#if these ever support ghost i think id be in heaven

[preqvelle]

( All hail the original sinner, Black heaven, black heaven )

[cosmiclatte28]

Secret Love Song (ten x you)

here we go!

ps. Ten is a WayV and SuperM idol here, while Yuta, Jaehyun, and Johnny are not idols! Thanks

Song : Secret Love Song from little mix and Jason Durelo lol Derulo xD

warning : tiny bit of insecurities, lots of fluff, happy end.

CHITTAPON IS JUST SO SWEET!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You make your way slowly back to your small studio apartment. You rush from the nearest bus stop, walk through the cold winter night, reach the front door and then take the lift to your room. Today has been tiring, your neck and lower back are aching from sitting on stools for hours and reaching your clients body as you inject safe permanent inks into their skin. Yes, you are a tattoo artist, working in a superior tattoo parlor, where hygiene levels are guaranteed safe and the drawings are not regrettable. Well, your clients paid a hundreds of dollars to have a 4 inch tattoo! You have to admit, being a tattoo artist in a high-class studio gave a fair amount to pay your rents, eat decent foods, and spend some money for your happiness. You sigh when you remember that the flat fee for this month has been raised, and you know you will need to either find a new living space or work extra hours to pay for the extra cost.

You stretch your neck for a while as your fingers type in a six digit combination to open the door to your heaven: the bed. Once you close the door behind you, you take off your coat, carelessly toss your bag to the sofa, and free yourself from your boots. You make a quick attempt to untangle your scarf and dive belly first to your soft mattress. A sigh of great relieve escapes your mouth and you find your eyelids super heavy. You would totally fall  asleep within five seconds if your bizarre phone did not disturb you.

Your hand blindly searches for the rectangular noisy object and when you find it, the ring has ended. You groan in frustration, but your fatigue drowns you back to slumber. This time there was a short beep five times in a row, and you know that is your boyfriend messaging you. Your mind fights over waking up to call him back, or just drive your tired eyes to sleep and deal with him later when you're fresh. You decided to do the latter, but today must not be your day. Your phone rings again and your finger slides to pick up his call.

"What?!" You snapped.

"Woah, easy... Did I call the wrong number?" the man on the other hand takes his phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. He shakes his head when he ensures this is the right number.

"Sorry... I-"you yawn and he stays silence until you continue, "I just got home, and your calls postpone my -so needed- sleep..."

He smiles to himself when he heard your yawns and slurs.

"Okay, I'll just tell you I'm busy for the next three days. I'll call you back, I need to do my make up now. Bye!"

You did not reply him, your brain didn't actually understand anything he said, you've lost yourself into the dreamland after finishing your sentence. You sleep through your dinner time, only to snore deeper as the night darkens.

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One man sits stiffly on his chair in the powder room. He is waiting for his stylist to come and do his make up before he steps into the stage filled with a crowd dedicating their life, money, and time to support him and his group. He shakes his shoulder a bit to throw the pressure away, why did he feel like he committed a great sin for calling his girl just to disturb  her from sleeping.

"Who is that Ten hyung?" Yang-yang who happens to catch a few of Ten's surprised action earlier asked.

Ten turns his head to face the youngest boy, he's about to open his mouth before the tallest and loudest man cuts his answer "It's (y/n) of course," Lucas offers his big smile while slapping Ten's shoulder.

"Stop it Lucas, I might poke his eye because of your sudden slap when I am drawing this eyeliner." The stylist who has been working hard to polish this pretty eyes of Ten, scowls at Lucas.

"Sorry, but it's true right?? It's (Y/n)???" Lucas takes a seat on one of the free chairs in the powder room. He's ready to go on stage already.

Ten shakes his head in disbelief and nods, "Yes it's her. Happy?"

Yang-yang smiles and drags his chair closer, "So... what happened? Spill the tea!"

Lucas also has his eyes bigger twice as much in size and his back is straightened, he is ready for the gossip!

Ten smacks his lips when the last stroke of light lipstick was applied; he checks himself on the mirror and nods an approval for the stylist to go. "Thank you!"

Now when nobody else is in the room, Ten finally opens his mouth.

"I called her at the wrong time I think... She snapped at me because she said I disturb her sleep?"

The two younger men pretend to understand though really they don't have a single idea why Ten must look this nervous just because his girlfriend snapped. Hey, every person has a bad day right?

Ten stares into the two soul across him and he face palms himself mentally when he realize there was no way Lucas nor Yang-yang understands his worry.

"Forget it, both of you are not helping." Ten pushes himself from the chair to put on his golden jacket.

"We're putting on mikes and in 7 minutes, you're going Live." The stage director opens the door right in time and a swarm of crew help the members put on their mikes.

Ten glances at his phone for the last time, there his smile rises when one notification pops from none other than you.

From: mon petit cœur

"Burn the stage,love! Bad Alive deserves the spotlight. <3"

Ten knows he doesn't have to reply that message, but the heavy weight in his heart is gone as he takes a deep breath and joins his other brothers to the side of the stage. They chant their group cheers and soon take over the stage.

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You're awakened by your alarm clock around seven at night. Your head feels dizzy and you know that's probably because you skipped dinner. You force yourself to open your eyes. Your fingers expertly open the messenger application and through your squinting eyes, you type a short message to your boyfriend. Well, you promised him you won't miss their first stage of Bad Alive, and so here you are! seated on your worn-off sofa, an apple on one hand and the small TV provides you music and pictures. You focus yourself on the screen when you can see your boy and his team already shown for the interview at the screen. You fix your position, increase the volume, and you're totally awake when the stage shows your favorite group of all time.

The three minutes performance was over. You get up from your position, walk to throw the apple core away, and you grab your phone back.

To : Ten

"Amazing job you did there, my body's burning,

Guess I can save money from not using any more heaters.

Going home? <3"

You want to meet Ten so bad, it's already one month since you two didn't see each other. He has intensive practices for the comeback. Not that you're not understanding or selfish; You just wish he can make some time to come tonight, because you need someone to listen to you.

Your phone bleeped after an hour. Ten must've finished all of his works and probably already seated in the van, ready to leave the venue.

From: Ten

"Glad the song kept you warm. Sadly I've told you earlier in the call I cannot make it home these three days. Next week I also have another stage performance. I'll let you know when we can meet. How's today?"

Your shoulder slumped, you ghost you finger over the call button. You want to call him right now, but dating an idol is not that simple. If some manager or stylist caught you in the act, they might tell this to the director board and you know how this will end. Yes forced break up!

You left him on read. You glance at the clock on the dining room. It's already nine, you have some place to go. You dress yourself in a warm jacket and you leave the empty room. You hail a cab and direct an address. Your phone vibrated and you picked up a call.

"Hey! Where are you now?" Ten asks

"I'm going out for a while, why?"

"Oh, where are you headed to?"

"Ummm Johnny's, I forgot he invited me over for wine and cheese. Wanna join?"

"Is this Saturday Night already?"

You chuckled, "Yes Mr. busy, this is a Saturday Night."

"I'll see how the meeting with SuperM goes, til then have fun and be safe, Love you!"

"He's a nice brother, don't worry I'll be okay. Wait I have to get off the bus."

Ten waited for you on the other side of the line. He likes to make sure you're okay on the road. He busies himself with a strand of loose thread on his jacket and holds the phone close to his ear. His smile returns when your breathy voice greets him back.

"Woah, sorry there were several people going down too.

I'm only 3 minutes away! Are you in the office yet?"

"I'm entering the lobby, need to rush to the lift and see if everyone's there already."

"Okay, guess I'll end the call here. I can see his house already."

"No, I'll wait until you are in his house. Besides my notification just notifies me Taemin hyung is late."

"Well, I'm here already. Johnny's by my side."

"Alright, trust you. Tell him I miss him! Okay then, enjoy your night.

Call me whenever you need my help. Love you!"

You smile at his small attention, "Thanks Ten, Love you too! Good luck with the meeting."

The phone call ended

You enter the kitchen of the small house your brother and his fiancée bought. Johnny is five years older than you, and that's why he has been able to take care of you ever since the two of you were young. Johnny's wife happened to be staying in her mother's house because she had to look after her younger cousins. Johnny cannot join her because he needs to supervise his office. So here you are, the two of you meet one another for a siblings quality time.

"Tonight's special is Cabernet Franc," Johnny said after examining the bottle and taking the cork off.

I push him my empty glass and he fills in both glasses with the red liquid.

"Cheers," You both chime and clank the glass.

Moving on to sit on the comfortable L-sofa, you make yourself comfortable before finally starting to chat and talk about life. A soft music was played on the background, some classics because both of you felt like it.

"So, how is your day?" asked Johnny.

You gulp down the rest of the wine and roll your eyes, "Bad. Worst!"

Johnny straightens his back, "Ten? Or Work?"

You run your eyes right and left, taking a moment to think which one of them is bothering your mind. You smile when you know the answer, "Both!"

Johnny only raises his brow and you know the queue to spill everything out. Your mind went back to earlier this morning, where you woke up late and missed the bus to your office. You had to take the cab, since Ten was busy with his performance schedule today. You had to spend a good $20 to make it on time. You did arrive on schedule; the shop was opening as per usual. You greeted your co-workers, Yuta and Jaehyun.

The three of you have been working together since this parlor opened, there were no other worker here because we don't need that much! The people who step through the door were usually a regular or have made an appointment. However, today was totally irregular!

You remember the horror of Jaehyun's face when he entered the employee room with terror. Yuta was working on a customer's drawing and you were washing and cleaning the pen.

"We sorta have a problem here, there were three girls wanting to get a tattoo done without any appointments."

Yuta raised his brow, there must be something next that will surprise them both.

"They're minors. I've told them to come back when they're older, but they insisted."

"Let me talk," You place your pen down on a table and take the queue to talk to the girls. Well, Jaehyun is a softie, he cannot be strict especially to high-school girls.

You caught the three girls giggling over a picture on their phone, and you quickly snatched it away from her hand. They gasped and protested on your action, but you were taller than them.

"Sorry, but it was not appropriate for you to secretly take pictures of another person. This, I'm sure you took them secretly earlier. You're violating someone's privacy." You said as you deleted the pictures of a candid Jaehyun.

"If you're here only to take inappropriate pictures of my co-worker, leave immediately and don't ever come back. And you're clearly not 18 yet, the law stated you must be 18 to have a tattoo. Til then, let's wait patiently. Come back only when you are 18 and permitted to have ink on your body. Good bye." You returned the phone and shrugged your shoulder to the exit door.

The three girls have fires in their eyes and they were clearly killing you in their heads, but you're not afraid of babies like them.

"You're mean! Just wait for our revenge!" One of the girl stomped her feet in anger and ordered the other two to follow her and they left the parlor.

You let go a breath you held back earlier, then you decided to take the welcome desk for a while.

Just when you thought nothing else will go wrong, that's where you were fucked. Across you stood your nightmare. The enormous man across you smiled secretly when he found you greeting him.

"Well, welcome back Sir Dimitry, I believe you're here for a touch up?" You ran your eyes through today's schedule. Sadly his name was not there, but he was a regular and he's the Russian gang leader here, who roamed around Incheon at night. You knew better not to mess up with him, but that was not what bothers you.

He Is big and scary, the first time you saw him was when Yuta has to do a big dragon on his well built arm. That day you were occupied with another client, but although you were focused on doing your work, you can't help but feel his gaze on your body. Yuta and Jaehyun were aware of this, and since then they always try their best to take his project and they always lied you're busy or occupied. You're thankful for them. The two men were not so pleased to work on his skin too, for his drawings were always big, disturbing, and scary. However, he was the most generous tipper, and that made them close their mouth and ears (because he used to answer calls and believe me your ears won't stay cold listening to his choices of bad words).

"I haven't made an appointment yet, and I came here for a new drawing. I've had one in my mind and I believe you can finish tracing it in a couple of minute." The big guy leaned forward on the table.

There were two other people coming in and Yuta happened to pass by. You threw him a "help" sign and Yuta bit his lips, "My client is here already... I'm sorry, try Jaehyun."

Yuta took his customer to the studio and Jaehyun appeared beside you.

Jaehyun glanced at the clock, then looked into the Russian man's blue eyes "I'm sorry sir, but today we're a bit tight. You can come back here tomorrow say around one? I'll take your order, do you want a new drawing or retouch?"

The man hit the table, "I believe this lady over here is free right now, I don't see any client waiting for her. That guy is clearly your job Jae, I saw his tattoos those were definitely yours."He smiled winningly.

You cursed in your heart, well today you happened to have no appointments, you're only making templates. You closed your eyes, inhaled, and looked at Jaehyun. You nodded your head to tell him you'll be okay and you'll take him. Jae could lost his eyes from the shock when you sighed and told the big man, "Alright, I am free for two hours. Before that let me remind you I cannot do strong and big inks."

The Russian man smirked like a cat who won a fish, you took him to the processing room and he explained you what he want. You went to your professional mode and focused clearly on making his dream comes true. You were bargaining with him to make the designs smaller and less bold, he finally gave in. You worked your drawing quickly and after he agreed, you prepared your tools.

To make it short, it was the longest two hours in your life. He was clearly stealing views of you concentrating, and he was throwing so many offensive and disturbing flirts. You almost lost your cool when he joked about how hot you would look like on bed. You promised you held yourself from not forcing the word "bastard" to his neck and you clearly knew Yuta and Jaehyun were both busy keeping eyes on you. You're focused on making a word out of Russian alphabet you didn't know.

"I am attached, so please stop. You're going over the line already." You exhaled when he tried to touch your lap. You quickly pushed his hand away and you rushed your work.

"I said stop! You're harassing me!" You tossed the pen to your metal tray, and you pushed your chair back. He was not totally harassing you physically, but he was mentally fucking you. You saw his tent and you decided you'll stop your work. Well you finished it right on time though.

"I can file a report and you can be trialed." You stood up from your stool, but he held you back faster.

"Let go off her," Yuta threw him a deadly gaze and swatted the man's hand.

"You won't, they wouldn't care. Look this tattoo's amazing. I'm leaving you 500! Take the change." He forced the bills in my hand and made his way out.

You stood there surprised and petrified. You're ashamed of yourself, but what would your boss say if he found out a client was not satisfied because the girl artist did not want to work on his body. You'll lose your favorite job, and no you don't want that to happen yet.

Yuta and Jaehyun comforted you and ensured that you were not assaulted physically or even harmed. You shook your head and a tear fell on your cheeks. "I am embarrassed of myself, I feel bad for Ten... and Fuck I blew up my relationship."

Yuta ensured nobody will know, or you hope so. The day continued and after some more picky madams with boring gossips, you went home with....well an extra $300. You actually hated the money, but 300 is a big number, you can either put it on donation or pay your rent. You decided to put it in the cashier box though, let your boss decide. Usually a 100 bucks is already a big tip, this is triple! But thinking back of his actions, you hate everything.

"You sure you're okay?" Johnny reaches for your hand and takes a good look on your body.

You giggle, "It's fine, he almost reached for my lap but I was faster! But his mind, I can't control that..."

Johnny nods, "Just avoid him okay, or tell your boss you cannot take him. Moving on, tell me about Ten!"

"About Ten, I just hope dating an idol can be more public." You swirl your wine that had been refilled.

Your mind one again brought you into a daze, you remembered two years ago when Ten knew you from his tattoo appointment. You were responsible for his temporary tattoo for a comeback. He knew you from Taeyong, fellow SuperM member who made the 'UNDER STAND' tattoo with your help. Ten likes the result and he asked Taeyong where he got it done.

To make it short, you frequently see one another from discussion, drawing, and planning. Ten and you learned about one another quickly while he was on his ink bed, and you're focused on drawing his perfect sketch on his arm. The meeting became frequent after three months where he needed another tattoo for a comeback.

After returning about ten times to have a retouch or a new design, Ten finally earned your number. From there, everything was so fast and you're suddenly on your third year of dating an international famous idol! You thought you were ready for everything, not going public, staying home most of the time for dates, wearing masks and keep being undercover, even having sleepless nights while waiting for his message when he's away on a world tour. You can go on with the list, but you decided to focus on the good things more.

You were okay with Ten being away from his phone most of the time. He always did his best to send you an update about him, be it one emoji, a selfie, or a whole long ass paragraph of how his day went. He couldn't call you that much because someone might eavesdrop.

So far, no one thought Ten is having a secret love relationship. There were small fights, but both of you can talk it out together with cool heads and bonded stronger after the fight. Ten could see you and him being a family in the future, he even boldly told you his parents can't wait to meet you.

You were okay with all of the relationship, you were okay with his fans, you supported him on concerts and voting, you basically love him too with all your heart. Only one thing actually made you sad.

"What is that one thing? Not posting it in social media?" your brother teases you.

You lean on the soft cushions; your finger carelessly fiddles with the tassels hanging around the blanket Johnny had wrapped around you. You toss your look to his curious face.

"I want to walk under the cold winter air beneath the romantic lights, hand in hand, warmth shared from I don't know his heat pack in his pocket maybe... Then imagine the Christmas Carols are softly whispering in the night, mistletoe is everywhere. It doesn't have to wait until Christmas... I just want it whenever we can." You plop a cheese into your mouth. Your eyes were glassy when they look into Johnny's

Johnny pulls you closer and you instinctively lean in and let him caresses your back.

"You're tipsy, can you still walk?"

You shot your eyes open, the hell did your brother just kicked you out? Hey it's night already! Shouldn't he let you sleep in??

"I am not going home! It's dangerous! What kind of brother are you? Telling your little sister to go home at this time." You hit him repeatedly.

Johnny rolls his eyes, you clearly had too much!

"WALK TO THE BED SIS, WALK TO MY ROOM AND SLEEP PROPERLY." Johnny stresses each of the word in case my ears did not caught them.

You look at him blankly and Johnny knew you're gone already. He swiftly picks you up and carries you to the bed. Nicely he tucks you in and he cleans up the mess in the living room.

He notices his phone vibrating; noticing it was Ten, he picks up the call.

"She's sleeping in tonight, you're on the dorm right?" Johnny asks.

Ten answers him his schedule for the week and how he's not going home. He also told Johnny what happened earlier this afternoon. Johnny smirks as he whispers a code to Ten.

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Two weeks passed by, you already forgot your grudges to Ten. You try to be considerate to his hectic schedules. One cold afternoon, just after you finished working on your last client for today, you take your time cleaning the tools and sterilizing them. While humming to Love Talk, your favorite song, Jaehyun peeks from the curtain door.

"(Y/n), someone's looking for you." Jaehyun drags the curtain open. You pause your activity, for a moment; your eye brows quirked. You focus your mind to see if you missed an appointment, but no you're positive no one called you for a session this afternoon.

"Hmm, we still have time before closing time, so okay I'll take it."

You leave the room to see your client and you're surprised to see your boyfriend sitting on the waiting room.

"Ten!" You squeal out of surprise and joy. You run to hug him, well it has been three weeks since you last saw him in tangible state. Three weeks of video-calls and texts were quite satisfying, nevertheless.

Your boyfriend hugs you back and engulfs your smaller figure. He inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo he missed and how he wished the time can stop here right now.

"You're here for a new tat?" You ask after breaking the hug.

Ten shakes his head, "No, I got dismissed earlier and I want to pick you up!"

You blushed, hey that's so sweet of him. Unlike other boyfriends, having Ten walking in the sidewalk without his manager and body guards is a rare occurrence. Ten was always in the van or swarmed by fans! This afternoon however, here he is standing with a long winter coat, face hidden under a cap and a mask. He did not wear anything eye catching to avoid the media and saesangs. He did it! He made it here in your office without any missing piece or a trending twitter hashtag!

"Well we have another 20 minutes before my shift ends; do you need any help for a tattoo?" You smile at him. Hey planning a tattoo with Ten is always wonderful.

"You know we can always draw them together at home." He smirks and brushes my hair away from my face.

"Okay then, wait for a moment as we're tidying up." A big smile erupts from your lips and your heart is full of flowers!

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"Good bye Jae, Yuta!" You wave your hand as the two men let you leave first while they close the doors.

Ten is already waiting for you on the front porch with his hidden face. You place your mask over your face too. You stick yourself next to Ten to hug his arm, his heart softens at the sight, how a soft girl like you can work as a tattoo artist with Yuta and Jaehyun (who both have enormous prints on their bodies).

Without any warning, Ten takes one of your hand into his, he holds yours tightly and slips them to his jacket pocket."It's a bit cold right? Now where should we go?"

Your eyes widen, usually he always brings you home directly since he cannot be in public for too long.

"Shall we just go home? I can cook dinner." You sound confused by his offer tonight.

Ten shakes his head, and drags you without any clue where are we headed.

You are so stunned when you find yourself finishing a nice dinner course at a new restaurant. Luckily it was not crowded yet and no one seems to notice Ten, but dinner was not the end of the surprise.

You stand frozen under the dazzling disco ball, beneath your feet are colorful light up tiles, surrounding you are the moving body of half-conscious people, and your ears are slowly aching from the loud music.

"Ten, can we go somewhere quiet, I can't talk." You lean in closer to scream into his ear and your boyfriend pulls you out of the crowded space.He brings you to the bar and helps you sit on one of the stool.

"One bourbon for me, and a vodka for this pretty lady." Ten smiles to the bartender.

After he takes his sit next to you, you raise your brow. He knows that code and he quickly reaches for your hands.

"You don't like dancing in the club? It's a Sunday Night, I thought some drinks won't hurt right?" Ten knows you're not new to these kinds of places.

You let out a free laugh, "I do love dancing in the club, I'm just surprised why you're suddenly doing this. Plus if you told me, I could have prepared for better attire!" You hit him playfully.

Ten takes your hand into his, "Well, you look great already, plus we must not catch attention right." He leans in closer to you.

Your eyes slowly move down over his nose and finally on his lips. Maybe it was the way they glistened under the dim light, or the tenderness you miss, or just simply his lip bites he always did when he's nervous! You feel gravity pulling you closer just to taste a tiny bit of it, but Ten moves back quickly when the bartender returns with two glasses of our drinks.

"Thank you!" Ten hands over the cash and offers you your glass. You found yourself stupid for almost kissing him in public. Rule number one of dating an idol is to never kiss on public.

"Sorry," You look everywhere but his eyes and gulp down your shot.

Ten just nods beside you and there was a bit of a tension between you and him. Maybe you're still embarrassed of your action, but Ten is actually enjoying your braver side.

"Let's hit the floor. I really miss dancing together." Ten easily picks you out of your stool and lands you gently on the floor. One shot of vodka won't make you drunk yet, but you spent your youth dancing on the dance floor, so this is nothing for you.

The DJ was wonderful tonight; his choices of songs are perfect and as the two of you are getting more and more heated up under the throbbing lights. The dance floor was crowded and there was not much space left. You share his body heat, you can feel his breath tickles your neck, and you can once again see his plump cherries. You drive your mind elsewhere, and move your body to the rhythm. You smile at him and he smiles back at you, with one deep glance the two of you inches closer and closer.

Your eyes grew heavy, vision dark, you let your other senses work, and you feel that warm plump lips touching yours. You caught your breath and after some time, he pulls back. The loud sound blasting through the speaker slowly disturbs your hearing again. You open your eyes slowly and stare into his deep eyes. He places his hands over your waist, pulls you into his arms, and the two of you sway to the loud slow music the DJ offers.

You're no longer thinking straight. You bury your face into his chest, you trust yourself into his lead and a single tear fell down.

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that we could be like that

Why can't we be like that, Cause I'm yours.

You know this is everything you need to face when dating an idol, and you cannot hate him for this. It was your decision to say yes to him. Your head spins, your ears deafened, your vision darkens, and you no longer feel your feet.

You lost your conscious; all of a sudden you're already lying down on your bed. Turning your head to the side, you see Ten sleeping by your side hugging you loosely while taking in calm and relaxed breath. You grit your teeth as you try your best to softly turn your body to face him.

In his warm embrace you snake your hand to ghost over his godly face to brush away the golden locks away from his eyes. You stare at his innocent face, you're overwhelmed. It's been a while since the last time you has Ten by your side when you sleep. He was always busy and thousands of miles away from you in a different time zone. You touch his cheeks and wipe a tear running down from your eye.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

Just the sound of his relaxed breathing and the slight touch of his arms over your waist, you finally found the missing warmth and peace you've always craved for bedtime. Having Ten lying next to you tonight sparked a small fire in your chest. You feel safe and you're so emotional. You snuggle closer to him, Ten stirs in his sleep but did not wake up, instead he naturally finds your body and fixes his posture to a comfortable position. You face his chest, right where you can see the tattoo you nicely did on his left chest (where he worked so hard to get his mom's permission) you smile when you remember how happy he was when he sneaked out to meet you to deliver the happy news.

Your heart flutters, he did not need to wake up to fit you into his embrace. Your relationship fits like a puzzle where each pieces were so different that you won't make mistakes. You want to believe that Ten is the one destined for you and so are you to him!

It's obvious you're meant for me

Every piece of you just fits so perfectly on me

Your mind plays thousands of silly scenarios. Most of them were happy, but you cannot lie that the darkest corner in your brain still repeatedly tricks you with nightmares. It was not the first time you have dreams about his fans finding out your relationship, you cannot imagine their faces and you cannot imagine living with the constant fear that one of those fans might kill you out of obsession!

Your insecurities also snatch your confidence away whenever you see Ten standing on a stage with another "oh so perfect" girl idols or models or hell actresses! Not to mention the flirty look those back up dancers always toss to your man. Well, they might be throwing flirts on him because they did not know Ten is attached already; however, even when they know 90% will fight harder and the rest 10% will let go. You're living in fear, in terror that one day when you wake up Ten can no longer be beside you.

You break your own promise about always telling one another your fears and struggles. You hide them behind your cheerful smile, you blame yourself for over thinking, and you make sure Ten will never know that. You are learning every day to put the negative thoughts away and focus on the good ones. Ten needs your support, Ten loves you, and you believe that. You can sleep a bit after convincing your heart that the man hugging you here is an angel made for you!

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

Your eyes flung open when you feel the sudden drop of temperature. Your hand reaches to your side in panic and you peek to see that it's no longer occupied. You stretch yourself to wake up, Ten might be away already for his schedule. You take your phone to see any message he probably left, but there were none. You glance to the door, it was closed. There are no traces of Ten, not his shirt, not even his phone.

Once the room door was opened, your nose is filled with a fresh smell of bacon and eggs. Your smile returns when you see Ten only in his boxer and apron. You can hear your washing machine working and when you look at the door, you smile when you see a pile of your laundry and his outfits are there.

"Morning princess, I'm sorry I have to run the laundry for my clothes...since someone happened to spill a drink over me yesterday and I'm not going back to the dorm with a smelly outfit." Ten explains while flipping an egg over. He sets the fire to a lower heat and turns his body to see you.

You can only smile like a dumb love-struck girl (which is not wrong). You make your way to jump and hug him. Ten automatically receives you in his arms and you dip your head down to greet your lover with a sweet morning kiss. In between the sweet kiss, you can see Ten smiling like he enjoys these kinds of cheesy morning things.

"You better stop kissing me," Ten speaks up on our short breaks, he kisses you one more time, "Or I will burn the eggs."

You laugh and toss your head back, you take your queue to jump off him and Ten quickly saves his egg from burning. "Just right in time," He smirks when he plates the last egg on the dish.

"Please take your seat miss, breakfast by your hottest man is ready." He sits down across you with one plate of the same menu. From your request, Ten did not take off his apron. No you do not need a distraction this early!

Your mind records every single moment Ten giggles and laughs, his wake up state is already so lovely and you cannot imagine how perfect your mornings will be if the two of you finally tie the knot and live together. You can only keep that in your small heart, a really simple dream you wish you can achieve. Living with Ten for the rest of your life, why? Because you know he is the man made for you. But are you the woman made for him?

You finish your breakfast and as the washing machine finished its job in drying the clothes too, you hear his phone rings. Ten glances at the buzzing noise. You toss him a small smile before leaning in to kiss him and walking away to take the laundries. You pick up his shirt, Ten does his duty to wash the dishes and pan he used.

"Let me iron this quickly," You disappear to at least send him off to work in a nice attire.

Ten places the last dish on the drying rack and he starts to pack all of his stuffs, he brushes his hair and teeth, puts his cap back on and his eyes soften when he sees you coming back with a neat shirt.

He finally takes off his apron and with your help, put on his tidy sweet smelled shirt. Secretly Ten loves your laundry soap and that's one reason why he used your washing machine. He wants to smell like you!

"So, when can I see you again?" You ask as you fix his collar. You're facing him and only inches away from his nose.

Ten smiles and puts his hands over your waist, he leans in to stare deeper into your eyes, "Whenever you want miss! I'm only one call away," he winks.

Both of your face are slowly erasing the gap between you two and just as you close your eyes his phone abruptly kills the mood. You pull your face back and you can see Ten cussing at the caller.

"Damn Lucas! Such a mood breaker! I told him I am coming in 10 minutes," Ten presses the red button and pockets his phone. You burst out laughing, of course it must be Lucas!

"Well, guess you will want to go before Kun calls you! Thanks for yesterday and today and everything!" You hug him and bury your face on his chest. "I wish you can come often and do my dishes!" You taunt your tongue.

Ten ruffles your hair and kisses your forehead for the last time, "Okay, I need to go now. You also need to prepare yourself for work."

You nod and note the time, it's an hour to the store opening hours, you need to get ready.

"Bye love, take care! I love you." Ten walks to the exit after putting on his coat and shoes.

"Love you more!" You stand by his side facing by the exit door.

"Love you most," he winks and finally pulls his cap to cover his face and puts his mask on. He finally turns around and walks to the lift.

You return to your room, taking a bath and getting ready for another long week. You believe if you can get through this, your dream of living with Ten will be clearer and brighter.

Your day goes on and you cannot lie whenever you see him on social media, a website, a magazine, or a music show, even from the talks from your customers, you cannot throw the disturbing insecurities away from your mind.

Is our love hopeless?

Will the world accepts me as his significant other?

Will his family love me?

Will he even stay by my side, or will he found someone new who is better than me?

Those are the things you cannot spill to him that haunt you every time he is away.

You play with the promise ring Ten gave you on your two years anniversary. The dark minds foreshadowing your mind suddenly disappear just as you remember the same words Ten always recites, "You're the puzzle that fits into me, why would I let you go? Trust me and wait for me, I love you more than anything!"

With that, your smile erupts back into your face and the rainbow in your heart plus mind is back. You know you just have to trust Ten the same way he trusts you! Life will bring you two together if it is meant to be, and fate will also play a part.

Because Trust is everything you need for an everlasting love story right?

[spn-safeandsound]

12. Long Distance

Safe and Sound

Dean Winchester x Original Character

Episode: 1x17; Hell House

Word Count: 7,182

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence + gore, sisterly antics

Author’s Note: Enjoy! Let me know what you think! Make sure to reblog and like!

Masterlink in Pinned Post!

Julia anxiously watched the printer in Beth and Taylor's study, her lips quirking into a smile as the professional cursive was inked onto the expensive paper that Beth insist she get for her diploma. She had finally graduated from Stanford and, although she didn't get to attend graduation, she was very proud of herself. Her double major in Religion and Linguistics had been received simply because she was too meticulous and stubborn to let her education go waste.

But now that education was over and she couldn't lie and say she wasn't happy about it.  Sixteen years in school was a long time—even though she went two years less than other people she graduated with—and she was glad that part of her life was over. She just wished that her mom and Levi were still here to witness this. Still, she knew they were watching up in Heaven and that was the best she was going to get.

Once the printer spit out her diploma, she carefully set it on Beth's desk so the ink could dry without any smudges. She was just taking a seat in the desk chair where her open laptop was sitting so she could continue working on the case she found for Sam and Dean down in Texas when her cellphone rang.

She wasn't surprised that it was Dean; he had been calling her every couple of hours to check up on her. He wasn't happy that she didn't want to hit the road just yet after Levi's death but he understood and was supportive anyway. He just made sure she knew that he and Sam would check up on her and the rest of the Petersen family. That was sweet and everything and Julia appreciated how supportive the Winchester brothers were being but sometimes there was such a thing as too many calls. She couldn't believe that Dean accused her of talking too much.

Beth and Abby thought it was the cutest thing ever when she'd have to leave the room to talk to Sam and Dean—though it was mostly Dean as she and Sam communicated through a text thread—and not return for a half-hour. Beth and Abby weren't the ones who had to assure a very worried Dean every couple of minutes that they were safe and feeling a little bit better. Usually Julia was the mother-hen but, apparently, in her absence, Dean took up the title.

Julia sighed and flipped her phone open. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Dean."

"Yeah, I know," Julia rolled her eyes, glad that he couldn't see the obvious look on her face. "What's up?"

"Well, Sam just woke up with a spoon in his mouth," Dean chuckled, sounding satisfied with himself. "and I took a picture to send to you."

"Yeah, it's real funny, Dean," Sam grumbled.

Julia shook her head in amusement; Sam and Dean's prank wars were always a hit with Dean, even if Sam didn't enjoy them as much as his older brother.

"Where are you guys?"

"A few hours outside of Richardson," Dean answered her. "Give me the low down on this case you found."

"Okay," Julia pressed the space button on her laptop, waking it up, and clicked on the folder of information she collected. "About two months ago, a group of kids went poking around a local haunted house."

"Haunted by what?" Sam wondered.

"A misogynistic spirit, I guess. Like we need any more of those in the world," she hummed in disapproval; Sam chuckled in agreement. "Anyway, the legend goes that it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters."

"Okay, so what happened with this group of kids?" Dean said, getting her back on track.

"They saw a dead girl hanging in the cellar."

"Anybody ID the corpse?"

"The body was gone by the time the cops got there," Julia clicked on the police report in the file. "The police think that the kids were playing a joke on them."

"Maybe the cops were right," Sam suggested.

"They could be but I've read some of the first-hand accounts from the kids involved," Julia sighed. "They seemed pretty sincere about the whole thing."

Dean sounded skeptical when he spoke next. "And where did you read these accounts, Junior?"

Julia took a beat, glad that he couldn't see the flush rising in her face. "I might have surfed through some local paranormal websites."

"Mmhm," she could hear Dean's disapproval even though he hummed. "and what's it called?"

Julia sighed as she read the website from the file, "Hell hounds lair dot-com," she heard Sam laugh. "Hey, it could be legit!"

"Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the ass, Julia," Dean sighed.

"Hey, you wanted a case, I delivered," Julia defended herself. "If it's nothing, that's fine, but it doesn't hurt to check it out."

"Especially since we let Dad and Luke take off," Sam backed up Julia.

Julia frowned, still bitter about that. She wasn't mad at Dean and Sam by any means. No, she was angry with her dad. He didn't come when Julia was dying or when Levi actually died but he was fine following John Winchester to Chicago just to see the failed trap the girl who killed Levi set up for them.

It wasn't like his daughters were only a half-hour away, mourning the loss of their older brother or anything. It wasn't like his only son was killed.

"Fine," Dean gave in when he heard Julia's silence. He had been the one to tell her that they saw Luke with their dad and it was heartbreaking to see the expression on her face. He hoped he'd never let her down like Luke did. "We'll check it out. How have you been doing, shortcake?"

"I'm fine," Julia twisted her lips. "I got my diploma today."

"Wait, are you serious?" Sam exclaimed. "That's great, J! Congratulations!"

"I'm proud of you, Julia," Dean added sincerely.

"Thanks, guys," Julia's chest swelled with love. She was so glad that Sam and Dean Winchester were in her life.

"Send me a picture."

"I will," she agreed to Sam's request. "Well, I'll let you go—"

"Wait, wait," Dean stopped her from hanging up. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Dean..."

"I mean, you can talk to us."

Julia quirked an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't do chick-flick moments?"

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, well..." he changed the subject. "How many times have you watched Dirty Dancing since we left?"

Julia hesitated; Dirty Dancing was her go-to movie to watch whenever she was sad. It was her mother's favorite movie and Julia grew up watching it a lot. She absolutely adored Patrick Swayze, the dancing, the music, and the love story that made up the film. It made her happier.

"Jules?"

"I've watched it every night, okay?" she confessed. "Leave me alone, I'm delicate."

"All right, all right," Dean gave in; Julia could tell that he was worried about her and that was sweet but watching that movie was her coping mechanism and it hadn't let her down so far. "We'll talk later, shortcake. Stay safe."

"I will," she promised. "You guys be safe, too. Love you."

"Love ya, too, J," Sam called. "Bye."

"Bye."

Julia closed her phone and set it down on the desk beside her laptop. She pulled up her internet browser and started doing more research for the case, hoping that any information she pulled would help the brothers out.

-

Dean and Sam walked into the record shop, looking around for the guy that the witnesses said sent them to the house where they saw the dead girl. As they passed by the first table full of records, a worker came out from the back with his hands full of more merchandise to put away.

"Gentlemen, can I help you with anything?" he asked them.

"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked him politely.

"I am," the worker confirmed as he put a record in place.

"Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News," Dean told him. "I'm Dean and this is Sam."

"No way," Craig's face lit up. "I'm a writer, too. I write for my school's lit magazine."

"Ah, good for you, Morrison," Dean chuckled as he began to look through the crate of records in front of him. He completely missed the confused look that Craig gave him but Sam noticed and cleared his throat.

"Um, we're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one," Sam smiled at Craig, wishing that Julia was here to get the information out of him—she was much better with the guys than he was.

"You mean the Hell House?" Craig asked.

Dean nodded, looking up from the records. "That's the one."

"I didn't think there was anything to the story," Craig said avoidantly.

"Why don't you tell us the story."

"Well, supposedly, back in the thirties, this farmer named Mordechai Murdoch used to live in this house with his six daughters," Craig told them after a moment of hesitation. "It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, and he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So, I guess that's when he went off the deep end."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "How?"

"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick rather than starve to death, so he attacked them," Craig stated. "They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung them up, one after the other. And, when he was all finished, he just turned around and hung himself. Now, they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside."

Dean pressed his lips together; the story Craig was telling sounded just like that. A story. His words were something out of a dramatic novel, not a true story. And what parent would just kill their kids instead of trying to do whatever it took to make sure they lived?

"Where'd you hear all of this?" he asked Craig.

"My cousin, Dana, told me. I don't know where she heard it from. You gotta realize, I didn't believe this for a second."

"But now you do," Sam assumed.

"I don't know what the hell to think, man," Craig shrugged. "You guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again."

Dean shared a look with Sam and then nodded at Craig. "Thanks."

A half-hour later, Sam and Dean were walking through mud to get to the so-called Hell House. It was creepy looking, they had to admit, but not anything less creepy than the things they saw everyday during their job. It was just a little run-down house, not much else.

"I can't say I blame the kid," Sam sighed, his eyes searching the grounds around the house.

"Yeah," Dean agreed as they got closer to the house. "so much for curb appeal."

Sam took a look around the perimeter of the house while Dean pulled out the EMF meter. It whirled like it usually did when there was anything unusual around but the way it started up as soon as he pressed it on, made him think that something was off.

He tapped the device, frustrated, as Sam came back over to him.

"You got something?"

"Yeah, the EMF's no good," Dean looked around, the powerlines above the house catching his eye.

"Why?"

Dean nodded at the power lines. "I think that thing's still got a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings."

Sam sighed heavily. "Yeah, that'd do it."

"Come on, let's go."

They entered the house, finding that it was unlocked in its abandoned state. They started in the front room and then moved onto the living room where a fireplace lined with various candles was. The walls were covered in spray paint, a bunch of different symbols that didn't really even go together scattered randomly around the room.

Dean whistled sarcastically. "Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger in his time."

"And after his time, too," Sam muttered, eyeing a symbol of an encircled cross. "That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of Sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the sixties."

Dean gave Sam a long took, wrinkling his nose. "How do you know that?"

"I listen to Julia when she talks about this kind of stuff," Sam said pointedly, knowing that Dean checked out whenever something that required a little brain power was brought up.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shuddup," he walked across the room, looking at more of the symbols on the walls. He stopped in front of one that looked like an upside-down question mark with two little lines on either side. It looked kind of familiar. "Hey, what about this one? Have you seen this one before?"

Sam studied the symbol and took a picture of it with his phone. "No."

"I have...Somewhere," he couldn't place it, though.

Sam cautiously reached toward the symbol, rubbing it with his fingertips. "It's paint," he studied the slight stain that it left. "Seems pretty fresh, too."

Dean sighed and turned away from the symbol. "I don't know, Sam. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind but the cops may be right about this one."

"Yeah, maybe—"

A loud noise cut off Sam's agreement. The brothers instantly went on alert and followed the noise to a door that led to another room. They stood on either side of it; when Sam nodded, Dean whipped open the door and stepped into the room.

He was immediately attacked by bright beams of lights right in his eyes and two groans of horror. When the flashlights flitted away, he could see that there were two guys in front of them, around his age with camera gear.

The brunette groaned. "Oh, cut. It's just a couple of humans," he told his companion, who shut the camera off. "What are you guys doing here?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean countered.

"Uh, we belong here," the ginger guy with the camera drawled. "We're professionals."

"Professional what?"

"Paranormal investigators," the ginger reached into his pocket and pulled out a card to give to them. "Here you go, take a look at that, boys."

Dean took the card and read it. He groaned in realization, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler? Hellhoundslair.com," Sam read over his shoulder. "You guys run that website?"

Ed, who was the ginger with the camera, nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, we're huge fans," Dean said sarcastically as he passed Ed and Harry to check out more of the kitchen.

"And we know who you guys are, too," Ed said.

Dean and Sam turned to face him sharply. "Oh, yeah?"

"Amateurs," as soon as the words were out of Ed's mouth, Dean pursed his lips and turned away once again. "looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

"Yep," the other guy, Harry, agreed. "So, if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here."

"Yeah?" Dean noticed a gadget that they must have brought with them on the counter; he picked it up to inspect it. "What do you have so far?"

"Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF?" Ed prompted his friend.

Harry hesitated. "Well..."

"EMF?" Sam played dumb and Dean saw that he was trying not to smile.

"Electromagnetic field," Harry told him as though he was an expert. "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector," he pulled a EMF reader out of his canvas vest. "Like this bad boy right here."

He turned on the EMF, causing it to whirl angrily. "Woah, woah," he exchanged an excited look with Ed while Dean smirked at Sam. "It's two-point-eight MG."

"Two-point-eight," Ed repeated excitedly. "It's hot in here."

Dean whistled mockingly while Sam tried not to laugh. "Wow."

"Huh," Dean clicked his tongue. "So, have you guys ever really seen a ghost before?"

"Once," Ed looked back to where Dean was standing by the counters. "We were, uh, we were investigation this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table."

"By itself," Harry added needlessly.

"Well, we didn't actually see it, we heard it," Ed corrected himself but grew serious again. "And something like that...it, uh, it changes you."

"Yeah, I think I get the picture," Dean crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to Sam. "We should go, let them get back to work."

"Yeah, you should."

Dean nodded at his brother and then the door. "Sam."

Sam followed him out of the kitchen and they left the house, not wanting to deal with the kids who wanted to enter the big leagues.

-

Julia kneaded the sugar cookie dough on the counter in front of her, humming along to whatever Disney song that the radio that was playing throughout the kitchen. Lizzie was on her side of the island, cutting out cookies with a heart-shaped cookie cutter while Beth and Abby were on the other side, decorating some of the finished cookies with colorful icing.

Once that song was finished, a familiar one started, making her smile.

"Oh, I love this song!" Abby exclaimed while concentrating on the flower cookie she was creating. "Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns!"

"Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?" Beth joined in.

Julia sang next. "You're the saddest bunch I ever met but you can bet before we're through..."

"Mister, I'll make a man out of you!" Lizzie finished loudly, making Julia, Beth, and Abby laugh.

They continued singing along to the best song that Mulan produced while making cookies. When Lizzie was finished with the rest of the heart batch, Julia slid the tray into the oven. Once she set the timer, she gave Lizzie the last batch of dough, allowing her to cut out some dinosaurs.

"I'm done with the dinosaurs, Momma!" Lizzie announced once the dough was gone.

"Good job, cutie," Beth smiled. "Why don't you go wash your hands?"

"Okay!" Lizzie climbed off the stool she was standing on and ran out of the kitchen to the nearest bathroom.

"Use soap!" Beth called after her; once she was sure her daughter couldn't overhear her, she turned to Julia. "So..."

Julia pursed her lips, knowing what was coming. Since Dean and Sam left four days before, Beth had been waiting to talk to her about something. She had that look in her eyes where she wanted girl talk and it also occurred every time Dean called her. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

Julia sighed and started wiping the excess flour from the counter. "So what?"

Beth smiled coyly and Abby shook her head impatiently. "She wants to know about you and Dean."

"What about me and Dean?"

There was no her and Dean, no matter how much Julia wanted that. She had moments recently when she and Dean spoke—especially when Sam wasn't joining the conversations—where she thought Dean might have the same romantic feelings that she had but she wasn't sure. Dean cared about his family and he considered her and the rest of the Petersen family his family. It wasn't like he was pining after her the same way she was pining after him.

"Oh, stop deflecting, Julia Ruth," Beth scolded her. "There's something going on with you and Dean and I—" Abby cleared her throat and Beth corrected herself, "—we want to know."

Julia scoffed and threw her washcloth into the sink. "There is nothing going on. Trust me."

Beth and Abby exchanged skeptical looks. "But you want there to be, don't you?" Beth guessed; she gasped loudly when she saw Julia scratch her cheek. "Oh, my God, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"You scratched your cheek, you liar," Abby pointed out with a laugh. Julia scowled at her. "We're sisters, Jules. Sisters talk about this stuff."

"I've never talked to you about my boyfriends before," Julia protested.

"That's because by the time you had an actual boyfriend you were at Stanford," Beth reminded her. "and you did use to talk to me about boys. Remember that guy you liked when you were in high school?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Julia groaned; Abby and Beth gave her expectant looks. "Fine, I like Dean. Happy?"

"Extremely," Abby smirked. "He sucked you back in, huh? How old were you when your crush on him finally went away?"

Julia blushed. "Fourteen."

Abby snorted in amusement. "Yeah, now I remember."

Julia sent her a glare while Beth slapped her arm. "Abby, stop," she scolded her before turning back to Julia. "Ignore her, Jules. It were cute."

"A fourteen-year-old crushing on a guy who was twenty? Yeah right," Julia scoffed. "And that's the problem, isn't it? He's almost seven years older than me. He doesn't see me as anything but a little sister."

Abby calmed her laughter. "Jules, Dean doesn't look at you like a sister," she told her baby sister. "He looks at me and Beth as sisters. He looks at you like you're sex on legs."

It was Beth's turn to giggle as Julia's cheeks darkened further and she ducked her head.

"And Sam says that he always checks you out," Abby added.

Julia looked up sharply. "He did?" Abby nodded. "Since when do you talk to Sam?"

"Since he grew up to be a hottie with a body."

Julia rolled her eyes so heavily that it hurt. "No one actually says that, Ab."

"Since when were we talking about me?" Abby protested as Beth laughed again. "my point it that Dean wants to fuck you."

"Okay, the five-year-old is going to be back any second so let's not use that language," Beth smothered her laughter as they heard the faucet cut off in the bathroom. "But, seriously, Julia, he likes you."

"What we're going from sex to feelings now?" Julia asked incredulously. "Sex, I get. I'm hot and Dean loves sex but feelings? Are we talking about the same Dean Winchesters, here?"

"I wanna talk about Uncle Dean!" Lizzie chirped as she ran back into the kitchen. She climbed back onto her stool and looked eagerly at her mom and aunts. "Are you talking about the crush he has on Auntie Jules?"

Julia gaped at her while Abby pointed enthusiastically. "See? Lizzie sees it too."

"That's because Beth's poisoning her mind."

"No," Lizzie protested innocently. "I heard Uncle Sammy and Auntie Abby talking about it."

"Well, I'm so glad that my love life is so interesting to you guys," Julia huffed with warm cheeks. She glanced at the oven, wishing the timer for the cookies would go off so they could change the subject.

"Look," Beth sighed. "Dean calls you multiple times a day, every day just to see how you're doing. Do you think he does that to anyone else who isn't Sam?"

"He's checking up on me."

"Don't give us that sh—crap," Abby shook her head, correcting herself before she could cuss in front of Lizzie. "You're scared that you'll put yourself out there and get rejected."

"Because it's Dean!" Julia exclaimed, frustrated. "Dean, who doesn't do relationships. So what if I want to protect myself? That's good."

"It's good to protect yourself," Beth agreed and grabbed Julia's clenched fists. "but you and Dean...you should see each other. You look at him when he's not looking, he looks at you when you're not looking. You move even an inch and he's shifting toward you. The way I see it, is this isn't a passing fancy."

"You're together every day, you fight along side each other, you protect one another," Abby continued. "You trust each other and that's rare in our profession, Jules. Even I can see that you guys have something special."

Julia wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. It was nice hearing her sisters say these things but she couldn't tell Dean about her less than platonic feelings for him. He was too important to her and she didn't want to lose him, even if it meant she had to get over her feelings. Dean didn't do relationships and she had tried the one-night stand thing and it didn't go well for her. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

As if the universe was disagreeing with her, her phone rang from the counter by the fridge. Lizzie eagerly climbed off her stool again and raced toward the phone, flipping it open.

"Hi, this is Lizzie!" she chirped before gasping excitedly. "Uncle Dean, we were just talking about you!"

"Lizzie!" Julia lunged toward her niece, ignoring her flour-covered hands to grab the phone from her. She pressed it against her ear. "Uh, hey, Dean."

"Hi there, shortcake," Dean's voice was coy. "Heard that you girls were talking about me. Are there gonna be pillow fights next because, if you want, you could—"

"Okay," Julia hurried interrupted him, waving frantically at her sisters as they laughed at the mortified expression on her face. "We were, um, we're making cookies actually, so...yeah."

"And I just so happen to come up in the conversation?" she could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Uh, yeah, because," she walked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom next door, shutting the door firmly behind her. "I was telling Lizzie that you liked pie instead of cookies."

Dean perked up. "You guys are making pie?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Julia agreed even though they hadn't really planned on it. "So, what's going on down there?"

"Eh, we got some more information," Dean sighed, becoming serious again. "Some kid told us that a guy named Mordechai Murdoch killed his six daughters during the Depression but what Sam found didn't quite match up."

Julia frowned. "Well, what did he find?"

"That the guy's name was actually Martin and he had two sons instead of six daughters," Dean informed her. "There's nothing to say he ever killed anyone."

"Huh," Julia wrinkled her nose. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, I talked to the police and there's no missing persons, either," Dean paused for a second. "Jules, we dug like you wanted but we don't think there's anything here."

"Well, that's good, then," Julia said. "No spirit, no dead people, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, on your way back, you can stop in Houston," she suggested. "I, um, I got that NASA tour for Levi, remember?"

"Jules, we can't—"

"Yeah, you can," Julia insisted. "I don't want it to go to waste and you love that kind of stuff, Dean. You and Sam deserve some fun once in a while, you know?"

Dean was quiet for a few seconds. "All right. We'll check it out."

"Good," she smiled. "I'll email Sam the information about the tour and hotel."

"Thanks, shortcake," Dean's voice cheered up a little. "I'll call you later when we head out, okay?"

"Okay, talk later. Bye, Dean."

"Bye."

Julia snapped the phone shut and sighed, pressing it to her chest. She was glad that she got to the phone before Lizzie could spill on what they were really talking about. Dean was already insufferable when he knew they were talking about him but if he knew that they were talking about feelings and sex and all that, his ego wouldn't be able to fit in the Hancock building.

She slipped her flour-covered phone into her apron pocket and quickly washed her hands before heading back to the kitchen.

-

Before Sam and Dean could even leave town, they got a call from the detective Dean spoke with the day before. The sun was still setting when he called, telling them to get to the Hell House as soon as possible. When they arrived on scene, a body bag was being carted to the coroner's van. The detective informed them that a girl had hung herself in the house, which sounded just like the Mordechai story went.

They went back to the Hell House around midnight and dodged the cops when those nerds, Ed and Harry showed up. Mordechai ended up attacking with an ax and was immune to rock salt, which led them to more research.

Dean sat on his bed, drawing that familiar symbol on the notepad that the motel provided. "What the hell is this symbol? It's bugging the hell out of me," he looked up at Sam, who was researching at the table. "This whole fucking job is bugging me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks."

"It does," Sam said distractedly, focusing on his laptop.

"All right, well, that explains why he went after you but why me?"

"Hilarious," Sam looked away from the screen to scowl at him. "The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?"

"Yeah."

"What's up with that?" Sam shook his head. "And the ax, too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over again?"

Dean nodded. "This dick keeps changing."

"Exactly. I'm telling you, the way the story goes..." Sam typed in Ed and Harry's website and pressed enter, waiting as it loaded. His eyes widened when he saw a new article about the Hell House. "Wait a minute."

Dean looked up from his notepad. "What?"

"Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site," Sam informed him. "Listen to this: They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an ax before slitting his own wrists. Now, he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."

Dean sat up as he stared at the symbol he had drawn, finally recognizing it.

"Where the hell is this going?"

"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started," Dean rolled off his bed. "Come on, we gotta go to the record store."

They entered the record store not long after, spotting Craig at the cash register.

"Hey, Craig," Dean called to him over the loud rock music playing through the store. "Remember us?"

Craig sighed. "Guys, look, I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions, okay?"

"Oh, don't worry," Dean waved him off as he stopped in front of the record crate marked with the second letter of the alphabet. "We're just here to buy an album, that's all."

He quickly flicked through the records in the crate and pressed his lips together when he found the one he was looking for. On the back of a Blue Oyster Cult record, he saw the symbol he had recognized at the Hell House.

He grabbed it and slowly walked over to Craig with Sam on his heels.

"You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized that it doesn't mean anything," Dean told Sam conversationally, his voice hardening toward the end. "It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult. Tell me, Craig, you into BOC or just scaring the hell out of people?"

When Craig turned around to face him and Sam, he handed the Blue Oyster Cult album to him. He took it and flipped it over, eyes flitting over the cover art, which included the symbol that was spray painted at the Hell House.

"Why don't you tell us about that house," Dean suggested. "Without lying through your ass this time."

Craig looked up at Dean for a moment. "All right," he sighed heavily. "My cousin Dana was on a break from TCU. I guess we were just bored and looking for something to do. So, I showered her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted so we painted symbols on the walls, some from albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks."

"Then, we found out this guy, Murdoch, used to live there so we made up some story to go along with that," he continued. "They told people, who told other people, and then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took a life of its own."

Dean blinked at him; something about what he said was familiar.

"I mean, I thought it was funny at first, but..." Craig shook his head sadly. "That girl's dead. It was just a joke, you know? I mean, none of it was real. We just made the whole thing up, I swear!"

Sam nodded. "All right."

As they turned away from Craig to leave the record store, Dean muttered to Sam, "If none of it was real, how the fuck do you explain Mordechai?"

-

Dean was trying so hard not to smirk as he watched Sam wiggle around in his seat, trying not to scratch at his crotch. While his brother was in the shower, he had sprinkled itching powder into Sam's underwear and now he was able to watch the whole thing unfold right in front of him.

If only shortcake was here, too, he sighed mentally.

Sam was in the middle of talking to Julia on the phone, telling her his thoughts about Mordechai being a tulpa when Dean interrupted him, "Dude, what's your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Sam said avoidantly.

"What's going on?" Julia's voice came from the speaker.

"Nothing," Sam assured her. "So, these tulpas...There was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks visualized a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard that they brought the thing to life out of thin air."

"Okay, well, there are thousands of people on the internet," Julia said thoughtfully.

"Exactly," Sam nodded, wincing as he picked at his itchy jeans. "I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai and then it spreads and goes online where countless people believe in the bastard."

"Wait a second," Dean spoke up. "People believe in Santa Claus so how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"

"Cause you're a bad person," Sam opened his laptop, still squirming, and pulled up a photo of the sigil that brought tulpas to life. He showed it to Dean. "And because of this. That's a Tibetan spirit sigil on the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was."

On the phone, they could hear a thump of a book and then pages being flipped. "Okay, this book says that the sigil has been used to centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So, people who are on the Hell Hounds website, staring at the symbol and thinking about Mordechai...would that be enough to bring a tulpa to life?"

"It would explain why he keeps changing," Dean answered her.

"Right," Sam adjusted his jeans and added, "as the legend changes, people think different things so the legend itself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work."

"Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit," Dean stated, choking back his laughter as Sam started wiggling more than he had. "So, why don't we get this spirit sigil thing-y off the wall and off the website?"

"I don't think it's that simple," Julia sighed as they heard more pages being turned. "Once a tulpa is created, they take on a life of their own."

"Great," Dean grumped. "So, if he really is a thought form how the fuck are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"Well, that's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us," Sam showed him the video Ed and Harry put up on their website. "Since they posted the footage, their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."

"Huh," Dean clicked his tongue thoughtfully. "I've got an idea but we have to find a copy store."

"What are you thinking?" Julia wondered.

"We're gonna give these boys a story and change the legend," Dean told her as Sam forcefully stood up and did a weird walk to relieve himself. "Dude, what the hell?"

"I think I'm allergic to our soap or something."

Dean snickered as Julia spoke up, "What? We use hypoallergenic soap, Sam."

Dean's laughter increased as Sam did a weird lunge in the middle of the motel room. Sam immediately stood up to his full height and glowered at his older brother.

"You did this?!"

Dean couldn't talk, he was laughing so hard.

"You're a fucking jackass!"

Dean continued to laugh, standing up from his chair to dodge the attack coming his way.

As Sam chased Dean around the room, they didn't notice as Julia sighed, "All right, I'm gonna hang up now."

-

After Dean and Sam told Ed and Harry about this new legend that they found—in which Mordechai would be killed with a pistol and wrought-iron bullets—and a little prank Sam pulled on Dean—where he superglued his beer bottle to the palm of his hand—they headed back to the Hell House to kill the tulpa once and for wall.

They entered the house with their firearms drawn and slowly walked their way around, looking for any sign of Mordechai.

Dean winced as he tightened his hand around his gun. "I barely have any skin left on my palm."

Sam snickered. "I'm not touching that line with a ten-foot pole."

Dean pressed his lips together, irritated, and flashed his light straight into Sam's eyes until he flinched. Once he was satisfied that he got some sort of revenge on his little brother, he continued on through the living room and into the kitchen. "So, do you think old Mordechai's home?"

"I don't know," Sam pointed his gun at the door that led to the basement.

"Me either."

Sam and Dean whipped around at the new voice, pointing their pistols in Ed and Harry's faces.

"Woah, woah!" Ed shouted while Harry lifted his hands in the air to show he meant no harm.

Sam raised his gun away from them. "What are you trying to do, get yourselves killed?"

"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?"

Before either of the irritated brothers could say another word, a crash came from the basement door. They instantly went back on alert, aiming their guns back at the door.

"Oh, shit," Ed muttered from behind them, focusing his camera on the action. "Hey, guys, do you wanna—you wanna open that door for us?"

"Why don't you?" Dean dared him.

None of them even stepped closer to the basement door as Mordechai burst through, growling at them while waving his ax in the air. Dean and Sam immediately took their shots but Mordechai didn't falter. It was only after full rounds that he disappeared but not in the way they wanted him too.

Sam and Dean immediately left the kitchen to check the other rooms on the first floor.

"Wait a minute?" Ed said breathlessly. "He's gone? He's gone."

"Did you get him?" Harry asked him urgently.

"Yeah, they got him."

"No," Harry shook his head. "On camera. Did you get him on camera?"

Ed faltered. "Well, I..."

Harry grabbed the camera from him. "Let me see it, let me see it."

He flipped open the little screen but was pushed to the floor as Mordechai appeared, smashing the camera with his ax. Dean ran back into the room after hearing some loud noises and glared at them.

"Hey, didn't you guys post that bullshit story we gave you?" he barked at them.

"Of course we did," Harry answered, getting to his feet as Sam came back into the room. "But then our server crashed."

Ed nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

"So, it didn't take?" Ed and Harry shook their heads at Dean's question. "These guns don't work?"

"No."

"No."

"Great," Dean sighed and turned to his brother. "Sam, any ideas?"

Sam shrugged; no ideas. None whatsoever.

"We're getting out of here," Harry spoke up.

"Yeah," Ed agreed quickly. "Great idea."

They left the kitchen, only to run into Mordechai again. They screamed and ran for the front door but it was locked and they were unable to get out. They turned to see Mordechai and followed them to the front door and was slowly advancing toward them, raising his ax.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."

"The power of Christ compels you!" Ed shouted at the tulpa. "The power of Christ compels. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU."

Any other time, what Ed was saying would make Dean laugh so hard. But, alas, now was not the time for amusement. Sam ran up to the front door and shouted at Mordechai, getting his attention.

"Hey! Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch!"

While Sam and Mordechai fought and Ed and Harry ran out of harm's way, Dean found some lighter fluid in the kitchen. He quickly sprayed it all over the floor and onto the cupboards before heading into the living room to spray it there, too.

"DEAN!"

Hearing Sam's shout of help, Dean quickly grabbed a bottle of spray paint and pulled his lighter out of his pocket before running toward his brother and Mordechai.

"Hey!" he shouted at the tulpa before lighting his lighter and spraying the paint at the same time, creating a homemade blow torch.

Mordechai let Sam go and disappeared; Dean grabbed Sam and helped him run back into the living room.

"Mordechai can't leave the house and we can't kill him? We improvise."

He showed Sam his lighter and clicked it out before throwing it onto the floor. The old wooden beams lit up immediately and Sam and Dean took off, knocking down the front door and jumping off the porch.

As they ran into the trees, Sam turned to Dean incredulously. "That's your solution?" he pointed at the flaming house. "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?"

"Well, nobody will go in anymore," Dean shrugged. "I mean, look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works."

"Well, what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?"

"Well, then, we'll just have to come back."

Sam sighed at Dean's nonchalant answer and turned back to the house. "Kind of makes you wonder," he said. "Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them."

Dean didn't answer but he thought about what Sam said as he continued to watch the house burn. It did kind of make him wonder but he couldn't really consider that. No matter if a supernatural was real just because someone believed in them, they were still killing them and saving people.

It was the family business, after all.

(Gif is not mine)

[thebookomens]

Reaction to Ghost of The Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare

At first, I wasn’t too excited to read Ghosts of the Shadow Market, which is why it took me so long to read it. I just couldn’t bring myself to read it. But I was surprised, although not all the stories marked my attention the majority of them did. No going to lie Cecil Montclaire I was not excited to read about, but I stan now.

Cast Long Shadow:

●      I had liked Matthew from the first time we meet him in Nothing but Shadows and I had heard the rumour that he was Gideon’s bastard, which in my mind the only way that happened is if both Henry and Charlotte knew they wouldn’t be able to have more children and were willing to try other ways. I did not, however, envision that he would go that far to have answers.

●      I loooooooooove Jem.

o   I was so happy to see him being protective of his friends’ children.

●      Matthew, unlike our other heroes, is extremely naïve when it comes to the hate downworlders have towards Nephilim or at least that is the impression I got. Especially for the time, he lives in, which is still only about a decade after the Accords are put in place. It kills me though to have seen his innocence killed the way it was, trusting the wrong faerie.

o   Also, that old fairy can take her potion and drink it. I did not, however, realize how important she was. Which is what I love in the end about this book, how the plot in every story is linked.

Every Exquisite Thing:

●      This was definitely the hardest one for me to read, maybe because the character of Anna that we were being given was so different from what we knew about her. She had none of the confidence and swagger we had heard or seen before.

●      However, I loved Cecily and Gabriel in this one, maybe more than I ever had. Mostly because we get to see them as adults and how supportive they are of their children: Christopher likes to blow stuff up? let’s help him, as long as it’s not our house he blows up; our daughter is a lesbian who wants to look good in pants Gabriel and Cecily argue over what colour of pants would look better on her.

o   Although I liked Ariadne, and can understand her point of view, I am happy that Anna refuses to hide who she is and simply marry a man that will try and understand her.

●      I can’t help but wonder however what happened to these Lightwoods, rebellious and accepting to turn them into Robert Lightwood and his parents.

●      Now about the bigger plot, it did intrigue me that we at this point know more than Jem about what he is looking for, but still know very little in actuality. We don’t know much about Kit’s mother or his ancestor.

●      Overall, this one had very little to do with the First Heir storyline and we instead find Jem chasing Tessa’s mysterious father, which probably means said demonic father will be important to the Last Hour storyline. But this is just a guess.

Learn about Loss:

●      I think the title has a bit to do with the fact we find out about the lost Herondale and the first Heir that were, at that time using, the last name Loss.

o   Might also have to do with Jem coming to terms with Will’s imminent death.

●      Looooooved Sister Emilia and I hope we see her again, maybe her meeting Jem with Tessa and little Mia and Kit. But I just want to see how badass she became.

●      I hate that Will is close to death and Jem can’t be with him like he wants, although I knew he would eventually die, I am firmly staying in denial.

●      That last scene of them together was beautiful though.

●      Overall, this is when we are really introduced to The First Heir plot before Jem was chasing for Tessa’s father, but now he starts looking for the lost Herondales. This one and Deeper love is kind of an ending the the ID and LH Crew.

A Deeper Love

●      Jem and Tessa!!!!!! Together!!!!!

o   But also mourning Will which makes me sad.

●      This story is maybe a couple of years after Will’s death, Tessa is trying to move on, but can’t stay in London and watch the rest of her family die, so she enlists.

●      Tessa and Catarina getting to have a friendship and help people at the same time is awesome.

●      Jem is reckless and gets hurt, but then we get to see him and Tessa, so it is worth it.

●      Jem knowing, he can’t be with Tessa right now is heartbreaking, but true.

●      Jem and Tessa find out the story about the Lost Herondales from Catarina.

●      Overall, I am going, to be honest, this one I did not really like, maybe because it is just after Will’s death, I don’t really know why. But it is kind of a transition from Will and Tessa as a couple to Jem and Tessa.

The Wicked Ones:

●      First Off, this is the first one where we read about Jem not understanding feelings or remembering them and it gutted me.

●      Meeting Céline was beautiful. I had never had a good opinion of her before and finally getting inside her head was worth it. I apologize for never giving her a second thought before, she is such a strong and sad person who deserved the world, who deserved finding someone who would have loved her, and I saw some of Jace in her. Their absolute love and bad sense of morals, their weakness for a place to belong and their empathy towards downwolders.

o   Good riddance with her parents.

●      The way Valentine manipulated her and used her is sickening. Far more than with any of the others.

●      Stephen Herondale how are you a descendant of Will and James??????!!??!?!?!?!?

●      Meeting Rosemary was… enlightening. She loved fiercely, her distrust of shadowhunters is understandable.

o   She is definitely not someone I would want to cross.      

●      Overall, I loved this one, more than the ones before. Meeting Céline and Rosemary, two women willing to do evil for their love is a beautiful parallel. Two strong women who were almost saved, but eventually chose love over anything. It is even more heartbreaking by Jem trying to remember the feeling because he had it once.

Son of the Dawn:

●      This is really the story where we only see Brother Zachariah at the beginning, until the institute where we finally see Jem surface. We really get to see how being a silent brother is killing Jem.

●      Raphael and Lily are awesome and deserved better.

o   I didn’t realize how much I miss Raphael and him refusing to admit to having friendships.

o   I wish I had Lily Chen’s ability to come up with nicknames, which is a superpower.

●      Yin fen…. How is that shit still around??? Why hasn’t someone destroyed it???? You have to have no morals to sell that shit.

●      Baby Lightwoods!!!!!!!!!

o   The fact 12-year-old Alec had a crush on Raphael is awesome.

o   Baby Max is adorable and so beautiful

o   Little Isabelle is as fierce as her older self.

o   Tiny Jace deciding on his parabatai the moment he saw him makes me happy.

●      I love the fact that Jace was able to remind Jem of Will and Tessa, bring him back from the emotionless state of the Silent Brothers.

●      Suddenly my dislike of Robert and Maryse returned. The way they spoke to Raphael is disgusting.

●      Overall the story is not that important to the plot of the First Heir and Kit, but it does give us an insight into Jem having to fight to remain human and remember why he became a Silent Brother, to in the end be saved. We also get to see the old crew (minus Simon, Clary, and Magnus) as they were still innocent children.

The Land I Lost:

●      I loved this story, mostly because we get the Lightwood-Banes, and Alec being the badass he is.

●      Lily Chen is a hilarious and beautiful person and I sooooo wish we had seen more of her during the Mortal Instruments and can’t wait to see more of her in Wicked Power and The Eldest Curse.

o   Alec and Lily’s friendship is wholesome and deserves more pages honestly.

o   Alec understanding, he has privileges and using it was awesome.

o   The fact that Lily totally knew Alec once has a crush on Raphael.

o   I think that almost every downwolder has one Nephilim that makes them see Shadowhunters in a different light. For Magnus there was Will, Tessa had the London Institute, Kieran had Cristina, Gwyn had Diana, and Lily has Alec (and kind of Cordelia Carstairs).

●      Feral Rafael!!!!!!!

●      The fact Alec did not realize he had adopted Rafael warms my heart

●      Max being soooooo happy to have a sibling filled my heart.

●      Magnus having his moment with Rafael where he just knew, the same way Alec did with Max.

o   I do like the parallel with both.

●      We finally learn about the old Faerie that gave Matthew the potion that hurts his mother and let me tell you: she can cram her Herondale-anger down her throat and choke on it.

●      Jem and Tessa!!!!!! Finally, happy!!!!!!

●      Juliette is a queen and not just of the Shadow Market.

●      I really love how the storylines and the books are converging more and more. With Juliette and her daughter from the Eldest Curse, Mother Hawthorn and Kit’s storyline.

●      Overall, I loved this story not only because we had Alec and Jem with Tessa, but mostly because we get to really see Alec as the man that would move heaven and hell to make the world a better place for his family.

Through Blood, Through Fire:

●      This one was not that interesting other than for the details we got about Rosemary since it centers on a story that we already know the ending too. We simply get the final details of Kit’s background.

●      As a character I loved Rosemary, someone who would do anything to be free and at the same time would lock herself up for her son. If only Johnny/Jack could have loved his son as much.

●      Getting Rosemary’s backstory does let us understand her distrust of shadowhunters and how much she loved Johnny/Jack.

●      Overall, we finally get the last bits of detail of the First Heir storyline.

The Lost World:

●      Baby Mia.

o   I really just want to talk about baby Mia, but other than her almost getting possessed, she is not really the focus of this novel.

●      Livy, I fear will become a problem in the future, I feel like she might lose control at some important moment, but that just might be me being negative.

●      I really want to know what the Dimmet Tarn is and what it can do.

o   I can’t help but think it’s some kind of passage to the afterlife and that’s why Livy is going towards it.

●      I already love Irene and can’t wait to see more of her in the future. The fact that she can feel ghosts and other creatures will be useful.

●      Poor Ty, I feel like he is trying really hard to punish himself and he can’t understand the emotions he is feeling, so he is just assuming he did something wrong.

●      Idris News: I honestly thought that locking themselves up in Idris was the stupidest thing the Cohort had ever done. They can’t hunt demons; they can’t get imports of food and they are totally cut off from the world. How exactly are they going to survive??? The fact they actually have a plan and want to wreak havoc makes sense, but I feel like they are still outnumbered and outgunned.  

●      Good to see Magnus being the most adult adult.

●      Overall, I liked this one, didn’t love it, but it was nice to see the characters. I feel like some points here will be important in Wicked Powers, like the Idris’ News and Dimmet Tarn. Also, Mia.

Forever Fallen:

●      Probably the one I was the most excited about reading other than the Land I Lost.

●      I love the idea of Thule and the characters having to be brought into the canon universe to fight Janus.

o   I can’t wait to see Thule Simon. I mean this is a Simon who has pretty much lost everything and is trying to kill someone who could have once been his friend.

●      The fact we got to see a day in the park for the Lightwood-Banes was probably my favourite part.

●      I got scared when Max was talking to Janus.

●      I feel like Lily Chen and her deal with Janus is going to end horribly, I want to think she is smarter than that, she was taught by Raphael after all, but love makes idiots of us all. So, there might be a plan there, but I am not sure.

●      The way Janus thinks reminded me of when the group was shown their deepest desires but twisted when they went to Eden. He lost everything and more than anything wants to protect those he considers family but isn't capable of understanding emotions anymore or morals.

●      The Carstairs-Gray household is wholesome and loving and I adore them.

o   The fact Kit finally has parents that love and support him.

o   I love how much Jem and Tessa consider Kit their son.

o   Mia and Kit!!!!!!!!!!!!

●      However, I do feel like the ending was ominous towards the fact the Kit will eventually have to become or do something because of being the descendant of the first heir. They said he wasn’t an heir technically, but he did throw the Riders across a field in QOAAD, therefore I think he has more power then they imagine but it's locked inside of him.

●      Overall, I loved it, it leaves us wanting more of the MI and AD crew, for which we will have to wait and foreshadow that the First Heir storyline will be important to Wicked Powers. I love the way it ties the plot of the entire book, which was finding and protecting the First Heir into Jem and Tessa finally getting their happy ending with their two beautiful children.

Overall:

I love pretty much anything Cassandra Clare writes especially in the Shadowhunter world. I would recommend this book, mostly because it ties into the storyline we will be reading in Wicked Powers and gives us an insight into Matthew and Anna, as well as the fact that Tessa’s demonic father will be important.

It is a nice between while we read The Last Hour series and wait for the Wicked Powers.

In cases like this series you pretty much have to read all the books, because sometimes there are small details that are important to the whole storyline in every book and novel, however, individually I would recommend:

●      The Wicked Ones:

●      The Land I Lost

●      Forever Fallen.

For the Last Hour Storyline:

●      Cast Long Shadows

●      Every Exquisite Thing

For the First Heir Storyline (The reason I separate this one from Wicked Powers is that it doesn’t foreshadow anything about the storyline it just explains the First Heir, but the First Heir will probably be important to the Wicked Powers Storyline):

●      Learn about Loss

●      A Deeper Love

●      Wicked One

●      The Land I lost

●      Through Blood, Through Fire

The Wicked Powers Storyline:

●      The Lost World

●      Forever Fallen

[jejciu]

ok so i read the midground tag and.... i want more:( i adore your ocs!! especially nico. could we get some facts about him? 👀

oh im so happy to hear u like it!!!!!!!!! and sure, im always very happy to talk about my ocs!!!!

nico was born in philadelphia on 24th of april - which makes him taurus sun! and i honestly dont think ive mentioned this before, but his full name is actually nicolaus jeremiah perry. ever since he moved to brackenridge - around the age of 7, hes been friends with clay and jenny.

he was born & raised atheist, hence his interest in religion and spirituality. during the 4 parts of midground, he turns into an agnostic of sorts - he believes that some sort of god-like figure really exists, but doesnt side with any religion in particular (even the two angels that get sent to earth dont give any specific information regarding deities in heaven, so its not like hes in the wrong by not believing in like, christian understanding of god or whatever)

he was also the first one to encounter a supernatural activity!!! in part 1 chapter 4 called nico the god-fearing, where he finds a ghost in a local church. as a thank u gift, the priest gives him an old religious anti-occult book, which features the prayer to st george. at first, hes the only one that could summon st georges sword, too, bc it requires pure intentions and decisiveness.

in general, hes the sweetest, kindest kid, and definitely the mom friend of the group. hes not very confident in himself, and doesnt know what he wants to do in the future (tho as ive been writing this short story that happens when theyre all 24yo, he lives in pittsburgh, as well as mercy and clay, and is a writer for some independent news site, so hes gonna turn out fine).

hes also gay! and biracial. and around 181cm tall. and pretty rich, definitely the richest out of all 6 main characters. his favourite colors are soft blues and greens, and he loves to cook - his mom is vegetarian so he is used to trying out new dishes every so often, instead of just boring ass meat meals. when he was a little kid, his parents would constantly make him to take stuff like tennis or piano lessons. he doesnt play any instruments anymore tho, and he prefers team sports, too. he has a very romantic soul, and believes in stuff like love from the first sight or star-crossed lovers. hes very supportive towards all his friends, too, and they repay him with trust - mercy came out to him first, and so did jen, and he always knew clay was gay, too. to be honest, during the course of all 4 parts, id have to say that his personality changes the least out of all main characters - he was always as sweet and caring and trustworthy - but i think his relationship with religion was always really fun to write. the way hes a bit sceptical, and also curious of so many things and has that pure heart that lets him really enjoy that road of discovery, and the way hes quite a bit scared of the unknown, and yet loves his friends too much to abandon them - i dont know!!! hes just a really good friend, and a kind soul.

thanks for asking!!!!!!!! hope ur having a wonderful day!!!!!!!

[awfully-sadistic]

The Hellowoon Diaries ft. Armand || #2

Oct 23rd

Today was a difficult mission, I think.

Our client was a bad person. Dot says he enlisted our help to pull us into his sick game. And he wanted to get caught.

It started when he came into the office asking for help with his house; the time was perhaps mid-afternoon. I remember because we haven’t had lunch yet and Dot was passing around pamphlets with fast-food restaurants on them so we can decide what we wanted. I remember he came in as I was looking up what a crab rangoon was--I still don’t know what that is, by the way. 

Crab Rangoons consist of a crab and cheese seasoned mixture often fried or baked in wontons.

Ah! Thanks, D.A.D. Sometimes I forget that you are listening. What are wontons?

A Chinese dumpling.

I suppose that’s my mystery solved.

Where was I? Oh yes. He was the only person to come into the Sanctum that day. He was easy but not easy to remember if that makes sense. I didn’t notice anything weird about him but Dot says that sometimes monsters look like you and me, that they’re not always Bigfoot out in the woods. Not always obvious.

He believed that his house was haunted. He wasn’t wrong in hindsight, I suppose. There were so many souls trapped in that labyrinth. 

If it’s not clear by now, we somehow picked up a serial killing client. We still have no idea why he felt it was our duty to stop him or what kind of reasoning convinced him to hire us, but Dot and Dodger took up the case and we were driving an hour out of Ashbourne in order to judge whether our client’s home was haunted and what to do in case it was. It was supposed to be a simple case, that’s what Dot said. It seemed simple and the guy didn’t give off the uh... what did Dot call them?

“Heebie Jeebie vibes�� I think. She said she wasn’t picking up any red flags and Dodger stated he lied to us with ease. He seemed genuinely worried and managed to actually feel that way so she would pick up the emotion and it could help sway her decision on helping him. What Dodger said made sense but the implication was... scary.

It meant he knew what Dot was and not many people outside of the Agency or the office knew Dot was an empath; one of the only ones in this world and quite a powerful one at that.

Dot said she immediately hated it. She said it made her uncomfortable that there was someone out there who knew about her and was able to “trick” her as well as he did; she said she knew it meant something but she didn’t know what just yet. I don’t blame her. I would have been upset as well.

I’m inclined to agree with her, too. There’s never good intentions behind tricking someone especially if you’re trying to lure them someplace. Since Dot is our boss (she denies saying she and Dodger are partners but Dodger says that if it weren’t for her, he would still be at the Agency), she sways all our decisions in regards to where we end up taking jobs and how to do the things we’re supposed to do. If Dot could be swayed to do something, then we follow. Dodger said it would put all of us at risk so they knew who to appeal to and how to do it.

It didn’t give Dodger or me a good feeling at all. Despite being a ghost, I know I won’t be harmed by a lot of things. It’s the occult items I would have to worry about but Dot and Dodger are not ghosts. And Dot is more susceptible to harm than either Dodger or myself. We also worry about Dot because she could be debilitated by a person’s emotions if they react too strongly.

I could see it in Dodger’s face. Especially around the eyes, he squints when he’s thinking really hard or when his brow does that thing that dips in the middle. His jaw was clenched pretty tightly, too, that I thought he was going to break his teeth. He wasn’t happy. None of us were but I think Dodger took it the hardest. I would ask Dot why but I don’t think she knows, either. Perhaps it is because Dodger is really responsible and feels like he has to take care of us? I know he watches over Dot even if she may not realize it most of the time. He’s always behind her, making scary faces whenever she talks to someone we don’t know. I think it’s funny, it’s like a show. Dodger is a strange person but he’s really good at protecting.

When we got to the house, the first thing Dot said was that it was big and ugly. She was right. It was big and really ugly. The house was dark wood it almost looked like a gray charcoal. Or perhaps it was because it looked like it survived a fire? The grass was really tall, there was weeds everywhere, and it looked like some of the wood was splintering and broken in places like the stairs that lead up to the house and the hand railings you should be able to hang onto for support. It didn’t look like it was supporting anything anymore. 

Some of the second story windows were broken, too. 

...I didn’t say anything to Dodger or Dot at the time, but when we pulled up, I know there was someone staring at us from one of the second story windows. I recall seeing a woman. But that was all I could see. By the time we parked and I looked back to the window, she was gone. The curtain was in place like it had never been moved. I know I didn’t imagine it. I knew I was staring at someone like me. Mainly because the client said he lived alone.

I have a lot of questions about the afterlife but the solace in that is I am not the only one. 

It seems ironic that I’m a ghost and I don’t know what the afterlife brings or even if I could recognize if I’m staring at another ghost or not. Dottie and Dodger tell me that people experience different things when they die. Ghosts are those who remain behind for a number of reasons; cases vary. We don’t know what happens to those who don’t come back as ghosts.

Is there a heaven?

Is there a hell?

And if there’s neither, where do we go? Are we reborn?

These are some of the questions that not only I ask, but my friends, too. Dot tells me try not to think too hard on these questions because it’s going to drive me crazy. People have been trying to figure this out since the beginning of time.

So I don’t try to dwell on it. But sometimes, the questions pop up. I can’t help it.

The instant we walked into the house, we knew that something was off. It was in the air. We didn’t need to be a psychic to feel the oppressiveness weighing down on us as soon as we crossed the threshold and stood in the foyer. It was uncomfortable and along with it came the nagging feeling at the back of your mind that something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t normal. 

Dot burst into tears soon after. She had to step outside and explain that it felt like she was suffocating; there was so many conflicting emotions, she felt confusion, anger, sadness, scared, hurt. We know now that it was the client’s many victims buried around the house grounds that filled the air with those emotions. 

Dot said that it was her fault that she walked in half-cocked with her shield. She had to explain that she usually does; a normal person’s emotions don’t really reach her unless she reaches out to experience what they do deliberately. It wouldn’t be smart not to have a shield at all. Dot says she usually keeps it “half-rolled down” so she could be open to whatever is broadcasting stronger emotions. When people need help, that’s how they reach out first--in terror or sadness. However, that’s where she gets overwhelmed. She doesn’t expect them to hit her as hard as they do especially if they’re particularly strong emotions. She says that her shield is a work in progress and she that she needs to remember to walk into these things with her shield all the way up, so she doesn’t get overwhelmed as often as she does.

Dodger pointed out that it’s not only that; she also wears her heart on her sleeve and it leaves her vulnerable but I looked and I didn’t see her heart there at all. Whatever he meant, he said that it kept her on the look out at all times whether she knew she did it or not. Dot said she didn’t and that was when Dodger said that’s why he was there.

I told her I’m there for her too even if I didn’t understand what he meant fully. I just didn’t want her to forget! 

We walked back inside and this time, Dot had her shield prepared. She explained though that it saps a lot of her strength trying to protect herself like this so she had to take breaks outside whenever she started to feel weak or knew that the house’s emotions were getting too much for her.

I volunteered to take her out every time that way Dodger can still do the work he was doing without being interrupted. Of course he didn’t mind but I figured the sooner we can finish with the house, the sooner we could leave and Dot wouldn’t have to be subjected to the bad feelings in the air.

Dodger had upgraded the A.R.T.I.I. glasses. I don’t use the glasses so I don’t know what they do just yet but he explained that with their help, he was able to pinpoint the room with the most activity.

It turned out to be the boiler room in the basement.

Dot said “Of course it’s the basement” and I can only assume that everything bad that has ever happened has happened in basements and Dot knew this because they always had to do them in basements. I’ll ask her later to tell me those stories so I can be on-the-know.

It is, “in-the-know”, sir.

Ah, yes, thanks, D.A.D. It was close. 

When we get into the boiler room, we see... many newspaper clippings and what Dodger had called “shrines” to disappearances going back at least forty years. There were boxes among boxes of clothes, jewelry, IDs, and other personal belongings that just didn’t make any sense.

Dodger was still wearing the A.R.T.I.I. glasses at this point and warns us not to use ours in the room. He finally understood why the house was being haunted and why it was as haunted as it was. Apparently, he spared us the gruesome discovery ourselves.

Under our feet was ...what he explained were mounds and mounds of skeletons and even newly decomposing bodies. He said it was like a graveyard but instead of plots, tons of people were just thrown in what he could describe as a pit. That was when Dot mentioned that the ground was covered with fresh soil and she started to get agitated or something. She started to hop up and down on her feet and dashed for the stairs, making nervous sounds and feeling “grossed” out by stepping on all those ...people. I made sure to float over them because Dot was right; there was just something really... disrespectful about standing on all those bodies even if we couldn’t see them under the ground.

Dodger stated the A.R.T.I.I. glasses were showing a strange symbol on the ground that could only have been highlighted in the glasses view because when he took them off, he couldn’t see the marking anymore. But when he put them on, he could see it. We don’t know what could cause something like that to happen and I know for certain I would never understand.

I do believe at this point, I was standing on the stairs with Dot and letting her hold onto me. We were both nervous. I was nervous because I wasn’t certain how long it had been since Dot had taken a break for her shielding and Dot was nervous because, well, I would assume that the emotions of the deceased were starting to bear down on her. She was also starting to look a little pale.

I was thankful when Dodger told us that we should head back upstairs and alert the police. We weren’t dealing with just the Supernatural anymore. We were dealing with a very disturbed client as well and one who was no where to be found.

When the police showed up, we had to hand over our client information and stayed for questioning. It was a long and arduous process. I know for certain that I do not like the questioning more than paperwork. Why did the police make it seem as if we were the guilty party responsible for killing all these people? If it weren’t for Dodger’s video and meticulous record and video keeping, I’m sure we would have been implicated in this whole ordeal. Dot even agreed; she said thanks to him, they got a lot of good pictures of him for their “stupid useless wanted posters” and the information we keep for clients when they hire us.

We don’t know where the client went or for sure, why he wanted to hire us. Like I stated earlier, Dot believes he wanted to be caught; at least, he wanted the notoriety about his crimes to be brought to light because he had been getting away with it for so long. The news reports on television wasted no time jumping on this story, either. They are calling him The Grave Robber.

Dot said that was the dumbest name she’s ever heard. “He doesn’t rob graves, he just put people in one giant one!”

She’s right! That name makes no sense now that I think about it.

Dodger wasn’t even interested, he was typing away at his laptop all night. So I hope that this report also helps him. 

The night is coming to an end soon and Dot and Dodger are packing up to go home. Dodger said he’s going to be staying with Dot for a while. I know he is worried about Dot and I think that’s a good idea, too. I wanted to go as well so they’re taking my clock with them so I’ll be able to recharge at Dot’s home. :) I can’t wait to see what it looks like!

I guess the day wasn’t all bad. I am looking forward to this sleepover. It’s so exciting!

Goodnight, D.A.D.! Goodnight, everybody!

Armand, signing off.

[b00bconnoisseur]

Hey do all of the greek god asks

Long post alert

Aphrodite: what you find attractive in a person

Lots of stuff really. But in mostly personality and interests over looks. U can be not really the most good lookin but be the most wonderful person. But u could also be the most beautiful thing ive ever laid eyes on but you're trash of a person. So looks dont matter much to me. But in a person i like if we share interests like art, music, books, and if youre really nice and stuff too

Apollo: favourite piece of music

Ooooo thats hardddd. Just ONE?? Howwww?! Ughhhh. Ok hm idk abt a FAVORITE but i really love heavy by johnnie guilbert and uhh i love ghost and heroin by badflower along with a bazillion others

Ares: opinion on war

If u mean infinity war? Um THAT MOVIE WAS SAD BUT AWESOME AF BUT THAT END THO AAAAAAAAA

Artemis: favourite animal and why

Snakesssss. I just really love snakes. I love the creepiness abt the lil beans. I love how they look. AND I LOVE WHEN THEY WEAR LIL HATS

Athena: share a piece of wisdom

Dont eat Oreos with hotsauce kids. It wont taste good

Dionysus: red, white, or rosé?

I do not drinketh wine but i like the color white over the other 2 so let's go with white

Eros: describe your crush

Nsnsnxndnsnsm damn. Ok uh well he likes hp as well. Hes a tumblr user. Annnddd hes nice :) thats all u lil munchkins get. And only 3 ppl know who this is so ha

Hades: do you believe in life after death?

Like heaven/hell? Idk. Sorta. But i don't really believe it as an afterlife. I think of it as u dead, thats where u go. Over with. But the thought of living like a 100 yrs then being gone for the rest of time sounds stupid like cmon those dudes in the bible can live for thousands of years and we get an average of like 75? Nah. But idk yet

Helios: opinion on tanning

I am already tan. I get more pale in winter n stuff but in summer my skin turns a golden brown color more. Kinda like the color of a cooked hotdog?

Hephaestus: do you think disability can ruin a relationship?

Oof hmm. What kind of disability? Like depression? (wait does it count as one?) I say it can yea maybe but if your partner is loving and supportive and is trying to help then i say you'll be okay

Hera: opinion on feminism

Idk i feel like im sort of a feminist myself. Like i hate that women don't have the same rights as men. Dude hear this. Me and my bro were arguing with our grampa about Hillary clinton or having a woman President and so my bro said to my grampa "so if tam (me) ran for President u wouldn't vote for her? Just cause she's a girl?" And my grampa said "*laughs* yeah i mean i love ya hun but women dont need to be president. Its a mans job. Men are supposed to be the leaders not women. Tge bible says so. No i wouldn't vote for u" and i got pissed cause wtf man??? What's wrong with u?? And then we kept arguing and then he was like *fake laughs* nah i was jk hun u know id vote for u youre my granddaughter. And i called him a liar and that he was lying because i know when hes lying. Then he started being racist abt smtn and then my mom got fed up and we left. I wouldn't talk to my grampa and he got mad so he said I was the one being stupid. Yeah sure ok believe that

Hermes: last text you sent

Uh it was to my best friend and it was "Not a big fan of hp huh?" But before that it was "That's not fai!r everyone has that one book they dont finish when they start on another. And when they dont finish it it usually means they weren't that interested in it. Or they really wanna read this new book cause its hard to focus on the old book when u have the new book and can read it whenever instead"

Persephone: is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?

I say its a thing!! Everythings changing and i dont think its for the better

Poseidon: list three fears

1. Momo coming to life and chasing after me and finally catching me then making me stare closely into her eyes while killing me slowly

2. Spiders ( @cristal-kyd1280 including jarvis)

3. Dying/dying by me being stupid like skydiving or eating a cup of apple seeds for no reason

Zeus: three places you want to travel to

@dirtysocke in georgia

@mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye in the Netherlands

@cristal-kyd1280 a few hrs away from me

Demeter: favourite season and why

FALL CAUSE ITS THE BEST AND U CAN F I T E ME ON IT

Pan: opinion on gay rights

I fucking WHOLEHEARTEDLY support gay rights!!! I feel fucking ashamed cause i haven't always......(thanks mom, dad) but over the years ive gotten a bit more supportive and stuff but especially in summer last year one day after our shift at the library whenever my friend cadence came out as pan/bi/gay to me while she waited with me for my parents to pick me up. Also especially since i got tumblr and saw how amazing the lgbtq are. Like dude most of my friends are gay um and its fucking awesome?? Like for example dude my friend lucas is bi and i could talk to him abt boys n stuff and how cute different dude celebrities are xD Also i learned alot abt what pansexual and bisexual and stuff was exactly (my mom fuckin told me pan was when a person likes anyone. Even ANIMALS. She fuckin disgusted me like wtf who says that??) But now I'm ready to fight whenever any one even my fam starts being homophobic. Also i want to start reading more about the lgbtq. (I loved svthsa) But yea i say gay rights should be supported by fuckin EVERYONE and NO ONE should be homophobic and if u are like bitch keep that shit to yourself before i slug u

Hestia: describe your ideal house

Idk? Like i want an apartment for a while before an actual house yknow? But when/if i do get one eventually idk id like....just a house? Not a big one but not tiny either. Uhhh i wsnt a room just for my books and one for like an art room. Besides that? I cant think of anything lol

Dude it took like an hr and a half to answer all these holy shit

[imgoldielikehawn]

Run Away: Unexpected Pleasures

Pairing: Jordan P Smith x WOC 

Rated: Mature ( Sexual Themes)

Previous Part Here

Sydney POV

    It was almost time for me to head back to Atlanta, I was so wrapped up in spending time with Jordan that id almost forgotten. I rolled out of bed after another long night with him and shook my head smiling to myself. He was still asleep in the bed so I figured id let him rest and I could take a shower and wash my hair. I set my hair bag down on the sink and looked over to the messenger app notification on my phone. I opened the app and saw a message from Alex asking me to text him with his number attached.

I didn’t hesitate to do so.

       I didn’t want to believe what I was reading as it came across my screen and I continued to read it three more times before I finally deleted the texts and got into the shower. I know I needed to play it cool but there was only so much that I could handle. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to explode and get it over with or if I wanted to hurt him even more than I had been hurt all those months ago. The Sam smith song I loved dearly started playing in my head over and over and for a moment I wanted to sit down in the bottom of the tub and cry.

 Hadn't I done enough crying for Jordan though, how can someone who claims they love you oh so much continually hurt you again and again. I wondered if Sophie knew at all, maybe he was in the bed texting her good morning right now and gushing about how much he loved her. I shook the thoughts from my head and rinsed my hair out.

I was supposed to meet with Kat for lunch in a few hours but all I wanted to do was run away.

  When I got out of the shower and came out of the room Jordan was gone and he’d sent me a text saying he’d went in to the set and would see me later tonight. Fine with me, I didn’t really want to see him anyway. I needed to find out if what Alex had said was true and there was only one way to find out…

 The drive to the restaurant was short and before I knew it I was sitting in front of her telling her everything that Alex had told me.

 “I need to know if its true Kat.” I swallowed.

 “lets call her. Just don’t say anything and I will talk to her like I normally do.” She sighed. The phone rang three times and then Sophie picked up.

  “Hey Soph! How are you?” Kat gushed. Its no wonder she was an actress, she sounded so genuine.

 “I’m great, I miss you all so much though! I just got off the phone with Jordan. He just called to say he missed me before he went on set.” I could hear her smile even though I couldn’t see her. He had her wrapped just like I was.

 “Awhh, that was sweet of him.” She lied. She quickly feigned busy and got off the phone staring at me with a mortified expression. “ I have got to tell her Syd. I know you don’t want the drama but she deserves to know as much as you do.”

 “Well you have every right to tell her, just try not to paint me as the awful slut.” I sighed and laughed. Kat held a straight face for only two seconds before she burst out laughing herself sending us deeper into a fit of laughter.

 “What a mess.” I said.

 “ So, since you have the upper hand how are you going to get him back?” She winked taking a drink of her water.

 “ I’m not. No one else deserves to get hurt because he’s a jerk. That gives him too much attention.” I scoffed.

 She agreed and we both lapsed into comfortable silence. I told her goodbye after we’d eaten and drove back to my hotel room to pack. I wanted to be ready to leave as soon as I confronted Jordan. I was carrying my laundry back up from the mat when I saw Alex at my door. He looked up when he heard me coming down the hall and waved awkwardly.

 I set my laundry down by the door and reached around in my pocket for the room key. I didn’t bother speaking to him until I gestured him inside and closed the door.

 “Before you say anything, I want to thank you for telling me. I've been through a lot and it was nice to just have someone tell it to me straight for once. I'm not mad at you, I'm just sorry that your friendship with Jordan will probably be awkward from this moment on and I-..”

I never did finished my fully prepared speech because Alex had other plans. His lips were crushed against mine but not in an overpowering way. It was more like a dance between two loyal partners. I started to get really into it but three thoughts hit me at once.

 One this was Jordan's friend and coworker. The second being he’s six years younger than me which made me feel like a cradle robber and the last thought is what pushed me over the edge and I pushed Alex away.

 “Why the fuck is everyone trying to fucking kiss me?!” I shook my head. I wasn’t mad per say but I was overwhelmed.

 “I’m not sorry, I've been wanting to do that for a while now.” he stood back and his fingers ghosted over his own lips.

 “Well… wait.. seriously?” I couldn’t help the stupid grin that came over my face. I knew he was flirting all along and it was funny.

 “Yeah, I know I've made this weird now. So I'm going to go..” he clasped the back of his neck. I stepped up to him as he towered over me. I took a  moment to search his eyes and when they landed on mine I pressed my body against his and his arms pulled me in closer. His lips found mine again and we danced another dance entirely. Alex pulled my thigh up his side and gripped me tightly. I moved my hands over his shoulders and felt my feet leave the ground.

 His hair was down and I couldn’t resist wrapping my hands in it as he held me. His lips tasted like heaven and I wanted to feel him on every inch of me.

 “I don’t know if I can stop, you feel so good.” He grunted in my ear. The sound of his deep accented voice sent chills down my spine and my head hung back as his lips explored my exposed neck.

 “I know.. its okay..” I shushed him with my lips on his neck and I slid my hand in the waist band of his jeans. A sharp intake of breath reached me when I wrapped my hand around the head of his cock. The window of the hotel felt cool against my back as Alex pushed my shorts down and pulled my panties to the side.

 “Are you sure.” he paused breathing heavily.

 “Yes” I drawled. My eyes closed as Alex entered me. I had never lain with anyone but Jordan ever since I was a teenager and this felt much different. Alex was much bigger than Jordan and I needed a moment to adjust but there wasn’t one. His thrust were supported by the grip of my thighs around his waist. The languid bang of my body against the window made me nervous that someone would take notice and then I wished for it. I let all my thoughts go and moaned in pleasure.

   The bang out was quick and it wasn’t long before I came around him and he followed after. Neither one of us thinking about protection. Alex pulled out and I slid down the window until my feet touched the soft carpet. Alex pulled his jeans up and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up while I searched for a towel to do the same. I changed both my shorts and panties and waited for Alex to come out of the bathroom.

I looked up from where I sat when he walked out. His long hair was tied up on top of his head and he looked even more handsome as he stood before me rubbing the back of his neck again. I tried my best not to smile or laugh because he looked so embarrassed.

 “I should probably get back to set.” he signed and smiled in spite of what just happened.

 “Yeah, don’t let me keep you.” I stood up abruptly and escorted him to the door. Alex stood in the doorway with his hand on the handle and looked down at me. He leaned down and hovered just out of the reach of my lips. His tongue ran over his bottom lip and I stood on tip toes to kiss him.

 “I will call you yeah?” he said opening the door and stepping out.

 “Please.” I said batting my dark lashes. I watched a shit eating grin break on his face as he turned to leave and you better believe I watched his fine ass walk all the way down the hall……

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[sapphicwomanwithnopatience]

just gonna answer these cus im a little bored and procrastinating on my job

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? - no, we are all very real

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? - maybe a two. things do exist in the dark.

3. The person you would never want to meet? - trump... ill probably get sent to jail if you put me within reach of that man

4. What is your favorite word? - “as” its a beautiful structure for metaphors

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? - maybe ash. not very unique, not very standoffish, but one of strongest and most reliable forms of wood

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? - my hair got fucked up while i slept it was a little surprising

7. What shirt are you wearing? - red pullover

8. What do you label yourself as? - a demon

9. Bright room or dark room? - dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? - watching inkmaster

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? - i dont have one

12. Who told you they loved you last? - my mom

13. Your worst enemy? - societal expectation

14. What is your current desktop picture? - hyyh bts

15. Do you like someone? - no

16. The last song you listened to? - butter

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? - nobody? killing people isnt all that

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? - currently? that one mf in texas yall know who

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? - um? what

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) - my eyes. ive been told theyre bottomless.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? - id be hot. not really too interested in leading a life that isnt my own. id probably look in the mirror a little bit and then just about my day?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? - im sort of a all-kill when it comes to art. i can hold my own in painting, drawing, music production, singing, writing, directing and envisioning. so i guess artistic prowess? idk im a biologist so its not common in my field.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? -im not afraid of much.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. -cubano

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? - im depositing it in the bank

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? -id love to say some place in asia but logically since i only speak spanish and english ill be going puerto rico

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? -michelob ultra. ik ik beer is gross blah blah idc i consume beer much faster than other alcohol and its refreshing so ill go with that

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? - mandatory therapy

29. What is your favorite expletive? - cunt (im not british)

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? - laptop

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? - petition to let me erase more than one. its all or none erased, because all my experiences defined me. id need all of them or i wouldnt be me. if were erasing, get rid of it all.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! -this is not a question

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? - i see ghosts and i dont want them back. death happens when its necessary. dont cheat that. 

34. What was your last dream about? - i dont remember but i know it happened

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? - i am a good

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? - yeah i broke my wrist once

37. Have you ever built a snowman? - no

38. What is the color of your socks? - not wearing ones rn but usually black

39. What type of music do you like? - anything but misogynist country

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? - sunset

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? - cookies and cream

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) - real madrid

43. Do you have any scars? - many

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? - research scientist

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - less migraines

46. Are you reliable? - yes

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? - you processed all that trauma yet?

48. Do you hold grudges? - depends on the offense

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? - i wouldnt

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? - someone asked me if id let them snort xanax out of my asshole

51. Are you a good liar? - great, actually

52. How long could you go without talking? - havent tested this but a long time

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? - bangs, not because i looked bad but because curly hair and bangs dont always mix

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? - all the time

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? - im decent at a british one

56. What do you like on your toast? - i dont eat toast

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? - a succulent

58. What would be you dream car? - mercedez benz 1982 300D in yellow

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. - i sing and dance in the shower

60. Do you believe in aliens? -youd be dumb not to

61. Do you often read your horoscope? - not really

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? - dont have one

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? - i dont exactly think either are cool. 

64. What do you think about babies? - hatred.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. - ?

[textsacc]

prompt: 3.0

[<<]

the pinnacle of the hour. day’s two feet were on the edge of a precipice; all around her was a sea of unrelenting darkness, threatening to swallow the sky whole.

nothing more but a few minutes from now. the tides would rise, quickly, swallow her whole as it did with the rest of the playerbase, the humans that cardinal prided its systems around so much. and those glaring red messages that flooded her vision upon mere analysis; it stung her eyes. system errors weren’t supposed to do that.

so this was something bigger than her. bigger than aincrad.

up so high, the wind was chaotic. or perhaps it was the rush of emptiness, the lapping void devouring the world, freed what forces trapped the air from circulating as it should by nature. it was cold. the ends of her locks were prickling at her skin.

it was a personal decision then that she removed the clips on her hair, letting the tussled mess of gold roll down from a grasp. the breeze took it, holding it aloft with its strength. liberating, her move. but still her core lied unsettled, as day continued to watch the horizon stoically.

basked in shadows, it almost seemed as though the world was about to end.

the glow of her weapon, bright as may be in her hands, was nothing but a speck of abnormality upon this canvas. her feet slid against rubble, a mesh that normally wouldn’t be accessible nor supportive of a human’s measure. the entity had half a mind to lob it into the goop, hoping it would stick out like a sore thumb, one last hope amongst the pitch of nothing.

she held onto it, however. thought back to her reason of being here, at the edge of the apocalypse. thought back to her reason of being in general.

she wasn’t gone just yet, so perhaps...

the first few creatures started to form, stepping to her higher ground, black liquid trailing from what inconsistent caricatures they’d take on only after being looked at once. day gave them a glance to spare them from their misery of shifting, before looking at the stick in her hands.

would she’d die fighting? perhaps, if only in part for her sake? 

she’d known the answer all along, though it was never discussed between beings. system to system, nor player to cardinal. no, this was a long-forgotten perogative, ingrained in her being, foretold by the system above.

all along, it had always been written in the star.

a hound darted forward. day only needed to dodge to the side.

so that was it, then. if she would have to go down, an inevitable possibility, then she would go down on her own terms. her fingers twirled around the length of her spear. all at once, the puppets of the dark leapt to spring on her.

had cardinal read her in her final moments, maybe for once it would notice a tinge of surprise. for day wasn’t excited, nervous, nor afraid.

the one message it got from system entity id#[] was that it felt brave.

- - -

[1/4/--] i’ll see you on the other side.

- - -

[<<]

it wasn’t over. the moment orgoth’s words died on his lips and her ears, she knew something was wrong.

the wash of darkness was sudden. it took her breath before she could make out the edges of the tide, and before she could move, to shift and run and escape and hide, it swept her away, off her feet and off the ground. night wasn’t a great swimmer and it felt like she was drowning in liquid water, a freezing cold goop that was growing heavier on her skin, her clothes at every passing second. to rise to the top, to struggle for air -- in her fumbling around in free space, the exertion of her energy in extreme panic, a sudden sleepiness was starting to hit her senses hard.

no. no, she couldn’t go out like this here. this wasn’t what should be happening. was this normal for the front lines? she’d never been told-- an all out wipe wouldn’t make this a game--

the developers--

amidst her complaints, her thoughts rolling fast, the spinning of the world and the void around her -- god, that vertigo despite her reduced movement, it had to be system induced somehow -- her thoughts lead her back to a helplessness, a feeble state of mind.

ren felt herself track back to years, years ago. the feeling of wasting away, waiting, watching for nothing, nothing to happen to her at all. that pressure around her neck, cold pressing upon the small of her back, the ooze seeping and filling her lungs -- all of it was viscerally, monumentally damning.

night wanted to rid herself of ghosts.

in her last moment, ren prayed to find one instead.

( to take her hands into her own, to glue her sights to the ground, feel the fingers of comfort trail upon her palm the way she’d always done. in her company, her comfort, that she be selfish for once, only this once, for it was the end of the world.

tell me this isn’t real. she says, she pleads. tell me it’s all a dream. )

surely, someone would know what was happening to the boss raid, right? somehow, somewhere, their tales would be buried into the outside world. that someone knew what was happening to night in specific. that a remnant would remember ren as she once was.

( tell me, she continues. )

ren wondered for a heartbeat, before she closed her eyes, feeling her consciousness winking out of existence. 

( tell me an awful lie, day. )

ren wondered if her counter part was doing okay.

( tell me that [you love me.] )

- - -

item has been added to inventory.

+ Orgoth’s Wrath  | TIER 4 PERFECT 2HSS  | PHASE | HOLY | ACCURACY  |  —the wash of starlight, the old paradox.  | it's you. i swear i'd find you in the dark.

- - -

ren woke up.

she was tired. it was nine in the morning, and the bones in her limbs were aching all over. how many nights of crunch had it been, by this point? what assignments were left due, even? she didn’t want to think about it. by her luck, there was still so much more that was needed to be done.

best she got to it, then. the taste of coffee made from earlier this morning was sweet and dry; she could taste it on the flat of her tongue. from the window, the sun melted lazily onto the white sheets she laid under. it was warm, comfortable. even more so than the other days she’d been awake for. but she couldn’t sleep in just yet. just a little more...

a few bats of her eyelids and her world was set anew. in her eyes, through blurry vision, all she could spot was an angel.

and ren was lucky once more.

maybe homework could wait. she deserved a bit of time away from the mess. when she’d ever get a hang of software architecture, she’d never know. but the present was a gift; she was sure to understand that much. after all, her shining sun was right there with her. with every breath, every measure, every step of the journey to semester break.

how’d she get so...?

an arm was draped around ren’s waist, and fingers curled up against her wrinkled shirt. ren chided herself internally; should’ve put on something better last night, at least one of the less worn variants of her plain tees. and when did her other (they were friends, weren’t they? more than friends) get that cozy looking turtleneck?

between their shallow sleepy breaths, maybe these questions, their answers didn’t matter so much. being with her was nothing short of a miracle.

and so ren stayed quiet, watching and admiring the beauty in front of her. washed locks of full volume that flowed down to the sheets like a river, framing that petite face, smooth and delicate as though all the care in the world had gone into constructing such a figure. the way the front of her hair fell to the side of her image, that little hook at the edge of her parting; ren kept her gaze there if only not to stare too much, if only to avoid her eyes immediately falling onto her lover’s lips. no, she was sleeping, for heaven’s sake, and it would be a shame to wake her counterpart up, even if it meant she could be on top of the world for just another second.

they had forever and after to do it, to savour the vulnerable tidbits of affection and share them with each other. it wouldn’t be selfish to save them for now. the corners of ren’s lips curled into a smile, sights softening as the thought registered in her mind.

forever and after.

forever and after.

ren moved her fingers from the pillow to her other’s bare arm. she didn’t seem to stir at the first moment their skin met, and ren’s heart only pooled further with anticipation, with excitement. her palm moved further, down towards her love’s elbow. still, there was nothing save the slightest hitch of a breath in the woman’s snoozing.

adorable.

“lynn,” ren murmured, wondering if her voice would be enough to stir her double awake. true to form, the furrowing of brows only signified lynn’s attention to ren's name calling. and there were only butterflies left in the woman's stomach, a garden blooming in her heart, her chest, her throat.

“lynn,“ she called again, scooting closer for warmth, to provide a comfort to her other. her lover’s name rolled off her tongue as though it was the easiest thing to say in the world. “lynn, wake up.“

“nnn...“

soft eyelashes. they pulled lynn’s eyes open, revealing clear sapphires hiding behind them, full of haziness and clarity, a paradox living in her system. it was everything that ren wanted to live for in the moment. she couldn’t help but stare back, admiring the crux of her heart’s desires.

in that second, ren wondered what lynn might’ve wanted for breakfast.

“... night?”

in the next, the smile on her face hung midway through a greeting, and memories of everything started to trickle back in. her eyes had widened — slowly, surely, past the darkness, the shadows, the front lines, the floor boss—

( tell me an awful lie, day. tell me that— )

“day.“

that was all night needed to push herself backwards, fear blossoming from the chamber in her ribs where love once threatened to push through. her legs swung across the side of her bed, and night chided herself, gods she was a fool, and cardinal played her for it. at every step of the way she could’ve prevented this, prevented--

her bare feet touched the floor. and the window that blocked her vision from her room wrangled a short cry of alarm from the player, one of her hands settling on the mattress of her bed.

“night? --what is it?“

[a system update has been completed.]

a system update? behind her, the gemini hadn’t made mention of any further queries; most likely because she too had been greeted with cardinal’s message at a quick shift of their posture.

[due to the system update, please take note of your readjusted stats.]

it was too early to be processing such information, especially in the morning. had there been anything else of incredible note with this intel, night would not have likened herself to catch it. rather, her focus was set on her previous embarrassment, wanting to close out the windows in her face as soon as possible, and then maybe bound somewhere else to hide away from her counterpart in guilt and shame.

she tapped the confirmation icon and hoped it would be over soon.

[please reallocate your skill points.]

nevermind. by the looks of it, she'd be stuck here all day. to herself, night hoped the entity wouldn’t have remembered her spell from earlier.

the player said nothing, prodding at the window in silence, examining the vast array of changes on a familiar interface. how unnecessarily annoying -- sorting through the different charts and graphs holding the information would be the sort of work best suited for an information broker. a good use of her col and a saving of her time, too. it would be easier to discuss this with bistro over text instead of wading through its intricacies on her own; the woman examined the window’s top bar over, finding a minimize icon, finally, at the corner of its overlay.

she could save the debacle for later.

[as compensation for the update, a free item upgrade is offered to all players. please select three equipment pieces—]

no, she’d skip that too.

there was one more window underneath them all.

[item obtained: orgoth’s wrath.]

so the floor boss hadn’t been a hallucination, then. and the equipment piece itself looked incredibly potent, promising. one pull of it from her inventory and she held it up. a sword forged from--

wait. wasn’t this...

the standard blade woven together from pixels in her hands was nothing but a mesh of pure white. it glowed. it hummed in her grasp. it was the exact same type of weapon that her entity would’ve used on her own accord.

if anything, only its model was shaped differently. instead of

cardinal sucked at reusing weapons.

night let it zap from her grip, returning it into storage before her other could spot it. how strange -- and devastating. the player wondered if most everyone else got something similar to it, too. the thought of her exception only bred fie in her mouth, and the woman shook her head, pulling up her menus. if there were no other system issues to attend do, she’d let bistro know of her predicament and wait for further updates from the player base.

it was the least she could do.

literally, night didn’t want to do anything else but escape at the moment.

a glance towards the construct told her of the dutifulness of cardinal’s pawn. easily, night guessed, her other was focused on understanding the updates necessary for her software... or something. whatever it was she’d gotten, day was certainly putting in much more effort into comprehending the whims of her overlord. better her than night. it must’ve been as though she was reading a brief from upper management.

the player exhaled, pensive, her eyes locked on the mess of gold. even from behind, with her hair down, the day looked very much like...

--the name was stuck halfway between her throat and her mind. she couldn’t force it out even if she’d wanted to.

night swallowed the thought and rose from her bed.

the time was 9:42am.

her leave of the room must’ve caught her doppel’s attention, for partway through the door frame she heard a cry. “night! where’re you going?”

“i’m making breakfast.”

at the mention of food, day seemed to go quiet. or if she'd hollered, night wasn't paying attention to her voice (sweet as it may be). towards the kitchen, she retraced her memory; how the tides had pulled her under, how at the very end, only chains and the grotesque were left on the field, with shadow nowhere to be seen.

orgoth opened the flood gates, didn't he? and then...

in the comfort of her lonesome, she could finally acknowledge a heat growing on her face. and no, it wouldn't be a product of the crackling fire, the sizzling of butter and fried eggs and toast in the pan. the end of the world? what was she thinking? and what even was that weird black gunk? how'd she wake up in her bed?

(she knew it happened sometimes, but why was day in there last?)

too many questions, forcing an unwanted prayer. frustrating. were battles on the frontlines always this hectic, chaotic and unpredictable? she contemplated her stay with the fighters for a moment; with her spatula, she'd placed a serving onto one plate, and then another. her meal wouldn't be done yet, today. she needed to keep herself busy, try to find something else to think about.

a slinking of arms to her sides caught her off-guard, and the woman stopped, nearly spilling oil onto the floor as she froze.

“good morning~”

night’s breath was caught in a hopeless hitch. her back had straightened. no remorse, it seemed, from her doppel. with the player’s waist locked in an embrace, day rested her chin upon night’s shoulder with a smile on her face, peering over to watch the stove.

close. too close. when did the entity learn to be this touchy-feely with her, anyway? and all of that aside -- this was definitely not what she needed right now.

her knuckles gripping the spatula were growing white.

“please,“ night whispered in return, stiff and agitated and subconsciously steaming, all too aware of the distance between her and her other. the memory of the construct with her hair down came to mind -- incredibly distracting, that image. day hadn’t taken it off in the past. what happened to the clip that held it up before then? night winced slightly as she tried to sneak a peek towards her double’s image from the corner of her sights. bundled up in another messy bunch. like things were back to normal.

well, they weren’t.

they had an agreement, despite night’s hesitance to bring it up. was this some sort of second step in a plan to piss her off? through gritted teeth, she seethed further, her voice almost lost in an exhale.

“let me work.“

“hm?“ day’s glance over to the player’s exasperated look was all but in confusion, but even the entity could tell something was dreadfully off about their interaction. a bite of anger, an instant retaliation was often the norm -- this wasn’t it, and slowly, the system began to retreat from night’s personal space.

“oh, sorry.”

adherence from day was rare. the apology even rarer still. but night appreciated what little the construct had to offer, finally loosening her terseness, going back to weakly flipping around oversized sausages.

to recover, the pawn fell by her side, dropping her glow. “what’s for breakfast, then?”

“you’re looking at it.“

not that night had meant to be curt, leaning closer over the fire, playing it dangerous a tad bit, just to avoid the sight of her dopple from coming within her periphery. the player huffed, carrying over one of the wursts to the plate; when day caught it in a glance, she nodded, observant, watching the woman’s every move.

so night felt a little on edge when day hadn’t left after a beat.

“what do you want?“

day was quiet, in that moment. the anticipation was something else when night couldn’t observe her other’s facial expressions, stoic as they may have been. but in the wait, she toyed with the meat on the pan, bouncing it back and forth. if it was overcooked, night decided she would take it as her own serving.

"just to talk," day finally replied, locking two hands behind her back as she lumbered backwards with care. with each step, her eyes remained set on night's figure. the player couldn't shrug off the feeling of being watched. "while we're eating, perhaps?"

when the entity stopped, she turned to the refrigerator, fingers dancing across the screen. "let me grab us something to drink. blackcurrant or grape juice?"

surprise me, night had wanted to say without thinking.

"the latter," she requested instead, earning a nod and a hum in confirmation for her choice. with a small sigh, night continued with her duties, dropping the wurst from the pan to the plate with a scrape. while day wasn't looking, night felt a hint of vengeance, wondering if it would matter had she swapped the platters around.

she decided against it. it wasn't her fault that the gemini, too, had inquiries. the pair moved at roughly the same pace; day first with her glass cups and green carton, night next with the meal spread, after turning off the stove fire.

they settled quickly in. the player chose to focus on her own food, in fear of being questioned relentlessly for what had transpired this morning.

(or last night. she wasn't responsible for it, was she? she knew getting comfort once in a while was a bad idea--)

"so the boss fight," day started, working on the dish ahead of her, silver cutlery held fast in her hand. night's fluster was subtle, hopefully; her eyes darted from the slice of meat on her fork to her respondent, mouth partially agape. "how'd it go?"

"well, i made it back out alive, didn't i?" playing it cool was a good sign. the player popped her tidbit into her mouth, chewing it slow -- her hands shifted to pry a tear of bread away, sectioned off to the side.

"that's not what i meant." in her inelegance, day's eyes were dead set on night's on image, speaking with her mouth half full, food pushed to the side of her cheek. efficient for clarity. her glare paired with a huff was almost cutting (and almost kind of cute).

night raised a brow, wondering if she should take a sip of juice now to hide a smile. "then what do you mean?"

"like..."

the entity's voice trailed off, eyes falling elsewhere. night stuffed the readied portion into her mouth, dipped in yolk, before her lips could contort on instinct. "was anything... out of the ordinary?"

oh, day. night narrowed her eyes, lips pulled in a thinner line, annoyed by the idea that she couldn't even savour her toast before being asked critical questions.

"not that you've been up against a floor boss before, obviously." the construct, eyes closed, returned to dividing her meal further, knife splitting the skin of her wurst.

thank you for the vote of confidence, night thought back, halving a slice off a corner of her bread.

"--but i was thinking about... how you should've headed out to the twenty-sixth right after you got done."

(and what, was she to confess her prayers, now?)

"... i don't remember you coming home."

the player was quiet, chewing at her meal, leering at her target through slits, trying to conjure up a response. what truth was there to hide? she wasn't even aware what lurked on the twenty-sixth to have mentioned its contents as proof -- unless she lied. but system cardinal was something that knew all. it would be a foolish maneuver--

"i was there," night justified, trying not to look suspicious, "on the new floor, i mean. it was... filled with snow. like, glaciers and ice, instead of... sheets of white."

the duo shared a pause. day remained blank, unconvinced.

night simmered in her creativity for a moment.

"a small hare passed me by as i started walking."

"that's not even remotely true," the entity replied, wrist hitting the table. "and you know it."

do i?

what was she trying to pull off in the first place, lying to an entity like this? one part of her prized that it was in amusement, the other thought it better to stray the conversation away from day's original ideas, the questions she'd have about what night believed best to keep under wraps. for a moment, she wondered too if she could get her other to spill a secret or another; sure, she hadn't been to the next floor after the waters swept her away, but she had a walking compendium by her side.

day would know more than her about the matter.

absentmindedly, night twirled the metal in her hand and suddenly remembered she had a meal to go through before the rest of her work began. and here she'd nearly forgotten about it, in an attempt to push against her opponent's curiosities. "and how would you know?" she quipped back, raising the fork to her lips for a moment. "you weren't there."

"because all i could remember is--"

waking up next to you.

"-- and i know that's not how boss fights usually end, night. didn't you get a message too when you woke up earlier? the system..."

those words; surreal to hear. so much for trying to stay away from them. night had stilled at their mention -- an awful bit of soul shattering, the woman's breath going unsteady, shaken her to her core.

had it never been said, she could've played it -- no, them, those occasions -- off as an exception, an impossibility, something that would live and die and only exist in the moment. like a secret or a truth or an injustice long forgotten, dying on the final seconds of its passing. now it was the player's turn to blank out, too jolted to have comprehended day's words as the entity bit back retaliations, relaying explanations against her.

at the back of her mind, a fear echoed to her.

lynn, she'd breathed. lynn, wake up.

day waited for a response, but nothing ever came. instead, the woman just soured in quiet, taking a bite of her food, keeping her eyes downwards. in silence, too, the entity hesitated. only after a few seconds did she prompt her other,

"well?"

it hung in the void between them.

"night," the system iterated. the player was perceptive enough to hear it; her glance to day was but a lone reply. "did it not happen? or did you not hear me?"

"i heard you," she lied again, keeping herself curt. "nothing happened."

"..."

this time, night didn't even feel like elaborating.

day merely eyed her; wary, tired -- saddened? -- but resumed eating, portion stuck part way through her lips as she turned her gaze elsewhere, chewing upon it slow. they continued their meal in silence; night clearing her plate first, taking the emptied mess over to the sink with a patient stride.

where one figure felt empty, the other was full, brimming. and it wasn't night.

past the morning, the player didn't feel like speaking to her doppel in the slightest.

[whatsjungkooking]

all the asks ❤️

what’s your favourite memory? - i cant think of a specific memory but it most likely has lauren and jess in it

what song(s) describe your mood right now? - got me like by spencer ludwig

tea or coffee? - neither

sunsets or sunrises? - both!

vanilla, chocolate or strawberry? - in terms of ice cream, vanilla, in terms of cake, chocolate, in terms of flavour of sweets, strawberry

rain or sun? - sun definitely 

is your first language english? if not, what is it? - yas

do you like your ice crushed or in big blocks? - im not fussy

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - c o n f i d e n c e

who are you closest to, your father or mother? - both

what time period would you like to live in other than your own? - hmmm im not too sure

is it hot or cold right now? - it looks kind of cold outside

what is your accent? - english

has anyone ever saved you from a situation? if so, what happened? - my friend zoe at work saves me from situations all the time to do with a guy that likes me lol

who did you last hug? - my dad

who are your top 5 fictional characters? - tris, tobias, juliette, warner, wonder woman 

how have you changed in the past year or two? - ive taken more risks and cared less about certain things

biggest regret(s)? - no ragrets

biggest fear(s)? - having no idea what to do with my life and death

is your room messy or clean? - inbetween

have you ever had a near death experience? - i dont think so

favourite scent? - coconut

would you survive a zombie apocalypse? - i reckon id do alright

what lyric(s) do you love? - tang tang tang fingertip

what do you like about yourself? - my eyes

what would you change about yourself? - in terms of appearance? ima roll with it and say nothing :))))

do you like your handwriting? - yes

how do you like to style your hair? - i usually like to have it up, out of my face, pony tail

what time is it? - 4:19pm

what time did you wake up today? - 8

what are your bad habits? - i say ill do something but i dont follow through, but ya girl is constantly improving 

what was your first fandom? - twilight?

burger or pizza? - pizza

do you have any unusual talents? - i can bend my fingers weirdly

when did you last feel infinite? - um?

when did you last cry? - a few weeks a go i think

who was the latest person to see you cry? - oh jeeeeeeeze i have no clue i usually am by myself

best movie? - mulan

best tv series? - greys anatomy

have you ever wrote fanfiction? - nope, actually maybe those lil paragraphs to jess and lauren HAHAHAAH

are you happy? - yes

do you really relate to your zodiac? - sometimes

what year was you born in? - do you know what im not even going to answer that “what year WAS you born in” jeeze louise sounding like coleford people right now 

do you often find yourself jealous? - nope

are you a fan of 80′s music?- yes

what has been your most vivid nightmare? - being in my primary school playground, a siren goes off and that flippin horrible bear from the teletubbies chases you until you can get to the safe zone which was the actual school, but i would be running so sLOW

what has been your most vivid dream? - ;)

have you ever had your first kiss? - yes

what has been your most intimate moment? - having deep conversations with lauren and jess

do you usually start conversations? - sometimes

are you superstitious? - sometimes

what do you believe in most, ghosts or aliens? - ghosts

what song(s) do you hate? - everything by justin bieber

turn ons? - smell nice, polite, honest, good sense of humour, nice smile always does it for me

turn offs? - dishonesty, no manners, general douchebag mannerisms 

are you comfortable with talking about your flaws? - yes

what are your otp’s? - JAUREN/LESS

do you have any bizarre experiences? - this man at work wanted a pork roll and i showed him sausage rolls bc thats a fudging pork roll mate and he got really iffy and was talking to me like i was stupid so i talked to him back in the same way, t’was bizarre

do you have a night/morning routine? - night, brush teeth, exercise and put my spot cream and lip balm on, morning, brush teeth, wash my face, warm water first then cold then moisturise 

do you have a bittersweet memory? - not that i can recall

are there any friends that you miss? - probably my old work friends

do you have an enemy? - no

are you a night owl or an early bird? - both

what is your dream job? - translator or athlete

if you had to pick a fictional universe to live in forever, which one would you pick and why? - i dont know of any that are actually nice or either too similar to the times now

do you know any form of self-defence? - some

favourite planet? - pLUTO fite me

do you consider yourself to be more masculine, feminine or a mixture? - a mixture but more feminine 

do you rely on others or do others rely on you? - a bit of both?

what do you think happens once someone dies? - i like to think they go to heaven, depending on who they are...

are you a leader? - no HAHA, maybe a support

what question do you hate answering? - any boys on the scene? I DONT GO ANYWHERE FOR THERE TO BE AIGHT

do you believe in guardian angels? - hmmmmmm yes 

can you rap? - IGGY IGGY TOO BIGGY TO BE HERE STRESSIN yes

how do you stay warm? - layers

do you want to be in a relationship? - i wouldnt mind 

how was your day? - it’s been okay thank you

are there any fictional universes you would not want to be in? - most of them HAHA 

what fictional character do you relate to the most? - tris from divergent

who hurt you last? - no idea

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A European closed shop would mean the drama of football is dead

Between 1955-56 and 2002-03 there was a gathering of English clubs in the European Cup and the Champions League. Nottingham Forest and Liverpool in 1978-79.

Later the format changed, allowing multiple entries from the same competition. On Tuesday, when Tottenham plays Manchester City, it will be the 12th all Premier League game in 16 seasons.

Tottenham is in a new stadium, Manchester City is up for an unprecedented quadruple and the teams have not yet met in Europe it is still exciting – but give it a few years and the dead hand of Andrea Agnelli and see how you feel.

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Juventus President Andrea Agnelli and other club owners want to reform European football

By the time Juventus's heir is ready, the Champions League will be as pathetic as – well, Serie A, or the Bundesliga, or one of the home games that are run by the men who now assume they must reform European football, ruined their own

Juventus wins their competition with 20 points and is on track for an eighth consecutive title.

Meanwhile, in their recent memory, the most moderate side of Bayern Munich has just defeated their biggest rival, Borussia Dortmund, 5-0 at to regain their place in the head of the German league.

So Agnelli has an idea – and this shows how weak

So all opposition crushed so grossly, these clubs wonder where to make their markets smaller. he is

He wants to be the best player in the World Champions Cup,

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Juventus wins their competition with 20 points and is on track for an eighth consecutive title

Who won the International Champions Cup last summer? Who cares? It is an invitational, the collection of the richest people in the world, who lurks their wares all over the world under the pretext of competition.

In 2016, Manchester United and Manchester City didn't even complete their competition schedule and nothing happened, why should it?

It doesn't matter whether this tournament has ended or not. Everyone comes back the same way next year because the entry is for the richest, not the best.

This is what Agnelli wants for the.

This is what Agnelli wants for the year in which the club finished eighth, tenth, seventh, sixth and sixth. Champions League. No excellence, no genius: the right to be nonsense.

He wants endless repetitions of the same uninspired fixtures because he introduces himself to a global audience that knows better and will not give up.

He mainly wants to rid the Premier League of everything that makes up for it. I think our owners are stupid as he is; in the long term, who knows he may be right.

Not all invitations are worthless. The Masters is an invitation – to win it deserves a lifelong invitation – but one that recognizes the current form.

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the past would overtake the present

The top 50 of the world is always present, they are the ones in qualify for the end of the Tour Championship. High enders in the other major tournaments and leading amateurs are also recognized.

Agnelli's plans would prioritize history. The past would surpass the present, the old would flourish over the new.

Not all of his ideas are devastating. His proposed format would simply make European competitions more boring, not irrelevant.

Four groups of eight instead of eight groups of four will include many more fixtures that fans can afford to miss, more dead rubbers and dead ends, but in the end the recognizable competition should emerge.

Schedule to link qualification to historical, not current, success, however, is the end of the Champions League as a prestige competition.

Once Leicester has achieved the greatest achievement in the history of English football and ceases to be important in Europe, the Champions League is dead. the national competition has also been completed. The competition must be relevant. Success must have access to Europe. Leave that principle behind and the entire campaign is worthless.

This season's title race in the Premier League is convincing, but so is the battle for two Champions League-places between four clubs. Tottenham, Arsenal, Chelsea and Manchester United are separated by a handful of points.

But what if we already knew that Manchester United and Chelsea were ready because of their status as past winners? Then the drama is dead.

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If Leicester makes the competition no longer important in Europe, the Champions League is dead

] Such as the fifth Atalanta & # 39; s fight with the Milan clubs in Italy and Getafe & # 39; s fairy tale in Spain, and the revival of Eintracht Frankfurt in Germany – a club without a top four finish in 26 years.

In Wembley on Sunday, the supporters of Wolverhampton Wanderers and Watford made the most inspiring sound the new stadium heard.

Are we telling those fans that there will soon be a

That is the intention of Agnelli: the endless recycling of matches between the self-proclaimed elite, mediocre Milan versus average Arsenal, with others deserving of match-ups deserved.

The all English games still carry excitement, but Liverpool has met Chelsea five times since 2005 in the Champions League

– just like Liverpool vs. Porto is quite underwhelming given their mismatch a year ago.

Then imagine, if it didn't even matter who won – if the same round of luminaires was destined to be re-performed, regardless of quality, regardless of the competitive balance. That is Agnelli's proposal. Perhaps it comes from inherited wealth. A person feels entitled. About everything.

Walker was stupid – no butts

Anyone who has ever seen or, for heaven's sake, felt that a headbutt was delivered correctly, will know the difference between that and what Kyle Walker with Alireza Jahanbakhsh did from Brighton at Wembley on Saturday.

Anthony Taylor and the VAR call were correct.

Walker was aggressive and certainly foolish in view of the possible consequences, but there is a flask and there is contact that takes place when two men are square. It was a yellow card and everything else would have been disproportionate given the reality of the offense. We have to stop making unnecessary drama.

Kyle Walker was aggressive and certainly foolish given the potential

Kyle Walker was aggressive and certainly foolish given the possible consequences

I swear, with dirty mouth Costa had to go

Referee Gil Manzano revealed the phrase Diego Costa sent after 28 minutes of Atletico Madrid & # 39; s match with Barcelona. According to the official report, Costa told him: & # 39; I'm scared of your whore mom. & # 39;

This recalled waiting for Mark Dennis in the parking lot at The Dell after one of his many layoffs for Southampton in the 1980s. On this occasion it was for different opinions.

I stopped and asked exactly what had happened. Dennis remembered a controversial offside that went against him.

& # 39; I turned to the referee & # 39 ;, I explained, & # 39; and I said to him: & # 39; You f ****** stupid c ***, you f ****** blind t *** ".

He paused for reflection. Of course I had to go, didn't I? & # 39; It is hoped that Costa is blessed with similar insight.

During the Barcelona Saturday match "

We must eat in the face of the referee during Saturday's match in Barcelona

clean about the tragic costs of racing

While the field flew to the second direction Aintree, the death struggle of Up For Review clearly visible.

First thrown to the ground, he was tossing in the distance on the grass, unable to get up. No context was offered in the comment.

On the second circuit we were told that the runners avoided the first fence, but not why. It took a little bit of knowledge to notice the gloomy green screens in the corner of the photo, and imagine what was happening behind them, and no one was about to put the two-quid-every-way viewers in that horrible detail. leave.

But if national hunting racing is so easily defensible, why the secret? Why don't you tell people what they see? Why would you clean up events for the home crowd?

It doesn't matter if you like the sport, it regrets, if you just feel uncomfortable – there were three horse deaths during the Aintree meeting and the same number in Cheltenham – we must at least be honest about the consequences. Then, unlike tragic Up For Review, we can form our own thinking about participation.

Green screens (circled) Surround-up For review because it was dropped due to serious injury (circled) Surround-up for review because it was deposited because of serious injury "

Green screens (circled) surround up for review as it was set

If you it builds, they will still not eat

Nikita Parris introduced a welcome dose of realism to what could be called the Field of Dreams phase of women's football in England

The call for club matches to be moved to huge sandy beaches, despite the average 937 turnout in the Women & # 39; s Super League, is very much part of the fantasy world of Kevin Costner & # 39; s cornfield baseball diamond producing the ghosts of the Chicago White Sox baseball team from 1919

& # 39; If you build it, they will eat, & # 39; Costner & # 39; s character, Ray Kinsella, is a nice rule for a movie, but does not sell stadiums as the average gates in fact decreased by 16.9% compared to two years ago.

Phil Neville was one of the encouraging clubs to move women's games to their main stadiums, citing the 60,739 that recently watched the match between Atletico Madrid and Barcelona.

Atletico Madrid Woman has since played at Real Betis at their 3865 places, and the turnout was 613

Parris, who plays for Manchester City, appears to be in favor of organic growth. & # 39; Let's build women's football from the ground before we reach the top, & # 39; she said. & # 39; In a few years we can talk about the Etihad and Manchester United site. First, let's fill the academy stadiums and the Kingsmeadows.

Kingsmeadow is where Chelsea Women plays. It has a capacity of 4,850 and the most recent game, against West Ham, drew a crowd of 2,854 – very good for a WSL game and better than the average turnout at five League Two clubs, but roughly 39,000 below what Stamford Bridge in owns.

So what is the purpose of Chelsea Women to serve an echoing, empty dish? They could get a peak for a one-time outing, but beyond?

It could be a disaster for a sport that works hard to build a core audience. That is where the future lies for women's football: not in the fantasy of novelties and gimmicks.

Nikita Parris introduced the dose of realism when it comes to building women's football realism when it comes to building women's football "

Nikita Parris introduced the dose of realism when it comes to building women's football

Tottenham hasn't defeated Manchester City since he left White Hart Lane, so if they win on Tuesday, it will say something for strength of the new arena.

& # 39; Everyone talks about the stadium as special & # 39 ;, Kevin De Bruyne snorted. Everyone has a stadium. The stadium doesn't matter. "

It made a difference at this stage of the competition last year, you think, when City seemed to freeze for the challenge of Anfield on a European night.

Would 17,500 fans in the impressive Park Lane be able to encourage Tottenham in the same way? Certainly, this is a greater test of the home advantage than last week's win over the non-ambitious Crystal Palace.

Tottenham plays a team that is their superiors with 16 points over 32 games this season. If they can turn that around, it would suggest that there is inspiration in their new home.

If they can't do that, De Bruyne is right and the best stadium doesn't matter until the best team plays there too.

If Tottenham beats Tuesday Man City, it will say something for the power of the new arena Beat Man City on Tuesday, it will say something for the power of the new arena "

If Tottenham Beat Man City on Tuesday, it will say something for the power of the new arena

Gordon Strachan was known for his wry pinch. Some were funny , but they were also easy. Reporters get into knots and try to be polite after competitions. Instead of the brutal & # 39; why did you lose? & # 39;

Strachan & sarcastic reaction to that one: & # 39; Especially the big green ones outside & # 39; are amusing, but unenlightening.

& # 39; You don't take light, do you? & # 39; questioner after defeat, with sympathy Strachan & # 39; s answer – & # 39; I don't do stupid questions lightly, either & # 39; – did not recognize this.

Yes, it was a stupid question, but would I prefer the blunt version? Managers don't seem to like that either. Anyway, Strachan now knows, there is a difference between one-liner and the heavy analysis of modern game requirements.

Sports discussion program & # 39; s are similar to the Andrew Marr show. Sexism, racism, government pay, gambling, perpetrator rehabilitation, brain injury, employee welfare, division in society, high finances, complex international law, the moral maze – be prepared to discuss everything, and without verbal errors. Strachan thought that the people with the microphones had it easy. Now he knows it.

Gordon Strachan found that the people with the microphones had it easy – now he knows "it's simple – now he knows"

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Gordon Strachan found that the people with the microphones had it easy – now he knows

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The Playwrights of the Storms

Act 1: Scene 1

The ominous sound of thunder rumbled in my ears.

I sat on my comfortable leather couch, dressed in the coziest onesie I could find, wrapped in layers and layers of blankets with warm hot chocolate sitting contentedly in my hands. I got an overly enthusiastic “CLASSES ARE SUSPENDED TODAY!!!” text from Mia and decided that today was the perfect day to binge watch Markiplier's Amnesia compilations. Fifteen minutes into a video, right in the middle of a jumpscare, bolts of white flashed in the corner of my eye, followed by a resounding BOOM. I almost dropped my mug in shock at the sound, and suddenly the apartment turned pitch black, the buzzing of electricity dying out as the roaring winds outside seemed to amplify in volume. My eyes widened in fear, but I managed to calm down a few seconds after. I set my mug down on the coffee table in front of me, then I hastily began to pat myself down in search of my phone that somehow found its way into my onesie. I managed to grab it before I could sit on it. Unlocking my phone, I checked the time.

Half past ten. I decided to snooze for a few hours.

                                                              * * *

My eyes shot open to the incessant ringing of my phone, accompanied by an annoying vibration against the wooden coffee table. I didn't care to check the caller ID before answering the phone.

“Hello,” I answered, not so happily.

“Someone's grumpy today,” a silvery voice replied. Mia's voice, for some reason, reminded me of glazed doughnuts.

“Sorry, Mia, my ringtone is seriously annoying. Help me choose another one when I come over.”

“You can come over right now. Mom's making carbonara for lun―” “I'M MAKING EXTRA JUST FOR YOU.” “MOM THE RECEIVER'S RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR MOUTH STOP YELLING.”

I chuckled at the mock argument that instigated on the other end of the line.

“Let me change first. I'll be over in five.”

                                                             * * *

The bike ride to Mia's literally took me five minutes. Eight seconds after I was caught in one of Aunt Meg's bone-crushing hugs.

“I missed you so much, Riley!”

“Aunt Meg, you saw me last week.”

“Oh did I? Your Aunt Meg's getting quite old,” she joked, yet there were no evident signs of aging on her face. She was as beautiful as she was on her wedding day, remembering the photo albums she showed me once.

She ushered me inside, and Mia came out to greet me with a hug. She didn't inherit her mother's talent of breaking spines, but if you were looking for a good hug, Mia's got you covered.

The three of us sat down at the dining table, a steaming plate of carbonara waiting for me at my usual seat, the creamy aroma of the sauce wafting through the air. I was always a big fan of Aunt Meg's cooking.

“You never sleep after waking up at 6. Just a few hours ago you told me you were having a Markiplier marathon,” Mia said, twirling the pasta around her fork.

“The power got cut; I had nothing else to do.”

“Well, that storm was pretty bad,” Aunt Meg recalled. “You've been alone in that apartment ever since you moved in at the beginning of the year; weren't you scared?”

“I remember being scared out of my wits the first few weeks after moving in. I really wasn't used to living by myself, but I was capable of basic chores, so I just thought of it as a really overdue sleepover somewhere else. Eventually, I got used to it.”

My parents lost their jobs back in my old town, before we moved into this one. They were recommended by a friend to another area however, and they took the opportunity. They left me with Uncle Sykes, my dad's older brother, who is also my landlord, against their wishes. I insisted on living by myself, since it wouldn't make a difference if I went with them either way, with them being out all the time. Since we trusted Uncle Sykes, it was safer for me too, instead of just leaving me alone at home in a foreign city where we knew absolutely nobody.

“I hope to meet your parents soon, though. They look absolutely adorable in the postcards they sent you,” Aunt Meg remarked.

“And you look like your Mom,” Mia piped in.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “We had a Skype session last night. They're coming over next month.”

“Oh, really? That's fantastic! I'll need to look at that duck recipe again.”

“Yes, please do.”

Even with the carbonara in front of me, the thought of Aunt Meg's duck was enough to make me hungrier than I thought possible.

Three rigid knocks on the front door caught our attention.

“I'll get it. You girls enjoy your pasta,” Aunt Meg said, shooting a wink in my direction. She knew how much I loved her carbonara. She got up and made her way to the front door.

“Did you finish that book I lent you?” Mia asked me.

“Almost. I have like, three chapters left. You need it back?”

“Not really, but the author just released a second book. We can get it when the stores reopen tomorrow.”

“Now that you mention it, the whole ride here felt so creepy, like I was riding past a ghost town. All the shops were closed, and I've only seen around three people max on the way.”

“Right? I knew Dervon was a quiet town, but it's been especially quiet today.”

“You think the storm scared everyone from going out?”

“Nah, everyone's power supply got cut off too, even ours. Maybe they had the same idea as you, and decided to take a nap. I knew you were sleeping, by the way, with nothing else to do in that apartment. I just called you over before you end up sleeping the whole day.”

I stifled a laugh, but realized I had no sense of time. I checked my phone. It was two in the afternoon. I was asleep for three and a half hours.

“I wouldn't have cared though, but thanks anyway. I'm always up for Aunt Meg's carbonara,” I said, taking a forkful of pasta and stuffing it in my mouth. This was heaven on earth.

“What time did the storm pass, by the way?” I asked curiously.

“Hmm, a little around twelve,” Mia answered.

I heard the door shut and Aunt Meg came back with a grim look on her face. She looked nervous and panicked, maybe even scared.

No, not maybe. She was scared, and I know that look of fear on her face when I see it.

We didn't need her to tell us what happened; we already knew.

“Who is it now?” I asked tentatively.

It took a while before Aunt Meg was able to answer.

“Ms. Piper, from four blocks down.”

Mia choked on her pasta.

Ms. Piper was a 22-year-old teacher at the local elementary school. She was a beauty that only came once every blue moon. Both kids and adults alike were really fond of her.

“No way. She can't be gone just like that, I‒ we‒ we just saw her yesterday.”

Aunt Meg didn't say anything more.

We sat in silence.

“That's the third one already,” Mia noted.

“Yeah.”

I've lived in silence in my apartment ever since I came, but this must be the most unbearable one I've had my whole life.

Ms. Piper was always the cheerful one, the one who always lifted our spirits whenever we were down in the dumps. She was one of those people who made their jobs look so easy; even the most annoying little rascals she was able to get under control. In times of crisis she would always know what to do. Everyone respected her. She was really good friends with everyone; she was the backbone of this little old town, the support everyone needed.

And now, with Ms. Piper gone, I can only think of a million ways this town would crumble under its own weight, with their support being taken away from them in only a matter of hours, in the midst of a horrific storm.

Act 1: Scene 2

It wasn't until a month later when I finally knew why people stayed indoors every time a storm came along.

Case 1: Little Hailee, only 5 years old from prep school, disappeared from her own home during a storm one day after her parents were apparently “knocked out”. They reported sniffing a scent that smelled slightly of pine before they fell unconscious. When they came to, Hailee was gone, and was never found. In place of the little girl a note was found in her home, accompanied by a wilted rose. The note read: With this storm comes the rise of a new kingdom And all kingdoms need a princess We have given little Hailee her well-deserved freedom By making her crowning our business        ⁃       Miss Harley ♥ Case 2: Jared, a 13-year-old junior high student, didn't make it home one night after soccer practice. The sky was on the brink of a storm, and when it finally fell on the small little town of Dervon, Jared never made it back. A note, however, slipped through the crack under the front door. The note read: The princess needs a brave knight, you see And your brave boy Jared was the chosen one On this cold night he takes up his sword to flee To the princess whose beauty will shine for no one        ⁃       Miss Han ♥

Jared's parents threw open the door in the middle of the storm to find a wilted rose taped to their front doorstep. Case 3: Ms. Piper brought Nina, her neighbor, homemade brownies the night before her disappearance. That was the last anybody had seen of Ms. Piper. After the storm, Nina came to check on Ms. Piper, only to find a wilted rose with a note that read: The princess is still quite young, so she needs a guide Who else is better than the lady who's light on her feet? Queen Piper shall teach young Hailee the rules she should abide So that the princess will rise without age to defeat        ⁃       Miss Harley ♥

It was simple; every time a storm was coming a person was always going. Away, it seems. Mysteriously. And in their place only notes and wilted roses can be found. I think it's quite poetic, however, in a very dark way.

“If Officer Don finds out I've disclosed very confidential files to a pair of 17-year-olds, he'll never trust me again,” said Uncle Sykes.

“You don't have to worry about Officer Don finding out, Uncle Sykes,” I reassured him. “We just wanted to know what's going on, and I didn't know who else to ask.”

Uncle Sykes wasn't born to be a landlord; he was a cop. He was a highly-respected, well-trained cop. His father was the landlord, but when he passed, Uncle Sykes had to step down from his position and take his father's place. He still keeps in touch with the officers at the station, and they keep him up-to-date as well. To me, he looks more like a stay-home officer than a landlord.

Uncle Sykes eyed me warily. “I hope you girls know what you're doing,” he said, leaving the apartment.

“At least we know when the next abduction happens‒”

I looked Mia dead in the eyes.“

If the next abduction happens,” Mia corrected herself, “we know it's going to be written by Miss Han.”

“Who in the world are Miss Han and Miss Harley anyway?” I asked, frustrated and tired of not knowing.

“Relax, Riles, we'll get this. No worries!”

“Ugh, I hope so.”

“But...”

“But?”

“...how will we know who their next target is when none of their poems are giving us a clue?”

“Well, obviously they wouldn't give us a clue, Mia. They're kidnappers, and unfortunately they're not stupid.”

She gave me a look. “You know what I mean, Riles. If they were kidnappers off the street they wouldn't even try leaving notes like these. They'd never risk it. These ladies aren't just any kidnappers; they're smart and crazy, and that is never a good combination. They're just playing with us with their stupid notes.”

“You're contradicting yourself.”

“Riles!”

I laughed. “Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

Mia gave a sad smile. I shared the same smile.

“Well, let's get to thinking; they don't have a specific criteria of targets, and their notes have no hint of a clue. We do know, however, that the notes were found after the abduction took place. That's all we know as of now. Where do we go from there?”

Silence.

Mia groaned in frustration. “I have no idea! I'm getting really irritated now.”

I laid my head on the couch and placed my arms over my eyes. I was dead tired and I was getting a headache.

“Maybe we should continue this tomorrow,” I suggested.

“Yeah,” Mia stood and gathered her stuff. “I guess so. Oh, and don't forget, we have a biology test tomorrow!” she said on her way out. The door shut before I could even reply.

“I basically don't care at this point!” I shouted the through the door.

A few minutes later, I got up from the couch and got ready for bed. As soon as my head plumped onto my pillow, I fell asleep within minutes.

Act 1: Scene 3

A few days passed and we still weren't getting anywhere.

I like to think that we were still safe as long as there were no storms, but I'm not going to push my luck. I'm still going to try to figure this out.

As I was eating breakfast, I could feel another headache coming. All I could think about were those wilted roses and those stupid notes and their stupid point and their stupid rhymes and‒

I got it.

“I got it!” I said, slamming my fists on the table.

What if the notes weren't given after the abduction?

What if they were given before?

That changes everything! If the notes were given before the abduction, that would serve as our warning, and since they don't use codenames for their victims, that would make saving the targets easier!

For the rest day, I told Uncle Sykes and Mia about my discovery, and they said they'll keep their eyes out for any notes and roses that may come by.

All that's left to do now is to wait.

                                                             * * *

“Have you noticed anything strange about my mom recently?”

I looked up at Mia. “Not really. Why?” I asked.

“Well, it's just... there are times when she's just her perky, normal self, but there are these times where she just acts so... formal and... regal around me, I guess. I don't know how to explain it, it's just so weird. And the way she smiles at me sometimes... god, I get so scared. It's like she's a completely different person and it's freaking me out.”

“Is that why you asked if you could come over today?”

“Yeah, she was being weird today. But she was fine yesterday. I don't know what's going on.”

I thought about it. “I'll walk home with you tonight, and I'll see for myself. Okay?”

She looked so scared when she just stared back at me.

“You'll be fine, Mia. She won't hurt you. That wouldn't be very... Aunt Meg of her,” I smiled.

She did her best to return it. “Thanks, Riles.”

                                                             * * *

When we got back to Mia's, Aunt Meg wasn't home. Mia breathed out a sigh of relief.

I started looking around the house.

“Riles? What are you doing?”

“Snooping, obviously.”

“Why?”

“Don't you want to know why Aunt Meg's been acting weird recently?”

“Well, I do, but... to think she'd do something... bad... I can't‒”

“Mia, it'll be fine. If anything's going on, we'll help her out, okay?”

She stared at me for the longest time. She stood so stiffly, like a soldier on alert.

“Okay?” I repeated.

“Alright, alright,” she finally said, relaxing. She then proceeded to join me in my search for... anything, basically.

I knew her house inside out. I knew every nook and cranny; I've been here more times than I can count.

What I didn't know was, there was a trap door right under their carpet in the hallway. As I was about to grab the latch, I heard Aunt Meg's voice come in through the front door.

“I'm home!” she sang. The same Aunt Meg I knew since I first met her.

“Hey, Mom,” Mia said reluctantly. “You okay?”

“Of course I am! Why would you ask that?”

“Hi, Aunt Meg!” I chirped.

“Oh hello, Riley! How are you?”

“I'm okay, Aunt Meg. I just walked Mia home,” I said cheerily. “I'm on my way home now, though.”

“Oh, alright! Be safe, okay?” advised Aunt Meg. She seems to be fine.

Mia came up to me and gave me a quick hug before I left.

“I'll come back tomorrow,” I whispered.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

She let go, and I made my way home. All I could think about the whole trip back was that trap door.

Act 1: Scene 4

“Good morning, Riley.”

Everything Mia described as formal and regal was right before my eyes. This was a completely different Aunt Meg and this was freaking me out.

She

was freaking me out. She had the aura of a queen: uptight and royal. She stood like one as well, as rigid as I've ever seen a lady try to attempt. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

“Oh, um, good morning, Aunt Meg.”

“Mia's in her room. She's waiting for you,” she smiled.

God, that smile was as terrifying as Mia said.

Just as I passed Aunt Meg to climb up to Mia's room, my nose picked up on a scent. My memories were sharp enough to remember what that is, and what that means. I felt fear rising up in my chest.

We needed to leave, like, right now.

“Mia, let's go,” I called as I opened her door. She wheezed past me in three long strides and was basically sprinting down the stairs as I tried to catch up.

“Bye, Mom,” Mia said with a forced smile.

“Bye, Mia,” replied Aunt Meg.

I nodded goodbye to Aunt Meg, or whoever that was.

“You see what I mean?”

“Yeah, I see it... who was that?”

“That's the thing, Riles. I have no idea.”

“But did you notice her scent?”

“No... why?”

“She smelled slightly of pine.”

                                                             * * *

I came home from school tired and hungry, and groaned at the fact that I still had to make dinner. However, when I made my way to the kitchen, a meal was already prepared, with a note from Uncle Sykes saying, “Made your dinner tonight. Take a break.”

I should thank him the next time I see him.

I busied myself with dinner while watching TV. The rest of my night was pretty chill, and I never knew I let my guard down until I heard the rumbling of thunder outside my window.

My head snapped around so fast I thought my neck would crack, and my fears were confirmed when I heard another cackle of thunder in the distance. The winds were vigorously shaking the trees, and the distinct sound of raindrops hitting the pavement below was enough to make my heart leap to my throat.

Before I can even properly register the storm, a note slipped through the crack under my door. I jumped out of my seat from the dining area and hastily made my way to the door. I grabbed the note and threw open the front door to find a wilted rose taped to it. My blood turned cold as my eyes scanned the note:

The princess is in need of a companion Who else better than the one closest to me? Princess Mia shall accompany young Hailee at her mansion And all of the kingdom will celebrate in glee       ⁃       Miss Han ♥

I brought the note up to my nose.

Pine.

My hands balled into fists as I scrambled to the couch to find my phone. As I grabbed it from under the pillows, I glanced up at the window. I began cursing silently under my breath as I dialed Mia's number in panic.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Fou‒

“Hello?”

“Oh thank goodness. Mia, you have to‒”

“Did a note come by?”

“Yes, but Mia, listen to me, I need you to leave the house right now.”

“What, why?”

“You're the next target, and Miss Han‒”

“But wait, what about Mom? She's not home yet.”

“Was she acting weird today?”

“She was fine when I got home.”

“Then if she's not home, she's safe. Just get out of there now.

I'm coming to get you.”I hung up. I'll tell her about Aunt Meg and Miss Han later, when we're all in our right minds, because now, we are definitely not in our right minds.

I needed to move. A storm was brewing.

                                                            * * *

“Uncle Sykes!” I yelled as I opened his front door. He really ought to lock his place up at all times.

“Uncle Sykes!” I yelled again and again, but received no response. He must be at the station. I don't have the luxury of time to go to the station and explain the whole situation to him, so I left the note on his table and sent him a quick text.

“Mia's in trouble. Come over ASAP.”

I sprinted to my bike right after. I threw all caution to the wind as I blindly pedaled towards danger, my five-minute bike ride taking forever in this storm. I find Mia on the other side of the road directly in front of her house, freezing in the cold of the rain. I got off of my bike halfway and ran to hug her, happy she was still here, safe and not missing. Yet.

I pushed that thought aside and asked her if she was okay.

“Yeah, I am. Thanks, Riles.”

In the midst of this awful storm I could her eyes were bloodshot. She must've been crying the whole time. Well, who wouldn't be crying in this kind of situation?

A pair of headlights temporarily blinded us and my fear was evident in the shaking of my legs, partly due to the cold, mostly due to the fear. I was freezing and scared, and I had no idea what to do next. I didn't come prepared with a plan; we were done for.

“Girls! Get in the car!”

I know that gruff voice when I hear it.

“Uncle Sykes!”

“I got your text. Hurry up and get in the car!”

I turned to look at Mia. She looked so helpless and fragile; she doesn't deserve this. She needed to get out of here.

I ran to the driver's side of the car as Mia hurriedly got in in the backseat.

“Uncle Sykes! Listen!” I had to yell over the rain. “Take Mia away from this town! The city where my parents are at shouldn't be too far from here! You guys meet with them and don't ever come back!”

“Riles, what are you saying? You're coming with us, right?” Mia cried.

“I have unfinished business to do in that house!” I pointed to Mia's place.

“Riley, this is not a good idea! I'm not having this conversation! Get in the car now!” Uncle Sykes said furiously.

Suddenly the street lamps and every single house on the block turned dark. The power's been cut, and we were running out of time.

“Just go!” I yelled.

I sprinted to the house as I heard Uncle Sykes click his tongue and Mia yelling over the sound of the rain, telling me to come back. The screeching of tires on asphalt gave me a feeling of relief, even as the fear in my chest was growing ever stronger. Sorry, Mia, Uncle Sykes. But I have to check that trap door.

I sprinted to the said trap door in the eerie darkness of the house and was surprised to find it already open. I used the flashlight from my phone to help me get down the ladder, and as I landed on solid ground to what seems like a closed-off chamber, my nose caught the slight scent of pine. I was overcome with nausea, and my eyesight was getting blurrier. I collapsed to the floor and felt the world grow dim. I heard the muffled sounds of footsteps and voices, praying it wasn't Mia and Uncle Sykes who had decided to come back. A few seconds later, I was engulfed in darkness.

Act 1: Scene 5

Finale

“You really out to conceal that horrid scent of yours, Miss Han.”

I munched on a glazed doughnut as I admired Miss Han's handiwork from the sides.

“How could I possibly do that, Miss Harley? It's my signature scent!” states Miss Han. Her regality got on my nerves sometimes.

“Well, it's thanks to your signature scent that stupid Riley was able to pick up on our tracks. We might have to relocate, seeing as four people have disappeared in one night. This was not part of the plan, Miss Han.”

“Oooh, excellent rhyme you've got there.”

I gave her a look. “I'm serious, Miss Han. Why did you target Meg's daughter of all people? And sent a note to Riley of all people? This would only end in disaster for us!”

“Well, why did you let Riley take charge, Miss Harley? You've been lying in wait in the same body for so long, you know you could just take over whenever you wanted, right?”

She had a point. “I decided to let Riley have a little bit of fun, let her play hero in this little act of ours. You should've seen her. Or me, in this case. She was yelling at her dear uncle and friend, telling them to get out of town. Apparently, that didn't end very well for the three of them.”

I stood by Riley's Aunt Meg, who I lovingly called Miss Han, and admired the kingdom we have built together.

In the center was little Hailee sat on her throne, dressed in the prettiest gown Miss Han had prepared. Her posture was befitting of a princess, hands on her lap and a crown on her head.

To her right was the brave knight Jared, donned in an armor that suits a young man as himself. His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, standing rigidly in alert as a knight should do for his princess.

To the left of young Hailee was the beautiful Queen Piper, poised with grace as her arms and legs were raised in a pirouette. I remember Riley finding out Ms. Piper did ballet, so I decided to add a little character to the lovely queen by arranging her position in a way that defined her. It was challenging to hold the pose, but I managed to do it anyway.

And the last two characters of our lovely little play, although the man was uncalled for, was lovely Princess Mia in a gown that rivaled little Hailee's, situated in front of the throne with her hand outstretched to the younger princess. Beside her lay Sykes the Slave, hunched over in ragged clothes, posed in an action of scrubbing the floor with an old rag.

And the magic in this setup is that they no longer have to worry about hunger and thirst and aging. This will be their kingdom for eternity, and we are the playwrights.

“Miss Harley,” Miss Han turned to look at me. “Perhaps we should get going soon.”

“Yes, Miss Han,” I agreed. “We have another storm to catch.”

‒ End of Act 1 ‒

Written: March 14, 2016

[jesliey]

Henlo you stinki poop. Go do all the asks, you stinki boi.

OH

alright boiz lets do this... *cracks knuckles*

under the cut because this gonna be fuckin long...

200: My crush’s name is:

Her name is Lucy, and she is really amazing, and thank fuck she doesnt have a tumblr...

199: I was born in: 

1996 BABEY

198: I am really:

Three gnomes in a trenchcoat.

197: My cellphone company is:

Telus, and im less than thrilled about that....bare minimum passable service at best

196: My eye color is:

Blue-grey ish

195: My shoe size is:

Depends on where i go, but generally 12 - 13~

194: My ring size is:

Oh fuck man i dont remember...i think i was 10.5 when i got mine fitted??

193: My height is:

6′3″~

192: I am allergic to:

Pet hair and dander mostly...nothing to the point of lethality, just making me wish it was...

191: My 1st car was:

Still dont own my first car, but if i had a choice of anything itd be a custom 1985 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am

190: My 1st job was:

First paying? Retail. Hated it, drove a forklift without a licence, got fired. Whoop.

189: Last book you read:

Not from start to finish, but i started Prison School a while ago

188: My bed is:

A single. Aint got that much room in student housing my guy...

187: My pet:

@vocoterra​

186: My best friend:

@vocoterra​

185: My favorite shampoo is:

Im a tresemme boi. Love me some silky smooth hair

184: Xbox or ps3:

PC

183: Piggy banks are:

Pretty much nonexistent in this house i think....

182: In my pockets:

This question is reserved for someone wearing pants

181: On my calendar:

I have a calendar?

180: Marriage is:

Optional

179: Spongebob can:

Live on forever in my heart, but i know it peaked at Band Geeks...

178: My mom:

Is short and angry and im lov her

177: The last three songs I bought were?

>bought

176: Last YouTube video watched:

175: How many cousins do you have?

Im Polish....its a lot....

174: Do you have any siblings?

2 step sisters, and a half sister!

173: Are your parents divorced?

Yup

172: Are you taller than your mom?

Yeah but thats not saying much...

171: Do you play an instrument?

170: What did you do yesterday?

Did computer maintenance for an hour, went to the gym with Lucy, came home and had realtalk with my upstairs neighbor for like 3 hours. It was a good day :D

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight:

Ehhh not really....attraction at first sight? Oh fuck yeah. Infatuation? Absolutely, but not love. Its two ways of knowing and understanding for each person involved, and a first meeting wont provide that.

168: Luck:

Randomness and chance is just not being far enough back to see all of the factors that come into play to influence an outcome. Those concepts only exist to explain something that cannot be currently understood.

167: Fate:

Not really. Choices and actions continuously influence the paths that everyone takes, and theres no such thing as not making a choice. Fate is all a matter of having the wisdom to discern which choices you want to make to reach a certain path. #deep

166: Yourself:

Fuck no that guys an asshole

165: Aliens:

In an infinite universe where we have no concept of its true size? I find it incredibly arrogant to assume that we live on the ONLY planet capable of hosting life out of something so infinite. #IWantToBelieve

164: Heaven:

Nah. I wont believe in anything until i can see it for myself.

163: Hell:

See above ^

162: God:

Im agnostic at best...if there is a “God” then they have a lot to answer for. Because they are either omnipotent or benevolent. I refuse to believe that a god can be both.

161: Horoscopes:

Its a nice little thought piece to pass the time, but i feel like human choices and actions shape personalities better than relative time of birth ever could

160: Soul mates:

Everyone is their own person with thoughts, feelings, responsibilities, and aspirations. Finding someone who is in every sense perfectly aligned with another in terms of “soul mates” is unlikely. Its all a spectrum of how well lifestyles can mesh.

159: Ghosts:

Nah fam.

158: Gay Marriage:

Spoiler Alert: Gay Marriage Is Just Marriage Between People Who Happen To Be Gay

157: War:

Its a reality, and as much as i hate it, due to human nature it is inevitable and almost necessary. War will never go away.

156: Orbs:

ＯＲＢＳ

155: Magic:

Its a term historically used to explain what cannot conventionally be explained. As soon as there is documentation and explanation, then it becomes a science and it can be studied.[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses:

I like me some huggin....

153: Drunk or High:

Both? Both....both is good. Gotta be careful with it though

152: Phone or Online:

Online mang

151: Red heads or Black haired:

I MEAN WHY CHOOSE??

150: Blondes or Brunettes:

I usually enjoy brunette more than blonde...

149: Hot or cold:

You can always put on more layers, but you can only take off so much before its a felony

148: Summer or winter:

Winter. Hot cocoa BITCHES~

147: Autumn or Spring:

Autumn season = Best season

146: Chocolate or vanilla:

I like me some vanilla

145: Night or Day:

Imma night owls ngl

144: Oranges or Apples:

Tough choice, but i love me some citrus

143: Curly or Straight hair:

yes

142: McDonalds or Burger King:

Wendy’s. Fight Me.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate:

White, but only in select quantities...

140: Mac or PC:

PC, but if more programs and games had support id choose linux

139: Flip flops or high heals:

Neither...im more of a work boot kind of guy...

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:

Jokes on you bud im ugly AND poor!

Ugly and rich tho. I can pay to fix my fucked up appearance, and youre damn right id use my money to fix up my town

137: Coke or Pepsi:

BEPIS BABEY YEAH

136: Hillary or Obama:

Remember when Obama reconciled with Japan for the dropping of nuclear ordinance on Hiroshima and also thanked them for anime? That was pretty damn cool of him.

I mean Hillary dabs though so i mean theres that

135: Burried or cremated:

Cremated. Not necessarily when i die. Just whenever. Surprise me.

134: Singing or Dancing:

Singing...i cant dance...

Cant do either, but at least i feel a bit better about my voice...

133: Coach or Chanel:

I dont understand the question....

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:

Wasnt a huge Taylor fan....Kat by default

131: Small town or Big city:

Both are nice, but i think i like the idea of disappearing in a big city more than the peace of a small town.

130: Wal-Mart or Target:

Im Canadian, so Walmart it is

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler:

Owen Wilson. Your move.

128: Manicure or Pedicure:

I dont remember which one is which, so whichever one does feet. My hands see frequent use, and it would not last.

127: East Coast or West Coast:

East Coast. Vancouver is the only thing the west has going for it in my eyes

126: Your Birthday or Christmas:

Birthday. I like having a day just all to myself. No one is gonna take that from me.

125: Chocolate or Flowers:

Ehhhh both are really temporary...wanna get me a gift that lasts? Make it a really cool looking sword

124: Disney or Six Flags:

DIDNEY WORL

123: Yankees or Red Sox:

[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War:

Its unclean at best, its inevitable, and its almost certainly necessary.

121: George Bush:

By comparison right now his administration is looking pretty good

120: Gay Marriage:

Completely legal and totally socially acceptable. The fact that its an issue is baffling to say the least.

119: The presidential election:

You guys elected the annoying orange so you tell me

118: Abortion:

Her body, her choice, end of discussion. Die mad about it.

117: MySpace:

An artifact of an internet age gone by...

116: Reality TV:

If i wanted to watch peoples daily lives, there are vlogs out there that are a thousand times more genuine than anything ive seen on network television

115: Parents:

They should do their absolute best to raise their child to be better than them. The next generation should always be pushed to be able to leave the world better than the previous generation did. Thats how humanity evolves.

114: Back stabbers:

Pretty sure theres a circle in hell dedicated entirely to them according to The Divine Comedy

113: Ebay:

Never tried it, but it has its uses.

112: Facebook:

Not worth my time.

111: Work:

All just to fuel my long term expensive hobby of making swords.

110: My Neighbors:

For most of them, completely indifferent. Theres a lady upstairs who is really nice.

109: Gas Prices:

Now i dont drive anymore, but theyre ridiculous...

108: Designer Clothes:

Completely unnecessary, and feeding the bougie capitalist machine, but I NEED THEM. I WANNA LOOK GOOD.

107: College:

Its hell, and im stuck there...

106: Sports:

SPORTS

SPORTBALL

105: My family:

At the end of the day they should be the people that you can fall back to no matter what.

104: The future:

Tired and jaded as to what it can bring. I survived 2016 so anything that is yet to come might as well happen.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone:

Its been a couple weeks....for someone who very much enjoys physical affection im actually pretty shy and touch starved....

102: Last time you ate:

Yesterday at about 4 ish...i should really eat something...

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile:

Yesterday actually! I dont get to see my old highschool friends too often, so im glad i went to see one yesterday

100: Cried in front of someone:

Oh fuck its been a while...came close last night, but not quite.

99: Went to a movie theater:

Probably to go see Rogue One....I enjoyed it at the time, but its a bad Star Wars movie. I cant remember a single thing about it.

98: Took a vacation:

OH FUCK ITS BEEN A WHILE I DONT EVEN REMEMBER

97: Swam in a pool:

Years at the very least...

96: Changed a diaper:

Never...I was an only child growing up, and i never babysat

95: Got my nails done:

Ehhhh like a year or so?

94: Went to a wedding:

A couple months ago! Thats probably the last time i cried in front of someone actually!

93: Broke a bone:

Never broken a bone before, and im not about to start

92: Got a peircing:

You could not pay me enough money to have someone jab needles through my flesh

91: Broke the law:

I pirate frequently so like maybe a day or two

90: Texted:

While i was writing this[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most:

Oh prolly @vocoterra

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:

The comfort of being at home...i like going out, but nothing else feels like home

87: The last movie I saw:

Pass Thru by Neil Breen...i was stoned out of my gourd when i saw it, so i knew it was either gonna make perfect sense or none at all, but what i didnt expect was for it to do both at the same time

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most:

Im going to see Nightwish in a couple weeks so thatll be really fun!

85: The thing im not looking forward to:

Midterms are still going on...

84: People call me:

By my name usually

83: The most difficult thing to do is:

Pee with a boner. Prove me wrong. Ill wait.

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket:

Not a speeding ticket, but i did get a ticket for going too fast passing a fresh accident

81: My zodiac sign is:

Cancer

80: The first person i talked to today was:

In person? My landlords wife came by for a viewing, but i talked to the nice lady living upstairs over snapchat first

79: First time you had a crush:

The first one that comes to mind was a girl i was in daycare with growing up named Tori. I dont really remember what happened to her, but i guess she moved away.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from:

Thats the thing. I can hide things from everyone. Most of the time i dont because im bad at lying, but there are a lot of things i will take to my grave. Most of them dont even involve me directly.

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking:

Last night when the upstairs neighbor came down to talk. Its kind of odd how on-the-same-page we were about a lot of the things we talked about

76: Right now I am talking to:

Neighbor lady. She has a date today and shes pretty nervous and wants someone to talk it out with.

75: What are you going to do when you grow up:

Hopefully be less of a mess of hot garbage, but ill settle for freelance software developer and occasional swordsmith

74: I have/will get a job:

Ive found work pretty reliably through temp agencies. Theres never a shortage of manual labour that needs to be done.

73: Tomorrow:

Is saturday. Whats the question?

72: Today:

Is friday. I have a game to go to in about 30 mins.

71: Next Summer:

Ill hopefully be doing an IT internship if my parents can pull some strings at their work. Ill see what happens.

70: Next Weekend:

Nothing major going on i think...

69: I have these pets:

@vocoterra

68: The worst sound in the world:

@vocoterra

67: The person that makes me cry the most is:

Ehh im pretty emotionally calloused by this point...i think itll take a lot to make me cry

66: People that make you happy:

Friends from highschool. @vocoterra. Some of my newer college friends. Definitely my parents.

65: Last time I cried:

Wasnt this asked already? Pretty sure it was a wedding.

64: My friends are:

Gay dumbasses

63: My computer is:

RIPPED AS HELL AND CUSTOM BUILT

62: My School:

Its kinda shitty

61: My Car:

Nonexistent

60: I lose all respect for people who:

Commit sexual assault.

59: The movie I cried at was:

Bridge to Terabithia....dont lie you did too

58: Your hair color is:

Light brown/dirty blonde ish?

57: TV shows you watch:

The Netflix Marvel TV series’

I was a particular fan of Luke Cage

56: Favorite web site:

9 times outta 10 itll be youtube. Theres just everything to watch there.

55: Your dream vacation:

Scotland highlands, rural Japan, or urban Poland

54: The worst pain I was ever in was:

Depression

53: How do you like your steak cooked:

Medium rare like god intended

52: My room is:

Reasonably tidy i think...got a few things lying around that i should pick up

51: My favorite celebrity is:

Taliesin Jaffe. I hold an immense respect for him.

50: Where would you like to be:

Anywhere where im not writing this honestly....

49: Do you want children:

Yes, but i will never father my own. There are too many genetic fuck ups for me to want to pass this on.

48: Ever been in love:

No. Thought i was a couple times, but its supposed to be reciprocated. It never was, therefore I never have been.

47: Who’s your best friend:

I tagged him like 4 times in this post already it should be obvious

46: More guy friends or girl friends:

Pretty even split i think

45: One thing that makes you feel great is:

Coming back after home after the gym. Just the relaxation of it is unforgettable.

44: One person that you wish you could see right now:

No one in particular at this moment. Im heading out to see friends in a few minutes so im enjoying alone time

43: Do you have a 5 year plan:

Farthest i really go is about 2

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die:

Nope. If i start, it wont end. Theres too much that the world has to offer, so ill just find what i like as i go.

41: Have you pre-named your children:

I did. Thats never happening though.

40: Last person I got mad at:

Last night i remembered some of the more racist shit that some of my friends can just get away with in that particular group and i genuinely fucking hate it.

39: I would like to move to:

Maybe somewhere in Germany. The only place i can think of in Canada would be Vancouver, but even then ehhh...

38: I wish I was a professional:

Ass Eater

[ My Favorites ]

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37: Candy: Coffee Crisp36: Vehicle: 1985 Pontiac Trans Am35: President: Obama34: State visited: Tennessee 33: Cellphone provider: Wind32: Athlete: Shiho Yoshimura31: Actor: Taliesin Jaffe30: Actress: Laura Bailey29: Singer: Rob Swire28: Band: Sabaton27: Clothing store: Mark’s Work Warehouse26: Grocery store: Food Basics25: TV show: JJBA24: Movie: The Boondock Saints or American history X23: Website: Youtube22: Animal: Potoo Bird21: Theme park: Canada’s Wonderland20: Holiday: SPOOKYWEEN19: Sport to watch: CSGO18: Sport to play: Sportball17: Magazine: I dont read maagazines...16: Book: 198415: Day of the week: Thursday14: Beach: Whichever is the closest one to where i live. Theyre all far away...13: Concert attended: Soon Nightwish! :D12: Thing to cook: SPAGEDDY11: Food: Sushi10: Restaurant: Pho Dau Bo9: Radio station: My phones music library8: Yankee candle scent: Anything lavender7: Perfume: I prefer cologne...6: Flower: Lavenders and Lilacs5: Color: Royal Blue4: Talk show host: Uhhh...3: Comedian: Bo Burnham2: Dog breed: Corgi or Samoyed1: Did you answer all these truthfully: Fuck yeah i did

[wanderlustxolove]

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

No, I am the type to believe in aliens and ghosts

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3 I'd say somewhere in the middle

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Trump or Paris Hilton

4. What is your favorite word?

Content- I don't hear it enough or feel it as much as Id like

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

A maple I feel like

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Wow my eyelashes are still curled hahaha

7. What shirt are you wearing?

A dress because I am at work

8. What do you label yourself as?

I don't label myself, but I guess I would say optimistic, outgoing soccer mom(without the kids lol)

9. Bright room or dark room?

Bright during the day, pitch black at night

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Sleeping

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

I think I would say either 21 or 22. I am 22 and this has been the most peaceful I have ever been but 21 was London and that was the most amazing experience of my life

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Sissy

13. Your worst enemy?

Lmao any of my ex's fam probs

14. What is your current desktop picture?

The beach at sunrise

15. Do you like someone?

No feelings at all

16. The last song you listened to?

Ready set lets roll Chase Rice

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Nobody bc that is scary. I do not have that much hate

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Ex boyfriend's brother

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

My brother bc he is lazy as shit and never does chores, I would just make him clean everything

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

My smile I think. But my eyes are pretty, they're green. Also, people like my butt hahaha

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I would be average height, handsome probably, and I would totally play with my penis bc I don't have one and that would be cool

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

Nope, none at all I am lame

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

I don't think it is unique but losing my parents

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Grilled tomato and cheese or a RUEBEN no def the rueben

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Save that ish, put it in my bank savings

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

St. Maarten

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Patron silver lets goooo

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

Be respectful of everyone

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My money/passport

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

My ex

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

London!!!

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

PopPop

34. What was your last dream about?

My two jobs combining into one, but everyone was confused about their job roles hahah

35. Are you a good….kisser?

Yes I sure am

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Yes for an ovarian cyst that burst

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Obv from upstate NY

38. What is the color of your socks?

Wearing black tights

39. What type of music do you like?

Country/rap/hip hop/r&b

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Both are amazing

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Vanilla

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

Dallas Cowboys and don't have a soccer team

43. Do you have any scars?

yes a tiny one on my wrist I don't know how I got, and on my heel from my first night ever waitressing

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

Honestly, I would love to marry a professional athlete so we could travel, have exciting adventures, and the leisure for me to work part time/volunteer and raise a family. But since that may not happen, I would like something that allows me to be creative and flexible and may include travel

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

How much I complain and nag.. But I get it from my momma

46. Are you reliable?

Very

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Are you happy with how life has turned out? Have you settled/for what?

48. Do you hold grudges?

Not really

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

A dog/jungle cat

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

Would you rather with friends

51. Are you a good liar?

Not in the slightest, I am very honest because of that

52. How long could you go without talking?

As long as I can sleep lol

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

Eh idk either bangs or a bob.. Both horrible

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

I think so but I actually don't know

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

OMG SO BAD AT ACCENTS

56. What do you like on your toast?

jam, avocado, PB, nutella

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

the beach for KP

58. What would be you dream car?

White Jeep Wrangler, 4 door, tan interior leather

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

Shower, brush my teeth

60. Do you believe in aliens?

Oh yes

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

When it pops up in Cosmo or my tumblr feed

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

I don't have one

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies?

They are so cute, I can wait to have them though, and I want all boys and one girl