#it happens while im out walking and shit and my body is autopiloting

[digitalcockroach]

k im calling it maladaptive daymaring

[itneverendshere]

THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - five

request: "a rafe enemies to lovers 🫣 the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea that’s all I got you can do whatever else the rest 😛"

warnings: angst <3333333 for everyone <33; might need some editing bc im too tired to check everything but yeah

word count: 7.7k

The ride back to home was a blur. The plane ride, the ferry.

Everything. 

Every mile away from Rafe felt like reopening an old wound, over and over. The cops kept trying to make small talk, but you barely said a word. One-syllable responses if anything. Eventually, they just gave up and let you stare out the window in awkward silence.

By the time you pulled up, even the streets of The Cut didn’t make you feel any better. Home didn’t feel like home anymore. It was weird, almost like you didn’t recognize it. Walking in with the officers behind you just made everything feel more real, like a slap in the face of the life you were stepping back into.

“Your brother and your friends were rescued from a remote island a while ago. He was informed of your whereabouts an hour ago, he’ll be here soon.”

You barely processed what they were saying. It didn't really sink in. You just nodded, like you were on autopilot, but your brain was still stuck in everything that went down two days ago. What kind of sister doesn’t freak out when she hears her little brother’s alive and okay?

You should’ve been losing it with relief, right? But all you felt was this weird emptiness. You were supposed to protect him. You didn't.

Their words barely registered.

You nodded numbly; your mind still stuck between the events that had unfolded just two days ago.

What kind of sister had you turned into? Barely phased over the fact your little brother was thankfully alive and well? You were supposed to protect him. 

They could tell you were checked out, they exchanged this look, like they didn’t know what to do with you, then quietly stepped out onto the porch, leaving you to rot with your thoughts.

You wandered around the house, but every step felt so heavy. Every room was just a reminder of what used to be. The couch where you'd would argue over stupid TV shows while Luke was off doing who-knows-what, the kitchen table where it was just the two of you, eating and sharing stories like nothing was wrong... It all felt so distant, like snapshots from another life you couldn’t touch anymore.

You knew, deep down, things would never go back to how they were.

You ended up in my room, collapsing onto your bed, the sheets still smelling like home. But even that didn’t help the ache in your chest.

It didn’t feel right. Nothing ever did unless your brother was there.

But now, not even the thought of him being back could bring you peace. All you could think about was Rafe. His smile, his touch, his voice—every part of him was still so clear in your head, and it hurt so bad to remember.

That must be your punishment. 

A soft knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts. You sat up, heart racing. Your body was still on high alert, even the tiniest noise made you jump, like you were waiting for something bad to happen.

The sound of gunshots still echoed in your mind. It hadn’t even been three days.

The old wooden door creaked open, and there was JJ, his bright blue eyes wide and full of worry. He rushed to you so fast, you almost lost your breath when he pulled you into this bear hug.

"Holy shit,” he whispered, his voice shaky, "Holy shit."

Tears just started pouring out of you, and you couldn’t stop. You were full-on sobbing while he held you like you used to hold him when he was little, and it killed you. It was all so wrong. It devastated you. It felt so disappointing. He was never supposed to be the one carrying the family burden, you were.

After what felt like forever, you pulled back and wiped your face, your throat tight. JJ sat next to you, searching your face with those big, worried eyes.

“You’re not hurt?”

You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to get a grip. All you could manage was a small “No. You?”

“No,” JJ nodded, lips pursed into a tight line as if he was figuring out what to say next, “They told me about the shooting.”

Your heart sank further at his words. You had hoped to avoid talking about it, at least for a little while. You didn’t want to talk about that. Not yet. But the way he looked at you, like he used to when you'd protect him from everything, you couldn’t just shrug it off.

“I’m fine, I swear.” You reached out and squeezed his hand. "What about you? How did you get off that island?"

JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

“It was a mess. We were stuck there for weeks, trying to find a way out. Pope and Kie kept us sane, but it was rough. We finally managed to signal a passing boat, and they rescued us. But the whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

You squeezed his hand even tighter, his words hitting you like a truck, and the guilt just kept building. You squeezed his hand tighter, trying to keep it together. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm so sorry, JJ."

He shook his head vehemently. "No, don't apologize. None of this is your fault. I—I should’ve saved you on that ship, okay? It’s on me, not you.”

You felt another wave of tears coming but swallowed them down.

“You did everything you could. We both did. None of this is your fault."

“The one time we changed places, and I couldn’t do it.”

"Jay—"

"I should have been there for you," he cut in, his voice cracking. "I hated not being there. "I hated it."

God, if only he knew. 

If he found out what really happened with Rafe, he’d hate you. It wasn’t his fault—it was yours. You pulled him into another hug, trying to say everything you couldn’t with just your touch. The weight of everything—your guilt, your pain—was too much, but at least you had each other. You could feel his body shaking, and you didn’t even know if it was from exhaustion or emotion.

When you finally let go, you took a deep breath, hoping to find some semblance of strength.

"We’re gonna be okay.”

JJ nodded, though you could see the doubt in his eyes. "I know. It's just... hard."

"I get it. But we're both here, we're alive.”

He gave you this sad little smile, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

You sat there in silence for a bit, and it felt fragile, but at least it was peaceful. Outside, you could hear the waves crashing, like life was still going on, even though yours felt like it was stuck.

"Do you think things will ever go back to normal?" JJ's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, like he didn't want an answer.

Normal? The nightmares of him finding out about Rafe haunted you every night, mocking at your mind. But You couldn’t tell him that. It made you want to scratch your skin raw. 

“Yeah.”

"Yeah," I lied.

You could see how tired he was, like he was just as drained as you felt. You both needed sleep, but honestly, the idea of closing your eyes terrified you. The nightmares were always there, waiting.

"Let's try to get some sleep," You suggested softly, though you weren't sure you could follow your own advice. "We both need it, ‘kay?”

“Let’s try to get some rest,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I could actually follow through. "We both need it."

JJ nodded, even though you could tell he wasn’t convinced. He lay down next to you on the tiny bed, and you barely fit, but it was comforting. Just having him close made you feel a little less broken.

The minutes passed in silence, the only sound being the waves outside. You focused on them, using them to ground myself. Slowly, you felt the tension start to slip away, just a little.

"Do you remember the first time we went out on the boat alone?"JJ’s voice was barely a whisper in the dark, like he was holding onto a memory that felt safe.

A small smile crept onto my lips. "Yeah. You swore you knew how to steer, and we almost crashed into that sandbank."

He chuckled softly. "We were so scared. But you figured it out. You always do."

The memory was bittersweet, a reminder of when things were simpler, back when your biggest problem was not sinking a boat and you weren't a complete fuck up.

Now, you felt like you were drowning every day.

Your eyes started to get heavy, and JJ’s breathing next to you slowed, evening out. You wanted to tell him everything, but you couldn’t. If you did, you'd lose him for good.

Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it was deep and dreamless. Empty, like how you'd been feeling for way too long.

Morning came too fast, sunlight slipping through the curtains and filling the room with a warm glow. You blinked awake, feeling disoriented for a second before everything from the past few days came rushing back. JJ was still asleep next to you, his face finally relaxed, looking so much younger and peaceful.

You carefully slid out of bed, not wanting to wake him. The officer who comforted you after the shooting promised he’d call as soon as there was an update on Rafe. So far? Nothing.

You couldn’t help but wonder if the hospital had already contacted Sarah. She was basically the only family Rafe had left, other than Wheezie, who was just a kid, and Ward… well, a literal wanted criminal now. It made sense for them to reach out to her first.

If you called the hospital yourself, they wouldn’t tell you anything—You weren't family. And asking Sarah? She’d immediately know something was off. There was no way you could risk that.

The kitchen was weirdly quiet, the early light stretching shadows across the walls. You made a cup of coffee, letting the warmth calm the cold ache inside you, but even that didn’t really help. Sitting at the table, you tried to think of some kind of plan. You needed to know if he was okay, but every option felt like a trap.

Suddenly, your new phone buzzed on the table, shaking you out of your thoughts. You grabbed it, heart pounding, seeing an unknown number flash on the screen. Your stomach twisted, but you answered.

“Hello?”

“This is Officer Thompson. I promised I’d keep you updated on Rafe Cameron’s condition.”

You closed your eyes, thanking God for finally giving you some piece of mind, “Yes, thank you.”

“He’s stable,” Officer Thompson continued. “The surgery went well, and he’s in recovery. It’ll be a while before he’s fully back on his feet, but he’s out of immediate danger.”

The knot in your stomach loosened just a little. “Thank you for letting me know.”

There was a pause on the other end.

“I know this is difficult, but you should focus on your own recovery too. There’s a chance the feds will contact you, they’re building their case on Ward. What happened to you is, unfortunately, considered a minor crime compared to everything he’s done, so maybe you’ll get some peace. If not, you might have to testify against him.”

Testify. The thought of standing in a courtroom, reliving everything in front of strangers, made your skin crawl.

“And Rafe? What are his charges?”

"He’s facing several charges, but the severity of his sentence could depend on his cooperation. If he agrees to testify against his father, the authorities might offer him a deal."

A deal. The idea of him getting out that easily should’ve made you angry, but instead, you felt this weird sense of relief. You hated myself for it. You wanted him to pay for everything, for all of it. But now? You were clinging to any slim chance of freedom, even if it wasn’t fair.

You thanked Officer Thompson again and ended the call, setting your phone down with a shaky hand. The coffee had grown cold, but you didn't have the energy to make another cup. You sat there for a long moment, staring into nothing.

The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned to see JJ in the doorway, his hair sticking up in all directions, still half-asleep.

“Who was that?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“Uh—Officer Thompson. He was at the scene the other day and told me he’d keep me updated.”

JJ tilted his head, his messy bed hair making him look like a confused puppy. “Updated on what?”

“Rafe’s condition,” You replied, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. It was a half-lie, but at least you were giving him something. 

He stopped mid-step, “And you care because…?”

“For closure, I guess," You mumbled, trying to brush it off like it was no big deal.

His gaze softened a little, but not by much. He pulled out a chair and sat across from you. “You’re too good, y’know that? Personally, I don’t give a fuck if he dies.”

You winced inwardly. "JJ, you can't just say stuff like that."

He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Why not? After everything he’s done, he deserves whatever he gets."

You couldn’t really argue with that, but something inside you felt the need to defend Rafe, even if you hated that feeling. He had saved your life, and that wasn’t something you could just forget.

“He’s still a human being, okay?”

JJ scoffed, shaking his head like you’d said the dumbest thing ever. "Barely."

You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so angry, so defensive. But it made its way up your body until your lips were moving again, practically spitting the words out.

“He saved my life.”

Your brother stared at you like you were speaking another language, “Saved your life? Are you serious? It’s his fault you were there in the first place!”

“He chose to help me. And I can't just forget that."

JJ ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “This is insane. One good deed doesn’t make up for all the shit he’s done.”

“I know that,” I said, reaching out for him, but he pulled back before I could touch him, your fingers only brushing against his shirt.

“Do you?” His voice was cold, and the way he looked at you—like he didn’t recognize you—cut deep. It was the look you dreaded seeing in your nightmares, and now, it was real, it ten times worse. 

"I’m not saying he’s a good person. I’m just saying… it’s complicated."

He started pacing around the kitchen. "Complicated? Complicated is being stuck on an island, wondering if your sister is even alive. Complicated is dealing with the fact that the guy who screwed us over gets to play hero for one day, and now you’re defending him."

"I'm not defending him," You said, voice rising. "I just… I saw a different side of him. Maybe he can change. Or at least help put Ward away."

You never raised your voice at him.

JJ stopped and spun around to face you, his eyes blazing. "And what if he doesn't? What if this is all part of some twisted game for him? People like Rafe don't just change, okay? They manipulate, they hurt, they destroy."

“JJ—"

“You sound just like her.”

You didn’t have to ask to know what he meant. Suddenly your entire soul felt like it was being drained out and slashed into pieces. A carbon copy of your mother, your punishment. All you life, you’d been told you were like her—just as blind, just as soft.

“Don’t say that.”

“That’s exactly the type of bullshit she would spit out about dad, wasn’t it? And look where it got her.”

"That’s the kind of crap Mom used to say about Dad, remember? And look where it got her."

Memories of mom came rushing back—the excuses she made, the false hope she clung to, and the endless disappointment. You weren't like her, were you? You weren't defending a man who was never going to change. You couldn’t be. You’d spent your entire life trying not to be like her.

It wasn’t fair. You were just trying to find a shred of humanity in someone who had shown you mercy. How could he think you were blind to Rafe’s faults? You knew them all too well. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and fiercely defensive.

“I’m not her,” You finally managed to say, your voice cracking, “I’m not defending him like she did.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?”

Your eyes narrow into slits, “I’m not doing this with you, not right now.” 

You turned away, your fists clenched at your sides as you fought to keep it together.

He followed you hot on your heels, "Don't walk away from me.”

"I'm not defending him," You insisted, your back still to him, “I’m just trying to understand, okay?”

“Understand what? Jesus, Rafe is who he is.”

"And maybe he can change," You fired back, the words spilling out despite the tightening knot in your chest. "Maybe he saved my life because he wants to change."

"He's manipulating you," JJ retorted, his jaw clenched. "Just like he always does. You went through some traumatic shit together, but that doesn't mean you owe him anything."

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face him again. Your head was tingling, the headache already forming itself, and you felt hot all-over. The word "traumatic" set you off.

“Some traumatic shit?” You repeated, “Are you fucking serious?”

JJ raised both his hands, tangling them in his hair in frustration, “You almost died, and now you’re standing here, defending the guy who put you in that position in the first place!"

The accusation hurt. You hated fighting with your brother and he wasn’t wrong. You hated that Rafe was coming between you both, but you couldn’t shake what you felt.

He shook his head, disappointment oozing from him, "Good luck with that. Just don't expect me to sit here and act like everything's okay."

You blinked away the dryness in your eyes, "I'm not asking you to. Can't you see that maybe things aren't as black and white as they seem?"

“All I know is what he's done to us, to you."

“And what about what he did for me?” The words tasted bitter as they left your mouth.

“And what did he do exactly?" Your lips parted to speak, but words continued to spill from his mouth, “What did you do?”

You gave no reply, unblinking, short breaths escaping you. You couldn’t let it out. Not yet. Not to him.

Not to JJ, not yet.

"I don't expect you to understand," Your voice was strained,"But I’m not turning my back on him.”

JJ's eyes narrowed; frustration etched on his face. "Why?”

“Because I want to!” The scream ripped from your throat before you could stop it, tears spilling over. "I’m still my own person, and I can make my own decisions."

He opened his mouth to fight back, but the words seemed to evaporate from his tongue. The kitchen was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing and your instant regret.

“Fine,” he muttered, turning away. “Do what you want.”

You watched him walk out of the kitchen, his back stiff with anger and disappointment. It was the first time you'd ever yelled at him, and you hated every second of it.

Alone again in the kitchen, you sank back into your chair, your energy completely drained. Part of you wanted to run after him, to explain yourself, to make him understand.

But he wouldn’t. How could he?

None of them would.

Because unlike you, they weren’t stupid enough to sympathize with Rafe Cameron.

Sitting there, you couldn't shake the feeling that you'd crossed a line. You stared at your hands, still trembling from the argument, and let out a long, shaky breath. What was it about Rafe that had such a grip on you?

You heard the front door creak open and shut—JJ leaving. Maybe that was for the best. You both needed time to cool off. You got up, poured the coffee down the sink, watching it swirl away. Weirdly, the sound was kind of comforting, like you were washing away the mess clinging to you.

You spent the entire day locked away in your room, ignoring the sun, ignoring everyone. Your phone buzzed again, and for a second, you thought about letting it go, but you couldn’t. You picked it up, expecting another call from Officer Thompson, but the name on the screen made your heart skip a beat.

Sarah.

With a deep breath, you answered. “Hey sweets.”

“Hi,” Sarah’s voice was almost unsure. “JJ and the police called earlier, told us what happened. Are you okay? I’m on the mainland with John B, we’re taking the next ferry back home.” 

You closed your eyes, somewhat relieved that you wouldn’t have to face them yet.

“Yeah, I’m…Managing. I'm okay.”

“Good, that’s good,” There was a pause, and then she asked, “Have you heard anything about...Rafe?”

Had the hospital not called her? How much should you tell her.

“He’s stable. The surgery went well.”

Sarah sighed, “Good. That’s good to hear I guess.”

You bit your lip, unsure if you should ask, but you did anyway. “Sarah, did the hospital call you?”

There was a long silence on the other end before she replied, “Yeah. But I…I don’t know. I just couldn’t bring myself to answer. I knew it was coming after the police called. But—Yeah, it’s just, it’s really hard.”

You didn’t know what to say, “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re the only one not giving me shit about still… caring, I guess. He’s my brother, you know? And I want to hate him. I should hate him. But I can’t.”

"I get it, Sarah. He’s your brother. It’s okay to feel conflicted."

"Yeah," She exhaled heavily, "But I don't know how to deal with it. He's done so much harm, and yet. I keep hoping there's still some good left in him. I know there's no hope for my dad, but Rafe..."

She trailed off, and you knew exactly where she was coming from. She’d seen Rafe before Ward broke him down. And you knew she still carried that guilt—the guilt of being the favorite, never standing up for him, even when she saw Ward lose control.

“I get it,” You whispered. You were both tangled up in love and hate when it came to him, the messiness of family making it impossible to separate the two.

 “He was good to me.”

There was a long pause. You expected her to hang up on you, to freak out and call you a list of degrading names, all of which you felt you deserved. She had enough at the hands of her brother— the same brother you had come to care for, despite knowing the full extent of what he’d done. 

But you underestimated her. You'd momentarily forgotten just how compassionate and noble she was. She possessed a goodness smiliar to your own—loyal, forgiving, and endlessly understanding.

Both lovers and fighters.

 "I know, the feds told me about the shooting," Sarah finally said, "And I think that's what makes it so hard. Picturing him as the same monster from before was a lot easier.”

You nodded even though she couldn't see you, feeling a deep ache in your chest. "Yeah."

"I don't know what to do," She confessed, her vulnerability cutting through the distance between you. "Part of me wants to see him, to talk to him. And part of me wants to never look at him again."

"I think... whatever you decide, it's okay," You offered tentatively, not entirely sure if your words were comforting or just empty platitudes.

“John B disagrees.”

“Yeah, so does JJ.”

"I appreciate you telling me about Rafe," Sarah continued, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. "I... I don't think I could have handled hearing it from anyone else."

Guilt prickled at you. “I’m sorry you had to hear it like this. I wish things were different.”

"We all do," she replied softly. "Thank you.”

“Of course," You said, "Take care of yourself.”

"You too. We'll see you soon, okay?"

"Yeah. See you soon."

You hung up and stared at your phone, the screen going dark. It matched how you felt—empty, lifeless.

You spent the next few days in a haze, avoiding JJ and the rest of your friends as much as possible. You’d only seen Sarah. Somehow her presence didn’t make you feel as nervous as you thought. It weirdly calmed you down. You’d always been close, ever since she joined the group, but now you felt like she was the only one who understood your point of view. 

You knew Pope and Kie wouldn’t, and you couldn’t blame them.

Sarah never pushed you to talk, never demanded explanations. Instead, she just sat with you, shared a laugh or two, and let the silence speak for itself.

Your small house felt like a prison. It wasn’t until a week later, as you sat on the beach watching the waves crash against the shore, that your phone buzzed with a message. It was the officer: "Rafe’s awake."

Your heart jumped straight into your throat. You still hadn’t told anyone the full story about what happened between you and Rafe, and honestly, you didn’t even know if you ever could. They knew the basics—he was in the hospital, you both got caught in a shooting, and somehow, he’d saved your life. That’s all anyone knew.

But now, with him awake... you were completely lost.

With shaky hands, you fumbled for the phone, dialing the number the officer had given you. It rang a few times, "Hello, this is St. Michael Hospital. How can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm calling to check on a patient, Rafe Cameron. I was told he’s awake."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, just the faint sound of keys clicking away. "Yes, Mr. Cameron is awake. Are you a family member?" the nurse asked.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. "No. Uh, a friend, I guess—" You almost started rambling, but instead, you settled for, “Can you tell him Maybank’s calling?”

"Okay, just a minute, please."

You stared at the sand, biting your lip, trying to figure out what you’d even say to him. When the nurse finally came back on, her voice was softer, almost pitiful, and you immediately knew you weren't going to like her answer.

"I’m sorry. Mr. Cameron has requested not to speak with you," she said. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

Your whole body went numb. You wanted to throw the phone, scream into the void, drown yourself in the ocean and not come up until you didn’t feel anything anymore.

 What the hell? 

You’d spent weeks thinking about him, on edge, worrying if he was gonna make it, praying for him even though you weren’t even sure you believed in any of that. And now...he didn’t want to speak to you? Unbelievabl, like all of it—every single moment you spent worrying, crying, hoping—it was for nothing. You didn't have it in you to put up a fight.

"No, that's all. Thanks," you mumbled before hanging up.

You stared at your phone, trying to process it. Rafe didn’t want to talk to you. It was like someone ripped the ground from under you. Everything you thought you had shared, everything he did for you, saving your life... Had any of it mattered to him?

Had you just imagined it?

You tried to think back—Rafe had kissed you, touched you like you were precious, like he didn’t want to break you. And that moment when he’d saved you—had that meant nothing to him? Maybe you were just fooling yourself. Maybe, to him, you were just a temporary distraction, someone who didn’t mean anything outside of that life-or-death situation. Just a pogue.

You were just sitting there, staring out at the water, trying not to fall apart. The sun felt too bright, the world too loud, everything too much. The anger, the hurt, the confusion—Before you even realized what you were doing, a scream tore out of you, raw and guttural.

It ripped through the air, echoing across the beach as if it could somehow take away everything inside. Tears came next, hot and salty, and you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to.

Without warning, a scream ripped from your throat, raw and unfiltered. It echoed across the empty beach, a primal release of everything you had been bottling up. You hadn’t cried properly in weeks. 

You screamed until your throat was raw, until you had nothing left to give. The sun cast long shadows on the sand, the beach deserted except for you. Collapsing back onto the sand, you let the tears flow freely. 

There was no one to judge you, no one to see you fall apart. You’d spent a lifetime pulling yourself together, it was only fair you finally got to breathe properly. When the tears subsided, you wiped your face with the back of your hand and took a shuddering breath. The tightness in your chest began to ease, replaced by a hollow ache.

You were many things, but none of them were weak and yet...It was almost unbearable, the way your mind replayed every interaction, every look, every word, searching for signs you might have missed, clues that would have warned you not to get attached.

Footsteps crunched in the sand, and you tensed, knowing who it was even before you turned to look. JJ. Of course, it was him.  You still weren’t ready to face him after the argument. But he sat down next to you without saying a word, just looking out at the water like you were.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say.

“I’m sorry for what I said about Mom,” he continued, sounding just as broken as you felt, “I shouldn’t have compared you to her. That wasn’t fair.”

You swallowed hard, your throat still aching from the scream. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “I get it.”

“I did, and I didn’t,” he admitted. “I just... I don’t want to see you get hurt. I don’t trust him, and I hate that you’ve been caught up in all this.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

JJ turned to you, frowning, “What do you mean?”

“I called the hospital. They said he’s awake, but he doesn’t want to speak with me.”

You could barely get the words out without choking up.

Your brother frowned, his protective instincts flaring up. “That fucking piece of shit. After everything—”

You shook your head, cutting him off gently. ““Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s for the best.”

JJ sighed, softening as he looked at you. “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

A lump formed in your throat, but you nodded, trying to believe his words. “I just... I thought there was more to it. That maybe he could change.”

“People like Rafe... it’s hard to change.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill again.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re wrong for wanting to see the good in him.”

He spoke with such gentleness and wisdom. You forgot he wasn’t a kid anymore. That he’d also done his fair share of growing up way too fast. 

You leaned into his touch, “I know.”

“We’ll get through this,” JJ said firmly. “Together. You and me, like always.”

You nodded, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the beach, you and JJ sat there in silence. The waves continued to crash against the shore, a reminder that life moved forward, even when it felt like everything was falling apart.

Maybe things would never go back to the way they were, but you had your brother, your friends, and a resilience you didn't know it was capable of existing until then.

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Six months had gone by since that day, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

Life had somewhat gone back to normal, or at least a version of it. The days were getting hotter, like the summer was showing off, making everything sticky and slow. You’d spent the afternoon alone, sprawled out on the couch with a book you weren’t really reading, barely feeling the breeze from the old fan struggling against the heat.

You were in the middle of rereading the same sentence for the third time when loud banging on the door made you jump. The knock was so aggressive it had to be someone with a serious problem, and the sound jolted you upright.

You groaned, rolling off the couch and heading for the door. "What the—"

Before you could even finish, you yanked the door open, annoyance already building up. And then, just like that, it drained out of you.

“Rafe?”

It was him. Standing there. Looking... well, looking alive, which was more than you expected after months of silence.

You froze, staring at him, and instinct kicked in. You tried to slam the door in his face, but he was quick. His hand caught the edge, holding it open. “Seriously?” you hissed, shoving harder. “Get the hell off my porch.”

"Maybank—"

"If you don't get off my property, I swear to fucking God—"

“Wait—Maybank—just listen.”

“Nope. Get lost. Now.”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and his hand shook where it held the door. “Just give me a minute.”

You glared at him, every instinct telling you to push harder, to shut him out. But something in his eyes—fear, desperation, a flicker of the Rafe you once knew—gave you pause.

The last time you saw him, he was bleeding out and terrifyingly pale. It wasn’t the cocky Rafe you remembered. The last time you saw him, he was bleeding out, barely conscious. And now he was just... here. What the hell was he doing here?

The last update you had on him was from Sarah, months ago. He had left the hospital and kept sporadic contact, reaching out to her only every few weeks. You never asked her about his well-being or what he was doing; despite guessing that he was cooperating with the police.

At least you hoped he was. 

You were determined not to care anymore.

He leaned against the doorframe, looking worn out in a way that made you pause for a second too long. “You look good."

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. Was he for real?

You were going to slap the lack of common sense out of him. You weren’t about to let him waltz back in like nothing had happened.

You scoffed, not letting your guard down. “What are you doing here?”

He looked down, trying to find the words as he scratched the back of his head, “I... I needed to see you. To talk.”

“Yeah, no. Get back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

You tried to slam the door again, but he held firm. “Please, just let me explain.”

“You had six months to explain.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I was— It’s messed up, okay?" his words coming out rushed and uneven. ”I’m still working with the feds. I was losing it. Still am, probably. But I need to explain. Please, Maybank, just a minute.”

Maybe it was the part of you that used to care, or maybe you just needed answers after everything that had happened. You stepped back, letting the door open just enough for him to walk in.

“Fine. Talk.”

Rafe stepped inside, looking around your small living room as if seeing it for the first time, which you now realized he'd never been in your house. And now that he was standing here, you regretted letting him in.

He turned to face you, his expression earnest. “I didn’t know what to say. I felt—“, He took a deep breath, cheeks puffing, “Ashamed. I don’t know.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, keeping a safe distance between you.

“Ashamed? You’ve done a lot of things to be ashamed of. You can’t just show up after six months and expect everything to be fine.”

“I know,” He admitted, taking a deliberate small step closer to you, “I wasn’t expecting that. I just... I wanted to tell you that I’m trying. I’m in therapy and rehab, trying to get clean. I’ve been going to meetings. It’s been hell, but I’m trying.”

You looked at him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes were clear, more focused than you had ever seen them. He wasn't high.

You eyed him skeptically. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because you’re the only person who ever saw anything good in me. And I can’t forget that. I don’t deserve it, but I need you to know that your faith in me wasn’t for nothing.”

The vulnerability in his voice took you by surprise. You had expected anger, arrogance, manipulation—but this was different. Genuine. It felt like you were back in that motel room, in his arms.

You scoffed, turning away from him. “Is that all? That’s why you showed up here out of nowhere?”

“No, it’s not,” he said, sounding more desperate. “I just—Shit. I need to make things right. With you. I don’t know how, but I need to try.”

You took a deep breath.

You didn’t want to talk to me.”

He winced at that, his guilt obvious. “I was scared, okay? I didn’t know how to handle it. I still don’t. But I’m here now, trying to fix what I broke.”

Part of you wanted to believe him, to give him another chance, but the other part of you—the part that had been hurt and abandoned—was screaming not to fall for it again.

“So you shut me out?” You snapped, “You made me feel like I meant nothing.”

“That’s not true,” He snapped back, head whipping up, then immediately softened his tone, taking another step closer. “That’s not true. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I was getting better for you."

“Don’t lie to me.”

Rafe looked offended, eyes zeroing in on your lips before his gaze met yours. That's when you felt it again, “I never lied to you, pretty.”

You recoiled at the nickname, taking a step back, needing space. 

“Cameron.”

Another step closer. His eyes pleading with you to understand. 

You were staring up at him now, the look on your face completely unreadable. You were waiting for an answer, but he had a feeling that no matter what answer he gave, it wouldn't make a difference.

"I never lied to you," He repeated, his voice shaking slightly. "I was scared and confused, but I never lied.”

“Scared and confused? That’s your excuse?”

Rafe flinched at your words, but he didn't back down. “I know how it sounds. I handled it all wrong. I’m trying to fix it.”

“You think saying sorry and showing up out of the blue makes it better?"

His hands reached out, his palms open as if he was dealing with a wounded animal. “I’m not asking for forgiveness right away. I just want a chance to make things right.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” You spat, your voice trembling with emotion, “How it felt, watching you almost die. I spent days wondering if you were going to be—” 

You stopped yourself, knowing that if you continued your voice would crack and the tears would start pouring down your cheeks.

You already cried enough for him. 

Rafe’s expression softened, and he reached out tentatively, his hand stopping inches from your arm. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You took a step back, putting more distance between you, needing the space to think clearly. “I needed you to be sorry six months ago.”

It’s only then, when your brain cleared slightly that you noticed he looked different. His hair had been buzzed, his skin looked tanner than the last time you’d seen him, he looked healthier. 

Rafe noticed your eyes wandering to his head and ran a hand through his short hair, a hint of a self-conscious smile flickering across his lips.

“Yeah, I uh, made some changes. Trying to start over, I guess.”

“I’m happy for you, but I can’t do this.”

“Pretty—"

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you cut him off, “I feel guilty enough as it is around everyone else.”

“I told Sarah.”

His words hit you like a punch to your gut. 

“What?”

“About us.”

You felt your stomach drop and your vision narrow, the world tilting sideways. “You what?”

“I told her.” 

“You absolute fucking—” You hissed, your voice rising without warning, “Are you serious?!”

“I thought it was the right thing to do,” His tone faltered to one that could’ve fallen on deaf ears if not attentive enough. “I needed someone to talk to, and she’s…my sister.”

You were fuming, pacing the room. “Do you realize what that could do? My life here—everything—could be ruined because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

Rafe flinched, taking a step back. “I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

“Of course you didn’t,” You nearly growled, pacing the small living room. “You never think about anyone but yourself, do you?”

“Listen— “ He opened his mouth undoubtedly to fire back with another half-assed apology - but you barreled forward, letting the months of bottled resentment continue to burst open.

“You’re so selfish.”

“She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone,” His throat bobbed in an audible gulp, “It’s okay.”

“You really believe that?” You stopped pacing and turned to face him, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “This is too much for her to keep to herself. It’ll eat away at her until she tells someone. And when that happens, my life here is over.”

Rafe looked stricken, “I just—I needed someone to understand what I’m going through.”

For the first time, he took the time to explain what was going on in his head instead of letting his frustrations take over and kissing you.

“And what about what I’m going through?” You demanded. “Did you ever stop to think about that? I’ve been trying to move on, to rebuild my life, and you just waltz back in and blow everything up.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

You spotted his sun-kissed freckles. They wouldn’t be noticeable if you hadn’t looked at him so closely before.

“Sorry doesn’t fix this,” Bitterness began to overpower the pit of your heaving chest, “Sorry doesn’t make it go away. You can’t just undo what you’ve done.”

“I know,” One shaky hand scrubbed over his face, refusing to meet your wide-eyed stare., “But I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. I swear.”

“Make it right? You can’t make this right, Rafe.”

“I don’t know what else to do,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m trying, pretty. I really am.”

You felt a smidge of sympathy despite your anger.

You could see the pain and desperation in his eyes, the same pain and desperation you had felt for the past six months. But that didn’t change the fact that he left you hanging for so long.

“I need you to leave."

You expected him to put up a fight, to lash out, hide his emotions with empty threats and petty names. But he didn’t. Instead, he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as he turned to leave. You watched him go in silence.

Part of you wanted to run after him, to give him another chance, to believe that he could change. But another part—the part that had been hurt and left to heal on its own—knew that it wasn’t that simple.

You had to protect yourself, even if it meant shutting him out for good.

Rafe paused in the doorway, his back to you. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly through the thick air. "I don’t regret it," he repeated, his shoulders tensing as he spoke.

You blinked, taken aback. "What?"

He turned slightly, just enough for you to see the raw honesty in his eyes. "I don’t regret what happened. Between us. I regret how I handled it, how I hurt you, but I don’t regret feeling something real for once."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the suffocating heat seemed to dissipate, replaced by a cold clarity. You crossed your arms tighter around yourself, trying to hold onto your anger, your resolve. But his words had hit a nerve, bringing back memories you’d tried so hard to bury.

You looked away, unable to look at him, "It doesn’t change anything."

"I know.”

And with that, he walked out, leaving you standing there, your heart in pieces all over again. You pushed away from the door, needing something to distract yourself. 

You picked up your book, but the words blurred on the page. You tossed it aside, your thoughts too chaotic to focus. Instead, you paced the small living room, replaying the conversation in your mind.

You eventually collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. You did the right thing, so why did it hurt so bad? 

You felt like a wound had been reopened, and you hated him for it.

But you hated yourself more for letting him get to you.

The hours dragged on, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting long shadows through the windows. You tried to lose yourself in anything—TV, reading, cleaning—nothing worked.

You only saw Rafe's face, his desperate eyes, his trembling hands.

You remembered the feel of his skin, the sound of his voice when he was vulnerable. The memories were too real, too persistent. You couldn't bring yourself to explain it to yourself. Your eyes begin to itch, warning you to think of something else.

Anything else but Rafe.

Was this heartbreak? No—it couldn't be. Why did it still hurt?

You weren't in love with Rafe Cameron.

At least, you didn't think you were.

You had never allowed yourself to consider it, to dwell on what you felt for him. But now, in the stillness of your small living room…it was different. You never had a good parental figure to teach you these things. All you knew was destruction, violence, and heartbreak. And although you’d done pretty well for yourself, all things considered, this was new to you.

You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to deny your connection with him. But this…wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten or ignored. You had been so afraid to admit it, fearing that acknowledging would destroy you. 

You were in love with Rafe Cameron. 

[rafeandonlyrafe]

country club bathroom part three

words: 500

warnings: mentions of sex

part one / part two / part three / part four

you've been avoiding rafe, using the other country club staff to force him to keep his distance.

you walked home, using all those miles to thing, every step changing your thoughts, even turning around and walking back for a block before coming to your senses.

when it came to the final moment, you just couldn't do it. couldn't let a man fuck you when he didn't respect you enough to be seen together. 

you thought of all the men you pushed off, all the advances that you shut down, because you were sucking rafe off in the bathroom and completely unable to tell anyone. all those months of meetings now make you feel ashamed, even if you did thoroughly enjoy yourself.

“come on.” your friend tugs at you hand. “you have to come out. it's just an outdoor movie, literally so chill.”

“fine.” you finally give in. you don't get dressed up, settling for just a sweatshirt and shorts, knowing the temperature will drop but not enough for pants, not in the summer.

you are only half paying attention to everything that's happening, feeling like your mind is numb and overworked from all the mixed feelings, body working on autopilot.

until you make eye contact with him, his blue eyes looking intently into yours, a surprised expression on his face suddenly shifting. he leaves his friends mid sentence, walking with purpose over to you.

all eyes turn to him, his commanding presence easily cutting through the crowd, crossing the line of kooks into the pogues.

“i was wrong y/n.” he simply says. “i want you.”

one hand cups your jaw, turning your head upward while his other arm wraps around you, tugging you in close, almost making you stumble until you're pressed against his chest. rafe looks at you, and time seems to pause for the seconds that it takes for him to lean in, until a spark ignites and his lips are on yours, kissing you for all to see.

you wrap your arms around rafes shoulders instantly, letting his mouth devour yours, far too intense for a public kiss, but you don't care.

“i want you too.” you whisper, thinking back to all the times at the country club that were spent together not in the bathroom, rafe whispering jokes to make you smile, having to hold back a laugh.

when you would sneak rafe drinks, knowing he could afford it but still wanting to do something nice for him.

when either of you would find a private moment, tugging the other into whatever small empty space you could find, just to make out, to relish in kissing.

“holy shit.” you blink up at rafe. “did you just kiss me in front of everyone?”

“yeah.” rafe smirks. “wanted to make it real fucking clear how i feel about you. to you and to everyone else.” rafe looks around, still some people looking shocked at seeing the kook prince make out with a pogue, especially one so beneath him to serve him at his favorite country club. a few even have their phones out, snapping pictures or videoing the whole thing.

“and im about to make my intentions real fucking clear when i carry you back to my truck and take you home to fuck you.”

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[d0llpie]

prompt 16 ;; in your req rules you said this was okay so i hope its fine :,) could i have oikawa, iwaizumi and tsukishima finding their s/o's fresh (or old if you prefer) sh scars? the way it ends should be fluff lol, im only asking because this would bring me comfort </3 either way i love your writing ur amazing<3

Self Harm Comfort

oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, tsukkishima x reader

Warnings: self harm mention, blood mention, this topic is very triggering so please do not read if uncomfortable, i add tags that can be blacklisted for this topic !

a/n: hi love, i hope this brought you some comfort, my messages are always open, have a beautiful day <333

prompt: “i know i’m not what you signed up for”

wc: 1.9k

Oikawa

~ You hadn’t been dating Oikawa very long, he never questioned why you always wore long sleeves and honestly he didn’t think much of it

~ You were proud to say that you hadn’t self harmed since your relationship had begun, he was always doting and caring while also being fun and a distraction for you. You loved him with all your heart and knew he loved you too

~ You knew you couldn’t hide them from him forever but you didn’t realise he was coming over to surprise you, wanting to take you on a date

You’d been in your head all day, you couldn’t help it, your thoughts spiraled and you were back in that dark place you’d been so happy to be out of for so long. You hated that you resorted to this but coping this way became to familiar that before you knew it, you found yourself on the bathroom floor, blade in one hand and bloody tissues in the other. Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you stared blankly ahead of you, you didn’t feel any better, your thoughts turning to tooru, what would he think? This only made your tears come out faster, shame creeping up on you, your thoughts spiraling darker and deeper until you were stuck overthinking and rolling your sleeve higher.

You didn’t hear Oikawa open the door or walk towards the bathroom, you did hear his gasp in the door frame as he dropped to his knees in front of you, cradling you in his arms, wetting your shirt with his own tears. “Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? What happened? What are you doing?” you were too shocked to answer, scared that this was the end of your relationship and you’d be trapped again with your thoughts, alone. “i-“ you tried to speak but it came out in a choked sob and Oikawa shushed you, pulling you to sit on the edge of the bathtub while he fetched your med kit. He was silent cleaning your wounds, occasional sniffles let out which only make you overthink even more. Once he bandaged your arm you held his wrist still.

“Tooru i wanted to tell you, i hadn’t done this since before we started dating, i’ve been doing well i dont know what happened and i know i’m not what you signed up for, i’m sorry i’m really sorry it’s just-“ “you are exactly what i signed up for. I want you, all of you, i just wish you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me, this scares me y/n, i need you and i’m sorry that i was to ignorant to realise how you were feeling..” you cupped his cheek “no tooru baby you don’t need to apologise..” “you don’t need to either y/n, i’m going to help you, please tell me when you feel like this...i don’t know what to do but i’m not leaving. i’m staying right beside you okay?” you nodded, tearing up again and burying your face in his chest “why are you crying my love?” you lifted your head, pressing your lips against his slowly “i love you tooru, i’m s-“ “don’t you dare apologise, i love you too.” you giggled softly, sniffling before returning back to his chest.

“C’mon y/n, let’s watch your favourite movie and i’ll let you braid my hair to distract you hmm?” you smiled up at him, you both looked a mess, red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks but you were there in each other’s arms, safe and in love.

Iwaizumi

~ Iwaizumis love language was touch, it reassured him to feel you against him and showed you how much he loved you when he would absentmindedly trace patterns on your skin

~ He always had to have some form of physical contact with you, holding pinkies in crowded spaces, holding your hips while talking to people

~ It shouldn’t have surprised you that he’d eventually feel them

He’d had a long day, the team wasn’t listening to him and all he wanted to do was come home and fall asleep on your chest while you played with his hair. He hated staying late training the team but he knew you were going to be there tonight, waiting for him to come home. It was so domestic, coming back to see you in his apartment, wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers, the thought kept him going throughout the day and drive home.

Iwa was coming come home late again so you decided to take a shower and head to bed, you got out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body as you made your way into the bedroom to grab one of iwas hoodies. Iwaizumi walked into the bedroom to see you in just a towel, he smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you, breathing in deeply. You froze underneath him, did he see? would he think you were weak? disgusting? you tried calming your breathing but Iwaizumi obviously noticed your state and stepped back, running his hands over your shoulders and down your arms “what’s wrong?” he froze when his arms reached your forearms, running his fingers over the raised flesh so he knew he wasn’t imagining it. Your breathing only sped up, your throat felt like it was constricting. “y/n...” he was angry, not at you, at himself. You’d been together for so long and he never realised? He used to find the fact that you only wore oversized hoodies adorable, seeing you drown in the material warmed his heart, now it made him sick. Did you not want him to see? Did you not trust him? Why didn’t he notice?

“Ouch Haji..” your squeak shook him out of his thoughts and he released your wrists, not realising how tight his grip was getting. He then noticed your wide eyes and shallow breaths and realised you were having a panic attack “y/n-shit. i’m so sorry here, breathe with me baby okay?” he held your hands and led your breathing until you calmed down. You changed into one of his shirts and some shorts before sitting next to him on the bed. “Baby, please tell me none of those are new.” he pulled you onto him so you were sitting on him “they aren’t, i was going to tell you i was just...ashamed? i’m not sure it’s complicated, i know i’m not what you signed up for..” he held your arm out gently, tracing the scars with his fingers before pressing your wrist against his lips. He kissed along each of your scars, mumbling how much he loved you while a few stray tears escaped his eyes.

“If you ever feel that way again, i want you to tell me first okay? I love you, you’re so strong and beautiful, you’re my home okay? i need you and i want you to be able to rely on me too.” you nodded before kissing him, smiling against his lips “thank you haji” you began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and he nuzzled his face into your neck, picking you up and lying you down fully under the covers “you don’t have to hide them around me y’know” you hummed, playing with his hair, kissing his forehead as he peppered kisses along your jaw “goodnight haji”.

Tsukkishima

~ you don’t know what exactly led you to feeling this way again, but you were back to feeling numb, wanting more than anything to feel

~ although you knew better, you still made you way to the bathroom, blade in hand like you were on autopilot

~ you hadn’t told tsukkishima yet, too afraid of what he’d say, what he’d do. He was rarely serious as it was and you didn’t feel the need to burden him with this

Tsukkishima wasn’t dumb. He was smart, he noticed when you were uncomfortable in public and would take you out of there without you needing to express your discomfort. He noticed advertisements for that show you mentioned a few weeks ago on the back of a bus. He noticed the clothes you wore and how you fiddled with the edges of your sleeves. He noticed the empty look behind your eyes sometimes and the fake smiles you’d send his way when he asked if you were feeling okay. He hated it. He felt so powerless, he wasn’t certain but he was almost positive and he wanted to help you but he didn’t know how.

You weren’t answering your phone so Tsukki let himself inside, making his way up to your room only to see your phone on your bed but you nowhere to be found. He walked down the hallway and noticed the light on in the bathroom.

You looked up from the floor, hearing a knock on the bathroom door. “Yes? I’m in here.” your heart leapt into your throat when the door knob started rattling and you quickly sat against the door. “Y/N? move, what are you doing on the floor?” You froze at the sound of Keis voice “Kei? what are you doing here?” you tried to push harder against the door but he pushed it far enough to let himself into the bathroom. You had rolled your sleeves back down but he saw the bloodied blade on the counter. “Take off the jacket” you rolled your eyes “I’m not in the mood right now Kei” he moved towards you “y/n.” the sad tone in his voice made your lip quiver, he knew. You slowly took your jacket off and looked away from him as you started to tear up “i know i’m not what you signed up for but please-“”dumbass, why didn’t you tell me...” you looked up at him to find him staring at the cuts, you tried to speak but you couldn’t.

Tsukki moved to the medicine cabinet and took out some bandages and alcohol wipes, cleaning and dressing the wounds while you cried softly. “y/n, i’m not leaving okay? you don’t need to cry, i’m here.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged your waist, burying his nose in your hair. “Kei i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i just didn’t want you to break up with me..” “i’ve known for a while now, i’m not mad but i will be if you feel like this again and don’t tell me. I’m you boyfriend, you’re one of the few people i can stand and i’m not gonna have you thinking i don’t care okay?” you nodded at him, burying your face in his chest “i love you kei, i promise i’ll talk to you more..” he rubbed your back soothingly “good, dumbass. i love you too..”

[how-evergreen]

The Worst Professor/The Best Girlfriend

Summary: Finals are coming up, and you're running yourself down to avoid the proverbial foot aimed right at your ass. Luckily, your best friend and your girlfriend step in just in time.

A/N: this might be my favorite one ive written so far! im thinking of making a part two - would anyone be interested in that? thanks for the request, @themagnificentmx! this was definitely a fun one to write.

Warnings: Cursing, school-related stress, exhaustion, and as is typical of me, lots of fluff.

"You sure you don't need anything before I go?" Sam asked, looking down at you with worried eyes. You shook your head, forcing a smile.

"All set," you said, pushing him lightly. "Go. Have fun with your TA or whoever."

"She's not my TA, she's my tutor," Sam muttered. "And I will. We're going to that Italian place just off campus."

"The good one or the bad one?"

"Good one." Sam grinned. "I'm not an idiot, I know how to treat a lady."

"Sure thing." You rolled your eyes, focusing back on your textbooks. "Go get 'em, Falcon."

You heard Sam snort at the old nickname originating from his drunken leap off the roof of the Alpha Kappa Phi fraternity house. 

"I'll bring you leftovers?" he offered. 

"I'm good." You glanced at Sam, who was looking at you dubiously. "Dude. I'm fine. Go, you're gonna be late for Brittany."

"Samantha."

"Sam and Samantha?"

"Okay, I'm leaving you now."

"Finally." You laughed as Sam flipped you off over his shoulder. "See you in biochem!"

Sam said nothing, only walking out of the library. You allowed yourself a brief moment to watch him go before turning back to your books, shaking your head.

It was probably eight in the evening, and you'd been in the library since six that morning – just as you had been for the past several days. Finals were fast approaching, and your sadistic Stats professor had even assigned a pre-finals test for the next day that would be worth ten percent of your grade. He'd announced it at the previous class two days ago, leaving you hardly any time to study. Fucker.

The stress was definitely weighing down on you as you attempted to read the textbook on the table. Unfortunately, your body was working against you, vision blurring as the words began to swim.

Frustrated, you dropped your head onto the textbook.

"Fuck," you groaned, before picking your head up quickly to make sure you hadn't disturbed anyone. Luckily, there were no students in your immediate vicinity, and the ones you could see seemed to still be focused. 

"Back to it," you whispered, squinting down at the textbook again. This time, the words remained steady, and though you had to reread the same sentence twice in order for your brain to properly process what it said, you managed to keep going.

After another forty-odd years of trying to finish the same page, you saw someone approaching out of your peripheral vision. When you were able to make out who it was, you felt something inside you grow lighter.

Natasha's hair, pulled back into a neat bun, and the leotard visible beneath her unzipped jacket and jeans both indicated that she had come straight from dance class. She smiled at you as she approached, though it slipped a bit as she met your eyes.

"Nat." You grinned up at her, holding your arms out for a hug. "I missed you."

"You too." Nat pursed her lips but leaned down to hug you regardless, kissing your cheek before taking the seat beside you. "Sam texted me."

"Oh. Oh! Shit." You frowned. "Violation of trust."

"He said you've practically been living here for a week." Despite your relationship still being fairly new, you could see that beneath Natasha's irritated exterior was a whole lot of worry. "Something about a Calculus professor from hell?"

"Stats," you corrected absently. "Pre-finals quiz. He told us Monday, and it's happening tomorrow. Worth ten percent of our grade."

"Pre-finals... what?" Nat's eyebrow twitched. "I see what the 'from hell' part meant."

You puffed out an exhausted sigh. "Yeah."

"So you've spent all day every day in here?" Nat asked, gazing over the notebooks and textbooks scattered across the table.

"Well, no. I went to my classes. And to my dorm when the library closed."

"When's the last time you ate?" Nat asked suspiciously.

"Lunch. Sam brought me the grilled cheese from the cafeteria and a bottle of water."

"Oh." Natasha looked faintly surprised. "Good. And you've slept?"

You didn't say anything to that, looking away. 

"Hey." You felt fingers softly grasp your chin, turning your head to face Natasha. She examined you, eyes soft. "When's the last time you slept? And I mean actually slept, not passed out for an hour."

You sighed, glancing away. "Sunday night."

"Jesus," Nat hissed, letting go of your hand to rub your leg soothingly. "How are you even functioning?"

"Autopilot," you said, shrugging and turning back to your textbook. "I'm okay. Just gotta finish this chapter before the library closes."

"Uh, no." A hand dropped onto the pages, blocking your view and forcing you to look at Natasha. "You're not gonna wear yourself down any more than you already have."

"But the test is tomorrow, and I'm still a little shaky on –"

"No more studying," Nat said gently. "At least for a while. What time is your test tomorrow?"

"Three," you muttered.

"And is this the only concept you're still uncertain about?" You could practically see the gears turning in Natasha's head.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Perfect." She closed the textbook softly. "You're going to take the night off. We're gonna go back to my apartment and order Chinese food and watch that show you like, the one with that one guy, and then we're going to get a full night's sleep."

"But –" you protested.

"And then," Nat said over you, "tomorrow morning, I'm gonna make you breakfast, and you're gonna read this chapter with a fresh mind. Then I'm going to quiz you on the stuff you feel least certain about, and then you're gonna go to your Stats class and ace that quiz. And I'm gonna murder your professor. Does that sound good?"

You laughed a little despite yourself. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."

"Good." Natasha kissed your forehead as she stood, collecting your notebook. "Oh, and you should probably tell Sam that you're coming with me. The guy worries."

You grinned, standing up and helping her collect your stuff. "He does. How did I get so lucky to have both the best best friend and the best girlfriend?"

Natasha glanced up at you for a moment before looking away, face going pink. 

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm amazing." She grinned, sliding the notebooks into your backpack and handing it over. "Come on. Let's get you home."

"Yes, ma'am." You saluted her, reveling in her laughter as you walked together into the night.

[thewatermelloncat]

Back to the Isle

Check out the character art I did for this here

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Scar and one of the original VKs sent to Auradon. She is asked to help them bring Mal back when she runs away to the Isle. But the reader’s intentions aren’t what the rest of the VKs initially thought…

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“Why is it my problem if she doesn’t want to live here?” you say sweeping your long hair over your shoulder, starring at your boots kicked up on your desk. Feigning uninterest.

“She’s our friend” Evie says from your doorway, tears threatening to spill out her eyes again.

“She’s your friend” you correct starting to play with the feathers at the end of the little braids in the underlayer of your hair. “You know I’ve never exactly fit in with you.”

“We need help, y/n” Evie pleads, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. Whether or not you were going to help her, she needed to get moving soon. “Come on, just quit the front. I know you want to go.”

“Yeah I do,” your face spreads in a wide smile as you kick your feet down from the desk. “When do we leave?”

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It wouldn’t be wrong to say that your 4-inch high heel boots clomped loudly against the tiled staircase as you descended the flight down to the lobby of the dorm rooms. You could tell from Ben’s expression that he was intimidated by your appearance.

Bright green leather showed from under a ripped black leather jacket like claw marks, worn over a splotchy dark green singlet. Pants made from different sections of golden-brown shades of leather, tucked into your spiked midcalf boots. Lastly, dark green fingerless gloves with bright green knuckledusters attached to the ends like claws. You smiled down at them, your black lips stark in contrast to your bright white teeth, making your canines stand out like fangs. Your look wasn’t like the rest of theirs, perfectly tailored with added zips just to be edgy but serving no purpose. Your outfit was deadly, and if looks could kill you were going in for the slaughter.

“Well waiting around here isn’t going to bring your girlfriend back, is it?” you chirp clasping Ben on the arm as you walk past him. The bright twinkle in your eyes sets him on edge, seeming like you’re excited to be heading into your potential demise.

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It was a ridiculous notion to cover the limousine in tarpaulins and expect it to stay hidden, but it was the best they could do. Ben shivered in the darkness of the old garage under the pier, pulling his leather tighter around him as he turned around to where the cold breeze was coming from.

Away from the rest of the group finishing covering up the car, y/n stands alone looking down a large pipe, an odd smirk on her face. “What’s in here?” Ben asks coming to stand next to her.

“You don’t want to know” Jay says suddenly appearing from behind him and pulling him away from the pipe.

“Let’s get moving” Evie suggests beginning to stride off through a gap in the wall. “Y/n, you coming?” she asks when the other girl doesn’t move.

After a few seconds y/n tears her eyes away from the pipe, seemingly with great difficulty, and follows after them.

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The streets of the Isle are worse than Ben could have ever imagined, even with Mal’s descriptions. Children sleep in fraying boxes, people are passed out drunk in alleyways, and every minute or two a scream echoes from some undisclosed location.

Ben can’t help but notice it looks like his friends are walking on egg shells as they creep through the streets, even Jay who Ben hadn’t expected to see caution from. Though y/n’s body language is completely different, while the rest of them seem to shrink down into the shadows, she stands tall striding along like the place is hers for the taking.

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Ben’s heart was crushed as he walked down the metal stairs outside of Mal’s hideout. He acted on autopilot as Evie told him that she would try talking to Mal, and for now that was the hope he held onto. Though if he’s honest, he didn’t see much hope in Mal changing her mind at all. Why would she want to stay here, imprisoned on a dangerous island instead of being safe in Auradon with him, with everything she could ever ask for? It didn’t make sense to him.

Y/n smirks slightly as Ben re-joins the group, his chat with Mal clearly having not gone to plan. She had never thought it would work in the first place. Although Mal may not be her favourite person, she knows that she’s headstrong and wouldn’t change her mind over being offered a shinny gold ring and a handful of empty promises. Serves the King right to have his heartbroken, it’s a lot less painful than the lives people have to live here.

Nonetheless, when she sees Ben disappear alone down an alley, she pushes off the wall she was leaning against, rolling her eyes as she follows behind him.

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“I know you’re the King but you can’t walk off alone” y/n says as she catches up to Ben as he exits the alley into the market place. “If you think these people like you or respect you, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Why doesn’t she want to come back?” is all that he says in return.

“Did you not hear what I said?” y/n checks, becoming frustrated at his lack of forethought. “It’s dangerous here, you can’t walk around alone.”

“Especially if you’re the King” a heavily accented voice enters the conversation as its owner steps out of the shadows.

Ben stumbles back in fright at the tall boy in a red leather jacket standing dangerously close to him, unbeknownst right into the arms of two other boys who had closed in behind him. He struggles against their grip on his arms. “Y/n, help!” he pleads to the girl who ignores him, seeming to be having a silent conversation with the boy in the leather jacket.

Suddenly she smiles and laughs throwing herself into him, and he laughs manically before their lips lock together. Instantly his hands go around her tracing along her body from her jaw down her neck and her chest to her waist. Her hands go up his neck and into his hair as their lips work passionately against each other. He takes hold of her leg and pulls it up to his waist, she hooks it around his back and lifts her other leg off the ground latching it onto him as well. Ben senses the boys behind him watching with interest as they smile and chuckle to each other, seeming like they are enjoying the show. But Ben feels sick as he watches her abandon him.

After what seems like an eternity the two break away and the boy turns to boys restraining Ben, “take ‘im to the ship.”

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“Maybe she’s with him?” Carlos suggests in an attempt to calm Evie as she paces frantically at the base of the stairs.

“Should we tell Mal?” Jay asks hesitantly, already fearing how she will react.

“No” Evie immediately shakes her head. “Not until we know for sure that something bad has happened to him.”

“So, you don’t think Mal would lose her shit if she found out that you didn’t immediately tell her about Ben going missing?” y/n says as she steps out of the alley. Harry at her side walking hand in hand.

“Harry” Evie breathes, her and the boys stepping into a tightly formed group for defense.

“What did you do with Ben?” Jay demands puffing his chest up as he looks at Harry.

Harry does nothing but laugh at the pitiful display of dominance, while y/n glares at Evie who is looking at her accusingly.

“What? You think that I augustrated this?” y/n raises an eyebrow at her. “I was in Auradon with you!”

“And did you?” Evie crosses her arms and leans her weight on her hip.

“Nah” y/n shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders, “I just didn’t argue when it did.”

“Y/n, step away from him” Jay says in a tone aiming to control her, eyes locked in a glaring match with Harry.

Y/n takes pride in the fact that Harry’s hand doesn’t tighten around her own, him not doubting her loyalty. She doesn’t move and though Carlos can see she doesn’t intend to, he tries his hand at one last-ditch effort.

“You can’t go” he begs. “You don’t have to go back to being bad.”

Y/n’s face spreads in a wide smirk and the chuckles that shake her shoulders morph into a maniacal laughter that bounces off the walls of the alley. “That’s where you’re wrong… I always was.”

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Ben had been watching puddles form from water dripping from the ceiling above him for what seemed like hours. The depths of the ship were damp and dark, the only light coming from a few faded lanterns that hung from the walls around him. About five minutes ago he had heard a mighty cheer sound through the floor boards as someone appeared to be welcomed onto the ship, but that had since faded into the back of his mind. It didn’t mean much to him until he saw who it was that walked through the door.

“I don’t understand” he says blankly.

“The world is complicated” y/n states coming to sit on a crate in front of him, casually kicking one leg over the other.

“Who are these people and how do you know them?”

Y/n chuckles darkly seeming to ignore him. “You know it’s cute that you ask about my life only when your life depends on it.”

Ben’s fearful look deepens as she speaks her next words.

“This is my old crew.”

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“What you need to know is this place is hell” y/n begins. “Our parents want us to be independent, to not rely on anyone, but you’d be an idiot if you did it alone.”

Ben shifts, sitting up straighter against the post he’s tied against. Something in his eyes tells y/n that he is interested in this for more than diplomatics.

“Uma found me when I was 11. Found myself in a bad place...” Y/n trails off for a moment it being clear that she doesn’t want to continue. “She took me in and didn’t ask any questions. Gave me a home and food – a safe place. In exchange I would work for her. Same with everyone else on this ship.”

“What kind of work would you do for her?” Ben inquires.

“You really didn’t research me, did you?” y/n kicks her legs forward and leans back on her hands like she owns the situation. “Put it this way. If you knew the things that I’ve done, you would have never let me step foot in Auradon.”

“But in Auradon you seemed like such a good person” Ben stutters in disbelief.

“I’m a master manipulator, Ben” she says bluntly. “It’s what we’re taught here.”

“But you can change. You can be that person you were in Auradon” he tells her adamantly.

“I can’t” she shakes her head. “… I won’t.”

“Why not?” it almost sounds like he’s whining.

“Because I don’t want to” y/n snaps at him, leaving them in a long silence.

“Who was that boy?” Ben voices quietly after a while. “The one with the red coat in the market. You seemed rather fond of him.”

Y/n scoffs, a smile appearing on her face, “Harry.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s Uma’s first mate” she says with a proud look in her eyes.

“And who is he to you?”

“We’re in a partnership.”

“A partnership?” the pitch of Ben’s voice raises in confusion and he furrows his brow. “Like an alliance or you’re dating?”

“No one dates on the Isle, Ben” she tells him seriously. “At least not around here. We belong to each other.”

Ben goes silent while he considers something. “Come back with me” he says looking back up at y/n still lounging on the crate in front of him. “Untie me and this will all be forgiven.”

“Why would I come back with you? I’ve made my alignment pretty clear” she fights back the temptation to laugh at his stupidity.

“I’ll let Harry come back with us.”

Y/n laughs dismissively, actually sounding joyful. Her smile showing off her fanglike teeth. “Harry would rather die than go to Auradon.”

“Well, then you can choose someone else to come back with you. Do you have any siblings?”

The pitch of her laugh changes at his offer, the dark sound filling the room. “Your bribery won’t work on me. How many times do I have to tell you?” y/n pauses crossing a leg over the other like she wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon. “I’m not going back.”

[hongjoongslut]

VIP Access

a/n: this is my first attempt at this so im very sorry if it sucks :( 

Pairing: Boyfriend!Kim Hongjoong × Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 2.05k

Warnings: smut, choking, y/n having anxiety and getting a little insecure but hongjoong reassures her :)

enjoy!

Seeing how many fans Ateez attracted did not shock you. You usually stayed in the apartment due to your major social anxiety. This fansign was different, it was scheduled on your anniversary with the one and only Kim Hongjoong. "I know you have some bad anxiety but please baby? I'll make it up to you" he pleaded for you to go, ending with a wink. You let out a slight giggle before sighing heavily. "Okay honey, I'll go, but dont expec-" he immediately grabbed you and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. "Yes yes yes!!! Finally I can show everyone how truly amazing you are". He sets you down, noticing how red your face has turned. He just giggles and leaves to go shower. Tomorrow would be a big day, for both of you. 

"why does this signing have to be in the asscrack of dawn" you let out after grunting at his alarm. "Honey, it's at 10. Its 8:00 right now" he laughs at your sleepy state. "fine I'll get up now but I'm sleeping for the rest of the week after it's done" He shook your hand. "Deal, love".

It was not your event so you didnt have to dress very fancy. You did, however, want to look nice since this is a first time. 

"Babyyyy its 9:00, how far are you from being done?" he sang through the apartment. You walked out shortly after his little tune. You went with a nice short sleeve shirt that accentuated your chest, some black ripped jeans and your favorite black and white Vans. 

"How can you look so gorgeous wearing literally anything, y/n?" he walked towards you, smiling. "I'm the gorgeous one here? Look at yourself." He was wearing a stunning black suit with a sash over the front of it, very reminiscent of his Wonderland era. "I'm only wearing it since we just passed the year anniversary for the music video release, you know how I usually look when I go to these things." you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you no matter what you wear, but this is definitely a sexy look on you" he smirks and softly places his lips on yours. You move your hand to rub the back of his head, causing him to jump back. "you know where that gets you and we do not have the time to do all of that right now princess" you smirk. "I didn't do anything joongie. I was just caressing your head." Both of you knew what you were trying to do and surprisingly, he fell right into it. He smashed his lips onto yours, instantly colliding his tongue with yours. His hands held your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises. He breaks the moment, you whimpering at the loss of him. "c-can I try something y/n?? we've never done it before but I think you'll like it.." you tilt your head and slightly laugh. "joongie dont ever break a kiss for that. just do it, but if you hear our safe word then stop." you start the kiss this time, to gain the contact back and to see what he had planned. You could feel his right hand creep up from your hip, wrapping around your back to pull you closer, if that was possible. His hand rubbed your back for a moment before it sped to your throat. He applied no pressure yet, making sure you were okay with it. you smile into the kiss and moaned a little. The heat was stopped once again when his phone went off. "Shit, Mingi's here to pick us up." he walked with your hand entwined with his but pausing right before opening the front door. "but we will continue this later darling."

You have never seen so many people in one place before. Your heartbeat raced as you walked by all the screaming fans. Your body was on autopilot, just trying to find a quiet place to calm down. Once inside at their booth, you slightly calmed down. "I'm sorry our anniversary started out with a fansign, but this event ends at 12. After this, we can do whatever you want to do". he kissed your hand, rubbing the spot with his finger. 

It's been about an hour and a half and you haven't spoke much except when spoken to, whether by a fan or joongie. You can tell he was concerned about you but he didnt have enough time to help you entirely at the moment. He would squeeze your hand every once in a while, just to show he loves you. 

"Are you good y/n?" San asked after finishing one final picture with a fan. "Yes I'm okay San, I'm just very tired. I didnt get much sleep last night" he nodded and left to help clean up. The manager gave you and joongie permission to leave since it was a special day for you both. The ride home was loud and crazy. Mingi and Hongjoong laughing and smiling at everything they saw today. "baby, what's wrong? you've been off ever since they opened the doors. is it your anxiety?" 

You nod slightly and lean on his shoulder, not wanting to go into depth about it. he rubbed your shoulder until you guys arrived home. You both said your goodbyes to Mingi and walked into your safe space. "I know how your anxiety gets after big events so I will give you space, love. I'm gonna be in our room unfancing my appearance. Come find me or yell when you're ready" he kissed your head and left the living room.

You hated hiding stuff from him. It was your anxiety today, but for a different reason. you saw so many beautiful girls and you constantly questioned why he chose you. you weren't exactly in perfect shape, stretch marks covering your chest, stomach and thighs. He hasn't seen you like this often, but he did rarely catch it. Sometimes when you're walking and you're wearing jeans, you pull them up to hide some of your stomach. You had these thoughts everyday and it only got worse today. tears pricked your eyes, begging to be released. you gave in, letting them fall freely. you started sobbing, trying to keep as quiet as possible. you lay down on the couch and cry into the leather. you let out a loud sob, not realizing at first. Hongjoong ran into the room, grabbing your shoulders. you were so lost in pain, you didn't initially hear him. 

"Baby what's wrong? what happened? are you okay?" he is firing these questions at you and your mind finally breaks. you quickly sit up, staring at him through blurred vision. "you saw all of those girls, joongie! what's so special about me? im not talented like they are. im not in shape. i don't see why you chose me instead of one of the million girls you saw today!" your voice cracks and you crumble into his arms. "Y/n, why didn't you mention this sooner?" all you could reply was sobs. he sat with you, rubbing your back until your breathing evened out. "So you want to know why i chose you?" you nod lightly. "I first fell for your looks. You do not need to compare yourself to anyone's shape baby. I love you for you. Then I got to know you, I fell in love with your personality. Baby you're so amazing, everything you do makes me fall in love more." you look up and start smiling. He grabs your chin and kissed your forehead. "Another thing," he lowered his head to meet your eyes. "none of those girls have a pussy that can make me feel as good as yours does." your face turned a red shade. "no one in this world can make me weak in my knees just from wearing a shirt, jeans and Vans. you are everything I want, and much more than I deserve" he kissed you, not knowing the heat his words just caused. you broke the kiss to straddle him, not letting him ask anything before kissing him again. You held his cheeks, savoring each and every inch of his tongue. He pushed you away, catching his breath. "what was all that about baby?" you could start to feel his hard on through your jeans. "you wanna show me a reason not to be insecure? You said you'd make it up to me if I went and our little 'event' before the signing would be continued when we got home. But if you dont want to, that's fi-" his hand wrapped around your neck, adding pressure to it. "princess, ive been thinking about fucking you ever since you decided to tease me earlier." he then realized his hand was squeezing and pulled it away instantly. "im sorry baby are you okay i didnt realize I was doin-" you put your finger on his mouth. You stood to take off your jeans and shirt, letting him enjoy the view. "if you wanna show me I dont need to be insecure, then mark me. fuck me until i cannot remember how to speak. once again, if you dont hear that safe word, then keep going." he sat with his jaw dropped. he swiftly stood up to remove his tshirt and his boxers. you unclip your bra and take off your panties, throwing them away from you. he grabbed your hips and picked you up with no struggle. He carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on the sheets. he attacks your neck, making you moan right on contact. his free hand slips down to your pussy, feeling your juices leak around his fingertips. He lifts his hand and licks them clean. "so much already baby...god you taste so fucking good." his lips leave your neck to kiss your chest, leaving more hickeys. "all of this beauty...all for me." you moan as he attacks your nipple. "fuck that feels amazing.." he hums before giving the other fair treatment. he kissed slowly down your stomach, rubbing the sides. "one of my favorite parts of you.." you start to smile before it turns into a moan. he dives into your pussy, lapping inside of you and rubbing your sensitive nub. "fuck hongjoong, just fuck me already, please." he leaves a light kiss on your clit before kissing your lips roughly. he teases your entrance with his head, making you grunt impatiently. he enters you slowly, watching your head slowly lean back as he fills you. "fuck y/n, how are you still so tight..." he grunts as he slowly sets a pace. he fills you so perfectly, you could cum right there. "f-faster baby, pl-please" he rammed his hips into yours, hearing nothing but your screams and skin slapping. "see, nobody can sound as-as pretty as you do when you moan" you smile momentarily before grabbing his hand and placing it on your throat. "god I love you...i love you so fucking much" he squeezes your throat, a high pitch moan escaping at the sensation. "I'm s-so close joongi-e." he kisses you, swallowing your moans as they come out. "Also princess, remember no girl gets to be fucked so good by me, you have VIP access..." With that sentence, you saw stars, your juices coating his twitching cock. "fuck princess!" you feel your walls being painted with his cum. He pulls out, viewing your marked and fucked out figure.  He hands you a tshirt and clean underwear to change into while he goes to the kitchen. while he was gone, you walked up to your mirror, staring at your body. he walked behind you, hugging you tightly. "look how beautiful you look in my clothes...even after being fucked" he giggled and you let out a slight smile. "come on beauty, let's get to bed. i know you want to sleep in tomorrow." you jumped on the bed, laughing as hongjoong followed. "i promise baby, you'll always have me."

THE END

[xxisxxisxxis]

So I watched Haunting of Bly Manor and here's my thoughts:

[**SPOILERS**]

Ep. 1 - "pErFeCtLy SpLeNdId" bitch shut the fuck up, why the FUCK is a bright bastard standing behind this bitch in mirrors only and what the fuck STOOD UP IN THE FUCKING CELLAR

Ep. 2 - Miles is fucking demon possessed, Dani's accent is weird but comforting, I'm still traumatized by the fucking music box the last episode, AND I KNOW DAMN WELL THEM BITCHES WOULD TURN ALL THE LIGHTS OFF TO PLAY "hIdE aNd SeEk" and whAT/WHO the fUCK STOOD UP BEHIND FLORA AND WAS HUMMING THAT DAMN MUSIC BOX SONG IN THE ATTIC AND WHY THE F U C K DID THAT "PERFECTLY SPLENDID" LITTLE BITCH SAY "SSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" SO COMFORTABLY TO IT WHEN IT STARTED HUMMING OVER HER???????

Ep. 3 - Why are the hot guys always FUCKING TOXIC. FUCK. also, Rebecca was just PERFECTION.

Ep. 4 - Dani's a lesbian--she has to be, also it's fucked you know who died after just being dumped but ok

Ep. 5 - AM I TRIPPING ON SOMETHING WHY TF AM I SEEING THE SAME FUCKIN SCENE REPEATEDLY NOT THAT I MIND BECAUSE HANNAH IS BRILLIANT BUT IM CONFUSED, oh...that's what happened to Peter...OK. It's the fucking dolls in the house controlling people and that little girl don't want nobody touching the doll under her dresser cause that summons the scary bitch in the lake into the house and she just snatching lives left and right

Ep. 6 - HENRY IS TRASH. CHARLOTTE IS TRASH. TO THE STREETS WITH THEM BOTH. Who's little boy died in the house dude???

Ep. 7 - Peter is toxic asf but damn do I want him and Rebecca to be together holy shit. WAYMENT HOL'UP WAYMENT. WAYMENT. WAIT. A. MIN. UTE. SO HE JUST GONNA POSSESS THIS GIRL, WALK HER INTO THE LAKE TO DROWN, THEN DIP TF OUT AND LEAVE HER THERE TO DEAL W HER DEATH??????????????????????? WHEN SHE ONLY ALLOWED YOU TO POSSESS HER THINKING YOUD TAKE CARE OF HER BODY AND WASNT AWARE YOUR PLAN FOR YALL TO FINALLY BE TOGETHER WAS TO FUCKING KILL HER???????? PETER. SIR. Don't tell me that's what had happened to Hannah SHE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE W OWEN....oh it is. And she know about it now. So like. She—damnit.

Ep. 8 - VIOLA CAN SPIT IN MY MOUTH AND CURB STOMP ME UUGHHHHH, Oh lawd the incest to keep the lineage upperclass👁👁 but you know what theyre distant cousins and i fucks w VIOLA HEAVILY FUCK PERDITA so it can slide. Oh hell this bitch and her tuberculosis istg if she die from this shit ima be rioting, Viola and her daughter's vibe>>>>>>, I hate her not being able to get close to her husband and child for YEARS CAUSE SHE SICK AND WON'T DIE BECAUSE SHE STUBBORN BUT ALSO I ADMIRE THAT SHIT CAUSE SHE WON'T GIVE UP. Oh Perdita and Viola's husband tried it bitch. OOOOHHHH OOOOOH TRIED IT. YES VIOLA BITCH SLAP HER THEM LUNGS IS SPUTTERING BUT THOSE HANDS NOT OUT OF BREATH ONE BIT!!!!!!!!! The fact she gave her dresses and jewelry to be locked in a trunk and put in the attic for her daughter later i just🥺🥺oh FUCK PERDITA. SHE JUST-- IM FUCKING CRYING. NO. VIOLA. so this just what people in this house do???? FUCK THEIR SIBLINGS SPOUSE/FUCK THEIR SPOUSE'S SIBLING???? THIS BITCH JUST SUFFOCATED HER DYING SISTER SO SHE COULD SNATCH HER HUSBAND??????????? OH FUCK THIS. PERDITA BITCH YOU DONE TOOK HER MANS, TOOK HER SPOT, DONT TOUCH THAT DAMN TRUNK W THEM DRESSES AND JEWELS SHE HAD PUT UP FOR HER BABY GIRL. DONT DO IT. SHE LET YOU SLIDE THIS FAR BITCH. DONT CROSS THE LINE—oh SHIT ARMS OUTTA NOWHERE IN THAT TRUNK HOLY SHIT..PERDITA BITCH I fucking told you. What the FUCK did i say? Don't touch it. You touched it. Now ya dead sister SAID ENOUGH IS ENOUGH AND CHOKED YOUR ASS OUT!!!!! wayment. Perdita was the thing in the attic humming behind Flora...ok..but who's the lady in the lake??? WAYMENT. WAIT. A. MINUTE. DONT TELL ME—viola? HOWD SHE GET IN THE DAMN LAKE THO?????? oh. That's how. ....... (***I was sobbing the entire last part of the episode). Ohh, so she killed the little boy on accident, thinking it was the child she was looking for (*her daughter) so she took it back to the lake with her and he drowned but she didn't mean to kill him because her mind so far gone she can't even register barely anything??? Viola🥺🥺 OH THE LITTLE BOY WAS WHO STOOD UP IN THE CELLAR OKAY. PETER I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU AND REBECCA NOT ABOUT TO POSSESS THEM TWO KIDS TO--NAH I BELIEVE IT CAUSE YOU NOT SHIT SIR!!!!!! damn Rebecca is a Saint😭😭 DANI BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO GET SNATCHED BY VIOLA?????

Ep. 9 - oh...so like... you don't even have to do anything to get snatched by her,, she basically so far gone she's on autopilot and if you're in her way while she's making her way through the house she automatically grabs you and you're fucked? Well shit. NOT VIOLA IMAGINING FLORA AS HER DAUGHTER AND SINGING TO HER (*this is where I broke down and was sobbing because holy shit Viola dude), Rebecca and Flora>>>>> BECCS IS A SAINT YET AGAIN. Dani bitch you brave for letting that woman up in your business like that because IT COULD NEVER BE ME!!!!! THE LESBIANS OH MY GOSH THE LESBIANS AAAAAAAHHHHHH YES. JAMIE GIRL I LOVE YOU🥺🥺 Oh hell Michelle Dani damnit. Well at least everyone's free and Viola is at peace within Dani. Oh. Nevermind. Well shit DANI. I GET IT BUT I DONT FUCKING LIKE IT. OWEN PAYING HOMAGE TO HANNAH IN HIS RESTAURANT>>>>> , Jamie baby😭😭😭, holy shit say it aint everybody all grown up and shit😩😩 LEMME FIND OUT THE NARRATOR IS---OH SHIT THE LESBIANS GOT US IN THE FIRST HALF NOT GONNA LIE !!!!!!!!!!

Basically I watched this to shit myself and ended up heartbroken, more so than the first season, even. Once i started piecing things together it became less scary and more so just sad in the best way possible. I know some people hated this season but this is lowkey my favorite season so far and possibly one of my favorite stories told, ever.

[fluffyheretic]

if im gonna be chattier on here then unfortunately one thing youll have to expect is that i talk a lot abt wallenstein (the funny furry fellow in my icon, who is from hato but u wouldnt know bc he looks nothing like that in official material) and alllllllllll my many many many many hcs abt him and how he works

today on twitter i talked abt the regrowth of heads and seeing through disembodied eyes and well folks i rambled so ill be nice and cut it for you. ur welc

hc that demons can survive very intense wounds and even regrow limbs if given the chance, but i dont want wally to be basically immortal so one guaranteed way to kill him is to behead him ............... but then again, the mental image of him regrowing his head like that scene in king of the monsters is pretty fucking epic

this one: https://youtu.be/Ql5_WQ046es

i already decided that demons cant regrow limbs if they were removed with a holy weapon. the same applies to his head, so THAT would kill him. if you dont use a holy weapon then itll put him out of commission for a good long while but he'll be back eventually. to make him Not Too OP it doesnt happen as fast as that godzilla clip, it takes a good long while to grow back a whole head and his body pretty much runs on autopilot w very limited faculties in the meantime.

but good god just imagine going to slay a demon lord, after a long and brutal fight (lets say you were smart and brought friends but now most of them are dead) you finally behead the monster and its body slumps to the ground. you leave with a bittersweet, hard-won victory. a week later youre traveling alone in a dark forest and you run into a very familiar monster, with a mess of growing half-formed bone and sinew for a head. and out of its gurgling throat it growls the words,

"its payback time bitch"

ANOTHER IDEA: his old head mostly just stops working immediately and decays. but his eyes keep working forever, unless theyre destroyed. until his head regrows he carries around his old head to be able to see. and even after his head regrows he can still see thru them whenever. im sure he could do very nefarious strategic things with his old eyes, even just leaving them in strategic places

(OH MY GOD THE GARGOYLES IN HIS CASTLE HAVE HIS FUCKING EYES EMBEDDED IN THEM SO WHEN IT FEELS LIKE THEYRE WATCHING YOU THEY ACTUALLY ARE. CREEPYYY AAAA)

he could probably also human-disguise give them to someone like "hey this is a jeweled demon eye, extremely rare, would look great on your mantle, ill give you a cheap price " and now that poor soul basically has a tracking chip on them 

i think ive said before that his followers probably try to summon him by making effigies with ram skulls... what if he can use one to like attach to his neck hole for his body to adapt and use to grow the rest of his head around to speed up the process. it growing and reshaping as needed ofc

ok im not gonna lie i think this is all pretty fucking epic i p much HAVE to keep it

you behead wallenstein, leave, come back with a bunch of people to prove it and the body is just GONE. someone says "well its not like he couldve gotten up and walked away lmao" that weird bard that came along is snickering for some reason, it really wasnt that funny but w/e

if u read all this esp if u havent seen me ramble abt him before (or dont even know who he is) all i can say is wow ur so strong and thank u. feel free to talk to me abt him Please im special interesting. i have a lot more to say, ive said ENDLESS shit on twitter already for like. years

[lukebaker-archive]

Road To Hell .

Date: Saturday, January 2020 Key:  TW Drug Relapse , @dallas-micheal Sober/Clean: 0 days.

Luke: Everything was still, but Luke's mind had been racing. The days and nights had melted together and no matter how fast the world was moving around him, it felt as if his body was glued to the car seat. His nose was on fire, dry, but craving for more substances to inflame his nose was all he needed. Reaching for his phone, he grunted to himself. No service, no drugs. "Fuck." Luke forced himself up, his pulse rising, the world spinning, and the only thing he could think of was his cravings. That was when the lightbulb hit him. Luke forcefully pulled up the floor liner on his passenger side, a small plastic baggie with white powder taking over his thoughts. Within the next seconds, his body went into autopilot, drawing the line and praying for some kind of comfort to avoid the withdraw.

Dallas: It was odd when his right hand didnt answer his texts. Even more odd when he wouldnt answer his calls. Dallas left a few messages for Luke, letting him know Becky was on the lookout and everyone was wondering where Degrassis resident playboy had went. He knew if Luke wanted to be found then the boy would let people know of his presence. "Im gonna head for a walk," Dallas called out into the abyss of the Torres home, knowing someone heard him before he left. Ever since the Vanessa drama, and not having Luke around to discuss and distract. He was left to his own devices, and going for a walk seemed like his best and favorite option. It had been about half an hour when Dallas decided that he should probably head back home, but as he turned the corner to go the back route home, a familiar sight caught his eye. He would've recognized that car anywhere, but why was it in this neighborhood. As he started walking towards the car, he realized someone was in the car. "Luke!" He called out as he neared the same the vehicle

Luke: He could hear his name in the distance, but Luke was too transfixed in his own mind to let himself be bothered. His body relaxed into the chair, the numbness in his body grabbing onto his body. Luke had missed this feeling. The world was quiet. The fighting in his head had finally silenced and he was safe inside his own head, but it would come at a cost. First he had images of Fiona at first to comfort him, to carry him into safer dreams, but he knew better than that. The safer dreams needed to erase Fiona, Becky, anyone who mattered for that fact to fully feel everything. All he had was darkness, that's what he wanted.

Dallas: He scrunched his brows when no one responded, he kept walking towards the car. He realized the drivers door was popped open as he got closer. "Luke," He spoke as he finally made his way towards the door. Eyes immediately training on the little baggie sat on the passengers seat. "Fuck," He spoke as he looked down at his friend, he knew all to well where the boy was in his high. He shook his head as he quickly grabbed the baggie and shoved it. He spoke quickly, trying to get eye contact with his friend. He was supposed to help this from happening, he tried to help the boy. And had done decently up until this point, or so he had thought.

Luke: The cool breeze threw Luke off as the figure was speaking out to him. He simply nodded I response to his best friend. Or at least what he believed was his best friend. Everything was bright and in focus despite the darkness of the night, but he couldn't pull his friends face or name from his mind. Only Dallas' voice was able to reach to Luke. A sniffle as he reached over to make another line. His eyes widen not being there. "Fuckin' hell. Where'd I put it," he whispered mainly to himself. "You got it right? You saw where it was?" His thoughts weren't on anything else but riding this high out. He felt his inner self screaming in the back of his mind, but the urge was too strong. "Come on, man. I just need one more bump."

Dallas: He shook his head at his friend, the boy barely knew what was happening besides his next fix. The boy was already high as a kite, "What you need is to move over so I can drive us out of this place," He stopped himself from calling the boy a fucking idiot. He knew the history, why it was his kryptonite. He understood the thrill of the drug, he was lucky to not get to the same point as Luke, at least with the ivory powder. "We'll go to my place," He didnt have his keys on him, but Luke was given a key to his place the day his mom met him. "We can chill there and Ill let you have all the bumps,"

Luke: "Just lemme get one more on the way there," Luke spoke erratically. He didn't feel in control of his body as he lifted out of the car. Instead of walking around the car, Luke forced himself into the back seat, laying on his back forcing to stare at the car roof. The drive wouldn't take long, but Luke didn't know that. He barely knew where he was right now and all he could focus on was the next line. "Lemme get just one before we get there. Just something small to keep the edge off."

Dallas: Dallas got in the car quickly starting it and pulling out, checking on Luke through the rear view, "You'll be fine, its a couple minutes. Do you know how long you been gone?" He quizzed, already assuming the boys answer. If it had been anything like how Dallas found him then he definitely didn't even know the time of day let alone day of the week. "I got some shit to tell you when we get there. As always its about Vanessa, I already know what youll say," He tried to discuss anything but the drugs, hoping it would at least distract the boy.It had been a while since he'd done anything, now Dallas was just wondering what ignited it.

Luke: Luke's face turned confused at the question. "Uh, depends? Is the dance still going on?" His brain was fuzzy with the timeline and he felt like he was forgetting something. Or someone? "Was I supposed to do something?" He hadn't thought he was gone from the Match Dance that long, but then again the amount of sunrises he had seen and forgotten made him think differently. "I always liked you and V. She smells like vanilla and made you less of a dick," Luke laughed to himself. "Your game was better too. Maybe it was the lack of V from V," he continued his laugh even distracting him from himself.

Dallas: Dallas furrowed his brows, remembering someone saying Luke left them at the dance, "Its about a week later buddy, and I think you may be right about forgetting someone. Cant remember who," He shrugged as he pulled onto his road, the familiarity hitting him immediately. Dallas couldnt help the chuckle that left his mouth, "She smells like vanilla with a hint of citrus, but only if you're close enough," He failed to mention the light leather scent she held due to the countless jackets she owned, and the lettermans she borrowed. "She always had twisted ways of getting me to focus," He chuckled lightly, before a frown over took his features, "Unfortunately, she needs time for herself," He sighed as he pulled into his driveway, parking the car. "I get it and all, but I just fucking got her back into my life,"

Luke: "A week?" Luke raised an eyebrow. The time couldn't have been passed through that much, could it have? "She needs time alone or you let her push her away?" Luke called him out. Luke didn't know much, but even in his mind he had clarity about things sober Luke didn't want to speak about. "Fi did something stupid when I let her be alone. Don't let it happen to her either. You don't wanna see her like that," he said lowly. The mention of Fiona shook Luke's head. He didn't want to think about her right now. Her face began flushing in his mind with disappointment and replaying the night before she was hospitalized. All that guilt and hurt circling back, fixating on his mind. "Fuck, gimme the baggie." Luke's voice more forceful. "I need it."

Dallas: "She just said she isn't herself and she inst that happy. She cant be with me if she doesn't know herself type of thing i guess," He turned as he heard the shift in Lukes tone. "You good? Whats going through your mind?" He could see a few different emotions crossing his face but couldn't make em all out. "Lets head inside," He got outta the car, making his way to the door to unlock it. If he got Luke inside first, it'll be a lot easier to keep him there for a bit of time. At least to try and detox him before bringing him home.

Luke: "And you just /left/? Sounds like a cry for help, but what do I know," Luke replied, chuckling. The laughter echoed in his head even though he had stopped being audible with it. He just needed a sound to get Fiona's image out of his head. "Just give me my damn drugs." Luke's voice was aggressive as he leaned up from his the backseat. Against his own mind, Luke's body followed Dallas' words only for the powder he was holding. He was hard on his feet, heavy in his steps as he made his way to the Torres' residence. The last thing he needed was a lecture from Audra so he remained quiet without being told sold. Luke's sniffling had become heavy now, "I did what you asked. Draw me a line, would'ja."

Dallas: "I didnt know what else to do Luke. The love of my life was telling me she couldnt be with me and I panicked. Shes the only girl ive ever loved and honestly more than likely will ever love," He thought about Lukes words, he knew he needed to eventually talk to her about the situation. But he also assumed she wanted her space for a little bit, and honestly he needed his too. Dallas sighed as he pulled the baggie from his pocket. "How bout I indulge with you? A little bro bonding,"

Luke: "Look, dumbass, the love of my life told me the same thing. I left her alone and next thing i knew she had drank herself to the bottom of the staircase. I'm not letting you make the same mistake," Luke spoke trying to reason. All he could see in his mind right now was Fiona in that hospital bed and it was beginning to eat at him. He wanted to forget, he needed to forget. The drug must have been wearing off because he was beginning to see clearly again. The baggie made the "Yeah, yeah man. It'll help you forget her. Help us forget them both," he spoke quickly. It was beginning to hurt and at this point he'd say whatever. "You won't think about her or any of them, just one line."

Dallas: "So that's what really happened. I knew she didn't go to Paris," He shook his head as he took the baggie out of his pocket. Opening it, he glanced at Luke noticing him looking in the opposite direction before he "accidentally" dropped the baggie all into the carpet. "Fuck!" He said loudly trying to play it off as if the bag slipped. "They need to put fucking grips on these things,"

Luke: "Call your fucking girlfriend." Luke's eyes stayed focus on the bagging until he thought he had heard footsteps. In that quick second everything had turned red. The powder was completely on the floor and he was on his knees trying to pick any trace up. The rage grew on his face as he snarled up at Dallas. "You need to get me more! I can't... I can't go back," he rambled. "You gotta help me man. You gotta get me more."

Dallas: "Im sorry it slipped!" He had never seen the amount of anger on Lukes face as he had in that moment. He knew he couldnt go get him more, let alone leave him by himself. "Sit," He spoke calmly, pointing to the spot on the opposite end of the couch. "Do you think if I call her she'll actually answer? I did leave her in the middle of the a diner, " He silently begged that he would just forget, and focus on the conversation.

Luke: He could only sink into the seat, knowing the inevitable was coming. "Ask yourself the same thing, if she called would you answer?" he replied. Luke was stubborn and impulsive, but the one thing you couldn't say about him was he didn't know how to treat people he loved, well not in this mindstate anyway. "If you're gonna make me suffer, can you at least get me a beer to try and ride this?" It was a shallow statement, only needing him away from a quick moment so he can try to save everything that was on the carpet.

Dallas: "Fair point," He looked at his phone that was sat on the edge of the table. He had stopped himself many times in the past couple days from picking it up and texting her. "You think Momma Dallas has alcohol? Funny," He chuckled, after his dad went away his mom decided that alcohol was the reason, and no more would be allowed. "I may have a bottle of vodka in my room if you wanna go check," He shrugged, " Not positive however," He grabbed the television remote, turning it on and switching the HDMI so they could use the PlayStation.

Luke: only shook his head, knowing he was going to have to find a whole new stash all on his own. His eyes just stayed focus on carpet, not even noticing Dallas turning his attention to the tv. He could feel the comedown happening, his mind leaving high alert and his body trying to avoid the mania that was coming. He leaned back into the couch, just ready tp let the suffering kick in.

[triggeringtruth]

fucking tiny

Okay, so here goes;

Ugh, how to even start this. Okay. Theres a guy I work with, who I-, well I have a boyfriend, so theres nothing there, but just this guy I feel soo weird around. He is also quite special. But my thoughts spins all arou- no, actually I think they completely stop. when Im around him. I get so weird, well not weird, cus I am, and thats fine, but around him Im soooo not myself - it is as if my body just turns on autopilot as soon as I see him. I cant control what comes out my mouth. Not that anything inappropriate comes out (now that I mentioned my bf I see if one were to think that). I just get so L A M E , I dont know what else to even call it.

All this is besides my real story, but its kinda important to understand some of it or even me, Id think. Oh well. Ive been sick for many years (but not “really sick”, you know Ive never been diagnosed ..) but I relapsed some time ago. One of my triggers has been him, for sure (the guy I work with that is) and Ive had these thoughts like (I KNOW ITS MESSED UP PLEASE DONT JUDGE) “I wish Id get to the point where he would worry about me/confront me” even though fuck, what would I even say/do ?!

Now, Im not in deep shit with this just yet (please dont judge my sick ass thoughts, uuugh!), but something happened yesterday, which I cant stop thinking about. dfrtghy, I even have this sick feeling to my stomach just now.

He commented on my b o d y. First of; heart attack I CANT DEAL, but THIS was somewhat our conversation (yes I made key points in my notebook….):

I was at work and while I was handling a customer I could just feel my coworker eyeing my body, ugh SOOO uncomfortable in the first place, because like excuse me? HIII, but then as the customer left he said “You are actually really fucking tiny!” and kept staring up and down my body in what felt like aaaagees only to follow up with the question “How much do you weigh??”. oh boy. I know exactly what I weigh, you feel, but I ofc was like ?? “Uuuhm, I dont know really?” hesitant ofc, because wtf was he getting at? “Well you weigh something under 50 kg (110 lbs), dont you?” I was like shit. daamn no, but daaamn -on the inside ofc, because I WISH, man, but I dont. My last weigh-in at that time was 56,4 kg (124 lbs) so I just said -and I just have to stop real quick because you see, this is what I mean by I get weird around him; I said “Ooh no no no! Its really something around 57 kg I think - around that” WHICH FIRST OF; WHY -, WHY would I even tell him how much I weigh and WHYY oh god WHYYY would I say even more than it is? Like yes I am fat, but he shouldnt know that hearing this (yes I am sick, dont judge). But. he just looked at me like I was totally delusional and then burst out “No you dont. You are fucking tiny. Theres no way! There is legit no fucking way you dont weigh less than that” almost examining my body. Imma pause again right here. Could you imagine. COULD YOU IMAGINE. - Im actually just gonna stop myself yet again, -sorry if this is really annoying and confusing, but I have to say, that I have  N e v e r  been that girl to do something stupid like this because of a guy, and hear me out; I am not now either. And Im not saying people choooose why they do these things, because we are ill, I get that, but it has never before been a trigger to me at least. - done. ..But could you imagine; Someone you wanted to notice you in that way, ‘in deep’, doing so, like this, and saying those kinds of things - and ALREADY? I mean, it still just feels like a dream. - also why I go over this in my head over and over again, and is now sharing so I wont let go to quickly of this feeling. I mean motivation this caliber, man I feel blessed. Oxymoron, I know, but you know. Well. He then asked me to tighten my shirt, so he could se “HoW TInY I wAS”, man I feel so silly. Well I did - hesitant, and he just said “You really are fucking tiny! There is legit NO fucking way”. I just shrugged, saying that it is something around that -at least. Then I walked to maybe wash my hands or something ? , that part really isnt clear to me no more, but I was at the opposite end of the store as him (he was heading home since his shift ended), when he finally said “-well, then it is with your bicycle helmet, bagpack and everything!”

SO flattered and SOO happy. I felt so small. In the best way possible ofc.

When I got home, I weighed myself. I was not supposed to untill at least monday, but I did. I weighed myself naked. as always. - not even with my hairtie in. as always. I just had to. I was 55,9 kg (123 lbs) - and SO HAPPY .

.. to be continued, I hope ?

[boymeetsweevil]

BTS as (weird) babies in your daycare

Kim Seokjin

The oldest of the bunch

brings two designer brand lunchboxes in to school

his lunches cost more than yours do

he eats all his food and then will go around the lunch table asking the others for small bites of their meal and they usually give in to him because he shouts “but we’re BROTHERS >:O” if they say no the first time around

the one that likes to take you by the hand while you’re in the middle of paperwork or something and bring you to see that castle he was working on

you compliment him on it and then you’re dismissed like:

“Wow jin that’s a great castle you did a great job stacking the blocks”

“Thank you teacher can you leave now?”

And you go back to your paperwork feeling kind of small before you remember that you are more than a decade older than the tiny child that sent you away

not the bossiest child (that’s jimin) but is a close second

is the most catalogue looking child you’ve ever seen

when you’re bored in the classroom during naptime and you play with your phone, he’s the one who only slept for 20 minutes

he then proceeds to come over and sit in your lap for a chance to play with your phone

You open up snapchat and play with the filters with him in the dimmed playroom and listen to his little chime-like giggles

his selfies are 80x cuter than yours before the filters and when the little dog ears come out to play you have no chance

Always brags about his older brother being able to use shoes “with no velcRO and long LONG lOng stringlaces” (=shoelaces)

hoseok always yells back that there’s no such thing as shoes without velcro “unless youre a growned-up and your hyung isn’t a growned-up i saw him at the park hes just a kid too!!”

Always brings in crafts that he made with his au pair for the class

currently has an obsession with hearts so he has been bringing in crudely cut heart shaped cut outs with scribbly stick figures on them

everyone got one, even you

he also made sure to draw himself into everyone’s heart as well

in the one he made for you its clear he drew himself first because he’s normal sized and you’re gigantic and bending horrifically around the edge of the heart because he didn’t plan the spacing well 

Also brings in the best group snacks when its a holiday or his birthday

cries when you tell him its not okay to sit on the other boys when they bother him

Always wants to be your helper and repeat what you just said to the class like he’s your assistant he is SUCH a teacher’s pet

“can i be teacher jinnie?”

“ummmmmm...not right now, maybe later okay?”

“oh...When im bigger???”

“uh Yes! when youre bigger”

“okay....Teacher im bigger now”

gives you wet cheek kisses :’)

He has the CUTEST laugh and when he laughs you laugh because its one of those rolling baby laughs that just doesn’t stop and you find yourself chasing him around the playroom to hear his giggle even though your feet hurt

drinks more milk than anyone in the class

as a result he has the NASTIEST farts

Min Yoongi

The one who has been coming the longest but still takes a good 45 minutes to stop sulking after being dropped off before he’s in the mood to play

will legit stand by the window to watch his mom drop him off every fucking morning like he doesn’t know where she’s going and if she’s coming back

when you come over to see if he’ll play with the other kids, he just turns and pouts at you and whines a little and turns back to the window

When he’s not in a funk though he is the most mature kiddo

Plays the best by himself, and is very simply entertained

brought in some homemade maracas for his show and tell day

it was literally just a recycled cardboard container with dried beans in it that he had scribbled all over with 40 different markers

keeps calling it “makaka”, you try not to laugh you fail

he just sat on the edge of the rug in the playroom and shook the box of beans softly to himself for an hour

when the shaking stopped you came over to see if he was alright and you realize he fell asleep

is surprisingly chatty

probably has the best vocabulary or is tied with joon

but also probably ahead of joon in terms of working vocab because while joon knows how to use “extraordinary” he also can’t grasp what the slide is called and yoongi has him beat there

ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP first

sometimes will ask if he can start nap time early and drags the pillow and blanket the parents bring in from home up to your desk to make a more convincing argument

is always patient zero and gets fevers really easliy

when that happens you have to carry him around while you putter through the classroom and rub his back while he sleeps it off

you have to shush the other kids while he sleeps because theyre always so loud when they ask “Is Yoongi SICK???? :(”

he sleeps in your lap during nap time on those days and you stroke his fat fever-rosy cheeks when he whines in his sleep from the heat

cries whenever taehyung says his drawings are ugly

but they are, especially if he draws you 

theres always this weird expression on your face and sometimes you think about it when youre up late at night and then you cant sleep

is full of full facts about insects because his dad reads about them before bed

and is apparently always at the library

you saw him there once and he almost exploded because what are you doing outside the school

“teacher what are you going here”

“i came to get some books just like you”

“but i thought you couldn’t leave the school”

“i can leave the school...”

“wont you get a time out?”

“um no sweetie”

Yoongi has a huge sweet tooth and gets super excited on fridays when his mom packs him like chocolate milk or something 

can never open the little carton so he brings it to you and just vibrate next to you until you poke the straw in

pretty sure you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head once while drinking it

has fallen asleep with the carton in his hands on multiple occasions

HAS THE SWEETEST BABY LISP YOU’VE EVER HEARD

when you bring your guitar in for music days he sits at the front and listens SUPER intently and always tries to come over and touch it while you’re playing so have to be like

“yoongi, sweetie, please sit down”

“um okay. teacher ? im gonna play the giddar too okay?”

“while I’m playing it?”

“Yeah :)”

“no yoongi.”

“Okay...teacher?” REPEAT 1-6

Jung Hoseok

This kid is all over the place oh my god

srsly he is always tripping on shit because he is always running

and his jeans are a little too long because they're hand me downs from his sister and he refuses to let his dad put a belt on him in the morning

loves to hold hands but his hands are always so so so sticky

like wtf

he will want to hold your hand during walking field trips and you want to just yank your hand away and wipe it on your jeans and douse it in hot water but you don’t because he loves to hold hands and his hand is small and soft and warm and you don’t want to hurt his feelings :’(

you compromise by helping him when he’s at the sink and make sure he uses soap

probably the one who won’t stop putting his hands down his pullups

not in a weird way but in that way where kids will develop some weird habit/quirk that they do on autopilot for comfort

He probably tests your patience the most because is also: THE LOUDEST

he is that kid that screams bloody fucking murder when you turn the lights off for naptime,  every day :)

but not to be funny because he’s scared of the dark

he was originally placed somewhere else but he kept getting up in the middle of nap time to drag his blanket and pillow over to you to sleep nearby

when you asked him what he was doing he said that he sleeps near his big sister when he gets scared and you have to bite your knuckle not to cry when you realize he counts you too

Speaking of big sister, dawon goes to the day care for older kids on the floor above ur classroom

sometimes the teacher upstairs will let her come down to say hi

she stands by the doorway and watches him play with stuffed animals for a few minutes before going “hooooooobiiiiiiiiiii” and he drops everything to run over and she pets his hair and asks if he’s being good in that way where you can tell kids are parroting some random adult 

tbh this is your least favorite time of the day because he always wails because she can’t stay but he really misses his big sis and makes you tear up a little too

Sometimes another teacher will come in for “Body Time” and does yoga stretches with the kids

hobi is such a whiz at body time and always does the stretches with a surprising amount of control

its probably his second favorite thing next to running in literal circles in the tall grass during outside time in the spring

He’s a bit of a perfectionist because if you move his dominoes out of the little rows he made, even by just a fraction of a millimeter he. will. lose it.

Also won’t eat food that touches or crusts of bread or fruit skins

but he will eat orange slices without fail as long as you “make them into pieces first teacher :’(”

always gets stung by bees?????

because: yoongi likes bees a lot, he thinks theyre cute and interesting and he always takes hoseok by the hand to the nearest hive to tell him facts and point at things with a pudgy finger

but you’ve told the kids time and time again not to go near beehives but yoongi loves bees too much and hobi startles easily and either jostles the hive or pisses off a nearby bee

Kim Namjoon

Is the only one that can read

you were super shocked when you came over to him one day looking intensely at a book and he was confused and you were like

“what’s the matter, joonie”

“i can’t find the kittens in the picture”

“What kittens” and you read the little blurb on the page and see the word mittens and you’re like oh shit he can kinda read

so now you make sure he reads a different book from the bookshelf each day

jimin is always demanding to be read to and joon is happy to do it even when jimin switches pages on him in the middle of the book or asks to start over or start another book

Has those little baby glasses that tie behind his head so he can see

he always drops them though because he fiddles with the tie in the back and they get too loose throughout the day

He’s one of the more affectionate kids in class and will cling to your leg when he’s having a rough day

doesn’t want you to pick him up unless you’re sitting because he’s scared of heights

will sit on your lap any time its free though

often competes for lap space with kookie and often loses because kookie runs faster or joon will fall because this is joon we’re talking about

hes a good sport about it and stands next to you and asks kookie when his turn is next very sweetly

No surprise but namjoonie is always falling

but he never gets majorly hurt

maybe he scrapes a knee or a hand or something minor

he doesn’t cry much either hes a tough cookie!!

he’ll tell you a fact about prehistoric jellyfish with a wavering voice and watery eyes while you put his bandaid on

Baby Joon LOVES LVOES LVOES apple sauce

he cannot get enough of it and MANY of the stains on his little cords (his favorite clothing item) are apple sauce stains

Namjoon is sadly that kid that will eat anything though so you’re constantly watching him to make sure he doesn’t eat anything deadly

when he’s being too quiet or still in the corner of your vision you walk up quietly behind him and just stick a hand out and he spits whatever it is into the napkin in your palm with a goofy smile

eats his boogers probly :(

Joons mom always brings little treats for you because she was worreid that he would be bullied or isolated when she first enrolled him in the class but he’s doing well and she’s glad for the atmosphere you’ve set up

sometimes she sends him in with your treat if she’s too busy in the morning so he’ll totter in with his glasses and what looks like some homemade cake and your can’t help but scoop him up and plant a kiss on his cheek and tell him to tell his mom thank you

his best friend is probably jin because jin knows the alphabet and appreciates namjoon’s knowledge

jin helps joon get over his fear of the swings, but he’s still scared of heights i assure you he will start to wail if you take his feet too high off the ground

cries when he spills his apple sauce which is often but he always has a spare

 but! you’re not sure if his mom packs it because he loves it so much or because he’s bound to drop one

Park Jimin

When he first came in to school you gasped because those cheeks were a gift from above and the little always-there pout was so cute

he lives for praise, he is such a ham and he loves the way the old ladies at the front desk always try to bribe him with candy for a cheek pinch

he’s a shrewd little business man and won’t let anyone touch his cheeks for less than 2 soft caramels

Park Jimin is as bossy as they come

but everyone in the classroom has no problem with it except maybe you sometimes

he is always going “Teacher! Come here!” from somewhere in the room and you always have to go “You want to try that again, Park Jimin?” and he goes “Teacher! PWEASE come here!” and ur like...ok

Fairly independent

his dad assured you he knows how to cut with regular scissors but jimin continues to use the kiddie scissors and then act like he can’t do it and blink up at you for help

he just wants you to watch him do it

can also put on his own snowsuit without help but still wants you to do it for him because he LIVES for the personal attention

Is a tiny bit violent?

will yell really loud if you take his truck or his dino dolly

or if you make him try to take off his favorite faux cowhide sweater when its time to paint

never hits/kicks/bites tho

the one time it looked like he might hit jungkook you were there in an instant to pull him away and give him a calm and quiet but stern lecture about why his hands are not for hitting or hurting

he had frustrated tears welling up in his eyes when you brought him back to JK and had him use his words

“Kookie, I dont like when you take my toys when im still playin wif dem”

JK: *is preverbal*

and you pry the toy out of jungkook’s freakishly strong baby grip and return it to jk

Jimin’s best friend is probably tae

their moms are friends and they regularly have play dates at each other’s houses

sometimes they come in together in the mornings if one mom is busier than the other

they sleep next to each other during nap time

Chim cries when he can’t sit next to tae during snack time

Has a very adult palate for a baby

i.e. he loves vegetables

is kind of nosy and will come over to your desk when you open your lunch bag and ask to see the vegetables

you make sure to always pack a veggie because the one time you didn’t his eyes widened and he said “mama says you die if you dont eat no veg-ables”

asks if everything is a “veg-able”

jimin: *points to sandwich* veg-able?

you: no

jimin: *points to kimbap/turkey leg/piece of cake/bag of chips/an apple* veg-able?

you:....no

if you did bring a veggie that he doesn’t already have in his lunch, he’ll ask for a bite

normally you have to tell kids no when they ask for your food because you’d end up with everyone asking for a bite and no lunch, but no one else likes veggies in the class. 

so sometimes you slip a sliced cucumber to him and he holds it in two hands and runs back to his spot to eat it and then comes back like an outdoor cat looking for more food

Has a lovely singing voice

its high and pretty, kind of angelic and he tells you that he sings for his grandma a lot

you praise his singing so naturally he loves music day too and if you sing a song he sings with his mom at home he gets so excited

yoongi is enthralled when jimin knows the words to a “teacher song” before its been taught to the class

Kim Taehyung

idk why this is so pertinent to my idealization of him as a child BUT: Has the biggest head out of anyone in the classroom sorry

is so so so cute, might even be your favorite..

he’s super agreeable

loves to cuddle, eat all his food in his little stackable lunch containers, naps well, plays nicely with others, listens pretty well

BUT

he always pees himself :(

and you don’t understand it because his dad came in and bragged about how much of a big boi his son is at home in the bathroom using the toilet but at school? NOPE

he has like 8 changes on clothes for this reason

you can always tells when he’s about to pee himself because

he stands in the middle of the room and just goes “sorry teacher” really softly

your heart breaks when you hear how sad he is that he wet himself but you’re also a little irate because you’re convinced no one deals with as much pee as you do

you give him the talk every time which consists of your wriggling him into some ridiculous pink overalls while trying to make eye contact with him so you can tell him that when he feels like he has to go, he can just go to the potty

Tae carries a blanket around at all times!!!!!

he takes it everywhere with him and uses a different one to cover him up during nap time.

cries on the days that his dad drops him off without it because it has to be washed

the blanket was purple at one point but now it is straight up grey-brown

is surprisingly good at walking/running with it and not tripping on it

Jimin  started calling him tata

so now everyone calls him tata

Is probably the class sweetheart as well

when he’s out sick, literally everyone goes “where’s tata” at random times of the day even though you went over who was “at school” and who was “at home” and said he was at home

tae is so so so so good at drawing its crazy

hes way above his age grade in terms of drawing BUT he has a little trouble getting a pencil into his grip 

so you have to help him finagle it into his little hand but once he does WOOO here comes a dragon with you on its back holding a big ol sword

Is that one kid who manages to run around naked the most

its probably because you’re always in the middle of changing him when someone else distracts you and you turn around and all of the sudden he’s naked as the day he was born from the belly button and waddling back to where jimin is playing with flubber on the rug

you have to run over and scoop him up but also hold him at arms length because hello? pee?

he thinks this is hilarious and flaps his arms like hes flying

Everyone kisses tae

like when the kids get to that stage where they all try to kiss each other because their parents probably kiss them and they're like imitating their parents

everyone goes for tae

he takes it like a champ

but his face is probably v sticky after wards so you pull him over and take a wet wipe to his face

might ask you for a kiss and you place one on his LARGE forehead lol

His grandma comes in often with dolls she made for the class

tae shows them off proudly during his show and tell days and makes sure everyone plays nicely with them or theyll break because theyre normally made from soft yarn

He has a major thing for stickers and is always asking you for stickers to adorn his whole body with 

you are constantly telling him to take stickers off his face and sometimes he puts them on his eyebrow and you sigh because crying is inevitable at that point

you have limited him to 3 stickers on any given day and they go on a piece of paper labeled “Taehyung’s Tata’s stickers”

was mad when you tried to write his full name on the paper because he is tata at school >: (

Jeon Jungkook

the youngest! a true baby

when he first came to the classroom he was right in the middle in terms of age so like he technically aged out of the nursery down the hall but he wasn’t at the normal age minimum to enter your classroom and you were like Ummmmm i guess he can come? because you didn’t have very many kids so what’s one more right?

Started walking and running in the same day during his first week at the classroom!!!

you were worried he’d be too small to keep up with the other kids and might be hurt with their type of play but nope

he was constantly crawling after them trying to keep up until one day he just...stood up and you were like omg and pulled your phone up

when his parents came to pick him up you showed them the video and his dad cried

Now he’s the fastest runner in the class

he doesn’t really talk yet

hes still preverbal but you can tell he gets whats going on around him

the others are good about it

although you did have to have a day where you addressed the question they kept asking you

“Why doesn’t kookie have words?”

“he’s too little. but he’ll talk when he’s ready”

it was a short talk

He knows two words

no and something that is the approximation of hyung but you’re not certain

if he wants your specific attention he just goes “AH” really loud

says no to everything even when he means yes

this means that when you ask him if he wants to eat snack he says no and then cries when you put his lunchbox away thinking he may actually not be hungry

despite being the best at toddling, he always wants to picked up

he is such a teacher’s pet its crazy

its probably the one piece of evidence that he is the least mature of the group

and also because he misses the presence of his mom

he will settle for sitting in your lap when you’re at your desk

or when you’re trying to read to the group during “carpet reading time”

he will try to turn the pages for you but it took him a while to realize you weren’t always done reading when he turned a page and you’d have to fight him to turn the page back so you could finish

now he waits for you to say “you can turn the page now kook”

He is so so so shy omg

if a teacher from another classroom comes by to borrow something, they naturally try to come over and say hi to the one kid who you’re carrying on your hip or sitting in your lap and he just turns and smushes his face into your armpit until he suspects they’ve left

he does, however, have a weird obsession with the handyman that comes in to repair that one tricky light in the back of the art closet

kook will stare at him until he leaves and its cute because he’ll leave your lap or whine to be put down and toddle over to watch him work from a “reasonable distance”

the repairman is kind of gruff looking but he always turns and spots kook watching him like 8^O and will snort

one time he handed kook a rubber band that he had in his breast pocket and kook kept it clutched in his little hand all day

actually waves goodbye when he leaves its so precious

Kook is very sensitive to touch and stuff

so in the winter when he has to wear layers he cries a lot if the t-shirt under his sweater bunches up the wrong way

like he’s so finicky about tactile stuff

he can’t have bare feet ever

wears slippers all year, even in the summer

also cries if the classroom gets too loud and covers his ears

you think maybe he may have some sort of sensory sensitivity

won’t eat the bananas in his lunch unless you mash them with a fork for him

cried when you cut open a pumpkin to show the kids the seeds inside and later roast them because the smell was too strong for him

you had to put a tiny face mask on him to get him to calm down and he resembled a ninja turtle the whole day

He loves hobi very much and is always super giggly when hobi pays extra attention to him

always follows him around and is constantly bumping his nose on hobi’s back because he follows him THAT CLOSELY

always fights with jin

meaning he constantly swipes toys out of his hands and then sometimes gets sat on as punishment and cries until you heft jin off him

you don’t know why they always fight

is so good at hidden item picture books like Ispy

you will zoom through them because he finds everything immediately and you wonder if maybe hes a genius

you had a hunch one day and put him down in front of a 400 piece puzzle and he did a surprisingly good chunk of it in the span of the school day and went straight to it the next day

I was trying so hard to write this and couldnt think of anything and then i remembered yesterday that my friemd Worked in a daycare for the last three years??? so a lot of this is real life stuff which is funny but also really extra

all pics are from weheartit...

[donghyxns]

serial killer! au | donghyun (2)

part 1 of this crazy ass au

mentions of suicide and the ending sucks ass sorry man

you couldnt get him out of your mind for a solid 2 weeks after you met him

lowkey you wanted to smack yourself for actually kIND OF LIKING A SERIAL KILLER???

f off m8

after weeks and weeks (more like a couple of days lmao) of deliberating

you decided to walk down the path at 2:00 AM again

just in case he was there you know

you walked past the placed you first met him and heard grunting again

your heartbeat started to go wild

“jesus, i cant believe im doing this”

you walk down the hill, a smile lingering on your face

he was there digging a hole with a shovel and a dead body laying next to him

“hey, mr. serial killer” 

HE WAS SHOOK BC HE ACTUALLY FUCKING SCREAMED IT WAS FUNNY AND CUTE ALL AT THE SAME TIME

“oh, its just you” his hand was resting on his wildly beating heart

you nod your head, sitting down on the ground

“continue doing your work, i just need to be in the presence of somebody today”

he smiles down at you, taking off his jacket, “the ground is dirty... sit on my jacket instead”

HE WAS SO GENTLEMANLY FOR A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER WHAT

he continues to dig the hole and finally he throws the girl in there

he starts to fill the hole up once again but stops turning towards you

“hey, _____.... this may sound a bit weird but i kind of need a ‘partner in crime’.... do you think you could help me out with that?”

um what

you open your mouth to say something but then close it immediately after

he sighs, running his hand through his hair, “you know, it was a stupid request anyway... im sorry-”

“no,” he looks over at you, “i’ll do it”

-

and that is how you became donghyuns side kick

he lived in a big ass apartment because apparently his dad was like a politician and his mom a top rated surgeon????

ok

so they paid for college and his apartment so he didnt need a job or anything

you found out that hes actually really good at singing and playing the guitar and he's studying music theory in college

now back to you being his side kick

you dont do any of the killing or torturing???

you just kinda lure the victims in by becoming their friend and inviting them over

and then it is in donghyuns hands

you can always hear the victims screaming and crying out in pain from the torture room

the first couple of times it made you cry and shaky but after the 6th or 7th time you really didnt care that much

you just watched movies while it happened or worked on college work

after killing the victim, donghyun would always come into your room all bloody and shit

he would have a big smile on his face and come over to kiss you on the forehead

“i’m leaving now... i made you some food just heat it up whenever you feel like you are hungry”

it confused you so much

clearly you had a huge crush on donghyun

but who knew if he had a crush on you

it would keep you up until 4 am 

you would think about how disappointed your parents and friends would be if they knew you were in love and living with a serial killer

they would all probably stop talking to you all together

you just had to make sure they would never figure it out

it was all good for a couple of weeks

you would get victims, donghyun would torture and kill them, and then he would get rid of the bodies

each day you found yourself falling for donghyun more and more 

he would sing you to sleep if you couldnt fall asleep

he would pet your hair too

he would make your dinner and the two of you would eat it together

the both of you would always go see movies together

it was like you were dating but without the official title

but then one day that all came crashing down

donghyun had left to go dispose of a body which was usually an all night process

you were casually watching running man on the TV and then BOOM he bursts through the apartment door

sweat running down his face and panic plastered on his expression

“donghyun?” you ask but he just walks over to you, pulling you off the couch harshly and dragging you to the room

“we need to leave, like now!” he yells, clearly upset and uncomfortable

he starts throwing your clothes in bags and throwing his clothes in bags and throwing all kinds of toiletries in the bag

“what the fuck happened?” you follow him around

he stops in the kitchen, his hands gripping the marble counters so hard his knuckles were white

his chest was rising and falling rapidly

“someone.... fucking caught me! they tipped me off to the police... jesus fucking christ!” he hits the counter

well shit

your body goes numb but you try to think logically about it

shit you were probably going to be thrown in prison for the rest of your life

“we need to leave, right now” 

-

the two of you camped out at multiple different locations

and since the person only knew donghyun by physical appearance you decided it was best to change your physical appearance

donghyun went from brown hair to a blondish- orange color and he worked out more often, buffing up a bit

honestly,,,, it was hot LMAO

but you couldnt help but feel scared at almost every moment of the day

the only time you felt okay about everything was when donghyun took your face in his hands and told you, “everything will be okay”

the days went by so slow

you and donghyun would just sit on the hotel rooms couch on watch the TV mindlessly

waiting for something to happen

it was like the two of you knew you were fucked bc every time you turned on the tv

pictures of the both of you showed up

they figured out that you were his sidekick bc of how much time you spent with donghyun and when he was gone you were also gone

one day the wait was over

you were sitting on the couch, hand in hand with donghyun

then suddenly, your hotel room door just flew open

the both of you didnt even flinch

it was kind of obvious it was going to happen

you were watching the live news coverage as it was happening lmao

donghyun looks over at you with those eyes

you know what im talking about

and you nod

“dont move!” you hear the police scream but you still stand up mindlessly

you heard several gunshots come from donghyuns end

honestly you were so zoned out you didnt know what the fuck was happening

your ears were ringing like crazy and your legs were on autopilot

you felt donghyun hand on your arm as the two of you went out to the balcony

the last thing you remember was your hair whipping in the cool breeze as sounds of helicopters surrounded the hotel above you

donghyun gave you a large smile, “i love you...”

then the two of you jumped

UMMMMM THIS IS SHIT WTF IM SORRY IDK HOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO END THISLMAO

[mytholora]

Moonsun Claustrophobia AU

i tried ok

rated: T for language? and uh awkward children

kinda hostile towards one another after first meeting

byulyi is a new employee and yongsun is (attracted) so she decides to be nice and holds the lift door open for byulyi but byulyi gives her this sneering look that makes yongsun fell like she’s been scalded

takes the stairs instead and doesn’t even talk to yongsun for the rest of the day

yongsun decides that she hates her (she doesn’t actually but she doesn’t tell anyone that, not even herself)

they have banter

wheein calls it ‘sexual tension’, yongsun calls it murderous intent.

Starts to notice things about byulyi

She never takes the lift?? What kind of weirdo, she texts wheein

But then again a sweaty byulyi isn’t a bad thing

“okay so maybe there is some tension”

Important meeting one day and they’re both required to attend it

On the tenth floor

They’re both rushing into the building at the same time

“you’re never going to make in time if u climb the stairs you monkey, just take the lift”

byulyi hesitates and yongsun almost wants to force the doors shut but she doesn’t

finally she gets inside

as they go up, yongsun tries to make convo but byulyi doesn’t reply, doesn’t even spare her a glance

ugh rude?? I just saved ur ass and u don’t even want to look at me???

Suddenly the lift starts to jerk and the lights flicker

Yongsun thinks she might have heard byulyi whimper

And there goes the power (at least the ventilation works)

The only thought that goes through yongsun’s head is that ‘shit im stuck in a lift with my crush who I have to pretend to hate and we’re gonna be late sHIT”

Yongsun quickly presses the alarm button thing and waits for help to come

She doesn’t hear anything from byulyi and turns around because hey, she has to at least make sure byulyi’s alive right? If byulyi dies here, her ass is gonna be dragged to jail

She’s never seen that shade of white on byulyi’s face before

There’s no trace of the usual teasing smirk or irritating pride on her face

Byulyi’s shivering and shaking and yongsun’s kinda scared this is exactly like what happened to that one girl in that one scene in that one horror movie

Still, yongsun’s a good person (even to byulyi) so she slowly approaches the younger girl

The last thing yongsun expects is for byulyi to look at her with the most frightened pair of eyes she’s ever seen in her entire life

Yongsun immediately drops the ‘i despise you but I want to make out with you too’ pretense and drops to her knees

Byulyi lunges up to crush Yongsun against her body and Yongsun shortcircuits

because holy shit byulyi is hugging me and she smells like what dreams would smell like

Yongsun doesn’t know what to do, she’s never seen or dealt with this kind of byulyi ever

“just let me hold you please”

byulyi’s sounds so scared yongsun instinctively holds byulyi tighter

comforts her as much as she can without dying herself

yongsun’s sure byulyi can hear her heart beat like a heavy metal song

byulyi calms down a little after a while

yongsun tries to pull away but byulyi makes some kind of strangled sound in her throat and won’t let go, burying her face deeper into the side of her neck

and oh my god that was so cute but why am i so turned on right now what the hell

“I guess I should explain”

apparently byulyi’s had claustrophobia since a really young age after getting locked in a closet for hours while playing hide and seek and her cousins couldn’t find her so they gave up and when she tried to get out she couldn’t

“im sorry I was a jerk to you when we first met” she blurts out

“you didn’t know about this so it’s not your fault” byulyi says quietly “thank you for doing this for me even though you kinda hate my guts”

holy shit she’s so cute

“I don’t I swear - okay maybe at first but after that I didn’t anymore, like I thought you were a weirdo for always taking the stairs but I didn’t hate you or anything like that”

did she really just say that

Byulyi stays quiet for a while and yongsun notices that now there are two very loud heavy metal bands playing

“I always thought you were the prettiest girl here but I didn’t know how to tell you. everytime I tried to open my mouth id say something stupid”

oh god someone help me

“please im far from being the prettiest here im like a 7/10”

byulyi gets this grin on her face and yongsun knows she’s in some deep shit

“you’ve always been 11/10 in my heart though”

what the hell

what the hell

yongsun’s sure her face is now bright red enough to light up the entire elevator and byulyi lets out this soft laugh and her heart just physically crushes into itself

“thanks again for doing this. I feel a lot better”

“I should be the one who’s sorry. Because of me you’re scared half to death. You could be upstairs right now, in the meeting.”

“id be tired and sweaty, no thanks. Id rather be here with you”

and yongsun’s tongue and lips run on autopilot even though the rest of her body is telling her abort abort stop what you are doing you loser

“you’re not disgusting when you’re sweaty.”

No don’t do it

“you smell good. I kinda like it.”

Oh my god

But byulyi’s face turns as red as yongsun’s and she starts stuttering and all of a sudden yongsun is revived from the depths of hell

“thanks um I’ll run more then”

why did she not notice how cute this girl was before all this oh right eternal enemies and all that

“we could run together if you’re okay with it” come on yongsun it’s so simple just say it

“the only place I want to run to is into your arms”

??fuck me

byulyi looks up, startled and Yongsun thinks that maybe it’d be a good thing if she died right now

“are you always this smooth”

yongsun laugh sounds like part braying and part choking on saliva

an hour ago she was a smooth professional and now she’s a blubbering mess of hormones and embarrasment someone save me

the lights flicker and a dull whirring begins as the lift jerks to life and starts moving slowly up

Byulyi grips yongsun almost tight enough to stop the blood circulation and when the elevator door creal and groan open, they’re almost blinded by the light

Byulyi quickly scrambles out, gulping deep breaths of air, almost staggering and yongsun feels stupid hugging air like that

She collects their bags and walks out the lift as well, stopping beside byulyi to make sure she’s alright

yongsun sees wheein among the pack of curious colleages and lift technicans that stand in front of them

feels byulyi grab her hand and wheein’s gasp from the side

but then byulyi smiles and would you look at that angels really do exist

line break or some shit like that to the next day

yongsun walks into company building sleep-deprived after wondering how to face byulyi now after wheein’s interrogation and all that happened in the lift yesterday

and then she sees byulyi standing in front of the lift, waiting for her no she’s not stop your delusional ass before you hurt yourself

but she’s not being delusional, not when byulyi looks up and sees her and grins so widely her nose muscles make an appearance

and that’s it yongsun’s sold.

And they date that’s it that’s the ending

[continuouscalamity]

CHAPTER 2 TRIAL TRANSCRIPT

Ding! Ding! Dong!

Monoboar clears his throat hoarsely to get everyone's attention directed towards the monitor.

"Oi! Yer all pretty gutshoed up for this investigation, wouldn't ya say? Now head to the foyer and to the elevator! Same procedure as last time!"

TRIAL 2 - BEGINNING

[4:00 PM] Monoboar!: As you all crowd into the elevator and the doors shut behind you, the noise of the elevator slowly descending down rings in your ears, the low, ominous hum of everything moving around you.

The more you descend, the more it dawns on you-- more people had died in such a short span of time... Akihiko... Aderyn... Akemi... and now Wallace was a victim of another murder, done by one of your hands.

It's another deadly class trial...!

....

The elevator finally stops to it's destination, revealing a large trial room, with stands all in a circle. Four stands now bear the mark of the fallen, four portraits pertaining to Akihiko, Aderyn, Akemi, and Wallace.

And... another person was missing? But she doesn't have a portrait... you wonder where she is.

@Alive (You may walk to your stands.) [4:01 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo walks to his stand. He doesn't wanna be here. [4:01 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko walks to her stand as if on autopilot. This sucks, man. [4:01 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy is at his stand. [4:01 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Atemis stiffly walks over to her stand. [4:02 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is not at her stand. [4:02 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: Rayne is at their stand hello. [4:02 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Has anyone seen Hazeldine-san?" [4:02 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel headed to his stand, doll in arms. He didn't like this. [4:02 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "W-wait! Where's Ms. Hazeldine?!" [4:02 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: Renzo walks in front of their stand, turns around, and hoists themselves up to sit on the edge. "Nope!" [4:02 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri goes to her stand. [4:02 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...That's... Not good..." [4:02 PM] Monoboar!: "Bah, don't worry 'bout it!" Monoboar snorts. [4:03 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "No I WILL worry about it! Where is she?!" [4:03 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie looks at the empty stand beside him.

"Uh, what do you mean, don't worry about it?" [4:03 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck- Where is she you stupid tub of lard?!" [4:03 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar rolls his beady little eyes, resting a pudgy chin on his hoof. "It means ya don't gotta worry 'bout her!" [4:04 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She pales once more. "I-is she...?”

[4:04 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo is ANGRY but he knows better. He just bears his fangs like a feral animal and hisses. [4:04 PM] Monoboar!: The boar shakes his head. "Not what yer thinkin'." [4:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Where. The fuck. Is she?" Wilma says softly, though her voice is laced with danger. "If she ain't hurt you ain't got no reason to be keeping her from us."

She stares real fucking hard at Monoboar. [4:06 PM] Monoboar!: "I got every reason, Missy! Now shut up and figure it out on yer own!"

Monoboar slams his familiar gavel down loudly, marking the beginning of a new class trial.

"Let the trial for Wallace Callaghan and missin' Hazel Hazeldine commence!"

[GIF LINK]

[4:06 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I...we can't just start the trial without her, can we?" [4:06 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: W-what did you do to her? Kubo thinks, but stays quiet. [4:07 PM] Monoboar!: "Course ya can! That's why I started it!" [4:07 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I'd love to find out where Princess is, but we have to focus on this first." [4:07 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "Why not? We have the clues and things, so we can start now!" They say, kicking their feet. [4:08 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Alright...I suppose that's true." [4:09 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma grits her teeth.

"...I don't reckon Monoboar's gonna tell us shit til we figure it out ourselves, so...we might as well get started."

She is not happy about it. [4:10 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy glances around. "So... How about that note?" [4:10 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Alright, so...how're we gonna start this-Oh." Well, there we go. "What note?" [4:11 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "You know, the note!" Yes Renzo. Shh. [4:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma gives them a Look. Elaborate, please. [4:12 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :cluebullet: "The one that said 'meet me in the lounge to talk about the boar' or whatever. It was right next to the body." [4:12 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "That note!" [4:13 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma blinks.

"Well...So that's what got 'im in the lounge then, I reckon?" Duh. [4:13 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :consentbullet: "Ah yes...it seemed as if it was written in a very hasty manner..." [4:13 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Probably had to get it to someone fast, but why would it be by his body?" [4:13 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Mhm mhm.... I saw that note too!" [4:13 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Maybe he was holding on to it?" Wilma suggests in response to Packie's question. [4:14 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "Perhaps our friend Wallace brought it in with him, yes yes!" [4:14 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Thanks for backing her up, Renzo. [4:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Speaking of the body...

"Y'all saw those ugly bruises on his neck, right?" [4:17 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Th' file said he died of a sir-vee-cal fracture," She says, enlongating the unfamiliar word. "But it looked like a plain old broken neck to me." [4:18 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Yeesh. What a way to go." } [4:19 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "So what you're saying is somebody got him where they wanted him then BAM, got him in one go!" [4:20 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: { "OOoooo, so fast....!" } [4:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :counterbullet: "Not quite...there were clear signs of a struggle all over the lounge. In fact, it was a complete wreck." [4:20 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"He's... not as smart as I thought, then."} [4:20 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is tapping his hoof a bit impatiently. [4:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Ok, hog. Fuck off. [4:21 PM] Monoboar!: Kay. [4:21 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Oh. Huh." [4:22 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Why's he only got injuries on his neck then? That don't seem like much of a struggle." [4:22 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts in amusement. [4:22 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I 'unno how this would help out, but.."

:cluebullet:  Packie takes out a nice, fancy fountain pen. "This was in his pocket."

"Don't ask how I got it from him." Sorry Wilma. [4:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Stealing off a corpse? Really?" } [4:22 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {"Hayai-san...you stole from Callaghan-san's corpse?!"} [4:23 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel gave Monoboar the best glare he could while still in tears. [4:23 PM] Monoboar!: "Oooh, gutsy! i like it!" [4:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma's frown deepens. [4:23 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I won't fucking steal it, I'll return it to his room afterwards. Besides, it might help out or something." [4:24 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {She's still frowning, but has no further comments on the subject.} [4:24 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Alright, he had a pen on him. Now what?" [4:24 PM] Monoboar!: {"Snrf..."} [4:25 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I have...a theory I'd like to share. If no one objects." [4:25 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Huh? Go ahead."

[4:27 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :testitheorybullet: "The state of the lounge suggests a large struggle took place there, but Callaghan-san's body is...well, you know. What if someone other than him took part in said struggle?" [4:27 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar's piggy ears perk up. [4:28 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Like, somebody besides the killer and Wallace?" [4:29 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Someone could've saw what happened and tried to interfere?" [4:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :consentbullet: "Yes. I believe that might've been the case."

"Which brings me to another clue I found..." she clears her throat, regaining some of her composure, "There was a pale-blue ribbon crumpled on the ground in the library. Which gives me reason to think Hazeldine-san might've been attacked by someone." [4:30 PM] Monoboar!: {"Snrf, how spicy!"} [4:31 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :consentbullet: "Yeah, yeah, I saw that ribbon too!"

"But something still ain't right..." [4:33 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "If Princess Peanut was caught up in it, why wouldn't she be here now?" He taps against hisstand. "I don't think she's dead or anything, but I don't get why she'd hide." [4:33 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar looks amused. [4:33 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "I was gonna say that..." } [4:33 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks even more agitated at the reminder that Hazel is still missing.

"I ain't sure she's hiding..." She says slowly. "Otherwise I think the hog over there woulda dragged her out." [4:34 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis glances to the portrait standing beside her. "Uh. Missing Hazels aside, anyone else notice lounge doors?" [4:35 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Yeah!!! They were open yes?" [4:36 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Mhm. Which is really fucking weird because the lounge is locked and off-limits during the night." [4:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Ain't that place sposed to be locked down at night?" [4:36 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"You guys sync up."} [4:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't look happy about that. [4:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Well, it wouldn't be the first time Callaghan-san has tried to test the nighttime rules." [4:37 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Was he fucking out of his mind?" [4:38 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "He got fuckin' cocky is what happened." [4:38 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts, speaking up. "Oh, gyeheheh, I helped out with that. Unlocked it m'self!" [4:38 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {Keiko glares at Artemis. Please don't talk shit about the dead man.} [4:38 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "You helped? Is that allowed?" [4:39 PM] Monoboar!: "My damn  mansion, ain't it? My rules!" Monoboar cackles. [4:39 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy can't argue with that, as much as he wants to. [4:39 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "That's kinda unfair isn't it?!" [4:39 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You knew what the killer was up to?" [4:40 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Well, then...maybe he wanted to investigate why the door was open?"

"Did anyone hear anything at night? Surely such a big struggle must've caused some noise."

[4:41 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "You did?" [4:41 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"You really gotta sleeve shot doves to get our attention?"} [4:41 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma's staring at Willy, waiting impatiently for the explanation. [4:42 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :testitheorybullet: "At two in the morning I heard something go clink clink in the halls outside my room. I'm a light sleeper, so it was easy to hear." [4:43 PM] Monoboar!: {"Clink clink! Clinkin' and clackin' and..." The boar is making various sound effects in the background.} [4:43 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {"Something go clink clink?" she's so confused.} [4:44 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "A kind of jingling, maybe." } [4:44 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"Glass? Maybe?"} [4:44 PM] Monoboar!: {"Stop yer damn whispering."} [4:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Shut the hell up, hog." Wilma says reproachfully. She looks closely at Willy. "Two in the mornin', huh...that's just a little bit before the time of death, ain't it?" [4:44 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "That's right!" [4:46 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar taps his hoof in anticipation. [4:47 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "That's...odd. And you didn't hear the struggle?" [4:47 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Nope." [4:47 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "It was on the second floor." Wilma points out. Second floor is different from in the hall. [4:48 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy points to his nose and a Wilma. [4:48 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "So someone left their room close to the time of death...and they made a jingling sound."

"What could possibly make a sound like that?" [4:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Clown hat." [4:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: No one here has one of those, I think. [4:49 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "...Do clowns wear hats?" } [4:49 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...I meant what in here could've caused it, Ortega-san." [4:49 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar appears annoyed. [4:49 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Okay. Well, fuck you too. [4:50 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I ain't sure 'bout all that right now, but were there any other clues we ain't discussed yet?" [4:52 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Her eyes widen. "There is one thing I investigated that hasn't been spoken of yet."

"One of the books was put back in the wrong place in the library, and it seemed to be sticking out a bit." [4:52 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "If it was a heavy book, it could've been used as a weapon." [4:53 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods.

"Ah, yeah, I saw that too...you didn't happen to open it up, didja?" [4:53 PM] Eri [origami time]: "I also found some stuff that wasn't mentioned" [4:53 PM] Monoboar!: {Monoboar is beginning to clack his gavel on his throne. He looks bored, and waiting for juicy action.} [4:54 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "No...I should've probably done that, now that I think of it. I'm sorry, Ortega-san." [4:54 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I did." She says, shifting uncomfortably. "It were a book about cults 'n shit." [4:55 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis cringed lightly. "That's not creepy at all. Anyone into scult shit?" [4:55 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri twirls around a strand of her hair. [4:55 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Not that I'm aware of...though I doubt anyone would admit to it now that it'd incriminate them." [4:56 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "There was also a paper fulla notes stuck in the book...like someone was studying er something." [4:57 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is impatiently staring at the ice skater. [4:57 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko frowns. "That's even more odd."

"But...what about those things you mentioned, Eri-san? The ones we haven't spoken about?" [4:59 PM] Eri [origami time]: "The drawers in the kitchen were ransacked, someone was probably looking for something. And there was a slighty scuffed and damaged marble rolling pin in the lounge's trash can." [5:00 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Well, I think we know where the rolling pin came from then." [5:01 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "..."

"You think they were lookin' for knives?" [5:01 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Maybe that pin was used to hit someone? [5:02 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "And where would those knives be?" Willy glances at Artemis." } [5:03 PM] Eri [origami time]: "It was probably used to kill Wallace?" Eri shrugged. [5:03 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"Hey. I almost saved him from getting fucking murdered."} [5:03 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :counterbullet: "He had a broken neck...can a rolling pin cause such damage?" [5:03 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Almost." } [5:03 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Maybe with enough force behind it...?" [5:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shakes her head. [5:04 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar seems doubtful about some of these hunches, but which ones? [5:04 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "You can break a neck with a lot less."

[5:04 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Marble is pretty heavy isn't it?" [5:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace woulda had to be glued to the ground to create 'nough force to break his neck like that, I think." ...That's how physics works right? [5:04 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Probably." [5:05 PM] Monoboar!: "Glued t' tha ground? What kinda hypothesis is that?" Monoboar snorts in amusement. [5:05 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma would literally murder Monoboar right now if she could. [5:07 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis has a little lightbulb. "Uh... Hm. Say, do you all think he died on that couch?" [5:07 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko's eyes widen yet again.

"We have no way to confirm it. The couch was the only spotless thing about the lounge, after all." [5:08 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "I don't know enough about furniture to back this up, but I doubt it would be easy to snap a neck on a couch." [5:08 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "So what? Y'all suggesting he was placed there?" Wilma tilts her head. [5:09 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "If the boot fuckin' fits. Wallace kinda big and really fucking heacy. It'd take some strength to get him on the couch, right?" [5:10 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar looks intrigued. [5:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'know what's botherin' me..." Wilma speaks up, trying to ignore Monoboar, because she hates him and so do I. "That whole mess in the lounge looked pretty violent....but Walleye was barely touched. 'Cept for the uh, well, you know." [5:13 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Weird" [5:13 PM] Monoboar!: "Sure is!" Monoboar looks ecstatic. [5:13 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "It's got me wondering if Wallace was the intended target at all." [5:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar's snorts at that. [5:14 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...That's a good point, actually... Maybe it's the culprit who was beaten up rather than Wallace-kun?" [5:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts again. [5:14 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks around the room.

"...Do any of yall got obvious injuries?" [5:15 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I don't believe Callaghan-san could do something like this, but we must consider all possibilites, so..."

"It's possible that Callaghan-san tried to murder someone, and that person was defended by the culprit, who then went on to kill Callaghan-san himself." [5:16 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "...Welp I'm lost." } [5:17 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I ain't sure 'bout that..." Wilma says hesitantly. "Why the note addressing Wallace himself, then? It don't add up." [5:18 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks thoughtful again. [5:18 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ah, you're right..." [5:19 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I didn't wanna mention it at first, 'cause it didn't appear to be used in this murder...I think. But my gun's been missing since last night." [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Is it possible that the note was forged? Is that the word?" [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...Oh, no." [5:19 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: ...

"Ah." [5:19 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Geez" [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Where was it last?" [5:19 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "At least. You didn't have any bullets." [5:19 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Well..." [5:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "That ain't quite true." [5:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "There were bullets inside???"

[5:20 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy's eyes narrow. "Hm?" [5:20 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "..." [5:20 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Oh my fucking god-" [5:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shrugs. "Wouldn't be much of a gun if there wasn't." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'all never had to worry anyways. The bullets weren't real, so anyone hopin' to use them wouldn't a got far." [5:21 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar cackles underneath his hooves. [5:21 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh...good." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Hog gave me a nerf gun." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Still, it's been missin'." [5:22 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...What were we worrying about, then?!" [5:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "." [5:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Could have started off with the 'fake gun, fake bullets' thing..." } [5:23 PM] Monoboar!: "Pshh, just look atcha, Sheriff, up n' down! Yer wieldin' a gun that can't even help ya. Sad." [5:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't look impressed. It takes more than that to rile her up. [5:24 PM] Monoboar!: "No wonder that catty lady died so young. I would'a thought it interesting to see you try pumpin' me full of lead over that ordeal, but nope." [5:24 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Will you shut the fuck up?" [5:24 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts with laughter. [5:24 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Don't speak of Akemi-san like that!" [5:24 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Okay, now she's getting pissed. [5:24 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Calm down before this gets outta hand." [5:25 PM] Monoboar!: "Hazel, too! She's off missin' somewhere cuz you don't got the weaponry to threaten me! Ahhh, lovin' this power... just like back at the wild..." There is no wild. He's just an asshole. [5:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "You better shut the hell up." [5:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma is quickly losing her composure. [5:26 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san, please. We can't afford to lose our composure right now." [5:26 PM] Monoboar!: "Ugh, and Wally. Got his head turned 360 all cuz your guys' little president ain't shit!" [5:26 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy silently makes a talking mouth motion with his hand whenever Monoboar speaks. [5:26 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Block him out! Movin' the fuck on! What else hasn't been vleared up?" She's trying to difuse the ticking time-bomb that is Wilma. [5:26 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts once more. [5:27 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Ghhh...!!!" Lake clawed at her head in irritation before shaking it, trying to focus on the task at hand. [5:28 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar just huffs at everyone. [5:28 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: It's honestly just muscle memory. Nothing more than that. Monoboar reminded her of her failures, and well- She isn't having it. She doesn't need to hear this from him.

It's so quick it's barely even perceptible until she has it out.

Wilma pulls out her gun and points it at Monoboar. [5:29 PM] Monoboar!: "Oh?" [5:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "..." [5:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san!! Please stop this instant!"

[5:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "I thought you didn't have your fucking gun, Wilma!" [5:29 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Wilma-san?! I thought you just said you didn't--" [5:29 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Guys, can we fucking not have an extra dead guy." [5:30 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "It doesn't have real bullets." Wilma reminds Packie quietly.

She's shaking with anger. [5:30 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "But...you said it was missing. Why did you lie, Ortega-san?" [5:30 PM] Monoboar!: "Yeah? What's a dirty little liar gonna do shootin' me with nerf bullets!? Gwahahahaahar!" [5:31 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...Wait... Why did she lie about her gun?" [5:32 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma takes a few deep, shuddering breaths and lowers the gun.

She pulls the brim of her hat down. Her eyes aren't visible.

"...Had to." Is all she says. [5:32 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Why were you lying?" Willy repeat. [5:32 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You had to?" [5:32 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'aint getting more of an answer than that til I know-" She cuts herself off and glares at Monoboar. [5:33 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis has a bigger light buld. "Wilma. Did you... try to stop Wallace from doing the shit he did before? Trying to bypass the rules?" [5:33 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts in Wilma's general direction. [5:33 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "..." Wilma doesn't answer Artemis's question. [5:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: She's still staring at Monoboar, apparently waiting for something. [5:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Give her back." [5:35 PM] Monoboar!: ...and with a puff of smoke and a flash of sparkles, there's an explosion (not literally) where Hazel's stand is.

The smoke dissipates, and Hazel stands there, shaken, covered in glitter. The poet looks extremely unhappy, for good reason. [5:35 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Wh-" [5:35 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "U-Uuuuuu....!?" [5:35 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Hazeldine-san! Are you alright?!" [5:35 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck-" [5:35 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nearly collapses in relief.

"Oh thank the fuckin' stars." [5:35 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel squinted. [5:36 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I-I'm, I..." Hazel regains her balance, clutching on the stand. "...." [5:36 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Hey, appearing in a puff of smoke is my thing! Stay in your lane, pig!" [5:36 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar sticks his tongue out at Willy. [5:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma, for a second, looks so painfully happy to see Hazel's okay...and then her expression shuts down completely. [5:37 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel looks around hastily at the others, and back at Wilma.

"I-I know...!" [5:37 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie brushes some of the glitter off of him since he was near the blast. [5:37 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake did the same. [5:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "..." Keiko places both her hands on top of her cane.

"Can you both tell us what happened last night?" [5:37 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I reckon they know too, Miss Basil." Wilma says quietly. [5:37 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel clutches at her head, looking upset at the lack of her hair ribbon, before her mouth hangs open in shock, staring at Wilma.

"they know...? Truly?" [5:38 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "You wouldn't be back here if they don't got some sort of inklin'." [5:38 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: She bites her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she looks at everyone in fear.

"...tell me what you all know, then." [5:39 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko is so confused. "C-Callaghan-san died. And Ortega-san lied about her gun being stolen, for some reason..." [5:39 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "Th-That's not what I meant! Ugh!" Hazel stamps her foot. "I mean... do you know who did it all?" [5:40 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "It's...between you two, really." [5:42 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Were you held, like, as a hostage? If Ortega, if she really did it, didn't, y'know, then..? Or did you both work together." [5:43 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I... was held as a hostage, yes." Hazel nods. [5:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma is silent. [5:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Also, Auz is afk for a second. Oops. [5:45 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Wilma killed Wallace, you walked in," Willy is attempting to put it together. "Boar didn't want you to make it one sided and he took you out of the picture for a little bit? Something like that?" [5:45 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: There's a dry, humorless chuckle from Wilma.

"Knew you were one of the smarter candidates." She says, sighing. [5:45 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is wringing her hands together, and weakly nods. [5:46 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Since if you were here, it would've been too simple. And that damn boar doesn't like that." [5:46 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "..." [5:46 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "So... You were the one jingling." He glances at Wilma. [5:46 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "...Lady Wilma," She chokes out, but is unable to speak any further. She nods once more at Packie. [5:47 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...So you're..." Shaking. Fists balled up, "You're saying Wilma-san is..." [5:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Am I 'llowed to speak now, your royal fuckhead?" Wilma hisses, glaring at Monoboar. "Or ain't I off the hook yet." [5:48 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar huffs, rolling his beady little eyes once more, and waves a hoof boredly. "Uhhhh, doy, they basically got it down, sheriff!" [5:49 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Fine." Wilma tips her hat back up, looking at everyone around the trial room. "Yeah, I did it. I killed Walleye." [5:50 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Why? Why did you do it, Ortega-san?"

"You said...you said you would protect us all!"

[5:51 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "She probabl ywas trying to protect us-" She gave Wilma a sideglance. She stands by her ealier question. [5:51 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Was it because of what you said earlier?" He leans against his stand. "Where you were suspicious that Wallace would try to test the nighttime rules again." [5:51 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Her teeth were clenched along with her fists as she fought the temptation to yell at either Wilma or the boar in favor of letting Wilma speak. [5:52 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel's crying has started back up again. He covered his mouth to avoid making any noise to interrupt. [5:52 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is clutching her arms, holding herself as she attempts to maintain her composure.

"I had gotten into an argument the day he did that, and... well, he seemed completely unresponsive to my worries about that situation. I-I just didn't expect it to lead to... 'getting rid of him.'" She winces. [5:53 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace didn't just try the nighttime rules again." Wilma states, sighing. "He outright broke 'em. Again." [5:54 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You still protected us, in a way." [5:54 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Fffffucking idiot..." Lake murmured through her teeth, "Idiots... Idiots... I...!" [5:55 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "No, that's not true. You didn't...you didn't protect us."

"Protecting us includes all of us, it included Callaghan-san too!! You didn't--You couldn't have just killed him!!" [5:55 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "So I was right. You tried to stop him so he wouldn't get us all killed." [5:55 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "Lady Wilma... wasn't justified in her murder, but... she had a reason, and she took it to the extreme." Hazel says nervously. [5:55 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel let out a shaky breath. "Mister Callaghan was a good friend. He didn't deserve that. It wasn't the right way to go." He hugged his doll tighter. [5:56 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy is just glancing around the room, taking all of the different opinions. "...Of course..." He whispers under his breath. [5:57 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel huffs, looking at everyone else.

"...what good does it do in the end? We'd either risked all our lives, or have two of them taken away, and... it's... horrid." [5:57 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace didn't die in the lounge. He went to the library. I was on my nighttime watch as always, and I followed 'im, and I wasn't gonna take a chance that was gonna get all of us killed." She says this easily, but her expression is grim. "Two's better than all of us, I 'spose. Walleye was there...readin' that book," She looks very tired. "And I just came up behind him and..."

She does an odd hand movement which you realize is the way you can physically break someone's neck, just using your arms! Awesome. [5:57 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel flinches. [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks at her apologetically. [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I had no intention of hidin' it. Miss B-Hazel...wasn't 'sposed to be there, but either way, I wasn't gonna hide it." [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "But." [5:58 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No...it's not fair. You could've talked to him, you could've--!!"

"You didn't have to kill him!!" [5:59 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He was trying very hard not to get mad, but that was his friend! Holy shit! "Miss Ortega, there's no justifying this. I think.. you're not going to become an angel." [5:59 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel scoffs, glaring at Cerviel. [6:00 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Monoboar didn't quite think that was interestin' enough," Wilma hisses, ignoring the people that are interrupting her motive speech. "So he took Hazel and told me I had to make it fun, or else..." [6:02 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Took a rollin' pin, fucked up the lounge a bit, then I moved 'im there so it'd be more confusin', I guess. Wrote that note, too. With his own pen." Wow, she really...truly...planned this horribly. Well, she didn't really plan it in the first place. "It all didn't add up real well 'cause I was just doing whatever it took to make it a case, I guess." [6:05 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "But y'all figured it out...I knew you would." Well, actually, Wilma just fucked up real bad, but let's not focus on that. "I know I failed y'all. I ain't fit to be a leader. Ain't sure I ever was."

She grabs the brim of her hat, pulling it down. "There ain't nothin' I can do to make up fer this. 'Cept dyin' I guess, but that ain't real useful in the long run."

She's...remarkably calm for someone who just admitted she's going to die. [6:06 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel whimpers, and feels like she's about to uproot the stand from the floor and destroy it with her bare hands. [6:06 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "This is...you could've talked to him!! You could've dragged him out of there, for God's sake! If you're strong enough to break his neck you could've done that instead!!"

"But...You didn't have to..." she trails off, looking down. [6:07 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He looked away. "At least you've accepted your fate, Miss Ortega. I'm sorry you thought there was no better way, but this is probably for the best now." [6:07 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Sometimes that's the only way you can deal with insubordination..." That's terrifying, thanks Artemis. [6:07 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Maybe." Wilma admits. "But he'd been talked to. I ain't sayin' that justifies it, but sometimes...sometimes the law's gotta take things into their own hands. At the time, I did what I thought would protect y'all. I hope it still does."

"...But that don't mean my soul's going to salvation 'er nothin'." [6:08 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I-IT'S NOT FOR THE BEST!" Hazel cries. "N-Not for Lady Aderyn, and not for Wilma either... it's horrid...!?" The poet looks hysterical, near tears. [6:08 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Bullshit... I-It's all bullshit," Hot tears began to stream down Lake's cheeks as she shouted, banging her fists on her podium in anger, "It's BULLSHIT!! W-We... W-We shouldn't even be fucking doing all this stupid detective shit!! W-We should b-be in class or something, n-not f-fucking having all these m-moral dilemmas because some FREAK p-practically held us at gun point to fucking K-KILL our classmates!! F-Fuck it all!!! FUCK IT ALL!!!" [6:08 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Would you have done it if it was Hazeldine-san? Or any one of us besides Callaghan-san????" [6:08 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel agrees with Lake, and shows this by crying and stamping her foot. [6:09 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods in response to Keiko's question. "If it woulda been them, breaking rules multiple times and showin' no signs of stoppin'. But it wasn't." [6:09 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He held onto that doll, shaking. "There isn't much salvation out there. Not outside of this place. Not even if you die. I truly am sorry, Miss Ortega." [6:09 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CERVIEL!!" [6:09 PM] Monoboar!: ....

"Yeeeeesh, you maggots done here? I grow tired of all the wailin' really fast! D'ya think it's votin' time?" [6:10 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, TOO!!!" [6:10 PM] Monoboar!: "That a yes?" [6:10 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I'm mighty sorry ya had to be part of this, Miss Basil." Wilma says, taking her hat off as she looks towards the poet. "And that ya had to see that side of me. I'm glad I could make ya feel safe fer a little while, anyways." [6:10 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: ".... We should vote now." [6:10 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is clearly trying to hold back tears, and is only able to nod, lip quivering. [6:11 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Alright, go on 'n vote now." She says before Monoboar can, because fuck Monoboar, she will take every chance to steal his thunder.

[6:11 PM] Monoboar!: "Hmf ...Aaaaaalright, it's votin' time then!"

Same procedure as last trial, voting screens power on your stands, and there's a selection of students to choose from.

@Alive [6:11 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Haha beat you to it. [6:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma votes for herself. [6:12 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri votes for Wilma. [6:12 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo votes for Wilma [6:12 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel quickly voted for Wilma. [6:12 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis votes for Wilma. "...I'm sorry, Woody. We fuckni' butted heads in the past but you were... an alright leader." [6:12 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake brought her fist down onto Wilma's (voting screen) face for her vote. [6:12 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko votes for Wilma. "I'm...truly sorry you felt like that was the only way, Ortega-san. Now we have lost not one, but two of us yet again..."

"I hope you're able to reflect on what you have done, wherever you go." [6:12 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy votes for Wilma. [6:13 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Kicking her podium in rage, Lake managed to leave a crack in the wood. [6:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar seems excited, and is close to pressing the complete button, but eyes Hazel impatiently. [6:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Who ain't voted yet?" Wilma looks confused. "It ain't real hard, folks." [6:15 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie votes for Wilma. Sorry. [6:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: No need to 'pologize. [6:16 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is teary-eyed, hand hovering over the voting screen as she glances over at the sheriff.

"I-I'm sorry, Wilma." She dropped the 'Lady', just as she's done with Akihiko before. "I hadn't.. I... what you did is bad, but I truly looked up to you. Please rest easy..."

She votes for Wilma, teary-eyed. [6:18 PM] Monoboar!: "...Everyone done votin'? If that's the case, let's get this show on the rooooooad!"

After everyone had voted, the screens flicker black, and proceed to light up in anticipation for each profile.

"Well then, worms, who's it gonna be this time? I know I'm real damn excited!"

...

...

A victory tune chimes out as the light lands on Wilma Ortega.

"Looks like it's the truth, gwahaha! Wilma Ortega killed Wallace Callaghan!"

[6:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods.

"Alright then...that's it, I 'spose. I don't mind dyin'....Sure don't want to, but I wasn't 'sposed to live this long anyways. The whole world weren't." [6:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko sighs deeply. "We will remember you, Ortega-san." [6:21 PM] Monoboar!: Hazel feels ready to collapse. [6:21 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is snorting. [6:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "HOLD UP-"\ [6:22 PM] Monoboar!: "Gyehehehe-- huh?" [6:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck you mean you weren't supposed to?" [6:22 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel turned away completely, hugging that doll. He didn't even wanna look anymore. [6:22 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shrugs.

"Just what I said."

"Why'd you think Wallace had that book out on cults, anyways?" [6:22 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel tilts her head, confused. [6:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...Huh?" [6:23 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "He was into goat sacrifice-?" [6:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Absolutely not." WAY off base. [6:23 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...What do you mean, Ortega-san?" [6:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'all don't really think I got good at shootin' just from a Wild West show, do ya?" She smiles, but it's bitter. "Callaghan figured out where I grew up. Little place called Solomon's Grove. Y'all mighta heard of 'em, mighta not. Crazy little cult preparin' for the end of the world. 'Sposed to happen when I was thirteen." She snorts. "When it didn't, I realized it all was a buncha baloney and left. Got myself a job, put my skills to use. I lived a lot longer than I thought I was gonna. I've been livin' on borrowed time."

The rueful smile fades from her face. "Maybe this was what they meant all 'long 'bout me meeting my end in the 'outside world.' They weren't wrong, in the end. But I got to meet y'all, so I think it's worth it anyways." [6:28 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is curling her hands into her hair anxiously, staring apprehensively at Wilma as she attempts to process this information.

"So... a cult? A whole cult..." The poet isn't sure what to say... [6:28 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san...a-a cult??" [6:28 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma dismissively waves a hand. "It ain't that serious. No sacrifices 'er none of that weird shit. Just farms and no fuckin' tech anywhere. 'Cept for guns, 'course." [6:28 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "...That's really cool, Ortega-san..." [6:29 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't respond to that. [6:29 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel glances at Kubo a bit oddly, but shrugs it off. [6:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Jesus... At least you didn't do fucked up shit." [6:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I'm sorry you had to grow up in such a place, Ortega-san..." [6:30 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Anyways, none of that's the point. I'm just sayin'...I'm okay with my world ending like this." Her serious expression cracks a bit. "I'm okay 'long as y'all promise to do better than I could. No more leaders 'er any of that...work together. Keep each other in line. In a safe way." [6:31 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel was quiet as he listened, feeling the guilt start to seep in for having been mean. "I'm sorry about what I said, Miss Ortega. Maybe you will be an angel." [6:31 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "We...we'll do better, Ortega-san. We won't let this happen again."

"Do you...do you have anything you want me to say to anyone outside? Anything you want to pass on?" she offers, just as she did with Aderyn. [6:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...If y'all get to the Saco Wild West show, tell Leone I said hi." She says after a moment. "That's all. Tell 'im I'm doing fine, okay? And my parents..." She looks a bit pained. "They ain't too smart but they ain't bad people. Wouldn't recommend you go checkin' out Solomon's place, though. Maybe just send 'em a letter. Tell 'im I passed." She nods at Keiko, grateful. [6:34 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She smiles sadly. "I will...I promise, Ortega-san."

"Please...tell Callaghan-san he will be missed as well, if you see him again." [6:35 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I got some 'pologies for him, and...everyone else that passed, so I'll be sure to." [6:35 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel disregards everything else and rushes over to give Wilma one last goodbye in the form of a hug.

"My apologies... Wilma..." Hazel says shakily. [6:36 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis gives Wilma a solem nod, she feels a very heavy pit of guilt in her gut. "I hope ya find peace.' [6:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko nods at Wilma's words. She hates Wilma's actions...but she doesn't deserve to die, either. [6:37 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake stomped off her podium and towards Wilma before she joined Hazel.

"God, fuck..." Lake sniffled as she tightened her grip, "You deserved so much fucking better than this hellhole, Wilma-san..." [6:39 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana was horrified. Absolutely, positively horrified. She could only hug Wilma one last time before she...well, ugh.

Hana slowly walked towards her, avoiding eye contact as she did. She didn't want Wilma to see her cry. She wrapped her arms around her tightly. She wanted to say something, anything to send Wilma off.

"Don't go...!" [6:42 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks surprised that anyone would get near her after that, let alone the girl who witnessed her murder. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to stop tears, and returns Hazel's hug. She flinches as two more people join the hug, and tries (and fails) to stop her body from shaking.

"I gotta go, Princess." She says softly. "I...No matter where I end up, I'm gonna be watchin' over y'all and protecting ya best I can anyways. I'll never stop."

She closes her eyes. The world is ending for her. She said she didn't mind, but...

"Thank y'all. I wanted to make y'all feel safe, but the truth is...I always felt like the world was on the verge of ending 'til I met y'all."

"Take care of yerselves now, okay? I'm countin' on yall."

"Goodbye." [6:42 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana sobbed loudly.

[6:43 PM] Monoboar!: "Oh... boohoo, I'm almost touched by the affection you've got! Too bad I gotta rip her away from ya!"

Monoboar slams a gavel onto a big red button, and Wilma is promptly whisked away from the others by a metal clamp attached to a chain snapping around her neck, and she's off...

Wilma Ortega has been found guilty. Time for the punishment.

[Done by @spiiderboiii]

[Done by @pitoumugis]

[6:44 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana stared at the execution for a moment before covering her eyes and dipping her head, hoping her hair would cover her face a little. [6:45 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko doesn't look. She can't do it. [6:45 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo watches intently. That was horrible... [6:45 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel didn't even watch. It didn't feel right even if it was the one who'd killed his friend. [6:45 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Keeping her eyes closed tight and her hands clamped down on her ears didn't stop the shots from giving her an idea of what happened. [6:46 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy frowns as he sees what unfolds. [6:46 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana flinched every time the shots happened. [6:46 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hana shrieks, unable to watch after the horses arrive, and clamps her hands over her ears. [6:47 PM] Monoboar!: Why i say hana :frowning: i tired. Anyways [6:47 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana hugs Hazel really hard. [6:48 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar cackles once again.

"Well then! Another trial is off my hands, gwahahahar!" The boar laughs, and the elevator dings melodically, sliding open.

"Now scram, go cry in your rooms or somethin', ya grubs!"

The boar vanishes promptly, leaving you all to exit yourselves. [6:48 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake joined and wrapped her arms around Hazel and Hana both for a little while. [6:49 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel does the same... but leads them in a small pack with shaky legs, into the elevator. Heh. Help. [6:49 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana was still sobbing loudly. [6:50 PM] Monoboar!: @Alive Walk into the elevator. [6:50 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko leaves silently. It's not her place to try to comfort any of them. She can only hope Wilma can find peace, wherever she is. [6:50 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo walks into the elevator silently [6:50 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy heads to the elevator. [6:50 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie makes his way into the elevator, slumping against one of the walls. [6:51 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel walked into the elevator with his doll, choking back more tears. He's a wreck. [6:51 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis walks into the elevator, the pit in her stomach getting heavily. Shit's awful! [6:52 PM] Monoboar!: Once everyone is inside, whether you roleplayed that or not, the elevator shuts behind you and takes you back to the foyer...

Now Five people are gone, and it seems like your numbers are only going to continue dwindling...

TRIAL 2 - END.