrest!* _________ By now you were trained at sending each other stolen glances. No matter if you just needed to go to your management or when you had brunch together. But for the last three days he was in LA for the press junket of his new movie. There was this weird feeling again. It felt so close to fear but it wasn't fear. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. *God, I’m way too used to being around you now.* *You miss not freezing to death in any given moment, admit it!* *No, real talk, I miss you.* *Realtalk: I miss you too...but admit it’s the freezing!* *D O R K !* You had taken a flight to LA the day after because an award show was next on your list. You were ten times more nervous for the dress sitting right than the man on your side. You also weren’t used to hair and makeup. You were an Instagram model, this was a luxury at experimental shoots. “You’d think I can smile on command and not look like shit...but I can’t.” you said to him before stepping onto the red carpet an hour later. “You’re looking good, stop worrying.” he said in his usual calming tone before gently pulling you forward. 10 minutes later the torture to your eyes was done and there were interviews. “What do you have to say about the rumors about your relationship status?” you were asked. “That people should care more about their life than mine...oh, and that he’s the best human being on the planet. Doesn’t matter in which way we are connected.” Sitting down at an award show with your hand being held was not were you thought you’d end up when you agreed to this but why not make memories? Your head naturally landed on his shoulder after a while. You really had missed him being in close proximity for those 4 days. His thumb softly wandered over the back of your hand. “What would you do if I’d win something?” he asked in a low voice. “Jump you?” your head went up again to see his eyes wandering over your face. “In a happy kinda way, I assume.” he had a lopsided smile on his face. “You’re thinking about that photoshoot again, huh? Literally a teenager.” you joked but saw his eyes wander to your lips for a bit too long before he concentrated on the host again. For the rest of the evening your mind went in circles about him playing that or being genuinely interested in you in that way.

__________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Mysterious answer to relationship question about (Y/L/N)stan+ *@vanillaiceice: They are boning, come ON!* *@evanstackiee: Look at how happy she is while she says it.* *@seabassbaby: Gosh, just say it!* __________ Today was the day you weren’t really prepared for. He had an off day from press and you were still in LA. Your plan was going to the beach and getting photographed. Well, it wasn’t your plan. It was the plan made for you. “I hate swimming in the ocean!” you mumbled. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have two excuses to grab onto me, right?” he chuckled while watching you undress and revealing your red bikini. You both laid in the sun for a while, talking about his press junket and the social media reactions to this. “Wanna get wet?” you opened your eyes to a child in a man’s body wiggling his eyebrows. You punched his chest with a laugh and let him pull you up with him. Hand in hand you made your way into the ocean rather slowly, “And you didn’t want to admit that you freeze to death without me.” he chuckled. He got impatient and just grabbed your waist and jumped backwards into deeper water. After a squeak from your side and your nails clawing into his back a little bit too harshly, you got used to it. “Look. It’s fine.” he put some hair strands out of your face with his free hand. “I still hate the ocean.” you pouted, trying to overplay how fast your heart was suddenly beating. Oh hell no, you were not just slowly falling for your best friend...please? “I get that.” he put his hand onto your lower back and you put your legs around his hips. “You’re my floatie.” you giggled putting your head into the crook of his neck. “And you are...I can only assume a freezing rock.” you both chuckled.

Your head went up again to see a big grin on his face, “Fuck you.” “You love it.” he said like usual but this time you slowly nodded with a serious face and his eyes widened enough for you to notice. “Wait, I didn’t…” you exhaled deeply with attentive eyes on you. “I feel like we should just stop this. I don’t want to see this friendship break apart just because my body thinks close proximity is a good reason to send hormones out.” you got out of your system. “That’s an odd way of saying that you’re having a crush on me.” he smiled and put his other arm around you. “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna ruin this.” your eyes went down, you rarely made yourself this vulnerable. “You already did by, to say it in your nerdy words, making my body think it’s a good idea to send out hormones because we are in close proximity.” he answered with a nervous chuckle, hand going through his hair.

Your eyes met his again, “I stopped acting the moment it started, Y/N.” “Well, um, it took me till about approximately 5 minutes ago to realize that this odd feeling I have isn’t some suppressed fear.” you made fun of yourself to make the situation less awkward. “Wanna give them what they want?” his head nudged towards the beach with a smirk. “Do you mean give you what you want?” you joked and he remembered where he heard that before. “I hate being friends with you,” he bit his lip, “I’d much rather call you my girlfriend.” The reference made you melt, he remembered that dumb little conversation from two weeks ago. Your hands went from his shoulders to his head and his free hand pulled your head closer before your lips met. You didn’t care about the camera clicks in the background, you only cared about finally making out with the man that made you love brunch dates so much. It felt like an hour before you broke apart a little. Steel blue eyes were staring right into your soul and the most calming voice in the world said “I love you.” “I hope you don’t say that while thinking of me in underwear.” you joked. “Nah, don’t need to. You’re grabbing onto me in a bikini.” he said with his hands wandering down your body and a giant smirk on his face. “I love you too, dork.” ___________ +Pop Magazine - News: (Y/L/N)stan confirmed! Couple seen kissing at the beach.+ *@vanillaiceice: I’ll fistfight anyone that hates on her!* *@evanstackiee: Look at those SMILES.* *@seabassbaby: Maybe I’m crying.* *@lancebastian: She makes him happyyy.* *@bellastann: I think this gave me diabetes.* *@stanfanfam: Make babies! lol* *@Y/N: Gosh, @imsebastianstan we have heart eyes galore in these. Might need to go and get that checked out.* *@imsebastianstan: @Y/N, yeah, heard of that new disease called love. It’s attacking every part of your body and mind!* *@seabassbaby: For real...ADOPT ME!* _____________

M A S T E R L I S T

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes pt7: People

The sun was finally out in full force to wake everyone up. Schnee manor began to have the sweet aroma of coffee and breakfast for two at this hour. The scent eventually found it’s way to the master bedroom where Weiss stood in front of a mirror to brush her short hair. She would never admit but sometimes it felt like that decision was a better one than marrying Jaune. Then again, the only reason it was cut was because the kids consistent pulling on it when they were small; kids that he helped give her. A smile crept onto her face as the thought lingered. There would never be a day saying things like “my kids” or “my husband” didn’t fill her with absolute joy. Without them then she would’ve known just how different a household could be from her own.

Weiss opened the door with a pep in her step; still in sleeping gown since her plans for today was enjoy a day off and clean up a bit since Jaune typically has the place spotless before she comes home. Today she would’ve cooked for him but that never ends well with the first attempt. Not like there was a need to rush though. After all, school started again so the kids aren’t home.

Weiss:*walks into kitchen*Good morning my beautiful hus-

Jaune:*Flipping pancakes* Hey hun.

Summer:*eating pancakes*.........

Weiss:........

Summer:Hey........mom, hehehehe.

Weiss:Summer sweetie, you do know school started again today right?

Summer:Yeah I uuhhh, chose to skip?

Weiss:.......

Weiss:*walks away* I’m getting the wig.

Summer:Please don’t!!!!

Weiss:Too late!!!!

The sound of her mothers footsteps quickly travel back to the room, much to Summer’s dismay. A drawn out sigh of anxiousness leaves her lungs as Jaune slowly puts more pancakes on her plate.

Jaune:Enjoy your last meal.

Summer:Dad please talk her down.

Jaune:You knee what you were getting into by choosing to skip.

Summer:I can’t help that school sucks!

Jaune:Doesn’t mean you should skip. Nicholas isn’t a fan of school either but he goes.

Summer:Nicholas loved by everyone who isn’t jealous of him. I mean he’s on his way to being valedictorian and all combat schools mail him constantly. He basically runs the school; good practice for a future leader I guess.

Jaune:Last time I checked you sort of run the radio station and we had to install a mailbox just for your fan mail.

Summer:Not all that mail is nice mail and it is not my fault the people of Atlas decided to make that train wreck of a song the top 25 this year.

Jaune:I like your new song.

Summer:Ugh, I still think I repeat a verse one too many times, I could’ve held some notes a little longer and don’t even get me started on how I should’ve gone grand piano instead of regular one. There’s not enough weight in the-

Jaune:You know, maybe I don’t have a pair of twins in my house. I’m starting to think Weiss really wanted a girl and just cloned herself.

Summer:*snickering* I’m trying to be serious here!

Jaune:I am too! If it weren’t for those dazzling Arc blue eyes of yours then I don’t think I could say I contributed anything to the gene pool.

Summer:Last time I checked, I had a good sense a humor.

Jaune:Awww sweetheart. It was nice to be your father.

Summer:Wh-

Tension at the base of her ponytail began to build up. She could feel the nimble fingers barely graze her scalp as she gently tilted her head up to to see scarlet eyes meet hers; black hair tickled Summer’s nose ever so slightly.

Bleiss:Care to explain why only half the children I painfully pushed out of my body are in school right now?

Summer:Oh......ya know........stuff?

Bleiss:.......I will give you one more shot before I chew into you.

Summer:....Physical exams, I didn’t want them all to see my scars....

Bleiss:.....That’s umm, hard to chastise you about. *lets go* Be that as it may, avoiding that problem won’t help you grades.

Summer:I know but the girls....

Bleiss:Fuck em...

Jaune:Hey, reel it in a bit Bleiss.

Bleiss:No! If someone is being disgusting to my kid can go fuck off. *crosses arms* They have no right to make her feel bad and you know it!

If Weiss was like a mother duck, then Bleiss would be a mother goose. Both go a bit feral over their kids but one of them had no problem being as loud and aggressive as it takes to get the point across. It was a bit comforting, yet completely terrifying. A Schnee without inhibition or a filter is a dangerous thing as Summer has come to learn about her family. Strangely that knowledge made her feel better about herself; they were all a little different. It just so happened that she was more different than the rest and unfortunately it also made her more dangerous. Her hands rest in her lap as she looks down at it and speaks softly. Both parents were caught off gaurd and puzzled by it.

Summer:I’m sorry I skipped school. My nerves, they got the better of me.I know better.

Bleiss:.....*looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*shurgs* What? You’re the one who wanted to punish her. I made her breakfast.

Bleiss:Sigh, fair point.

She reaches for Summer’s hands and has her stand up. The two look at each other eye to eye. Bleiss can’t help but to inspect the girl from top to bottom; hard to believe that her own daughter was already a bit taller than her. Not just that however, Summer radiated a maturity about her that most teens could only wish for at their age. Unfortunately that maturity also brought along so, so many insecurities and thoughts that weighed the child down. Seeing her try to march through them like a trooper made both Jaune and Weiss proud as parents but also very sad that it’s a problem in the first place. Is being upset with her really the best option?

Bleiss:Your punishment is.....fresh air.

Jaune:What?

Summer:I’m with him, what?

Bleiss:You heard me. I don’t feel like taking you to school who knows how many classes you’ll miss if you walked there now. However, I’m not just gonna let you lay around all day so bundle up and go see a movie or sit at the park. Just stay out until school is over.

Summer:......Thanks mom *hugs her*

Bleiss:*red* Don’t expect this treatment tomorrow. Also you have 15 minutes to go before you might hear something you don’t like. It’s my day off and I intend to kiss your father repeatedly.

Summer:And that’s my que to leave! Don’t need my stomach to be flipping pancakes too.*walks off*

Bleiss:Better run! You have 14 minutes left before things get gross! Isn’t that right my handsome king? *rubs his face*

Jaune:*grabs her waist* I’m not sure if I can wait that long my queen.

Bleiss:Ooohhh I love it when you’re impatient for me.

*aggressive door opening and clothes fumbling for down the hall*

Jaune:That got her motivated. Your getting a little soft aren’t you?

Bleiss:Pfft I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s early and I guess I’m just feeling a bit generous. Speaking of soft. *tracing his upper leg* I’m a little disappointed you still are.

Jaune:Well I still want breakfast first.

Bleiss:Tease...

Jaune:Me? All I’ve done is-

Bleiss:Be my dream come true? A handsome one at that.

Jaune:*blushing*........

Bleiss:You know....I’m a bit hungry too. *rubbing his chest* care to feed me? Countless missions away from home has made me appreciate you even more.

Jaune:Is....cough that so?

Bleiss:Yeah, you always make me full...*leans in*

Somehow Bleiss always knew how to say just the right things. Jaune was not about to lose composure and scar is daughter possibly. He glided his fingers up is beautiful wife’s figure and stopped at the left side of her face. Right as she went for a kiss he slid the wig off. The two stared at each other before Weiss smiled smugly and gave him a peck on the lips.

Weiss:*giggles* Couldn’t take the heat? You love it when I get into the zone like that. All those internal thoughts coming out unapologetically.

Jaune:Yeah well I need those thoughts of yours to pump the brakes for roughly ten more minutes.

Weiss:Just enough time for you to make me some pancakes.

Jaune:No problem, how do you want your eggs?

Weiss:Ask me in like 10 minutes. *blushing*

He playfully rolls his eyes and pulls her into a loving kiss.

xxx

[Prinipals office]

Nick:So Mr. Coal, what’s this all about? *sits down*

Flynt:I’m just wanted to touch base with ya before you finish up this school year. You’ve done a lot of good and keep trucking along. Not many students cast as wide as a net when it comes to school participation.

Nick:You know me, I like to keep moving ahead and all that hehehe. Lots to do, lots a people always watching. *rubs head*

Flynt:Eh, let them watch. I wanted to let you know not to run yourself too hard now. The tournament requires plenty of rest as well as practice. No doubt you’re doing one of those things. Make sure you’re getting the other.

Nick:No worries! I got the stamina of an Arc in my veins! Someone has to make sure things like the play, meetings, decorations, sports arrangem-

Flynt:*grabs his shoulders*..........

Nick:.......

Flynt:Remember that exercise I told you about? The one that my wife uses?

Nick:The breathing one right? *closes his eyes*

His chest rises as he slowly takes a deep breath and holds it. His mind focusing on the core of what he’s thinking about before exhaling all the air out and opening his eyes.

Nick:People expect greatness from me so I will achieve it. Not just because it’s a responsibility, but because helping where I can gives others an easier time. Wow, that was a load off my chest.

Flynt:I bet. Please remember that the other student council members are capable of doing more than what they’re doing now? You got a good heart kid like your pops and your mother. But the world as you know it can take a few more moments of you taking it slow. Speaking of which.....

Nick:Summer isn’t feeling well and will be here tomorrow, I promise.

Flynt:I hope so. I take no joy from failing bright and talented minds. I think the both of you need to take a page from each other’s books.

Nick:I’ll take that up for consideration. Now if you excuse me, there’s a meeting I’m late for. *walks to door*

Flynt:.....It’s a noble thing you’re doing. Being front and center to everyone constantly so she doesn’t have to be.

Nick:......Not sure what you mean. I just like the spotlight and benefits of popularity. It’s called networking. *leaves*

Flynt:Hmph, he should use those connections to learn how to lie.

Normally a model student should obey even the tiniest rules but Nicholas was in a hurry. Classes had already started so who was gonna call him out on running down the halls? Faculty should be proud to see his commitment of anything. In no time at all he made his way into a barren room with a white board, a rectangular table, and about a dozen kids his age sitting around it. One of them was a tan, blue haired woman holding a marker. Her gold eyes shot like daggers into his as he walked in. Nicholas couldn’t help but notice how her arms crossed over her white button up uniform shirt and the way her legs tapped; messing up the gray skirt. Across the table was Valerie with her head resting on her hands as she tried to look vaguely interested.

Eliza:About time you showed up! This was supposed to be a meeting between all main council members but I had to walk all the way down to the science room and get your Vice President!

Valerie:May I go now?

Eliza:No! You might as well stay. Never know when the King of Almanac Academy well up in vanish again.

Nick:Please, I’m not the king of anything and cut me some slack. The principal wanted me.

Valerie:What!? Everything okay? *sits up*

Nick:You know him, always checking up on students. Might as well have a second office in the band room sense he’s there. Anyways, what’s with the meeting? Something happen to the boiler room again? I can only by so many parts for that train wreck.

Eliza:Not why I called you but yes, hot water is only room temperature at the moment. I think it’s just because of the winter break. What I called you all in here for is for play production ideas during the tournament. It’ll be televised so-

Valerie:You interrupted my science test to help with play ideas!?

Eliza:Considering how you looked liked you wanted to die, you should be thanking me.

Nick:That hard huh?

Valerie:The smart kid in our class snapped his pencil and walked out.

Nick:Wow, if Ira is having trouble then I’m scared.

Eliza:Focus! Fighting isn’t the only reason people tune in. All the other competitions show’s what we’re about as a school. The play has to be perfect!

Multiple people started rapid firing ideas.

“The Snow Queen!!!”

“A Christmas Carol!!!”

“The Wizard of Oz!”

“Phantom of the Opera!”

“Lord of the Rings!”

Eliza:No, too cheesy, overdone, too dramatic, and entirely too long. I do like the idea of a musical though. Nicholas, is there by any chance.

Nick:There’s no way you’re going to get my sister to sing on stage and fight in a tournament on the same day.

Eliza:Not even if I bribe her?

Valerie:They’re rich......

Eliza:Ugh, Schnees and all their excess money.

Nick:Pfft, Marigolds and their constant whining. *smirks*

Eliza:*glares* Ooooo you’re lucky you’re cute and important. Got any idea Mr.President?

Nick:Hmmm, Tell the story Remnant itself. The two gods, Salem and Ozma; that’s still getting a shock factor.

Eliza:Yeah but there’s so many holes in it. *slumps in chair* Hard to make it cohesive with so many things nobody knows.

Nick:That’s what makes it interesting. Focus on the love and connections between all of them that leads to betrayal, and we’ll fill in wholes with information I can gather and inferences.

Valerie:Oh! I wanna help get info!

Eliza:......This sounds like an excuse for you to try to sneak into Atlas again for info.

Nick and Valerie:And?

Eliza:Sigh, fine then. But if nothing good comes out of it then you gotta convince your sister to sing okay?

Nick:I can promise I’ll try. *holds our hand*

Eliza:That’s all I’m getting out of you aren’t I? *shakes hand*

Nick:Smart and pretty. Dependable as usual.

Eliza:*blushing* I hope the gaurds jump you at the gate. Meeting is over everyone.

Valerie:Finally. *stands up* Well, back to the worst class ever.

Nick:Remember to check the back of the pages of questions before you turn it in. *leaves*

Valerie:Pfft like I would make mistake, twice.

Eliza:Gods you’d be screwed without him.

Valerie:As if! Unlike him, top shelves aren’t a problem for me. Besides, I always help when he asks.

Eliza:Still, he sure is something else. Vice President must be easy when the one above you catches all the problems his way. Even the split second ones. Must make life simple. His back must be pretty broad with all that responsibility he carriers. Almost like a knight.

Valerie:Keep it in your pants El. *walking away*

Eliza:*blushing* That’s not what I.....go to class!!!

Valerie:Don’t take me out of it then. *closes door*.........hmph.

She quietly lets go of the door knob and walks down the hall. Valerie couldn’t help but think about the walk to school just awhile ago. It’s hard to deny that he’s almost always on top of his game. That’s what made him so great in her eyes. They pushed each other or, maybe he just pushes her? Either way, it’s not like she needed him to watch her back; especially in a fight. A knight of any kind wasn’t needed. Knights are for princesses and other people who need help. Friends just help friends is all. At the very end of it she notices a poster above a door slowly peeling of the brick wall and Nicholas looking at it. A small smile starts to form.

Valerie:N-

He jumps up and pulls the rest of it off. Instead of putting it on the wall he just places it on the actual door. Satisfied with his work, he turns down the corner and disappears from sight.

Valerie:......

Part 6

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 1

And here we go !

This is the last chapter of Liam’s 1st year at the university. It’s a long one, so be ready ;)

A new pov will replace Barbara starting now, I hope you’ll like it.

Damian-Nicholas Smith Carrey Friday March 8, in France

When people said him that he could write a book about his life, he never imagined what kind of book it would be. But now, he had quite an accurate idea. He would call it : 'How to change from the most famous hunter to a stupid and naive man in love'. He had gone through step one for a long time now : have a fucking ridiculous teenage crush. And now, he started step two : be in a relationship with your so-called crush. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't someone easily flustered. At least on paper. But when it come to the baboon, it was a true disaster. He must have left his pride back in the US.

"What do you think ? Isn't this one better ?" asked Liam.

The junior looked at him, his brows furrowed. They were doing shopping for souvenir. Well, the baboon searched little things for his siblings and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey tagged along.

"I dunno. There are the same to me."

One was a key chain with the eiffel tower, the other with the Arc de Triomphe. Both were low quality products anyway. But the baboon finally picked one, and they went out of the store.

"Where are we going next ?" asked the blond lad. "There is plenty of time before our departure..."

"I bought everything I wanted." replied his boyfriend. "So I thought we could hum... take some time for us ?"

He blushed when he said the last word, which made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey blush too, and then they both blushed even more. This is an endless circle of  pathetic shyness. I mean, I eat ass every other day, so why am I so prude right now ?

"Fine." he agreed anyway. "Lead the way."

They honestly had a good time. It was fucking weird to enjoy this at much as sex. Maybe even more. They went for walk the length of the Seine. Liam ate a box of pastries along the way and they talked about this and that. This is the end of my damned life. I'm having a silly conversation with someone. It must be the first time since... I don't even fucking remember. They were on their way back when Liam sighed.

"I'm happy to have you Dami." he whispered.

All this romantic bullshit was so embarrassing. Do I like it or not ? Just get a grip dude ! Not only he was having a damn date with his boyfriend, but he also looked like the flustered one here ! No one must ever know it happened. The baboon took his hand.

"I'm serious you know ?" he continued. "I mean, I'm still very worried about a lot of stuff... Nate is my main concern, but I'm also still preoccupied by my father. And I can't deny my story with Kilian is giving me an headache. But I'm really happy to know you're here."

"First of all baboon, it doesn't suit you to be so serious." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey while trying to regain composure. "Secondly, there is nothing in what you said that can't wait tomorrow. You've the right to enjoy a little time for yourself with someone you love."

Liam blushed. He kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Holy crap. I'm getting good at the cheesy stuff too. Well, it wasn't surprising : Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was good at everything.

This evening on the plane, the junior felt a weird dread through his whole body. Suddenly, he stressed about his relationship. But there is nothing new... I mean, we already were a couple before. So what is different ? He quickly put his finger on it. I said to the baboon I loved him. I confessed my weakness. The hunters shall never know. Nobody in the university, for that matter. There are already too many fucking people aware of our relationship. I don't trust anyone about this.

"Hey dude."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey glared at the sophomore who hailed him. It was the dipshit called Matthew, Theo's heir.

"What the hell are you doing here ?" he asked. "Want to suck my prick ?"

The cocky lad (it was obvious this guy was an arrogant bastard) smiled.

"Maybe another time. I just wanted to say D.R sent me the contract regarding Barbara. She has to stay away from Colton and all his friends starting now. So you won't see her again much."

"Don't give me that crap, idiot. I don't care about the roach. You can fuck her, so go on. Isn't it what you wanted since the beginning ?"

Matthew's smile grew larger. I can definitely see the ressemblance with this shitty Theophile now.

"Just go away, moron." he concluded.

Liam Sunday March 10 back in the US

"This trip has done some damage..."

The young lad bite his lips. I knew I had indulged a lot but that's quite a change...

"Do you dislike it ?" asked Nate, while slumping on his bed.

"Not really..."

He had been ages since the last time Liam had looked properly at his reflection. He was pleased with his general body shape. His face was finely chiseled. He had strong biceps and triceps. His legs were robust but thick just like his chest. His pecs were nicely standing out. Even his back was kind of burly. But where three month ago he had a blossoming six pack, he had now a modest amount of squishy flab. His bulging waistline was easily noticeable since he was only in briefs. But he wasn't dissatisfied.

"I think I like myself." Liam whispered.

"And that's a good thing." mumbled his bestfriend, his eyes closed. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

The chesnut lad outlined a smile. I'm glad to see Nate is talking more and more. He was also pretty sure Dami won't judge him for a little bulk.

"I mean..." resumed the other lad. "You're even well-endowed."

It made Liam blush like hell. (Not that he didn't take the compliment.) (Who could blame him ?).

The freshman expected things to improve since they came back from France. After all, Nate was getting better, Nick was actually making some progress at swimming and Dami literally confessed his feelings. It looked like the unicorns were finally powerful enough to repel the forces of evil. (After all, he had been feeding them with his dreams for months now !). So when a girl went to talk to him during his training this afternoon, he completely ignored her. (Not on purpose of course !). He was just so happy that he couldn't focus on anything. He went throught weight lifting and then legs exercises without noticing the many people who accosted him. He left campus without taking note of the lustful looks around him. I think I'm happy. The talk with Kilian had freed him. He was so glad to know the force of evils failed to take his ex-boyfriend. Anyhow, he finally went to work. As soon as he arrived, Judy came to him.

"Oh god Liam here you are ! I was so worried !" she shouted.

He blinked, not sure to have heard right. (Not that he often didn't heard people or anything...). What was she worried about ? Did he forget something important ? Something life-saving ? Maybe the aliens were gonna attack soon ?

"Liam focus ! I'm trying to have a conversation here !"

Judy clicked her fingers right under his eyes, breaking his thoughts.

"Are you alright ? Did someone do something to you ?"

"What ? No." he replied, surprised. "Why ?"

She frowned.

"Are you and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still a couple ?" she eventually asked.

Liam blushed. I think I'm supposed to keep it a secret but... He could trust Judy, right ?

"We are." he replied. "But what is your point ?"

"Be prudent when you're not with him okay ? I never thought I would say that one day, but I think you're safer with him around. Even if I still bet he'll hurt you in the end, like he did with everyone else."

Liam nodded. Their boss was calling them. I'm not sure I understand what she meant... However, he was certain Dami wouldn't said "I love you" so lightly. I'm special to him, I'm at least sure of that.

When he arrived at their flat tonight, Nick announced Nate wasn't there. Apparently, he had left for a talk with Archibald. It reminded Liam there were still things he wanted to improve in his life. My bestfriend and my poor family situation should be my priorities. He had no doubt the unicorns would agree on this. Besides, everything was linked to the forces of evil anyway. He grabbed a slice of pie in the fridge and joined his roommate. (Of course a pie made by Dami. Now that he had tasted his boyfriend's pastries, it was very hard to eat anything else to be honest.). (Once you visited heaven, you wouldn't come back, right ?).

"I can tell he's doing better." said Nick while staring at the screen of his console. "But I also can tell he went through something very disturbing. What do you think they're talking about so often ?"

"I don't know." admitted Liam. "But Dami assured me Archibald was a good guy so I trust him."

Of course, the chestnut lad wanted to help. And yes, I want to know what happened. (Curiosity is not a sin). (Glutonny is, but Liam didn't think much about it).

"Yeah well, until now we can say whatever he's doing is working." agreed Nick. "You should go to sleep... Wait, are you snacking ?"

Liam took a mouthful of his pie and chewed happily.

"This is just too good." he explained.

"You were sooooo against food at the beginning of the year." laughed his roommate. "I never imagined you were such a foodie."

Well... Seems like I changed my mind.

Nicolas Monday March 11 – Tuesday March 12

< Imagenius : yo what's up ? >

< TheSavior : long story short it sucked. I m better looking at my screen and playin'. Wht abut you pal ? >

< Imagenius : long story short my roommate is fuckin' loud while talkin' with her new friends. I hate people with actual life you know ? They remind me I'm a loser >

< TheSavior : won't say I know the feeling cuz I dont. >

< Imagenius : lol becuz right youre so popular >

< TheSavior : at least i hav friends outside a lame chat bruh >

< Imagenius : bruh >

< Abeautifulwomen : guys I do to. >

< Imagenius : as if a man who claims to be a girl could. Anyway Sav can you send us another pic of  this cute roommate of yours ? Pretty please ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Same. But hey Ima are ya gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker ? >

< TheSavior : need 2g. I'll turn the chat off. I don't hav any another pic >

* Abeautifulwoman is offline *

* Imagenius is offline *

* TheSavior is offline *

Nick sighed and looked at the clock. Almost midnight. Nice. I can still play. He slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. First of all, he needed supplies. The raven-haired boy opened the fridge and grabbed a slice of pie and a beer. Two beers. He knew Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had cooked it for Liam but whatever. His friend wouldn't mind. Nick came back to his room and turned his console on. A sligh whine came from his roommate's bedroom. Nate was having a nightmare again, he guessed. It was happening every other day. Not like if I could just ask what's wrong. If he doesn't talk to Liam, he won't talk to me. The lad drank his beer and started to play. He was good at it at least. He finished the level rather quickly, only to notice he had already ate the pie and emptied the beers. Again, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry, but he liked to play while chewing something. This time, he opted for ice cream. And beer of course. Then, he took his playing up again. One hour later, he was done with two more level. And he had devoured the ice cream. So once more, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder I'm fat. He put his snacks on the counter and patted his belly. When he had entered college he had been a twig. But the sudden freedom allowed him to indulge without his parents constant nagging. Maybe he had enjoyed it a bit too much. When he had come back at home for the christmas holidays they weren't very happy about his changes. Himself had been surprised to discover he had already hit the freshman 15. Now this limit was beyond him. I checked when we came back from France. I weight 89 kg (196 pounds) now. Almost 200. Nick shrugged. He didn't really care. He took his snack and continued to play.

The next morning, he got ready quickly. Unlike Liam, he wasn't dozy on the morning. Well, Liam was dozy all the time so bad comparison. They left together for the first lecture. When they arrived, the first thing Nick noticed was Barbara. The girl hated him for some absurd reason. She was so obnoxious. Then, he glimpsed Rebecca. Another one he couldn't understand at all.

"And to think I've been interested in her..." he mumbled.

Liam didn't hear him. That was the good thing with this dude. I could've been screaming, he wouldn't notice. They joined Colton who greeted them warmly. Nick turned on his gameboy but he wasn't paying attention to the screen. He knew the game by heart since middleschool anyway. Instead, he looked at his friends. He often did that without them noticing. Everyone assumed he was just another nerd but he was an observant nerd. Their trip in France had took a toll on Liam waistline aswell. If I'm looking closely enough, I'm sure even Colton's ever slim frame must've softened a bit. Nick was pretty sure this one would lost it in one day or two. As for his dreamy roommate... I think he will keep it on purpose. He seems to like it. Well, both of them were handsome anyway. The raven-haired boy didn't have this luck. He heard someone laugh behind him. The person whispered something about pokemon being a lame game. Another talked about his little bathing in the Seine. Not a day I want to remember. Seriously, classes were so boring...

Noon eventually came. Nick hit the buffet of the cafeteria like a ravenous beast. He needed his daily amount of junkfood to functiun properly.

"What do you think about the math assignment ?" asked Colton. "Shall we work on it tonight ?"

"I finished it already." he revealed. "But I'm sure Liam would be glad to do it with you."

Of course, his roommate wasn't listening. He was looking away while munching on home-made cookies. And new thing, he was crooning. I know some very weird people but they can't hold a candle to him. Nick discreetly kicked him under the table.

"Uh... What ?"

"Welcome back to earth." he said. "Colton wanted to ask you something."

Nick didn't listen to their conservation. He had glimpsed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey in the crowd. Another strange dude. Since I came here, I met too many real character. He looks pissed. I mean, more than usual. He was talking to a girl. Well, probably insulting the girl to be fair.

"... Swimming tonight ?"

The raven-haired lad turned his attention towards Colton.

"No thanks." he replied when he had guessed the question. "I'm not very... at ease when there are so many people watching me."

His friend smiled.

"Of course."

* TheSavior is online *

* Abeautifulwomen is online *

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : yo ! Day was booooring. How was yours ? >

< TheSavior : Same as usual. Couldn't wait to be back in my flat >

< Abeautifulwomen : Mine was fine. I don't actually leav my flat. Lucky me ! >

< Imagenius : Btw guys there is something up in my college. I heard ppl sayin a big hunt started. Don't know what that meant but they were very excited. Apparently, the prey is one of a kind ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Funny. Do you think they hunt human ? >

< TheSavior : I'm sure they're talkin abut a treasure hunt or smthg. We shuld play. >

< Imagenius : Nah Sav it was about a real person. They want him but idk why. Maybe he did something wrong. Beauty yu didnt hear anythg from your boss friend ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : He doesnt control every college in the country duh. Last time he called he was very very very very very angry :3 I got a dick pick thanks to that ! >

< Imagenius : You really are gay. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I told yu im a girl >

< TheSavior : Come play and stop the chichat. Wdc abut a fke hunt nor ur fke dick pick >

< Imagenius : Aye sir >

< Abeautifulwomen : Aye sir >

To be continued

Tadaa. Something is going on in the community, but what could it be ?! I can only tell you Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey will have a lot of work to do. Liam is in a happy bubble, but you know me, it won’t last long.

And welcome Nick. He has been a steady presence in the background since the beginning, so he earned his own pov. He’s on a group chat with two other people... Maybe you’ll be able to guess who they are ;) 

[cryptidofthekeys]

Ich liebe dich (A Yandere Henrik x Reader story) (G/T)

Word Count: 13821 | Trigger Warnings are as follow: Drugging, manipulation, possessive yandere behavior, hints of potential torture. So if any of that bugs ya please don’t read and remember this is a long ass story as well- I don’t do chapters and this was a test to see how far I could go so I’m damn proud of myself

Tag List: @tiny-yan-anon | .......uh shit- I forgot who else I was supposed to tag beforehand.... my bad- I’m horribly forgetful with that one- I think @yandereskies was another one? anndd @evantrash  ....welp- this is how it goes- after I tag the friendos n such- I can never remember anyone else- okay- tag lists- you can tell they arent my strong suit- I always forget who I need to be tagging in this and then remember later

You were looking at the notice that was saved on your phone as you approached the place supposedly in question, the notice had said something about this... Doctor Schneeplestein? ...You think that was his name, however apparently he wanted to test on tiny subjects like yourself only minus the dissections, and or harmful things in general, he was a man of science, a curious yet respectful man supposedly... You had talked to him for a bit, to tell him you were coming over and basic things and overall he seemed very nice! You made your way inside, of course it was rather difficult given your size, luckily enough the doctor was expecting you it seemed, he was practically right there waiting, he must've been anxious because given your size someone could accidentally step on you, or worse... Either way, he stood up and smiled pleasantly at you "Ah! Hallo und vwelcome! You must be (Y/N), correct?" You immediately nodded "Yeah! That'd be me! I uh, wish you could've just came and found me but... I... don't think that'd have been a good idea, I was sorta... hiding somewhere a little far from here, you know how it is for us I'm assuming?" And to that the doctor nodded "Ah of course, its a dangerous vworld fo' you tiny beings... Anyvways are you ready to get started or do you have any questions beforehand? Any potential concerns vwith zhese experiments?" You thought for a moment before nodding "Well... You... You stated that no harm would be done, correct? You won't try to cut into me, or anything like that?" Well... that seemed to have offended him actually, he immediately shook his head "No, zhere vwill be no dissections, or anything that vwill cause pain, just some simple tests to see how your body vworks to put it in simple terms, und don't vworry you vwon't be treated like a little lab rat eizher" He assured, beginning to try and adjust his glasses as he waited for your response. You nodded at his words and relaxed a little "Okay... That...That's good, just so long as you don't want to cause me any harm, I...I mean its not that I don't trust you of course it's... just..." He cut you off before you could finish "(Y/N)... I understand, you are simply concerned fo' your vwell being, concerned fo' your health und safety, its perfectly natural however I promise you, zat I have no intentions to cause you any bodily harm" He finished, giving you a pleasant smile. You smiled back at him "Good... Uh, I think I'm ready to get started now if you are Doctor Schneeplestein!" The Doctor chuckled slightly "You may call me Henrik if you vwish, zhere's no need fo' such formalities" You nodded once more "Okay Henrik!" After that, it seemed to take the doctor a few minutes before awkwardly clearing his throat "Ah, I... uh, do you mind if I scoop you up? Or vwould you prefer to just vwalk into my hands?" You took a few minutes to contemplate before deciding... "I would... rather walk into your hands" Henrik nodded and held his hands down, waiting patiently, you then hesitantly stepped forwards and stumbled your way onto his hands and looked up at him, then you looked down at his hands as they began lifting you up, you took notice of just how large his hands were... Henrik blinked as he slowly lifted you up towards his chest, he was just so fascinated with how small you were compared to him, and to feel your warmth in his palm... He needed to focus, there was no time for this nonsense! Once he lifted you up to his chest and made sure you couldn't fall, he carried you off towards his lab, he kept looking down towards you, to make sure you were still alright, he finally seemed to make it to the room he had planned to go in and closed the door behind him, he then walked over to the desk and sat you down as carefully as possible "Vwait here... I need to get some of my tools, nothing dangerous of course, just some simple sings fo' ze tests" You nodded and watched as he left, and now you were alone... You looked at your surroundings, it honestly just looked like a normal lab, it looked very... Doctor-y? ...Well, that was honestly the best way you could describe it, it was honestly getting a bit uncomfortable after awhile, how many things did he need for this...? Finally after what felt like an eternity, he came back with some of his tools. You took a look at the items he laid out onto the table, they were all confusing but none of them looked particularly dangerous and was.... was that a mini treadmill? ...How on earth did he get that? Either way after setting up what appeared to be a camera, he then came over with what appeared to be some wires, and a head-set of some kind "Zhese vwould be fo' monitoring your heartbeat und oxygen levels und finally ze head-set is fo' monitoring your brain vwaves" You nodded at his words and let him attach said things to your body. Once the things were attached, you looked at him and waited for the next steps, and he definitely didn't seem like the type of man to just dawdle around and waste any time, he was serious, strict but not too strict, and truly he just seemed like he wanted to get down to business, so the first test he wanted you to do was fairly simple, he wanted you to run on the tiny treadmill and so you did, this... wasn't too bad for you honestly, it was good exercise and Henrik seemed fascinated with this as he was writing a few things down. You continued running for as long as he needed, eventually he told you that you could stop and rest, which honestly was a relief on your part, you stepped off the treadmill and took a breather, watching as he continued to write stuff down, only occasionally stopping to look up and check on you, once he seemed to finally finished, he stepped forwards with a smile on his face "Vwhy... (Y/N)... Zis is incredible! Your bodily functions... are so much more different zhan a normal sized person... So much more... Unique" He paused and then cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses "You seem to also be able to run a bit faster zhan a normal sized person, your heart rate is faster, next up I want to test your brain" You immediately rose a brow and looked at him, he only chuckled as he saw your look "Don't vworry, I assure, it is nothing bad... I merely vwant to see if you can see ze spectrum of colors ze same as normal sized humans, or if it differs, your reaction time, und various ozher things, all harmless of course" Your expression shifted, and you calmed down upon hearing his explanation "Sure thing, that doesn't sound too bad" And so... Henrik started off with the color test, upon finishing that up he wrote some more notes down, and then he began with the reaction time test, he seemed... actually very impressed with you during that test, he then wrote some more down and now should be the final test... Henrik had you doing a few puzzles, watching you rather closely as you began trying to solve them, one by one each had gotten harder but in the end you managed to solve it, once again, the good doctor was impressed with you and finished writing down the last few notes, he then took the equipment off of you and put it all away "Alright, zhat should do it fo' ze tests... Und I must say I am quite impressed vwith you" He then mumbled under his breath "Such a... Beautiful specimen~" And you looked at him questioningly "Sorry, what was that last part?" Henrik merely shrugged it off "Oh nothing! Come, come now, aren't you thirsty after all zat exercise und hard vwork?" You gave it a thought before nodding "Yeah I could use something to drink, and maybe... eat if you don't mind?" The Doctor merely nodded "Ah, of course, vwhat vwould you like?" He waited for you to think it over, he seemed to have a lot of patience, which was... good honestly "Hmm... I think some water and maybe a bit of bread will do for now, I'm not that picky" He nodded and held out his hand "Vwould you vwant some assistance? If you don't vwant to climb into my hand I vwill respect zat und just set you on ze ground" You merely shrugged and climbed onto his hand "I trust you, and honestly I think that was enough exercise for now" Henrik could feel his heart jump at those words, 'I trust you...' those words made him smile, wa....wait? Why is his heart pounding in his chest? Why does he have that butterfly sensation in his stomach all of a sudden? ...He... He probably just overworked himself again, the others had warned him of doing such, the feeling got so much more intense as you climbed into his hand... So... So small... So fragile looking, he just... wanted to protect you, from anything and everyone... "Hey, Hen? Are... Are you alright?" The Doctor immediately snapped out of it upon hearing your sweet voice... "O-Oh uhh... of- of course, I vwas only thinking... Anyvways, lets go get you something to eat und drink" He finally began walking, which you were thankful for because honestly, you were hungry and thirsty, all that exercising had exhausted you, after he entered the kitchen, he set you gently down on the kitchen counter and began pouring water into what appeared to be a bottlecap, and then cutting off a piece of bread that was the perfect size for you, he then handed you the items "Zhere you go, enjoy! I need to leave fo' a few minutes... I must go put zhese notes avway" You merely nodded and watched as he walked off, taking a sip of water and munching on the bread. Henrik had walked back to the same room you both were just in and leaned against the wall, clutching his chest and taking some deep breaths "Okay... Just... Calm ze hell down... You've just been overvworking yourself... Zat's all... Heh, maybe I should have listened to ze ozhers vwhen I had ze chance" He chuckled to himself and walked over to the drawer, he then put all the notes he had wrote in there, he took another moment to compose himself before walking back out and checking on you, noticing you finished your food he smiled "Ah, vwas ze bread good?" You nodded at him and laid there on the counter, you were content and honestly comfortable around him now, he didn't seem so bad and he hadn't tried to hurt you yet, you heard what was presumably his phone make a noise and you watched as he checked it and the look on his face was a bit concerning... "What's wrong Hen? Ya look like you just saw a ghost..." Henrik then looked up at you "Um... V-Vwell... (Y/N)... I should probably tell you before zhey get here... I am, uh, not ze only vone who lives here... Zhere are ozhers but zhey are relatively friendly!" You took a moment to process that "...How...How many are there?" And before Henrik could speak, the door burst open revealing a BUNCH of others that... honestly looked similar to Henrik, and with that you immediately hid behind the nearest object, that was too many giants at once to deal with, you just couldn't... You knew if they were Henrik's friends then they most likely wouldn't hurt you, but still... Better safe than sorry, you heard one of them talking to Henrik himself and honestly the doctor didn't sound too thrilled. You knew that there was really no point in hiding, after all someone would find you back here, but honestly you didn't want to face all those people... You sighed and took a deep breath, you might as well just get this over with, besides you could hear Henrik announcing to the others that he had someone he wants them to meet, his tone sounded... strange as he announced this to the others in the room, oh well, you didn't question it too much, maybe he was just irritated with all the others suddenly bursting into the room, that even annoyed you honestly. You stepped from behind your hiding spot, and watched as Henrik pointed towards you, and then all of a sudden all heads turned towards you, which made you feel... Very uncomfortable, you stood there fidgeting with your fingers for a moment before Henrik came over and gently scooped you up "Try und relax, zhey vwon't hurt you, in fact zhey seem excited to meet you..." He walked back over and told the others to line up, they'd do this in a calm manner... One by one they all greeted you, first was the one in the snap-back cap, his name was Chase and he seemed pretty friendly, he even seemed fascinated with you! Next up was Marvin, he seemed to just be casual as if he's seen tiny folk before which, he probably has considering he was a real magician, either way he was nice too, next up was Jackie and he... He was a bit louder than you'd prefer but he was being relatively friendly so that counted for something, next was Robbie and you were immediately scared of him since he was a zombie but... He turned out to be... Adorable actually, he just wanted to cuddle you! Henrik of course didn't let him at the moment, he explained there was a few more others that needed to come up and greet themselves, the zombie pouted but he seemed to respect that and he waited on the couch, next was an... android? He stated his name was Bingsepticeye and went on to ask your name and a bit more information, after a few minutes of him... most likely processing that information, he walked off to the side, next up was a man covered in ink, he spoke in a thick irish accent and apparently his name was Shawn although he didn't... Seem very friendly, next was Jameson who was mute, he communicated through sign language or whiteboard and he seemed like a true gentleman. Next was... A less friendly looking person, honestly... You didn't think he was human, he had a deranged grin on his face as he stared down at you, Henrik immediately pulled you closer and glared at the being "...Anti... Don't even think about it..." So the... demonic being's name was Anti ...Sounds fitting enough, he only cackled as the doctor spoke "͞W̶̕ ̨̨͏e͜͞҉ ̶l͡ ̵̷̢l ̛ ́N ̸́̕o ͢͟w.͘.̕. Y͟ę̵ ͘se̕e̕͠m͘͜ ͘͡à͞w҉͟f̷u͏̴̸l҉ly̴͢ ̵̢͞pr̀o̕t̛͡ec̸t̛͜͠ive ̢o̵v͜er̵̸ ̸̴t̕͢hìs̴͟͠ oǹ̴̡e ͘d̡҉ ̴̧̛o̶̡̧ ̨́҉ç ̕t̢̕ ơ r.̴.. ́́S̸͟o͠ḿ̵́e҉t҉̸��h̡i̸ņ́' ̨s͟pe͏͏c͡i̵ąl͏̨ ̀͘b̷͟͝o͠u̵ţ͜ ̀t͡h͏̵͡i͘s̷ ̸́͢o͟͢͞n͠ȩ̀?͘" Oh God- his voice hurt your ears, it was so... Glitchy... The Doctor's glare only got more stern "Leave. Now." He spoke through gritted teeth. Anti let out another cackle "Ḩ̀͘ò͘w͞.̵͘͠.̸͘͜.̡ I͡nt͢͝e̶r͠ę̛sţ̶ín̛g҉..̸.̶҉" that was all that was said as he just disappeared, he didn't walk away, he just... Vanished, you shuddered, well that was unsettling... You looked at Henrik who sighed and looked down at you "I'm sorry mein Kleine... He's... Well... Himself, don't vworry though I vwill protect you from him..." Henrik seemed startled by... himself? He... Didn't say anything out of the ordinary besides something in German... He prayed you didn't understand what he said, which it didn't seem like you could... Henrik sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "I svwear... He is such a pain in ze ass... Oh, um... I believe Robbie vwas vwanting to cuddle vwith you... Do... Do you vwant to do zat? Or vwould you razher stay vwith me?" You thought for a moment, honestly Robbie was harmless... He just... Seemed like he wanted a cuddle buddy "Sure, why not, he seems like he could use a cuddle buddy, I'll be fine with him I'm sure" Henrik tried to keep a straight face as you spoke, something about that... bugged him, the fact you wanted to spend time with one of the others?! What was wrong with him?! "Alright, if you are sure..." He then handed you over to a rather eager Robbie, the doctor of course reminded the zombie to be extra careful with a tiny being which he seemed to understand and thus the cuddling began... Meanwhile... Henrik walked off to his room and slammed the door shut, he walked over and flopped down into his chair, sighing and rubbing his forehead "Vwhat ze hell is vwrong vwith me?! Vwhy am I acting zis vway... Vwhy... Over zhem? I don't understand zis feeling..." There was nothing but silence for a few moments before... A familiar chuckle echoed throughout the room "̧P͘ǫ̶͘or ͏D͠o̷҉c̢t͢o̢r̢͟,̀ ̕҉̕P̶͠o̶ǫ̴̕r ̢͝Doc̀̀͘t͢o҉͟r͜͢.̀̀̕.̴̵͞.́ ͏̷͘B͘e̢i̶͜͜n̷̡͢g̕ ͢͢d̶͡r͢҉i̴͘v͟͝e̵̢ņ̀ m̷ad ̢b̶̧́y ̶̶th̴i̢̡̧s҉ ҉ti̶͟n̵y҉͏̧ ̸̀͘s̨͘͞ ͞҉͠p̷ ę̢́ ̸̡̡c͏͘ ̶͘͜k҉͏.̴̕.̷҉̶.͢ ҉ ̵̧H̸̢m̴͘m҉.͢͜.̧͞. ̛͟͝Ì w͡o͡n̕der͡ w̢͜͝ ̛̀h͟ ̨y̛ ̷t҉̸͝h̨͟͠a̷̷͠t̸ ͠į́͞s̶̡?~̷̡̕" And Henrik grunted at the voice "Shut up Anti, go avway... I don't need you right now..." And with that, Anti suddenly appeared right in front of the doctor, bearing that same horrifying grin on his face as Henrik saw earlier "̷Y̡̕͡o͟u̧̨ ̛͡t́r͢͠u͏l͢͝y͏ ̴ar͘͠e̶ ̕͞p̛ ҉ą̸̛ ͢͏t̀͡ ͏h̷ ̸̕͢e̕ ͘t̛͢ ́i͟͡ ̶̨c͘, ́Hen̴͟r̛͞͝i҉̵͜k͡.̶.̀͘.̵͡ ̴̡C͏̵a̷n͟͝ ̷y͟҉ę ̢͜͟ŗe̕al͢l̶̨y ͝ǹ̶ó̶t̀ ͢͞t҉̨eļ̸͜l̡̀ w̡͢͢h͘͟a̕t̵̢ ͝t͟h̸̡̢i̵͏̡s̴͏ b̸̀ ̷̀ú͝ ŗ͘ ǹ͢͝ ì͜͡ ̛͡҉ǹ͢ ̨͜g..̡́.́͟ ̧͠D̀͘e͡ś̵ir̨͡͡e͡ ͞͞is̛͜ ̶y͏ȩ͜ ̡f̸e͝͝e̴ĺ ̴͘w͟i̡͢t̡͘h͞҉įn̵͞? ͝..͘͢.̷̨Y͡é̡ ̵͢w͝a̴n̵͏t҉ ͏t̶ḩ̷e̴m̀,̴̨ ̵y҉́͟è͢ ͘n͡ ̸͞e͢͞ ̴̀͢e̢ ̀ḑ̢͠ ҉̢t̸h̀eḿ͞҉..̴̢͡.̢ ͟͞Yȩ ̨"̀l̶͞o͘͘v̶҉è̴͜"̸̨ ̸̢͢t͟͝h̕e҉͡m̧.̷͜͠.̵̵͞.̧̛͜" After hearing what Anti said, this made Henrik laugh "Zat is ridiculous! It hasn't even been zat long ago vwe met! Und besides vwhat vwould YOU know about love in general?" This only made Anti's grin widen "͡͠T̷̵̛e͏͟͏ll̵̴ ͏̶m͘e̷̶̛ ̡͝҉s̨҉o̴̷met҉̡̀ḩ͟ì͟n̨g ͘͡Doct͠ó͜r̵̶.̴̀.̵͢.̷ ̴̸͡H̸̷o̶͜͝w ̀͢w͞o͝ul͞d̛́ y̡͟e̕ fe̴ȩl͝҉ if͢ ̷̀͢t̸͠͠h̸͠e̡y ͏w҉͞e͜r̶e oh͘͠͞ ͘I̢͜ ̴d̡̧o͡͞n͏̡'̀t̡̕͜ ̷k͟n̸̷o̸w̵͏̸.͞.̀͜͡.̵ ̷͘͏i͝͞n̴̢ ̛ļ͞o̷͞v̢é͢ ͜w̨̛i̵̴t҉́͜h́ ͘a̶n҉̷̕ot̸̴̨h̀e͝r ͏e͢͡g̷̨͝o͡?̢͜ ̛҉O͏҉r͜.̕.̀͜. ̧Or̢̨,̷ ͜if̛ t̴͢h͟e͝ỳ̧ ͞w͏͞ere̷̴ ̶t̨̛͟o҉̀ ̶ǵe̛ţ ̡̕͟h̵u͏̛͞rt̸ ͟͝o͢r ͜w̷̴o̕͜r͘ś҉ȩ̕, ͟͟k̸̨͜ ̧̕͝í͡ ͘͜ĺ ̵̕͞l̴͞ ̶̧e ̡̧d̵҉?̸̵ H̛o͘w̨ ̧w̴͢ó̕u͝͝l҉d͟ ̢͞͠s̶͜om̛͞e҉t̡h̕in͢͝g̴̛͡ ͏͘l̷̛i҉̵͜kè̕͞ ̨̢͢th̸̨͞a̢͞t ͡m̀a̕҉k҉̴e̢ ͞͏y̵̢͟ȩ̴ ̸̡f̸̴͠e̡͢͠èl̡͘̕?͞" Henrik immediately stood up and pulled out a scalpel, holding it towards Anti "I don't think I like vwhat you are implying zhere... If you hurt zhem in any vway...  I'll k i l l you..." Of course, that didn't bother Anti, if anything that made him excited "̛͝W͏̸́e͜͢ĺ͠l̷ ̷̀n̵͡o҉͞w͝.͏́́..͘͜͢ ͡Ye̷̢ ҉̀h̴͜a̸͠v͏e̛͜n͠͞'̧t҉͘ ͞҉t͢͜h҉̴r̵e͞͏à̛t̵èn͞e̵ḑ̸̶ ͘m̴͠e̶ ̕͡l̛͝i̶̕͡k̢e̶͞ ̢t͠ ͘͟h͏ ̶a͏ t̸̕ ͠i͞͞n̴ a̸͜w̷͝h͏͝҉i͢l̨͘͡ę͞͏.̢..̸̕ Y̕͞e̡ ̡m͟u̴̸҉s̕ţ͘ ̵c͏a͝r̷̛e̛͝͠ ̴̛a̴͢ ̀g͝ ͡͡r͞ e̴͜͠ ą̸̕ ̷̡̀t͘͟ d͝ę̧̨a͜͏̵l ̴̛f̵̢ȩ̕͞r̡ ͡t̨͜h̢̀i̢s̸.͢͡͏..͘͞͝ ̨I̢̡nś͢i̧g̢̀̕n̕i͞f͏̵͠ic̢a͏̢͞n̸͢҉t̸̵͢ ͜s̴̀p͡҉ec͠k.͜͡..̵̨ ̴̢́H͢ó̡w̡̧̨ ̀͜a̧͝b̷ou̡t̕ w̷͟͜é͡ ̡́m̸̀a̵k̴e̷ ̕͠͡a͞�� ̵͞ḑ̶ ̸͜e ̛͘a҉̶ ́l̕͡,̢͘ d̨̛e̶͜a̵̕r͢͢ ҉d̷̕o̷̢çto̡r̕?͏ ̡́W̵͞h̴̕a̸t ͘d̶̛o̷͘ ̧y̵̷e͘͟͜ ̧s̕͜͡ą̴́y?̶ ́̀͠W͘i҉̨l͏̢ĺ͞ ͡y̸͟͠e̵ ͝͞hȩa͡҉̕r̛͏ me̸̶̛ ò̶̴u̸t̢͠?" The Doctor rose a brow "...I vwill listen, however don't expect me to accept a n y deal zat comes from ze likes of you..." Anti approached forwards towards the doctor, not seeming to mind that he still had the scalpel out and pointed directly at him. "͘͡D̢òc̡͟t̨̛͞or.͡.͏. ͝҉Y͞e ͟w͟͡҉a͜nt̴ ͞t̶̷h̶̀̕e̶m͜,̕ ̵d̛͘͠o͏ń͠'͏̸t ̵y̸̡e̴͏͝?͘͘ ̛͞Y͘e̶'̡d̨ ̷d̷̵̨o̕ a ̀͜ņ̛ ͢͠ỳ ̛͘t̀ h̴̶̢ ҉̨i҉ n̡͘ ̨͘͡g ̸͏t͟͢͠'̕ ̡g͘e͡҉̶t͞͠҉ ̶҉t̸̛h̸e͢͡m ̧͠i̸̡ǹ ̸͘͞yé̛̕r ģ̶rà͟sp̀.̴̡͟.̧͝.̢ ̨̛͡W̢̛o̢͟u̕͠l͞d̷ ̵̛͠ye͟ ņ͢o̶ţ̀͡?̶͝ ̸̕Į̴ ̴̀c͡͏a҉ņ ͘ǵ͝ȩ̵t t̨he͏̸͝m.̸.. ̵̨N͢͠ó̢t̡ ̷͜͞f҉e̷͞͏r̴ m͝y͝͡s̸ȩļ̀f͘,̧ ̨́̕bu͢͝͡t͏̸̸ f͢ę͜r̛͝ ͞y̨̕ ͜͞ó̶̢ ̴u̧...̢ ̵A̵͞ll ͝y͘͜a̸͡ ͘͠g̵ơ̧t͠t͝a̧ ҉d͝ơ ͜͞i͠s h̕͜e͞l҉p̷̸ ͏me͘ ͞ǫ̸u̕͝t̨̀͟ ̸w̶̢̛it̶̨h͞ ͞a ̢͠l̢i̴͝͠t͜t҉̛͞le.͘.̸̷́.͏̵͢ ̸͠͞'̢̛P̨ ͟҉̷r̷̷ ͏͝o̡͢ ̶̀͝j ͘e̢̨͡ ̸̴c̀҉͏ ̀t̴'̴ ̵̨̀ó̷f̶ ̷͘s̸͡o͝r̴͘t҉̶̢s̀.̢͘.̴.̴̡~̴͏" Anti's grin got impossibly wider, watching Henrik's face twist in disgust "No! I vwould NEVER help you... Because I know vwhat your up to... You vwant to hurt ze ozhers in some vway, you are sick in ze head if you EVER think I vwould help ze likes of you vwith something like... like that!" The glitch demon merely shrugged and laughed "̵͘Su̴͟͡it̸͜͞ ̴͏̷y̷҉é̴r҉́s̡͟e̶͜l͞f̷͠.̸͡.͘.̛" And with that, he was gone... Finally... Henrik sighed in relief, he was glad the other was gone "Vwhy... Vwhy does he do zis stupid Scheisse..." He looked down at the scalpel and threw it down, although Anti did have a point... He rarely ever threatened the glitch demon with such as that... He just, needed to ignore Anti's game, all he was trying to do was trick him into helping with whatever evil scheme he had planned, he immediately walked out of his room and back into the living room, looking around for any sign of you and Robbie, he didn't see the both of you and he immediately began to worry, he walked back towards Robbie's room and cracked the door, what he saw inside honestly almost melted his heart. Robbie was showing you all the drawings he had made and the stuffed animals he had, so far it sounded like he was calling off their names, he then got to talking about this recent drawing he did... "Thiissss isss Sheeeppp..." And you rose a brow "Why does it have a lab coat and glasses on?" Robbie blinked and looked down at you "Becaaussee Sheeeppp has theemmm..." And then it clicked with you "Ohh! Its Henrik! As... As a sheep" Robbie seemed thrilled you got it right and he nodded "I haaaven't shoownnn hiimmm yeettt... So noo tell... Pleeease...?" You could only chuckle at that and pat his arm "Your secret's safe with me bud" Henrik then stepped into the room and Robbie scrambled to hide the drawing, giggling a little bit as he did so, you looked over and gave the doctor a wave, he waved back and smiled "Ah, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" Robbie shook his head "Nope! Jussst taallkiingg... withhh... (Y/N)... Sh-Sheeeppp! I maadee youu sommeethiiingg!" The Doctor would play along with this, he rose a brow and looked curious "Oh? Und vwhat vwould zat be?" And with that being said, Robbie pulled the drawing out and held it out so Henrik could take it if he needed "Isss... Yoouu!" Henrik took the drawing and his smile grew even bigger "Aw! Robbie zis is vwunderbar!" That made the zombie tilt his head "Vwoonddderrr baarrrr...?" Ah, that was right- Robbie didn't really understand these kinds of words, he could slightly imitate them however "It means ze drawing is vwonderful! I love it Robbie!" He walked closer and pulled the zombie into a hug, being mindful since he was still holding you, the zombie hugged back with one arm, and then pulled back, he realized what the doctor might be in here for "Do youuu waanntt (Y/N) baackk...?" His tone sounded a bit like a whine, he was trying to hide it but Henrik knew, he didn't really wanna give you back... Why... Why did that make him angry? Robbie... liked tiny things, especially tiny folk, they fascinated the undead ego... So of course he wanted to hold you for awhile, because that's how Robbie is, he wants friends... He absolutely loves socializing and yet... It made Henrik angry, he wanted you... All to himself, no one else getting in the way... No other competition, no one could be in his way... He needed you, only his... "Henrik? Henrik?! Are you, are you alright?" Suddenly, your voice and Robbie's whimpering seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, he looked down at the paper in his hands and realized he had almost crushed it completely, his eyes widened and he looked at Robbie "Diidd... Did Robbieee saaay someethiingg wrrooonggg...? Sh-Sheeepp upsseetttt w-wit....Wiittthh Robbieeee...?" Henrik immediately shook his head and fixed the paper in his hands "No, no! I'm not mad vwith you Robbie, I... I suppose its just... been a stressful day... Zhat's all, vwork must have... Must have gotten to me... I'm sorry Robbie" The zombie merely smiled, he tried to make a stern expression, almost like Henrik would do but... The Doctor... Just couldn't take it seriously, it took every bit of his willpower to not laugh at that "Sheeeppp... Overrrworrrkk baaaddd.... Chaaseee... Tooldddd youuu abooutt ittt... So diddd all of the ottherrrrss..." The Doctor sighed and nodded "You are right... I have been overvworking ...again..." Robbie patted him on the shoulder and stood up "Itt... Okaayy... Youu caaann do betterrr... I knooww ittt... Jusss... Reelaaxxx... Taake... Brreaaak everrry onnce in awhile..." This made the doctor smile "I vwill, I... I promise..." And then you were handed back to Henrik "Herrre... (Y/N) Go with dooccc... R-Robbieee... sleeepyyy..." He yawned, and Henrik couldn't help but chuckle, that was a sign it was Robbie's nap time, he placed you on his shoulder for a few moments, and as Robbie hopped back into bed and got into a comfortable position, Henrik gently tucked him in as if the zombie was his own son, you smiled at that, it was... Cute. Robbie smiled and snuggled into the covers, cuddling one of his stuffed animals close, he let out a final yawn before drifting off to sleep, Henrik then quietly stepped out of his room and closed the door as gently as he could, he then stepped away from the room and back into his lab "Ah, zhere vwe go... So, did you und Robbie have fun?" Henrik was holding you once again, he seemed to like holding you, you then looked up at him and nodded "Yep! He's pretty nice to be a zombie honestly... He's got a lot of stuffed animals and drawings too, it felt like an hour or more of him just calling the names of the toys off to me" You and Henrik both chuckled in unison "Ah, yes, Robbie does love his stuffed toys und drawings..." You cleared your throat before speaking "I've noticed that you treat him like a son" Henrik nodded "Very much so, he is just like my son in a vway... He has zis childlike mentality und you just can't help but get attached to him, after of course you learn he vwon't hurt you, sometimes... He doesn't like being a zombie because zhen people are automatically afraid of him, he just vwants friends und family truth be told" You nodded "...Poor guy... Sounds rough for him..." You knew that it was only natural to be afraid of a zombie, but most people would run from him before he could explain he doesn't want to hurt them, that thought made you frown... You wished you could help Robbie in some way, but it seemed honestly impossible, there... Wasn't really a cure for being a zombie, or not one that you knew of, to you of course Robbie was fine just the way he is, you just wanted a way for him to make friends easier. Henrik looked at you, seeming to notice the frown on your face "Vwhy don't vwe just take a break for ze day und relax awhile, Ja? After all, ze ozhers must be busy und it has been a razher long da-" Before Henrik could finish his sentence, the door flung open "Doc, uh... We have a little situation! Ya might need to come and help out" It was Chase, and he looked fairly concerned, the doctor sighed and set you down and then pointed to Chase "Stay here, vwith zhem und I'll go check it out, I assume its Anti, correct?" Chase could only nod, and Henrik seemed to look even more irritated than usual "I svwear... I am going to strangle him at zis point... He's such a nuisance" And with that, the doctor walked out, leaving you and Chase alone, he sat down on the bed and looked over at you. "So... How are ya doin kiddo?" You could tell Chase was, well, trying to make some small talk, you might as well talk to him while he's in here "I'm doing fine, how about you?" Chase merely shrugged "Eh, I'm... Fine, Anti's been causing me some trouble lately, but he's always causing trouble throughout the household, he's been... Extra troublesome as of late, but... Usually Henrik can solve that issue pretty fast!" You nodded at his words "Yeah... He does seem very troublesome... I can't imagine how it feels to deal with that on a day to day basis" Chase sighed and remained quiet after that, you both sat in silence for the longest time... "Huh, that's... strange... Henrik should've been back by now, he's had long enough to deal with Anti, surely" He looked towards you and held his hand out "You mind?" You shook your head "Go ahead, I'm... Kinda worried about him, who knows what Anti's capable of..." You let him scoop you up and then he was off for the living room, the last place he saw Anti, and upon getting in there, he saw Anti and... Shawn going at it, honestly that doesn't surprise Chase a bit that they began fighting, he spotted Henrik trying to break it up between them, and he looked very close to a breaking point, Chase decided it wasn't best to disturb them three, especially not with you in hand, he looked over and saw Jackie, Marvin, Jameson, and Bing trying to get away from the chaos at hand, he decided he'd join them which they honestly didn't seem to mind, once they finally got to Jameson's room, they could relax, it was always the most peaceful and quiet in JJ and Robbie's rooms. Chase looked over at Jackie who was leaning against the wall, crossing his arms "So, what happened? How did they just suddenly get into a fight? Lemme guess who threw the first punch... Shawn?" Jackie glanced over at Chase and nodded "Oh yeah, I mean... The things Anti said to him, I would've winded up punching him too..." Jackie scoffed, and Chase only sighed "Why can't he leave everyone alone for once? He's so annoying" He grumbled and Jackie nodded "I could teach him a lesson, I will one of these days I swear it!" Jackie slammed his fist into his other hand, Marvin walked over and put his arms around Jackie "Now now... Take it easy Jackie, we still don't know what he's fully capable of..." That made Jackie turn to Marvin "It's not fair! Its fucking bullshit! I just want him out of our lives, all he does it make it a living hell for all of us!" Jameson snapped his fingers to grab their attention and then began to sign 'Do you fellows want some tea while we wait for them to settle their differences?' Jackie and Marvin nodded, Bing was merely standing in the corner of the room, he looked as if he was a statue, Jackie then looked towards you "Oh by the way, where did you even come from? It's rare we ever see civilians like yourself ....And by that, I mean I and most of the others have never seen someone like you" You blinked and looked up towards Jackie "I... I mean... I didn't really have a proper home before, and I just... Got a notice on my phone of this doctor who wanted to do a study on tiny subjects without the harmful stuff, I... was a bit cautious at first but after the tests and such, it wasn't as bad as I expected, and he was really nice to me!" Jackie seemed to nod at that "Well, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you want! Don't worry about Anti, we'll take care of him, he won't hurt'cha! Not while Jackieboy-Man's around!" The hero then flexed which caused Marvin to chuckle. You and the others chatted for a long while, all while drinking the tea Jameson had made, he poured some in a tiny teacup which he just happened to have, it must've been a decorative thing, but at least he has use for it now! Meanwhile Henrik had just finished up dealing with those two nuisances, he had finally managed to pry Shawn off of Anti, who was cackling in an unsettling manner as the other kept beating him up, now, Shawn might have been stubborn and would rarely listen to anyone aside from JJ, but he would listen to the doctor for sure, maybe it was the look Hen usually gave to the others? ...Nah, it had to be something else, maybe Shawn just had common sense. Henrik then pushed Shawn aside and pointed to the toymaker's room "Get in zhere und cool off fo' avwhile" It seems like Shawn was about to open his mouth and speak but Henrik cut him off "You don't have to say it, I know, Anti is ze vworst... He can be v e r y irritating, trust me, I know zat, just go und relax, do vwhatever helps you calm down und if you need any help you know vwhere to find me" Shawn merely nodded and went into his room, slamming the door shut behind himself, and with that Henrik walked away, watching as Anti crossed paths with him, he stopped the other for a moment "Anti, you are on thin fucking ice today, I svwear... You are being vworse zhan usual" Anti merely chuckled "̶͘I ̴́kn̶͘͜ò͠w͘,́͠ ̶̛͢i̧̛ts҉̛͢ ̵̨̕b̢͡e͝͡c͝a͠us̴e͘͜͠ ͏҉S̕há̸w̴n͟'͟͢ş̨ ̵̨҉s͞o ̡̛e͠ ̢a̧ s ̡͝y͟ t̡'̵ ̀ų̴̡p̧҉s̴͝ę̸͢t̡͟,͟͝ ̸͡͝h͏é͟'̧̀s͟ ̧̨a̴c̷͘͘t̀́͞u͡aĺ͞l̷͞҉y̡ ͜͡ţ̸͡h͘e͘͟ ̧ea͢s͟ies̛̀t̢́ ̀͠t'̧ ̢̢͞p͘͏i͠s̛͏s̢ ͘͠o͠͡͞ff̨͡͡~̷̢ ̷Ą͟nd̀̕ ̛͠b̷̕͢ỳ̨͜ t̛h̴'̨̡ ̛̕w͠a̡̨y̴͘͟,̴͠ ͜͞ye k͢͢ņ͢͝ò̀ẁ̷ ̷͝m͏̀͘y̸̢͢ ͠o҉f̵̴̡f̶̵͢e͡r̷ st̴ill̢ ̡s̶͢ta̶͝n̨͞ḑ̵s̸~̨̧ ̴̨I̵ ̷͢k̶n̷̸o̴̕͞ẃ ̨́y͘e̡ ͜͟͠s̀͏͏ti҉l͜l͞͠ ̛w͢͞a̴n̡͏t҉́͞ ̀ţ̸̛ḩe̸̛͜m͠͝ ̡̛a͞ĺl̶̕ ̵t̴'͘̕ ̶͏y̵͡er̛s̷͞e̴̶l̀f̢ ͟H̷̀e͞n͏́r̸̶i̕͠k,̵̴ s̛͡t̵̀o҉̀ṕ ̷̵̛r͘é̕s͞i͏͜͠st͠i͟ǹg͞ ̀t̨h̛a̧t͟ ͝͠fé͢e̛l̵̛i̛̛n͘ģ̵̀.́.̷̕.͜͝"͘ Henrik rolled his eyes "Not a fucking chance, now drop zat bullshit Anti... I vwill not make a deal vwith ze likes of you..." Anti rose a brow, his grin then widened and he grabbed Henrik by the arm "̛҉Ŗe̴͟͡al̷̨͠l̸y̶̛ ̨͟͠n҉́ò̧̕ẃ?̶̨ L̶̛e̴͟t̕̕͠'̸̀s ̧̨̀s̨̨͡ee̢ ̴̴̢h͜ò͢w͢ ̵̡͟y͟͠er ͏fe̕e͏ļ͏͢i̕n'̛̛ ̴a͝ft͘er҉̢ ҉͟I ͟s̛͡h́̀o͟w ͢͏y̛̛͢è̴͟ ̴̀some̵t̕h̛͝in̛͟'́͝.̕͝.͏̢͜.̀"͏ Anti then glitched them near the rooms, chuckling at Henrik's expression, before he turned towards Jameson's room... He brought Henrik close to the door which was slightly cracked "͡'̛L̡͝ ͜o͘͡ ̨o̸ ̵k̢͢͝.͟.͏̨.̸͞"̶͡҉ He whispered, making the doctor raise a brow but he did so nonetheless and his eyes widened upon looking into the room, he saw you, with the others giggling away, you looked so h a p p y with the others... You were all giggling away and the others were just... Too close to you for Henrik's comfort, this made Anti's grin widen. "̡̕Lo͏̢͞ǫ̶k h̀o̕w̨҉ ҉m̡͏u͝ć̨́h̶͞͏ ͝f̵͟ừ̷n t̀ha͠͡t̴͝͝ ̧͘͢l͏̵͘i͏ţ̷͝t͠l̸e̴̷̸ ́͝͠s ͠p ͟ę͝ ̶̷͜c̵͘ ̷̵̧k̶ ̸͢i̸̕̕s̵ h̀͜à͏v̡̧͝i̵͡ń̴͠g̶̕͝ ̢ẃ̢͝i̸͢͝t̛͡h͞out̴͘͟ ye̵.̴́҉.͏́.̢̨ ̵͟L̶̀o̷o̡k͘ ̷͢at͏̵͞ ͘͟͢h̛o̷̡ẃ̶̸ ̢͘m̸̵͢ų̀c͠h ̸̷t̸h̢̛͟ei͘͟͜r̛ ̧̧b̢͜҉o͠͡n̡͢dį̷́ǹg̡͢ ̷̢͜wi҉̸̛t̸h͡ ͜t͢͏h̴̛'͡ ҉̸o͢҉t̴̡͘h̵͜e͟͢ŗ̵s҉҉̵.̛͢.̛.̴͠ ͟͡A̷̧ņ҉' ̴̷͞y͞a̵̡͘ ḱn̵ow̵̵��.̕.͟͡.̛͝͡ ̧͠C͡͡h̛as̶͘e̵ ̡͠͡śe̛ȩ͘ms̀͜ ̕͟f͏̨ ̢a̵̶͢ ̸̢i ҉r ̀l ̴̧̧y ͏̧a̧̛͘tt̴͏à̴͝c̷̢h́e͝d̶͜ t̨'̷҉͟ ̴͜t̨he̡m̵ ̷͝a͝l̵̡read҉͞y̵, ̷̛n҉o̸҉̵w̡ ̸̡͝h̛o͏w̢̢͠ ҉d͞o̡͟e͠s̀͜ ̢̢t̵̕ ̷h́ ̷̀i̸̴͜ ̶҉̢s̸͟ ̢m͞a͜k͘ȩ̀ ̶̧̨ye̷ ̷͞f̕ee̸l̢ ̢̧͢ ͝H̡e҉ńrik̷̀͝?̕͝"́ Anti watched as Henrik's expression shifted into one of... Anger, mixed in with several other emotions as well, this delighted Anti, especially when he saw the doctor's frown turn into a large grin "Th͜͠e͏r̡̕͡e ̀͟ýe͞͏ ̀͘͠g̴ơ̧..҉̀̕.̛̀ ҉Gì̡͞v̵̷e̷ ̨́i͢n̵̕t̷o ͞ţ͡͞ho͠s̷̸e̸͡ ̵͢w̧͘ ̛̕r ҉e̡ ͟t̴͢ ̨ç͏ ͜͞h̵͢͟ è̶͝ d f̷̢̡e͘elì̕n̷̛͜g͝s̀ ͟o̧͠f̡̀ ̸ye̸r̢͏s.̢҉..͠ ͏̀Y͏̀ȩ̸͡ ̸̷͠k҉̨n͞o̴͠w͏̡̡ ҉̨w̶h̵͘͟a̴t ͞I̵͝'́d ͠sa̴̴̧y̴̶ ̨a̡̛͘b̴̸͡oư̷t͘ ̧̕͝t̨hì͠s̡ ͏s̴̢ì͢t̷͜u҉͘͝a̡͘͜t͢i̛on?̴" Henrik looked at Anti and rose a brow "Und just vwhat vwould zat be?" Anti snickered and looked at the doctor, malicious intent written all over the glitch's face. "͞I̸̧͘'ḑ ̢͡s̵͞ay̴.͏̛.. ̸t̛h͏̡̨ąt͜..̡.͡ ̴̶͡T̢́̕h̛͝é̵y͢ ͢l ̵o̴̶̧ ̧́v̛͢ ̧͘e̸̴̷ ̷t̷̨h̵e̢͜͜ ǫ̷̷t̶͢he̵͟ŕs̛ ̨͟o͟v̶̨e͠͝r̛͜ yér҉se͞l̸͠͝f̴̢҉..̧͡.̡̛̛ ̴̕Th́͟͜'̴̡͞ ͏̸o̕͡t̸͟h̛͡҉e͘͝r͠s̵ ̢͜a̡͘͡ŗ̴e̵ ҉͏í̸n͏ ̡҉t҉̡h'͘͠ ̶͞͞w̶á͜y̴̢ ͝ó̶f͝͞ ̵̛y̡͡e̴҉ ̶͡͏t̵w̡͡ó͢..̵̨̢.̷͘ ̷H ̶͝o̷̵̡ w̷ ̢͢͝e̶͢͡ ̡͜͝v́ ̡é̴͞ ̨̀͜ŕ̵.̡͠.̛.̛͞ I̢͡ ca̛ņ͜ ̀͞h͜e̡͝lp̛ y̸̕͡e,̛ ́̕͝Ì̕ ҉̢h̴̨̧a̛v҉e̸͠ ̷n͘o̕͝ ̵͠in̵te̸̵͡ŕès̵t̢ ́ín͢͞͝ ̕g̢͡ęt͝ţi̶n̛͞g̴̷ ̸̡i͟͟͞n̕҉͜ ̨҉y͜͏e̸ŗ̀ ̧͠w̴̶͡ay̶̛.̢.͝.̨͝ ̸̧I̧͜ ̴c̷̕͢a̴̶͡n ͘͜ho͏we̵͟v̴͢e͟͟r̸̢ ̷̶͘g̡̨ę̵̷t͜ ̛t̢͏h'̴͠ ͝o͡tḩ̀é̛r̸s ͜o̵ut̶̢͢t̛́͠a̴ ͢t̸͢͡h͝'͠ ͘͞ẃ̸a̧y̵͢͠ ̴f̸̨͘ ̡e ͏̵r͏͜ ̸̕y̶e.͠͞.̀.͏͠ ̕͘I ͟j̸u̕͠s̨̛t̷̛ ̸̡n̨̛͟éed̀̕ ̶͠y͠e͢r̡ ̷h̢è͘͜l͘p̸ t'́ do҉̸͝ ҉̷ś̡̀o,̶̛͏ ̵w͡h̴a̢t҉ ͜d͠҉͝o ̀͜y̡a ̵̕s͢ay͟ ̶á̸b̵o̵u̷̕t ͜t̵͘h̷͡a̢t n͡o̷̕w?̢͘͠ D͜ó̧ ̛w̧͝e͞ ̢hav̨͘e͝ a̛͏͡ ̧d̕ea̢͜l? ̧͜Y͡͠e̕ ̧͏͟h̷͢͠e̕͞ļ́͢p ̢m̶̡̨è̕ ̛́͜"͜҉k̛͏͟e̸͘e͠p̧̨ ̧̧͘t͠h̵͠͠è̀̕ ͠o̸͝t͢h̶̀͡é͡r ̴e҉̵go̴̴̕s̷̛͡ a͠t̀̕͞ ̶b͝a͝y"͞͠ ̛̀a̵n̸d̴̨͜ ̕͠I͞'͘l͞l͜ ͝͡g͘͜e̸̢t ͏̴̛t̀͝h̵͜a̢͟t͡ l̨ì̧tt́ĺ̷ȩ̨̛ ̸͝s͡ ̷̀p ͡ȩ͞ ̴́c͡ ̨͠k͏́ ̴f͞e͠r͝ ͢y͏̸a͏̷, ̷ho̴̕ẁ̴̸'̸̀s̷̷ ̸̨t̀͘h̴̢a̴̧t̛ ̴̡s҉͏ò̵ù̀́n͜d͢?̢" Henrik took a moment before his grin widened "Yes, yes... Anything... I'll do a n y t h i n g to get my precious little (Y/N)... I need zhem... Get. Ze. Ozhers. Avway. From. Z h e m... Only mine... Only mine..." He kept repeating 'Only mine' over and over for a few minutes which only made Anti cackle, he then grabbed Henrik by the coat and glitched away with him, into the doctor's lab. Henrik rose a brow "Vwhy are vwe here? I just vwant my sweet little Schatz... In ze palm of my hands...!" Anti continued his cackling spree as he walked over to the various test tubes and medicines that were strewn about "̛͏̡N͡o̵҉w̶̕ no̕͏̢w̵̨͢ d̴҉è͘͞a̕͝͡ŗ̀ ̵̵d͏͟͡óc҉t͟͝o͜͟͞r͜҉̵.́̕.̷҉.̕̕͢ ̨Y͏e̴'̀l̶l̵͘ ̸̨g̷e͞t͘͞͞ ̷͘t͏h̢͜e̛̕m̨.͞.̨.͘ ͢S̷̴ ̷̨͢o҉ ̴̸o̴͞ ͏̧ņ͘͝.̧..̷҉ Ì ̷͡w̧a̸̶͝n̶t͏̴̕ ̴y̛o͢͠u̡ ̧͏t́͜͢ǫ̴ ͢͝dru̸g҉͝ ͠t̷̕he̵̸͝ ̸͠ơ͘t̴͟h̶̡e̸͢r̸̷҉ ̸̡e̛g͜o̷̕s̕.̡͘.̷͏.̡ ̧I ̛n͞e̡e͘d́ ̀͠t̀͜hę͜m̸ ̛o̵ú̵t ̵͡͝c҉o͏҉l͜d̢̨͜.́͠.̨̛́.҉͜͝ ̡͡Ĺe̡͟͞t̷'͏s̴̢ ͞͏͜s̵̨t҉̴a͠͏̴r͟͞t̕͜҉ ̕͟w̢̛i͜t̕h̀.̢..̛͞.̷͠ ̛C̴̢ ̴h̷ ͟a ́̕s͡ ͜͞ȩ͝.͟͟.͘.̛ ͘H̸̀͞e̛ ̸̀͞w̸̡͜o̸̧n͏̢'̛t́͠ ̷͟b̸e͢͜ t̷҉҉o̧͝o͢ ͝͞t̨͟r̨͢o̴ú͢͝b͠͝l͞e̷s̷̶̨o͝m̛͞ę̸ ̛t̵̛o͜͞ ͝d͝eal̷ ̢͘ẁ̶i̵̷̛th̡͢ ͠í̕n҉͠ ̧t̛͟͠h̨̨e̢ ̴̴͢l̀͟ong̷̛͝ ̸̸r͏̵ù̀n͢.̸̛͟.͏.̸ ̷̛Jac̸k̴͢͝i̕͢é͡ ͘a̵͘n̢d̸͜ ҉M̡á͢r̴҉v̸́ì͠҉n̨͞ ͘a͞re͜ ́ģ̷̷o̴̷in̨̡͏ģ͠ ̨tó̵ b͏e ̶a ģreat̸̡̕ ͞d̵̴e̢a͠l̢̀ ̵̀͠o̢͜f̷ ҉tro̵͡u̶͝b͢l̕é̴͟ ̢f҉o҉̵҉r̶͜ ̶͡u̧̢͠s̷̕ ̢͠He̛͘ń̡͜r͘i̛k̀̕.͢.̶̶́.̕ ͝T̴̷̢hey̛'̴͜l̶̵l e̢̡s̸̢̀p͝e͟ci̡̛á̢ll̀́y̴ ẁ͞i̷̸̕n͢҉̴d͡ ͟up͠ ̷g̴̨et̕t̵̨iǹg i̸̧n҉͡ ͢͡t͝h͘͠e͏̵̛ ͞͠w̶͘a̵͜y̨͠͏ ͝o̧f̶̶ ̵̶̀y͜o̵͝ur̶ ̨͠'͟l̡͞o͘v̷e̢͢'̷͞.̵.̴.̢̛ ̴͏H́o͢w͡èv̵e̷r̢͘ du̴ȩ̸ ̸̶͟t̨̛'̴̧͘ ̕͢J̢̛a̡ćk̢i̴̷e's̀ ̕su̡p͟e̶͏r̨̡h́er̴̶̀o̕͠͝ ͡s͟t̷͝r҉̵e̸̛n̸̨g̴t͞h ̶͞a̵n̴ḑ̴ Ma̴̧͟rvi͝n̸͠'̀͠s̢ ͠m̡a͝gic̵̕.̨̧.̧̨.̸̕͡ We̛'͝҉͢l̶̢l̴͞ ͡n̢e̡e͞d̶͠ ҉t͠͡'̧̡ ͝d͡o̶͞ ̡̡m̸̕o̡͏r̴̕͜e t̛́h̵͞a̶ń͘ ̧j̢͝us͡҉ţ̴ ̨͠ḱ̷͢ńo͘͞c̷̕͘k͡ ̸́t͠͝h̸͢e͘͝҉m ̸̢̕ơ̕͏ut̡.̧̀..̡̧͘ ̷Ańd͠͏ ̕͞I̷͏͏ ķ̷ǹ̵o͟w͢ ͡j̨͜ ̛u̷̡ ̨́͏s͏ ̸͠t̷͝҉ ̸́͝w͏h̢̧͘a̷͘t̀ ̷t͝'͜͝ ̴͘do.̛.̕.͢͟" His cackling got louder and glitchier, Henrik didn't really care what his plan was, all he knew is that he wanted you... He n e e d e d you... And nothing would get in his way, not even the others... Anti picked up one of the test tubes and examined it closely before turning his attention back to Henrik "͠W̴̢e͟͝ļ̀ĺ, ̀let̛͢͢'̧͜s̸̸ ̸̷͜ǵet̀͘͡ t̛o̷ ҉ì̴҉t!̷̡͠ Í̢ ͜͟a̡͘̕ś̸͟su͜me̶ ̴͢a̧͜t̸̨ l̡͟͝eas̵t ̵́o͏͏̸ ̴̛n͘ e̢̕ ̸̕͝o̴f͜ ͜͢t̨͠hese w̷i̴̕͟l͟l͠ ̸͢k̀͜ǹ̸́ơćk ̀s̀͢͡o͡me͘on͡é̸ ̶̡͞ou͞t͟"̷ The Doctor merely nodded and walked over, picking up a few tubes of the substance and grabbing a few syringes, making Anti raise a brow "̵Wh͏y̸̧͘ ̡d̵͝o̵ ̷͝y̴͏ȩ ̶n̕͝ę͜è̷d͢ à̛ll̨ ̛̛t̶҉h̡͜o̴͠s̷̸é ̵̨sy̷͠ŗi͏̢n̶̢̢g͘es҉?̷̧͟ ͝Y͏ę͡r̷ ̧Ļ̛IT̶́́Ȩ̢R͞À͟L̢L̢̕͟Y̷̨ ̵g̨̕͝ơi̷ǹg͞ ̛͡t̀ớ͢ ̧̧̢b̧͝e̶ ̵͞d͏̸̡r̀͟u̴̵gg̶͜i͏n̢͞g̕͢ ̸́ś͟òm҉̸ȩ̶̀o͟͞͝n҉̢e͘͟" Henrik scoffed and stared Anti down "Vwell using ze same syringe is unsanitary, I at least vwant to keep things sanitary vwhile doing all zis bullshit" Anti rolled his eyes at that, thinking it was pointless but he didn't have time to sit here and argue with the doctor "̷̀͜W҉h҉̕a̶̡te̶͞v̨̧͝e͞r ̷f̸l͟͟o̕͜a̴͝t̀҉s ̴͝y̸ȩ̵̧r̢̡ ͝b̨̢͏o͞a̕͡t̕" Anti walked over to the door and into the hallway, watching Henrik closely just to make sure he doesn't get any ideas of using that drug on him, he then pointed towards Chase's room "Ḩ͜e͡͞ ̸s͞h͟͡o̶͞ú̴͟l͏̷͢d̛͜ ͏b̶̨e̕ ̛͜i͘͡ņ͘ the͝rè d͏͘ri͜n̡͜k̸͜i̕n̡̡' ͢h̶̢̢i̸̴m͠s̕͘͞e̵l̕f̛ ͢p̷ŕ͘a̛c̢̛t̷́ic̢͜a̵͝l̷l͠y͞ ͝t̴͟͢'̷ ̢d̴̢͠e͞a̸t͏h҉,̢ ͡go ͘g҉͟e҉̷̶t̛ ̢͞҉h͜įm̸҉.̴̧.̸͡." He spat, crossing his arms and waiting for Henrik to do the dirty work, the doctor merely rolled his eyes and crept into the room, looking at Chase who was sitting at his desk, downing the whiskey as fast as he could, he looked terrible from what Henrik could see, this made the doctor wrinkle his nose in disgust, now sure he drank whiskey on the rare occasion, but nothing compared to Chase... At this point he's doing him a favor by pulling him away from that stuff, he snuck up behind Chase who still didn't seem to notice his presence. Chase had tears in his eyes as he picked up a photo that had his family on it, Stacy and his kids... He just wanted them back, he wanted to see his kids... He gasped as he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his neck, he reached up to try and grasp at whatever it was, however his body suddenly fell limp and he blacked out before he could even see who stabbed him... Henrik took hold of Chase's body and began dragging it out of the room towards Anti who had a malicious grin spread across his face at the sight "̢Ģ̡͘ ̨͞o̵͝ ҉o̧ ͢d҉̴̧.̕.. ̨Y͏̛͘e͡r ̶̶̀o̸͡͏n̛͏e̴ ̶́͡s̛te͢p͠ ̨̕c̀͏l͝͏o͢s͡͠er͜͡ '̕͟͜t̷ ͏g̶͏e̸͡t͝t̷̷́in͜͝'̴ ͝t̕ha͞t ̨҉l҉͞͠it̢t̕̕l̛e͠ ̡͏s̨̢p̸͡e̕c̀k ̧҉͠y̡̛e̡̨ ͟͟s̶̡͞e͠e̶͘m̡̕ ͟t̵' ҉̛͜c҉ą̢͟re ̴s͢͢͡o̶̴ ̶̨̀m̨͝uc͢͡h̵ ̸̕f͡e͢r̴~̨҉̶ ̵͞Ņo̷̴͠ẁ.̨.̸̡͡.҉̧ ͏̀͟C̨̡͝'̷͢ḿ҉͝o͢҉̷n̴̵.̀.҉̧.͟͝ Let̢̢'̢̀s͟ ͠g͡ȩ͠t́ ̴̀͞h̷̛̛i̡̨͟m̷̢͠ ̡t' ͏̵̸th͏a̧t̴̀͜ ̴͢͡s͢͡è͝c͜҉r͘͝et̷̢ ҉̷̕p̶͜a̛ŕ̸t ҉̷o̷f̧͢ ҉́y̨e̛͏̀r͡ ̵́̀l҉́͞a̵͟b~̀͢" Henrik rose a brow "Und just how do you know about zat... 'secret part' of my lab?... Vwhen have you ever been down zhere?" "̀͟҉H҉͝èh͘.̸̕͠.̢͞.̧͘͜ ͜I̵̢ ̶̀h҉͝ave͞͏͢ ̡̛m̶͝͝y͘͝ ̧̕w͟á̴̢y҉s̀,̷͘ ͢ę͘̕no͝͏u̢gh̵̢ ̧͟q̸ų̀͢e̷͘s̴͜t҉̢i͞o̷ns̢,̧ ̶̀huŕ̨͞r̷̢y̶ u̷̷p̸̴ ̡̡͘b̕͟e̢f͏͝o҉̛͠r̵̛̀e҉̡͡ h͏̶e̡ ͢͠w͝a̡ķ̡e̕͏s҉͞ ̶̀u҉̸̴p͘͟͝!̷̷"̧̀ Spat Anti, who seemed to be getting impatient, meanwhile Henrik once again rolled his eyes "Fine, fine-" He quickly spoke before proceeding to drag Chase towards his lab, he surprisingly didn't struggle too much, as if he had done this once before or something... He quickly pressed some numbers on the keypad, and an iron door opened up, he dragged Chase down the stairs, into the furthest and hidden part of his lab, he then took a few moments to catch his breath and then placed him down on an operating table, strapping him down tightly, he made sure Chase couldn't escape once he woke up, once checking the restraints, he left and closed the door behind himself. Anti was waiting, he definitely looked annoyed at Henrik, probably because to him the doctor took way too long "͘͝T͝͏ơ͝o̕͞͞k̸͏ ͠y͡è̕͘ ̨l͠o̢ǹg̡̛ ͝è̛͢n҉̷͜o͜҉úgh̶̶.́͡.̕.̷̡ ͏N͜'̧ ̵̴j̨͟u̧̡s͠t́͏ t̀͝a̡̕͠ ̨m͜à̴̕k̶ȩ ̛͘s̴u̵͞r͟͢è ̛́y̨è ̡a̴i͠҉͜n͢͝'͡t̴͏ ҉pu͡l̸̡ĺ҉i҉n̶'̸̡͝ ̨̛a ͝f̶a̵̢s̴̵͜t o҉̧n͜͏e ́̕oǹ͏͠ ̷́m҉̷͡e͜͝..̸.̧͘"̕ He glitched away for a few moments, making Henrik sigh in frustration, he just wanted to move onto the others... So he could get this ridiculous stuff out of the way, and then Anti came back "E ͜x ̢ç͝ ̵́e ̛͘l̷̀ ͞l͝ ҉́e̴ ҉n͏ ̢͘͢t̷ ͏w̕҉o͜͡r̶k͞,̧͠ ̡̛͟Doc̢̛t̡̧͘o͏r̡.͜͡..̡͏ ̵O̡͟n͝e̢̢ ͜͞d̛̕o̕w̛͠͏n̵̡.̴̀͝..́ ̶͘A̡͟ ̸̢f͏͝ew̧̕ ̸m̶̢̛o͘r̷̵͟e͜͠ ̵͝͝t͠͝'͢ g̸o͘.̕.̢͝. ͞H͝m̀m͠͡͏..̧.̕ L̀͘et͘͢'̴҉s ͏̨͘g͠o҉́͞ ́gè͟͏ţ̕ ́͘Ma̶r̕v͠i̢n̷̡ ̴҉o͠u҉t̢ ͢͡o̵̷f̴ ̧ţh̵' ̢ẃ̨̛a̕͡y t̶̢he̸̸n͢ ̧̕we ̶c͠a̶ń̸ ̵̵m͝o̴͜v̡͝e͢ ̷̷͟o͘n̵tǫ ̨̧Ja̷c̸k͢i̸̢e̸..́͞." He cackled, proceeding forth before getting stopped by Henrik "Vwait! How are vwe going to... Get rid of him? He has zat magic bullshit..." Anti merely grinned "͜W͘͘atc̛͝͡h͏ ͡a͘n̷'̛͏ ̕l̛e̶͟҉a̢r͝n͏͘͝ ͏d̵͘e͟҉̨a͘͟ŗ̸͢ ̷͝d̀͞o̧͘͟ct̡̕͜ò̧r̕͢͝..̕.̴̡͝~̢̛͏" He continued onward towards Marvin's room. Once he got there, he held his hand in front of Henrik "S̡̕t͏͜a̢̛y͡ ̷͜h̸̡e͡r͞e̵,͞҉ ͟͠I̵̡͘ ̕ḑ̛ón̴͏҉'̸̛ţ͞͏ ̶͡n̸̡ę́e̴̡͝d ͏y͜e̶ f̷e҉҉r̨̕͟ ̴̵t͘h̴́i̡̧s͜ ́͘͠o̕͏͟n̛e̷͘͜ ͏j́͟ưst͟͠ ͡y҉̷̕e҉t́̕.̵́.͝.̡"̴ He then glitched himself into Marvin's room who looked startled "A-Anti?! What the hell are you doing?! Get out!" His expression was mixed between fear and anger, he didn't exactly like Anti coming into his room unannounced, well to be fair... He didn't want Anti in his room at all, and for good reason... The Glitch or whatever he was, wasn't meant to be trusted at all... "̨͢A҉w̴͜w̸̛҉~́͟ ̨C̶'́͘͝ḿ̷̷o͡n̸̢ Ma̧҉r̴̨v͟͏, ̶m̷̕'̀ ̢n̶͜o̶t̶҉̀ t͞͞ h̴ ͜͏a̛̛ ͜͢t̷̸ ͜b̵a̕d̴~̛͏" Marvin merely scoffed at that and crossed his arms "That's bullshit and you know it, you are the w o r s t!" He spat, making Anti clutch a hand over where his heart should be "̕͡G͡a̵̛͞ş̧͡p҉!͏҉ ͏M̛͘͜a͏r̀̕v̡͏!͘ ̵̸̨I̕͝'̵͝m h u̶ ́͜r͘҉ ̡͜͡t͟!̨" His tone was nothing but mockery as he cackled. Marvin grumbled as he snapped his fingers and Anti began levitating "O u t. N o w. I don't have time for your shenanigans, Anti!" And with that, Anti had flown out the door and against the wall, not too hard of course, despite the fact he hated Anti with a burning passion, he didn't want to hurt him ...Okay... It's more like he didn't want to damage the wall... Anti growled and got back up, lunging towards the door that had just magically shut and sealed itself, his gaze snapped from the door to Henrik "͟͡W͜ ̵͞e͢ ̡̢l̶͘͞ ̶ĺ ̶̢́t͏ ̷͠͠h̸̨ ̛e̷ ņ.̶.͝. ̷͝I̵̧͞ ͘g̛ų̸é͘͡s̨͠͞s ̡͠w̨͘e̡'̴͘r͝e͞ ̛g͢͠o͏̸̀i͞n̢͜'̧̢́ ̶t͘͡'̴͟͡ ̴͏hav̴́͜e̵̛ t̴̶á̛ ̸̧tr̡̧y ̢͝a̴̵ d̶̨̛ ͢͏i͟ f̢̕ ̴̀̕f̴̵̨ e͏ ͘r͘͘͜ e̢͠ ǹ ̧t͠ ̨a̛͘͘p̵̧p̵r̛o͟a͝͠c̴͏h̨̡́.̨.̶̴͞.̢̧͝ ̕Ćo̷̵m͠e̸̕ ͜'̛́͢ȩ͟rę ̴ḑ̢̕o͢ć͘ţ̀or҉̸,̧ ̕͜I̢'̢͝͡ve҉ ̶̷̡ģot͏̶̸ ̧a̛͡ ͏̷b̕a̢c̢͝k͜ ҉̀up̛ ̸p̡̧l̷̷an͠~̷̡"̵ Henrik rose a brow and stepped closer "Vwhat's ze plan exactly?" Anti couldn't help but smirk as he grabbed the doctor by the arm, he raised the sleeve up and unsheathed his claws, dragging them down the doctor's arm which caused Henrik to try and scream, Anti quickly clasped a hand over his mouth before he could even utter a single noise. Henrik tore away from Anti's grasp after that "Vwhat ze fuck is vwrong vwith you?! Vwhy vwould you do zat?!" He yelled, glaring at the glitch who was merely chuckling at him "̀S̢͠h̶̶h̷̨ ͏͏q̵͢͜ù͞iȩ̀t͝ ̶d͟o̶̕͜w͘҉n͟͠ d̶͝o̡̨̕c.̶̨͏.̧͠.̵ ̢̨͘Y̨e̸͝ ̵d̷͏҉o̧̕n҉̷̢'̵̕̕t͏͠ ̀́w̨͘an͏t͜ ́Ma͏̢r̨͞v̴̕ o͘͘r ͢t͞h͠҉̵'̶͡ ̸o̶͢ţ̨h̴̛́e̵͏̢r̢͘͢s ̵t́͜͜'̶̢ ̴̛͜he͘͢a͘͟͞r̶͟ ͠ỳ̶a̛҉,̷̡̕ ̶̛̀ó̵̢t͠h҉͝e͏̀r̴̛w̕͝į͝s͘e ̸̡y͢e'l҉̡l̵͏ ̕ņ̵ ̵ę̵͠ ̀͟v͜ ̀͜ę ͏҉r̡ g͟͞e̴t͞ ̷͘t͟h̶a̴t͞ ̢̛p̕r̷e̛͏͠c̡͟io͡us̡ ̀ļ͠it̢͞t̷͟l̶̸͡è ̵̶t̛̕͜ ̧͟h҉ ͝i͘ ̨n̡͜ ͘͏͟ģ y͘e̷͟͢ ͘'l̷͟͢o͠͝ve̵̶'̴͞ ̶s͞ò̕ ͜d̸́͡ea̡rl̴̨y͜͏҉~͢͏͠ ̡́͝T̷̴h̷̢͡i̢s̡ ͝͏͞i̸̶s̵ ̧̀p̡̀a͠҉rt̀ ̧o̢f̡ m'̨ ̛͢p͡l̡an, ̵̧m̶̕'̨͟ ̢̛g͜ón̕na͏͡ ̸s͏m͘e̵a͢r̡ ̸b͏ļ̸͝o̕o̴d͜͡ ̡o̵̧v̶͟e̸̵̕r͏̵̢ ̶̀ye͏͟ ̕ą͘n͜҉'̵̧̡ ̴͜mak̢͝e͞ ̡͟it͢ ̸̵lo̷͡ơ͡ḱ̵͜ l̶i̴҉͝ķe̶̢͡ ҉̨͡I ͏̨atta̛c҉k̢̛e̢d ͘҉́ye..̨͝.̶̸̧ ̧̨̢Y̶͝er ̧ģò̶͜n̵ną ̧͞r̀̀u̷s̸̴h͝ ̢̀in̛t̛a ͏Mà̕r͏v͢'̕͞s̵̕ ͢͟r̴̡oo҉m҉̛,҉͟ ̷̨͞ą̨n'̸͠҉ t̸e͟l̀̕ļ̶̵ ́͠ḩ͠i̵҉͠m҉̀ ̢t͢ḩ̀a̢͟͝ţ̧ ́̕͟I͡͠ ͜͡g̀͘ot͠ ̸̀J͝ac̕͘ki̸e͡ ̛͜͞i̴̵̷n̵҉ ̷̨́m̨͘͡e̸ c̶l͘ut̡c͠h̛e̴҉͢s̛͝,͏̴ a̵̢͘n'̶̀͡ ͘͠͠ỳ̢é̕͜r̡҉ ͏go̶n͏̕͢n̕a͡ ̨ĺ͞͞ȩ͝a͡҉d̨͜ h͡ì̀͠m̷͟ ͘t̀̕'̷ ͝b̴̀͝ác͏k̷̢ t̛҉a̢̨ ̸̸́m̵̶͡è̀.̷.̛͢.̨͞ ̴̸L҉͘e͞͏a̡͟d͞ h̢̧͢i̢͘҉m̛͟ ̷̡͘b͜͝a̕͘͞c̸̀͡k̷̛ ̵̕͠t' ̢͢m̧y̶ ̴̀ŗ́̕o̸̕om̵̨.̧.͠. ̨̀͟I̛͢'̴̵͡l̵l̴ be̡ w̢͞ąi͜ti҉n͜͢g.̨̀͘.҉.̷̀͢ ͠A̧͟n̴͢'́ g̵̕͞i̛͘v̴e̡͞ m̷̀́e̸ ̶o̴n̷͠e̸̢ ò͞f ̴͘͢t̶̸h͞͝o͘s̸͠è ̵s͢y̡r̀i̢ņ̶g̷̶̛es̕.̸̷͝.̵͝. ͜͡I̷̧ ҉̡͢wơ̶u͢͢l̛̀d́͘ń͏̀'̨͘͡t̴ ̵̧͠l̵̴͘ ̨i͘ e͏͜ ͞t̵́a͝ ̧t҉̧h͏̷͠e̛͜ ̢͏o͡͏t̢h̵͠e̴r͟͞s ͢͡a͢f̢t͏҉̵e͜͡r̶̕͠ ͠a͡ll̸̡͟~̨͡" He first used his fingers to smear the blood all over Henrik was grumbling slightly, but he couldn't complain... Just... Do it for the one you want... You can do this... He thought, cringing as the blood was rubbed almost all over, before Anti snatched a syringe from his hand and disappeared. Henrik took a deep breath, he'd make a mental note to clean all this blood off of himself later... He had to make this look realistic, okay... he could do this... He quickly dashed into Marvin's room, stumbling down and looking up at the magician "Mar....Marvin...! Hel....He..." He faked a cough, but of course the magician seemed to be falling for it as he quickly jumped up and rushed to the doctor's aid "He-Henrik?! What happened?!" He quickly used some of his healing magic which thankfully patched up the wound so that's one less thing Henrik had to take care of, he coughed some more before speaking in a rasp tone "An.... Ant....Anti... He... F-Fa....Fack... He at-attacked me... He... He's got..." One final cough before he grasped Marvin by the shirt collar "He's got... Jackie...! Jackie... tr-tried to help... He..." He just coughed and spluttered for the next portion, hoping that was believable enough. Marvin's eyes went wide and he looked horrified "N-No... Where?! Where is he?! Tell me!" He helped Henrik stand up and looked at the doctor waiting for his answer "He... I think... Anti probably took him back to his room... I... I don't know!" That's all Marvin needed before rushing towards Anti's room, his mind screaming no and it can't be, over and over in his head, if he let Anti hurt Jackie or worse... He'd never forgive himself... Upon getting to Anti's room, he kicked the door down, gasping in horror at what he saw inside... Jackie was tied and held up with what looked like red string, cuts and bruises layering his body, he appeared to be unconscious as well... "J-Ja....Jackie!" He was about to rush towards the hero's aid but Anti quickly stopped him "̛A̸h͢,̴͜ ̨̢̕à͘͟h̕,̛ ̀͝͡ą̀͠h̶̷.̵̢͞.. ̡Do͞n̵͢'̢͘t ̨̛c̶o̕͞m̢e ͏̀t҉҉oo̸ ćlo̢sé̶͟ ̸͘M̶a̵͢r͢v̸̸͜~̢̛ ̀Y̷ę͝ ̵̨w̛͠o̶̧ư̢ldn͢'͢͝t̀ ͞w͏á͟ǹ̸͏t s̷͢o̢m̀͝e̸̢t͝h̨͟͢i̴̵̕n'́ w̵̸ ҉͝o̧͏ ̢͜r̨ ̕҉͏s̡ ͜͝e̢̡͘ ͢͢t'̸̢͝ ̷͘h̸̛a͜͏̷pp̢e̶͢n̸̕͠ ̴͢ta ͝y̷͠è̀r̸͢ ͡pr͟͢e̷͠c̸͢ì͘͜ǫ͢͝u̷͟ş҉̸ ̴l̡i̷͠t̢̨t̵͡l͢e̸ ̸͞h̸e͡r̶͜͏o̴,͠ ̷͝͏nòw w͏o͞ų̶͠l̴d̨͞͏ ̕҉̡y̴͟͞e̷͡?" Anti cackled, grinning at the magician's terrified expression. Marvin shook his head and froze in place "W-What do you want Anti?! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at Anti who only seemed amused "͢I͘t̢ ͟sh́̕͝ơ͘͝u҉ĺ̵d̕͢ ̴b̴̷e̴͘ ̷̴͜o͜b̡͢v̷̨i͢͏҉o͝u͘͘̕s͟͟ m̵̧͝ ҉a̴҉ ̕g ̨͝ì̕͡ ̸̨͟c̡ ̴i͜ ͏a̢̕ ͝n~͢ ́Y͘e͠҉͢ ̷̀͠ḱǹ͠͝ò̷w̶͢͠ ͡w̡͢h̴͘ą͢͏t̴̛ ͟I ̶w̢ ̵͘a̢͠ ҉̸̷n̨̕͠ t̀͡.̸̕.͏҉.̡͜ ̢͝Y̡͞e͝ ͟͞h̶a̷ve̡̨͟ o͢͠n҉҉l̡̛y̛ ͞o͟ ̵̡̕n̨ ͟͝͞e ̵̶͏o̵͡҉p͢t͏͢i̷o̶n.̢̀͝.̴̢.͏ ̕An҉'͞ t̨h̴̴a̢͢t͟ ̀o̴̕p̵̴t͟i̧͠͝o̴͜n͜҉ ̀͡i͞s͏̸ ̧͞͞t̡̢'͠͏ ̶͢s̶ub̵mįt ̴̢t͏̛á͠ ͡ḿ̷͝e̸͠.̷͘͜.̢͏̢. ͠A̶̕͝n̛͠d ̵̴i҉f͟͝ ͜ý̧e͜͢ r̛e̸̛fu̶͝s̨e͢.͝͏.́.̸͡ ͢I͡͞҉'̵̕͝l̀ļ ̛͘͜k ̛͟i̴̸͠ ̨l ̡l̷ ͏̵hi͢҉m̧͞~͟͞ An̕'̕ ̡͜d̴̵̛o̸n͏͝'̴̨t ̀͞t́͟e̷͟͟ĺl̷͝͠ m̷͡è ̸͟its͏ ͜i͡m̷͢͡po͏s͜síbl̕ę̛,̀͘ ̷be̷cá̵͏us̷͡͏e̢ ͠y̧e ̷kǹ̵o̕w̶͝ ͜҉̨da̵҉m̷ń͡ ̴̧͝w͟el҉̢l̶ a̷͞s̡̛ Í̕ do̶̕.̷̧.͟.̷ ̴͟͝T̷ḩa͟͠t͏͞ ͟I̛͘ ̢͘͞c̵̛̛ ͢a ̨́n͟ a͢ǹ̵̶d͏ ̨w̢ ́i҉̶͟ ̸͟͞l̴̶ ̸͝l ̀k̵̸i̵͜l҉l ̴́͘h͡i̶͜ḿ.͏.̸̷.͡ H̴͝e̛͞ m̕íg̸̶͢h͞t҉͠ ̧͞b̷̢e͟ ̷͜͡a̶͝ ͡h̡ ̛é̢ ̕r ̨͟o̕͠ ͜b́͢u̧͜͝t ̸̢h̢͏e͞ is͘͞n̶̢'̛t̶͜ ̀̕í ̵͜n̴͟ d̴͡ e̶͡ ̛̕͢s͝ ̴t͘͠ r̕͞ ͢u̢̕ c҉̢́ t̷̵ ̛͜i͝ ̡b҉ ͞l͠ ̸͡e̸"̛͢͞ Anti cackled, flipping his knife around rather carelessly as he walked over to Jackie, running his knife slowly across the hero's skin which made Marvin gasp "St-Stop! I...I'll... I'll sur... I'll surrender! Just... Please... Don't hurt him... Don't... Don't kill him..." He fell to his knees, he didn't want to risk using his magic on Anti... He knew that Anti could and would kill Jackie, it was just too risky. Anti stopped suddenly, his gaze snapping to Marvin and he looked very pleased... "̧͝Go̕o͜͠d̵̶~́ ͢͟N͜o͠͞w͏ ͡I̡ ҉̵w̴an̶̛͜t̶̶ ̷͏y̶̢e̶ ̵̧t̢'̵́͜ ̡͡ç̕̕o̢n̷̸̛j̵̨u̶͜r̵e̕͡ ̴͏́ư͠͠p͏̴̀ s̛̛͡o̡̕m͜é͢ ̵̕r͟͜e͠҉͘s͟͟t̶r̵͢a̢͜i̶̷ņ̧t̨͏͘s f̕e͢r̸ ̛͘͡J͘͠a̢c̛̕k̸̡iè͢͜,͟ ̢͜͠t҉h̷̢͟e͜y҉͘ ha͘͜v̴̕̕é͏͏ ̕t̷̕ą b́͏ę̨ ̢̡į͢m̶p͠͡e̡r͏v̀͘i̵̛o̸̧҉u̢s t̵̕o҉ ̧su̡p̷͞er ́ś͝t͘͝r҉͘én̷͜͢g̛͠t̕h͢ ͢͡a͜n҉̴'̡ ͢͡d̵̀o̸̶̴n̴̶̕'̧t̷͏̛ ̢͢e̕v̡͡eņ̡͏ f͞u̴c̶͏k̨͟i̕͡n͝g̸̴ ̷͢͟t ͢h́͘ i̶ ̸͠n̢͘͏ k̡̧̕ ̀͡a̷̢͜b́ǫ͝ut̸ ̴̸p͘ųl̡͘͢l̷̕i͞n̷g͏̛ ͜͝a͘ ͏f̢a͝s̡͡t͝ ͝on̸̕͞e̴͠͝ ̸͢o̧͞n͞ ̀͢m̢͢͠e̢҉̢.̡͠.̛͟.̵̢̨ ̡I̡ w̛i̷͜͡lĺ ḱ͜ņ͜͝o̴w͞͡.̶.̵̀̀.͜ ҉a͝n̨͘'̴̵ yęr͟͟͡ ̨̕p̀a͟t̶̡h̴e͜͝t͡į̨͝c̴͞ ̸͘ĺiţ̴҉t͞͏l̢̛e͡ ̀̕ḩ̷ę̀r̕o͜ ̡w̧̕͜í͡ļ́͠l̡͠ ͝be no̢͟͝ ͢m̸ ͘͢o̕ ͞͏͠r͢ ̀e̢.̀͡͡.͜.̸̡ ̶͘D̶̡ǫ̀ ҉̡I̧̧͘ ̡͜mak̵ę̴̛ ̷̀͝ḿ̶y̢̛ş̛e͏͢l̸̷f̴̧̛ ̢c ̕̕͜l ́é͏ a ̨r̶҉̨,̷͟ m̧̀ a̶͞ ͏g į ͡c͞ ̧í̢͝ ̸͠͞ą͟ ̀͠n̢͢?̸̡̡"̵̴ Anti walked over, giving the magician a quick little cut just because he could mostly. The Magician yelped at the cut and quickly conjured up some restraints, they were definitely enchanted "Th...There... I swear, they won't break if... if he tries anything..." Marvin absolutely loathed having to do this, but he just... Didn't want to see Jackie get hurt or killed, he'd play along for that reason and that reason alone... Suddenly, Marvin felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck and he then collapsed to the ground unconscious... Henrik let out an annoyed sigh "Can vwe speed zis up a bit? Zis is taking vway too long fo' my tastes..." Anti cackled, seeming pleased with the events unfolding... Everything was going just as planned! "͏̶͜O͟f̧ cou͟͡rs̡͘͞e͜ ̢͞͡d̴́͝ ̶o̵͘ ̧c̵̴ ̨͝t͘ o͟ ̨r͝~̴̴͜ ̸L̶ét'̛s̶͜ g͟͠e̴̴͜t̶ ̵̀̕t̡͝h҉͡͠ȩ͠se ͡p͘̕͞a̛̕҉th̨͝eti̵͜͡c̸͝ ͘é̶͞x҉͘c̶̕u͟s̴e̸̸s͟ ̴́͠f̢er͡ ̢́e̵̴go̶͟ş̧ ͏b̢̢a̵̧͜c͡k͏҉ ̸̷̨t͟a̧͢ yé͢ŗ ̶l̀͡a͟҉b̢͝.͞.̷.̕ ̡̢I̡ ͞c̴͠҉a̴҉n͝ ́h͞an̶͘d́҉͠le ̸t͟h̸͝'̸̕ ͘͠r͘͘é̡ş̵t.̵̡͡.̴̧.̴̨ ̴̸͜A̛͝l͢l͘ ̸͟I̷ ͏́̕n͢͝e҉é͜d ̧̛͡i͢͡s̷͘ ̧͘o҉̧n̵ę̴̡ m̸o̡r̢̀e͏̀ ̶̶͜sy̡͟r͏in̛͝g̷̡e̡.͢.̧̀͟.̶̴͢ I͜͏ ̧c͢a͏n҉̢͝ ͘h̷and̢͡l̷̡̛e̷͝ ̛t̵̨̕ḩ̴͘'̀ ̴̡͘ŕ̵e͏͘s̀͜t͘͝ ̸̵w̡͢i͏̨t̨͟͞ho҉u͘t͞҉ ̨́t͝h̕͡e̢̧m̀.͞.̨̛.̢͘͞ " Anti snatched another syringe from the doctor, before he could leave, Henrik grasped his shoulder "Hold up... Vwhen are you going to help me get mein liebe? Vwhat's ze plan exactly? You know zhey are wary of you..." Anti pushed the doctor's hand away from his shoulder and merely chuckled "͘R͞͏e̕͝͝l̴͠a̶x͟͢ ͞͝͝d̸o͏͘͞c͘͢͝t͠o̕r̵͢,҉̧ ̴̷y͝e҉̨́ ̢̨̢d̴͞ó͟n͡'͏́ţ̢͘ ̢̛t͠h̴̶͠i̵͢nk̵͟ ̴͠҉Į̴ d̛i̷̧d̀͟ǹ̶'̛͏͝t͏̨҉ p̶͘͢la̸̡n̶͢͜ ̧͟f̡͘͜ę́r ̷͠th͝a͏̴̶ţ͜ ̵̀d̀͠i͟d͟҉ ͢y͘͞a̴͜҉?͢͞ ̕͟Here̷̡͜'̴̸s̢ ̵̸w͞h̸̶àt̛'̶͘s͜ ͜g̸o͘͝i͠͠ng͞ t̵̛͝a ̛͢ḩ͡a͠p̸̷͘p͟e̸͜n̢.͏.͡.҉͢ ͜Afte̴͞҉r҉́ ͡͞Į̷̵ ̕͡g͏҉ȩ͏̵t̵͡ ҉͠҉t͏͡h̸'̀҉ ͏o̵͟t̕͟h̛̀e̶̛rś.̶.̸͢.͏ ̸H̡e͘͝re҉'s̛͠ ̸͢ẁh̷͡҉a̛t̷͞͡ yȩr̛ ҉̷g̢͞o̸i̴̛n͠g ͞t͏̵́o ͘ḑ̀o̵.̴..͟ ̕͠M͏̴'̷͝ ͡͞g͏oń̨̀n̛a̵͢͠ ҉g̵̛r̵̢ab̀ ̛t̴h̨e̸̢m҉҉.͞.̴͢.̴̕ ̢̢A̵҉̶n' ̧̧͡d̨́o̕ǹ'҉̀t̀͟ ́͟y̨��͢ȩ̴ ̧̨w̷o͟͞r̢̕͡r̨̕͢y̴͡.̴͏.̶͠.̴͟͡ ̢҉I̸͏ pro̡̢m̴i̵s͏̢̕e̛̛ ͡I̢ ̨͞w̵҉̨o͟ņ͜'͢͝t̸ ̛h́ú͞r̕̕͡t̸̨͘ ҉҉t̷͏he͢m̧~̢́ ̸̴͏I҉̶t҉́'̸s ͘͟t̛́h͢͠'͝ ͏l͢ ̸̕ȩ̀ ̴̵͢a̷͞ ̀͘͡s͟ ҉̴t͘͘ I̷͘ ̸͟͏ca͞͠n̴ ̷̸͜d̵̨o ̧f͢e̵r͘ s҉om͝e̵͘̕o҉n͜e͘͟ ͡w͠h̴̶o ҉̵h͝͞às̸͟ ҉͢b̷̢ee͘n̢͏ ̛s̸̡ưc҉̧h̵ ̵a̢n̡͏ ̷̡̀o͟͝͠b͢e̴͠d̴í̷̷e̸n̴t͜͟ ͏p͘͜҉u͡p̡͝p̵͢҉e͜t̷~͘͝ ̡O̸͘n̕ç͟͟e̶͢ ͟I ̴g̶r̷̡a͘͟b͠͝ ̶͜͠t̕͟ḩe͠m̶, ̡̀y҉͡er̵ ̀gońn̨͠a̵҉͏ ̴̀͟c̴o҉m̷͝e̡̕ ͏́r̨u̴͡͝s̀͠͞hi̢͜͟n͢g̷͝ ̛i̸n̷ ̨̀͞a̶̶n͜͡'̨̡ ̵͝͝s͜a͏̡v̧͘͢ę͠ ̢̕t̵͟h̵͜͝é́m̢͝ ̷̸̕f̵̨rom̕ ̨̡m̨ȩ҉̨,̀ ͡g҉̷̧o͠t̸͢ ̶̢i҉͘͠t̛͝?̨ G̵̀o͟od͏̴.̷̨ ́͏̶Ņ͡ơ̢w.̡̀.́.̸ L͞e͘͢t́͝'ś ̛͠ge͏̷t̛͢ ̵̸t̷͏h͞͏e̢s̕͞҉e͘ ҉t̀w̵͠o̸ ̵́͡n̸͟uis̡͜҉a̸̶̢n̨͜c̶͞e͠s̛͘ ̧͝͏òut̷͠͞ ̛͟of ̨͞thę̸ ̧ẁ̵͝a̕y͏̸" He didn't even give the doctor time to respond as he grabbed Marvin and Jackie both, he let Henrik grab the restraints and then he proceeded to carry the two on. Henrik followed him close behind, the restraints in hand as Anti headed towards the doctor's lab, he was dragging both Marvin and Jackie rather carelessly, smacking them into various things, which it wasn't hard enough to cause any permanent damage thankfully... Once he got back to the lab, Anti surprisingly waited for Henrik to unlock the door, then again Henrik did have Jackie's restraints so that must've been why, they then went down the stairs and were immediately greeted with Chase's shouting and crying "Help! Can....Can anyone hear me?!" Chase was terrified... He was in a weird place, it looked like a lab but one out of a horror movie... Where they did awful experiments on people or animals, and he definitely wanted no part of that, he then heard footsteps and his gaze snapped over to the stairs, his eyes widened as he saw... "Anti! What the fuck bro!? You did this, didn't you?!" Anti merely cackled at his struggles and then tsked "̕͠S͏̡o҉͠ ͢q̷ùi̸c̵k͘ ̢tơ ̕ju͠҉d̢̛g̢҉̛e̴̡,̸͘ ̀B҉͏͝ŕ̕o͜d͜y̵.͏͏̛.̡͟." After Anti came down the stairs, Henrik followed behind and Chase's eyes widened... "H-Henrik...? What... Are you doing...?" Henrik glared daggers at Chase, he thought back to earlier... You were getting along well with him... A little too well, Chase had grown attached to you, you were Henrik's... You were his only, seeing Chase only made his anger rise "I'm just doing vwhat I must... After all... You d e s e r v e it... Trying to steal (Y/N) avway from me... I know vwhat you vwere doing..." Chase blinked in confusion "What the hell are you talking about?! I was just chillin' with them bro! They even talked about ya during our conversation!" Henrik rose a brow "Really...? Vwhat did zhey say...?" He was... Curious now, Anti growled however and threw Jackie and Marvin down "̶̶He͡n̶r҉̡͝i͞k̶.͜.̸.͟͞͞ ͜H͢e's ̕ju̢͞s̢t̷͢ ̨͜t̶͢rý͜҉į͏̧n'͜ ̨t͢͝a̡͢ ̴̛́t͠r̨͏ic̡̡͘k ̵̴y̧̛͘a͏̴͟.͢.̴͘.̢ ̷͘He҉͞'̢ś͜ ҉́fų̷c͏͘ki̵̸͠n̢̕͘'͜ l ̢y̶ ̢̡i̢ ͜͡n̸̴̛ ̕g̷͢.̢̡͠.͟.̸͢ ̀͏H͏҉ ̶̀e ̢̀ ̛i̸͘͠ ͏̧s̨̡ ̕ ̨̛̀a̧ ҉ ̶͞l ̴́́i ̕͝a̵̴ ͟҉r͘!͘ ̷̡H̡҉ę ͡j̨̧ù͠s̛҉ţ̴ ͘͟͡ẁ̡ąn̶̶t̀͏s̸ ̛t͟o͟͢͡ ͜t͠͠e̶̷l̀͢l͘ ̡y̢̕͜e͏ tha҉̨t͠ (̛͞Y/N҉̧) ́t͟a̡͝l̨͘k͏e̷d͢ a̶̧b̷o͢͝ư͏t̨'҉ć̡͢h̵a҉̢̛ ̵̢̀sơ̴̕ ̨͠y̴҉͘e͏'̧̕͟l̸̸͝l̴͠ ͘l͜͜e̛͡t̵ ̶̷͡h̡i̕m ̛́ģ́o̵ ̧̛f̢͝ŕ͡e͞͏̨e̴͏.̡.͏.̸̨͞ ̸̡̛A̵͟n̴d̶ ̴̢th͏̕͘e̢n ́̕h͏̴͝é̡͠'l͘ĺ͝ ̵t͜e͘͢͡l͟͞l̀ ̸y̵è̸r͢ ͠p̶re̕c̀iou̴͢s̀͟ ́̕l̨͜i̷͜t̵͘͘t͢l̸͡e͘ ́(̸̀Y̛/҉N͠)́̕ ͜th̸͝à͜t̀͟ t҉̴h̨e͘y҉ ͟n̛͢e̶e̶̛͘d ̛͏tǫ͏ f̧͠ ̕ĺ ͘҉e̕ ̡e̢҉.̛.̵̴͘.̨̛ ͢͢T̛̕ḩ̕͢ey͟͏̡ ń͟eęd ̵t̴̨a̷̧҉ g̨e̸͜͡t̕ ͜͠a̡w͢͞a̷͡y ̶f͏͝r̡om͠ ̡͟͞y̧͟a̴͜.̧҉.́͘͡.͡ ̴̨͡D̕ón͝'̵͘t̴ b̸̸e͟l̶͢i̧͜͠e̴̢v҉̡̛e ́҉h̢͡is͠ ͘͝l̶͡͏ie͟ş͜.̨.͏͢.́"̀ And of course... Henrik would rather believe Anti in this situation than he would Chase... "No! Dude! Henrik I'm not!-" He was cut off by Henrik who slammed his hand on the operating table "Zat's quite enough... I vwon't listen to you spouting zhose bullshit lies... It vwould be best if you keep quiet ozhervwise I vwill sew your mouth shut, do you understand me?" Chase immediately went quiet, his eyes wide with fear, he never expected anything like that from Henrik... It was so... Unnatural, he figured maybe Anti had possessed him or done something bad, either way this wasn't the Henrik he knew... This was something... Else, something much more dangerous and unhinged... Either way he kept his mouth shut in fear that Henrik would carry through with that threat, which that seemed to make the doctor smile but it wasn't anything normal... It was deranged even... And with that, Henrik walked away, gathering Marvin up and tying him down on another table, then doing the same with Jackie by using those magical restraints "Zhere... Now if you vwould... Hurry up und go get ze ozhers Anti, zis is taking vway longer zhan I first thought..." Anti only nodded and left in a hurry to go deal with the others... Meanwhile... You were wandering around, exploring the place a bit, of course you were being cautious just in case someone or Anti were to come by... Surprisingly enough however, none of the others were around, or speaking, yelling, or anything... Maybe they had settled down for the day and were busy with things, either way you found a good place to sit and properly relax, it isn't like you had anywhere else to go, not many places would allow a tiny to stay anyways, and even if they did, you'd rather stay here anyways... You liked the others, they were all fun to hang around, and they were all so nice to you, especially Henrik... You wondered what he was doing but at the same time, you didn't want to go and bother him, he could've been working or something... So you'd just chill out in your little spot for now... Blissfully unaware of what was going on in the other parts of the house... Anti had glitched over to Jameson's room, he was grinning as he flung open the door, startling the poor dapper man, he looked over towards Anti, eyes wide with fear as he shakily signed 'Good golly...! An...Anti...? What are you... Doing here?' Anti merely cackled and stepped closer, he was amused when JJ had backed away "̷̀A̡w̡̕~҉͠ ̷C̢̀om͏҉e̶ ̨̡n̷͟ow̛͝ ̀̀J̵à̴͡me͝s͏͠o̕͢n̷̡҉..͏͟.́͘ I͡ ͡j̴͜u͘͠s͝t̛͢ ̶͘w͘͢a͜͟n̴t̷̀͡e͞d̷ ̡̕t͡͡à ̴̴͢ş͜͡e̸e ̷m҉̶̛'̵̡͢ ͡f̛̀ ̵̡a͞ ́v͏ o̵ ͏r̢͘ ͏͟͏i͢͞ ̸̀ţ͞ ̡͟e̛͢͞ ͝ļ̛it̸t̀͞l̶̕҉e̕͝ ̶p̧̛͝u̶͘pp͠et̀́́,҉̕ ̷͞i͟s̵͟ ́t̶̀̀h̶ą̷t̡ ҉̶͘s͜ó̴͘ ͞b͜͝a҉̢҉d̕?̸~̧́̕"̴ Anti had managed to back the terrified man into a corner, his hands were beginning to get really shaky, making signing rather difficult 'Don't... I- Not again, please, whatever you are trying to do, just stop... Don't make me hurt anybody, please...' JJ was on the verge of tears as Anti closed the gap, he was uncomfortably close "͞O̡̕h͘͠ d҉́o͘n̡͏'̶̨t̵̡̛ ̢w̧͟o̢r̀͏r̕y͟҉̨ ̨͘my̷̨̧ s̸w͜e͢͟e̷͞t ͘l͏i͡҉̡ţ̷̧t̴͏̵l̴̛͞e҉̸̨ ̵̧p̕͜u̶̸p͜pe̵͟t̵͟~͢ ̵͠Y̡͞e͟ ̡d̵́o̷̸n̶̢͢'̧̀t̛͢ ҉̸̀h̴a҉͡v̸̶̨e ͏͞t̵͞҉a̴͘͢ ̛͢͏h̛̀ư̸r̨t҉̡͡ ̵an̸̨̛y҉o̢n̡͝e.̸͞.̢́͏.͘͜ ̡͘҉Ń̴̨o͠҉̨t ͏̸ţ̕h̴͢͝i̷s̴̵͡ t̀̀í̵ḿ̧͟e̸.̨́͡..̶ Í̧̡ ̶̨m̀͡e̛͜͢r̀͡e̸l̀y̡͜͟ ̵̛w͏a̶̶̕ņ̵ţ̴'̢c͞h҉҉a̸̕̕ ̶̷t̡͜á ś͢u͢͜b̷҉m̡it̕.̨͡.̧̢.́͝ ̷͢A̛͢n͝'̷͡ ҉̡͝fo̶llow̕ ḿ̛͟é͜.͢͟.̸̛.̸̵ ̸̨̨I͏'̢v̛e͟ ̸͢a͏l̢̢̢r̷̡ea̸d͏͢y͘͝ ͏g̸͡o̸t͟ ̶̨Mar͟v̵́in..̨͢.͞ ̡J̵̴à̴c͘k͡i̵̸͠ę̴͡.͏͝͞..̕͞ ͞ańd̴̡ ͞C̵̢̛h̴́͠a̢s̡͢è͘͡.̀́͢..̸ ͠I͠ţ̴҉'̨s͢ y̴̨̕ ̷̴͡o̵͢ ̷̀u͠͠ ̴r͢ ̡̀ ͡t͜͞ ̛̀͡u ̶r̵ n̛͘͝ ́ ̵̛͢n̸̡͞ o̷̢ ͟͜w̢҉...̕ ̶̛W͠e ͜͝ç͘a̶̴n d͜o͠ ҉̴͜t̡h̵iś̀ ̨̕t̕͢͡h͏̕e̷̡͏ ̷͏ea̸s̢y̸ ̵̡w̵̸̛ąy̴͘,̀͢ ̢́or͠ ̴̀͝t͏̴h́͜'̨̛́ h͘a͡r̢ḑ̷ ̧͝w͡a͏̵ỳ.͘.͏.̷ Y̶̕é ́c͜҉͠a̴̴̧n ̛͢c̶o̵͏m̛e̵ ̸̵ẃ̕i͘͢th̕ m͡è̶͢ ̶̨w̵i͡ll̷̡̧i̷͝ng̢l͏y̛͝, o͢͠r I̵ ́c͟͏à̸̀n͡ ̢m̨͠ ͟͝a ̴k ̛e̴ ͘y̵e͘ ̵ç҉͡o̕͠m̨͠͏e͡҉ ͟w͘i͟͡t̵҉h͠ ̀͠m̷̸e͏.̧.̸." He chuckled, gripping JJ's shoulder rather tightly. Jameson looked absolutely petrified upon hearing that, he quickly signed out 'Wh-What did you do with them?! You didn't... Hurt them, did you?!' He was worried now, did Anti hurt them...? He knew that Anti wouldn't kill the others because after all, what use is a dead puppet? He winced as the other's claws dug into his shoulder, they dug deep enough to draw some blood, but not too much thankfully "҉T͡h̵͟ęy̶̨͏ ̛̕a̢͢r̶̶e͜͡n'̢t̢ ̸҉h̸̢͝ưŕ̶͞t̨͟ ̀͠t͢ ̷͏͘h̷̢ ͟à͟ ̶̧͠t͜ ̴͠b̛̕͟a̧̨d͟͏͢l͘͢͡y͟҉̨.̡͠͡.͞͝. ͏̀N̷̢o͢ẃ͘ ̕ę̢͢įt͏̨h̡̛͜è̢͟r ͝c̸ó̶̡m̷̸̧e͝ ̢͞͡w̧į͝t͝h̶ m̸̛͢e͏҉́.҉.̵̨͏.͝ O͏͢͠r͢͢ ͢y͟e͏̧͝ w̸įl̶͡l̛͜ ̴̀͜s͏͞u҉ffe̡r t̶͟͞ḩ͟͝e͏ ͘ço҉n̛seq̨҉u̷e̵͘ņ̵̀c̶eş̢.̷͟.̕.͟͠ Y̸͝e͜ kn̴̵̕ów̧ ̸I̧̨͘ ̵c̷̕a̡ǹ͞ ̴do̸̶ ̀̕a̴̡̛ l̕ơ̢̧t̴ ̴͜ẃ͝o͝r̡͘s̢̡̀e ̵̢t͏͜͞h̴̸̢a͠n ͝d҉͡r̢̀͘u҉̨ǵ ͏͢y͏ou҉͞.͘.͘͝.̨͘ ͠I ͠c̷̡͢o̷͞u͘ld҉ ͡͠do͜͞҉ ̢̧s̵̀̕ ́̕o͡ ̧m̛͢ ̨á ͠n̛ ̨y͝ ҉̵t̛h̀įn̶̸g̀͞͝s̴ tà͠ ̨y҉̷̶á̷̵.̢.̷͟.̶͢ ҉̡́I̡̕ c̡̧o̢͜u̢̕͡ld ͘ma̵̸͜k̀e̡͘ y҉̵ơ̶̧u̕ ̕s̨̢ ̶u̸͞ ̶͝f͜ ͟͏̵f̕͠ ̛e ̴r̨̛ ̸a҉̕go̢͢͠n͠i̸̧̕z̕͘͠i͘͞͠n͏̴̶g̨ ͠p̵͘a͜͟i͞n͟͞ ̢ơv̵̢e͘͏r̴,͝ ͞aņ̢d ovę̸r̸̶,̨ ̴͟͝ánd̷͘ ̛͟͡o̷͡ ͜͟͜v̷̵͜ ́͡҉e ̵͝r̕͢͝ ąg̀͜͝a̡i͢͏̸n͘..҉.͢͝͝ ̨͢I͢ ͘͡c҉̵͡o̸͜ư̵̴l̀d ̕͡m̸͟a҉k͏̢e̷̴ ̨̨y̶ò̵͡u̶ ͟w̶͘àt͞c̷h͝͞ as͘ ̵̧͞t҉̕͜h̕os̴҉e̴ ̴c̢͞l͘͏ơ͢s̷̕ę͢ ́t̵͟͏o̧ ͜ya̵̷ ͞͡s̢u̕͘͘f̸͘f͏҉e̴r̀͘..̢͢. ̶or̶̡ ͘my͠͏́ ́p e͏͟ r̀͞ ̵͜s ó͢ ̛҉n̸͏ a͟͡ ̴̴l ̧͜f͜a̕͠͠v͘o͏̵́r̷ì̴͡t̕͝é̶̢.̨͡.͟. I͘ ̡c̡ou͡l̕͡d͢ m̨à͜͟ḱe̕ ͏̷y͜͠e̕͘ ̢̨̛h̸͞u̴̕rt t̶̸̸h̢̨eḿ̵̧.̡̡͟.́͘͟.͝ ͢͝Ye̴͝'̸̛d͏̀҉ ̛͏b́e̢ ͡͡͝t̸͞h͠'͡ c̵̸̡a̵use̡̧͘ ̵͢ơf̧̕͢ ̵̧t̵h͞͡ei̵͞r̢ s̴̡ù̢̡f̨͜f͏̛e͏r͞i͘͜n̴͜͠g̡͢ ̨̡͞t̵̕h́e͏n.̡̨.͢.́" He chuckled, pulling his claws back to lick the blood from them. JJ hung his head and mimicked a sigh '....Fine... I'll come with you... Just please, don't make me do any of that... Please... I don't want to hurt them... I don't want to hurt anyone...' Anti cackled and grabbed JJ "̶G̵͢o̡͝o҉͢d̶̛҉ ̵͟͝l͏i̴͡t͏t̴ļ҉e̶͘ ͡ṕ̢҉up͠pe̢͡t.̧..̡̡ ͞͏N̵̨҉o͘ẁ͜͞ ̧҉̷c̵͞͏om͏̡̕ę͜ wí̷̧t̷h ̡m͡e.̡͏.̴.̶̢~̛̀"̛ And with that he glitched away, and got Jameson all tied down in the secret area of the lab, he then went after Shawn and Bing, those two were the easiest to take down, and Shawn talks so much about how he could take Anti out with the slightest of ease, the pathetic display of a fight he showed to Anti merely looked like child's play... No matter now, they were all tied up... They were at his mercy... The only one he didn't have was Robbie, but that idiotic zombie was of no concern to him... He's the easiest to manipulate out of all of them anyways... "̧It̨́'҉̸s fi̛͘͜n͝al͡ļ͘͞y͞ ͘͜ţi̶͟mȩ ҉d̨̀ò̸͟ct̀o͘ŗ̶.҉..̷̢ Y҉̀͏ȩ̸͟ ̀k̶n͏͏o̶w̵ ͠w̧ha̴t̶͝͠ ţ͡a̕ ͜d̵̴̛ó̡҉,̨̛͜ wa̶͞i̴̢t̴ ̴͜i͘n̴̛ t͢͠h̀͞'̢ h̶al̴l̶̕͜wà̕y̷͘ a͡n'͜ ͡p̡r͡e͏̕tè̡͡ǹ͏d҉ ̢̡ye͝r̢̧̕ w͜a̴l̢͢k̷̡͠í̢͠n̴̕g͘ ̷o̢̕͠út̴,́͝ ͏th̶̢ęn̵̡̕ ̵͟͝ye̸͠ ̨s̀͟͝é͞e̴͝͠ ̴̶̕m̀͢ȩ ̶͠a͢҉͘n̨̡'́͡ ̴̸ru̵͘ņ̛ ̸̧̧o̶͞v͠èŗ,̧̧͢ ́n̶͘͟ ͠şa͝v͡͝e ̵̨͠th̴̢em,̛ ͡͞t̨̕he̴͜ ̛͢ḿ̧o̕s͏͡t͘͢ ̡s̡͠i̛͜m̕͘͢p̀͞l͘͡es̡̛͟t͘ ͏͘o̧͟f̵́ ͏p̢͜͝laņ̴s̷͡.̕..̡ ́͞E̛͘v̧͏é̶͠n̡͢ ͟a̡̨n̸̢̡ ̷i̡̢d̢͘i͜͞ot ̕l̷̴̡i̡k̷͘͜e̷ ̴͢Ŗo͏̷b̀͢bi͢e̴͞ ̷̸c͘͢óu̧͜l̷d́͜ ̨fól͏l͘͟o͡͠͏w̶~̸̡̡" Anti chuckled, Henrik only glared at him "Vwell, I vwould prefer you don't call Robbie an idiot, but nonezeless... Finally, I get to be vwith meine kleiner..." If it were possible, Henrik would have hearts in his eyes right now... He was finally going to be with the one he loved, with the being that is his and his alone... You... He could hardly wait, he was practically shoving the amused Anti out of the secret lab and slamming the door shut "Go, go already!" Somehow this only seemed to amuse the glitch even further, he would've just stopped dead in his tracks however... "A҉̛͡ ҉̢p̵̀͟r̛͜҉o̧͞m̴̛is͏e̢͜͠,̸͝ ҉̕is̢͜ ͘a ̷̧p͟r̕͞o̵̕m̵̷͟i̷̛s̴e̵.̷.̷͜.͟ ̷͡Y̸̡e̢ ́h̡͢e̡lp̷͢͠e͠d ̧m̷̴̷e̢͞ o͝u̵̸t,͘ ̡̢̀a̧n'̸͟ I̡̡͝ ̵͝á ͢l ͏̡w̷͞ ̷͡a ̧͢͝ý̴ ͜s͠ ̸́m͞͏a̵̵̢ḱe ̷g̢͡o̧̢͟o̸d̵ o҉̶ń m'̕ ̷̢́w͞o̡r̢̡d~̕͠͝"̧͘ ...Well that was partially a lie, usually he only made 'deals' and then betrayed the other party in the end, but for this one time... He'd be 'helpful' towards Henrik. Anti walked out and proceeded towards the living room, he suspected you were in there... Or maybe he could have some fun with Robbie if you decided to go visit him again... He looked around the room, finally seeming to spot you, a malicious grin spread across his face as he glitched over to your spot, startling you and making you stumble "̴́͞H̶è̡l͟͏̨l̛o̧͢,͠ p͟҉ì͡ps̛q̸̨u̡ea̴͘͢k͏҉~͜"̵̡ He quickly grabbed you, dangling you up in the air by your shirt, you immediately began to struggle and panic "An-Anti?! What are you doing?! Let me go!" His grin only widened "̶̧I̸̢̕f y̡e͏ in̴͡s̢i̢s̸̀ţ~͞" He then let go of you, cackling as you began screaming, you squeezed your eyes shut, oh god you were going to die... Before you could hit the ground however, Anti caught you, waiting for you to open your eyes again... You took a few minutes to realize, you weren't... Falling anymore? You opened your eyes and saw Anti had caught you, now you were angry albeit fearful "What the fuck is your problem?! What do you want from me?!" His grip only tightened, making you cry out in pain "̵͝M' ҉͟j̧us̢͏t͏ ͏̡h͘͟a͞v̵͟i̕n'̡ ̕͢s͡ó̷͜m͏̢͘e̶͠ ͟f̧uń͢͞,̶̵ ̕͠l̀͠͠i͢t̀̕͞tl̸͞è ͞͝ṕ̢͠r̛e̢҉y~" Henrik had to play it cool, like he was just walking out there... This couldn't seem like an act, he then walked out from the hallway and his eyes widened upon seeing Anti who had a hold of you, he saw Anti messing around with you, tossing you around, and various other things, okay that made Henrik really angry... He knew Anti was supposedly just acting but to see him doing that to you, an overprotective urge surged through him as he stomped over and snatched you away "Anti, get ze fack out of here! Leave zhem alone!" Anti only chuckled "͢C̵͡'͟͜m̵̛ơ̧͡n҉͟ ̨͏d͢o͢c͢tơ̵r̢~̧҉̀ ̧͜͢M' ́͢͟jus̶͟t ţ̷r͠yǹa͏҉ ̛̀h͏͡à̡͡vę̶ ͡҉sǫ́m҉҉e͏̀ ̴͘f̧̛ ͘ų n̡̡͞~̸"̨̛ He was going to reach for you once again, however his hand was met with a scalpel and suddenly, he was bleeding, well now... Anti hadn't planned for that but it didn't make him angry, in fact it did the opposite... He had a deranged grin on his face and he was laughing "̛W̸̨e͜l̡l͢͢͠ ̧ņ̛͢ò̷w̸~҉ ̢̡͞D̷ìd҉n҉͠'͢ţ ҉èx͠p̛͝ecţ̛̕ ̷̢͜t̡h̸́a̛t́͟͟~̢̕" He lifted his hand up to his mouth, his tongue lolling out to lick the blood up before he merely glitched away. You cringed upon seeing that as did Henrik, who you immediately looked up and smiled at "T-Thank you... For saving me..." The Doctor smiled back "Vwhy of course, I vwould never let him get avway vwith hurting you... I vwould never let anyvone hurt you..." He paused, okay... It was now or never... "I... Uh... (Y/N)... I have a confession to make..." You rose a brow "Oh? Go on..." Was he going to say... What you think he was going to...? He then cleared his throat before continuing on "I... Look... I'm... in love with you... I can't help it, ze first moment you arrived, my heart skipped a beat... Vwhich I tried to tell myself zhere's no vway but of course... I guess I vwas wrong on zat one... I'm... Ah... Mein Gott... Zis must be so vweird to you, ja?" You took a few moments before staring up at him "No... It's not... Weird... Not weird at all... Actually Hen... I feel the same way about you, your really nice... I didn't really know what to think about you at first, but over time... I kept thinking about you and..." Your face turned red as he gave you a gentle smooch, well... As best he could anyways, smooching a tiny could be quite difficult. Even Henrik's face had turned red at that point "Ah... Vwould you like to... Uhm... Go out fo' some Coffee...?" He paused before quickly speaking in German "Der Kaffee geht auf mich!" You could... About guess as to what that means before nodding "Sure, I'd like that..." And with that, Henrik set the scalpel down and set you down on the counter "Ah... Let me change into something... Ozher zhan a lab coat before vwe go" He chuckled as did you, watching as he walked off into the hallway, honestly... You thought this would be a fun time, you two could get to know each other better and bond over some coffee time... This would be good, it would be fun... After a bit, Henrik came out dressed in a dark brown turtleneck sweater with matching pants and a light brown jacket adorning him as well, your face turned bright red as you spoke "You look... Fancy... I mean- You look... Good... Those clothes really suit you" You gave him a pleasant smile, he smiled back "Danke... Vwell, are vwe ready to go? Or do you need to do something real quick?" You thought for a moment before shaking your head "I'm good... I think, so I guess we're ready!" Henrik smiled and held you close, he took a deep breath... Finally... He and he alone can spend time with you, he walked out the door and headed off towards the coffee shop, luckily it wasn't too far so he could walk there, and during this time... There usually wasn't many people around so he didn't have to worry about someone getting in his way... You and Henrik chatted some until he finally reached the coffee shop, he went inside and sat down, setting you down in front of him, surprisingly, there was nobody aside from the workers inside... Then again everyone was usually busy at this time, the person behind the bar looked at Henrik and then down at you, they smiled brightly "Hello! Welcome to Mellow Monocle Barista! What can I get for you two today?" Well they were acknowledging you, even if you were a tiny person, that made you happy honestly... Henrik was first to speak "I vwould like a plain black coffee, vwhat vwould you like mein liebe?" You thought for a moment before speaking "I would like a... (Your Favorite Drink)... Uh, please" They nodded and then they walked over and then began preparing both your drinks. While you both waited, Henrik looked down at you, staring at you with that loving expression of his "Deine Augen sind wie Sterne~" You blinked and looked up at him "What...?" You assumed it was something flirtatious just judging by the look in his eyes, he could only chuckle at your response "I said your eyes look like stars... Zhere so... Beautiful..." You blushed at his statement, before you could say anything, the person came back over with both your drinks, they gave you a bottle cap full of your drink and looked at you "Ah... we don't... have any cups your size, really sorry about that in advance!" You merely smiled at them "Don't worry about it! I don't mind drinking from a bottle cap, besides... It's not often you see a tiny person roaming around anyways" They couldn't help but laugh, albeit nervously "I guess your right... Anyways, you two have a nice day! And enjoy your drinks! Let me know if any of you need something else!" Henrik didn't like how friendly they were getting with you... No- He needed to control that, they weren't... Doing anything wrong, as long as they left and didn't do anything or say anything to you, it'll be fine... Luckily for Henrik, they left to go do something or another... He sighed in relief and took a sip of his coffee, staring down at you once more... You were such a beautiful treasure to him... More importantly... You were his treasure, so perfect... Nobody else should get to lay their eyes upon you except him, nobody should be able to talk to you except him... And especially nobody else should be able to hold you but him, that might sound crazy to others but honestly at this point... He didn't care what others would think or say, he didn't care if he sounded crazy, he just loved you so dearly... That's all this was, nothing creepy or weird... Your shouting seemed to have jolted him out of his thoughts "H-Hm? Vwhat is it?" You looked up at Henrik with a concerned expression "You alright, Hen? You... Haven't said anything for awhile..." Henrik merely smiled at you "Oh, I'm fine Schatz, I vwas merely thinking about you... Zat's all... You are just so beautiful..." You blushed and couldn't help but smile back "Aw, your too sweet, you know that?" You paused and then looked down at your empty bottle cap "Well, I'm ready to go whenever you are" Henrik finished his coffee finally and nodded "Are you sure you aren't... Hungry or anything like zat?" You shook your head "No, I'm good, thank you for asking though" Typical Henrik, he seemed like the type to worry about you, or worried if you've ate, drank, etc... Henrik then left some money on the counter, a tip included and then walked out, he then proceeded to head home... Again it was silent as you just relaxed in his palm until he got back to the house, once he stepped inside you sighed happily "...I had a great time Henrik, that was... Nice..." Henrik nodded "Yeah... Zhey have ze best drinks und zheir food is pretty good as vwell..." He then headed to back to his lab with you in hand and sat down in his chair "Ah... Finally... Vwe can just relax fo' ze rest of ze day... I have no vwork to do right now anyvways..." He set you down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, however right as he leaned back in his chair, his phone vibrated "Oh Mein Gott... I svwear-" He began muttering some profanities as he pulled out his phone and checked what it was... "Vwell... Mein liebe... I guess vwork is never facking done... I'll be back soon, I have to go und do some schtuff... Please stay here in ze lab, I don't vwant Anti coming after you again und he rarely ever comes in here" You nodded "Okay... Just don't stress yourself out too much!" He nodded and then quickly rushed out, leaving you alone... You had some time so you decided to explore around the lab from the safety of the desk, it was... Very clean, part of you had suspected Henrik was a clean/neat freak... Then again it never hurts to keep things tidy so you could partially understand that... You stopped dead in your tracks upon hearing a noise of some kind... It sounded like some form of muffled screaming, and some groaning sounds... There were multiple muffled screams... Or at least that's what you thought they were... Maybe... You were just tired and hearing things or something... There's no way- Upon hearing a loud creaking sound, you cringed... Okay you were definitely hearing something... You looked around and noticed a large metal door with a keypad beside it... You rose a brow "Huh... I don't... Remember seeing that..." You muttered to yourself, you were curious about this door however... You needed to find the pass-code, surely Henrik had it around here somewhere. You searched around the desk and looked off into the distance, you saw nothing that could be of much help... The papers you had seen were all files written in German, they didn't seem to have any numbers on them however, you sighed... This was hopeless, you'd never find the pass-code... You looked at his computer, this was your last resort... You walked over and pressed a button and immediately it came on, it had a bunch of sticky notes opened on it, you huffed, this was going to take awhile... And after awhile of going through them, you finally found one with numbers on it... This had to be it! All the other notes were mostly in German, you'd keep the numbers in mind... Now you had to find a way to get up there... You looked around and there was a bookshelf near the door, a red string dangled down, far enough to where you could grab it and potentially climb up... Although, you needed to check if it was held up by something strong first... You managed to climb down from the desk after what felt like an eternity and ran over towards the bookshelf, you then grasped onto the red string and gave it a hard tug... It didn't budge however, you tugged it a few more times just to be safe, however it still seemed very sturdy, and so you began climbing up the red string and towards the keypad, you realized however... You'd have to swing a few times just so you could press the numbers on this thing ...Was this really worth all the trouble? Who knows what could even be down there... However your curiosity had gotten the best of you and you've come this far so too late to turn back now... You had begun swinging back and forth, pressing each number one by one, it was so tedious but eventually you got them all and then with one final swing you pressed enter and the door swung open, you sighed in relief "Finally!" Just then however... The red string had began loosening up, with all of your might you immediately swung over and landed on the door handle, taking the red string with you as you flew, you clutched onto the door handle for dear life and shivered "O-Oh... Fu-Fuck... I could've died..." You looked at the red string and smiled, well at least you knew you could get down safely... You then proceeded to tie the string to the handle and made sure it was as tight as it could be that way it doesn't loosen up and make you plummet to your untimely demise, after making sure this time, you then grabbed the string and slid down it, just like how one would slide down a fireman's pole... You then reached a stair ...Oh god there were stairs, ugh this was going to be a bit tedious but its better than what you were doing before... You then proceeded down the stairs, and slowly but surely after what felt like an eternity you got down them all, and what you saw before you made your eyes widen with horror... The others... They were... All tied up on operating tables, most of them were crying, others were screaming muffled-ly in an angry manner, and some were screaming out of pure fear and desperation, they were all bloody... So many questions and thoughts ran through your head upon seeing all of this ...This was... There's no way... Henrik did this...? How... Why would he... And just as you were about to try and desperately scramble back up the stairs, you turned and saw Henrik standing there, a shocked and... disappointed expression on his face...? "Mein... liebe..." He started, something was off with his voice, as he stared at you "How did you get down here? Ze door had a keypad on it..." He paused, his expression was now one of disappointment and he looked a bit angry "Don't you know any better? Breaking into ze secret part of my lab... Zat vwas very rude of you... Und not to mention, very dangerous!" You looked at him and then back at the tied up egos, you then began to try and speak, all that came out at first was nothing but a stuttering jumbled mess "I-I... I'm... I'm sorry... I... I-I... Wh...What.... I mean... He...Henrik... Wh...What the hell? What did you... Di-D...Did... you-you... d-d-do...? Wh...Why?!" You somehow managed to yell despite how petrified and mortified you were by all this, but the doctor merely tsked "Now now... Don't vworry... Just... Come on... Let's go back upstairs..." He stepped down and immediately you stepped back, which seemed to make him frown even more "...Mein. Liebe. I s a i d... Let's. Go. Back. Up. S t a i r s..." And suddenly, before Henrik could even move to grab you, you heard some form of chant and then you were upstairs, you assumed it was Marvin so you quickly dashed away, this made Henrik seethe with rage as his head snapped towards Marvin "You... I svwear..." Henrik pulled out a syringe from his lab coat and walked over to Marvin who's eyes widened, he was afraid however it was worth it, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath "...Be safe little one..." And then there was a stabbing pain in his neck and he fell unconscious, Henrik then threw the syringe to the ground "Zhere... Zat should take care of him fo' avwhile..." He then quickly began to make his way up the stairs... You barely had any time to get out of his lab before you quickly hid in the bookshelf, covering your mouth before any sobs could escape... Why would Henrik do this? Just... Why? How could he do something so horrible... Tears began falling down your face as you slid as far back into the bookshelf as you could manage, you held back a whimper as you heard him call out your name in that sickeningly sweet voice that you had once loved "Ohhh (Y/N)... Come on out now... I know you didn't get too far... You may can run fast fo' your size... However... Zhere's no vway you could've made it out of zis room in time..." You heard his footsteps booming around, first they got farther and farther away... You could hear him rummaging around the room for you, making it a mess... Suddenly the footsteps began getting louder and louder as they grew closer, you suppressed a whimper, you just wanted to get out of here... You didn't want to be here anymore... You still couldn't understand why he'd do such a thing... Suddenly, you could hear the sound of books  being shoved out of the way and hitting the floor, you immediately huddled back into the furthest part of the corner, struggling to hold in your whimpers and sobs, please... just go away you thought over and over... You prayed he'd go away, finally he was on the last row of books, you could hear him chuckle "I know you are zhere... I can smell your fear... Vwhy are you afraid of me? Zhere's no reason to be afraid of me silly... I vwon't hurt you, I'm not angry vwith you fo' going down zhere..." And finally he pulled the last book out and grinned as he saw you "Found you~!" You began screaming as he grabbed you, you clawed desperately at the bookshelf but it was no use, he pulled you out of your hiding spot with the slightest of ease... You stared up at him, looking at his now deranged lovesick expression, you trembled as he brought his other hand closer, he used a single finger to wipe the tears away from your face "Don't cry mein liebling... Shh... It's alright... I'm not gonna hurt you... I vwould never... I love you, silly~" You hiccuped and began full out sobbing "W-Wh...Why t-tho...though?..." Henrik rose a brow "Hmm? Vwhy vwhat...?" You took a minute, taking a deep shaky breath "Wh...Why did you do it...? To...To them? Why are they... Down there? Tie...Tied up...? Bl-B-B-Bl...Bloody...?" Henrik merely sighed "I vwanted zhem out of ze vway... Can't you see it? Zhey vwere in ze vway... Ze vway of us... Zhey... Vwanted to steal you avway from me... I saw ze vway zhey looked at you... Ze vway zhey... s p o k e to you... You know... That upset me, Schatz... To see zhem interacting vwith you... To see ze vway zhey looked at you... So I had to get rid of zhem somehow... I needed zhem out of ze vway so zat I could be vwith you instead~" Your eyes widened, you felt like you were going to be sick "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THEY DIDN'T DESERVE IT! YOU'RE SICK!" You snapped at him, which he didn't seem to like... Henrik's expression shifted from lovesick to angry "... (Y/N)..." He started, his tone harsh, whatever friendliness or love that was once in it was entirely gone "Vwhen you say zat... It sounds to me like you... you care fo' zhem more zhan you care fo' me... You... didn't l i e to me... Right...? Vwhen you said admitted you felt ze same vway fo' me...? Vwhen you said you loved me too... Vwas zat all a l i e...?" His grip tightened around you which made you cry out in pain "I....I... I'm-" Henrik cut you off with a hiss "Liebe... I think you had better choose zhose next vwords c a r e f u l l y... Just tell me... Am I misunderstanding...? You do love me... Right?" You cringed but nodded, you couldn't tell him you didn't... That might push him past the point of reasoning, you would lie to him... "Y-Yes... You... misunderstood I... I... aha..." You paused, taking another deep breath "I....I still love you..." Your tone was shaky... and to him it was off putting, he could tell the difference... "...Liar..." He hissed through his teeth "You... Your lying to me Schatz... I can tell... Ze vway you said it before held such truth... Now its e m p t y... You don't love me? You love zhem more, don't you? Is zat it? ...You've loved zhem more zhan me from the start, haven't you...? Ze first moment zhey set foot into zis house... You fell for zhem... Maybe not all but vone of zhem... Who?! Who vwas it?!" You whimpered, tears beginning to flow once more "I didn't! I didn't love them over you! Henrik! I loved you!" That word seemed to trigger him, his grin got wider and he laughed madly "You... L O V E D me... Is zat right...? Zat vwould mean you don't love me now..." You regretted that, you regretted letting that slip out of your mouth, you couldn't take it at this point, the rage that was hidden behind the fear came out "....I HATE YOU! YOU HURT THEM! YOU HURT MY FRIENDS! THEY DIDN'T DESERVE THIS NOW LET THEM GO!" That sent Henrik over the edge it seemed, his grip was tightened around you and he began laughing, however that wasn't any normal laugh that you ever heard, that was the sound of a deranged psychopath "Zat vwasn't very nice of you... mein liebling... You..." He paused, his grin getting wider as he stared at you with a loving expression if you could even call it that at this point "...No... Nononono... You love me... I know you do... I should be more... Considerate... Your just afraid... Zhere's no reason fo' zat... I love you... You know zat... I vwould never harm you... I vwouldn't vwant to damage zat beautiful skin of yours...~" He lovingly petted you, which just made you sick to your stomach, you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't take any of it anymore, this entire hellish situation you were in... It began to break you... You just began crying and sobbing and breaking down. Henrik held your tiny shaking form close "Shh... It's okay... Just breathe... I've got you... Don't vworry... I vwon't let anyvone take you avway from me... I vwon't let anyvone hurt you..." He cooed softly, his tone taking a more loving turn, although at this point it was sickening to you... You just wanted to vomit at the sound of it, your cries, sobs, and hiccups echoed throughout the room as Henrik continued to soothe you, or well... Try to soothe you... "Shh... Just relax... Everything vwill be okay... Vwe're together now und vwe are going to be together forever... I promise I vwill take care of you..." He paused, before pressing a soft kiss to your tiny form, he smiled pleasantly at you, or well... You would've thought the smile was pleasant before, now the smile just terrified you... Henrik in general scared you... You shuddered as he then whispered in a soft tone "...Ich liebe dich~"

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=Chapter 8

“So we got through a LOT of homework tonight.”

Yang laughed as they sped down the road toward Atlas Heights. “Yep. Bet you didn’t think you’d be getting tutored, too, did ya?”

“I didn’t,” Weiss admitted. “I can’t believe you went along with that!”

“Well… okay, I know it’s pretty raunchy to give you a peep show. But it really does tend to make for a lot less awkward first times if we just let Coco break in the new girls like that.”

Wrapping her arms tighter around Yang’s body, causing her to wince again from the bruises, she said, “Probably! And despite what I said, I did learn a few things about, um, technique that I won’t be forgetting!”

“Mmm… I bet you won’t.”

“Also… is it crazy to admit that after watching all that play out, riding your motorcycle is starting to feel really good right about now?”

Yang pulled up to a stop sign and waited there, instead of taking off again as she could have done. Her head craned around to look at Weiss. “Really? Want to make a pit stop at the depot and I can take care of that?”

“No.”

“Awww, c’mon,” she needled very gently, impish grin in place. “I guarantee it’ll feel better than a Harley.”

“Maybe so, but I’m already out past curfew. They will suspect something if I’m tired in the morning.”

“And you definitely would be.” When she poked Yang in the breast, she laughed and said, “If you’re trying to make me mad, that’s not the way to do it; just makes me want to have a little study session of our own right here in the street.”

“You Dragons are impossible.”

Still, Yang finished driving her back to her neighbourhood. Weiss spent the entire trip trying not to focus too hard on the sensations the moving vehicle was sparking within her body; it wasn’t fair. She had never noticed them before, on bikes, cars, trains, horses… any such thing. But such was her curse for dating a Dragon: heightened awareness of sexuality.

When she hopped off the motorcycle, she hesitated long enough that Yang tilted her head and waited. Finally, she began, “I’m… still not quite sure how to feel about hanging out with them. Things keep happening that I’m not ready for yet, and all the time. But I definitely know they’re… I guess ‘good people’ sounds patronizing, doesn’t it?”

Shrugging her shoulders under her leather, Yang stared up at the stars. “Yeah. But I get what you mean. They really are a great group of friends, even if they’re rough. And always horny.”

The phrase made Weiss titter, and Yang grinned before leaning over to take her lips. After they shared a long kiss, Weiss feeling her ankle rising into the air as she leaned into the contact, she pulled back just enough to whisper, “I had a great time with you today. All of it, even watching Coco prostitute her lover.”

“Nobody paid for it,” Yang muttered, and they both grinned. Then her face turned slightly more serious. “Me, too. I think you might be the one, Schnee.”

“The one what?”

“The one to tame the Dragon. To make me a one-woman woman.”

Rolling her eyes, Weiss said, “You don’t have to keep using such lines on me when I’m already available for kissing anytime.”

“But I mean it.”

Their smiles were gone now. Weiss felt her heart pounding, the backs of her knees tingled in the chill night air. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good?”

“Guess that’s the kind of thing I would do by reputation. But I don’t lie to girlfriends. And I wouldn’t tell you I’m serious if I’m not serious.” Her hand slid very slightly through Weiss’s hair, fingertips digging into her scalp. “I’m crazy about you, Schnee. And I know we were talking about how it can’t happen, but… if it could… I think I could see myself marrying you.”

Tears sprang to her eyes instantly, as if summoned with magic. “Oh! Oh, Yang… no one’s ever- I m-mean, I’m starting to feel that way, too, but I don’t know how to…”

Neither of them seemed to know what else to say about it, so they kissed, longer and deeper, and more yearning than before. It took every ounce of willpower Weiss had to pull away from the contact, but she knew she had to be getting back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she breathed as she began to walk backwards away from the bike.

“You will. And every day, if I can help it.”

“Maybe… tennis?”

Grinning, Yang merely waved instead of answering. Weiss climbed the trellis, electing to simply move softly instead of taking off her shoes, and winced at the noises of them echoing off the shingles.

As she reached to slide her window shut, she heard the Harley driving off and grinned to herself. This was all she had ever wanted without knowing she wanted it. If the price was having to watch two women behave immodestly, it seemed like a bargain, all things considered.

“Yang Xiao Long,” she breathed softly to herself as she fell back on her bed, staring up at the pristine white ceiling. “Golly gee…”

It took too long for Weiss to fall asleep that night. As always, the idea of dating Yang was plaguing her thoughts, but in this case it was partly because she finally realised…

‘I just watched two people have sex,’ she thought to herself. ‘Didn’t I? There was no penis involved, which is how I learned sex works, but… there’s no way what they did DOESN’T count as sex. Right?’

Without anyone there to answer her, the thoughts swirled around and around. She tried rolling onto her side, then her back, then her stomach again. Nothing helped. In the back of her mind, she knew the reason was that her body had been even further awakened by the little demonstration and the bike ride home - as if it needed any help. Yang was already sweeping her off her feet in ways she could never have imagined. But what could she do about it?

‘There is that demonstration. Coco showed me exactly what to do.’

But she quickly tried to put that out of her mind. No way she could do that to her own body! It was indecent and wrong! Wasn’t it? One pale hand began to sneak down to the waistband of her pajamas, but that was as far as she got before she jerked it back. She couldn’t possibly.

But as she tossed and turned, she began to wonder if she might need to ask Yang to help her relieve that building stress sooner rather than later. At least there was more than one way for them to accomplish that.

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“Fifteen-love!”

Panting, Yang sagged against the net for a moment, wiping the sweat from her forehead. They had been batting the little yellow ball back and forth for nearly an hour and a half now. Privately, Weiss was really enjoying the sight of the blonde bruiser getting all worked up, but she would never admit such a thing aloud. Especially not in a public park.

“I think… I’m almost getting the hang of this,” Yang finally replied. “Even if I still… can’t beat you.”

Twirling her racquet in her hands, Weiss smirked at her. “Really? Because it looks to me like you’re about to fall apart on me, Xiao Long.”

Yang’s bottom lip jutted out in protest. “Thought calling you by your… last name was… my thing.”

“I’m stealing it.”

“Oh, really? So can I… ask for payment in return?”

The Dragon was completely transparent. Quickly looking around to make sure the park was at least deserted enough that no one would notice, she darted forward and pecked Yang’s lips over the top of the net. She was so surprised that she nearly slipped the rest of the way down to the court.

“Goodness me,” Yang breathed in a besotted tone.

“Stop,” Weiss laughed, returning to a serving position. Though her face felt distinctly warmer.

They didn’t keep it up much longer than that before Yang decided she was through. Tennis used different muscle groups than the bodybuilding and general exercise she normally got, and wore her out quickly. They towelled their faces and necks off, and Yang grabbed up her leather jacket as they walked over to where she’d left her Harley.

“I swear, you’re turning me into somebody completely different,” she said as she paused at a water fountain.

“What do you mean? I could say the same about you! I mean, I’ve never snuck out of the house before you came along!”

Wiping her mouth with the back of her forearm, she smirked over at Weiss as she stepped back to allow her to take a drink. “Yeah, and I never played tennis or had a ‘study date’ before.”

“Hmm,” she said as she bent over the spout and turned the spigot on. “Then I guess we have a lot to teach each othaaaagh?!”

The water ran down from her nose and chin into the basin as she felt Yang’s hand move back and forth across her rear. She tried to find a way within herself to speak up, to reprimand her for being so bold in public - putting her hand up her skirt even - but she couldn’t seem to come up with any words. Each fingertip pressing into her flesh through the taut fabric of her underwear sent a fresh chill up her spine.

“What was that?”

“Bluh…” That was all she could say, given the water still running over her mouth. She couldn’t seem to release the handle, either.

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” Yang purred into her ear as she kept it up, and Weiss swayed slightly, knees no longer able to keep her upright quite so easily as before. “Speak up a little, baby.”

Finally, she did come back to herself and stood bolt upright, taking a step away from Yang to wipe at her face. “YANG!”

“What?” she chuckled.

“You, you… masher!” Then she coughed for a moment before adding, “I never thought I’d have to call a woman that!”

The brute put on a sweet, innocent face that almost worked, given that she was wearing a white A-line dress for their game rather than her usual attire. “Awww, come on, Weissy. I was just playing with you. Don’t be so sensitive!”

“Me?! We are in public, Yang! You need to be more sensitive to that!”

“Maybe I just wanted revenge for you whooping me so easily.”

That level of pettiness surprised her. “Did you?”

“Well… okay, not really. That little skirt was just too tempting,” she confessed.

“Okay, that sounds more accurate.” Clearing her throat, she turned away and folded her arms over her chest, racquet dangling and swinging back and forth. “Fine. I assume you had noticed no one was in this area before you started groping things I haven’t given you permission to grope yet?”

Rolling her eyes, Yang slid an arm around Weiss’s waist and started guiding her toward the bike again. “Of course. I’m not that much of a dumbbell.”

“Good.”

“Great,” she laughed. “Glad we settled that.”

“Mmm.” Around the time they reached the bike, Weiss couldn’t help asking, “Do you really like touching me there that much?”

“What?”

“My… you know. Derrière. Do you like touching it that much?”

Yang snorted at the unexpected query. “Well… yeah. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like doing it. You have a nice, firm little caboose; fun to squeeze now and then. But you know all you have to do is smack me and I’ll stop, right?”

Though she was still flustered, thinking about Yang enjoying it that much, she smiled at the question. “Of course. You’ve made that clear from the beginning; you’re going to keep using my body like a toy, and if I ever get furious enough at you, all I have to do is speak up.”

“That’s not… how I’d put it…”

“I’m teasing,” Weiss told her when she saw just how worried Yang looked by her phrasing. She slid onto the bike behind Yang and held onto her waist, leaning up to kiss the side of her cheek. “Really, I do understand. We’re both kind of just… experimenting. And so far, more of the experiments have been successes than failures. I think that’s a pretty good record.”

“Me too,” she breathed, smiling at her for a long moment. The moment stretched on, and neither of them seemed to want to break their gazes. There was something truly magical about looking into the Dragon’s eyes, being this near to her.

But finally, she cleared her throat and turned back around. “I’ll take you home, then I gotta split. That parley is tonight and I don’t want to let the girls down.”

Weiss felt a flutter of worry in her stomach. “Do you have to go? I mean, meeting with a rival gang… it’s not very-”

“We’re not really rivals. They handle the business district and places like that; we’re strictly the other side of town. The crummy side,” she added with a slight smile as she started the bike. “We just like to keep things civil and make sure no toes are stepped on.”

There wasn’t much else Weiss could say to that, so she fell silent. All she could do was worry, and worrying solved nothing. Best to simply wait for news.

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Which she got the next morning. If Yang's exhausted expression was any indication, things had not gone as smoothly as she hoped.

“Why the long face?” she asked as cheerfully as she could.

“Because I am Mister Ed.” There was no inflection to the joke as the dejected Dragon leaned back against the lockers.

“That bad, hm? I'm sorry.”

Trying for a casual shrug that looked more like a stretch gone wrong, Yang grunted, “It’s fine. Salem and their head cheese don’t get along so great. They’ll work it out eventually, but yeah, we’ll need a second pow-wow.”

Weiss leaned back with her, hoping her companionship would be of some use when her words were not. A few students were glancing at them in mild curiosity, but after they sat together in the cafeteria, it was a lot less shocking.

“And we gotta study today,” Yang went on eventually. “Teach made a big deal about me actually trying on my math homework, though he sounded sarcastic. So maybe… it’s not a total waste of time.”

“That’s great!” she burst out immediately, shaking Yang’s bicep just enough to make her smile very slightly. “See? I was right; you’re just lazy.”

Fire flashed in Yang’s eyes as she grinned. “Let me take you to the depot tonight and I’ll show you just how lazy I-”

“Hey, guys!”

The Dragon fell silent as Ruby came to a stop in front of the pair of them. This time, her hood was down, and Weiss could she had shortish brown hair, even shorter than that of her carrot-headed friend.

“Hey, Fuzzy Duck,” Yang murmured sullenly.

“You guys look like you’re… getting along again,” she remarked with a wide smile. Weiss could tell she was nervous behind the chipper facade, but commenting on it would only make it worse for her. “Glad to hear it! I was kinda worried that it wouldn’t go so-”

“What do you want?”

“Yang!” Weiss whispered, slapping her bicep gently. “She’s your sister!”

“Uh-huh.”

Fidgeting, Ruby went on, “So, um… I guess… that’s all! Have a great day, guys!” Then she sped off before Weiss could get out a single syllable.

“What a pest,” Yang sighed - before Weiss swatted her again. “Hey! You want Oobleck giving us the business again?”

“That sweet girl just wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing, and all you had to say was ‘fuzzy duck’? Whatever that means!”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “It’s a girl with short hair. Get it? Chick with fuzzy feathers instead of amber waves like mine?”

“Oh…”

“And don’t worry about how me and Rubes get along. I just…” Her fingers rose up to comb through her hair as she started walking. Weiss felt irritated at being expected to just follow in step, but talking to Yang was more important than that sticking point. “Lot of bad memories. Dad ditching us, Summer dying. And she won’t come by because Raven scares her. Like… I can’t blame her, but I kinda can. Y’know?”

Weiss chewed the inside of her lip for a moment. “I see. Well… do you go to visit her?”

“Hah!” she burst out. “I don’t get along with Uncle Qrow. He has old Hunstman ties; doesn’t really abide my being a Dragon, both because he’s ex-gang and because his ex-gang isn’t the one I’m in.”

“Is Raven ex-gang, too?”

Yang’s head whipped around quickly to gape at her. Then she snorted. “Maybe you really are the smartest girl in school, Schnee.”

“As if there was any doubt,” she sighed, examining her fingernails with a smirk playing around the corner of her mouth.

“Damn. You make me wanna do things to you that would get us suspended.”

Nearly tripping over her own feet, Weiss recovered quickly and leaned against Yang for just a second. It was a second too long; she knew at least a few students had seen, had noticed. Maybe they would never understand what it meant, but it still shot her pulse into the stratosphere.

“Careful, Princess.”

“Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile.

“Hey, why is that creepy kid staring at us?”

Weiss’s eyes shot up, but she couldn’t see anyone watching them. Apparently, they were looking away just in time, and she had been wrong about their moment of closeness going entirely ignored. “Who do you mean?” she whispered.

“Gone already. Guess we’re just that entertaining.” Yang had already stepped a little to the side, putting a more normal amount of distance between their bodies. “Um… so I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“You wanna study a little at lunch? Make it easier to find time, since I have other stuff going on after school. I mean, I’ll miss sitting with the girls, but it’s fine once in awhile.”

Feigning shock, she laughed, “Who is this? What have you done with Yang Xiao Long? Is this ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’?!”

“Wow, leave me alone, you germ! What did I do to deserve this?”

“So much. Do you want me to make a list?”

“Nope,” Yang chortled as they made their way down the hall, sounding happy as a clam. The feeling was mutual.

[pnf-lover98]

Cars 3 - Here For You

Hey, there!

I'm proud to show you my first Cars fanfiction!

I got the idea for this fanfiction after reading Whipplefilter's haiku seasons fict, on Tumblr.

I tried to balance everything, the heavier/more emotional scenes with the light and cute ones.

Hope you'll like it

Sally Carrera has never been much of a believer. Actually, she's barely got any religious faith at all. But there she is, parked in the waiting area next to the surgery rooms in one of Los Angeles' hospitals. Crying.

“Please, don't take him away!”, she prays, whispering over and over.

Mater calls her on the phone. It's already the fourth time the tow truck does so. He and the rest of the crew are staying together, just outside the race track stadium, and they're all as worried as Sally is.

“Sal! You know something yet?” the young man asks, to which Sally replies with a no.

The woman hesitates. “...Mater?”

“Yes?”

“I'm...scared” the blue car confesses.

Hearing this via speakerphone, Guido and Luigi glance at each other. “Bad sign”, the Fiat whispers; Sally's rarely scared of anything! Fillmore tries to calm everyone down; ”Don't worry! He's going to make it”, the bus says, loud enough so that the Porsche car can hear him on the other end of the phone.

Mater tells the woman to warn them when she will have some news, then the tow truck hangs up.

All Sally know is she doesn't know; she's never seen a car crash that bad, she can't tell how severe Lightning's injuries are...All she knows is that when doctors move around frantically is not a good sign, and that her whole world would break down without her beloved boyfriend.

The woman spends the next few hours recalling the events of that afternoon. The crowded stadium, a race like many others, and then Storm getting the first place, that rushed pit-stop, the crash, her heart stopping....And she prays, hoping everything will go well.

Eventually, one of the doctors drives up to her and tells her that the operation went well, but that Lightning has a pretty bad head trauma, so he'll be unconscious for a while. It shouldn't have any permanent consequence, though, the doctor reassures her. Sally lets out a relieved sigh, glad that her Stickers is alive.

From the very moment doctors allow her to, the woman stays by Lightning's side as much time as she can. That very evening, even though she's tired, she remains at the hospital for one more hour, until Mater relieves her. The next morning, Sally loses herself in her thoughts as she stares at the race car resting in his coma. The silence in the room is broken only by the regular beeping of the heartbeat monitor.

McQueen's friends come to visit him, too; some times it's Mater, sone others Cal and Bobby, one time it's Luigi... But Sally is the one who stays the most. And she talks to Lightning, telling him all the little daily things she can think of, she tells him about the sweet get-well-soon messages his fans from all over the world are publishing online.

As time goes on, after the first few days, Sally's patience starts to run out; all that uncertainty is killing her. She doesn't know how much longer Lightning will be asleep, and the only thing she and her friends can do is wait.

The morning of the eight day after the accident, Sally breaks down. “Please, wake up!” she whispers to Lightning, her front tire close to his. “It's been a week...and I miss you so much! I want to hear your voice again...”

She leans softly against him. The night before she barely slept at all, nightmares kept her up for most of the time, and the hospital room is so silent, with the soft light coming in through the window, and so she dozes off.

McQueen's slightest movement, and the dim noise of his engine starting to buzz interrupt her light sleep. Startled, the woman jolts awake, only to find that Lightning's eyes are slowly opening. In a flash, Sally shifts from surprise to cheer.

“Oh my gosh! Lightning, you're awake!” her eyes are damp with tears of joy.The other car takes a confused look around the hospital room. “Good morning, honey” Sally says with a soft smile. “How do you feel?”

“Sore” McQueen replies, with a pained look on his face. After a short silence, the car calls the other: “...Sal?”

“Yes?”

“What happened?”, Lightning asks. “My mind is all blurry!”

“You...crashed during last week's race” his girlfriend explains. “You were brought to the ER, doctors fixed you...and then you stayed in a coma for a whole week”

“Woah...” Lightning just stares, in a loss of words. What Sally just said is a lot of information to deal with.

“Well I...I'll go and call the nurse now, to warn her that you woke up” the woman says.

When she's almost out of the door, her boyfriend calls her back in; “Sally, wait...!”

The Porsche turns around to face him.

“I...I love you” McQueen says.

“I love you too”, the woman replies with a fond smile.

An hour later it's Mater's turn to visit the race car. The tow truck bursts inthe room, all excited to finally be able to talk with his best friend. “McQueen!!”

“Mater!”

“Dude, I'm so happy you're finally awake! We missed ya so much!”

“...you did?”

“Of course! We were all so worried! You had to see it; the whole stadium froze when they saw you crash” the tow truck tells his friend. “Guido and Luigi panicked; I was about to, but good ol' Fillmore knew how to calm us down. Poor Sally followed the ambulance all the way to here, and she waited for doctors to fix you”

Seeing McQueen's eyes darken, Mater immediately adds “But hey, now everything is over. You're here, you're gonna be fine, and this is all that matters”

When the visit time is over, and Lightning is left alone in his hospital room, he starts to lose himself in his thoughts. He survived what everyone described to be a terrible crash, and he just woke up from a coma. He could have died. But what stuns him the most are mater's words.

“We missed ya so much”

After spending his whole youth surrounded by people that didn't care about him (or even worse, that he didn't care about), that pretended to love him just because his name was getting famous around the racing world, hence a youth spent feeling alone amongst fake relationships... he finally found something real. Real friends, who were genuinely nice with him, and a real love story with a woman he loved whole-hartedly.

It's not like McQueen to get this emotional, but these thoughts, together with the events he's just gone through, make him feel thankful, and warm him on the inside.

* * * * *

It's the third week since McQueen's crash. The race car now is starting to heal and recover; he's back in Radiator Springs, among his friends and the familiar landscapes.

He can barely move, though. Mater has to carry him around most of the time, and this is both frustrating and humiliating, to Lightning's eyes. So, he prefers to move as little as he can.

Sally has been providing Lightning with whatever he may need, and she's there to watch over his therapy exercises. Some times she has to slow him down when he wants to go beyond the doctor's orders, some other times she has to convince him to follow them in the first flace.

This is one of the latter days.

“Come on, Stickers, come outside!” Sally calls for her boyfriend. Next to her there are Mater and Red.

“No, thanks. I'm fine like this” Lightning replies.

“You need a shower, Stinky!” the Porsche says. “Come out, so that we can help you wash”

“Stinky?” McQueen asks surprised. “Wasn't I Stickers?”

“Not as long as you won't let Red do his job” his girlfriend replies with a chuckle. “Now, come out”

When the race care replies with another “no”, Sally decides to opt for plan B; threats. “Don't make me go and call Sarge!” the woman frowns.

Sighing, Lightning gives in and slowly starts rolling toward the doors of the garage.

“Buddy! You're doing great!” Mater says, cheerful as usual.

McQueen comes to a stop, wincing. “Yeah, it's really awesome!” the car replies sarcastic, “I managed to drive for a whole car body lenght before this stinging pain came back!”

Sally lets out a sigh. Her boyfriend has been in a constant bad mood, lately. She can understand him, though. He's used to drive for very long times, he loves to run fast, and now all this forced rest is annoying him.

Once the cleaning process is over, Lightning slowly rolls back in the garage, and Mater and Red leave the other two cars alone.

“A whole body lenght is still a lot more than what you could do two days ago”, Sally reassures Lightning.

“What if...I'll never be able to run again?” the race car asks, his voice low. “I mean, not even at a racing level, just...running in general. What if I'll always be able to move this little?”. He's never been so unsure about his future.

Sally gives him a sympathetic smile. “Stickers, you have to give yourself time; you're only starting to recover! Everything will be fine” the blue car drives by her boyfriend's side. “Soon you'll be back pacing along the town's roads with the rest of us” Sally says, leaning against Lightning. “And then some day you'll train again on Willy's Butte track, and you'll have once again those sparkles in your eyes that running always gives you”. This thought makes her smile.

Picturing what his girlfriend says makes the other car smile too, but only for a moment. He's still not convinced.

“But in the mean time, we have to face this hard moment. And we'll get through it, together” Sally continues, bringing both of them back to the present time.

“Do you promise?” Lightning asks.

“I do, Stickers”

[aardvark-123]

Gensokyo Festival Day 24: Various How-To Guides

A series of how-to guides by the Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom cast, minus Junko and Hecatia, for whom I couldn’t think of anything.

Seiran's guide to military discipline:

1.      Always greet your commanding officer with a cheerful "Good morning, ma'am! It's such a lovely day for violence and mayhem!", or something similar. 2.      Keep your clothes clean and tidy. Make sure your dress is clean and the bright colours don't fade, and polish your cute little buckle-shoes every morning. 3.      Take care of your body, too. Eat plenty of carrots, do plenty of exercise, take regular baths and shave diligently. 4.      Always do as you are told. Try not to obey grudgingly or sarcastically; it'll only hurt your commanding officer's feelings. That said, if you are a commanding officer, try to be patient and understanding with your soldiers. 5.      If a Lunarian insists on calling you "Flopsy" and gushing over how cute your tail is, just grin and bear it. 6.      It's never the wrong time for a cup of tea and some sweet mochi. Try to coordinate tea breaks with the enemy so that no-one is placed at a disadvantage. 7.      Above all else, make sure to stay positive!

Ringo's guide to being a gourmet:

1.      Never be afraid to try a new food. You might not like it, but then again it may turn out to be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted, and that's worth the risk of going in blind. 2.      A meal generally needs a drink to go with it. Tea is best with a fortifying meal such as breakfast or lunch, alcohol goes well with dinner, and fruit juice goes well with cold meals such as salads and sandwiches. A savoury meal should have a savoury accompaniment, such as miso soup, whereas a pudding deserves a sweet drink such as a chocolate milkshake. 3.      Keep in practice by eating as much as possible. Remember: the fatter you get, the more room you'll have for food, and the longer you'll be able to survive in times of hardship. You'll also be softer, cuddlier, warmer and better at swimming, and the extra weight can help strengthen your legs. Really, skinny people are missing out on a whole lot of fun! 4.      Never let cheap, industrialised food stand in for something made properly. The key ingredient in every meal is love, and it's impossible even for Lunarian science to synthesise love. (We've tried, though. Amaterasu help us...) 5.      Make sure you try meals from different cultures. The amount of unique recipes, techniques and flavour combinations around the world is truly incredible! 6.      For the true gourmet, every meal is a special occasion. Don't just mindlessly scoff your food down, light a few scented candles and savour every morsel of your meal. If you find yourself weeping with joy, you're doing it right. 7.      If possible, try to eat with a friend. Good food is always best with good company, and talking to someone can help prolong the pleasure of a delicious meal. 8.      If eating is causing you problems, change your diet. We eat in order to survive, at the end of the day, so what matters most is how good it makes you feel. 9.      Say it with me, gourmands of the world: YUM YUM IN MY TUM!

Doremy's guide to sleep:

1.      Make sure your bedroom is at a comfortable temperature. Ideally, the room should be slightly cool, with your blankets and stuff compensating for it. 2.      Keep your bedroom airy and lightly furnished. A bunch of books and a shelf of anime figurines are nice touches; dozens of electronic devices are not. Blackout curtains are a good idea during the winter. 3.      At the end of the day (pun intended!), your bedroom should be a place of sanctuary and comfort, so make sure it feels good to be there. Make sure you have a comfy bed with the sorts of pillows, quilts, blankets and cuddly toys you like. If having to get up in the morning reduces you to tears, you have the right bed-design philosophy. 4.      Consider purchasing a Sweet Sleep Pillow (TM), available at any reputable furniture shop. They're so soft and snuggable, I really can't recommend them enough! 5.      Have supper at least an hour before you go to bed. For the rest of that hour, try to relax as much as possible in order to get into the right frame of mind. Obsessively checking your social medias won't contribute to a restful night's sleep. 6.      When the wonderful moment finally arrives, make the most of it. Snuggle up under your favourite quilt, bury your head in your favourite pillow and say "Ahhhhhhhhh...!" 7.      If you don't yet have a favourite pillow, why not try a Sweet Sleep Pillow (TM)? They're available at all reputable furniture shops, and no ordinary pillow can compare. 8.      Sleep cannot generally be forced. Simply clear your mind and let the magic happen. 9.      While your body is resting soundly, your soul will be free to explore the Dream World. There are many wonders you can experience in a dream, but there are dangers, too. You didn't eat too much cheese for supper, did you? 10.      Once you are asleep, feel free to visit the many youkai who inhabit the Dream World. If you ever happen to meet me, I can recommend some truly excellent pillows for you to try. 11.      You'd be surprised by how much people need to sleep. Outside of Gensokyo, sleep deprivation is seen as cool, modern, even honourable, but it ruins your ability to think and do stuff. No matter how much you believe in yourself and how much your boss claims to value you, you need at least eight hours of sleep every day. Teenagers, believe it or not, might need ten. It may feel like you're losing valuable time, but what you gain in clear thinking and wellbeing will more than make up for it. 12.      Once you've finished sleeping, try to wake up with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. It's only one day until you get to try again, after all!

Sagume's guide to public speaking without offending anybody:

1.      Try not to offend anyone. 2.      Try not to look like you're trying not to offend anyone, since trying not to offend anyone can offend some people. 3.      I don't know... Orate casual. 4.      By this method, you will be able to speak publicly without ever facing controversy from arrogant people who go around looking for arguments! 5.      ...Oh, crud. Me and my big fate-altering mouth.

Clownpiece's guide to self-esteem for teenage girls:

1.      Git yerself a freakin' GUN. Seriously, nothin' makes ya feel strong like the ability ta' freakin' MURDER anyone who messes with ya. 2.      Learn ta' love yer body. It's yours an' yours alone, so no-one gets ta' tell you you ain't pretty. Like make-up? Rock that cherry-red lipstick, sister! Don't like make-up? Rock that totally natural face a' yours! It don't mean a hill o' beans whether ya look like a supermodel; what matters is how ya feel an' who you are on the inside. 3.      If the 'rents won't let ya outside unless yer in a pretty dress, freaking KILL THEM. Don't know how? Refer back ta' the first paragraph. 4.      Likewise, don't let no-one tell ya what kinda person you oughta be. Yer the best there is at bein' you; no-one else knows how ta' do it right. Sure, people can have good advice, but they don't know ya better'n you do. 5.      If you got a sweetheart, great! Cherish them with alla' your heart. Don't let 'em dominate your life, though; if they wanna make you do stuff you don't like, refer to the third paragraph. 6.      Don't git me wrong: Even if ya don't like guns an' slaughter, yer one hundred percent valid. They jus' make life easier is all. 7.      Git yerself a hobby. Somthin' ya like doin', somethin' challenging, somethin' where yer abilities can grow, somethin' you c'n do with friends and/or somethin' you c'n make money off of are all good ideas. It don't matter what people think: video games are a great hobby, sewin’ an' bakin’ don't automatically make you a wimp, an' fishin' an' soccer won't make you a lesbian. 8.      Actually, seein' a buncha' tough girls all around ya might make ya realise you ARE a lesbian. It ain't guaranteed, though. 9.      Slack off in school as much as ya can get away with. If it just makes ya bored an' miserable, why bother? Yer future don't depend on academic success! 10.      Above all else, don't ever give up on nothin'. You c'n run a marathon, climb a mountain, beat a Touhou game, anythin', but ya gotta try dozens of times beforehand. Sooner or later, ya could even be able ta' beat alla' my spell-cards without breakin' a sweat! Now, THAT'S a feelin' of pride an' accomplishment.

[aquarianlights]

Depending on how tomorrow goes, I may or may not go MIA from every single social media site and texting app that everyone knows me on without any notice but this. I’m not really telling anyone. Posting a mass update here and maybe fb later. But even if tomorrow goes “well” or anywhere in the “good” category...I may be too overwhelmed to be talking to anyone or on any kind of social media for a while. Hours, days, weeks. If it goes poorly, expect me gone for at least a month. If I’m still alive by the end of that---which I should be, coz I will have Echo right by my side and he will never leave my side again and I will do everything in my power to push through and be positive and be a good dad for him---then I will eventually crawl back onto social media. But my queue may run out for the second time in my entire time since I made this blog like 6-7+ years ago. It’s only run out once so far and that’s because it wasn’t maxed out and slowed down before I got institutionalized once and that was a longer stay than normal. Normally I manage to get out before my queue runs out and then ...”treat myself” with a queue filling binge of positive stuff and foxes and glittery things and nerdy things and all things christmas and cold weather. Just general stuff I like...packing it full, coz it’ll usually be on the very last few posts by the time I get out, but no one will have noticed my absence coz it won’t have run out.

But the personal space I will need from how intense this could potentially be...is terrifying for me. I usually go to social media to cope. Somehow, this is so terrifying, that stepping away from social media, stepping away from my friends, and venturing out on my own and putting myself in rather dangerous situations would be my best way to cope. Other than pouring my hours into research and schoolwork... I do have plenty of medical texts to read that I haven’t had the time to do more than skim over [stares longingly at them all].

The amount of overwhelming this is ....is just... it would break a neurotypical person and shred them to pieces. For me? I’m not sure what it will do. The good thing about my particular neurodivergency is that I don’t have much of a conscience to work with (I thought the auditory hallucinations were what everyone was referring to as a conscience until professionals finally told me that’s not what a conscience is and upon further research found I didn’t have one which is great for this situation but damn). I

This could potentially be the hardest moment of my entire life, but I won’t know that until I’m lying on my death bed. This could potentially be the biggest mistake I ever make, but I won’t know that until I’m lying on my death bed. This could potentially be the best thing that ever happens to me, but again... I won’t know that until I’m lying on my death bed. As of right now...at the age of 26...on the date of February 24th, 2018. . .this WILL be the hardest day of my entire life to date. This will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do in my life, no matter the outcome. I’m not scared; I’m sick. I feel like it’d be a better idea to kill myself than go through with this. I’d get to avoid the whole thing.

I hate how logical that is.

And I hate how there’s literally not a single counter argument to it and not even one downside. There WAS one downside and that was that my friends would grieve and/or care but the two people who I was worried about caring/grieving and it affecting their lives have thoroughly proven it won’t and that they do not. That’s not pessimism or anything. That’s just cold, hard fact. Yeah, it’s a sad fact. But. . .it’s fact nonetheless. And I gotta look at the truth one way or another. Facts don’t change just because they’re not in my favour.

I really do hate how logical suicide is right now.

And I really do hate how there isn’t a single counter-argument to it. And how I have absolutely no one in my corner right now and how I have to support every single one of my friends despite the fact I have told them over and over again that I can’t be there for them and to stop and to back the fuck off with their damn problems, because I’m going through too much of my own stuff to help them with theirs. There’s only two people I will put aside my ridiculous mountain of issues that could possibly lead to my death and hopefully will to help...One has proven she is and always has been in my corner no matter what she’s going through. And the other has proven that she is definitely unreliable and won’t be there for me no matter how hard I try for her. The first one... She is the strongest person ever and she will get through my death. She will. She’s been through worse. The second one won’t care even in the slightest or even notice. I’m pretty sure she’d be relieved and happy, tbh. Lol. She’d be out there thinkin’ “FINALLY, DAMN” lolololol. I know I would be. Like, I know I WILL be when I finally do it and get to move on to the next plane of existence and get those brief moments as an infant where you’re not able to speak or communicate in any way because you have all your memories from your past life? Yeah. I’m gonna be fucking throwing a party in whatever form of a crib or bed type thing my new planet and new species has. I hope to fuck my new species is a lot more peaceful than this one. And I hope they’re more advanced and more intelligent. I guess that depends on my karma and I have no clue where my karma is at right now tbh coz I’ve done so many EXTREMELY horrible things in my life, but I’ve also done almost the exact same amount of EXTREMELY amazingly genuinely GOOD things in my life at this point that it practically balances it out to 0 so I’m just all [shruggy emoji] on whether the omnipotent fate aliens would demote or promote me during reincarnation. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Man. Tomorrow may just kill me. Hell, if I don’t kill myself before I start the drive tomorrow, I have 2 1/2 hours of driving to think about killing myself every single goddamn second during the drive there...and if, for some weird reason, I don’t have my dog on the way home...... I will have another 2 1/2 hours to think every single second about killing myself. And how the fuck easy would it be to do on Blood Mountain? I’m p sure my car takes via the route that goes over Blood Mountain. People die on Blood Mountain just driving normally.... All I gotta do is push the limits a little. Not hard to die on Blood Mountain...lmao. Not hard AT ALL. I hope my GPS takes me that way coz that’s when I start recognizing where I am and know I’m getting SORT OF close-ish I guess??? and then that idea of suicide just sounds WAY better so...not a bad idea to take a BUNCH of pills in the town right BEFORE blood mountain and then speed through it when I can’t feel my fucking feet on the pedals and am nodding off at the wheel so that I drive my car right through a guard rail or over the side of the cliff OR right into the rock wall. Yep. That sounds p fucking fantastic. Ugh. I have the worst ideas regarding car deaths and I can never do it coz I don’t wanna total my car.... Lmao. The only thing that stops me from doing it is coz I don’t wanna total my car and being a med student, my mind goes through the entire list of “what COULD happen” and how slow of a death if no one finds me and this and that and calculations and blah blah blah and palatalization and amputations and blah blah BLAH and ruining dreams for if I am FORCED into living and BLAH BLAH BLAH and car suicide is the absolute WORST idea for someone who NEEDS a bright, fast, chaotic, able-bodied future if they are forced to live omg lmao BUT....I mean, I have so many other methods in my head that I know practically all the things and I’ve tried so many ways now that I just know what I can and can’t handle and I think tomorrow is gonna be the make or break. But having Echo in the car with me after being broken..........will force me to stay alive. Which will suck so badly. But I will have to also compartmentalize all my pain and my negativity so that he’s not even MORE stressed out than by all the commotion of the situation and then by this crazy car ride and by most likely throwing up in the car.

ERGH.

I need to stop thinking about this and distract myself but I also need to rest my joints so I guess I’m gonna watch a documentary.... something nice and calming but also stimulating... I just wish people didn’t talk so monotone when narrating documentaries. Especially when it’s about the supernatural and extraterrestrials and government experiments and stuff. Like COME ON, NARRATORS. GET EXCITED. GET INTO IT! FOR FUCKS SAKE, THERE’S A REASON PEOPLE GET PUT TO SLEEP BY DOCUMENTARIES AND IT’S NOT THE DOCUMENTARY....IT’S YOU! THE NARRATOR! YOU’RE THE ISSUE. GET INVOLVED. GET HYPED ABOUT THE INFORMATION! GET PASSIONATE. FOR FUCKS SAKE, IT’S COOL STUFF. FUCKING ACT LIKE IT, YA DAMN MONOTONE, ROBOTIC NIMROD. Ergh. Someone needs to sign me up to narrate a documentary. I used to speak at public rallies about puppy mills all over my county to educate the masses during high school because I was enraged about it and TRUST ME when YOU’RE having FUN WITH IT or ENRAGED BY IT or THINK THE INFORMATION IS COOL and REALLY GET INTO IT...........SO WILL YOUR AUDIENCE. It’s not the information that’s boring. It’s not the documentary that’s boring. It’s not the subject material. IT’S THE NARRATOR. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO PAY ME JUST LET ME DO THEIR DAMN JOB CORRECTLY SO I CAN SHOW THEM HOW TO DO THEIR DAMN JOBS SO THEY CAN LEARN. FUCK.

dfkhdglskagjdshlkg Omg.

No okay now I’m gonna get angry at a documentary narrator for not doing their job correctly. Lmao. Gotta watch something uh.... Passionate. I guess. But that doesn’t require too much focus. But doesn’t numb my mind. Star Trek. I always default to Star Trek. Jfc. I guess I’mma pop on some Weyoun heavy episodes while I wait for the “all clear” on my joint timer thing so I can get up and exercise and do some fucking research and maybe pleasure-read for a bit before more joint resting because long drives and lots of heavy lifting is a big no-no and I’m not supposed to but things aren’t gonna pack themselves. Things aren’t gonna sort themselves?? LIKE??? Fuck it’s gonna be SO hard leaving majority of my material possessions that have so much personal value to me. :/ Argh. I don’t even have the ability to take them in order to sell them. I don’t even have that kind of strength or time. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

EDS is a fucking bitch, man. Fucking BITCH. T-Therapy better fucking cure EDS. Like. They’re all on board with it. 4 of my specialists are. And I’m meeting with my HRT doc next week. This coming week. So.... we’ll see. She cordoned off 2 appointments for me for all the things. Sigh. 

Oh right. Yes. Joint rest.

I’m bad at this. I hate resting. I really do. I hate being stationary. I hate not being able to do stuff. I HATE THIS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EDS is a fucking killer for people with former suicidal depression who had had it all their life and it had apparently been fixed by meds and now suddenly it’s back like WOW fuck EDS. Ugh. And I’m getting all these phone calls from my docs as my tests come back telling me I need to change my diet to avoid this and that and change this and that like whole HUGE lifestyle changes but adding “We’ll go over the full thing at our next appointment, but I STRONGLY ADVISE...” I’m like, “Well bitch as long as you tell me it’s just advise and not a MUST, I want a damn biscuit okay. Fuck your no gluten.” But then again, I have a stomach ulcer so I can’t really eat ANYTHING right now so wah. [whines]

FUCK. KILLIAN. LIE DOWN. STOP TYPING. I NEED SOMEONE TO FUCKING WHACK ME WITH A FUCKING RULER OR SOMETHING LIKE THE NUNS USED TO DO IN MY PRIVATE, CATHOLIC SCHOOL. LMAO.

[stops now...for real this time...but reluctantly and rather bitterly]

[thespace-dragon]

*completely ignores the last update time and posts this* hahha hey guys!! yes i havent forgotten about this and tbh, im procrastinating on other fics with this, sooooooo have some langst~

Summary: On the battlefield, anything can happen. Never turn a blind eye to the possibilities.

WC: 2470

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

Ao3

Alright, so the bonding time he had with Blue didn’t go that great. It was fine, it was the first time they tried it – well, second, but the first time was pretty much an emergency. They had to bond a little or else the Galra would have erased them from the universe.

So, yeah, bonding only happened for the sake of survival.

Keith led Lance out of the cockpit and walked beside him while they meandered throughout the castle. If Lance ignored the way Keith’s jacket shifted (he could hear it since it was the only leather thing on this ship), he could have almost passed the silence off as comfortable. Lately, the two of them have been spending more time together, but it wasn’t a major thing. Like, it wasn’t as if they were actively seeking each other out, it just happened. Mostly when Lance disappeared for too long and Keith came and found him, but after that when Keith knew he was okay, he stuck around. Lance was ready to call them friends in terms of their relationship instead of teammates. Which was a significant shift from teammate and rival.

Keith’s jacket squeaked a little for the umpteenth time and Lance swore it was as if Keith was turning to look at him, think about it, and then look away.

“Okay, what gives.”

He heard Keith stumble slightly before recovering. “Nothing.”

"Keith, you jacket makes a noise every time you turn to me, and it's happened like five times. It's obviously something." Lance nudged him in what he hoped was Keith's arm.

The red paladin grumbled something under his breath.

“Ya know, I may be blind, and my hearing is wonderful, but it’s not that great. You gotta speak up, Keith.”

Keith sighed and pulled Lance to a stop with a hand on his elbow. Lance crossed his arms and faced Keith’s general direction.

“I’m over here, you idiot,” Keith muttered, gently turning him.

“Oh, thanks…”

His friend sighed again and shifted his feet, the soles rubbed against the floor. Lance waited.

After a moment, Keith spoke, “Why were you crying inside your lion?”

Lance sucked in a breath and looked away. He felt like his body was gearing up to cry again –  his chest suddenly hurt, his head pounded and his heart felt like it stopped for a moment.

“You don’t have to tell me everything, I was just… just curious.” Keith buried his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Just making sure you’re doing okay. As a friend.”

Lance shoved his own hands into his pockets, wriggling his toes inside this shoes. “Yeah, I’m okay, was just trying to bond with Blue.”

“And it didn’t go well?”

Lance frowned and looked down, blinking back his tears. He tried to keep his eyes closed as much as possible, everyone's reactions were nearly the same when he opened them out of habit. They either flinched away or immediately switched to doting on him. He'd rather keep his eyes closed and hide as much of the damage as possible.

“Yeah… it didn’t.”

Keith shifted again. “I’m sure she will come around.”

Lance nodded and bit his lip. He desperately wanted Blue to bond with him, he just didn’t know how to reach that point. Not even Keith had reached that level with Red.

“That’s the hope.”

Keith patted his shoulder and nudged him into walking again, the same direction they were going before they stopped. “You could always talk to Shiro, he was able to get the Black Lion to bond with him enough so he could see through her.”

“Wait, how’d you know –”

Lance could almost hear Keith roll his eyes and smirk. “C’mon Lance, it’d be the most logical thing to do.”

“Haha, okay wise guy, you haven’t managed to perfect that skill either.”

Keith laughed. “I know. And that’s the reason why you should talk to Shiro, he has.”

Lance raised his eyebrows in awe; Keith the Garrison’s best fighter pilot after Shiro, mister perfection himself, admitted to not having done something.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Keith?”

“Uh, nothing? I’m still me.”

“Riiiight, I so totally believe you.”

Keith laughed again and bumped shoulders with Lance. He could feel the tension melt away as they joked around a little. It felt like Lance wasn’t even blind.

The next day, Lance was wandering around, looking for Shiro. He missed meal time, something that had become a habit lately. It was hard to sleep when everything was already dark. Lance's internal clock was knocked out of rhythm and now he has the hardest time figuring out when it was the day cycle or the night cycle. And by the time he did – mostly because of Hunk's snoring – it was already well into the wee hours of the morning. When he fell asleep, it was still fitful and full of tossing and turning before his mind exhausts itself and lets him fall into unconsciousness.

So here he was, searching for their oh-so-awesome leader and ask him how the heck he managed to bond with the Black Lion so well after slurping down a bowl of food goo.

“Dammit, Shiro, where are y-”

Lance bounced off a solid and quite warm wall before hands grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling.

“You okay, Lance?” Shiro asked.

Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Lance rubbed his nose gingerly, it was smarting a little after running into Shiro. The guy really needed to take a break, those muscles were like rocks.

“Yeah, I’m fine, was actually looking for you.”

Shiro chuckled and turned Lance around to walk in the direction that he was originally heading. He kept a light hand on Lance’s shoulder.

“Okay, what’s up?”

Lance gnawed on his bottom lip for a second before diving right in. “Do you remember when we were on Arus and we just got all the Lions together? Like, the training exercises that Coran put us through?”

He heard Shiro sigh. “All too well, but what about them? Does this have something to do with your sight?”

“Yeah. Remember that one flight exercise we did where we had to see through our lions?”

“You mean the one where you and Keith raced to see who could hit that ground fastest?”

Lance scowled and flopped his hand around. “Okay, that was not the point, but if that’s the way you remember it, sure, that one.”

The older paladin laughed and patted Lance’s shoulder. “Meant nothing by it, but yes, I do remember.”

They turned a corner, Shiro gently guiding Lance along as they walked to wherever Shiro was going. From the way their steps echoed around them, they had to be close to the control room or the giant ballroom where they hosted the Arusians. Something told Lance it was the control room.

“Okay, so, how did you figure it you?” Lance asked, turning his head towards Shiro. “I’ve been trying to figure it out but it’s not working.”

He felt Shiro’s fingers tighten slightly. It was no secret to him that Shiro wasn’t exactly all for the idea of Lance still piloting the Blue Lion, but what choice did they have? Lance was still alive and Blue had roared oppressively when Shiro suggested that they find a new paladin. Blue was even averse to letting Allura pilot her, and that was saying something.

Shiro took a deep breath. “I trusted my lion to guide me.”

Lance’s jaw dropped. “That’s it?”

Through the hand on his shoulder, Lance felt Shiro shrug. “That’s it. We know the Blue Lion and you are both very trusting, it’s your natures. But I trust everything to my lion, she will get me out of situations in ways that I won’t think of.”

“But I do trust Blue!”

“I know you do, Lance. We all trust our lions, but it’s whether or not you trust her enough to see through her.”

Lance ducked his head and chewed on his lip more. Of course he trusted Blue, she was constant just like Hunk has been throughout his whole life. She comforted him when he couldn’t go to anyone else. She cared. She loved him. And he felt that same way towards her. He wouldn’t trade his lion for the world, not even being top of the class at the Garrison to lord it over Keith. He was proud to be the Blue Paladin of Voltron, he was proud to pilot the Blue Lion, and she was proud to have him. They worked, they clicked in ways that Lance never thought he would click with anyone or anything.

Shiro squeezed his shoulder. “Give it another shot, but Lance…”

He shrugged Shiro's hand off. Guess that hasn't changed. "I'm not giving up, Shiro. I’m going to pilot the Blue Lion.”

Lance spun on his heel and walked away from Voltron’s head, hand trailing along the wall to guide him. He was going to get this. Blue rumbled reassuringly in the back of his mind, guiding him to her. Looked like it was going to be another day spent in her hangar.

Hours passed and nothing. Absolutely nothing. Blue was there and not there at the same time and Lance hadn't felt this frustrated since struggling to become a fighter pilot – something he never really achieved but surpassed by becoming a paladin.

He thrust the controls away from him and pounded his fists on the armrests of his seat.

“Come on, Blue! Help me out here, what am I doing wrong?” he asked to the air. “Why can’t we get this!?”

His lion purred sympathetically, wrapping around him like a comfort blanket. He was so close to breaking down again. He’s missed the team training again, and lunch, and a meeting that Allura wanted to hold. Lance had ignored the call in favor of figuring out this damned ability with his lion. A fat lot of good that did.

He slumped in his seat and let out a rush of air. The inky black that surrounded him was oppressive, a constant reminder that he would amount to nothing. Not a fighter pilot, and now not even a paladin of Voltron. If he couldn’t figure this out, there was no point in keeping him here on the team. He couldn’t help Coran fix that ship, he couldn’t pilot the ship either since it was a job for Allura. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t analyze data. He couldn’t even cook.

So what good was he?

Lance ran a hand down his face. The darkness crowded closer and if it was even possible, it felt thicker.

Yeah, he wasn’t worth much. Just a hindrance now.

Blue growled at him and pushed against his mind. She shoved images in his head: him making the team laugh, him consoling Hunk when things got too much, him helping Pidge as best as he can with her tech, him saving Coran, and finally, him shooting down all those Galra on the mission that cost him his sight. Each shot saving Keith and Pidge.

You are valuable she was trying to tell him.

Tears pricked his eyes and he stifled a small hiccup. “Thanks, Blue.”

She rumbled again, sounding so much like his mother scolding him for not believing in himself.

But once the feelings started, they were hard to stop. The darkness he was surrounded him felt wet, as much as Blue could tell him that he was needed and wanted as much as she wanted, he still couldn’t fight the feeling of being overlooked and shoved aside because he wasn’t useful.

Shiro’s words echoed in his head. Trust your lion.

He slid further down the chair, slouching heavily. “I don’t get it, Blue. I trust you, I trust you with my life and then some. I know you wouldn’t have chosen me if there wasn't something you saw in me. But I still don't get it."

He heard the hangar door swish open – the one leading outside, to the inky blackness filled with stars and planets and asteroids.

“Blue?” Panic shot through him and he grabbed at the controls. “Blue, you can’t – I can't! I can't see anymore, what if – what if we run into something!"

Blue growled, sounding like she was rolling her eyes and launched herself out of the castle.

“BLUE!” Lance screamed, pulling at the controls to pull her to a stop.

She kept going. His lion revved up her engines and the g-forces forced him into his seat. Lance grit his teeth and gripped the controls harder, pulling them back so much that he nearly touched the armrests of his chair.

What felt like light-years later, Blue finally stopped and Lance found his breath. He leaned forward over his knees and heaved air in and out of his lungs.

“Blue, where are we?”

His dashboard pinged and he knew coordinates were displayed. He groaned and sat up, tossing his head back. Since he was alone, he blinked his eyes open. His sight still revealed nothing, it wasn’t even a shade lighter with his eyes open.

Blue rumbled, telling him to lower his head and face forward. She was being extra bossy today, something she had to have picked up from Red over the last ten thousand years. Lance closed his eyes again, not like keeping them open was doing anything.

His lion growled, feeding him vague instructions just like the first time he flew her. Slow your breathing, open your mind, and trust me.

If he was being honest, he was ecstatic that he was out of the castle for once, and flying Blue again was his dream but the situation had him on edge. Never had Blue done something on her own before – not like how the black and green lions protecting Shiro and Pidge from that Robeast crash landing on Arus, and definitely not like Red launching herself after Keith every time he ejected himself into space.

No, Blue and Yellow never acted out like the other lions. Then again, their paladins rarely got into serious trouble without anyone else there to help them.

The Blue Lion roared at him sharply, almost bark, and it forced Lance to focus his mind back on what she told him to do. He took multiple deep breaths, calming himself. It felt just like when had those mind-melding exercises and he found himself slipping into his meditative state. Blue purred approvingly. She knew her paladin was capable, he just needed to be pushed in the right direction sometimes.

Slowly, the farther and farther Lance fell into meditation, his mind opened. He welcomed Blue into his mind. She curled around him and spun his mind around, aligning it with hers.

Open your eyes.

Lance opened his eyes.

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You’re Beautiful [4]

Authour’s Note: (PLEASE READ) okay! so this chapter is gonna get a little angsty and yeah, lots of stuff is gonna go down. keep in mind, the life events described by the reader is basically my life events. I am putting my life events in this for a reason to get things off my chest and the reader isn’t me, they just have my life events. um... yeah. so i kind of take this chapter to heart for a reason, I believe i might have felt the need to cry during this, but yes. If you guys have any requests or wanna talk or give me feedback, please do! I wanna talk to people and I wanna get to know my followers that secretly support me from the silence. I do hope you guys like this story because this story means a lot to me in every aspect of my emotions and being, but I hope it helps you relate in some ways. We all go through things and we all suffer loss, but that is why I am making this story. I hope this story means as much to you as it does for me. Also, in this chapter, bullying will happen and not much J-Hope interaction will happen, so next week with chapter 5 will have some more interactions. Thank you for being patient with me!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you do, I believe that being there for the people you love… it’s one of the most blissful feelings you could ever have. The feeling of being a good person, the feeling of… being wanted for a reason. I believe… I found that from meeting you.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Mentions of Depression, Suicide, Body Image Issues, Smut, and lots of Fluff that could make you squeal

Word Count: 4.5K

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The next morning was rougher than how it should be. The text from last night, the Unknown number, was still in my mind. My head clouded with thoughts on who it could be. I haven’t seen anyone that was close to Hoseok, but there was a possibility Hoseok could have told someone about her and they could have luckily snagged my number and took the time to waste their minutes on me, spouting insults here and there. I don’t know, but because it was bundled all around my head, I hated to keep it in my phone, so I dropped it into my archives for evidence, just in case I end up getting harassed. God, I would hate it if it came down to that. If I ever recalled a time where I had to deal with this, it would be when I got shit from one of my friends because I just wanted one day to be by myself and not in the phone. It was shitty, yeah, but what could I do to prevent it? Was a day off my phone to hang with family and to draw by myself too much to ask for? Apparently so.

When it happened, it would have to be when I was still a sophomore in high school. I was seventeen or something, and I remember sitting in my bed, thinking about a few things and about the possibilities I can just have if I didn’t have my phone. Yes, I am one of those kids who go on their phone all day and have no social life whatsoever (not saying people are like that, that’s just me in general). With the idea of wanting a day to be by myself, I simply made a small post on Facebook, clearly stating, and not trying to be an asshole, I wrote:

“If I don’t respond to anyone at all today, it means I am off my phone and I will be having time with family and friends and drawing. So I won’t be on at all. Have a good day!”

That was all I wrote. Give or take, four or five minutes in after that post, cool, I got a few friends supporting it, but one friend… the fact I knew her for six years, this took the cake. She took the time to message me, saying how since I was the asshole in the friendship, I was going to be given a lot of shit from her friends and she gave her friends my contacts and all that shit and let them message me about how I am an ass hole. Not like I had anything better to do, so I read them, all of it. I did cry. I did. It hurt a lot. I just wanted a day to where I could be with family and actually socialize with the people around me… but that just didn’t seem to be the case with this friend of mine. She wanted to make me feel horrible and forced me to cry in the bathroom. Her selfish and immature act was just too much, but I guess that’s just what friends do. I had to have my cousin comfort me, and my cousin isn’t one for hugs and such, but she did it to comfort me when I was just feeling like a terrible person.

Luckily, for me anyway, one of my friend’s friends were willing to let me explain myself and actually let me talk. She listened to my explanation, and with that, she knew that I was not being what they thought I would be. Praise God for having some good people in this world. Either way, she explained to this friend of mine, the reason for me wanting to be off the phone was because I needed a day to be off and just socialize with everyone. My friend didn’t believe a damn thing till it was mentioned that I was crying. That’s all it took for her to say sorry. See how fucked up that was? I couldn’t believe she did that me, and in the end, we were still friends, but I have grown to have major trust issues because of her.

My eyes look over to the window, seeing it was a bit bright. I guess the snow has cleared up or melted, hopefully it will be less slippery down the sidewalk. My legs supported me as I stood, taking time since my class doesn’t begin until noon. Why did I wake at 6 AM then? I don’t know, but I knew for a fact I was not gonna sit around not so anything. Ah, Hoseok will probably be busy and I don’t wanna bother him, or he could be asleep still. Either way, a good morning text should be good, right? I reached for my phone, opening the lock screen and my eyes grimace at the bright light. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I see a Skype text from my mom. I will check that later. I opened the screen and started typing to Hoseok.

Hey. Good morning, I hope ya slept well. I don’t have class till noon all the way to 3 PM, so just a little FYI. I am gonna get breakfast, see ya soon. - 6:34 AM

I placed my phone down gently, letting it sit on the charger for a bit and I stood up slowly, getting ready for classes. I glanced to the clothes I had planned on wearing to class, sighing a bit and deciding to just go with a pair of jeans and a baggy sweater. I didn’t want to do anything but that, but it was all I could do to hide the chunks of fat on my body. I didn’t want to show off any part of me, the fear of being exposed to everybody about my body is just scary. I pulled on a pair of jeans, throwing the baggy sweater. My legs led me to the door that was known to be the bathroom’s location. My hand grasped the doorknob and I slowly opened it, flicking the light on and I flinched when I saw a cockroach… I screeched.

“AAHH!!!” I yelled, grabbing a broom from the side and trying to smack it, attempting to kill it and I even chased it around the house, my body panting heavily as I got it after a few minutes of chasing and screaming. I didn’t know about the ruckus to the point I realized I had just woken up Hoseok, him already through the door and he was panting as well. I looked at him as my sweater hung a bit over my shoulder, revealing my bra strip and my pink shoulder. My cheeks were burning red from the exercise I had done in a few minutes.

“You okay!? I heard screaming and I thought someone may have gotten in!” Hoseok said, worry in his eyes and I took a deep breath, his body was in full view, just shorts and I swear I had to look away.

“I-I’m fine! I swear, I just uh… had a little encounter with a bug.. No worries! Sorry if I woke you or um… scared you?” I asked and chuckled nervously. Hoseok only stared and took a deep breath, his legs walking to me and his wide arms wrapped around me, making me tense and slightly squirm. He didn’t let go and held tight, rendering me still and he breathes against my neck, making my body shudder under his grip. His breath hot, but it was shaky and it was clear I scared him half to death.

“Ah man, I thought someone came in here and was doing things to you… God you scared me. Okay, I feel the need to just move in here with you and make sure you’re okay 24/7!” Hoseok said, making me blush and look down, shaking my head.

“No, no, no! You are not doing that, and I am fine Hobi! I swear, don’t you have some stuff to do today? I mean, photo shoot wise and rehearsal wise?” I asked, my hands grasping his arms and unwrapping them from around my waist and I pulled them down. Glancing to the side, I looked to the time, “I have to go soon anyway, if I don’t get cleaned up, I am gonna be late.”

“Ah, yeah,” Hoseok said, then continuing, “well, I will be on my way to my apartment. Text me when you finish classes.” He said, his long legs about to walk, but he turned around and quickly kissed me on the cheek, soon walking out to go to his apartment he shared with his mates. I stood there and blushed, squealing a bit and looking down. Grabbing the toothbrush as I walked into the bathroom, I grabbed the toothpaste from the cup that holds my stuff, then placed some of the paste on the roof or the brush, dabbing it in water, and brushing my teeth.

I walked out my apartment, locking the door and taking slow steps to the University I went to, Seoul National University. I started going there for some reason. I didn’t have an idea on what I wanted to do, and it worried me a lot back then, but along the way, I met a friend who helped me learn what I wanted to do in life. She was with me for a short time and I don’t know why, but she was battling a life or death illness called cancer. It wasn’t lovely, it was hard. It was heartbreaking, but I did my best to spend as much time with my best friend before the day came.

My friend, she gave me a lot of happiness when I was struggling with my parents and friends I couldn’t handle. I don’t know what it was, but she made life more happy than what it could be. Though sometimes we had our moments where I screw up and she gets angry, she always knew there were no bad intentions. She is still around, and she managed with her cancer, but the treatment is really expensive. All I know, Yixing from EXO has her and he is helping her get the treatment needed in China. I miss her, and not one day goes by without me thinking of her. I sigh a bit and look to my phone, looking at the time and seeing the clock change.

6:30 AM.

It was okay, it fifteen minutes till I get to class, and it would be another fifteen minutes till it started. I guess I might as well get some breakfast on the way to the University. I managed to make it into town and I see a food stand serving Kimchi Bokumbap (Kimchi Fried Rice). Kimchi Bokumbap is made with leftover kimchi and is said to be served best at home, but it has been known through eateries around town. I walked up to the food stand, asking for a bowl and I had to pay nine won for the delicacy, but it was good enough. I waited patiently, and during that time I waited for the food to get finished, I listened to the people around me talk, them talking about school, life, friends, family, hardships… it was really uneasy for me and it always brought me down to a new level of confusion and depression. I didn’t know what I was doing.

When my food was done being cooked, I took a deep breath and thanked the man kindly, looking down to the floor and I walked to the college again after paying him. It was about five won, but it was worth it honestly. I wasn’t gonna get food anytime soon when I get home or when I leave the college, so I guess it wouldn’t bother me as much. I opened the small Styrofoam dish to look at my food, my lips forming a small smile. I enjoyed the smell of rice and especially when it was fried rice. Homesickness was hitting me fast and I took a deep breath, continuing to the college and taking a seat on the bench beside the college. My eyes look up at the sky as I opened the box of my food, soon looking down to grab the spoon in the packet and I opened the package, taking the spoon out. My hand held the spoon gently and I began to eat it up, my lips parting just enough to get a taste of the dish.

The rice seemed to be melting as it fell in my mouth, the sauce used along with the meat giving it a spicy after taste and the kimchi pieces were just crunchy enough to leave a small bitter aftertaste in your mouth for days. I loved fried rice. May it be Thai fried rice, Korean fried rice, Chinese fried rice, etc., I love it! I love anything that was fried (despite the fact I was… you know, already high in cholesterol), I enjoyed it. I ate the rice silently till the bowl was empty. As soon as I finished, I had ten minutes until class was to start, so when I threw the Styrofoam box away, I walked into the building, heading up the stairs that contained the classes. The first class for today was psychology. This class was needed for future doctors and such, but it was more of for the reason to understand the human brain and learn the ways these things affect it and how certain things treat the brain.

Walking inside the classroom, I sat down and sat next to a girl in her early twenties. Probably a year older, somewhere around that, but she seemed nice. Her hair was shaved a bite on the side and it was long on the other side, giving her a punk look. I liked those hairstyles and envied it on my friends who had it, but this girl was pretty. She wasn’t Asian looking due to her blue eyes and her eyes wide and narrower than most, but she had a big bust and a thick body. I liked that, I loved seeing people with thick bodies because it was something I can relate with and feel less insecure. Reaching over to the girl, I poked her shoulder, and her reaction was something I never expected. Her hand came up, slapping mind away and she had flinched too, her eyes wide and so were mine.

“I am so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” I said in a flustered mess, embarrassed and slightly scared. “Aaaah I am an idiot, I should have just said something instead!” My hands rub my arm nervously and the other simply stared and chuckled.

“Nah! No, it’s cool! I am a jumpy person so many things just startle me. Names Angel by the way. People call me Angel due to my real name being Angelica, but yeah, nice to meet you by the way. Are you new?” Angel asked, her smile sweet and adoring. God, despite everything, the only thing I envied was her smile. It was perfect and it was so kind and caring. Just like my friend in the hospital… I need to text her and see how she is doing.

“My name is (Y/N), I uh, yeah, you could say I am new. I moved in a week ago from United States. Are you new here as well or have you been around for awhile?” I asked.

“I have been around here for a bit. I am taking to psychology as an extracurricular, but I go to the performing arts area a lot so I wanna be a dancer. I’ve lived here for about… two years now? I can’t remember, but yeah! Oh! Class is starting, here, after class, we will talk more. You’re really cool.” Angel said with a sweet smile. Wow, I didn’t expect that from someone, but I nodded and attended class with her.

After class, Angel and I had walked out together, laughing at the professor and remembering events the professor made interesting for the purpose to entertain everyone in the class. The professor, Mr. Jeon Ye, he had explained the brains process when taking in heavy levels of alcohol and he even acted it out for us to show an example of drinking heavy alcohol. Yes, it was a little funny, but it was a good example to show over time brain damage. He listed it out too. Apparently you have difficulty walking, blurred vision, slurred speech, slow reaction times, and impaired memory. He did good examples to show how it worked and I got the hang of it, being a visionary learner is amazing sometimes. Even I shock myself at how great I am.

“My gosh, I knew Mr. Jeon Ye was funny, but I didn’t think he would be cute and funny at the same time!” Angel said with a smile, “He is the total package! Though, I noticed a lot of girls take his class, no wonder his class is hard to get into.” She said with an exasperated sigh, making me laugh a bit and look at her.

“Mr. Jeon Ye is alright, though I wonder how he can function with all these girls practically drooling for him and also wanting to bite him. Man, if I were to ask him about anything in class, I would be stomped on in a matter of seconds and miss next class period because of him.” I said and chuckled, my hands holding my psychology book and book bag. Angel smiles and soon hopped in front of me, her hand holding her phone to me, making me blink a bit and stare at her in confusion.

“Your number! I want it, if that’s okay? I wanna be able to talk to you more often!” Angel said with a sweet smile, her hand still in front of me and I sigh with a chuckle, not minding that at all and grabbing the phone from her hand gently, placing my phone number in her’s and I tilt my head a bit as I handed the phone back to her. Angel seemed happy with that and she saved the contact in her phone, placing a picture of a random K-Pop male as my profile picture. I chuckled a bit and look down.

“Alright, I got to go Angel. I will see you Thursday? I can’t wait to see you again.” I said with a sweet smile. Angel looked up to me after she locked her phone up, and she smiled in return.

“Of course! I will see ya Thursday! It was nice meeting you (Y/N)!!” She yelled back and with that, we departed. Looking to the side, my hands rub my arms a bit and I sigh, thinking about today. I finally made a friend! That was step one down. I looked at the time and noticed class didn’t start in less than fifteen minutes again, making me think maybe I can sit outside. So, with that, I walked outside to the scenery outside and I sat on a small bench, pulling my psychology book in front of me, reading the information inside it and I rubbed my eyes a bit. It was a simple homework, read the first chapter and then do the assessments before Thursday, that wasn’t hard. Read the chapter today, tomorrow, do the answers in the review. University was extensive and harsh, but I do not mind the intense work it gave me. I continued reading, as usual, but my eyes looked up when I saw three figures standing in front of me and I glanced up to see the three girls from yesterday… the ones who sneered and mocked my weight.

“Look at what the school brought in, the pig of century.” One said, my guess, if I could remember their names, were Kim Nana, Rae Nim, and Yeon Rui. They were pretty popular, and their fashion was up to date, but it was nothing I liked because it was too modernized. The short skirts/shorts, tight shirts with denim jackets. Did Korean fashion take a turn to look like U.S.A. shit? Because, if so, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near these chicks. Kim Nana sneered with her friends, her standing in the middle, and her brown hair was curled in all the wrong places, her lipstick red like scarlet and her fake eyelashes making me wanna gag a bit.

“Why are you even here? Do you think this University has room for a whale in a crowd of dolphins? Apparently not, so you should beat it bitch. This University doesn’t need girls like you in this school, you’ll only take up the damn school because of how fat you are! I mean… look at your skin too! Do you even wash your face or shower? You look like you have rug burn and it mixed into staph infection wounds.” Kim Nana said, making me scoff and I just stood, I had no time to deal with these girls.

“What? Are you leaving so soon!? You must really not like being here huh? You should stay out you fat slutty pig!” Rae Nim yelled out, her short, bobbed, blonde hair bouncing a bit as she held her hands up to give her voice more of a broadcast, making my eye twitch.

“Oh trust me, I am leaving, but you see, I don’t give a fuck what you think about my body. Compared to you, at least I know how to dress decent in public and not look like a cheap hooker searching for crack inside the pockets of a drug dealer.” I said, retorting to their snarky words. Their reactions only boosted my ego and I walked off, happily going to second period.

Hoseok happened to be outside my classroom with a beanie and glasses when I walked out, making me shriek and I was not expecting to see him outside in public. I didn’t think he would show himself like this, it was already bad enough a few girls were on him and asking things and wanting to talk to him and be close. His eyes weren’t even focused on the girls because the moment he saw me, he smiled with a big toothy grin and ran to me, making me wanna dodge so badly, but my feet were frozen and I couldn’t dodge him even if I wanted to. His arms wrapped around me so tightly, I nearly shrinked into the size of a mouse and was stiff in his arms, his eyes looking into mine and he was still beaming like a sunshine.

“(Y/N)! I came to pick you up! Alright,” he started, “you’re coming with me! We gotta get you home and we need to get you dre-well actually just wear that! I am dying to teach you dancing.” Hoseok said and he chuckled a bit, “Let’s go! Excuse me ladies!!” He said and he grabbed my wrist, dragging me through the crowd of girls with confused faces, making me blush and look down and hoping to avoid the eye contact of other girls’ that were glaring and giving me shocked faces. I actually...felt giddy, but the moment I saw the three bullies, I avoided eye contact and just followed Hoseok in hopes to get away from them as soon as possible.

We exited the building and I followed Hoseok to the car he drove, or what I thought he drove. I was shocked to see Yoongi in the driver seat, but I didn’t question it and got in with Hoseok. With that said, I gave a small peep of hello to him, my smile small sweet to him as he nodded in response with a smile that was pretty gummy and cute. I looked to Hoseok and smiled at him, Yoongi driving soon enough to leave.

Once at the studio, I left my stuff in the car Yoongi drove, him needing to stay with us because he had to work on his mixtapes he had been making for AGUST D. I think it was cool that Yoongi was doing things solo here and there and working with his buddies in the group. It was amazing. I was told to follow Hoseok, so I did, but my hand was still grasped in his and I couldn’t help but blush at that. When we walked into the studio room, I saw Taehyung and another girl there, talking about a few things. Hoseok greeted them happily and seemed to be looking for something.

“Hey V! Hey Ri Hae! If you guys don’t mind, I am gonna reserve the studio for today, I am gonna teach this little lady here how to dance. Also, have you seen the boom box?” Hoseok said, Taehyung looking and seeming not to mind, and neither did Ri Hae. Ri Hae looked at me for a few seconds and something about her stare made me uneasy, so I looked away from her. She was pretty though, that I had to admit.

“I think the boom box is in the closet. Here, let me help you. It might be up on the rack, so I don’t want you doing something stupid to it.” Taehyung said, standing up and walked with Hoseok to the closet. They happened to left the room for a bit, but it was enough time for the girl beside me, Ri Hae, to say something I recognized way too quickly. The words, the insults… the culprit, the suspect known as Unknown in my phone, she was in front of me.

“Despite the text I sent you… you still seem to come along anyway? What will it take for you to get the fucking hint that Hobi isn’t gonna love you or give you anything? He is just here to make you feel happy so he can just crush you later on. Hobi hates fat girls, he is only gonna drop your ass later on once he realizes you aren’t worth his time. I can’t believe you even persisted to come along with him and Yoongi when you are only going to make things worse for everyone.” Ri Hae said, her eyes showing disgust toward me and my body image. Of all days… it had to be today. Ri Hae was pretty, having brown eyes, having the longest black hair I’ve ever seen in a ponytail, and her body was fit and built… was that was Hoseok liked? With that in mind, I slowly realized I was nothing compared to this woman.

Turns out this was just the beginning of something I didn’t think I was ever going to experience, the main antagonist of this wonderful story of mine.

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10 Franchises SEGA Would Be Crazy Not To Bring To VR – Part 1

Welcome to another edition of VR vs. The weekly VRFocus column where the ‘other one’ from the site talks about most anything and everything to do with virtual reality (VR), augmented reality (AR), mixed reality (MR) or some crazed combination of the three. Today we’re continuing a thread begun last week in the final part of my three-week feature into what may lie ahead in 2017.  There I mooted the idea that of all the studios currently involved within VR, certainly from a gaming perspective there is one that is conspicuous by its absence. SEGA. Yes, yes, I know there are Hatsune Miku games but as I pointed out at the time Hatsune Miku and the vocaloid bunch ultimately aren’t SEGA property and aren’t a traditional franchise. They aren’t one recognised within their All-Stars series for instance – and whilst that isn’t a qualifying marker for this list considering how big the Project Diva series is and how iconic a figure Miku is in Japanese culture certainly, you’d’ve thought SEGA would make more of a deal out of things than they have were she theirs. So on that basis, scrub those out PSVR games off your mental tally.

Updated total? Zero.

This is unusual for SEGA. Historically SEGA (at least in the third-party era) have rushed in to support whatever new technology comes along. Do you by any chance remember the EyeToy, Sony’s camera accessory for the PlayStation 2? Yes? No? There weren’t exactly a whole heap of games for it. But SEGA were there with the original SEGA Superstars to fly the flag. They supported the Kinect they fell into bed with Wii U pretty quickly, etc, etc. For SEGA to not have had one of its more noted franchises in the West ready to rock and roll when VR came to retail, certainly the PSVR, was pretty unusual. (Again, discounting the leek-swinging singer lady.)

But that’s not to say there aren’t plenty of opportunities for SEGA to embrace VR and thrown a bone to its more beloved franchises. It’s one of the sad truths about SEGA that their most iconic of series, with the exception of the fast spiky one, have never exactly been humongous successes financially. Still, why not use some of them and maybe give them a new lease of life outside of a new racing game? (No, really SEGA. It’s time for Transformed 2. Throw some money at SUMO Digital, will ya?) It’s also not like we don’t know SEGA aren’t messing around with VR either. Both SEGA Europe (SOE) and SEGA America (SOA) revealed their ownership of VR kits (HTC Vive and PlayStation VR for SOE and Hololens for SOA) thanks to community videos. Way to keep that secret chaps. A+ work.

So let’s get things underway. As before I must point out that I used to work for SEGA for several years and worked on a number of the franchises listed that I’ll be bringing up. It was some time ago now, but I’m reliably informed that if I don’t do that the world will apparently end. We begin first with an honourable mention.

Honourable Mention: Alien Isolation

It’s just not going to happen folks. Many have said the masterfully creepy atmosphere of “SEGA’s Good Alien Game” – tho everyone forgets they also did an Alien game on the DS in that discussion – was a perfect match for a full and proper adaption into a VR experience. The scare factor would be immense, obviously. As it’s bad enough being stalked by a Xenomorph without actually looking down at your chest as its tail pushes through it to kill you.  As much as we’d all like it to, the economic factors involved just mean Alien Isolation is a non-starter for Creative Assembly to even get involved in really. Boo-urns.

However, speaking of Creative Assembly…

  Total War

It’s one of gaming’s little quirks that one of console gaming’s most well known names is the publisher that is in actuality one of PC Gaming’s powerhouses. Between Sports Interactive’s Football Manager series and Creative Assembly’s Total War franchise SEGA have an commanding grip of the PC chart, one would go far to say dominance at some points in the year.  If you have lived in a hole for the past couple of decades, Total War is a series of real-time strategy games that takes keen players take on the role of General in various eras of time. Replaying notable battles and playing tactical hardball with history. Whether it’s the Medieval period, the time of Rome, the rise of Napoleon or the era of the samurai there’s plenty to do. Heck, you can even throw history right out the window now and enjoy some Warhammer in your Total War.

Total War has always been about getting stuck in to battles. The planning, the preparation, the implementation and the execution.  The buck stops with you, and as the series has developed the control system has allowed you to get ever deeper into the action.  You can even follow individual soldiers. It’s such a well developed system that there’s even been a BBC game show (essentially) based on playing the series. One that’s recently had something of a comeback.

So with this in mind how would VR make Total War better?  Control.

Now, considering what I’ve just written you might be wondering what I’ve been talking about since I’ve just been praising the system. But you can always improve and everyone and anyone who has played Total War has always had periods where the game just won’t place units right or you can’t get the camera in jussssst the right position. Now imagine you are in the map as opposed to looking at a 2D surface. Imagine you were, with your motion controllers able to to manipulate your units and your surroundings just so. How much easier and dynamic and engaging an experience that would bee if you brought a touch of Minority Report to proceedings.

Heck, can you imagine a Hololens version of Total War? With you waging battles from your sofa over your coffee table, and manoeuvring your archers onto the high ground of the TV unit? That’d be amazing.

Samba de Amigo

Break out the Bellini boys and girls!

When I first saw the HTC Vive controllers my first thought, partly because of how they were being held and moved at the time, was that they kind of looked like maracas. And there’s only one game that invites you, without a hint of suggestiveness, to get your maracas out. Samba de Amigo first burst onto the scene on SEGA’s much loved Dreamcast and was actually developed by Sonic Team if you didn’t realise it. It also came out as an arcade experience before next surfacing on the Nintendo Wii. The game plays with you in amongst a vibrantly coloured carnival, armed with your maracas you control Amigo, one of SEGA’s two monkey mascots (the other being Super Monkey Ball‘s AiAi, strangely the two have never been seen as rivals in the Superstars/All-Stars titles. Which has always puzzled me.) You move and dance along to a selection of upbeat tracks, shaking your controllers in time to the beat and occasionally having to strike a pose. It’s a simple enough title, and well and truly puts the party into party game.

VR needs more games like that I think. More games that are just full on fun and colours. It’s why Balloon Chair Death Match got people excited, it was a simple premise and it looked fun. Job Simulator is the same. Bright colours and poitively oozes fun. Yes, we can all enjoy a nice serious game with high stakes, but in dammit we all just want to be silly sometimes. Samba allows you to do exactly that. Now, what I’m essentially asking you is to imagine this in VR. Please watch the video below as in this instance it is important to what I’m writing about.

A warning before you do however; if you are wearing headphones please turn them down. There’s some loud audio distortion on the video from the outset.

Just look at this man. Look how bloody happy he is. He doesn’t care he’s in the middle of an arcade, he doesn’t care he has a crowd. He’s just going for it: a master at work. Nevermind your beloved Salt Bae (a reference I realise will date this article terribly), in your heart of hearts you wish that were you. You wish you were as cool as the Samba Bae.

Now I’m waving any potential wire-based issues here. Forget ’em. Let’s lay it out. You put on the headset and you step into a party; a “Carnaval de VR”. Everyone around you is interacting with you. The movement is infectious. You are the centre of a mass celebration with bouncing creatures and an equally bouncing musical beat. You have motion tracking controls. You wave them about in time to the music. It’s escapement, elation, exercise and fun. Now we bring things up to date with the new technology and throw in a dash of evolution to the game as well. Unlike before you can use the sensors or PlayStation camera to fully track your movements. All of a sudden Samba can have a touch of Dance Central in it, evolving it into a bit more of a full body game with one stroke. You have greater accuracy than ever before on the controllers, the game can actually see you for the first time and you get one of the most smile inducing experiences on VR. As an added bonus it gets to be a game franchise fully realised on VR, something people are clamoring for.

Yo SEGA. You’ve got my number. Call my people (me) and let’s make this happen. I’m totally open to being Producer on this thing. SAMBA! Du du de-du du-du du de-du…

Condemned 

There’s a very good chance you don’t remember Condemned: Criminal Origins. There’s an even better chance you’ve never played it or Condemned 2: Bloodshot. Which is a pity really. Condemned is a first-person experience which puts you in the shoes of Ethan Thomas, a police officer investigating a murder which slowly takes him down a path to discovering secret societies, mysterious entities, encountering nightmarish visions and the city falling into the grip of madness. Both games are a twisted mix of dark menacing settings, genuine scares that mess with play on psychology and improvised combat usually involving whatever Ethan can get his hands on. It’s frantic, up in-your-face stuff and perfect for VR with the combat emphasis on melee.

It’s not just that though. The first Condemned game especially has you dealing, within your role as a police investigator, a number of different crime scenes. These are technical, and involve you hunting for clues, such as finger prints and making deductions. What Condemned is, is what I suggested it could be back at E3 2016. It could be the Batman VR game you’ve always wanted but combined with all the best twisted bits of Resident Evil VII.

We’ll just ignore the bit about shouting people to death from number 2. (Check out my good friend John’s Let’s Play of Condemned 2 to see what I mean.)

That’s all for this week. On next week’s selection of titles we’re embracing freedom in a couple of ways and I use the term “wave shooter”. Which will probably annoy people. Until then…

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The Complete Guide To Every Type Of Men’s Hair Product

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The Complete Guide To Every Type Of Men’s Hair Product

There was a time when hair care for men involved little more than a quick suds-up with some Head & Shoulders, a furious towel dry and, on special occasions, a slather of Dax or Brylcreem – you know, if you were feeling fancy.

Now though, with freeze-hold gels, matte clays and volumising sprays crowding our bathroom cabinets, the idea that we ever enjoyed such a quaintly minimalist routine is laughable. Hilarious even, considering the fact that, according to Mintel, the men’s hair care market is expected to reach £94m in value by 2020, and that’s just the UK.

For better or worse (let’s be honest: better, we all look much better), as men’s interest in their appearance has grown, so too has the number of brands and products promising to make our locks look their best. Which is, great for the most part – who wouldn’t want a wider selection of tools to get the job done? But it’s also pretty overwhelming. Buy into every new miracle-touting men’s hair product and your daily routine suddenly gets a) very expensive and b) so Patrick Bateman-esque in its time-consuming complexity that only he could justify following it fastidiously.

This is why we’ve compiled this comprehensive guide to men’s hair products. From how to condition your hair to which combs are best, it’s the myth-busting, info-packed primer your barnet will thank you for bookmarking.

How To Take Care Of Your Hair

Your hair is the one accessory you can’t take off when it’s not quite working, so it pays to make sure it always looks its best. And while that means you should deploy the right products, it’s arguably more important to care for your hair through your lifestyle choices.

“One of the most important nutrients for hair health, and the production of strong and robust strands, is protein – the substance hair is made of,” says Anabel Kingsley, trichologist at leading London hair clinic Philip Kingsley. “To ensure your hair is receiving an adequate supply of protein, add at least a palm-sized portion of protein – eggs, poultry, fish, beans, nuts and pulses are all good options – to your breakfast and lunch.”

Unlike your personal trainer during cutting season, Kingsley also recommends incorporating a serving of complex carbohydrates into every meal, “as they provide energy to form hair cells, which are in fact the second-fastest growing cells the body produces.” Drinking plenty of water is important too, since the scalp, “like any part of the skin, can become dry if your body is dehydrated”, which can then lead to flakiness and an uncomfortably ‘tight’ feeling.

On the other hand, know the foods which are more foe than friend when it comes to hair health. “If you struggle with a scalp that is flaky and/or itchy, be aware that full-fat dairy products, as well as white wine, Champagne and very spicy or sugary foods can exacerbate the issue,” says Kingsley. “Trigger foods aren’t the same for everyone though, so I suggest working out what yours are by process of elimination.”

Vitamins-wise, get to know ferritin, a stored iron, which Kingsley says helps produce hair cell protein. “Eat iron-rich foods at least twice a week; although the best sources are red meat such as steak and liver, an iron supplement can also help if you’re iron- or ferritin-deficient.”

You’ll also want to take your hair for a walk. Regular exercise not only helps boost circulation to the hair and scalp (ensuring your hair gets all the nutrients it needs to thrive), but also reduces stress, which if left unchecked can lead to brittle hair or, in serious cases, hair loss. You may want to lose the cap, too: though damaging in excess, a little regular exposure to sunlight helps promote vitamin D production, which in turn helps sustain hair growth. A little, mind.

Shampoo

She might’ve lied about Santa – and the fact that you were never fat (just big-boned) – but your mother wasn’t having you on when she stressed the importance of washing your hair with shampoo.

Shampooing is essential. Not only does the process of washing your hair with shampoo remove dirt and debris that collects on your scalp, but shampoo itself emulsifies excess sebum (an oil produced naturally by the skin) and product residue, leaving your hair fresh and free of gross microfauna.

What’s not essential though, is shampooing your hair every day. In fact, ‘pooing on the daily could actually strip your hair of some of the natural oil it needs to keep it healthy. So, unless you exercise and sweat excessively daily, have fine, oily hair or live in a very humid climate, then you should shampoo less often.

How often? That’s still up for debate, but as a general rule a few times a week should suffice. “Generally, it’s advisable to wash hair twice a week, or every second day if your hair and scalp are prone to oil build-up,” says Nick Campbell, barber at Ruffians, an award-winning barbershop with branches in London and Edinburgh. “On days you don’t shampoo, rinsing your hair with warm water can help remove salts and residue from any water-soluble styling products.” It won’t however remove excess sebum, so if you’re prone to dandruff, you should err towards shampooing more often.

As for technique, Campbell recommends wetting your hair thoroughly first. Then squirt a coin-sized dollop (more if your hair is longer than a couple of inches) into your palm, rub your hands together and massage gently, but thoroughly through your scalp and roots for 30 seconds or so before rinsing completely.

Conditioner

Would you wash your face without applying moisturiser afterwards? No, of course you wouldn’t. That’d be ridiculous. Much like moisturiser restores all-important moisture to skin, so too a conditioner restores to your scalp the moisture a shampoo strips away.

“Conditioner smoothens your hair while adding shine and reducing static,” says trichologist Anabel Kingsley. Although often considered the preserve of those with long hair, the hair-softening, frizz-preventing benefits of conditioner can be reaped by all men, no matter their hair length and type.

But what’s the best way to go about it? “You should aim to condition your hair every time you wash it with shampoo,” says Kingsley. “Once you’ve rinsed your hair thoroughly of shampoo, smoothen a coin-sized amount of conditioner through your hair, making sure to apply to your mid-lengths and ends only as this is where moisture is needed most, but also, rubbing conditioner into your roots can have an adverse effect of leaving hair looking flat and greasy.”

For men with particularly dry and/or coarse hair, leave-in conditioners (i.e. conditioners you don’t wash out) are also worth a look. “Leave-in conditioners not only add moisture to hair, but they can be used as a styling aid too,” says Mark Maciver, AKA Slider Cuts, a London-based barber whose clients include Anthony Joshua and Stormzy. “This is especially useful when trying to achieve curlier styles with afro hair as the softer the hair is, the more easily it curls.”

What To Look Out For

According to Campbell, there are a few ingredients you should try to avoid if you have a sensitive scalp or hair that’s prone to damage:

Sulphates (or Sulfates). Commonly used as foaming agents in cosmetics, sulphates – of which the most frequently used is sodium lauryl sulphate – have been shown to irritate and excessively dry the scalp. Although officially classed as ‘low hazard’, it’s best to avoid sulfates if your skin is on the sensitive side.

Parabens. A class of preservatives often used in cosmetics, parabens are used to extend a product’s shelf life. While there’s no conclusive research to show that they’re dangerous, some studies suggest parabens can interfere with the body’s endocrine, or hormonal system, as well as increase the sensitivity of your skin.

Silicones. Ending in ‘cone’ (eg dimethicone) and ‘siloxane’ (trisiloxane), silicones are used in products to coat hair in a waterproof film that makes it appear shiny and feel silky. However, if used regularly, silicone-based products can lead to a build-up of silicone which has the adverse effect of preventing conditioner from penetrating the hair shaft.

Adam Gore, founder of, and chief groomer at Birmingham barbershop Barberology also recommends steering clear of oil-based conditioners, “which don’t work well on men’s hair as they tend to weigh it down and make it harder to style.”

Remember to always read the label, too. Since not everyone’s definition of “natural” or “organic” is the same, so too not every natural, organic shampoo is entirely free from potentially irritating and/or harmful ingredients.

Hairstyling

Now that we’ve covered the basics of building a solid foundation for healthy hair, it’s time to talk about how to make the most of it.

But first, some hairstyling housekeeping:

Less is more. As one old Brylcreem advert put it: ‘Just a little dab’ll do ya’. That is to say that, while you can always add more product, you can’t take excess away, short of, you know, washing your hair and starting all over again. This applies to all styling products, no matter how light and soluble they are. Use only enough to get your hair where you want it to go.

Take a break. While styling products are great for achieving looks you couldn’t otherwise achieve, overuse can actually negatively affect the condition of your hair. “Give your hair rest days when possible,” says barber Nick Campbell. “If you wash, dry and use styling product on your hair daily, you should aim to give your hair one or two days rest per week so that it has a chance to ‘breathe’ free from products.”

The Best Hairstyling Products

Pomade

Essential for slick, high-shine hairstyles that require cement-level hold, pomade is a thick, viscous product perfect for creating quiffs, pompadours and sharp, and Don Draper-esque side partings.

Pomades can be split into two main types: oil-based and water-based. Oil-based pomades offer supreme hold, but can require several shampoos to wash out, while lighter water-based pomades sacrifice some of that strength for ease of removal. Both are the hairstyling equivalent of superglue, and best used on medium to thick hair to create ambitious styles with a lot of height.

N.B. Do not use pomade on exceptionally fine and/or thinning hair. It tends to clump hair together, which – coupled with its sheen – can highlight sparse or bald areas of the scalp.

Styling Cream

For men who like a light-touch finish, styling cream adds a subtle shine to your locks while guaranteeing a low to–at best–medium hold.

Of all men’s hairstyling products, cream is the one that most closely resembles sebum (which, if you recall from earlier, is your hair and scalp’s natural moisturiser), so it’s best for men who want to replicate that softened, frizz-free look you get from not washing your hair for a day or two.

Definitely not one for sculpting skyscraper styles, most styling creams won’t support so much as an upswept fringe. Because of this lightness, they’re a must for men with very fine and/or thinning hair whose thatch needs a product that won’t weigh it down.

Gel

A jelly-like substance used to hold and dress hair, gel is arguably the most popular men’s hairstyling product on the market. It’s also, sadly, the most frequently abused.

Despite its ubiquity, gel really isn’t the everyday styling product many men believe it to be. In fact, unless you opt for a mohawk or manga-inspired spiky mound on a daily basis, a strong-hold, high-shine hair gel is probably one of the worst products you could (mis)use. Sure, it gives good hold and an eye-catching wet-look finish, but when used as a way to lightly shape hair or sweep up a fringe – which is what many men born in the 1980s were led by ads to believe gel was intended for – it leaves your head in a mess of leaden, lifeless and frozen-solid strands.

For fans of the aforementioned styles, gel still has a place in your wash bag, though you should remember to always apply sparingly. For everyone else, there’s literally anything else.

Paste

Like a cross between styling cream and pomade, hair paste is a thick, yet highly pliable styling product that lends your hair a textured look, while also offering a medium-to-strong hold.

A true all-rounder, paste is versatile enough to be used on short, medium and long hair (of all thicknesses) to create a slew of different styles ranging from a lightly shaped fringe to – when used in conjunction with a hair dryer – more voluminous styles such as a loose quiff.

Most pastes leave hair with a matte finish (though there are slightly shinier options on offer, too) and, being water-based, they tend to wash out pretty easily as well.

Wax

Somewhere between a gel and a pomade, wax offers better hold than the former, but is more manageable (and washes out more easily) than the latter.

Wax is perhaps best thought of as a pomade, but weaker. So it’s a shoo-in for slick and/or vertiginous styles usually only achievable with pomade, although it offers a less soldered, more flexible finish. If you’re partial to a quiff, pompadour, side parting or slick-back, but want a more textured, less pristine take on your chosen style, then wax is one to add to your shopping list.

Bear in mind that although wax is not as thick and heavy as pomade, it still isn’t a great option for thinning or curly hair that hasn’t already been heat-styled.

Clay

A drier, duller and less glue-like alternative to pomade and wax, hair clay is the perfect product for creating medium- to strong-hold styles with a matte finish – think loose quiffs and bed-head styles with a highly textured appearance.

Like paste and wax, clay can be reworked slightly hours after application, but not quite to the same extent as its more pliable counterparts; hold-wise it functions more like a natural-looking pomade.

It’s also worth noting that hair clay is formulated with actual clay (usually bentonite or kaolin, which are both naturally occurring substances), which swells to dial up your hair’s volume, giving a welcome boost to its overall body and shape.

There’s also some evidence to suggest that clay’s active ingredient detoxifies your hair and scalp, helping to draw out metals and toxins, while also delivering much needed minerals such as sodium, potassium and calcium.

Sea Salt Spray

While it might sound like something that belongs in your fridge’s condiment drawer rather than your bathroom cabinet, sea salt spray is in fact a relatively new men’s hairstyling essential.

Formulated with, you guessed it, salt, this known texture-booster is used to recreate that lightly tousled look your hair gets after a day spent relaxing on the beach. The spray’s salt soaks up oil, volumising your locks and enhancing their natural kinks and curls. Simply spritz onto your hair, work through with your fingers to shape and you’re good to go.

Especially useful for fine and/or thinning hair, salt spray makes your hair appear thicker and more richly textured. As it’s light, it makes a good styling base for bigger styles too, so you might want to try applying it before deploying something heavier like a pomade or wax for extra support and volume. Don’t overdo it though: like anything salty it tends to dehydrate, so excessive use can cause your hair to become dry and brittle.

Hairspray

Not just for your gran, hairspray is a must for styles that need some serious hold. Made from a blend of polymers, hairsprays provide structural support for hair, helping it to retain its shape while also adding a healthy dose of shine.

Unlike its listmates here, hairspray is more supporting act than main event. Rather than a styling product in and of itself, it’s designed to be used at the end of styling to bolster whatever shape you’ve created, helping ‘set’ the style so that it won’t wither away within a few hours.

Hairspray comes in a variety of strengths, from flexible- to medium- to strong-hold, but unless you’re looking to add beauty pageant-level shine to your hair, it’s pointless using anything other than the strong stuff.

Top tip: use only when your style needs cementing, and spray liberally, taking care not to drop dead from fumes before the world gets to see your ‘do.

Hairstyling Accessories

Hair Dryer

While most men manage perfectly well without one, a hair dryer will come in handy when: drying hair that’s not short i.e. more than a few inches long; if you want to lend your hair some lasting shape and volume; or if you want to create heavily structured styles such as quiffs and pompadours.

When it comes to purchasing a good one, there are three key things to look out for: a wattage of 1800 or more (a higher wattage means a more powerful dryer, which means faster drying, which in turn means less damage done to hair); ceramic and tourmaline technologies (the former adds shine while preventing hair from frizzing; the latter generates negative ions to reduce drying time and static); and additional features such as attachments for styling and a ‘cool shot’ button, which can be used at the end of styling to blast hair with cool air to help set it in place.

Comb

Invaluable, whatever your hair type, a good comb not only serves as an effective styling tool, but also exfoliates the scalp, stimulates the production of sebum and increases blood flow to the area to help circulate nutrients important for hair health.

Avoid metal combs (which have edges so sharp that they can lacerate hair strands), and instead look for saw-cut horn or plastic ones which have teeth that are individually cut-in–rather than moulded for a smoother, less abrasive effect.

Make sure too, to find a comb that’s made for your hair type. Remember: the thicker the hair, the wider the tooth. If you have thin, straight hair, a fine-tooth comb works well, but you’ll need a wide-tooth one to tame thick, wavy or curly hair.

Brush

If you have medium-length or long hair, it’s best to use a brush, rather than a comb, to groom your hair. The main reason for this is that sebum produced by the scalp needs help in reaching the full hair shaft by being brushed from the root right down to the tip.

Now, while you could technically do that with a comb, it makes a lot more sense to reserve your comb for spot-detangling and use the brush for the bulk of the work instead. Plus, if you choose the right one, you’ll also have a powerful styling tool at your disposal.

To that end, a paddle or vent brush is your best bet. Both of these brush types are easy to use when dry brushing or when styling the hair in combination with product and/or a hair dryer (though the vent does have the slight advantage of being slightly more slender and manoeuvrable).

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The Burden to Bear Arms

So I went to the city (as we say in my neck of the woods) last Friday to accompany my wife to her doctor's appointment. Afterward, we took the kids to the St. Louis zoo, and then I went to a haunted house with some friends that evening (my wife didn't want to go because of the kids. Yeah, sure). The thing is, that particular Friday fell on the 13th… in October. Now, I'm not superstitious, but I do believe in self-fulfilling prophecies, and if ever there's a day for the crazies to roam the "city," it's a Friday the 13th just two weeks before Halloween. So, I did something I've never done before. I took a gun with me.

I considered carrying my Ruger American 9mm on me all day (as of January 1, 2017, law permits concealed carry in Missouri even without a permit), but it's a bit too heavy to carry comfortably for the amount of walking we were going to do, so I left it under my car seat. As I said earlier, the primary reason I opted to take it with me was to protect my family from the crazies, but I had another motive as well—I just wanted to know what it felt like. And let me tell you, it wasn't nearly as cool as I imagined.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm a laidback guy. But as I drove up to the "city" with my piece under the seat, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I imagined what I'd do if I actually had a reason to use it. I ran through scenarios of getting mugged or car-jacked. I Googled what a St. Louis resident's chances are of becoming a victim of a violent crime (1 in 55, in case you were wondering). I considered how far I would actually go and under what circumstances I would "risk it." In short, actually having a means of defense made me more nervous than if I'd just gone up unarmed.

I think a big part of this was my aforementioned personality. I just don't tend to worry about things. If someone demanded all of my money at gunpoint, I'd probably just shrug and give it to them. If Donald Trump sent out a Tweet declaring that we were going to war, I guess I'd get ready for war. But in the meantime, I'll keep working and loving my family, happily ignorant to most of the evil and corruption in the world. Why? Well since ya asked so nicely, I'll give ya two reasons. One, as the Good Book says, "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?" and two, everyone has a job to do. My jobs are to fix bodies (as a physical therapist) and stimulate minds (as a writer). Other people have devoted their lives to protecting others. Those in the military protect us from foreign threats and those in law enforcement protect us from the previously mentioned crazies. They know where the threats are. They look in the appropriate places and take the appropriate actions. Me? Honestly, I'm just as ignorant as the rest of the 95% (fake stat) of Americans who have never been trained and tested in battle. Sure, I can neutralize a threatening squirrel. And yeah, I can field strip, clean, and handle all of my guns safely. But would I successfully ward off an armed attacker? Maybe. But it's just as likely that I'd shoot myself in the foot.

Here's my point. In America, we have the "right" to bear arms. In Missouri, we have the "right" to conceal that weapon. But unlike, say, freedom of speech or religion, our "rights" pertaining to firearms might more accurately be seen as "privileges" (in short, rights are given to every citizen of a country without stipulation while privileges are given to certain groups and at certain times). Think about it. Even in the Wild West, er, Missouri, we can't carry guns into the courthouse or on a bus. Convicted felons or domestic violence offenders can't carry one at all. And there's a reason for all of this. When it comes down to it, carrying a firearm isn't a right or a privilege. It's a burden.

There are only two real reasons to carry a firearm in public, to inflict senseless violence or to protect against it. If you're prepared to do the former, you forfeit your privilege to carry. If you're prepared to protect against it (which includes proper training and a mental constitution to carry out your duty responsibly and ethically), you're one of the few who actually deserve to carry a firearm in public. The rest of us who fall somewhere in-between the two extremes still have the right to bear arms, but the decision shouldn't be made lightly.

If the Las Vegas shooter a couple of weeks ago would have looked down from his 32nd-story window and seen 22,000 guns pointed up at him, he may have thought twice about going through with his horrendous plan. But if we change our reality and say that all 22,000 people in attendance at that concert were trained to handle and fire a weapon (which might not be far from the truth at a Jason Aldean concert, but I digress…), our country would be a much different place. As I said, carrying a gun changes your mindset. You're no longer looking at the changing leaves as you walk through the park. Instead, you're looking for bad guys in the branches. 

Despite our problems, we are still a peaceful nation. We have some who create art and others who protect it, but in general, we're closer to Athens than Sparta. Don't get me wrong, both were great peoples in their own right, but only because they knew who they were in spirit. An Athenian would have been loathe to carry a spear and a Spartan wouldn't have gone anywhere near a paintbrush.

So the next time you consider exercising your right to bear arms in public, ask yourself if you really should. And if you find yourself confused by the prospect, consider one last analogy: yoga pants. Everyone has the right to wear yoga pants. I mean, I can't count how many times I've someone just walking around in the things, not doing a single yoga pose. But just because they have the right doesn't mean they should exercise it… though exercise probably wouldn't be a bad idea for some of those "People of Wal-Mart" legging offenders…

As for me, I might occasionally keep a pistol in my car if I'm mentally prepared to use it and have adequate reason to suspect that I would need to. But 99% of the time, I'll leave it to the professionals and stick to the things I'm good at. Oh, and don't worry, I won't be exercising my right to wear yoga pants anytime soon.