#if i'd included everything i carry in my backpack at all times it would be over for you bitches

[sunrise--parabellum]

POV you see me in the bus (draw harry in your outfit challenge)

[image description: a quick pen drawing over a pencil sketch of harry du bois from disco elysium. he is wearing jeans, dr martens, and a colourful shirt over a black sweatshirt. he is holding a bag in one hand and a phone in the other. he is also wearing over-ear wired headphones. each of them are labelled with skill points in the style of disco elysium./

Music & headphones: + 1 Inland Empire (cool tunes), -1 Perception (can't hear shit), +1 Endurance (don't have to hear shit), -1 Hand/Eye Coordination (keep forgetting about the wire)

Thick thrifted jeans: +1 shivers (still coated in mud since gardening), +1 Endurance (comfy), -1 Authority (look ill-fitted)

Black Doc Martens: +1 Pain threshold (holds ankles well), +1 Drama (self-explanatory), -1 Reaction Speed (heavy)

Magic bag: -1 Savoir Faire (theft-proof (difficult to open)), +1 Esprit de Corps (gay edition)(rainbow flag hand stitched), +1 Pain threshold (sunglasses), +1 Logic (extra tote bag), +1 Interfacing (pens + screwdriver), +1 Electrochemistry (pain killers), etc

Ugly shirt: +1 Suggestion (charismatically ugly), +1 Rhetoric (silk but thrifted for £4! so my mum won't complain even though she hates it)

Black Sweater: +1 Pain Threshold (warm), -1 Endurance (too warm)

/end ID]

[distortionswife]

JonMartin fic: Together is always better

( Part 1 )

-- note before the fic: this is set after 159 but before the hell that is 160. SO SPOILERS FOR MAG 1-160 --

Together is always better.

" That's the thing, isn't it? Ever since that day... The day Jon came for me, the day Jon took me out of the lonely... Ever since then, we've just been happy.

And if I'm honest, I couldn't be happier. I'm glad we aren't in there anymore, in the institute... It feels so free. I've never seen Jon smile as much, he's so excited to move in with me and I feel the same!"

Martin smiled to himself, writing down his many thoughts in his journal, reminiscing on how everything was better now. He had to kill some time while Jon was getting to his cabin.

" Oh, I'm so excited... Jon doesn't know what i have planned for us but I just know he's going to love it! We'll sort out his stuff and settle him in... We'll drink something and then I'll take him to my favorite spot.

I have a backpack ready with everything we could need, including every little thing Jon can worry about; I have a notebook, first aid kit, one of those little fans for food, so that there can't get any bugs into his drink!

Oh I can't wait to write today down, to capture Polaroids of our day together... To hopefully capture that loving smile, the smile that makes me absolutely melt."

And suddenly the bell rang, it was Jon!

Martin had a moment of panic as he didn't know what to do, his hands up as he looked around quickly, closing the journal and putting it away. He yelled a quick "COMING!" before he bolted it for the door, looking as calm as can be.

Which wasn't calm at all, the sweetheart was a nervous wreck and it showed.

"H-Hey Jon! I wasn't expecting you this soon... N-Not that I mind! Gosh no!" Martin rambled, scratching the back of his head as Jon just smiled up at him.

"I'm happy to see you too, Martin..." Jon chuckled so sweetly, looking well taken care of for once. He did that as of late, since Martin seemed to like it. And if he could make Martin happy with those little things... Maybe it was worth it.

Martin let him in and helped carry some stuff to the bedroom. Jon surprisingly didn't have much, just a big suitcase with everything he held dear.

"Do you want anything to drink? Or do you want to unpack first? Anything is fine with me, so please tell me." Martin giggled a little, smiling at Jon, who just seemed at ease, for once.

Jon looked around for a moment, admiring the gentle and soft colored interior. The U-Shaped kitchen island, the white countertops with light blue cabinets, the metallic gray fridge, the microwave resting on top of one of the counters... How every cabinet held cups, plates, spices, drinks... He's never felt his at home before and it was... nice.

"Ah- Sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment," Jon apologized with a hearty chuckle, "If you don't mind, I'd like to unpack first... It isn't much so I'll be done in a moment."

Martin nodded and brought Jon in for a hug, "I'll see you in a moment, then. I'll go brew the tea and coffee while you unpack."

Jon nodded at Martin, his gaze lingering for a moment as he noticed those tiny details he honestly has grown to love... The freckles on his cheeks or the way his glasses are never on straight.

But that gaze was soon broken, as Martin had let go of Jon to go make tea in the kitchen. And so, Jon set off to the master bedroom they now shared.

Once in there, he opened his big brown suitcase, seeing everything he had packed... Including his favorite photo. He knew how he hated that photo at the time... The very first photo of Jon and Martin together, on the very first work day. Elias had insisted that everyone took pictures together as it would make the team stronger or some workplace bonding type BS.

But... He cherished that photo now, smiling as he saw them still so young and... unharmed. Oh how he longed for those times, no worm scars, no paranoia and most importantly, no eye that was constantly watching and hungering for more.

But Jon didn't adore Martin back then, he wouldn't have what they have now... And that wasn't worth it. Some scars and trauma over Martin?

Martin was his reason for everything... He didn't think he'd still be here if it weren't for him..

But Jon shook off those many thoughts, just happy to finally be somewhere safe... somewhere he's happy. And Martin made him very happy.

Jon continued to unpack, various sweaters, blouses... Some of Martin's hoodies he had stolen... All put away in a second closet, it seemed Martin even did that... After all, the little note on the door said "I got you a closet of your own, so you don't have to panic which clothes are mine and which are yours <;3"

He bumped into the desk by accident, seeing a notebook fall out and looking curiously. Jon saw the words "Jon" and "surprise" and he just closed the book, he didn't wish to know it for once.

He trusted Martin, after all.

It wasn't long before Jon was done, walking to Martin with a gentle smile, he felt relaxed. Part of him wondered how long it would last.

Martin sat him down with a cup of oolong tea, just relaxing for a moment. The two joked a bit about how in the end, it was always going to be them, even if Jon hated him in the beginning.

It was almost time..

"Hey, uhm, Jon? I was wondering something, would you be interested in coming with me somewhere? It's just a beautiful spot I'd like to show you..." Martin spoke, trying to be as confident without leading Jon on to accidentally reveal what he had in mind.

"Oh? Well, I'd love to, actually... But do you have--" Jon started,

Martin immediately cut him off with a chuckle, "Yes, I have everything, including the first aid kit, the tape recorder and a notebook... I've got everything you could ever need, with me."

Jon laughed softly at that, "Well... I guess I'm ready to go then, please lead the way, Martin."

Oh how Jon wasn't used to this, but how he adored it... Martin knew him so well and for once, it wasn't a bad thing.

Martin got up from his seat and walked over to Jon, putting his hand out. Jon immediately took it as he got up, letting go and walking towards the front door.

Both put on their respective coats, it was quite chilly outside and neither of them were in the mood to get sick, even if it'd mean they could cozy up together.

Martin wasn't sure what level of intimacy Jon was comfortable with, of course he was never going to push him on it, that felt unnecessary and wouldn't be good on his part... So he waited until Jon told him or made the move. They hadn't even held hands yet...

Jon stood in front of Martin, noticing him drifting off again, that same misty look in his eyes. "Martin? Martin! Martin come back to me!"

Martin flinched lightly and blinked rapidly, "H-Huh? Oh- Was I drifting off in thought again..? My bad..."

Jon smiled in a reassuring way, taking a hold of Martin's hand, rubbing his thumb over it in an attempt to ease him. Although, both of them blushed very lightly at the gesture. "It's okay, don't worry... I've got you, I won't let you fall back into that place..."

Martin felt himself melt, his heart fluttering with such adoration for the paranoid man before him... He knew he had a heart, just because some eye made him monster-like, didn't mean he wasn't able to care anymore.

"Thank you"

"Of course."

And with that, they left the house, hands intertwined with a gentle almost cautious hold.

Martin lead the way, watching Jon for if he needed to slow down his speed. Whenever Martin got excited, he'd walk faster and talk faster, after all. Not that Jon minded, he always seemed to smile as Martin spoke, it'd fluster the boy whenever he did notice it.

The walk was nice and quiet, going over meadows and through the nearby forest, the lighting of the sun illuminating their path so beautifully and it almost felt... romantic. The golden glow of the low hanging sun, giving them enough warmth to not be too chilly, paired with the gentle rustling noises of leaves in the breeze... It was perfect.

Then they arrived near a big pen, where Martin's favorite cows stood. He let out an excited yelp and ran towards them, many of the cows going towards him as well.

Jon smiled at that alone, bringing out his own camera and taking a few pictures of Martin with the brown highland cows. Oh that smile... What did he do to deserve someone such as Martin?

"Jon! Jon! Come here!! Quick!!" Martin said, seeming even more excited than before.

And Jon, of course, walked over hastily, partially worried something was wrong, probably not reading Martin's tone correctly.

Martin pointed at a calf, it was fluffy and near it's mother.

"Remember that I told you about Bertha being pregnant a few months back? Well... it looks like she had her baby!" Martin explained, squeezing his hands as he held back the excitement that wanted to come out. He couldn't hold it back completely, so his arms waved back in forth in a flapping manner while he watched the new calf.

"That's really exciting, Martin! And it looks so well, too!" Jon replied, happy to see Martin in his true element.

Martin nodded very excitedly, watching as Bertha walked to him with the calf, almost as if to show him off. Martin reached out his hand after the mother gave him permission, the calf sniffed at Martin's hand before pressing his head into the hand.

Jon took a few more pictures, knowing Martin would want this moment captured nonetheless.

After a little more cuddling with the cows, they were back on their way, with Martin's promise that they were "almost there"

Their little walk ended in the beautiful flowery meadow, a beautiful sight of the setting sun and... A picnic cloth and basket..? Oh Martin really did have it all planned out.

Jon felt his own heart flutter a bit at the sight, sitting where Martin told him to, looking over everything in complete awe. Although his heart sank a bit when he felt that damned urge again, looking almost apologetically to his love. "Martin I-"

"No, no, don't worry! I expected it..." Martin smiled, putting down the tape recorder and the notebook with a pen, "I will be a little further away, you can see me if you want to... But wave to me when you're done!"

Jon nodded and watched him leave, before focusing on what kept him alive, recording another statement, about the ones who were once buried down here deep below... And the few that are still breathing.

Martin, in the meantime, was picking flowers, planting a flower seed wherever he picked them. He looked back at Jon, seeing his eyes glow once more, his back hunched.. "Good god Jon has TERRIBLE posture," he thought...

But while he waited, Martin turned the flowers into a flower crown, somehow knowing the dimensions of Jon's head perfectly. A mixture of blue and green flowers to symbolize the two of them.

He watched Jon while he made the statement, from afar so it wouldn't tire him out. Even like this, Martin found a way to adore him.

He waited and waited, how long was this statement? It's taking quite some time.. Oh-! He's done.

Martin giggled a little as he saw Jon waving in an almost exaggerated way, unsure if he'd see a tiny wave.

Either way, Martin made his way back to Jon, sitting on the other side of the picnic basket. He took out some Tupperware boxes with various foods, such as sandwiches and little deserts he had made... the canister with hot tea, some cups... Everything they could need.

"Oh Martin... Did you do all of this for us...?" Jon spoke, practically falling for Martin again.

"Yes! I wanted our first actual date type outing to be special... So... Everything is homemade... It's everything you like, that you told me, I mean... So please, enjoy it.. for me?" Martin explained, a big smile on his face as he offered Jon a cup of tea.

"Thank you... But before we continue this... I have something for you, Martin... And it may be cliche... But I like it." Jon chuckled a little nervously, grabbing something from his pocket and handing it to Martin. It was a small wrapped gift.

Once Martin opened it, it held a locket of some kind, a heart shaped locket with a photo of the two of them.

"I-I know it's nothing grand and as I said, cliche and maybe cheesy... But i wanted to give you something so I'd always be close to you... So you have something to look at if you miss me..." Jon explained, his cheeks red as he did. He was never the one for materialistic gifts, as he was quite bad at figuring out what someone would want as a gift.

Martin teared up, smiling oh so happily at Jon as he held it to his chest, "Oh Jon..."

Jon, however, didn't understand that this was a good type of crying. He immediately cupped Martin's face, his own expression filled with worry. "I-Is it too much? Does it remind you of something you don't like? I-I-I can bring it back and get you something else!"

Martin laughed softly, moving his hands to cup Jon's face as well, "Please don't... I love it..."

"Y-You do..? But- But you're crying!" Jon said feeling confused at the mixed reaction Martin gave off.

"It's a good type of crying, Jon... It's crying out of happiness... I really love it... Thank you." Martin spoke, his love for Jon evident in every way; in his voice, his eyes, his gentle hold.

"I love you, Martin.."

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And that's the end of part one.

I'd absolutely love to write more but I'm also very sick at the moment so I'm splitting up the story into two parts, I hope you don't mind!

The fluffiness is definitely continuing in part two <3

And sorry if it's a little short, once more, I'm sick so I write what I can! and do tell me if you liked it!

[rose-riot-johnson]

Can I get a Shinsou comfort fluff( as usual ) with a afab reader with major depressive disorder and an eating disorder ( abusive family had influenced this, the reader is a normal weight but has been gaining weight from medication for their mental illness ). Mentions of the nickname kitten from Shinsou and he calls them his "girlfriend". Please and thank you~!! ( this is entirely self indulgent, as always as I'm struggling hardcore atm)

Ofcourse Aevyn😁👍 And this fanfic as a whole is definitely something I would definitely write about😃👍 And you're very welcome😁👍 Apologies ahead of time for adding the angst genre😅 I figured I'd add "they/them" part, because I wasn't sure if you wanted the "they/them" part, as well😅 Hopefully you enjoy this fanfic😃👍

*Note: This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🫂 Shinsou Loves Me More Than My Family, Ever Did And Ever Will🫂(Adult Hitoshi Shinsou x afab (assigned female at birth) (They/Them) reader)

Genres: Comfort fluff (or Comfort and Fluff) and Angst (Warning⚠️: Eating Disorder, chubby phobia (pertaining the any of the reader's family members), Mentions of depressive disorder, mentions of throwing up (or puke), language, and abuse from family)

When you first met Hitoshi Shinsou (he was already a pro hero), he was at a book store, as he couldn't help, but notice you at the manga section. When the both of you introduced yourselves to eachother, the both of you immediately bonded somehow, so he decided to exchange cellphone numbers with you. As the both of you got to know eachother, within the matter a weeks you decided to ask him out when it comes to being in a relationship with him, which ofcourse he will say yes to you, because he wants to be in a relationship with you, as well.

While you have told Shinsou that you have a major depressive disorder before getting into a relationship with him, at the same time, despite of your major depressive disorder things, Shinsou thought everything was sunshines and rainbows, at first. However one day, when you decided to spend the night at his place, he notices that whenever he asks you if you wanted to eat the food he offered, you refused it, including chicken nuggets. So, while you were in the bathroom, he decided to check your backpack to see what medicine you were taking. He doesn't usually snoop by any means, however with you refusing food and you not opening up about personal stuff (aside from your major depressive disorder), ofcourse he will be concerned about you.

The next thing that happened was after Shinsou started digging though your personal belongings in your backpack, he discovered some meds in your backpack and not just antidepressants... He also discovered a few bottles of weight loss meds that you bought. He was shocked about the amount of bottles weight loss (pills and/or gummies) you had in your backpack.

Once Shinsou puts all of your personal belongings exactly the way you had all of your stuff back inside of your backpack, he heard you throwing up, so he rushed to the bathroom and luckily the bathroom door was unlocked (otherwise he would have to break the door down). Unfortunately he found you passed out, from throwing up. So, he decided to clean you, before getting you dressed into your pajamas, then carrying you to his bed so you can rest easily.

When you finally regained consciousness, you saw Shinsou across from you as you asked, "What happened? Why am I in my pajamas right now, Shinsou?", as you realized you're no longer in your regular clothes. Shinsou replied, "Well my kitten... I knew something was more going on with you, than what you're telling me, especially about your major depressive disorder... So I did something I really hate doing to other people's personal belongings, which was looking through your backpack... Then I discovered that antidepressants aren't the only meds you were taking...", as he grabbed your backpack, then to dump your personal belongings on his bed (where he had you rest in), as he then continued, "After I put your stuff back exactly where they were in your backpack, I heard you throwing up, I rushed in the bathroom to see, if you were okay... Unfortunately I found you passed out, however you're lucky that you left the door unlocked, otherwise who knows what else could have happened... Care to explain why you're refusing food, taking a bunch of weight loss meds, throwing, and everything else you're going through? I need you to tell me, because I care about you and aside from your major depressive disorder, you haven't opened up to me about anything personal once... Please quit hiding stuff from me, my girlfriend... You're very precious to me..." You were shocked about the fact he told you everything he did and said, as you then had to think on wheather or not you're ready to open up to him.

You then decided to open up to Shinsou, as you know he is right. You then said, "Well Shinsou it's complicated... I know I told you I have a major depressive disorder and I never told you anything else otherwise... However both my major depressive disorder and my eating disorder is because of how my family has treated me and they still don't treat me the greatest... Brother's have called me names since probably before I was in my preteens, especially names, such as fatty and fat ass, even if I was at good weight and it has gotten worse after i gained only a few pounds from my antidepressants that I'm on. Then when I do something that upsets my dad or don't do everything my dad wants, my dad called me names, and/or threatened to disown me and/or threatened me with his cane, you name it... My mom also never wants to hear anything I say nor gives a damn about how I feel, unless it's something she wants to hear or when any of my past relationships went to hell or stuff like that. Because of my witchy mom, a couple my past relationships got ruined! And when she found out I was in a relationship with you, she only keeps getting on my case about you, Shinsou!". Shinsou then asked, "What do you mean, she got on your case about me, when I don't even remember meeting her yet, hun?". You then answered, "Well she keeps saying that you need a "real job", because she believes that "pro hero work isn't a real job" and you should all the coming over and I'm not allowed to be in a relationship with anyone unless makes her and my whole family happy and other bullshit she fucken comes up with. So, the only reason why I spent the night, because I lied to my family and told them that I was going to a family friends house to spend the night... I really wish I wouldn't have to live with my abusive family! If I had my way I would live far away from them as possible, because I couldn't take the stress anymore. I want to get out of this hellhole that I feel, so obligated to deal with when it comes to my family. They are the reason why I'm on antidepressants and weighloss meds... They're the reason why I have a major depressive disorder and eating disorder...", as you then began to sob.

Shinsou then hugged you, as he said, "I'm sorry to hear you've been going through this, my kitten. You never deserve the treatment you have been getting from your family. I get your mom might want to protect you, at the same time, from what I'm understanding, she is too overbearing. So, you're right about your family being abusive. Would you like to live with me, my girlfriend? I can even makesure your family won't know where you live, if that's what you want or if you decide on that.". You then stopped sobbing, as you had to think about making a decision on wheather or not you feel that it would be a good idea to live with him, even without your family knowing it... Then you told Shinsou that you decided to live with him, unbeknownst your family and to also get a restraining order against your entire family, as well.

After you told Shinsou your decision, he decided to cook for you, which he madesure you eat atleast something, because he wants to makesure you don't keep feeling sick from not eating food or lacking food. He tells you that he loves you and that you always will be worthy for love, regardless if you're happy with your body (and/or weight) or not. Shinsou also help you with chores. He also will give you massages and any other form of care you need, plus he will do his best to fulfill your needs. He has shown you more care than anyone ever did, including your abusive family. You knew that living with Shinsou was the best decision you had ever made.

Once you changed your address and managed to file a restraining order that will keep your family away from your abusive family for a super long time, you began to feel like you have more freedom, than you ever had in your entire life, before that night you spent the night at Shinsou's place. You knew you're in better hands, than you ever were. Eversince you started living with Shinsou, your life has been, so much better.

🫂The End🫂

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoy this fanfic 😃👍And @hitoshislover , I hope you enjoyed this fanfic, as well😁👍With certain parts of this fanfic i did put alot of thought in, in a way🤔 Anyways, I really hope this fanfic makes your day, Aevyn🫂😁👍

[stardusthuntress]

you guys, there are WAY TOO MANY LOOSE ENDS regarding Tech there at the end....

(fair warning, this is another one of my longwinded rants)

"the only thing we were able to recover", his goggles...

which he records everything with... Hemlock knew each of the men and quickly caught on to their paternal attachment to Omega, do you really think he didn't do his homework and find out Tech records everything as a hobby? It wouldn't be hard to figure out. video files are pretty big, so why does a clone like him have petabytes of data? Oh, because they're all recordings of his experiences! gold mine of data, right there. Even if Hemlock couldn't access the files, the quantity, and regularity of how often they were uploaded to his personal data (I'm guessing after every mission or two) relative to how long each mission took would be a pretty clear indicator of what they are

so, what did they see? What did the goggles see? And what did the Empire see in his last moments? What recordings did they pull from his goggles, and what did they leave behind for the batch to find when they download his last recordings? You know Echo is gonna wanna see it. Or did Tech use those last moments as he fell to wipe all his data to protect his family?

they didn't recover ANYTHING from his datapad?

none of his tools from his belt? You're telling me the man doesn't carry duplicates of his intel?

and someone pointed out his goggles were UNDER his helmet... I'd like to add to that, that while that could explain how it survived since it was protected by his helmet, it also seems weird. The goggles mark the weak point in his helmet. His face is only partially protected. that visor doesn't really shield his eyes, and the goggles only sorta make up for that... why are the lenses shattered and everything else is completely intact? That doesn't seem weird to anyone else?

Tech is enhanced. The Empire, and that creep Hemlock, totally would steal anything they could from his remains, including his DNA - so like blood samples or stem cell samples or anything to help them figure out how to make more like him, or to make future clones even less like him (so like easier to brainwash)

And besides, Hunter brushed off a huge tumble down a mountain at the end of season 1. Yeah, he used his knife, the mountain, and the trees to slow his fall, but do you really think Tech didn't have SOMETHING ready for a scenario like this? Sure, this is still a little too high to really prepare for.... but we know jetpacks were even supplied if they wanted them! Do you really think he didn't manage to get a hold of, or build one of his own that could be hidden in that backpack of his?

the backpack, which he is wearing when he falls!

No parachute? Nothing to help break a fall? He already had a box fall on him earlier in the season, you think he wouldn't have something ready to go so that doesn't happen again. Whether it's something falling on him, or him falling on top of something else, it's basically the same thing. Nothing? The genius was not prepared to save a life in the blink of an eye? That doesn't sound like Tech to me

and the parallels to Echo's "end" at the Citadel! We only see his goggles, not his remains. When Echo "died" the first time, we only saw his helmet and Fives' reaction to it. We did not see his body. Echo survived a ship exploding in his face... a ship no doubt loaded with lots of very explosive stuff. Gregor survived the same thing, with a hell of a lot more explosive stuff. They built the clones to be tough as nails! Wrecker and Gregor take multiple stun blasts to drop! And you're gonna tell me the most brilliant mind of them all didn't see a way to survive a fall? While that is technically feasible, it seems very un-Star-Wars-like to me. This is a universe where people survive shit they shouldn't all the time.

Maybe I'm doing this because I'm in denial... maybe. Because I will not accept a Star Wars universe that does not include Tech from this point on.

But I firmly believe there are far too many loose ends here to confirm anything. But of course, they're gonna torture us with it for at least a year, until the next season comes out. They tortured us with Echo's death for far longer than that. And it's not like we didn't all start watching Clone Wars not knowing how it ends. Same goes for Andor. They're gonna use him to torture us for as long as they please. After all, the same man whose job it is to come up with Palpatine's plans is also running this show.... but anyways. Sure, it fits with the tragedy that is Star Wars, but remember how attached Dave also is to hope - it is the star wars catchphrase after all - and to loopholes? He brought Ahsoka back! Now that he knows how much Tech means to us, will he do the right thing and bring him back? I don't think he really realized the extent of Tech's importance to the fanbase, especially after the development he was given this season

What was that he told Omega in the cave, again? Something about we always find a way?

[lightbarebunnies]

Hello! I saw that you have opened up requests and are willing to do match-ups! Could I possibly have one, please?

I'm 5'9'' and a little on the heavier side (she/her) with shoulder length, curly red hair and gray/blue eyes.

As for my hobbies, I love to draw and paint (charcoal is one of my favorite mediums) and I absolutely love creating fantasy world maps (I'm currently working on one for my Capstone creative writing final). I love writing and am in the process of writing my first book (what the map is for). I love gardening and I have a very large veggie and herb selection (My apple and peach trees are supposed to fruit next year and I'm super excited!). Foraging is something that I love. I love playing rhythm games, TTRP's ( I often play as a rogue), and video games. My favorite food would be Soba, my favorite drink would be Vanilla milk tea. Music wise, some of my favorite bands include Icon for Hire, Ghost Town, Good with Grenades, Skillet, and Breaking Benjamin.

Personality wise, I'm incredibly shy at first but when you get to know me, I can be more outgoing, I'll just need to recharge the social battery afterwards. I want to be helpful but there are times that I'm not really sure how. In high school, I was the mom friend. Anything you needed, it was most likely in the backpack. Snacks, water, lotion, a spoon (I carried a set of silverware all the time cause you never know), pain meds, hygiene products. A swiss army bag, is what my teachers called it. I have very high anxiety and can get overwhelmed very easily if I'm not careful.

My love language (giving) would be acts of service and quality time. Receiving would be physical touch and quality time.

I'm sorry if this is a lot, I wasn't sure what to put here so I just did a bit of everything! Take your time and remember to take care of yourself!

Oohh, this was a fun! It's my first time writing one of these - I might've gotten a little carried away though. If you aren't interested in my thought/decision making process, skip to the bottom!

Alright. So, I (as an autistic person) have a special interest in typology. While I'm not an expert by any means, it's just a really enjoyable way for me to analyse things - will be using some of the terms in my explanation. You don't need to know anything about enneagrams really, they're just an easy way for me to use talking points :3

Alright, initially, I decided to just think of anyone I think would have something in common with you. The list of your potential matches were

Natsume (Major Gamer, a fan of fantasy and thus creative writing, a pretty talented gardener)

Madara (Same favorite food! He is also in Kaori, which is a tea appreciation circle.)

Rei (LOVES gardens, but not so much gardening itself. Would definitely keep you company while you worked, provided there's shade. Perhaps he's introduced to you through his tea-loving brother?)

Eichi (He too is a writer, an enjoyer of gardens, and tea!)

Niki (I can imagine a nice dynamic between the two of you, he'd go crazy for your fresh produce, but you'd likely need to keep him from eating all of it.)

Ritsu (Tea fan, and a member of CRAFTMONSTER. I think he'd really benefit from your prepared-ness, as well!)

Midori (Gardener!)

Yuzuru (He is an artist!)

With that in mind, I did a little bit of just general thinking. At that point your top choices were Rei and Madara, but I wanted to delve a bit deeper.

Once I did that, I looked through each character's enneagrams to get a general idea what their basic fear and desires are. Yuzuru - 1 (Fears imbalance and being corrupted, desires balance and integrity.) Rei - 2 (Fears being unloved or unlovable, desires to be appreciated.) Eichi - 3 (Fears being considered worthless, desired to be needed) Natsume - 5 (Fears incapability or being unable to help oneself, desires understanding of the world around them) Midori - 6 (Fears being alone or lacking support, desires guidance) Madara - 7 (Fears being trapped, desires a feeling of contentedness) Niki, Ritsu - 9 (Fears loss and social rifts, desires peace of ones social circle)

I'm not the best at typing people currently, but from what you described I can see you having type 2 or 6 influences, likely as 6w5 or a 3w2.

Then I considered what you would bring to a relationship, your love languages both giving and receiving, and how they fit into everything. You're a carer. You care, you think of every possibility and prepare for anything. You then provide that to those you love so that they also have anything they may need. In my opinion - Rei, and Madara are the two that need to just have someone to be their person, the ones who sticks around even after they break down and stop being 'useful' or 'appealing'. One of the key differences between those two is that Madara is more extroverted and Rei is more introverted.

With all of that in mind… I'd match you with Rei!

You and Rei would have a Morticia and Gomez Addams type of romance. He adores you, you're absolutely enamored with him, and no one would ever question your relationship.

Rei usually brings an umbrella with him as he watches you tend to your garden, chatting with you about practically anything - if it's with you, it's bound to be entertaining. He's deeply interested in your creative writing, and likely would pick up TTRPGS to play them alongside you. He's a bit of a social chameleon, able to match your energy regardless of what level.

You offer him a place to belong, a home he can always return to. His clinginess can come and go, especially if he's in need of your attention, which comes from his lonely childhood. I think after some time he'd be far more comfortable and trusting of your bond... but he's still the type to always want to have a hand on you when you're in public. Resting it on the small of your back, holding your hand, his arm around your shoulder - it doesn't matter, he just wants to feel you there.

He tends to your needs, doing his best to ease your anxieties and reassuring you that things will be okay, and that he isn't going anywhere. When times are tough, and you feel totally overwhelmed, Rei would pull you close (likely to cuddle on a couch more often than his coffin) and just hold you. He wants you to feel him, his hand combing through your curls, to be reminded that in this moment you're here, with him, in the present. He'll ask you to share what it is that's on your mind, listening attentively as you lay in his arms. While not completely fearless himself, Rei is more than happy to battle your demons.

[karlajoyner]

Crush (Nick x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so it was brought to my attention and I also kinda noticed that my writing looks clustered as hell on tumblr cause I’m just not used to writing on it. So I’m gonna start typing my stories on Wattpad and transferring them onto tumblr cause it’s just easier for me since I’ve been writing on Wattpad for years. Let me know if it’s easier to read and if you guys would prefer it if I changed the rest of my previous imagines to this layout!

Requested by: Fallonburns (Wattpad)

Warnings: None I think. A kiss? I don’t know if you need to be warned about that. Okay bye!

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As a member of the school dance committee it was part my job to push ideas and work out any kinks before a dance could happen. That included booking food, decorations, and of course entertainment.

"Come on y/n! Julie and her hologram band could totally blow the roof off this place and you know it" Flynn spoke as I walked down the hall towards my locker.

"Of course I know it Flynn and I know Julie would kill it but it's not my decision. Plus the dance is tomorrow. Who knows if Dinas gonna wanna add another entertainer for the night besides you?" I spoke to one of my longest friends.

"Well will you at least put in a good word?"

"I'll see what I can do" I said putting in my locker combination.

"Yes! Thank you"

Seconds later I groaned feeling my body particularly my head collide with the small metal door in a split second.

"Y/n!" I heard Flynn shout helping me regain my balance.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry" I heard a familiar voice making my heart rate pick up.

"Nick" I panted attempting to recover the air that was just knocked out of me.

"Y/n I didn't mean to really. Ethan threw the ball and I tried to catch it I-I'm sorry"

"It's cool. I'm totally fine" I attempted to play it off as I grabbed my binder from my locker.

"If totally fine means you've got a concussion then yeah you seem great" Flynn said making me scowl at her.

"Do you need to go to the nurse? I can walk you if you want" He said putting a hand on my head exactly where it had made contact with my locker door.

"Nick I'm fine really" I smiled removing his hand. I finally made eye contact with the boy who stood there smiling back at me. His beautiful blue eyes taking my breath away once more. Knocking out of the trance I glanced back at Flynn to see her eyeing me suspiciously.

“Are you sure?”

"Positive. I've gotta get to class. I'll see you later" I said pulling Flynn away from the scene in a hurry.

"Yeah, later" Nick called out to us as we continued down the hall.

"Seriously? Nick? What is it with that boy? I mean first Julie now you"

"Now me what? I don't like Nick. Julie likes Nick"

"Yeah if Nicks name started with L and rhymed with Duke" I looked at the girl in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. Julie doesn't like Nick anymore but it seems you do and as one of your oldest friends I think it's my job to tell you to go for it"

"Last time you told me to go for something I ended up on the school dance committee. I have 500 balloons to blow up by tomorrow" I said walking towards Carrie and Kayla. Kayla sent me a smile earning a pointed look from Carrie.

"Kayla. Carrie. I hope to see you guys at the dance this Thursday" I spoke smiling at the two girls.

"Sounds interesting. But I'm busy with Nick. You know MY boyfriend" She said putting emphasis on the word my.

"Plus if Flynn's gonna DJ I just don't know if I'd make it through the night"

I put an arm in front of Flynn to hold her back before turning back to the two girls.

"Well take a flyer anyways just in case" I grinned taking one from the stack in my binder.

"Thanks" Kayla said taking the flyer out of my hands.

"I hope to see you there" I sent the two another fake smile before walking away with Flynn to our next class.

"How do you talk to her without going off on her?"

"Well for starters it takes a lot of patience. They don't say fake it til you make it for nothing" I giggled along with Flynn as she looped her arm around my own.

I strutted down the hall walking towards music room where I knew Flynn and Julie would be at this time excited to give them the news.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and spin me around to face them.

“Oh Nick" I said looking up at the boy in front of me. A blush creeping onto my face as I noticed the intense look he was sending me.

"What's up?" I questioned cautiously.

"We're friends right?"

"Yeah of course why?"

"I need a favor"

"A favor? A favor like what?" I asked watching his gaze flicker to our right. I turned to see Carrie and the rest of dirty candy walking towards us.

Before I could process what came next my body collided with the cold metal lockers behind me as Nick pushed his lips onto mine.

I slowly melted into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Nick" Carries voice interrupted what had soon become a make out session. The boy in front of me pulled away first keeping his hands firmly on my waist.

"Oh Carrie. What do you want?"

"We need to talk"

"I'm a little busy here" He said tilting his head towards me.

"Well become unbusy"

"I would but we have nothing to talk about. I told you yesterday we're over and that's it"

"We're not over until I say we're over"

"I'd say your pretty over"

"Oh shut it y/n. I know this is fake because Nick would never like a girl like you. I mean look at yourself. Pathetic" She talked with anger evident in her voice.

"Don't talk to her like that" Nick spoke turning to stand in front of me.

“Nick it's fine. She's right"

"No she's not. I'd rather be with someone who's kind, gentle, and doesn't have the personality of a mountain lion" Nick said glaring at Carrie who stood there with a smirk.

"You'll be back Nicky. See you Friday at the dance" She said walking away her posse hot on her tail.

"Thanks for sticking up for me Nick. You didn't have to. And sorry if I wasn't believable enough"

"You were great. Amazing! And I'll always stick up for you. You know that" He said smiling down at me.

"I know. I'd just prefer it if every time we met you didn't push me against the lockers. They’re cold and made out of metal you know?" I joked making him chuckle.

"Yeah sorry about that. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this. It's just Carrie won't leave me alone"

"I kinda figured when you shoved your tongue down my throat" I giggled watching a cute grin form on his face.

"Yeah yeah. I didn't hear you complaining"

"Well I mean you're not the worst kisser" I said biting my lip watching him get flustered.

"I can do better than that. I was just under pressure"

"Then I guess you'll have to prove it to me later" I spoke confidently before turning around walking in the direction I was heading.

"Hey! Wait!" He called out after me. "Yeah?" I questioned turning around.

"Are you going to the dance?" He asked shoving his hands in his pocket

"Yeah I have to. I kinda helped planned it" I called back smiling at him.

"So I'll see you there"

"See you there" I spoke turning back around reaching the end of the hall.

I pushed open the doors to the band room open only to hear a loud thud.

"Flynn?" I questioned seeing the girl on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked helping her up

"She's fine" Someone else in the room spoke.

"Oh hey Julie" I grinned at the girl who sat at the piano.

"Hey y/n"

"So are you gonna explain to me why you were on the floor?"

"Sure just as soon as you explain to me why Nick had you pushed up against the lockers" My face fell in embarrassment as I looked at Julie in panic.

"Julie it's not-"

"It's okay y/n. I'm over him. I kinda moved onto someone else"

"Really?"

"Really. You have my blessing" She confirmed with a grin.

"Thanks. Now that that's over. You were spying on me weren't you?" I questioned turning to Flynn.

"Whaaat no. I would never"

"She was spying" Julie confirmed for me once more.

"Thought so. I'll explain everything later I came to find you guys cause I have great news" I grinned pulling out a flyer from my backpack.

"Performing at Thursday nights dance is Julie and her hologram band" I smiled showing Flynn the paper.

"Wait what?" Julie asked with a surprised look on her face.

"I haven't told her"

"You haven't told her?" I asked with an exasperated look knowing this was gonna be a long evening.

It was Thursday night and I was running around making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Hey how’s she doing?” I asked Flynn nervously biting my lip.

“Not good. Her band she can’t get a hold of them......literally” Flynn explained making me nod my head.

“It’s just it’s 11:20 already”

“I know but this means a lot to her”

“I understand. Just keep stalling with your amazing dj skills” I smiled giving the girl a thumbs up.

“Thanks y/n. You’ve been running around all night why don’t you take a break?”

“I can’t even if I wanted to”

“Come on! Look Nicks been staring at you all night. If you pull him on the dance floor I’ll play something smooth. Something slow” She smirked at me bumping my shoulder.

“No you will not” I warned the girl. Looking over to the blonde boy who was evidently looking our way. Looking at me. He sent me a smile to which I smiled back at.

“Try me” She said making me playfully roll my eyes.

“I’ve gotta go” I spoke watching Daisy at the punch table wave me over.

“Duty calls” Flynn said before I walked away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the brunette reaching the table on the far end of the gym.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom can you serve punch for like 5 minutes”

“Sure” I smiled moving behind the table taking the apron out of her hands. I threw it over my neck attempting to tie it from the back.

“I’ve got it” Someone spoke from behind me taking the strings away and tying them in a perfect knot.

“Nick. Thank you” I simpered at the boy who moved around the table to stand in front of me.

“No problem. I’m glad I finally got you alone. You look great by the way”

“I know this apron is pretty great huh?” I toyed with the boy.

“You can make anything look good”

“I try. Punch?” I asked holding up a plastic cup.

“Please” I quickly served him a cup handing it over to him.

“Thanks. You did amazing with this whole dance”

“Yeah well Dina wanted it to be perfect since it’s our first dance of the year”

“Dina did not disappoint. Neither did you of course. Promise you’ll save me a dance” He asked my cheeks heating up.

Abruptly I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Daisy was back. I handed her back the apron before moving around the table where Nick was.

“Or we could dance now?” I suggested watching him put his cup down.

“Sounds good m’lady” He spoke sticking his hand out for me. I giggled taking it and letting him sweep me towards the dance floor.

I laughed along with him as he began to dance goofily to the music purposely.

“You have an amazing laugh”

“Nick if you don’t stop complimenting me it’s gonna look like I put on 10 pounds of blush by the end of the night”

“Well you don’t need makeup you know”

“That’s what all guys say until they see what you really look like”

“Well you’ve always been naturally beautiful. Even in 8th grade when you wore no makeup at all”

“Don’t remind me I looked terrible”

“Not to me you didn’t” He said looking into my eyes. For a split moment the world around us stopped moving and it felt like we were the only ones in the room.

At least until I felt someone bump into me pushing me forward into the boy.

“I’m so sorry” I said realizing his hands had caught my body.

“It’s cool are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah y/n are you okay?” A familiar voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to come face to face with Carrie who stood there with a devilish look in her eye.

“I’m fine”

“Oh how unfortunate. You know I didn’t see you as the dancing type. You’ve always had two left feet”

“Leave her alone Carrie” Nick spoke attempting to move forward. I put my arm up to hold him back.

“No Nick it’s ok she’s not worth my time or yours”

“Whatever. This dance is lame anyways”

“Then maybe go home”

“I will. Nick care to join me?” She smirked dangling her plastic cup in her hands.

“No I’m having a good time here” Nick spoke intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down slightly smiling at the gesture.

“Wow. Fine have fun.......with her” Carrie said moving to pass by me.

I suddenly gasped feeling a cold sensation hit my body.

“Oops sorry” The witch spoke before walking away.

“What’s her problem?” I asked ready to go after her only to be held back.

“Hey, you said it yourself. She’s not worth our time” Nick whispered holding me by my shoulders.

“Your right. I don’t even think it’s worth trying to clean this up” I said pointing out the red stain on the side of my dress.

“Here. It isn’t exactly cute but it’ll help cover up the stain” He said putting his jean jacket over my shoulders.

“It’s perfect. Thanks Nick. For everything”

“This is one of the last few songs of the night. Dedicated to a very special friend of mine so grab your partners close and tell HIM or her how you feel” Flynn’s voice rang through the gym speakers.

A slow song beginning to play throughout the gym. Couples beginning to form on the dance floor.

I looked up at the girl on the stage to see her send me a quick wink. Playfully rolling my eyes I looked back at the boy in front of me, his hand lingering in the air.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Of course” I grinned taking it. Allowing him to pull me close.

We swayed side to side along to music with smiles plastered on our faces.

“You know I never thought I’d finally get here”

“Finally?” I asked pulling away looking up at him.

“Guess it’s now or never huh? Okay. Y/n I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time. So long Carrie started to notice. After she found out I rammed you into the lockers the other day she went crazy”

“Really? She was that jealous”

“Insanely. But after I talked to you that day I realized this crush wasn’t going anywhere”

“You know I’m really glad to hear you say that Nick cause I feel the same way”

“That’s good. Because I can finally prove you so wrong” He smirked leaning down and pulling me into a passionate kiss. The first (technically second) one of the many that were yet to come.

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Up next: Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader (Smut)

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Here's a few additional examples I found quickly of bags, didn't do a deep dive though. instagramDOTcom/p/CEkByyogqPM/?utm_medium=copy_link instagramDOTcom/p/B8JDwTZg7oc/?utm_medium=copy_link instagramDOTcom/p/CGDTfnFAdqu/?utm_medium=copy_link

Anon 2: In 2019 there were several times we saw Harry with a handbag/clutch in his off duty. But I don’t think we have seen that at all in 2020/2021. The only bags I recall seeing him carry in his off duty during the pandemic have been tote bags, backpacks, and a camera bag. He’s worn pearls a handful of times but again not as much as I remember him doing so in 2019.

Anon 3: In regards to the subject of Harry and handbags, we’ve seen him with different handbags on at least 5 occasions. However, as all of these occasions have been related to work situations and the handbags have all been Gucci, I would be hesitant to attach a lot of meaning to it. When we’ve seen him on more casual occasions, his bag of choice seems to be tote bags, which don’t have the same connotations although he does seem to gravitate to ones that might be considered slightly more stereotypically feminine like the embroidered one with his initials from The Vampire’s Wife or in “girly colours” like pink.

********* Thanks anons

I feel like the main thing this discussion has taught me is that I have very little idea about bags. Thanks for pointing out the gendered bags anon - I wouldn't necessarily have known that and don't feel like I've got much to add to bag discourse.

Here's my summary of how I'd describe what's going on:

When Harry is working he tends to wear quite formal outfits. This has included some dresses and such pieces, but apart from those pieces almost everything is explicitly referencing men's wear traditions. There is very little that looks androgynous (and by that I mean that if you showed an outfit to someone who lived around Western clothing traditions they would be able to tell you the way it was gendered).

When we see Harry and he's not working he's more likely to wear androgynous clothes, but that's possibly just because he's often working-out or working-out adjacent.

In both these circumstances he tends to wear and use accessories that are associated with femininity.

I'm not really sure how any of that relates to the sorts of things he says in interviews (even without the having gendered dress codes for people he has power over element) - but there's lots that makes what he says about clothes in interviews hard to parse.

[here-are-my-reasons-to-live]

Number 15

Just wanted to update everyone, I'm out of surgery and doing well! I'm up and walking and the surgeons have been so very kind.

I know the whole "don't talk about yourself on the internet" rule, but I hope that my story can help inspire others to be kind and considerate. I never want anyone else to go through what I did.

This one is pretty long, you do not have to read it all. The last paragraph is the most important.

I was diagnosed with Scoliosis back in the summer of 2017. I had just moved back to my small conservative hometown in the middle of Texas, but before that I'd lived in Las Vegas, Nevada for almost 8 years. I bet you could guess there was a bit of a culture shock there.

Since I was new, I had to have a full physical to join the rest of the students in 7th grade. It was the doctor there that gave me the initial diagnoses.

For those of you who don't know, Scoliosis is a deformation of the vertebrae and spine. You can be born with it or it can appear suddenly.

I was not born with it. We still have no idea what caused it either. I'm pretty sure I had had it for a while, because I had struggled with migraines and back pain since I was in 3rd grade. But no one had believed me, at the time. It took 4 years of pain before I even got the diagnosis.

It took months to get an x-ray scheduled and it was almost a two hour drive to get to the specialist. I was told there that I had two curves; one up near my shoulder, and one down near my hips. Both of the curves were severe enough that I was immediately warned about a possible need surgery and was prescribed a back brace.

The back brace was probably one of the most painful things in my life, both emotionally and physically. The brace was tight and restricted most of my movement. I had to wear undergarments, an undershirt, the brace itself and an over-shirt everyday in the middle of Texas. 18 hours a day too. It would have been decent enough to real with if not for my peers. They would go out of their way to mock how I leaned or the way that I stood. I couldn't wear jeans for a while because the metal would leave bruises in my skin from where the brace but the most pressure, and my classmates loved to point that out.

Some of my most vivid memories are from my classmates making fun of me. Like;

When the school nurse had to chack everyone in the school for it, since it is a quite common condition. The whole class turned to my and snickered. "I bet we'd know if we were freaks like them,"! They told me. The jokes lasted for weeks.

When some kids figured out which desk was mine for 4th period and placed several pieces of gum on the exact side of the chair that the side of my brace hung off of.

This one athletic dude in my class asked if I was too poor to get the surgery or if I just preferred looking like a freak. His family was rich too the point where he and his 6 siblings could afford to go to any school they wanted, not including the price of their house and yacht.

A bit of explanation is needed for this one; I used to stand with one foot pressed against the opposite knee so that some of the pressure from the foam was off my back. The foam would make it difficult to breathe sometimes so I would also move the chest plate forward every once in a while so that I could breathe. This wasn't usually a problem unless I had been standing still for a while. I had been standing for 30 minutes, way longer than what was comfortable for me. One of the guys in my class notice how I was standing, and moved to stand behind me. He spent the next 15 minutes pretending to 'subtly' copy my movements and eventually the whole class was laughing at me.

I was told in June 2019 that I no longer had to wear the brace. It had been ineffective and the curves were both already over 50°. I also was made aware that we were moving to a bigger city and when I tell you that I had never been so happy to move in my life, I mean it from the bottom of my soul.

I managed to make it through 9th and 10th grade. At that point my back hurt badly enough that I had to use a rolling backpack most days. My school does not have lockers, so this is where the bullying got worse. I'm not going to go into detail with these.

People went out of their way to kick my bag. Several of my pride pins on my bag were broken or destroyed entirely. Eventually it got to the point where my friends would carry my bag for me, because people were starting to damage the expensive art supplies that I wasn't always able to hold separately.

People would stare at my uneven shoulders and whisper.

I have a non-binary pin on my bag, and with my comfy clothes I guess I confuse people. Several freshman have decided to entertain themselves by throwing slurs at my partner and I. It got so bad that I moved it off my backpack to my purse.

I'd like to continue this later if any of you are interested. Mostly I just wanted to thank anyone who is kind unconditionally. I want to thank those who stop bullying or teasing. I want to thank the people who would stop and wait patiently outside a public restroom stall because they can hear a child in there crying, and struggling to put on a brace by themselves for the first time. I want to thank the old lady at the Farmers Market when I was in 8th grade, she not only watched my brace and bag because it was 90°F and she could tell that I was missing hanging out with my friends, but helped me make sure that my shirt wasn't caught on the Velcro before I left. I want to thank my friends who defended me when someone would talk about me behind my back, and who were always there to assure me that I was still desirable and loved even if I didn't think I was worth it

To all of the people who helped me, who inspired me, and you cared for me. I owe you all everything. Thank you so much.

[e11evenkeys]

Pitch: The Adventures of Danger Rabbit- Chapter 2 Friendly Friendly (part 1)

Long story short, my dad wasn't arrested. Ms. Harper made her displeasure quite clear as far as my new form was concerned, but I wasn't taken away. Because of my mistake, dad had a reputation for being a careless father, and I was seen as a delinquent. Teachers started watching our family like we were career criminals, but dad raised me to be a good kid.

Regardless of the truth, I had a reputation that stuck with me as I grew up. Even into my junior year of high school, kids thought I was bad news. It didn't help that I had the worst luck imaginable, unlike Mr. Nickels, who I still had yet to find. Trouble seemed to seek me out. Just the simple act of walking home from school was dangerous enough to warrant fear of chaos. Freak accidents were a norm, and they only fueled the fire when it came to the negative light everyone shined on me. Of course, my dad always had the worst end of the fiascos because he had to deal with the aftermath.

If I had any luck at all, it was spent when I had the fortune of finding my two best friends.

B James was a girl who moved to town after my accident. Her parents were professional magicians, so naturally, I tried to get in good with them. I had hopes of them helping me. It turns out I didn't have to work too hard. BJ was fascinated with my form and impressed with my ability to create my own magic. I told her I didn't mean to transform myself, but I don't think she cared. She wanted to make new spells like her parents, and I suppose she thought I could help her. She overlooked how the rest of the school avoided me, but that might have been easy, considering no one flocked to her lunch table any more than my own. Remember when I said creating new magic was dangerous, well, BJ didn't care. We hadn't even graduated high school yet, but she'd created more spells than a person could count. It's important to keep in mind most of those spells had adverse effects or didn't do what they were meant to, but they did something.

My friend Wesson, a satyr I met in my freshman year of high school, didn't use magic at all. To be fair Fae, because of their natural abilities, didn't need magic as much as humans did. Even I had natural powers after my transformation like super hearing and invisibility. Which I'm sure is how Mr. Nickels managed to avoid capture for so long if he also possessed the same abilities. Wes being a satyr, was super fast and super strong, among other things, whether he appeared to be or not. We became friends after I tried to join the school's Creature club. There weren't many Fae that went to our school, so the club was meant to be a way of letting them all meet one another. Unfortunately, when I tried to join the club, someone pointed out I was born human, and that I was only what I was because I cursed myself. I couldn't join the club. Technically they weren't allowed to exclude anyone, but I thought it best to pick my battles wisely and let it go. Wes, being the best guy in the world, found me the next day and told me he thought the other kids were dicks for not letting me join the club. From that day on, I couldn't remember a time I couldn't fall back on the friendship Wes and I had.

It was two weeks till summer break. All of the ends of the year testing was out of the way, so everyone was waiting for the school year to come to an end. That Friday afternoon, I decided to walk BJ home. Despite my being close to Wes and BJ both, they never seemed to like one another. Every day I'd have to make a conscious decision whether to hang out with BJ, who loved playing magician and getting into trouble, or Wes, who was basically the brother I never had. BJ won that day because Wes had a meeting with the principal.

BJ should have taken the bus home, but I guess that would have been less time she got to work out new magic with me. We took a lot of back roads that day that eventually spit us out into the Dead Woods. It was the town's biggest forest, and it sat in the middle of everything. We learned in history class that old settlers named it the Dead Woods because back in the early days, when people were still coming up with most of the modern magic, they had to go far away from homes and buildings so bad magic wouldn't destroy anything. A lot of people died out there. Despite the bad history, it was a beautiful place as long as you knew where you were going.

"So there's this summer internship I read about," BJ said as we walked under branches while leaves crumbled under our footsteps.

"What kind of internship?" I asked.

We stopped walking so she could take her spell book out of her bag. The pages of her hand made spiral held weight and took time to flip through.

"For magicians. I thought you might want to go for it," she added.

"You want me to be a magician?"

"You created a working transmutation spell when you were 11."

I laughed at her, calling it a "working spell."

"Yea, and I've been trying to undo it ever since," I said with my amused tone still vocal.

"I could help you."

"I don't want to be a magician," I said in my most definitive voice possible.

"But I do."

I took a few steps away. I didn't want to stand too close while her book was out. Some of the stuff in that thing didn't need words to be activated. As she flipped through the pages, there was a danger similar to throwing a grenade into a kid's birthday party. Pages glowed and faded as her hands turned them over. I'm not sure how she managed to carry something around like that without constantly hurting herself.

"Then you should do it," I said as I crossed my arms and leaned against a tree.

She came near, and I knew to expect puppy dog eyes to fluff some kind of catch. That's what people do when they want something

"I need you."

I asked, "why," but she turned away.

"I need your spell," I thought she said, but I couldn't make out her words for sure, and with my big ears, that meant she was really quiet.

"What?" I asked.

"I need your spell."

I stood up straight.

"The spell that gave me fur and left with only eight fingers," I said before I continued with, " the spell that made my feet too big to wear shoes and ears big enough to hear my dad when he gets off at night."

"I have to submit a working spell to be considered."

"Then use one of yours," I said.

"None of mine work."

"What about the one you use to change your hair color?"

"It blinds anyone who sees me cast it."

"Then just use my spell, you don't need me for that, I wrote the words in some book, and I'll give it to you."

I wanted to get off the subject. Anyone who knew me knew how long I tried to find a cure for my curse. After years of turning over stones to no avail, of course, I gave up hope. That's not to say I didn't wish and dream for a way to change back, but being a bit of a pessimist meant I couldn't help but see the uneasy reality of how unlikely a cure was.

"It wouldn't be right to take credit for your work."

"But, it's alright to strong-arm your friend into an internship that'll take up our entire summer?" I didn't mean to sound nearly as argumentative or sarcastic as I must have at that moment, but it came out that way.

"There's a chance we won't even get it," she said, basically pleading with me at that point.

"If I say yes, will you leave me out of whatever experiments you're about to do?"

"But I had something special planned for today."

"That's my price."

"Deal, but you have to stick around to watch."

"In case something goes wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to," I replied.

We exchanged a mutual grin before she adjusted her glasses and finally flipped around in her book to find the newly crafted spells. We spent most of the afternoon in the woods. BJ wrote a spell for growing plants faster, but it made anything made of wood burst into flames, including all the papers in my backpack. She tried to put out the fires with another spell meant to create rain clouds, but it summoned a swarm of butterflies that flew into the flames. Needless to say, they all died. They died quickly, but at least the fires went out.

By that time, it was getting dark.

"We should get moving," I said as I picked our bags off the ground burnt as they might have been.

"We will never speak of what happened here to anyone, right?"

"Like always," I said with a chuckle before handing BJ her ruined bag.

We started on our way out of the woods.

"Do your parents know you're applying for this internship?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"Don't you think they should know?"

"I'll tell them once I, " she started to say before I cut her off with, "did you hear that?"

"Hear what," she asked.

There was a sound coming from the bushes ahead of us. It was too big to be a cat, dog, or rabbit.

"Stand back," I said as I put my arm in front of BJ.

"Is someone there," I called out into the distance, but no reply was returned.

Only the rustling of the bushes broke the silence as something or someone came near. It was close. There was a momentary pause of nothing but the bugs around us falling silent, and then whatever it was lunged out at me.

It was Wes. He made me fall backward and rip the arm of my button-down shirt.

"Shit," I yelled out.

He tried to catch my arm on my way down, but he was too slow.

"Sorry, dude," Wes said with a laugh as he helped me to my feet.

"What are you doing out here?" BJ asked in a tone more annoyed than me, but I was the one with the ripped shirt.

"I need Pitch."

"Well, he's walking me home from school."

"Schools been out for 3 hours now, and you know how to get home."

"You want me to walk by myself," BJ asked.

"No one ever offers to walk me home, and we're the same age," Wes said sarcastically.

I cut in, "Wes, what did you need my help with?"

"I need your ears," he said.

"Let me get BJ home, and then I'll swing by your place."

Neither of them was even looking at me anymore; they were staring one another down.

"Alright, just make sure 'Bug Burner' isn't with you."

"You saw that!" BJ exclaimed.

"I'll be there, alone," I said as I held BJ back from Wes.

A few uneasy, and unwelcoming glances were exchanged before we took to our separate ways.

"I don't know why you hang out with him," BJ argued.

"Wes is cool," I said.

"Wes is just short of being a toddler. He doesn't use magic."

"I don't use magic."

"That's different; you can't afford it."

"That hurt," I said.

"You know what I mean."

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te amo - reddie one shot

summary: richie and eddie start taking spanish classes together and richie sees this as an opportunity to confess his love to eddie.

word count: 1699 words

an: this is my first ever ship oneshot. but i honestly am proud of this. and also please excuse any mistakes in the spanish part, even though i do take spanish i am not that good to write such a paragraph without translator.

richie and eddie are around finn's and jack's age in this fic ❤

* - translated text at the end of the fic

* gif not mine *

for years richie had feelings for eddie. the jokes about his mom he always made, they were just defense mechanism. he was scared of his feelings, he was scared of being exposed or being judged by his friends. especially eddie, what if he revealed what he's really feeling and he'd just reject him. this fear was bigger than fear of pennywise himself. he was nothing compared to how frightened richie actually was.

everyday seeing the person he wants to be with the most. whenever eddie smiles richie is melting on the spot, when he's feeling down there's nothing more richie wants to do then hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be okay. sometimes when he sees eddie kissing his mom's cheek he wishes it was his cheek or even better his lips. he felt lonely whenever he was with other losers but when eddie was around it was like he was full again. richie tried to hide his feelings in front of his friends, it'd be weird if they found out the truth.

before the school year ended students had to choose their subjects for next year. and of course boys wanted ti have all classes tomorrow. they choosed them like that. but there was one richie had to beg other guys to take. richie asked them every single day if they'll take spanish with him. the answer was always the same, no. eddie started to feel really bad for richie since he looked like he really wanted to take the class, but not alone. so he decided to take it with him. after all richie needs someone to stop when he's making jokes. after eddie told him he's gonna take the class with him richie thanked him all the way home.

richie actually gained a little confidence after eddie informed him that he's gonna learn spanish with him. maybe he'll be able to tell him about his feelings since they're gonna be a few more hours a week together. maybe he'll finally realize if this is real or not. or maybe he'll swallow his feelings even deeper.

"hey, richie ready to head out?" eddie popped next to richie's locker all excited

"yeah, i'll just grab some things" richie grabbed his books

"so, are you excited?" eddie smiled at him

"little less then before fucking your mom but it's okay i guess" richie shrugged his shoulders

eddie rolled his eyes. he knew this was coming but he didn't expect it to happen before actual class.

"are you gonna do this the whole time? because if yes i'm gonna do anything to get out of that class" eddie explained with his hand near his right ear

"sorry, i just saw the opportunity" richie smirked

"you always see the opportunity, right?"

"you guessed it, señor" richie was pretty proud of his answer

x

first spanish lesson went pretty well. both richie and eddie enjoyed it. of course they had dive into studying right away. they met up at eddie's house after school.

sat down on eddie's bed and tried to learn lines they learned that day

"hola, me llamo richie and i fucked your mom!" richie burst out laughing

"can we at least study without this?"

richie sighed and looked at his textbook. of course he had to make that joke. eddie was so cute while trying pronounce words in spanish. it was so hard for richie to hold back and not kiss him. he was clenching his fist so he wouldn't stroke his cheek. fortunately eddie hadn't noticed anything. he hadn't noticed richie's looks at him, those genuine laughs, all that affection richie had for him. he never noticed and richie was so grateful for it.

there were days he wished eddie would notice. maybe show his love back. maybe kiss richie so richie wouldn't have to. maybe say those words richie was scared to jabber out. i love you, you mean a lot to me, that'd be enough for richie. he'd know that all those feelings he had for all those years weren't one-sided. these were things richie dreamed off when he was laying in his bed at night, trying to fall asleep without eddie on his mind.

x

months were passing and boys were picking up more and more new knowledge from spanish. basic lines and phrases weren't enough for them. they'd go to library in the afternoons and dig some new interesting words.

during these "diging" sessions richie got an idea. there's no way in hell eddie learned how to confess anything to someone in spanish. richie was so sure that this is the only way he can tell him how he really feels. and when eddie will realize what richie told him, he'd be far away from american borders.

richie spent even more time in library, borrowed some books home and started writing down his confession. it was easiest-hardest thing he ever done. putting those words on paper went so fast. he was so certain what he wants to tell him. but when it came to part he had to tell him, face to face his gut thightened and he felt like crying. his hands were sweating and shaking.

richie had the list in his backpack, carrying him everywhere he went. he was scared someone would find it and figure it out. this gave him more anxiety then eddie telling him no or making fun of him.

x

after two weeks of carrying the confession in his backpack, richie was ready to say it to eddie. he made sure they were alone in his house. he sat him down in his living room and sat opposite him. he never sweat this much. his whole body was shivering, covered in goosebumps. he was repeating to himself that this is the best time and there won't be any better time.

"is everything alright rich?" eddie, concerned, look richie straight into eyes

richie took a deep breath and started:

"eds, there's this thing, i've been meaning to tell you for such a long time. so here it is" he put his glasses back up on his nose, took another deep breath and began talking

*"eddie, te amo. He estado enamorado de ti desde que tengo memoria. y es dificil para mi Te veo todos los días, te escucho reír y me enamoro aún más de ti. cada vez que sonríes o te quejas de que algo es insalubre, trato de contenerme porque solo quiero besarte. cada vez que te sientas mal o enfermo solo quiero abrazarte y decirte que todo estará bien. Esto es lo más difícil que he hecho, pero es más fácil ya que te estoy diciendo esto en español y no tienes idea de lo que estoy diciendo. eds, eres mi amor y haría cualquier cosa por estar contigo" richie could feel tears in his eyes so he immidiately stood up and ran to bathroom

richie leaned against the sink and let the tears stream down his face. he knew eddie was sitting there all confused because has no idea what he just said and why he ran away. richie got it off his chest. he told eddie how he feels, how much he loves him. his list wasn't long but it sure was full of emotions and everything richie feeled.

"hey richie, are you okay?" eddie knocked on the door

"yeah, i just had to make sure my wang is longer than yours before we start messuring them" richie tried to hide his sobby voice

damn it richie, you don't have to hide behind your jokes anymore, you exposed yourself to him.

when richie stepped out of the bathroom he saw that eddie was searching his fanny pack in the hallway

"what you looking for there? your birth control pills?" richie chuckled

"no, but if you're sick or something and you went in there to shit or for god's sake even throw up i have to take my pills so i won't catch anything" richie sometimes wondered how is it possible for eddie to speak this fast

x

days passed since richie told eddie about his feelings. he felt releaved but also really anxious. eddie was totally looking for some words richie had told him. what if he was searching for words like te amo. what if he already cracked them and he's not gonna tell richie so he won't break his heart. richie was overthinking as always.

that day, eddie and richie went to study to eddie's house. they were sitting quietly on eddie's bed both of them reading text they had to read.

"richie?"

"hmm?"

"there's something i want to tell you" richie could feel how his heart skipped a beat

"go on, eds"

"umm, wait" eddie took out a small piece of paper from back of his textbook.

"okay so, yo también te quiero" eddie said with certain confidence

"what?"

"it means i love you too, amor" eddie blinked at richie

"you're fucking with me!" richie yelled out

"i wish i was" eddie chuckled

"wait, are you like serious serious, or did you tell other guys about what i said and they made you say this?"

"i haven't told anyone. richie, this comes from my heart. i really love you! when you said what you said i felt so releaved because i was happy to hear that i wasn't the only one feeling this way. richie i cracked your "i fucked your mom" a long time ago"

"you little fucker" richie smiled

* eddie, i love you. i've been in love with you ever since i can remember. and it's hard for me. i see you everyday, i hear you laugh and i fall in love with you even more. whenever you smile or complain about something being unsanitery i try to hold myself back because i just wanna kiss you. whenever you feel bad or sick i just wanna hold you and tell you it's gonna be okay. this is the hardest thing i ever done but it's easier since i'm telling you this in spanish and you have no idea what i'm saying. so eds, you're my love and i'd do anything to be with you

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Of Sinners and Stars

Part 1

Members: OT7

Genre: Mafia!au

Synopsis: After losing her father, her life gets turned upside down when she gets in trouble with the Mafia and ends up with no choice but to join them

Eventual Pairings: Jimin x Y/N (x Hoseok) / Jungkook x Yoonji / Seokjin x Namsoon

Warnings: violence, cursing, blood, mentioning of gunshots. Gang related things

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: like always enjoy! If you do, please do like and reblog!

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Living life on the run was starting to get exhausting, and man did that make me happy to be in Seoul, where all my problems end. If only my mom could be here, all I could hope for is that she’s alive, her and auntie. Keeping hope this whole time was hard, but maybe now it’ll be easier to find them both.

I take a deep breath and relax myself before getting out of the train. I hadn’t realized that the view of the ocean would be so close to the terminal. “A little detour couldn’t hurt, right?” I sigh as I whisper to myself. I wasn’t going to move on with the plan until the morning. Finding a hotel to stay in was my priority at the moment, but I could spare a few minutes to catch some fresh air. After a four hour train ride, I think I deserve that much.

It isn't a cold night, but the fresh breeze the ocean waves brought in left chills on my bare arms and legs. It was nice after being suffocated inside a train. I closed my eyes to take in the fresh air, but suddenly I heard gunshots. They were getting closer to where I was. My eyes shot open immediately looking to find where the sound was coming from. Once I located the noise was, I bolted in the opposite direction. I wasn't sure where I was going, I just knew I needed to be far away from whatever that commotion was. I'd just gotten to Seoul, I wasn't about to die now.

In the midst of my running I stumble across a boat dock. There's dozens of boats stationed, no one in sight, at least that's what it seems like. Thinking on my feet, I jump onto one of them. I could hide it out here until it's safe.

“Someone’s on the deck, go check it!” I heard one man say and shortly after, footsteps echoed. I panicked and ducked behind some boxes they had out on display, as a matter of fact they had many boxes. I covered my mouth so he wouldn’t hear me and wondered what kind of things they had in the boxes. If the voice wasn't so aggressive I wouldn't have had such thoughts, but my guess was they were carrying something illegal, if they reacted like that. “Did you find them?” I heard the same voice ask. Here I was, hiding on a vacant boat in order to not get shot, just to find out it isn’t vacant, and end up in a worse situation. “Not yet.” A voice much closer to me responded and I started crawling towards another box and sat behind it.

“I’m sure I heard a thud, they couldn’t have disappeared, we would have heard a splash in the water.” The first voice spoke again and I felt my heart sink, as I realized that the boat had started to move. If I jump they’ll hear me and know where I was, and even if they couldn’t catch me fast enough those gunshots were still audible, so I had to choose quickly. Jump and risk being shot or stay on the boat, get caught, and possibly kidnapped.

With panic pumping in my veins I stood up and sprinted towards the edge of the boat and jumped as I heard the man's voice. “Get her!” He said, I hadn’t realized just how close one of them was to me until he caught me by the waist mid jump and brought me back down. I started kicking and yelling but he covered my mouth. As I was about to bite his hand he removed it just so his partner could cover it back up with tape and then my head with a black bag. “Tie her up quickly and I’ll finish packing up the boxes into the boat. The boss is going to love this.” He told the man holding me, a chuckle leaving his throat. My body felt cold with fear as to what awaited me.

When he brought me to what I assumed was the inside of the boat, I felt him push me from the stairs and I hit my cheek and eye. That side of my face started pounding and I could feel blood come down from that area. I suddenly felt the man tie my hands behind my back and my legs as well. After that he tossed me down again and I hit my arm and the back of my head this time.

Now all I could feel was a really heavy darkness come over me and I felt myself drifting asleep. I tried so hard to stay up but I couldn’t, the fact that I hadn’t slept since how many hours ago and now I’ve hit my head twice was obviously getting to me. The last thing I knew before giving in to the sleep was that I could feel the boat start to move faster.

-

“Hey, wake up! It’s time for you to meet the boss.” A familiar voice said to me and I wasn’t sure why it was familiar, nor where I was. I blinked my eyes a couple times and then a sharp pain came from one side of my face and the back of my head. I also realized I had a bag over my face and that’s when I remembered where I was.

Before I had time to think anything more, arms were wrapped around my waist and I was tossed over one of the man’s shoulders. When he stepped out of the boat I could see through the bag over my head the tiniest bit, as the light from the sun made it somewhat see through. From what I could make out there was water behind us and we were on top of a boat dock, then briefly concrete and then grass. Lots of grass, after awhile of walking in the grass I saw we entered a path and on each side there was huge trees and the more we walked away from it, I could tell it was like a fence of trees surrounding something. Maybe a house? But my question was answered eventually, when we entered huge doors that I knew only mansions had. Of course, I would know having lived in one, It was a mansion the trees covered, without a doubt. The question now was, who’s place was this, and why was it covered?

The men came to a left turn after entering the doors and not too long after stopped and knocked on a door. I was just praying they’d sit me down somewhere fast because the man's shoulder was starting to poke my rib cage. After a minute or so the door finally opened and I heard three different footsteps walking around now, including my kidnappers. The man holding me dropped me on the floor, hitting my shoulder blade and head in the process. At this point I might as well have a damn concussion.

“Fuck.” I mumbled to myself, as more pain was added to what I was already feeling.

“Untie her.” A new voice said, and this voice sounded like it was attached to a much younger man, someone in his twenties. It had a nice tone, it was deep but not exaggerated. Not like the men from earlier who sounded more worn out and attached to someone in their early forties or late thirties. One of the two men got closer to me and untied my wrists and I rubbed each wrist after.

“About time, those fucken ropes were killing me.” I whispered to myself, but unlucky for me the man heard me and started kicking my side. I couldn’t help but groan and cough, I could practically feel the bruises forming.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” He said to me as I winced and covered my body with my now free hands.

“That’s enough!” The young man said to them, authority very clear in his stern voice. “Get. Out. Now.” He instructed them, and shortly after I heard them walk out and doors close.

I flinched at first when I felt two strong arms help me up but I relaxed when I didn’t get hurt. Instead, he guided me to a chair and sat me down.

“There, that’s better right?” He asked me as he took the bag off my head, the tape that was placed over my mouth last night barely attached to the side of it now. I nodded slowly as I looked at him blinking repeatedly to adjust my vision, peeling the tape off. The man before me was wearing a suit, hair pushed back and parted mostly to one side. The color of it was an interesting choice, it was ash gray that really fit him. I was right, he was young.

The way the sun entered the room from the window made his eyes shine in such a beautiful way. If it wasn’t for the situation we were in I would have asked his number, although he might have responded he was too old for me, not that, that bothered me. He proceeded to pick up my backpack from the floor next to his desk.

I figured that one of the men from earlier brought it, as I remember one of them taking it off me before tying me up. I watched the young man sit in his luxurious chair and set my backpack on his desk. He quickly unzipped it and poured everything out. At that moment I was just thankful that my bras and panties were in the smaller compartment inside the bag.

“Chae Y/N, huh? You’re 19, are you?” He asks as he looks at my ID in one hand and holds my wallet in his other.

“Yes, I am.” I answer his question in a small voice.

“Did you graduate high school recently?” He asks me and I nod instantly. “Interesting, if you’ve graduated, why are you wearing your school uniform?” I wish I would have thought of a lie like I did to the hotel clerks. Saying I was still in high school and had summer classes, which was very common, and no one ever questioned.

“I wear it so that I can get cheaper prices when staying at hotels. I tell them I’m getting abused at home and that I need a place to stay while I figure things out and they feel sorry for me.” I explained to him, which I wasn’t completely lying but truth be told, there was more to the story. I was supposed to graduate the day my father was killed. I was finishing last minute preparations for it in our kitchen when I heard men yelling and gunshots coming from the entrance of our mansion. I was still wearing my uniform through the whole ordeal. After escaping I went to a hotel to figure things out and that’s how I realized I could get them to give me practically a free room.

“Manipulator, I see.” He says to me as he puts my ID back in my wallet.

“Call it whatever you want, I call it survival.” I told him and I realized I was speaking a little boldly to the man who I should be more kind to or at the very least compliant with, or else who knows what would happen to me.

“Designer clothes? Did you steal them?” He asks looking at my clothes one by one. I wasn’t sure how to answer that, would agreeing to it make me seem bad or good? Or would telling him that I’m from a wealthy family put a price over my head?

“Aren’t you going to answer? The fact that you’re hesitating makes me doubt what you’ll answer.”

“I didn’t steal them.” I answer honestly, I figure that even if it put a price over my head, that price would be erased as soon as he realized my father is dead and mother is missing. “So you bought them? Tell me, are you from a wealthy family? Do you live in a mansion? But if you do, what was the motive for being on my boat trying to steal my things last night?” He tossed questions around and by the end of it he accused me of trying to steal from him, which left me confused because that never happened.

“I’m sorry, tried to steal? I would never steal from you, I swear there was a misunderstanding and I can explain.” He leaned back In his chair after I was done speaking as if inviting me to continue.

“Look, I swear I didn’t steal or try to steal from you. I was on that boat hiding because I heard gunshots and panicked. I didn’t think anyone was on the boat so late at night and I was going to leave as soon as the gunshots stopped. I swear it’s true.” I explained the situation to him. He clasped his hands together and had a look on his face as if thinking.

“Why were you out so late? You say you come from a wealthy family, you have designer clothes in your backpack. Yet you say you use your uniform to get cheap prices at hotels. Why the need for cheap prices if your rich? As a matter of fact why would you need a hotel to begin with? Either something happened to your family, or you lied and really did steal these clothes and the reason you stay in hotel rooms is so you can have people up there with you behind doors and get paid for the things you do for them. So which is it?” He asked, but by the tone of his voice it sounded like he had already made a conclusion. While I was baffled by his speculations, I didn’t know what to feel, whether to be shocked by him being spot on or offended by his last accusation.

“Alright you don’t have to answer, I already know.” He confirmed my thoughts on him having already made up his mind.

“It’s the first one correct. Your facial expressions gave it away. When I mentioned the first one you seemed disturbed and pained and your eyes became glassy, but at the mention of the second you seemed offended and disgusted. So I’ve got you all figured out now.” I let myself take a deep breath and release it before I panicked again. As I did he reached for his phone and I watched him carefully as he did to me. “Hoseok, bring the boys to my office, we have someone to discuss about.” He spoke to the phone and seconds after he did he hung up. From there he leaned in his chair again and stared at me with such a look that I felt intimidated by it.

The waiting time for the person he called, Hoseok as I was now aware of, didn’t take long. Five minutes tops, but under his gaze it felt like an hour, each minute was agonizing under his presence. I dreaded what they all needed to talk about, why couldn’t they just let me go? I understand he thinks I stole, or at least tried to, from him but I thought I’d explained it to him. I didn’t do anything. So why couldn’t he just let me free? Why did he need them to come? What did he need to discuss? Finally the door opened and I heard multiple footsteps come in.

“Where are Yoongi and Jimin?” The man asked as he stood from his desk and walked over to me, abruptly turning my chair left of his desk, where a couch was.

“They’re preparing the last bits of information for your meeting this afternoon. They’ll be here soon.” A new man responded, whom I assumed was Hoseok. He was dressed casually in contrast to ‘The Boss’, as the men from earlier called him, just ripped jeans and a loose cardigan sweater with a tee inside.

“Is this who we’re talking about?” He asked as he sat down in the middle of the couch directly in front of me, with the other three men who came in with him. At least I knew one name out of the five men who were here. One of the men had a nice suit on, except the blazer was replaced by a doctors coat, two pens tucked into the breast pocket of it.

Another man with very light almost faded green hair let out a sigh as he looked at me briefly, then to the young man who sat next to him who had dark brown hair. They too, had on casual clothing. All of them were dressed in expensive pieces of clothing, that much I could tell. They all looked very young, I guessed they were between early to mid twenties.

“She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Hoseok asked as he winked at me. I didn’t know whether to ignore it or to flirt back in hopes that it would help me survive. So I crossed one leg over the other, showing slightly more skin and gave him a daring stare.

He was about to respond to what I was doing but the door opened one more time and I looked over to see the two men we were waiting for come in. Yoongi and Jimin. Now I just needed to figure out which name belonged to who. Then I would know three names out of seven.

The two men had on slacks, but one of them had on a sweater which was blue and white, the other man wore a button up. The ladder shook his head lightly, as he closed the door behind himself, as to fix his almond blonde hair. The man who accompanied him ran his hand through his hair, which was pink and purple in a nice mix of splotches. I guess I found it interesting that these type of men would have dyed hair, because of how intimidating they were. He sat down next to Hoseok, and stared right at me as soon as he had, making me nervous.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” The man behind me walked over to the others who were seated on the couch, giving them what looked like my ID and backpack. I would be lying if I said the vibe they gave off wasn’t utterly intimidating, but somehow I was drawn to it.

“A high school student, as expected from her uniform.” The one in a doctor suit stated looking over my ID.

“And a rich kid.” Big green says as he looks through my clothes and shows the rest.

“Happy belated birthday, it says here your birthday was last week.” Hoseok says, as he looks over my ID. He gives me a smile, and the man behind me completely disregards it, continuing with my interrogation.

“Oh, she’s not a high school student. Go ahead, tell them why you’re wearing your uniform.” The man behind me urged me to tell them. I swallowed hard before I explained. “I wear my uniform to get cheaper prices at hotels. I tell them I get abused at home and that I need a place to stay to figure things out, and it usually works well enough to get me nearly a free room.” I avoided their eyes and looked down slightly as I knew that they most likely were thinking the same thing the man behind me thought when I explained it to him.

“Dirty.” Big green says, confirming what I thought. I looked at him with anger in my eyes, glaring at him. I was trying to get myself killed, I know it. I always had this problem since I was younger. Yes, I could be panicking and afraid but somehow, I could still manage to be bold and careless.

“Why would you need cheaper priced hotel rooms? You’re rich aren’t you? Actually, why would you need a hotel room to begin with?” One of the two men who came late asked. “I don’t know Yoongi, what is telling you the truth going to do for me?” I asked in a very bold and daring way.

I had a 50/50 chance of getting his name right, and by the look of his expression and frankly the rest of the men, I got it right. I pinched myself discreetly in the thigh, because the more I thought about this situation, the more it was clear what they were. Nice suits and expensive clothing, mansion with dogs who retrieve goods for them, the man behind me gets called ‘boss’. It was more than clear. Yet here I was acting bold risking being killed by them.

“How’d you know his name?” The other of the two asked. “Oh, that’s a simple answer, Jimin. When the others came in, your boss here asked Hoseok where the two of you were at.” I explained to him, pointing at the man behind me and Hoseok who was sitting in front of me.

“Impressive, but how’d you get my name?” Hoseok asked. “When he called you, obviously.” I replied and I honestly wanted to slap myself silly. If they didn’t kill me it would be a miracle.

“Why is she even here?” One of the men who hadn’t spoken yet asked. The one with dark brown hair.

“Well last night at around twelve she got on one of our boats and tried stealing from us. She says she wasn’t stealing but was actually seeking shelter because she heard gunshots near by and panicked. What do you guys think?” The man behind me explained to them and waited for them to respond. I couldn’t believe he still thought I was stealing, but I guess he wouldn’t believe a stranger so easily.

“Maybe it’s true, why would she steal if she’s loaded?” Big green gives his opinion.

“If she was rich why would she stay in hotels? She probably stole the clothes in her backpack. I always take care of the trash. Let me take care of her.” Yoongi offered as he got up and walked towards me and in a panic of not knowing what to do I stood up and backed up, making them all rush to their feet.

“W-wait… wait! I can do anything you want me to, I know how to fight, you’re a mafia right? I can do whatever you need me to. I swear I didn’t steal from you, I-I-I’ve killed before,” I looked down to my feet and swallowed hard. I let myself fall to my knees as I continued to plead with them.

“I can do it again if you need me to. I’ve been trained to kill. I’ll be wasted potential if you kill me because I have so much to offer. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, just please let me live.” I pleaded to them and they all looked at each other.

They looked like they were all in deep thought until the boss spoke again. “Alright, someone take her to a room. Keep her locked in their until I get back, I have a meeting. We’ll finish discussing this at dinner.” No one offered themselves to take me though. I couldn’t help but look down at my hands and wait. Honestly, I’d been so nervous and panicked this whole time, which may be a surprise to anyone else because I seemed calm and even careless but truly, I was a mess on the inside.

“Alright, no one's going to offer up to take her?” He asked them again, but Jimin stepped up, “I’ll take her, don’t worry.” He told the man.

“Great, you’re in charge of her from now on, got it? I’ll see you all later.” He picked up his briefcase from his desk and walked out. Everyone else started to leave too as I just stared at Jimin as he reached for my stuff and handed it to me.

“Follow me, I’ll show you to your room.” He said as he walked out, and I of course followed along. We walked towards a big staircase. It was wide at the bottom and at the top it split up to the right and left.

“You have a really nice mansion. Makes me miss mine.” I whispered the last part. It wasn’t that I was a spoiled rich kid who didn’t care for anyone who was ‘below me’ but I did miss the comfort of my own. It was all I knew.

“So you weren’t lying about being rich? You can be honest with me, I won’t hurt you.” He gave me such a kind smile that made me think I wasn’t even in such a terrible situation. Like I wasn’t even in trouble with the Mafia, but the authority his vibe gave off told me otherwise. Even if their vibe drew me in.

“I know your boss thinks I was lying, but the truth is I do come from a wealthy family and the clothes are mine. I know it looks sketchy because I used my uniform to get cheap hotel rooms and I was on your boat, but I can explain all that.” I told him, and I was sure I would have to explain because his boss made it clear we’d discuss it later. Once we reached the top of the stairs I noticed glass doors that lead to what looked like a lounge room, but it was full of plants and flowers, and couches here and there and some tables. The room was big and further down there seemed to be a balcony. It had a greenhouse vibe and it complemented the mansion very well. From there we took a turn into a hallway with many rooms.

“He’s not my boss, all seven of us are. He’s considered the boss, well more accurately, the leader, between us seven, but we all hold power. Regarding your situation, I believe you, don’t worry.” He smiled at me as we walked passed a living room, before there was more rooms.

“That’s an interesting set up for a Mafia, and thank you, I really appreciate that at least one of you believes me.”

We didn’t walk down much longer before stopping in front of a door. He unlocked it and let me in. “My room is right in front of yours so if you need anything just scream. Feel free to shower or get comfortable. I’ll be back later for dinner.” He let me know before closing the door again and locking it.

The room was absolutely beautiful. From the door, the wall was made of a beautiful dark colored brick. Once you walked away from the entrance and stepped down the steps, the floor and wall was made of wood and I was met by a glass wall with a sliding door which was open and at both sides there was a big grey curtain that hung from the ceiling to the floor. The color matched the color scheme of the bed which was only separated from the glass wall by a wide bedside table which had multiple drawers of different sizes. On the other side of the bed there was another. The wood was a very pretty brown that gave a warm feeling to counter the cold vibe the gray furniture around the room gave.

On each side of the bed above the bedside stands there was a yellow square made of wood that seemed like a painting. In the middle of it there was a smaller brown square which was covered by a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I turned the lights on and the yellow background that the square offered the light made the room warmer. In the ceiling itself there was three lights on each side, inside it. I set my bag down on my bed and wondered if I should explore the room more or shower like Jimin suggested.

I choose the former and looked to my right and was met by more glass walls. The door was near the opposite wall from the original entrance and I pulled it open, walking into the room. There was a tv mounted on the wall. The couch in front of the tv matched the color scheme which was grey and yellow. The coffee table was made out of glass as well and rested on a light blue, yellow, and grey carpet.

Further behind the couch, there was a small room with a desk inside it. The glass door was closed and I decided to walk back to the main part of the room to figure out where the bathroom was. I walked back towards my bed closing the door I came in from behind me. On the end of the room, the wall was completely black, but there was also a black glass door, and I figured it was the closet so I grabbed my bag and walked inside. It was a walk in closet and at the end of it there was another door which lead to the bathroom. Since I was in here, I decided to take a shower. The bathrooms luxury matched that of the bedroom and mansion in general.

I was paying too much attention to the details of this room, and I knew exactly why. Because I hadn’t had time to grief over what happened to my father and not knowing where my mother is, was eating away at me. It had been two months but I didn’t give myself time to grief because I hadn’t found a plan yet, and I knew that if I broke down I wouldn’t be able to get up again. All that went to hell as soon as I stepped in the shower and closed the door behind me. The moment the water touched my body I let the tears fall down. My loud sobs sounding like thunder and the water reminded me of rain, and I decided to let myself submerge into the thunderstorm that I was feeling inside myself. Before coming in here I noticed the clock that sat on the bedside stand marked that it was 11am, so I decided it was okay to give myself time in here. I wasn’t going to get out this room until dinner tonight, like they had said.

Before I knew it two hours had gone by and I finally turned off the water and walked out. I reached inside my backpack, which was on the sink, and pulled out some ointment. I rubbed some on the cut that was left on my cheekbone, and the side of my eyebrow from last night. I headed back into the closet, not sure if to place my clothes in the empty cabinets and shelves. Was I going to stay here? Or were they still thinking of getting rid of me? The man with gray hair told Jimin he was in charge of me from now on, it sounded as if I would be here for a long time, but I wasn’t sure.

I gave in and just started organizing my clothes and picked out an outfit to wear. I choose to wear a gray tracksuit. I kept the jacket unzipped and under I was wearing a cropped tank top. The fabric of the tracksuit was very soft and the sweats weren’t tight, but they weren’t baggy either, they were just right. I looked at myself in the mirror of my closet and noticed the dark bruise on my side. It was the same place the two men from earlier had kicked me with such aggression. I had known it would leave a bruise, I just didn't think it was that bad. I sighed and went to put my shoes on and walked to the bed again, contemplating whether or not to call the cops as I brushed my hair.

The only reason I hadn’t already was because my father warned me that if something like this were to ever happen, to lay low and not make my whereabouts be known. The reason being the people who were after him being after myself as well. The sole purpose of me traveling to Seoul was so I could get help, but I wanted to get help far away from where it all happened. However, this is the Mafia we’re talking about, was calling the cops going to help anyone? I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, wondering what I should do. My mind wanders off into dreamland.

However, it felt more like nightmare land, as I relived the night of my father’s death. I sat back up suddenly in a rush, I had the numbers dialed and my finger on top of the call button but I was afraid to click it. Before I could actually do it though, I hear keys and the door being opened. I quickly turn my phone off and shove it under one of the pillows, before getting up in a rush.

“Dinners being prepared, let’s go down.” Jimin instructed as he beckoned me, and I obeyed. With the whole closet organization, and long shower, and now my small nightmare, I hadn't noticed it was nearly 5 in the afternoon. He closed the door behind us and I wondered if I could out run him, but even if I could, they had guards. Before I could make a decision he was walking in front of me and I followed.

“You okay? I know you must be scared, but I can assure you that we won’t harm you.” He tried comforting me and I nodded in response. He looked into my eyes and I realized he’d only asked because my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.

They were much less intense than earlier, but he still noticed it. We reached the stairs again and he lead us down them. We entered a hallway which then lead to the dining room which was viewed by the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and modern. There was two separate counter tops, one with a sink and another with a stove on it. The whole thing was made out of a beautifully dark brown shiny wood, with many cabinets. The actual counter tops were made out of a very pretty white and gray marble. There was quite some space between them and to the far left of both there was another countertop and cabinets under it and a sink as well of identical color scheme. Above it on the wall was multiple glass cabinets filled with wine glasses. From one of the separated countertops, the one with the sink, there was a table coming out from it. It was a bit longer in length from each side compared the counter top, but not by much. It had one chair on each end and eight along the side.

“Sit here with me, the others are on their way.” He informed me and we sat in the middle of the table. Behind us there was two large couches and two smaller ones with a coffee table in the middle with a huge floor to ceiling window that gave a view to the outside. I let my feet rest on the white tile floor. The more nervous I felt the more I looked around and observed the kitchen. I was admiring the three light bulbs hanging from the ceiling of each end of the table when I suddenly saw familiar faces. The others were here.

My nervous were skyrocketing now because a new thought popped into my head. I told them I had killed before and that I could do it again if they needed me too. That was the sole reason they decided to keep me around up until now. So the newest thoughts inside my head were that I’d probably have to prove myself to them. That made me panic, but of course I didn’t show it, I just stabbed my nails into my palm slightly to bring myself out of it. It didn’t work completely but it gave some results. I watched as Yoongi sat down left from us at the end of the table.

Hoseok sat next to me, and next to him was the brown haired man. Next to Jimin sat big green who was talking to the doctor next to him. We were waiting for the man with ash gray hair. Honestly, I was getting tired of having to distinguish them by hair color. I only had three names so far, and it was frustrating not knowing all of them. Pulling me from my thoughts, new people came into the room bowing at the men as they did. They must have been staff because they started taking out pots and pans and ingredients out. Some of them started washing and cutting vegetables some started cooking the meat or boiling water.

I looked to my side and saw Jimin messing with his rings, it wasn’t a nervous tic but more like something he did. He looked at the staff with such an instance stare. I knew that if I was under his stare, there was no way in hell I wouldn’t have fucked up by now. Mid way through the cooking process the man of the hour arrived.

“Mr. Kim, welcome.” The staff bowed at him, as he walked and sat on the opposite end of Yoongi. At least I had his last name now.