#on one hand i'm sad it was cancelled on the other i fell like this season was particularly meandering

[mikimeiko]

Evil | Season 4 (2024), Robert and Michelle King

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt3

Warnings: Mentioning of needles in a medical sense, Cursing, Mentioning of death

Pt1 Pt2 Hyungline  (xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)

JISUNG|

The room was bright, and everyone of Jisung's senses were clouded slightly when he woke up.

"Where-"

He looked up to see Chan looking at him concerned.

"You passed out and hit your head. You've been out for a minute. You worried us."

Jisung's face scrunched as he looked at Chan. "I didn't mean to...why did I..." The events of right before his fainting spell came to him at once and Chan watched as his face slowly crumpled.

"N-No no! Jisung don't cry please! She's okay! She's okay!"

Jisung's heart rate monitor kept hiking up. "St-Stop ly-lying to me! Sh-She's gone!" He wailed- his heart rate reaching extreme levels that spurred the appearance of three nurses.

They tried to calm him down and Chan talked to a nurse about giving him something to calm him down.

A subtle sedative was injected into one of Jisung's flailing limbs and within a few minutes he was calmed down enough to be considered safe.

Chris sat by Jisung's bed as he fell in and out of sleep, the exhaustion of the past day hit him.

He looked at his phone as Minho was calling him. He looked at the boba eyes boy, who's eyes were closed in what he was assumed was sleep.

"Hello...hey...yeah we're still here, Jisung passed out...yeah...she's okay...I've been splitting my time between his room and her's...both of her femurs are fractured and she's cut up and bruised, and her arm is broken but she'll be okay...I'm trying to wait until he's calm enough to bring him over...he won't even listen to me he's that distraught..." Chris sounded tired. "I hate to them both hurting...I'm going to cancel to schedules...no one should have to work after this...maybe apply for hiatus of Jisung..." Chan stood up and looked at Jisung who was staring back at him with wide eyes. "Minho I'll call you back."

Han sat up and looked at his elder. "Y/N...Y/N? Where is she-" He swung his feet over the bed, not even flinching at the frozen floor as they connected with his bare feet.

Chris guided Jisung by the shoulder and brought him to room a few halls down, nodding politely at the ladies at the desk; silently praying they wouldn't point out that it was past the time for any types of visitors. He led him in front of your door, and knocked lightly. "She might be asleep...I have to run back to the dorms real quick to grab you a change of clothes and update the boys they're worried sick."

Jisung nodded and looked at the bags under Chris's eyes and saw how dark and droopy they were. He looked like a tired dad, and that only hurt Jisung more.

Chris gave him a hug and gave him a peck on the head. "I'll be back soon, Jisung." As he walked away Jisung immediately walked into the room. His heart dropped when he saw you laying there on the bed- legs elevate and your arms as well, your eyes closed.

He almost couldn't recognize your face at first, with the purplish bruise and large cut on your cheek.

He walked over quietly and sat down in the chair next yo your bed, just quietly weeping next to you.

Tears of joy, relief, praise, sadness, pain, and heartbreak.

God thank you. Thank you. Thanl you.

He continued to weep quietly, as he reached for your hand on your uninjured arm to hold it.

He felt calloused and scabbed skin when he put his hand in it and looked down through his tear.

His index finger traced the dark scabbed that decorated your palm, and he felt a hollow pain in his heart. Despite all the other injuries this one hurt him the most, knowing that he was the direct cause for this specific one.

You fluttered your eyes open and looked over to see the love of your life crying over you hand.

"JiJi?" Your voice was raspy, and he instead of saying anything he started placing kisses on your palm in a silent apology.

"It's okay, love. I'm okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Y/N...it's my fault."

You shook your head viciously and winced with the neck pain; mentally kicking yourself for moving at all.

"Its not your fault Jisung. You weren't the one drunk driving. Nor were to the one distracted behind the wheel. Things like this happen in life; you just have to be grateful to be the ones that get through it." You swallowed and started blinking back tears. "I'm sorry I worried you so much-" You croaked. "Channie said you fainted and hit your head? Are you okay?" Your voice was heartbreakingly warm, and Jisung couldn't fathom why you were so kind to him at a time like this. When you were hurting so much physically, mentally and emotionally; you were still concerned about him.

He kissed your palm again and let out a shaky breath. "Stay with me."

You give out a small chuckle, but it hurts your chest so you decide just to smile.

"Sungie...I can't even walk." You joked. "My femurs are pretty messed up right now." Jisung continued to gently hold your hand as if it was something priceless; something extremely fragile and breakable. He rested his forehead against is and murmured.

"Then when you can walk again, don't leave. Stay. Cling to me. Walk towards me instead of away."

You smile. "Walk towards you dressed in white?" You joked.

"Yes." He said with 1000% seriousness in his voice. "I thought I lost you. That was a pain that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. If I ever lose you again...I don't know how I would deal with it...if I could...especially if I knew you left by choice..."

You felt your heart thump at a faster rate and cursed it quietly since it would bring the inevitable visit of a concerned nurse.

"I'm sorry. I truly am." He said, his eyes looking at you. They softly traced all the injuries, all though none of them compared to what he was feeling in his heart, what you were feeling in yours.

"I love you." You said quietly, those three simple words filled with so much that it quelled the negative feelings that were churning in his heart.

And even though he knew it wouldn't be something he could ever truly forgive himself for - even if you did - he was selfish enough to push that aside if it meant that he could be with you.

If it meant you would stay with him.

He kissed your palm once more, before laying his head near yours. His nose gently nuzzling your face.

"I love you more."

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FELIX|

When Felix walked into your home, he wasn't expecting you to be there.

But what he defintely was not expecting at all was you struggling to put together a new gaming station for him, looking at a super complicated instruction sheet for a chair and while sitting next to a bag filled with other electronics.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You turned as the rich and deep voice you loved so much reached your ears. It had been days since you had gotten to hear it.

"It-It was supposed to be a surprise." You said standing up, bracing yourself for him to yell at you, or scold you. "I'm sor-"

You almost had the wind knocked out of you as Felix threw himself into your arms, inhaling deeply.

You hugged him back, feeling just how much he needed it.

His breathing was shaking as you heard him apologize quietly.

He reached for your hands to see if they were red from cleaning so much.

"I'm sorry baby. But sorry doesn't fix it. So what can I do-"

"I love you." You said. "I understand you were angry...it's understandable. So I went to go fix it!"

You pulled away and Felix was in disbelief of how positive and sunshiny you were. He would consider you even more like sunshine than he was.

And with that he felt and overwhelming sense of love and appreciation to the one in front of him, as he watched you explain to him what you had been doing the past few days (odd freelance work for extra money) and how you had went to buy him replacements for all the things you had ruined by accident.

"I thought you'd like this one cause it was blue but I'm not sure..." You mumbled. "It wasn't as expensive as you last one so I'm sorry if it-"

You looked up to see Felix crying with a smile on his face as he bent down to look at you while you knelt on the ground organizing pieces.

"Lix, are you okay?"

He nodded, his freckles scrunching up as he smiled even more, reaching to cup you face with his cool hands.

"I'm more than okay, Y/N." He said. "More than okay."

You looked at him with wide eyes and he couldn't help but plant a bunch of kisses on your face as a musical giggle escaped the lips he soon captured in his own.

You looked up at him as he rolled over onto the ground next to you, grasping your hand in his.

"I bought replacements angel..." He said, a smile playing on his face. "So now that we have two... we can take my old PC from storage and I can teach you how to play...?"

You looked at him. "But isn't gaming time your you time? I thought thats why you were so upset, since I had ruined something that was giving you detox time..."

He shook his head. "I had gotten into an argument with Hyunjin..." He said rubbing his thumb across your hand. "And I didn't manage my anger well towards you. I'm sorry, again."

He turned to face you while resting on his elbow.

"You're too good you know?" He murmured quietly, moving a few strands of hair out of your face.

"Lixxie...you're entire fandom call you sunshine..." You say, feeling your face heat up.

"Well that's because they don't know you well enough. But once they do they'll realize that you're the true sunshine in the Stray Kids world. Since you're my world..." He said leaning over again, resting his elbows on either side of you as he connected his lips to yours again; both sets upturned into a smile.

"I could never be mad you love...how would it even be possible?" He asked as he continued to press his lips against your face in a cute, but chaste manner. "It is impossible."

You giggled as he blew raspberries on you and you got up and looked at the boy you loved so much, knowing that you meant just as much to him as he did to you.

And you knew that you could rest assured that you would be okay no matter what.

"Do you want to play games...or cuddle?" Felix asked, pulling you up, already reaching for the blanket you kept draped over your desk chair; knowing your answer would be exactly what he was hoping it would be.

"Cuddles." You said clinging to him. Intending to do that for the rest of the night.

And Felix intended to make sure you kept true to that promise.

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SEUNGMIN|

The crowd was static with a murmured excitement. The result of hundred of Stays conversing just before the group walked on stage.

You made your way to the front of the arena. After selling the ticket you had intended to use to get back at Seungmin; you had made quite a bit of money from the upsale and the desire of some crazed stan.

And you put that money towards flying across the world, to come to this concert, and surprise him.

Hopefully easing the growing rumors but mostly easing his heart.

You called the Kids manager, asking to get you in closer to the front, and was praying that Seungmin would be able to spot you. Or a fan would spot you and it would spark the little "Where's Waldo" game that would get back to him - or more importantly the camera men.

You just wanted Seungmin to be assured you weren't leaving him.

Rather you hoped after tonight it would be the complete opposite.

As security pushed their way through the crowd with you encircled in them people tried to peak through to see you.

When a few curious eyes met yours you waved, and those eyes widened in the ones who recognized you.

It was almost like they were relieved.

And just with that you could tell how much the fandom cared about the boy.

Almost as much as you cared about them while knowing all of them on a personal friend level. And an even more intimate level with Seungmin.

The crowd buzzed with energy up until the moments to boys ran out on stage. You were close enough to see just how tired Seungmin was; but he still put on a smile.

There was almost know build up as they immediately started performing, Seungmin on the complete opposite side of the stage. The crowd was extremely loud- so yelling out to the closet member to you - Hyunjin - wasn't going to do you any good, even if he could easily recognize the voice of one of his closest friends' significant others; he wouldn't be able to hear it over the sea of others voices and screams.

So you decided to head back towards the dressing room.

Seungmin returned to his dressing room after the show, his heart racing with excitement after the show. But he still had that underlying hurt.

Should I call her? I miss her so much I'm imagining her perfume...

He stopped and turned his nose upwards. Y/N?

He rushed into his dressing room and saw you standing up, folding one of his shirts.

He immediately ran into your arms, burying his head into your hair, a wet spot forming on the crown of your head.

"Baby...are you really here?" He whispered, the vibration of his voice tickling you slightly.

You nod and pull back; feeling a bit proud to straight out apologize so instead get to what you came here for.

He looked at you as you squared your shoulders and adjusted your dress so it covered you properly as you knelt down onto the ground.

"Jagiya...?" He said instinctively kneeling down with you reaching for you, but instead you motioned for him to stay standing.

He looked at you with confusion, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck to his exposed collar bone, making you even more nervous than you were a second ago.

You pulled a small box out of the pocket in your dress and noticed Seungmin's puppy eyes widening as you held it out to him with a shaky hand.

"Marry me, MinMin?"

His jaw twitched and he just stared at you in shock and you fumbled to open up the box, a simple deep gray colored band laying in there.

"Um...I mean will you marry me? Please...?" You rubbed your forehead feeling your face get warm at Seungmin's extended silence.

"No." You felt your heart nearly crumple in embarrassment until he corrected himself.

"I mean yes- like no as is in you - like - yes I want to marry you but- just get up from the floor Jagiya..."

You stood up and you held the box in your hands, and they were still trembling, and he wrapped his large hands around yours.

"I meant no as a reaction to you proposing instead of me. I wanted propose to you. I mean...I'm the man in the relationship and-"

"I'm breaking societal norms, Minnie. If we both love each other why does it matter?" You ask bluntly, earning a laugh from Seungmin.

"And I'm proud of you for that, even if it'll earn me relentless teasing from the guys." He laughed out, a few tears falling from his face in happiness, as he rested his forehead onto yours.

"These past few weeks," Seungmin started, "Have made me realize that it's me who is clingy to you." He says, kissing your nose, lightly. "I felt that I lost myself when the prospect of losing you was in front of me."

You looked at him and knew this was his apology.

"I don't want to leave you. And I don't ever want you to leave me. That's why I got this for you." You said taking the ring out. Seungmin pulled back and stepped into character, placing a hand over his mouth in mock shock and daintily putting his hand out for you to slide the ring onto his finger.

He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face as he watched your face be completely painted in a blinding happiness. He couldn't help but kiss the lips that were stretched so wide.

"Do I have permission to break the news to Stay via instagram post?" He hums. "They've been suspecting we broke up due to your concert absences..." He looked at you, his eyes wide and bright.

"Yes of course, as long as you tell the guys in person. I want to see their reaction. I'm sure both Stay and the guys will be amused that I proposed." You winked.

"Yeah," Seungmin chuckled as he looked at the ring with a deep admiration and love. "They will be...speaking of this though. You must have paid an unecessary fortune for flying here, buying the ticket, hotel stay...and you request off work during concert season so you aren't getting paid. Where did you get the money? If it was from your saving let me fill it up again." His top lip curled in as he waited for your answer.

"Uh...you could say I made a profit of sorts..." You mumbled, thinking about the slightly illegal act of scalping the ticket price.

Your fiancé tilted his head to the side, waiting for an explanation, but the deciding to forgo it with a chuckle and just kiss the woman he loved and missed so much. The one he'd spend the rest of his life clinging to.

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JEONGIN|

You stood there the needle in your hand as Jeongin slowly walked towards you.

"Y/N? What are you...?"

You disposed the needle and adjusted your shorts to cover up your thigh.

"I was taking insulin." You said walking past him out of the bathroom, to go grab a paper towel since the towel in your bathroom was in the wash.

You felt the presence of your boyfriend behind you.

And you could instantly tell he felt bad, so you turned to him, his dark eyes wandering over you as his lips turned into his recognizable pout.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Innie..." You said standing there. "It wasn't right for me to ignore your calls. Or blow up your phone in the first pla-"

"Stop." His voice was firm and missing the playful undertone it almost always had. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was me."

He swallowed. "I was embarrassed because of the guys and their teasing. And I called you childish when it was really me who was being childish for caring so much about people recognizing how much we love each other. How much you love me..." He's within arms length and you can feel his cool breath hit your face. "How much I love you. I'm sorry."

For the rest of the day you and Jeongin lounged around your house, him taking a nap on you lap at one point due to the pent-up exhaustion of the previous week.

You had shake him awake gently when you realized it was time for you to inject youself once more since you had finished eating a while ago but pushed off medicating yourself so Jeongin could get some rest.

He opened his eyes and whined as he shut them again, burrowing further into you.

"Baby, I have to get up and take my medicine."

He immediately shot up and the expectant yet worried look on his faced caused you to grin.

"Do you wanna help?" His head bobbed up and down as you got up, pulling the mischievous eyed boy with you towards the bathroom.

As you got everything, he observed with a bubbling anxiety.

"You won't like...die from this or anything right?" His voice was soft, lacking the confidence it usually carried.

"No, Jeongin, I won't die from my diabetes." You laugh. "Do you think I would let it take me before I get married and have kids, and grandkids and live." You say this purposefully to hint to Jeongin that it was him you imagined this with. Hoping it solidified his assurance in your forgiveness; since he had been asking all day if he was truly forgiven.

As if its his fault I have diabetes... You laughed to yourself.

You placed the glucometer in his hand and held out the container of strips.

"Just place that in there." You instruct softly, and he does so showing it to you to double check.

"Okay, so now we have to put the lancet in...here..." You say, your boyfriend focusing on placing it in correctly.

He takes your hand in his and when he presses the button to prick you he winces rather than you.

"Are you okay?!" He frets, looking at the extremely miniscule - too miniscule - drop of blood on your ring finger.

"Mm. Squeeze a little more out?"

He gently squuezed enough blood out of your hand and tested you blood sugar - then measuring out the appropriate amount of insulin and pulling your shorts up slightly to give you your injection with gentle hands after cleaning the area.

You watched him focus on the task at hand so seriously; his brows furrowed, and tongue sticking out of his lip slightly. He was so close you could smell his shampoos and count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You felt a strange longing for him even though he was right here. You missed him even if his body was right here next to, gently making sure he didn't leave any marks.

And you couldn't deny how much you loved him. So much that you had to express it.

"I love you forever, Innie..." Through his lashes he studied your expression. Feeling the love exude from you.

"I love you, forever and even longer." He said, his face breaking out into a smile. "My beautiful princess."

You laugh and that causes Innie to laugh as well.

"You're too sweet, love." You said placing a kiss under his eye.

"Does that mean I need to get you another dose of insulin?" He asked, looking up at you with a devilish grin.

This time you place the kiss on his lips his eyelashes fluttering shut as he sighed with contenment.

"I think I can manage."

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[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you've really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He's...something else."

"Sounds like there's more to the story."

"Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're growing into an incredible fighter, and I'm proud of you for that." He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that."

"Sweet! But you're buying."

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it's almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren't responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn't have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn't think you would've just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed's eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn't know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, "Ed! What are you doing here?"

"You're late. We had plans, remember?"

"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and…" You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke's hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed's been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side." You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn't immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You've taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, addressing Ed again.

"Right…" 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go," you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to play at and frankly I don't care, but it ends now." 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I'm just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You're protective of them, and that's fine. But you need to trust that I'm not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain't something I give out easily. And right now, nothing's telling me you deserve even a lick of it."

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n's here because they want to get stronger. And I'm not going to stop coaching them because you're feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Now you're just spouting crap." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so." Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

"Ready!" You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed's hand. "Alright, I'll see you later, Coach!" You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

"Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork," he gave you a small wave. 

"Oh, and Ed," Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, "Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won't you?"

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain't no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you've been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn't mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it's time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, "You gotta problem wit' me or something?" 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake's been hanging out with."

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he's teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying 'whatever' and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you're still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

"Jamie, I'm being serious." You pushed the bottle back to him. 

"So am I."

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  "Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves."

When you tell him you're still upset with him about today, he'll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He's used to being isolated so the feeling isn't new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don't visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you'd tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It's not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you're still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n' all but I miss our nights together. And if it's that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. 'Kay?"

"I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it."

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours."

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It's got a kick to it, just like you."

You both would've retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of 'souvenirs' to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn't expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid's wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn't even a bad guy.

He's just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He's at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that's why he let it go on for so long.

He'll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn't mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch's off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

"I'm just thinking." He said, sipping his drink.

"About what?"

"You." His eyes met yours, "…and Rashid."

You blinked in surprise. "Rashid? What about him?"

"It's just…you've been spending so much time with him. I get that he's your new master and he's teaching you a lot, but it feels like there's no time for us anymore."

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don't owe me an apology. I know I'm being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. "I know. It's just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

"How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I'll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something's bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?"

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Deal."

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Undisclosed Desires - Part 21

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 639

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Your mom is leaving you alone.

You don't know it's because of an email. You think she's just disappearing, going off the radar like she sometimes does. You are not worried.

And if you're not worried, it's hard for me to worry about it. So I don't. Still, though, I'm in a bad mood and you can tell. You hate it.

“C'mon, Joe, don't be like this.”

Our Thanksgiving Christmas was not special. We ate rotisserie chicken and watched fucking Back to the future (you won't watch Hannah and her sisters, but you'll watch time travel bullshit) and you fell asleep at nine pm. I refuse to see it as our first Christmas together. Now you are leaving in two days and I don't fly out for another week, and even though I will be there with you, you won't know. I won't get to hold you or kiss you or fuck you. We might as well really be apart for a month. Does our song mean nothing to you, (Y/n)?

I have my back turned to you. I am doing dishes and we are not having an argument, okay? I'm just distracted.

“Joe…”

“Don't be like what?” I ask. Casual, but too late. You see right through it.

“I'll call you every day.”

“Okay.”

“We'll facetime on New Year's eve.”

“Yes.”

“I wish you could come with me.”

I turn to you, holding up my soapy hands, and I speak just a little too loudly when I say:

“So invite me.”

You look sad, and I feel bad. I don't want to fight with you but apparently my body wants something other than what my brain wants, because I'm acting hostile. The worst part is that you don't even blame me.

“You know I can't do that.”

“Why not? Because your grandparents said so?”

You don't answer. We've never had a fight before. I don't know what you're like when you're mad at me but I think it might be this: shutting down, the way you do when you don't know where you put your anger.

You surprise me, though. You don't shut down. You snap.

“Come with me, then, Joe.”

You don't mean it. I know you don't mean it. But I answer “fine” and you answer “fine” and I go back to doing dishes. I can't tell if we've resolved anything.

Then you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. I pause.

“Come with me, Joe.”

And oh, I think this time you do mean it.

“Are you sure?”

“Thanksgiving sucked,” you say. “That can't be our first Christmas.” You press your forehead against my back, between my shoulder blades. “My grandparents can think what they want. They'll see I'm serious about you when you're still here next year. And the year after that.”

You are serious about me and this is the only thing I've wanted. This is what makes our relationship perfect.

I pretend to be lost in thought.

“It might be kinda hard to get plane tickets at this point,” I say, even though I already have them. I'll just have to cancel my hotel and I probably can't get a full refund, but that's okay.

“I can pay for it.”

No, you can't. And we both know that.

I shake my head.

“I'll figure something out.”

I turn to you. You are smiling. You feel free and you want me to come with you, you really do. I just had to push you so you'd see it.

“You know my grandma doesn't speak English,” you tell me. “Neither do my aunts and uncles. My grandpa's the only one, other than my mom, but grandma said she won't be there. You're going to be like a fish out of water.”

I shrug. I grin. I can handle it.

[skzhua]

Can I request Minho and y/n having a really heated argument and she says something she doesn’t mean and he gets really emotional and y/n feels really bad and he leaves to go for a walk to think and when he comes back she makes it up to him 💕

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Pairing: Office worker!Lee Minho x Company Heiress!Reader

Genre: Aftermath of runaway from arranged marriage, angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,925

Warnings: Swearing and sad asf.

A/N: I was totally supposed to do my essay due for Monday but I gave up because Minho is on my mind 24/7.

You married for love. You had to remind yourself that, you married for love and not for business. So how come did you feel like your marriage was falling apart?

Lee Minho was his name. He started to work at your company only a few months after you became team supervisor as you were slowly going up in status to be prepared to become CEO. Your mother was one of the rare women to have built her own business without the need of a man and you admired her for that.

But back to Minho. He was attractive, there was no denying that. You caught on quickly that he was sleeping around with the other female workers. You didn't despise him per say, but you definitely held a dislike to him as an employee. But as you worked together more and more often, you discovered a broken man who wanted nothing more than to work his ass off to build himself up from the lower-class part of the city.

That was how you fell in love with him. Being in position of authority, you kept it secret for months with a few steamy sessions done in the corner of your office. And when your mother announced you that you'd be married to the almighty heir of the Seo company, you had no choice but to comply. It was good for your image and good for your numbers to rise.

But like any typical story about a business heiress falling in love with someone with a lower status, you ended up walking away from the altar to run back to Minho. All of your future that was planned out for you was gone and given to your younger brother instead. You got married with only your close friends who approved of your relationship as your guests and had been for almost five years. Since then, you lived happily a few miles away from the city and worked as an accountant. It was definitely a shift from your previous life but you managed. As for Minho, he worked in a law firm as a secretary. Nothing extravagant, just enough for you to pay the bills.

Or so you thought.

"Good evening, my love." Minho greeted your with a kiss as he stepped into your house. "How was your day?"

"I got more paperwork due but I think I can manage to finish it if I keep working extra tomorrow evening."

Minho paused from putting his things away. Loosening his tie, he approached you and grabbed you by the waist.

"Tomorrow is our anniversary, though."

"It's the 12th, no?" you asked, placing your arms around his neck.

"We got married on the 11th, honey." he chuckled and then placed a peck on your lips. "You could ask your boss to give the work to someone else, no?"

"You know I can't do that." you sighed. "We can celebrate it tonight or the day after instead."

He scoffed. "No, I don't think we can."

You cocked your head to the side. "Minho, please."

With a heavy sigh, he shook his head in exasperation. "I wanted it to be a surprise but I reserved at the best restaurant in the city and I even booked a night at the hotel for us to relax. With the spa included."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh indeed." he noted, pettiness in his voice.

You felt bad, so bad. But at the same time, you weren't going to leave out work for you to have a romantic getaway. You had bills to pay and you actually found it unreasonable for him to be paying something you knew you couldn't afford.

"I'm afraid you'll have to cancel."

His hands automatically left your body and he removed your arms from his neck. His jaw clenching, he headed to your kitchen and pulled out a bottle from your refrigerator. Not any bottle, the exact bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding ceremony.

"Min..." you exhaled. "Where did you get that?"

"I bought it last week, actually. My boss was kind enough to pay me double for a day only so I can get you this." he explained before placing it on the counter. "My point is that if I can compromise with my boss, you can do the same."

You shook your head. "Mrs. Moon is not like Mr. Bang. She doesn't sympathize like that, especially if it's about that aspect of our personal lives."

"Be reasonable, Y/N. We haven't gone out on a date in months and you work like a slave for that woman. All I'm asking for is a day off for us to spend quality time together."

It totally made sense what he was saying. However, you couldn't do that for him. Deadlines were approaching and you were afraid you'd get fired if you didn't meet your boss' expectations.

"I'm sorry."

He scoffed again and put the bottle back in the refrigerator, slaming the door shut. "I'm sorry for wanting to spoil my wife. I guess I have some calls to make tonight."

He left to the study room, not even wanting to look at you. All of these years, he worked his ass off to show you that running away with him was worth it. Every extra penny he made was saved for you. He had done so much for you and so little for himself.

"Minho."

He looked up from his phone. "What is it? I'm making calls to cancel because I can't even get one night with the one I love."

"Okay, now. Drop the attitude."

He chuckled sarcastically. "I'm so sorry for being disappointed, really. You truly have no idea how much I put into this relationship."

It was your turn to huff at his words. "I'm sorry but I'm the one making sacrifices for us. I gave up an entire life for us to be together. Maybe you should remind yourself that sometimes."

He walked closer to you, now hovering your small figure. "I'm well aware of what you did which is why I thought doing this would be worth celebrating our union. Turns out it doesn't mean that much to you as it does to me."

"I never said that. I appreciate it, I really do. But you know very well that we simply can't afford it."

"How come was I able to pay for it, then?"

"By cutting off on our groceries. Don't think I didn't notice you stopped spending for your lunches."

At that point, the both of you were fuming and Minho was hovering you more and more as to seem like the bigger person. "And then you say I don't do enough for us, sure."

"We can't keep living like this. I love you, I swear, but working is more important right now. We need money."

"We have it."

"We would have had it if we didn't leave everything behind five years ago."

You saw him gulp. "Are you saying you would have prefered staying in that toxic environment?"

"Maybe. Marrying Seo Changbin wouldn't have turned out like this, that's for sure."

Another gulp made his Adam's apple bop. This time, he didn't have anything else to add. You had crossed the line and it hurt. You couldn't believe that you let yourself say those words. This was the exact thing Minho was afraid of and here you were, making his nightmare a reality.

"If that's what you want."

He stormed out of the room and went to the kitchen. You followed him and watched as he grabbed his keys and his blazer he had previously gotten rid of minutes ago before it all went downhill.

"I'll be at Jisung's."

"Minho, I'm so sorry."

"Whatever. You said it, the harm is done."

Before you could say more, he was already out the door. Dropping on one of the dining room's chairs, you let the tears flood out of your eyes. You cried and you kept on crying, you didn't know for how long. When you started to come back to reality, you forced yourself to make a quick meal since you had not eaten for the entire day. You really did force yourself as the hunger was close to nonexistent.

You tried to work a bit, but with it being the cause of your argument, it only made you feel worse. You didn't even know why you told him that as you never regretted leaving the business to be with him. If anything, this was the best decision you had ever made.

After hours of trying to forget about what happened, you checked the time to see it was a little past midnight. This was a good 5th anniversary for sure... Helpless, you took out your phone and dialed the first number that came to your mind.

"Y/N?"

"Hey." you said, your voice still shaky.

"Are you okay? What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same." you chuckled but your tone remained the same. "Am I bothering?"

"Of course not. What is it?"

"I..." a sob took over and interrupted you.

For the nth time that night, you were crying. Jeongin was lowkey panicking from the other side of the line. He, himself, still had work to do but he wasn't going to leave his big sister in her sadness. He was one of the few people to keep contact with you despite your mother having cut ties with you. He offered to help you financially many times but having grown up with the independence your mother taught you, you refused each time.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, I know you have a lot to do." you sniffed. "I just need to rant I guess."

"I'm listening."

You told him everything: from the start of your financial arguments to your indecent comment. Jeongin said nothing and let you talk for what seemed to be hours. At some point, you heard him closing a door and you felt bad he had to leave the office without having finished his work.

"I'm so sorry for bothering."

He sighed. "I told you, you're not bothering. And if there is anyone you need to apologize to right now is your husband."

"If he still considers me his wife." you scoffed. "You have to admit, though. Spending so much just for one night is crazy."

"He loves you, Y/N. Of course he wanted to treat you a night for yourselves."

"But we can't afford it." you repeated.

"Are you going to understand he doesn't care? He'd be the poorest man on Earth and he'd still buy you flowers when he could."

You bit your lips in shame. Jeongin was right, you were the one being unfair here. Minho had told you on many occasions that you could get a better job with your reputation but you told him you didn't want a job for being known and for your skills instead. But you were more worth than this stupid accounting office job. And even your brother offered you side contracts that paid well, but being the stubborn woman you were, you declined. Looking back, you realized you were the problem.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

You sighed. "Even if I do understand now, he won't take me back for saying that. I hurt him so much, Innie."

"You'll manage, Y/N. You always do."

The conversation ended with these words as he needed to go to sleep. As for you, you were more awake than ever. Going back to the study room, you noticed Minho's agenda was still opened. Luckily, he had noted down the place and time he reserved for the two of you. Not even worrying about the fact it was 2 in the morning, you called Minho's boss to ask for a week off after briefly explaining your situation, Mr. Bang was more than happy to help and he crossed off Minho's name on the schedule for the rest of the week. You then wasted no time to call the hotel to book the room for extra nights, making sure that breakfasts and others were included. The last thing you had left to do was to quit your horrible job. You were more willing to accept your brother's contracts than to come back to see Mrs. Moon's face again.

As morning arrived, you hurried to pack your things in a luggage and make yourself look nice although you hadn't had one minute of sleep. To your surprise, you received a text from Minho. It was very brief and distant as he only informed you that he'd come around 7 to get his things to move temporarily to Jisung's.

Seven o'clock was nearing and you were nervous. You wanted everything to turn out perfectly and you certainly hoped he wouldn't walk away again. You needed him, more than anything.

Seeing the car pull into your parking lot, you instantly got up from your seat and grabbed your bags. You looked as if you were ready to leave for a while, which was the case.

Minho unlocked the door and stepped inside the house, not expecting to see you. But when he did, his eyes immediately got darker. Then, he studied you for a little longer and saw you holding firmly onto your luggage.

"You're leaving?"

You kind of wanted to mess with him for a bit but with your literal marriage being at stake, you didn't and shook your head instead.

"We are leaving."

He didn't look any better than you. His eyes had bags under them and his disheveled hair was a sign he didn't even shower. He still had the same buttoned shirt he usually wore at work but it was much wrinkled.

"What are you saying now?" he sighed.

"You are right, I'm not being reasonable. I blamed all of my problems on you because I was so used to succeeding by myself. I didn't realize that you booked a night for us because you care much more about our relationship than I do."

He exhaled loudly. "At least you're admitting it, good. You're leaving me now?"

You shook your head vigorously. "I could never leave you, Minho. I'm terribly sorry for what I've said because I didn't mean one bit of it. I love this life with you, I am just too much of a stubborn to enjoy it like I should."

He frowned from your words and uncrossed his arms, a sign that he was more relaxed. "What do you mean like you should?"

"I resigned from my job."

His eyes widened. "No, Y/N. I never wanted you to quit for me... again. I was only mad for having to cancel everything, that's all."

He walked up to you, now holding your face so carefully, almost like he was scared you would break in his grasp. This made you feel so much better, it was a sign he still cared.

"I'm not doing this for you, it's for me. You were right, I'm not happy there."

You didn't realize tears came out of your eyes once more until he started to rub your cheeks. "So what is this we are leaving thing about?"

"I booked the hotel room for the week."

His grip on your face tightened slightly. "I'll have to be the one to tell you I can't now."

"I called your boss, he's fine with it."

"You're actually so fucking stupid." he huffed.

You saw a small smile forming on his lips. Still brushing off your tears, he leaned closer slowly. Until he kissed you. Not sure if you were still on bad terms or not, he did pull away quickly.

"You do realize we really are broke now?"

You laughed. "Not exactly. I'll take Jeongin's contract and – or – get an actual good job."

"Damn you and your stubborn ass." he shot at you with a grin. "You're finally making logical choices."

"I'm sorry it took us fighting for me to snap back to reality."

More tears falling, more of him brushing them away. "We're okay now."

"I really thought you hated me now."

You suddenly broke into more sobs again. The lack of sleep was definitely apparent. Minho held you closely, stroking your head as he shushed you calmly and peppered your forehead with kisses.

"I could never hate you. You get on my nerves sometimes, but it'll never be hatred."

You looked up at him. "You still love me?"

He chuckled. "Of course I still love you. An argument isn't going to end everything we build for the past five years."

You cried some more, of happiness this time. Minho laughed at how sensitive you were but didn't let go of you. He kissed you again, wiped your tears off for you again... He wanted nothing more but to protect you at that moment. You were rarely this vulnerable in front of him and he was simply honoured you trusted him enough to let yourself loose.

"Happy 5th year, my love." he whispered into your ear.

"I love you so much." you said, hugging him tighter.

"I love you more." He pulled away and grabbed both sides of your head. "How about I go pack and we enjoy our week together?"

"I'd like that."

He excitedly ran to your shared room and you let out a chuckle as you watched him. Your life was far from being perfect, but what you had with him was. You weren't going to take it for granted, not when he still loved you albeit your stubborness.

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RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Platonic Dynamic

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Platonic Dynamic

Platonic Dynamic: Henry and Pez

Author's Note: Henry and Pez have such an interesting friendship in the book, and I'm so sad we didn't get to see more of it in the movie. (Mayhaps something to elaborate on in the sequel?) I wanted to write this little moment because I believe that Pez was a major support for Henry when grappling with the aftermath of Arthur's death. Shoutout to Pez, you are a real one, darling! This bit is quite angsty, so maybe have a hanky handy?

Pez Okonjo considered himself to be a fairly emotionally intelligent person for his age. His parents raised him to always extend grace and understanding to people because he could never know what they might be going through. But, as he stood outside his dorm room, listening to his best friend struggle not to break down over the phone, he couldn't muster a single mite of grace or understanding for one Catherine Fox Mountchristen-Windsor.

"A-are you sure she isn't available?" Henry was saying. "I-It's just...things are really hard for me right now, and I wanted to-"

Henry's voice fell silent, no doubt listening to the laundry list of excuses and platitudes Catherine's equerries had on hand ever since Arthur's death. Pez tried to be understanding. Really, he did. He had no idea what it must be like to lose the love of one's life. But, in the past few months, especially after the nightclub incident with Bea, Pez had a front-row seat to what it was like to lose a parent.

Or two, Pez thought bitterly.

He listened to Henry mumble something. I swear to God Almighty, if he is fucking apologizing, Pez fumed silently. But anger wasn't what Henry needed at that moment. So, after a minute or two, he knocked on the door cheerfully and breezed in, saying, "So, I know you wanted falafel tonight, but our favorite stand closed early. I got us Indian instead. There's a few different options for you to choose from, plus leftovers for tomorrow!"

Pez pretended not to notice his friend's redden, glassy eyes or the quick swipes he made over his cheeks. Ever since Arthur, it was a delicate tightrope act of knowing when to push and when to let things be. Tonight was the latter.

Henry looked at the bulging bag of food Pez set down on the end of his bed and asked, "Wh-what happened with Cassandra? I thought you two had a date tonight."

Pez sighed, shucking off his jacket. "Can you believe she had the nerve, the gall, nay! The temerity to cancel on me? She said she had food poisoning or some such tosh, but then tell me why I saw her out with her girlfriends at the pub? Women, beautiful, beguiling creatures, though they may be, can be so fickle."

Henry managed a laugh, a small victory in Pez's eyes. "Oh crumbs, Pez. You haven't had much luck lately. That's what? The sixth cancellation in so many weeks?"

"Yes, you needn't rub in it, Haz!"

Of course, it was a lie. In truth, Pez did the canceling, as he had with most of the others who asked him out recently. The ladies were disappointed (because how could they not be?) but understood when Pez explained why. Part of him figured Henry knew the stories were a scam. But Pez couldn't fathom the idea of partying when his best mate was alone with his dark thoughts.

Pez sat down next to Henry, who asked, "Would you like to watch more Doctor Who?"

"Yes, please!" Pez said, digging into the bag and arranging the takeaway containers like a mini-buffet. "I believe we left off right before Ms. Donna Noble was set to make her debut?"

Henry nodded, his spirits lifting. "She's absolutely brilliant, I'm certain you'll love her. I love the dynamic she has with Ten. Oy, Space Man!"

Pez laughed and took a bite of a samosa while Henry queued up the episode on his laptop. As the opening credits played, Henry laid his head on Pez's shoulder.

"Thank you."

Pez rested his cheeks on limp, blonde hair. "You're welcome, Haz."

A/N— Sorry, not sorry, but if the fandom is going to rake Ellen over the coals for her shortcomings with Alex, there needs to be a lot more discussion about Catherine. True, she lost her husband, but Phillip, Bea, and Henry lost their father. She should have been there for them. Comment below with your thoughts! I promise the next ficlet will be decidedly less angsty.

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professional help, c24. Christmas.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: La sera dei miracoli, Lucio Dalla.

abstract: It's Christmas. it's Alba, I'm better now. I know you weren't expecting all that sweetness last chapter hu? brace yourselves, this one is even worse (literally nothing happens). anyway, I'm a fucking chef.

It was December 24th. She spent all day cooking and cleaning. It was surreal, she had come to life again to be the perfect housewife. She woke up at seven, took Jinx out, who was very happy to see her run with him and play fetch in the park. She cleaned her apartment, she did the laundry, swept the floors. She turned on the humidifier, put in lavender essential oil inside (yes, she really liked lavender). She proceeded to start cooking after lunch, she did dessert first. She made a simple chocolate cake that didn't require an extensive preparation and didn't need to rest. It was meant to have a fragrant external crust and be softer inside. She put on some music, she was singing along, she had her whole fridge restocked with fresh ingredients for Christmas dinner. She was a whole different person. It was probably too much food for two people. Two people as in her and Simon. He did, unbelievable I know, agree to Christmas dinner at her house in the end. 'Sure, okay', he had said, probably too embarrassed to say no in that moment. He had nowhere to go anyways… She asked him if he was allergic to anything, she was gonna make sure to add it to her shopping list. He said strawberries. She told him to bring wine, white wine. Goes with fish, cause yes, she was gonna cook fish. In Italy they don't eat meat the day before Christmas, a religious deal. She was going to have a fish based menu, it sounded fancy and she wanted to impress him. It was the first time she had ever had anyone over at her apartment. Salvo didn't count cause he was practically her brother and they usually had instant ramen together. She wanted to make a good impression, she hosted quite a few big dinners when she was in uni, hundreds with Salvo, and when she visited his family in San Francisco she always helped setting the table all pretty and cooking with his mom. She prepped two large cod fillets by marinating them with a few herbs and lemon. She checked on the cake, trying not to have Jinx jump inside the oven to eat it. She was almost anxious to have Simon over, not because of the fact he was who he was, but mainly for the cooking, and the menu and her apartment which was small and not too great…

He showed up exactly at eight, the time they had agreed upon. He had a bottle of wine in one hand, a box of chocolates in the other. Cause what the fuck are you supposed to bring for a Christmas dinner? Let alone, Christmas dinner at her house, them two together. He couldn't show up empty handed… Or maybe he could, he wasn't sure, he wasn't used to this. He debated on cancelling on her, he thought about it all week. He didn't have her phone number and he didn't want to ask Price, it would have sounded suspicious. He had to stop showing up at her workplace, so that was a no. Showing up at her house just to tell her that he wasn't going to that stupid Christmas dinner was gonna be even weirder. She had asked him in the worst timing possible, she had been crying and nearly got killed, he didn't feel like upsetting her further. And he had to come up with an excuse as well, one that wasn't that he hated Christmas for reasons he couldn't tell her. Last time he celebrated was so long ago he didn't even remember, he usually spent it at base, or drinking alone until he fell asleep. He sometimes went back to Manchester, though he stopped for a while. It was a time of sadness, a time of sorrow and deep anger. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to eat, he wanted to be alone in his grief. He got the stupid chocolates cause he wanted to be polite, and he used to bring chocolates to his nephew back in the day when he went to see him… The only thing that kept him from cancelling was the fact that she was alone as well, for Christmas. He felt like he could endure an awkward dinner, so she wouldn't be alone. He felt out of place, he walked away from base like he was sneaking out. And he kinda hated himself for it, he was sure many men would have been be thrilled to be invited to dinner by someone like Alba. He didn't look the part. He wasn't made for that, and he wasn't going to change.

When she opened the door he knew he was doomed. The house smelled heavenly, there was music playing, the lamps were giving the living room a fait and tender orange aura. She was standing there, smiling. She had her hair up tied with a hair clip, she was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats. She was dressed to spend a night in, but still looked extremely put together. She looked gorgeous, that is. At her feet, Jinx was trying to get out the door and whining for attention. She said hi and let him step in. She was thanking him for the wine and telling him to put the jacket on the sofa. When he noticed the table he understood how much of a mistake going there was. She was fucking too much, she was unbelievable. What the actual fuck did I get myself into…

There were two tablecloths on the kitchen isle, a cotton one and a paper one, the ones you can throw away after use. She had drawn on the white paper with a black sharpie. She had drawn two plate shapes, two round shapes where the wine glasses stood and wrote 'Simon' on the side. He stood petrified looking at his name in that beautiful cursive handwriting, the letters majestically floating just above the plate shape. 'Alba' was written in the same handwriting on the other side of the isle. Simon and Alba. He didn't belong there… 'I saw it on Instagram', she said, circling him and getting to the fridge. 'The drawings', she added once she noticed he was still standing in the middle of the living room. He managed to swallow the lump in his throat and put down the wine and chocolate. 'Oh, thanks, these look nice.' She took the box and inspected the flavours list. She would tell him later that dessert was covered… She gave him a bottle opener while she got the appetisers from the fridge. 'So this is hummus I made, and this is a ricotta cheese spread with basil and honey', she set two plates on the counter in front of him. She had two types of tortilla chips in a little bowl, and in another plate, cucumber and carrots to dip in the whatever she had made. She set everything in front of him and finally stopped to properly look at him for a second. He looked incredibly lost. He looked small, he clearly was out of his comfort zone. He looked out of place, behind him was her small home library and her paintings on the wall, he looked like a fish out of water. She let her sight linger on the features that weren't covered by the black mask. His messy hair, his forehead, his cheekbones. His nose looked more crooked than usual, his eyes a mixture of frightened and surprised. For a second she thought the drawing was too much, or maybe the food was too fancy for him. She quickly changed her mind, the hummus was fucking amazing and homemade, what more did he want uh? Plus, she had pasta and fish to serve, it's not like he would starve…

'Sit down.' It was an order, but her voice was too soft to sound intimidating. Jinx had immediately started bothering him, trying to get him to give him some food. 'You can take off your mask, I'll turn around.' He looked at her turn to the stove, getting a pan and removing something from it, then he heard the sizzling of onion or garlic or something like that? She was moving like a professional, chopping stuff and stirring what looked like spaghetti… He didn't know how to feel, it was like he stepped into another reality. The smell of fish and rosemary, the faint music, her. She had turned around so he could eat. It was considerate of her, no? He tried the hummus, which was very nice and spicy. The other dip was fresh and aromatic, a good balance of sweet and sour, he was impressed. 'You're not gonna eat?' She didn't turn around. 'Yeah later, this is just appetisers.' He nodded even though she couldn't see him. She took the lead of the conversation. 'What wine did you get?' He quickly grabbed the bottle and started opening it, so he could keep himself busy. 'Hum… chardonnay?' he said. 'Good choice.' He wanted to tell her it was probably a cheap bottle. He realised he should have gotten a better one. He should have gotten more chocolates and maybe something else, he wasn't at her level. She strained the pasta. He asked her if Jinx could have a chip, she said only a small piece. 'Can I turn around?'

Now, he really didn't expect she would ask. He didn't really eat around people, when he drank in public settings like a pub, he kept his mask on his nose or made sure to have it on most of the time. She already saw half of his face when they ate that burger together. He thought about it for what felt like hours, deep down he wanted to be normal, he wanted to feel at ease and just relax for a second, she had even asked him permission... He put his mask back on and told her to turn around. When she did, she placed a pan on the table. 'Calabrese', she said. 'It's from a region in the south of Italy, I had a roommate that was from there.' She served him a good portion of spaghetti, topping them with the sauce that was at the bottom of the pan. 'Melted anchovies, chilli pepper, tomatoes…', she grabbed a small bowl, '…toasted breadcrumbs and basil, which are optional but recommended.' She raised her eyes to look at him, in sitting quietly on the small stool with is shoulders curved foreword. 'I can go eat on the sofa if you want, it's not a problem.' She wanted him to trust her really bad. The fact that he had that fame of unbreakable soldier with a hard past intrigued her, she wanted to know him and she felt like she had the power to do so. She was polite, she was respectful of his boundaries, she was understanding and would not push him. She wanted him to feel alright in her presence.

He felt that from the way she was talking to him. He felt dizzy and uncomfortable, she was putting him in a position of complete control over the situation, she was giving him a choice and offering to keep his face concealed, his identity protected. Protected from what, he wasn't at war, fucking hell. He was with the girl he had thought about at night, truth be told. He was with Alba who he had talked to before, in situations in which he went to see her because he craved her presence. He was with her right that second. She had cooked all that just for him, she let him into her house, him specifically and only him, her fucking dog was licking his shoe right that second.

'No you can stay', he slowly peeled off his mask and put it aside.

'There's your name written on the table.'

notes: nice… pasta recipe soon?? also December 24 and it's chapter 24, guys I'm a witch.

notes: i hope you liked the' first hug' moment in the last chapter and this kinda first moment alone together. a reminder, these two have a enemies to colleagues to major enemies to lovers kinda trope sooooo... I don't know, we'll see what happens I guess, I have a few more chapters written down and then it's season two. we'll just have to wait and see eheheheh. love y'all.

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[kathjack]

Now, watching Mammon's magnificent blah blah to lazy i'm sorry

This is going to be a looooooong post

(Containing laughter everytime the name Mammon appears on screen because in Mexico and without one m it's a word to say call someone an egocentric ot an asshole or both)

"Women aren't funny" WOW MAN I KNOW IS HELL BUT HOW ARE YOU NOT CANCELLED¿

"He can eat my ass, in a bad way"

Blitz your fucking disgusting

HE SAID IT, OZZIE CALLED BLITZ BLITZ AND NOT BLITZO, YES, YEEESSSSSS

I know and I know and I know Ozzie is right and Mammon is definilty abusing Fizz and he's an asshole and Ozzie is trying to help but I really really don't like how he words things because out of context it sounds really bad but again I know Mammon is a bitch

Me: "Oh wow Ozzie hired Blitz and other guard, the guard looks like him, probably someone strong because Blitz is mainly there to convince Fizz, right?" "Wait THAT'S OZZIE?? HOW IS HE- HOW IS HE SO THIN-"

Ozzie Ily but srsly you need to learn to communicate with your partner

I really hate how it looks like the upper arms are coming out of Mammon's chest I really hate that

STOP GRABBING HIM LIKE HE'S A TOY NOOOO

BLITZ ILY YOU TOO BUT RULE #1 OF SEEING YOUR FRIEND CLEARLY BEING MENTALLY ABUSED BY SOMEONE WHO HAS POWER OVER THEM: GAIN THAT PERSON TRUST FIRST HAND SO YOU CAN WORK BETTER INTO GETTING YOUR FRIEND AWAY FROM THEM WITHOUT RISKING YOUR FRIENDS SAFETY

"He thinks he's funny" "Offended"

FIZZ NO

Ooooh who are these two, oooooh no I don't like their designs

I'm dying, Blitz insulting the blue twins and Fizz possing like trying to replicate Blitz sass but not really

Blitz NO you're making it worse help you're giving him more pressure

Ooooooh I like this "song" I like it a lot

NO THE GIRL WITH $ TITS FELL NOOOOHOO 😭

Istg if the creep from the beginning comes back i'm going to chew my shoes

WAIT ARE THE HORNS LIKE THEIR EARS?? THEY HEAR TROUGH THAT?? OMG THE KID IS SO CUTE THIS SCENE IS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY???

FIZZ KNOWS SIGN LANGUAGE I'M CRYING AND I'M NOT KIDDING THERE'S TEARS ON MY FACE

(Takes a break to chill the fuck out)

Aight

FUCK HE DID CAME BACK, BLITZ, SHOT 'EM Okay help he's a discord mod isn't he Pixar villain complex

I'm sad because I know Fizz really greatly appreciates what Blitz did but will probably not be able to say anything

Yeah, called it, fuck you Mamon I'm going to call him Mamon now idc he deserves it

HE SAID IT! "Good enough for WHAT?"

Oh you're cool I like you a lot

GOOD SONG BUT I STILL HATE YOU TWO

Oh God no the makeup it's going to be really bad right? This is going to be really bad

HE CAN'T FIT NOHOOOOO

Okay I can't even like HE THINKS OZZIE IS WITH HIM BECAUSE HE BECAME FAMOUS FOR MAMMON AND I'M FUCKING CRYING

HE TOOK OFF HIS HAT HE THINKS OZZIE ONLY LIKES HIM AT HIS BEST I CANNOT BE FUCKING KINING THIS JESTER THIS MUCH THIS IS UNFAIR

Okay Ozzie again ILY BUT THE WAY HE MOVES LMAO SDGHABNM, NO NVM, I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE

ANOTHER ONE?? IT REALLY IS A MUSICAL HUH Should've seen it coming

Whatever is Ozzie and Fizz is going to be my favorite song of the episode

"You're messy but i'm messy too" MDHFDDGSH

They kiss, i'm losing it

B L I T Z

Hey who the fuck put me into Helluva Boss

ANOTHER SONG, AND IF IT'S ABOUT WHAT I THINK IT'S GONNA BE I WILL BE SOOOO HAPPY

I would comment on what Mammon said but I need to make the image or else it won't work

"It's about you" "w h a t"

HE CALLED MAMON A CUCK, YOU GO FIZZ DO WHAT MANY OF US COULDN'T DO

Mamon clapping at the performance even tho he knows it's about him is like the same AND opposite vibe of Bruno vibing to his family talking shit about him and Idk how to describe it

Okay but everyone thought it was like a random song he thought it was catchy and when he said Mamon's name everyone just started to process the lyrics He called him out of his abuse and everyone will realize how much he sucks now, at least a lot of them will

THE KIDDDDDDDD

God I was so worried that they were going to do THAT gag, i'm glad it was just Mamon becoming a weird spider

Damn Ozzie that's hot (Pun intended)

THEY ADDMITTED IT, THEY'RE FREE, THEY'RE GDSHADBHAKJLCNDVJAKL I'm those fans screaming in the background that's me, that's us all

"You're going to regret revealing that Ozz" Oh shit these three WILL come back won't they?

[mctna2019]

I'm so sorry

I'm here again with another sad fic from mctna.again I don't have any idea that where are this thought come from but I think what if the end were changing?

Hwi gripes his own sword tightly without looking behind him, leaves the great hall where Bang-won's standing.Hwi walks into the corridor. Chi-do follows him looking worried.

+are you sure you're going to do it?

Hwi nodded without pausing once.Chi-do grasps his arm to stop him for a moment.Hwi doesn't look at him and fixed his eyes on his sword.

-Hyung, I thought about it all night and there was no compulsion in it, so don't stop me. I know how much I'll regret it, but I won't do it for myself.

Chi-do's hand fell without a word.from the top of the stairs, Hwi sees the man who's to be executed.he's kneeling on a wicker mat with his hands tied and his back to Hwi.after the Namjeon and the rest of Bang Won's opponents death, there were someones who needed to be punished , and he was the only one who asked for the execution himself.Hwi doesn't know what conversation was between Bang-won and him last night that could convinced Bang-won to order his execution ,while Hwi tried his best to dissuade Bang-won but he couldn't.Bang-won had ordered the execution to be done in the palace and away from the public.when Hwi couldn’t cancel the order,he volunteered to carry out the execution.Hwi wouldn't do this for Bang-won and he'll immediately leave there forever after it'll over.he slowly walks down the stairs and realizes that Chi-do isn't following him anymore. the gate is close to prevent people from watching, and Hwi see Hui-jae's crying face. he stands facing the condemned man.also, Bang-won had ordered to give him clean silk clothes, but he refused .he looks at his calm face for a few moments.when he meets his sad and pain-filled eyes, he feels the tears slide down his cheek.a cool breeze is blowing and his long silky hair moves in the air like a light-winged bird. when he looks at Hwi, something other than poison burns his chest. Hwi looks at the soldiers that surrounded them. there's no turning back, he draws the sword from its scabbard. Hwi knew how and where to bring the sword down for the least pain and easiest death. for a few moments, Hwi feels guilty about what Yeon thought of what Hwi's doing and apologized to her in his heart.he tries to not thinking about his past.the convict fixes his eyes on the sky and waits. just one quick movement and then blood flows under Hwi’s feet. Hwi lets go of the bloody sword as his hands trembles. he immediately kneels down and hugs his half-life body. he stopped himself before his hand reached his wounded and bloody neck to stop the bleeding, it's selfishness. the young man doesn't look sad. although his face is pale from blood loss and he's trembling in Hwi’s arms, he doesn't seem upset or worried.he smiles up at the sky as he stopped himself from crying.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Hwi repeated over and over as tears fell and his chest felt heavy. Seon-ho smiles slightly and says "thank you" before closing his eyes forever.

P.S: I always choose the most comfortable way for Seon-ho because this poor boy deserved more peace of mind.I really didn't want a happy ending for him because I knew it wasn't possible but I just wanted to ease his pain even though I did something cruel to Hwi .you'll understand what it is, but I think it could have happened.

[xia0mi-c0m]

If I Show You My Fangs, Will You tell me That They're Cool?

(Was posted on wattpad, I'm the creator of the oneshot)

Pairings: Angry Munci X Reader

Type: Fluff, Slightly Angsty?? (Kinda, He Just Wants Love.)Reader's Gender: Gender Netural What Reader Is Called (Like Y/N, [NAME], Etc.): Y/N

Also, BOO! Can Be Cringy But I Don't Know. He's Only Thing He Could Really Say Is: "No", "Yes", and tiny words like that, but full sentences? No, He's Mostly Nonverbal Though.Summary: Your Getting Chased By Munci, But Plot Twist: He's Just A Silly Goofy Dude Who Just Wants Someone To Love Him. (YUMMY PROJECTING)

CUDDLING!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Third Person POV. (I been getting tired and less motivated by second and first person writing)

Y/N Was Running Across The Hotel Hallways And Jumping Off The Only Escape And Going in The Elevator Going On Different Levels, Despite knowing Munci is much more faster. Y/N Ran To A Door, opened it before closing the door as quick as they could, they backed away from the door breathing heavily, but that slight relief was then broken down as Munci Went Right Threw The Door, you were just ready to die at this point, accepting your fate, but it didn't happen.The black creature walked in front of them, he looked... Concerned?I don't know but it looked like it.They Looked up at him, confused, they stood up, and just stared."Why aren't you killing me?" He just stood there, tilting his head in confusion, he was scared if he did something that made them think he would hurt them.The creature only wanted one thing, Love.They poked him.The Creature was confused on why they did that.Was he... frightening??..He didn't want to hurt anyone, he backed away, scared if they would hurt him. They were both scared of each other."So you don't really talk, huh?" Y/N said as they step a little closer"No." He saidThey nodded "Frightening?" He said tilting his head "Huh? Like if your Frightening to me?" They AskedHe nodded"Kinda" they saidHe looked down at the ground, sad that he seems Frightening and scary.Love. Thats ALL he wanted.They looked at the ground, feeling guilty about saying he was Frightening, he seemed like a good cool dude, well, creature, but that's besides the point, he was probably really kind but it was him being kinda scary looking that canceled it all out that freaked them out."I'm sorry.." They said as They stepped more closer to him and hesitantly hugging him.He didn't know what to do with their embrace so he just, hugged them back the best he could, they felt warm and their hug was so comfortable and welcoming. The hug was shortly broke when Y/N took their arms off him, he let go too, "You Okay?" Y/N askedHe nodded."Good, Um, Sorry again" they said as they got on the bed that was close to themHe nodded, seemingly to accept the apology.They still looked guilty, Munci could see that clearly, he felt bad for making them seem like that.He got in the bed with them, Y/N Was confused of what he was doing, Munci Hugged Them, putting his arms around their waist like what they did in the first hug earlier, putting his head on their chest, they just froze for a second, but they put their arms around his neck."Sorry.." he mumbled "It's okay" Y/N saidHis hair looked fluffy, so they put their hands in his hair, it was soft.Munci didn't expect them to do that, but it felt nice to feel this, he actually felt loved.He felt loved?.. by a stranger?...He didn't want to believe it.It felt unreal.He was exhausted, from their heartbeat, their hands in his hair, and the comfort, he drifted off to sleep.Y/N's eyes began to feel sleepy too, before they drifted off, they kissed Munci's head, then fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[a-crash-in-time-collection]

Chapter 43: Thoughts In The Sky

It was a little rainy that day. The type that you would barely notice aside from the occasional drop landing on the tip of your nose. It creates a peaceful feeling in the air. It's notably different from your normal, sunny, or cloudy days, yet it isn't a pouring mess that makes you cancel your plans. It would only be an issue if you were spending the day traveling for supplies. This happened to be the case for the group of toppats as they slowly approached the top of the mountain.

They all made this trip at least once before, so it wasn't that much of a change from what you would have expected. It shouldn't even be something to note. Just make sure anything that could be affected by the rain was wrapped up safely. And even then, that could be seen as an overreaction considering how little the rain was. Sven was already prepared for that though, he tended to be. That would be nice as long as no one else commented about it. At least this was the only trip they would need to take for almost the entirety of the next month if his calculations were correct.

As the lift they were on made contact with the mountainside, they all began to head out onto the Skyline ground. They didn't know how they missed this system of transportation in the beginning for so long, but that was beside the point now. Fredrick and Jaques got the boxes they brought out with them as Sven went to find the first place they needed to get to. Calla helped Burt out of the lift. She gave a smile as she glanced out over the distance. It was nice up here…

She and the others sat down nearby to properly rest from the trip from the crashed station to here. They had a chance in the lift, technically, but you didn't want to risk falling to your death with one wrong move because you weren't paying attention. Normally Right Hand Man would be there in case someone fell, but he had.. more important things to take care of that day. A frown came across Calla's face as she thought of that. She still didn't know exactly what happened to Hat Girl, but…

She felt a hand on her shoulder, glancing behind to see Burt looking at her with a hint of concern in his eyes. He pulled back his hand. "Are you alright?" He asked, tilting his head. "It isn't like you to be so…" He gave a faint shrug. "Sad," He said for the lack of a better word.

"I'm fine… It's just." She let out a small sigh as she rested her hands in her lap, drawing the other two's attention to her. She thought about whether she should continue speaking for a moment. Did her thoughts need to be said aloud when they were so obvious? "It's Hattie. Thinking about her.."

"It isn't fair what happened to her," Jaques said with a sigh, glancing to the side as he leaned back. The other four looked at him silently. Noticed the faint shake in his hands. They didn't comment on it, they knew better too. Even if he was one of them in terms of rank now, he was a leader of the clan. “I…don't want to get into it but. It's so easy to tell whatever those, jewel store felines did, it isn't gonna be gone for a long while."

"I just wish I knew what happened. It isn't mine, nor anyone else's place to know but.." Fredrick sighed as he leaned against Burt, the other man holding his hand. "I just.. she's so young. Whatever happened messed her up mentally and it just isn't right!"

Burt was quiet as he nodded. Fredrick had glanced at him when he said that, and both knew why he had. "I don't think we should be talking about this, at least this often," Burt said, looking at the group. Calla tilted her head, but Jaques gave a faint nod. "Everyone's been talking about it behind her and her family's backs," Burt said as he gently helped Fredrick straighten up. "They need the time and proper headspace to heal. You don't think they hear us? Do you think our words help?"

The group was silent for a moment as the rest thought about his words. "He does have a point. Doesn't apply much here since they aren't around, but he does have one." Jaques stated.

The conversation was interrupted by heavy footsteps against the ground. They all quickly shot to their feet and backed up toward one of the buildings as they watched the scene. One of the lazy paw cats jumped into view, dragging along a necklace whose centerpiece was as big as their head. One of the mountain goats was after it. The group didn't even see them yet, they could just see the looming shadow at the end of their sights. The cat jumped next to the lift as the sound of footsteps sped up.

For being half blind, Burt was the first to see what was going to happen as he pushed Calla and Fredrick down.

A loud crash filled the air as the cat just barely dodged out of the way of the charging Goat. As they made contact, the lift and the system attached to it broke, sending wood everywhere.

Jaques could barely stubble his way out of the way of some of the debris, falling to the floor in the process. A loud crash came over the other three's heads as a piece of metal slammed into the wall above them. Fredrick took a peek up, and let out a small shiver as part of his hat's top had been sliced off, and the metal was stuck in the hole it had made in the wall. He wasn't going to say he would have died if it hit him, but he didn't have hopes he wouldn't have. It seemed so clear.

The air was silent, except for the breathing of the goat as they stumbled back onto their feet.

"And that.." Jaques was the first to speak up, a small grunt to his voice as he got up from the ground. "Is an example of why I wanted to become immortal." He sighed as he dusted himself off.

"What on earth happened?!" Sven's voice suddenly called, the blonde man appearing with a bag, one of the nomads beside him.

"It wasn't our fault, and I'd argue it wasn't the goats either," Fredrick stated, glaring at the Lazy Paw just in time to catch them turning invisible. "Hey, get back here-"

"I don't think they would help us even if they listened," Calla said, taking a breath as she went over to Sven. The man looked over her for any hint of an inquiry as the Nomad walked up to the lift system to examine the damage. The air both lost and gained some tension. Lost some because everyone being okay, but gaining some from the anger of why that had even happened. "I don't think we're getting back to the station tonight." Calla let out a sigh. "I'm sorry Sven. We should have tried to stop it."

"Oh don't worry, this type of thing happens now and again." The Nomad said, glancing over at the group. "It isn't as bad as it looks, at least compared to the past. It should be fixed before the sun sets. You will still be here for longer than intended though."

Sven was silent for a moment. The group could see the stress building in his eyes but he didn't say anything aloud. Instead, he gave a nod and walked back over to the group, holding Calla's hand close.

No one said anything to him right away as he sat down. They wanted him to have a moment to try and think clearly. It was the least they could offer him.

Jaques went ahead and got the list from him, going over to the nomad and arranging a deal where they would go ahead and gather everything on the list for a bit more payment than usual. He could see Sven giving him a glare from the corner of his eyes but he didn't see any better solution here. They knew Sven wasn't gonna let the stress fade smoothly. Might as well go ahead and take the task of gathering everything off his shoulders. Jaques came back to the group after arranging everything.

"I heard there was a lake here," Calla spoke after a moment. "You think we can head there?"

Sven gave a nod. "Yeah… we can do that."

The lake was calm and peaceful when they got there. There was only a small family of Nomads near the edge on the other side of where they were.

"See Sven, this is nice," Calla said as she sat down on the grass, lending back a bit to glance up at the sky. Sven gave a small nod as he glanced down at her. He kept glancing at his phone to make sure his message to the chief was sent. "Reginald will understand."

"I know he will," Sven admitted with a sigh as he sat down. He glanced at her as she smiled, him offering a small one back. He glanced at the water, it almost seemed to glow like crystals. "It's just.." He sighed as he glanced down at the ground, Calla taking his hand as he turned his gaze back towards her. "It's hard not to worry about, anything."

"I know," Calla said with a sigh as she glanced over the water.

"It's just, so much has happened so quickly," Sven said as he glanced down at the ground again. His hands curled into fists on the ground, tearing off some blades of grass as he did. Calla let out a small 'ow' as he quickly let go of her hand. "Sorry." He said, bringing his hands back to himself before he did anything else. "With the Moonjumper Legend and what happened with Hat Girl.."

"Stress is annoying, we can all agree to that," Burt said as he walked up beside the two, glancing at them. Sven glared at him as he glanced out over the water. "But we can't let it bug us every moment. If we do, we just miss out more on stuff."

"Burt, did you get possessed or something?" Sven asked, getting a chuckle from the rest of the group. Burt even cracked a smile as he shook his head, Sven glaring at him as he climbed onto his feet. "I'm serious! You never speak like this!"

"If you have an issue with how I am now." Burt started with a shrug, before smirking. "Blame Fredrick." He said as he glanced at his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes with a shrug. "Besides, you guys always said to lighten up."

"Alright, stop the playful bantering before someone comes to check on us," Jaques said as he came back over after having walked away. He had managed to get ahold of some fishing poles, they all knew better than to ask how. They already knew the most likely answer. He sat one down by the water and did his best to cast one out into it. "Wait, I'm supposed to bait it first." He said, earning a chuckle from behind as he shrugged.

"Fifty-something years in a painting does mess up basic memory, huh?" Burt asked, to which Jaques just glared at him. Fredrick walked up beside the former leader. "Hey, what was.. you know?"

"Lonely, for one," Jaques said with a sigh. "I could see outside the painting but I couldn't.."

"I can't help but think of what would have happened." Sven said as he glanced ahead at the fellow man in blue. "If Burt and Fredrick weren't in that hall that day, or if Snatcher hadn't shown up"

"Oh please, help with my nightmares," Jaques said as he smiled. Sven shook his head a bit as he chuckled as well. He wasn't helping things, was he. At least people started to settle down it seemed. Calla leaned beside him as Fredrick took the other pole, Burt standing on a rock nearby. "It still feels weird to be out sometimes," Jaques admitted. "It feels great, don't get me wrong! And I feel like I am getting used to things again-"

"Jaques, pay attention to your line." Calla quickly said. The man only then noticed it was going deeper into the water and yanked his pole back, grinding his teeth as he pulled.

Frederick got up and helped the man step back as he pulled. It didn't seem to be that big or strong of a fish, Jaques just seemed to be shaky from a lack of practice. "Come on.."

The line was finally pulled up. It was a little bigger than they were expecting. It looked a lot more like a living version of the fish you would see in cartoons rather than an living creature. Then again, you could say that about a lot of this planet. It had purple scales with some red and blue ones spotted about. Jaques began to work on getting the hook free from its mouth without hurting the little thing. It jumped right out of his hands and back into the water.

"What fish is dumb enough to go after a hook that doesn't even have a worm?" Burt asked, Fredrick letting out a chuckle as he led against him, Burt mumbling as he wrapped his arm around him. Jaques shook his head as he cast his line in again. Hey, if it worked once it'll work again. Burt tilted his head as he walked up to the water, glancing in before glancing back at Jaques. "Weren't you fishing with the others the night they got stuck in that storm?" He asked, getting a nod.

"I never said my memory of recent events was perfect, to be fair," Jaques said, Sven, nodding as he glanced away from the lake. He walked up to the edge of the cliff piece they were on, staring below at where they would come from. Being this high up still had his nerves a bit shaken. Sure, it wouldn't kill anyone if they accidentally fell, but it would hurt a lot… He needed to try and cool down, he thought. "You alright Sven?" Jaques called as Sven turned back to the group with a slight smile.

"Yea. I'm fine." He said as he came back over. "Just… I don't know. Never been a fishing guy?"

"Ehh, same here. I just fell into the motions because my family did it so much growing up. Then again you can say that about… a lot of people probably." Fredrick said, glancing out away from the lake to some of the other peaks. His eyes almost seemed to light up when they landed on the Twilight Bell, glancing around to see the lift to that peak was still functional. "I know that light show isn't gonna be happening, but why don't we see what the Bell Realm looks like normally?"

"Did you just call it the bell realm?" Burt asked, Fredrick, shrugging as the others chuckled. Sven glanced over at Calla as he thought of that day in the bell. It was the last time he could recall having a close moment with her. He was sure there had been others since then, like during the cruise, but his mind tended to be so distracted. He didn't understand how she wasn't tired of it, or at least showed it. "I guess we can head there if you all want to. Just make sure we don't end up joining the ghosts in there." He paused as he got some looks. "What, I'm not all positive now."

Sven sighed as he began to head to the closest path to the lift. Jaqeus quickly dropped the pole to catch up with the group. Calla grabbed Sven's hand and smiled at him, and he did the same.

Sven's mind began to clear a bit more. It would be fine, he began to truly realize.

"So… In the off chance something does happen, we're all in agreement not to tell Reginald." He remarked.

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's Right," Jaques stated as he rolled his eyes. "He doesn't say much when anyone does anything dumb, but I swear if looks could kill." He sighed as the group nodded in agreement.

The bell was more quiet and peaceful than the last time they were there. Considering the last time they were in a panic trying to find the teens, it was easy to see why. There were also fewer people in general around to distract from the views. Just the ghostly goats and the strange versions of the dwellers form Subcon. Never got around to asking why they were here. It was almost strange how… it felt like hiking through the forest back on their earth. Expect it to be a ghostly realm rather than your everyday woods.

They looked around for a small while, exploring the parts they felt they could safely access without doing anything dumb. They eventually decided to relax in one of the… fountains. They weren't really fountains, but they were filled with water that seemed to be coming from somewhere. They found one they felt was safe enough, Calla dashing ahead into it with Fredrick following behind a moment later. Almost like kids at a water park really. Then again, did that part of someone ever die?

"Fredrick, be careful! I can't get over there quickly if something happens!" Burt called. "Oh, and you too Calla, I suppose." He added as he sat down on the ground, before leaning back, making sure his hair was still covering his bad eye as he glanced at the dark yet glowing sky. Sven was quiet as he glanced up as well, a little silent as he thought about what to say. "So, what are you two planning to do once we get back home?" Burt asked. "I'm finally going to try a game I fell in love with but never got around to playing."

"I'm starting to wonder if Sven's comment about you being possessed is true." Jaques said as he paced back and forth, hands to his side as he glanced up. "I don't know, really." He said with a shrug, glancing down at the ground, walking almost perfectly in pace with some unheard music. Sven glanced over at him and gave a hint of a frown. Jaques was smiling, though. "I guess I'll see when we get there. Sven?" He glanced over at the blonde.

"I don't know. Knowing me I'll probably just fall into my old habits like we haven't spent, probably a year by that point, on an alien planet." Sven let out a sigh as he looked at the ground, resting his hand against it. He was so used to touching smooth surfaces or paper. There were times where he almost forgot what the ground itself felt like. He glanced up at the sky. "I don't mean too. It's just.. a habit of needing to get work done I can't explain. Even when resting my mind is always thinking about the clan."

"You were made third in command early into your toppat life if I was told was correct." Burt said as he glanced over at him faintly. Sven gave a small nod as Jaques sat on the ledge of the bridge they were on. "I know the feeling of focusing a lot of work. It's not the exact same as you but i can understand." Burt sighed as Sven glanced over with a faint head tilt. "For me it's more numb, just going through the motions of life. For you, I think to your brain it is your life."

"Maybe? It feels like you read me like a book but, I don't know." He sighed. "I'm not trying to be a downer, I just.." He sighed as he shrugged, slowly standing up. He took his hat off his head to more easily wipe away some sweat, and glanced at it. It had been dulled faintly over the years of use, but it was still as good of condition as the day he got it. "I mean… I have been in the clan since a bit before Reginald took leadership… was that, like, a decade ago or something?"

"A decade? How old were you at the time, eighteen? You look great for someone who's gonna be pushing thirty." Jaques said. That earned a small chuckle from Sven, not from the words but from the shock in Jaques voice. He would say Jaques should know, but he was in storage during Terrance's and Reginald's leadership, pre-orbital station. "Look, we all get wrapped up with the clan. It is our life, our family."

"I know, but it's still… hard to balance my work life balance I guess, everyone else can do so just fine." He sighed as he walked closer to where the water was, sitting on the edge. He could catch the shadows of Calla and Fredrick whispering to each other, but didn't think anything of it. Was he even good enough for Calla with how much he struggled with- His thoughts were cut off as he suddenly found himself soaked with a splash. "What the-" He glanced up as Calla garbed his hat.

"Fredrick, catch!" Calla said, tossing his head to the man before racing back into the area. Sven felt himself blushing as he got back up, quickly taking his shoes and socks off to prevent them from getting wet before jumping onto the watery slope to get it back. He almost slid onto the ground but Calla quickly came by to help him balance, letting out a giggle. "You better hurry." She said playfully as she slid back, almost like she was ice skating. "I.. don't have any other reason."

"And they're acting more like kids at a water park now." Burt commented as he glanced at the group. He couldn't see all that was happening well, they kept jumping in and out of his line of sight as Sven stumbled trying to get his hat back. But he couldn't help but smile. He glanced over as he looked at Jaques, who was watching with a hint of temptation in his eyes. "Go ahead." Burt said as he began to stand up. "I can afford to be the adult here. I can think of an explanation later if need be."

"Well, if you insist, I better help the poor man." Jaques smirked as he just dashed into the water… and had to catch himself from falling face first. Sven quickly stumbled over to help him up, but Jaques was already laughing. Sven found himself smiling despite how annoyed he was. He supposed there was just this hint of a trill he hadn't felt in awhile. Jaques glanced at Fredrick. "You better hope I don't get your hat before Sven gets his, or it's gonna get moldy. Does that… make sense?" He asked as Fredrick backed up.

"Come here and find out." Fredrick started with a smirk as Sven and Jaques went after them. Burt watched from the sidelines with a smile as the chaos formed in front of him. He didn't feel safe joining himself but Fredrick was having fun, and that was all that mattered. Sven seemed to start genuinely having a fun time too though, even as Calla and Fredrick kept playing what was basically a game of monkey in the middle. It didn't stop until Fredrick slipped and fell, his back hitting against one of the sides hard.

"Woah, that's enough!" Calla said, Burt taking Jaques hand so he could get over to Fredrick. The man rubbed his back with a grone, but there was still a bit of a chuckle in his voice. Burt began to scan him over, as Calla handed Sven back his hat. "Sorry, we just wanted you to have fun." She said, Sven smiling at her as he took it. She glanced up, seeing an area they hadn't gone to yet. "Fredrick, do you think you can walk?" She got a thumbs up. "Wanna go higher?"

"I would say that's a bad idea but, as long as we don't start playing tag or something it should be fine." Sven said, glancing up as he went to grab his shoes. He felt more at peace now. Not perfectly, there were still worries and issues dancing around in the back of his mind. But he could try and hold them in for a few minutes at least, he reasoned. He glanced over at the others. "What do you all think?" He got nods from the rest of the group. "What's with us all nodding and not just answering aloud."

"Don't give us a crisis." Jaques said as he helped Burt and Fredrick get off the water platform, Burt making sure his eye was covered again. Sven had caught a glimpse of the eye behind the hair and suddenly had a question, but this wasn't the exact moment. He began to lead the group forward after a moment, wanting to scan ahead in case something blocked their path. "You know, it's strange that places like this are even possible to exist." Jaques said. "I know it's another planet, but.."

"I mean, you should see some of the stuff that happens on our world anymore." Burt said with a shrug.

Jaques seemed to tilt his head as he processed the information.

"Should I be concerned when we begin to head home then?" Jaques asked, getting small chuckles from the group and an eye roll from Burt. "What, I'm being serious!"

After they were all done in the Twilight Bell, the group decided to head to the Lava cake. They had already tested their luck in ways today, what was the worst that could happen here? But in reality, they wanted to get their clothes dried off from the water before they headed back and decided that was the best place to do so. Luckily they didn't need to be super close to the cake to get the heat they needed. They just sat on some benches a good eight-miles away from the cake and that was enough.

It looked like the sun was due to start setting soon, and that did bring some worry back into all of them. They should be about half way home by now at least. But things would be fine, they would reassure themselves. Even if they had to stay here for a night in the worst case scenario, they would at least have each other. A;though knowing they're luck, they were probably missing something amazing at the orbital station. But oh well, it couldn't be helped. That was just life, wasn't it.

That thought rested in Sven' brain for a moment, bringing some peace. Yea, stuff like that was just life. So were the incidents that happened.

"Hey Jaques, I know we ask you jokingly all the time about the dirt you have on other people, but I have to say I am genuinely curious." Sven said as he glanced over at the man, who had been picking up any small stone in his grasp and tossing them out over the edge. Jaques glanced over with a head tilt as the others looked over with some interest in the topic being brought up. "I know you were in storage for the last few decades but, you know anything about anyone still around today."

"Only bits and pieces. You should have seen Mr. Macbeth when he was younger. He was like Platinum but, calmer." Jaques started with a hum, barely noticing the looks everyone gave each other at the statement. To compare Platinum and Macbeth in the same breath so casually like that was so odd. "I still wonder what happened that changed him. He still looks like he hasn't gotten good sleep in awhile." Jaques sighed as he tossed another rock, with less energy to his throw. "Wonder if being revived helped with that."

"Probably not." Sven sighed as he got up stretching a bit. "If anything, he's probably worried his revival is tied to the.. you know."

"You do have a point, huh." Fredrick said, glancing at Sven who rested his head in his hands for a moment. Had that really never crossed his mind? Of course it wouldn't, he realized. This was his mind he was talking about. Fredrick stood up and walked up beside Calla, giving her a faint glance before beginning to speak again. "For all we know, riches and greatness could be waiting for us." Jaques gave a chuckle as Fredrick shrugged. "Probably not, but I don't think he's gonna cause us any real harm. I mean, why would he?"

"Why are we all so paranoid about the Moonjumper's Second coming anyway?" Calla stated like she had some to some grand realization, sitting up from where she had been leaning against Sven had glanced at the others. Burt went to give some answer or comment but found himself unable to think of either. So he just, gave a shrug with a look of 'isn't it obvious'.

"Yes, our clan or at least Hat Girl being tied to the prophecy is scary, no denying that. But the prophecy doesn't say anything bad will happen."

"He would like to cause trouble. I just get that vibe from those images I’ve seen… I am using that word correctly, right?" Jaques asked as he glanced at the others. They all had to hold in their stickers, they already bugged him enough with painting and being stuck in time stuff. They could afford to show a little respect to him. Jaques shook his head as he adjusted his gloves. "But I don't think he would cause us harm if we don't cause him harm first. So maybe we can just…relax?"

"Yea… If only it was that simple for Hat Girl." Sven sighed. He whispered the final part of that to himself, but he was sure they heard it as well. She was directly tied into the prophecy, where the clan's involvement was just implied. She had a lot more stress on her plate then they did. That wasn't going to mix well with the… no.. no thinking of that for now. "She'll be fine, she's always fine no matter what happens. When the Moonjumper comes, she'll do her part and it'll be over with."

"And in the chance the Moonjumper does try a fight with her or, anyone. We have him outnumbered." Jaques said, glancing at where his gun was held as Burt nodded. Jaques couldn't help but frown, however. Why did he feel some string of guilt saying those words? Why did he have this strange feeling that the Moonjumper wasn't just going to be friendly, but someone the clan already knew? "We'll be fine." He said to reassure himself, and the others. "Let's just try and worry about it when the time comes."

"Which could be any moment" Burt stated as he glanced away from the sun, looking for any hint of the rising moon. You think they would have long since spotted it by now, but alias, no sight. That brought some feeling to Burt. He didn't know if it was unnerved or at ease, or some strange mix of both. He felt it fade as Fredrick sat beside him, instead being replaced by a warmth he tried not to show. "But for now, leave the story for the story people. Let's just… live I guess? I need coffee." He got a glare from Fredrick. "I’ve gone five days without it while having access, what more do you want?"

"I swear the only reason you're even remotely positive in the way you’ve been is because of the hype for the third game!" Fredrick said, letting out what suddenly felt like a huff as he covered his face while Burt rolled his eyes. Everyone could catch the faint smile he had though. No one said anything, but they all saw it. Burt suddenly pulled him closely, giving a smirk as he blushed. "Oh come on, now you're just trying to embarass me! Can't you give me a break about this kind of thing."

"Oh, posso romperti." Burt said, and Fredrick pushed him away with an angry look and a small chuckle. He couldn't really hide that he found the situation a little funny. “Hey, you say I drive you crazy sometimes so why..” Burt paused as he glanced back over the view, standing up and walking to the closest view of the main peak he could get. He pulled out his phone and used the camera as a very blurry telescope. "Hey, I think they fixed the lift." He called as the others looked over. "I think they got everything we need there as well."

"Perfect!" Sven said, immediately heading to the exit of this peak. "We can get back home and not have to worry about anything else… Today was fun though, I'll admit. Even if I was on the side a lot."

"No, not a tank. Platinum will take it before we can use it." Fredrick sighed with frustration as Sven opened the door to the lift once they got there, glancing down at the next peak they would have to go too. Apparently there were less of these systems when Hat Girl was first on this planet, Sven had no idea how anyone got around alive. Fredrick glanced at Burt. "You know what, spare some coffee for me tomorrow because I have a weird feeling I won't sleep much tonight despite everything."

"Well, maybe next time you'll be more in the action." Calla said, warping her arms around him from behind as he laughed a little, holding one of her hands. Making sure to be more careful this time. That he didn't hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her or the others. Not after all they did to him. He heard her let out a yawn as she let go, heading up to his side. "I'm not looking forward to walking all that way back though." She said, getting a groan from Fredrick. "We need a tank or something."

"Yes, my plan is working." Burt said with a smirk on his face. Fredrick rolled his eyes at that as Jaques shook his head. "Soon you will know the joy of coffee and bow before it-"

Sven shook his head as he heard the two start to bicker. They were like an old married couple already… Oh well, it would help keep them awake on the way back.

It felt like they were going to pass out as they were finally in the home stretch of the way back. Subcon's haunted purple turned into the orange and brown that had become the forest clearing. They all did everything to keep each other sane and awake, talking about what had happened that day and stopping to snack if they started to feel lightheaded. Despite it all, the conversation four of the five had before the lift was broken was still in the back of their minds. The thoughts about one poor child…

They weren't really expecting too see anyone still up when they finally got back, besides maybe Right Hand Man or Macbeth. It had to be past midnight, maybe somewhere close to 4am. They were met with a slight surprise. Hat Girl, Platinum, and Van were racing around in the dark, all wearing some glow sticks they had found while Reginald, Right, and Macbeth watched. It was the first time any of them had properly seen Hat Girl out of her room. She still had a faint, hurt look in her eyes and the way she moved.

But she was comfortable being out now, it seemed. That was good. Her Rumbi was even out, chasing after her while Alexsandera followed behind.

Right leaded back a bit, and that was when he noticed the group. "T'ere ya are, we were startin' to get worried!" He called out to them, quickly saying something else to Reginald before he got up. Sven tried to straighten his posture to at least appear more personal than he was feeling, but that likely wouldn't have done much help. Right eyed the group as he got close. "Are ya all really ok? Ya look like ye were lost in t'e jungle for twenty years or somethin'. Would 'ave come out-"

"No, it's fine. You had other things to worry about." Sven said, shaking his head. He glanced at the others as Calla sat down on a rock to rub her feet, and Jaques was already heading into the station to sleep. Burt and Fredrick were talking to each other, seemingly just to kill time until one of them decided to head to bed for the night. Sven couldn't help but smile, even as he sighed. "I didn't get a chance to do a proper double check, so we might have to sort out a few things. I can check tomorrow for you though."

"Sven! I was wondering where you guys were." Hat Girl said as she came up to him and Right, Rumbi bouncing and beeping by her feet. Sven gave a polite smile. Her voice had less energy than normal, her movements were slower. But they couldn't blame her. He just gave a wave as Hat Girl picked up Rumbi as he went to bump into one of the boxes, letting out a small chuckle. "How were the Skylines? Did you see Adalyn?" Sven shook his head. "Huh, kind of a surprised actually considering how much she appeared lately."

"Yea, things just happen." He let out a yawn as he glanced over at Calla, who was rubbing her eyes as she glanced at him. He let out a small chuckle as he looked at the two. "I'm going to head to bed before I lose any brain cells. I'll see you two tomorrow?" He asked, Hat Girl giving a faint shrug. At least she was being honest. He walked over and offered his hand to Calla, helping her up as they began to head back into the station, the other couple following not long after. Once they had left, Macbeth walked up to the father and daughter.

Hat Girl let out a bit of a yawn before she sighed, holding her Rumbi closed. The air got quieter, and Van and Platinum stopped chasing each other to glance over at her.

"Alright, it's already way past w'en yer supposed to be asleep, Hattie." Right said.

"I know, I know… Before I head off, can I ask something?" She looked at him, a more serious tone to her voice. It was faint, but it was enough for the group to pick it up. Reginald placed a hand on her shoulder, having started to come up once the group that came back from skyline left. "I, been thinking for a bit about it."

"What is it?" Reginald asked, trying his best to hold in his concern.

"Do you remember that stone piece I showed all of you? The one with… you know?" She asked, getting some nods. "I want to head back to those ruins, see if there's anything I missed. I know I should just let things happen naturally but, I feel like I missed something. And, I dunno. Maybe It could help me feel more at peace?"

The group was silent for a moment. Macbeth waved over Alexandra to get him to focus on something else, or appear to at least. This was between the leaders and their child after all.

Reginald and Right both shared a look for a moment. It was kinda funny, how just a look and basic body gestures could be all that was needed to communicate without words. Both were worried, maybe even scared about what would happen if she did. But at the same time, both knew that she had a point. And anything that might give a chance to put their daughter's mind at ease after everything, it would be the best thing they could do.

"We can't, say for certain yet. But we'll talk about it… You just head to bed and we'll see you at breakfast tomorrow?" Reginald asked, Hat Girl giving a nod. "Good.. Platy, can you-"

"She's old enough to take herself you know." Platinum said with a chuckle, but still walked up and took his sisters hand before leading them away from the adults. Van watched the two for a moment before making the briefest of eye contact with the leaders, before beginning to head to their own room.

"If s'e is gonna go back to t'at place, I'm goin' with 'er." Right assured once the group was out of earshot, crossing his arms. "I can't risk somet'in' like t'at broken tower fallin' with 'er in it again."

"I can come too." Macbeth offered, glancing at the two. They both glanced at him and he was silent for a moment, before sighing as he let Alexsandera rest in his arms. "I just.. I want to know more about the Moonjumper. I can't, describe why but it feels like I'm supposed to know more. Like it's the real reason I was brought back. Besides," He patted the Dweller on their head. "My child is from Subcon. I feel like they deserve to know everything they can."

"I'll see if I can find a day with both of you clear to do that." Reginald sighed. He was too tired to add much more to the conversation right now, and he could discuss any extra details with Right the next morning. "Could be sometime next week, could be a month from now, who knows… I just want you all to be careful."

"When am I not careful?" Mr. Macbeth asked, earning a small shrug from the chief. Alexsandera's movements slowed, warping the lower part of their tail around his arm. "I'm gonna take Alex to bed now. You can let me know if any arrangements are made after the next meeting." He said as he went back to the station.

Reginald let out a sigh as he rested his head in his hand, Right wrapping his arm around his husband. Partly as support since the cyborg thought Reginald might just collapse at any moment. "I don't want things to get worse.." he said as he leaned against him.

Right took Reginald's other hand and held it. "Trust me, love, I know."

[differentkittybluebird]

                      prologue

It was a wintery night. It was cold enough for the gray rain to become ice and later snow. I couldn't even go outside. The door was blocked by 1 meter of deep white snow.

 My dad and me sat on the couch while my mom made hot chocolate. We sat silent until my bff caled and said ‘did you hear the news’ i shook my head and said ‘no not yet’ she told what ‘kids at the age 12 have to go to a camp from tomorrow. We can't choose, everyone has to go, Even you! We have to leave at 12 noon tomorrow.

I was shocked, a camp!? 

chapter 1

Hi everyone, I'm nyx and I am 11 years old. So this is a world far away from the time you are now in. I am going to tell my story so let's start.  

It was a wintery night. It was cold enough for the gray rain to become ice and later snow. I couldn't even go outside. The door was blocked by 1 meter of deep white snow.

 My dad and me sat on the couch while my mom made hot chocolate. We sat silent until my bff caled and said ‘did you hear the news’ i shook my head and said ‘no not yet’ she said that ‘kids at the age 12 have to go to a camp from tomorrow. We can't choose, everyone has to go, Even you! We have to leave at 12 noon tomorrow.

I was shocked, a camp!? I was sure this wouldn't get any worse so I ran to my parents and told them, they were in shock, we cried. The day went by and I went to bed at midnight, I was 12 the next morning. I was so scared of what was going to happen that I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in a car. I pulled

The rope from my hands, I tried to look around but it was dark. The only light I saw was where two men were driving the car. I snuck close to the men who were driving and I grabbed one of them by his neck. He choked and yelled at me but I put my nails deep into his neck and I saw blood dripping. As my nails were so sharp as a knife someone grabbed me, I poked my nails in his face, he screamed. 

I was so mad that I yelled out ‘where are we going!?’ Nobody answered, then I saw why there was a man with a gun in his hand. ‘Sit down young lady, right now!’ and with that said I sat down and stared.

 When we finally stopped I saw nothing, everything was black, probably because I had something on my eyes. I felt someone pushing me towards something and they took the towel from my eyes. I saw a big house and lots of small caravans. The men pushed me in a caravan and I saw 3 other kids who looked sad like me. The men shoved a suitcase under my bed and walked away without anything to say. The kids in the room said  “welcome number 4’, My name is’ ‘ssssst we can't say our names.”  It was late in the night I was so scared that I got cold feet. I had to go to bed but I was so scared that I was shaking but I had to go to bed.

I started to cry “I don't want to be here ! I want to go home” the others sat next to me and made me stop crying.

I heard rain tap against the window.

I fell asleep as the rain tapped and tapped. The next day I woke up on the ground feeling that my back was sore.

chapter 2

The guard stormed into the house and yelled “everyone in a line” . I was at the back .I was standing outside when suddenly a snake bit someone and everyone was screaming except me. I loved snakes. The training was canceled and the snake died. The next hour was even worse: the big kids had made a fire. The whole camp was burning and so a kid just died. 

I was standing and just waiting for someone to save us when someone yeled “ follow us ! ”

i ran to the voice and followed it 

into the fire i almost burned but the voice kept yelling follow me , i fell and i was about to die when someone saved me. I was shocked when I woke up. I was in a pastel world. I saw a lake with cookies and milk and I felt a soft ground. I was laying on a marshmallow. I knew it was in the real world, the world we were at war with. How did I get out of the camp? Why was I here? 

I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

When I woke up I was in a cotton candy pink house. And in a pink dress there were people staring at me so I opened my eyes. 

there was a mushroom next to my bed and he said” *%==| !;% `|. [`,

and I knew what it meant. It was”hello are you nyx” so i sead “`%?” which was yes.

I looked at the mushroom and I couldn't resist the smell of mushroom and I took a bite.

and woosh… I had elf ears and a rainbow dress. I loved it, I tried to stand up but I didn't stand. I flew into the sky through the roof. I was in the sky when I heard a scream and flew back through the roof. When I was back I saw black and then I fell down, down the black hole when finally I saw light. But the moment I stopped. I fell further deeper into emptiness and I was screaming when finally stopped. And I looked up but in a millisecond I was falling again. I saw light and I thought, “I can fly”. i felt my wings 

How does it feel when you fly?

what can you see?

what does the scenery look like?

chapter 3 

[carolingarts]

I have personal beef with William Afton taking care of his kids head canon and it's not because of the reason you'd think.

My reasons are twofold. There's a distinct lack of nuance in the FNAF fandom. It's very possible for William to care about his kids in a crappy way and still be a monster or have a nuanced relationship but my beef is not with that.

It's very possible for him to be a decent person motivated by personal demons and torture - but those who believe that need to gut check yourselves because when the actor calls him the "voldemort" of the series and there are some very obvious similarities between him and other characters my dude is not good.

Yet this is not my beef with the issue. This is not my personal borderline violent beef. My beef is twofold.

Anyone who wants to explore that sense of nuance (this is a guy who actually doesn't just eat puppies and shit evil and kick children down the street like bowling balls.) has to deal with people on both sides - the "this man can do no wrong" side and the "this man is the ultimate terror" side. Which if you don't have a strong constitution results in conversations like this.

Individual: I think this character has some nuance and maybe in another reality...-?

Second individual: I disagree with your opinion.

Individual: Ah. Well that's a shame-

Second individual: I don't just disagree with you. I despise you utterly. your very existence is a blight on mine. Everything wrong in this world is your fault. Everything wrong that has ever happened to humans is your fault. Don't just unalive yourself, do the world a favor. Unalive your entire bloodline, anyone who has ever had contact with you, and then go to God and beg the higher powers of the universe to erase your existence from reality. If you were on fire I'd put you out, then I'd get gasoline and set you on fire again so that I could watch you burn.

And I take issue with that mostly because of the idea that there are a lot of people who do that and then feel so constricted idea wise that they cancel their stuff and make it original works. Now I love that. That's the best thing. I keep seeing people talking about their fnaf fics however and how sad they are but how excited they are that they are now original and I don't like the idea that anybody's points of view (unless they are truly oppressive violent and evil) are cast aside. Funny bear game opinions and thoughts don't deserve people being yelled at because they think different.

2. I'm gonna get my ass handed to me for this. But it has to be done. It has to be put in bold letters so the world will see it. Seeing aside the ideas pertaining to work I want to say 2 things:

Scott Cawthorn is a great *great* game designer.

Scott Cawthorn is a *terrible fucking writer*.

That's not entirely his fault but I had an epiphany which led to this rant which has to do with my ultimate fucking beef with the humans of this series. How they are all really badly written, how they are all like so confusing it starts shit like my point in one...

Yeah, the pixelated characters. Who never really had an identity until like...5 years in?

It hit me the other day that they reminded me of something. Mario.

The original 1985 mario description in the instruction booklet is this:

<b>One day the kingdom of the peaceful mushroom people was invaded by the Koopa, a tribe of turtles famous for their black magic. The quiet, peace-loving Mushroom People were turned into mere stones, bricks and even field horsehair plants, and the Mushroom Kingdom fell into ruin.

The only one who can undo the magic spell on the Mushroom People and return them to their normal selves is the Princess Toadstool, the daughter of the Mushroom King. Unfortunately, she is presently in the hands of Bowser, the King of the Koopa.

Mario hears about the Mushroom People’s plight and sets out on a quest to free the Mushroom Princess from the evil Koopa and restore the fallen kingdom of the Mushroom People.

You are Mario! It’s up to you to save the Mushroom People from the black magic of the Koopa!</b>

Simple and to the point right? Not a lot of detailed backstory? Kid's game.

Then you get to sonic who was apparently modeled on <i>Bill Clinton</i> which if you are familiar with Sonic!lore and you know some of the more iconic...figures is <i>really kind of hilarious</i> in the worst fucking way.

And then it hits me.

Of course these guys don't have consistent and solid backstories. They are <i>eight bit pixel game characters who were never supposed to.</i> and the stuff that comes out after it <i>explains it</i>.

But Scott, in his effort to capitalize on his property and I cannot blame him at fucking all, tried to put in video game easter eggs that make the pixelated characters into something more human, in what is supposed to be a sonic and mario style game - a simple kids game - and <i>that's when shit clicked.</i>

So Scott is a <i>great</i> game designer, but he's a crappy writer. Not maliciously! He was making a triple A game story on a pixel character's budget. TBQH it would be super cool if he'd built a whole mario-esque studio and in a way he kind of finally has with the glamrock characters and steel wool. It's not <i>about</i> the humans and yeah - cause the humans <i>screwed up</i> which is why all the stuff with the games is vaguewashed in Help Wanted 1. "Well this is slander made up by a video game guy."

It's why the character who's the most obvious scott avatar - the video game creator guy - is genuinely panicked and ends up feeling trapped by his creations.

It's the reason why this dude is living like a fucking hermit and why he keeps making this jokes about disappointing people. if people figure it out - that his characters <i>were supposed to have very simple backstories that people like matpat kept making ridiculously complicated</i>. If people found out they were effectively just supposed to be mario-levels of simple. Bad guy defeats good guy - but no. No he had a triple A story in a pixel budget which makes sense. He was doing it himself.

"That's it! That's the connection!" - Eddie Valiant (who framed Roger Rabbit.)

All the lore's a sham that he tied himself into a knot over until he could get to the books...but how do you translate fucking <i>Doctor Robotnik</i> to a character like William Afton?

So yeah. He's a great game designer who made great characters but a bad writer ...because he tried to shoehorn in a triple A storyline into a pixel kids game on the level with Mario and Sonic.

"but kyle he's a good writer-"

One man - especially this dude with his politics - would not be happy with anyone considering his work like the bible. "But it's open to interpretation-" sure. <i>Because people are having cognitive dissonance over the story</i>.

It's not fucking complex and yet complex. It's simple and yet not simple. It's trying to introduce stuff in real time and...it's done badly because it seems like there's no real motive for the main characters and Scott hasn't set a firm boundary in that "this is what really happened" because - somehow despite his politics - he seems like a decent person who wants to make kids happy. and make his fans happy. Which I kinda get. I mean Miyamoto-san is supposed

Cause it's not about the humans it's about the robots.

"But he knows what's happening-"

Yeah he does *now* because he's accepting he wrote a triple A game story with Nintendo ideals and game design elements. Maybe - but again he's not gonna admit to it which is why there are <i>so many holes and reasons for the shit to be so confusing and cause so much fucking drama.</i> He's never come out and said <i>this is what happened</i> because he's <i>never conclusively been able to say this is what happened</i>. "Look to the books to explain some backstory...but also look to the other books to fill in the story going forward" The back half of that is the better written stuff cause he's course correcting but the front half and why it's so disconnected is the issue.

Also it's a serious issue but I'm gonna close with that.

Especially because, especially because so many people built their careers on all of this. It can be argued that FNAF launched a lot of current culture regarding youtube and lets plays. It shaped childhoods the same way Mario and Sonic and Zelda did his. And that's a lot of pressure for one person.

(does this mean I forgive him his politics fuck no I focus on paying my dues and trying to make donations to offset the karma for this fucking shit thing I love so much.)

The final part is the serious issue stuff and that's that <i>you can't do a nintendo style game with the kind of subject material that FNAF talks about.</i>

That's where my brain was trying to find the nugget of fuckery.

<i>That's</i> where I was losing it.

You can't write a kids game <i>about the kind of material that FNAF deals with</i> and that's what it started out as.

You can't have a funny Doctor Robotnik esque <i>child murderer</i>

In fact. <i>IN FACT</I> READING ABOUT ROBOTNIK HOLY FUCKING SHIT. AFTON IS FUCKING ROBOTNIK

Robotnik's whole goal is to turn the world into his perfect empire and make his perfect creations.

That's...effectively Afton's goal too but you know. With <i>kids</i>.

so that's it. Like. that's solving it to me and it explains my beef with it. and I'll argue - I don't know it's a weird visual depiction of an 8 bit game crossing into a triple A story?

Because it's a triple A story *for sure* one that I hope Steel Wool does something with. *But fucking Hell* that's it. I'm not out (Damn I'll never be out.) But suddenly a lot of things make sense.

I have absolutely no idea what to do with this information but holy shit.

[arinalvs]

''Is love really worth it?''

Note: Thank you for the request! (@lalalalovelalalasworld), I hope I did exactly what you requested ^^ Warnings: Yandere,(a little) Fluff and Angst(?). Mentions of blood, murder, kidnapping/drugging, implied smut (but not actually smut). Pairings: Yandere!Heeseung x fem!reader, Sungchan x fem!reader

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Heeseung had mixed feelings today, he was angry, stressed and sad at the same time. His father forced him to find a wife since his father’s termination from the throne is in a few months. Heeseung didn’t plan on having a wife or a girlfriend, he had so many responsibilities.

He decided to go out and visit a cafe nearby to relieve his stress. Then he saw you, working in the cafe Heeseung recognizes you because you’re working as a maid in his palace but never even bother to look at you. Oh how regretful he was when he saw you, your beautiful face, warm and sweet voice, at that moment he fell in love with you. He even wished that he should have at least talked to you, to look at you. Maybe if he did that perhaps you two would have been together for a long time.

‘’Excuse me sir, are you okay?’’ you waved your hand against his face to perhaps wake him from whatever he’s thinking. Heeseung finally snapped back to reality when he heard you asking him something ‘’Ah sorry, I'm alright. I was just thinking what to order’’. Heeseung didn’t want you to know what fantasies he was thinking about you and him together so he made an excuse to not make it obvious. ‘’Okay then, May I take your order sir?’’ You, the sweet and caring person you are, gave Heeseung a very sweet and warm smile that made his heart jump at your cuteness, god you don’t know how you made Heeseung crazy for you.

After the encounter, Heeseung immediately wanted you to be his personal maid, so he called you and offered you to be his personal maid with a higher salary. Of course you accepted it because you needed the money for your parents. You and Heeseung started to get close after that, you would always hang out with Heeseung when he has time, of course you may not know but he cancels every meeting with other alliances just to spend time with you.

Then after 5 months of being close together, Heeseung fell in love with you more and more everyday, thinking about you 24/7. So he decided to finally confess to you. You just finished cleaning Heeseung's room and went to your room to lay down for a bit, then you saw a letter that Heeseung wrote: ‘’Meet me in the garden at 7pm, I have something to tell you’’ - Heeseung. You were confused about what Heeseung was going to tell you. But you shrugged it off and continued your work.

Heeseung was worried and scared. It was almost 7pm, for 2 reasons, first he was scared you would reject him because he's not good enough and second you weren't there yet. He was starting to get negative feelings but then you arrived. He looked at you with heart eyes and with adoration. ''Thank you…for coming y/n.'' '' No problem hee, so what did you want to tell me?''

Heeseung took a deep breath and started to confess. ''How do I say this..,. Y/N I like- no I love you so, so much. Will you be my girlfriend?''. You were shocked to say the least, you didn't expect a lowly maid to be loved by a prince that is adored by everyone. At the same time you felt sorry for him because you didn't feel the same thing as Heeseung did. ''I, I'm so sorry Hee… I don't feel the same way.. I hope you find someone better than me. And what will the people think if I became your girlfriend?, I don't want your reputation to be destroyed all because of me…'' Heeseung's heart was aching because of your words he felt angry and furious that he shouted at you .

''Why don't you love me the way I love you? Am I not enough for you? I can change! Just please love me back! or.. Is there someone else that's better than me?!'' you flinched at his words, you never heard Heeseung scream at you before. you were scared of him. ''No hee..there's no one I love or like, I just… I mean we can't be together..'' of course it was a lie, you indeed liked someone, a particular someone being sungchan; your childhood best friend of course you were lying, you indeed like someone that particular someone being sungchan he works as a bodyguard in Heeseungs palace.

Sungchan was your safe haven, he would comfort you when you're hurt or sad, he makes you happy every time. Although Heeseung is nice and caring as Sungchan, you would always choose Sungchan because you trust him more than Heeseung. After a minute that felt like hell, Heeseung finally spoke ''It's okay. I understand.. I have to go. See you Y/N..'' you felt sorry for Heeseung but you couldn't do anything about it. You went back to your room but for some reason can't stop thinking about the event that happened recently.

The next day was Heeseung’s birthday, you were doubtful that after the nights incident, you didn't know if Heeseung would forgive you, and won't be mad at you for rejecting him. But Heeseung is still your close friend, so you decided to go to the store and pick him a gift for his birthday. One thing that surprised you is that you saw your childhood best friend in the store; sungchan. Once you saw him you immediately hugged him which startled him of your sudden appearance. ''Yah! Y/N, I missed you!!'' Sungchan was happy because of your presence, he loved seeing you smile and happy. You, on the other hand, were blushing and grinning. ''Sungchan-ah, I miss you tooo. It's been a long since we met!! How are you??'' Sungchan's heart was beating like crazy, you look so cute and beautiful (i mean where's the lie? you are rlly beautiful <33). ''I'm doing fine Y/N, also why are you here, do you need anything?''. ''Actually yes, I need to buy a gift for my friend!'' you said happily like nothing happened between you and Heeseung. ''Oh okay, I'll help you pick out a gift!'' Sungchan then held your hands (which made you blush), then proceeded to help you find a gift for your ''close friend, Heeseung''.

After an hour and a half you finally found a gift for Heeseung, you thanked your friend and bid goodbye to sungchan. But he wanted to tag along with you because he also has work to do at the palace so both of you walked to the palace ''together''. After you both reached the palace you both said your 'goodbyes' and went on seperate ways. After 5 hours, you were ready for Heeseung's birthday party which was in the main ball. You carried your gift for Heeseung and was on your way to Heeseung's party, but unfortunately you bumped into ''Haewon'', you knew her everybody does. She's a princess from one of the richest families and she's usually known for having a big fat crush on Heeseung. Haewon would do anything to make her crush fall in love with her, but Heeseung wouldn't fall for her tricks so it made her furious.

''Hey! Watch where you're going you, maid.'' Haewon was angry, no one would like to mess with her, not even maids or in specific everyone. So she was furious when you bumped into her when she was going to talk to her beloved ''Heeseung''. '' I'm sorry princess Haewon..I won't do it again'' you said, feeling scared because she might tell Heeseung to fire you, in short, you're too scared to be fired. ''ah.. aren't you the girl that Heeseung has a crush on?'' Haewon spoke with disgust and full with despise, ''Yes, Princess Haewon..'' You were scared of what she'll do to you, especially when you know she bullies maid's like you.

Haewon huffed at your response, how can a lowly maid be loved by a handsome prince when Heeseung should choose her, a beautiful princess. But she made a plan to humiliate you in front of everyone and Heeseung. ''Okay. I have to go now. see you’’ you were confused why she didn't say bad things about you, but you were thankful she didn't. Oh boy how wrong you were when you thought she wouldnt say bad things about you. Once you reached the ball, you saw Heeseung sitting on the throne saying thank you's to the guest's who came. After Heeseung finished greeting the 'important' guests, he found you standing on the corner with a pretty [color of your choice] dress. He was blushing and stunned by your beauty but he remembered the incident that occurred yesterday and thought you were mad at him so decided to keep himself from approaching you.

After 30 mins, You saw Haewon going in front of the people and holding the mic. ‘’Everyone, I would like to make a speech!’’ Everyone quickly looked at Haewon, you saw an evil smirk plastered on her face which sended chills to your spine. ‘’I would like to introduce to you.. Y/N!! A lowly maid, a whore. Do you know how Heeseung fell in love with her? Yes! You guess it. Y/N used her body and had sex with Heeseung, ahh what a shame.. a nice and pretty maid that hides a dirty and ugly personalitty at night.’’ The crowd quickly turned to you to throw hurtful words at you. You couldn’t take all of the hate so you quickly went outside. You saw Sungchan at the garden resting and you hugged him tightly, crying on his shirt. ''Y/N- What happened? Are you okay? What happened?'' Sungchan was worried for you, you were crying nonstop. In the other hand, Heeseung who went to the bathroom questioned why everyone was screaming. And when Heeseung heard what happened, he quickly existed the party to find you. Only to find out that you were hugging Sungchan, He felt jealous,furious and heartbroken. He was glancing at Sungchan who was hugging you tightly and letting you cry on his shirt, Heeseung was already planning how to eliminate him and to finally make you his.. After a couple of days, you and Sungchan would see each other more which really brightens your day. But Heeseung was stalking you from afar, it wasn’t very pleasant, it should be him. not sungchan. Heeseung should be the one comforting you, hugging you, caressing your cheeks, holding your hands, and all of the romantic things that Heeseung regularly sees. But no. You’d still choose sungchan instead of him. But he let sungchan enjoy his life, because sooner or later he will be gone. Finally, The time came when Heeseung would eliminate Sungchan. You and Sungchan were going for a stroll around the palace, when a maid came to both of you but seemed to only talk to Sungchan. ‘’Sir Sungchan, Prince Heeseung wants to have a discussion with you. Only you unfortunately. Please meet him at xxxxx street, alone. Thank you for your time sir..’’ The maid was shivering while saying it, like she was forced to not tell anything about it. But you shrugged it off and thanked the maid. ‘’Sungchan, are you really going?’’ You asked him, You had a really bad feeling about Sungchan meeting heeseung. at this time?. ‘’Yes, i’ll be fine Y/N. I have to go there now, Bye Y/N!’’ sungchan said, giving you a tight and warm hug, waving goodbye to you. You had a bad feeling about it so you decided to follow him. just in case something goes wrong.

You followed sungchan slowly, afraid of being caught following him. Sungchan was walking in a dark hallway inside an abandoned house. You were scared of what would happen to sungchan, so you decided to stay back and hide near a table and listen to their conversation. ‘’Prince Heeseung?, Do you need anything from me?’’ Heeseung laughs at his statement of course he needed something from him, why else did he call Sungchan?. Heeseung needed his soul of course. ‘’Do you know how much you stolen from me?, the person I loved deeply. Just for you to take, you think you can live happily after stealing Y/N from me?’’ Heeseung walked to sungchan slowly holding a knife behind his back. You were scared for sungchan. You wanted to save him and confront heeseung but decided it's best to stay for a little while. But then Heeseung cornered Sungchan in a corner where you were hiding, you were shivering because Heeseung was holding a knife. When Heeseung was going to stab Sungchan on the chest, you immediately ran to sungchan and pushed him so you’ll take the hit. Sungchan and Heeseung were shivering at the sight of you dead. Sungchan was shocked at your sudden actions. to say the least he was traumatized and crying. Heeseung becomes horrified as he falls down to reach her. Heeseung was saying 'sorrys' over and over, crying nonstop. ''I'm sorry Y/N. Please don't leave me im sorry..'' Heeseung was regretful at his actions. He just killed the love of his life. and at last you died, saying that she used to love him but the world is against you..

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A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM FINALLY DONE. TOOK ME 1 DAY AND A HALF TO WRITE THIS. I dont know if my english is correct but anyways.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Some more FNAC Puppeteer please? Basically, instead of Mary, The Reader ends up hiding in the closet (8 years old) and witnesses the whole thing,however,they fall out of the closet. So Vincent kills them and they end up possessing Vinnie. After Vincent gets rid of everything associated with the R&CT (except Vinnie) The Reader ends up tormenting him in small ways. One night, after waking him up, The Reader whispers "I recognize you, but I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore." (Charlie parallels :3c)

First the Rat.

Then the Cat.

You cupped a hand over your mouth in horror as you witnessed their bodies dropping to the floor, never to move again.

One was pushed and stumbled back into the metal table, hitting his head and leaving a splotch of blood before he collapsed to the ground.

Shortly afterwards, the other was strangled to death with his own costume while he tried in vain to dial the police, left slumped against the wall.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched the Puppeteer stare at his hands, then to the bodies of his coworkers. He seemed regretful, but not all that devastated at the atrocities he just committed.

“I’m sorry guys..I really am. But...you made me do this!! If only you all weren’t so STUPID AND TOOK YOUR CAREERS MORE SERIOUSLY!!!”

Turning around, he yelled and punched the closet door in anger. You flinched as it shook, before realizing the haphazardly-stacked boxes on the shelf above you were tumbling down.

‘No!! No!!!’

You tried stopping them, but they forced the doors opened and you fell soon after.

Right at the Puppeteer’s feet.

He was shocked to see you, a child, had hidden in there the entire time. Yet it also filled him with rage.

You were a witness.

One that could ruin his whole career.

“M-Mr. Vincent..I’m sorry.” You began to cry, shaking as you got up. “I-I was just trying to hide somewhere..a-and..I didn’t mean it..”

“Oh, I know you didn’t, kiddo. And I'm so sorry you had to see all of that." His frown deepened as he approached you. "But you chose a very, very poor hiding place. You broke a rule...didn't you see the employees only sign?"

"N-No..I should have..I'm sorry.."

"You should be. They’re dead now, all because of you.” He sneered, his tone shifting from understanding to outright cold and cruel. “You know that? How many kids are gonna be sad that their best friends Rat and Cat are gone?! All because of the actions of a stupid child?!”

“I-I didn’t..I-!”

Suddenly he wrapped both hands around your throat, lifting you helplessly off the ground, literally squeezing the life out of you.

The glint in his eyes was murderous. Not an ounce of regret remaining.

"P-Please...! I won't..t-tell...!" You gasped, trying to fight his hold on you, but already you were seeing spots.

“I know you wouldn’t tattle. Why would you? It’s your fault...all of it.” He spat, grinning widely. "Not mine, not that drunk's, yours."

Those words were the last ones you'd ever hear as your vision faded to black.

And you finally stopped struggling

Once you became limp in his grasp, he huffed and checked your pulse, confirming you were dead before he decided to shove you back into the closet, only closing the door halfway. After looking at your body, and then the bodies of his coworkers, he went to the phone and dialed the police.

“Hello? Police? You have to hurry over here! My coworkers..they’re..th-they’re dead. Both of them! And I found a child..d-dead in the closet. I-I just..I heard something, it sounded like a rustle. I just came in and..all of them were dead. The child is about...8? Yeah, must’ve locked themselves in there by accident. Probably for hours...poor thing.."

Vincent told his fib and managed to make a convincing story, having everyone evacuate the theater and cancel the show.

As he collected his acting diploma and quickly left the room, he failed to see Vinnie on the metal table slightly twitching.

His eyes glowing white.

.........

Although Vincent was sad to see the Rat & Cat Theater closing permanently following the three deaths, he considered it a sigh of relief.

He could move onto bigger and better things with his acting career. In fact, it landed him a prominent role in a horror movie, which he absolutely relished in, studying his lines every waking moment.

Everybody loved it. They loved him for his phenomenal acting as the movie’s killer. They wondered how he did so well, but he kept that a secret.

Finally he was a real celebrity! No longer known as the silly man with clown makeup and a dancing life-sized puppet at a rundown kiddie place. He has a job he truly loves--he could get a better house, better car..he could have it all.

Yet..the weight of that day never went away no matter how much fame or money he garnered over the years.

Although he and every former employee got brought in for questioning after he “reported” the incident, he was never convicted. Since there were no cameras in that room due to the theater's cheap budget, they couldn't prove anything and had to take his statement as fact.

It was ruled as a murder-suicide between Randy and Calem and an accident with your death.

Who knew being the “drama kid” growing up would one day help him get away with murder? Of not one, but three people?

Even so, it didn’t stop the strange occurrences that started to go on in his everyday life, aside from the growing insomnia.

First, it was his own reflection--painted in that same clown makeup with blood on his hands. And washing his hands in the sink only turned the water red..even new water coming from the faucet only spilled out red.

He brushed it off as the town’s shitty water supply.

Next he started seeing stray cats hissing at him on the street, despite being on the opposite side of them. And every rat he saw in a dumpy alleyway had seemingly red eyes, glaring at him and watching his every move.

‘Just pest problems..’ He told himself.

Then came a bigger problem that night.

Vinnie..and you. Sharing the same body. Looming over his bed with a sorrowful frown, mask barely lit by the pale moonlight.

“I recognize you..but I’m not afraid of you...not anymore.” You whisper, startling him from his already restless sleep. As your invisible strings creaked, you stared down at him, tilting your head. “Are you proud of yourself, Vincent? Of what you did to me that day? Was it worth it?”

At first, he was astonished. And in utter disbelief.

No way...Vinnie the Marionette was still around?! He could have sworn he discarded all the evidence, abandoning his association with the the company completely. He thought someone cleaned up the rest of the mess, so he didn’t bother to see where Vinnie could have gone.

As long as he was out of his life.

But now he--no...you were back in his life, having turned his puppet into a shell of his former self and your vessel somehow.

You were back, confronting him.

Confronting the problem.

“Y-You..Vinnie..[y/n]..whoever I’m speaking to. Is this all you’re here to do? To torment me for my past sins?” He scoffed. “Save it. I..I-I know you’re not real-”

“You don’t get to decide what’s real.“

Feeling a clawed hand wrap around his neck, his eyes widened and he coughed, grabbing your wrist in an attempt to pry you off of him. But to no avail.

“S-Stop! I-I was your puppeteer-!!!”

“But you abandoned all of that..to hide what you did that day. Tell me, would it have still happened if I wasn’t there? If I didn’t hide like a “stupid child”?”

Vincent grinded his teeth as he thought about your question, still trying to shove you off of him. Yet you wouldn’t budge a bit.

For a flimsy robot you were strong.

Was this how you felt before you died?

“I bet you felt good when you heard his neck snap against the table..when you strangled the life out of him with your own two hands. But you couldn’t get enough of it..the power, the bloodlust. So you killed me, too. Sad to think I was once a fan of your shows.”

“It h-haunts me every goddamn day!” He cried out, tears forming in his eyes. They weren’t the crocodile ones he’d put on for show.

They were genuine, full of very real fear and regret. In the back of his mind he knew karma would catch up to him eventually.

He just didn't expect it to come in this form.

“I-I didn’t want to kill you, [y/n]! I really didn’t!! I just..c-couldn’t let my life go to ruin! I panicked!”

“Didn’t seem like it. I still remember your smile..you SMILED as you watched me die. I had the rest of my childhood ahead of me...and then you took it away.” Glowing white pupils appeared in your eyesockets.

“You don’t get to walk away from what you’ve done to me. You don’t get to do that anymore. You ruined my life. And now I’ll make sure....”

To his horror, he saw your mouth sprout sharp teeth, the hand around his neck sporting long white claws with bloodstains on the tips.

This was more terrifying than any horror film he’s seen in his life. This was real. And he wasn’t playing the villain.

But the victim.

"You'll never be able to sleep again."

[tinysushimark]

The Best Boyfriend Ever (LMH)

angst, mark x female reader, mentions of Johnny

1.7k words

"Baby, look I'm sorry." Mark said and you just sighed and walked away. You removed your makeup and took the dress off, tears were streaming down your eyes but that didn't matter to you right now.

You entered the shower and let the warm water embrace you just like any other day. "I'm so sorry, I should've remembered, I'm at fault. Please forgive me, baby. I swear I won't-" You opened the shower door with a towel wrapped around your figure and walked towards the mirror, your hands reached for your face serum and your boyfriend just watched you as you did your skin care routine. He went absolutely silent as soon as he saw your face. He knew you were mad at him and the less he spoke the better it would be for him.

Because he knew he was at fault, and for him at the moment there was nothing he could possibly do to fix it. He just waddled behind you like a lost puppy when you were clearing up the set up you had done, for your anniversary date. He helped you and you didn't speak at all, keeping your mouth shut and handing him all the things to clear it up.

You had been waiting for your anniversary date for a long time, you had also decided to throw a small get-together the next day, because you wanted to celebrate. You were looking forward to your anniversary date because it had been almost a year since Mark and you had a date. 

Ever since the both of you moved in together, going on dates almost became a task for the both of you, because you knew that you'd end up in the same bed anyways, so you had never pressurised yourself or Mark to go on a date but with your anniversary approaching you had hoped things would be different for once.

When you had called Mark at 6 in the evening, to tell him that you were ready for the date, he hadn't picked up, as the clock kept ticking you found your excitement slowly turning into anger and then you noticed that before you knew it, you were sad again. You glanced at the clock, only to find out that it was 10 already, you were just about to get up when your boyfriend merrily walked in with a crate of beers, you sighed and gave up. 

It was when his eyes fell upon the dinner table that he had realised his mistake. A string of apologies rushed up to him and you couldn't help but ignore him. Today was the first time you did not feel the need to ask him where he had been, or even listen to his explanation for his forgetfulness. You just felt like you needed a break from him and he probably needed one too. 

You decided to talk to him about it after the get together, but then you realised there was no point of having a get together anyways. That is when you remembered what Mark had first said when you proposed the idea of it, "Baby, it's not like a huge occasion, we can just go on a date or something!" You had retaliated with the fact that Mark hadn't seen many people in your friends circle in a long time due to his busy work schedule. You somehow had managed to convince him but it wouldn't happen after all.

The next morning when Mark had woken up he looked to his side, only to find it empty, he sighed and walked towards the kitchen, another sigh left his lips when you pulled away from him when he tried to hold you. He was at fault, and these small punishments were well deserved.

"Johnny hyung said he's got the balloons and then-"

"I cancelled all of it." You said and walked away, Mark was disappointed in himself but he couldn't possibly order you around at this point. His eyes fell on the beer crate which had been sitting on the coffee table since last night.

He walked into his closet and pulled out the necklace he had bought for you months ago. He placed it on your workspace and watched as you didn't even look in his direction. He trudged back and sat on the couch, "I was thinking we should renovate, don't you think, baby?" Mark tried sounding enthusiastic but failed when he couldn't get a reply out of you. 

"I love you, you know that right?" Mark mumbled and your heart tugged at it's strings, your urge to look at him grew. The urge to shake him and ask him why he had left you alone again, on a day you needed him ate at you, but you didn't want any of it right now. You wanted him to be the one to hold you first, and say that he will do anything he possibly can to make up. You didn't want him to apologize, you just wanted him to realise the mistake he kept making in a recurring manner.

You watched him walk out of the house with tears in his eyes and you couldn't help but break down either, you needed him, but not for just yourself. You wished that sometimes he would take initiative too, but he clearly lacked in those areas, so the least he could do was keep his promises, but he was failing at that too. Deep inside you felt bad for him, but you couldn't help yourself either. 

In the evening Mark placed another gift beside the pendant box which was left untouched. He slipped the letter he had written to you in between the silk boxes. He was alone at home, for the first time since he started living with you, he was alone at home. The silence in the house was deep and exhausting. It made him feel flushed and insecure, and he felt like he needed to run away.

But there was nowhere he could run to, because this was his house. He sat and waited for you till late in the night, he was wide awake and he just sat there, thinking about all the events that took place yesterday. He thought about why he had forgotten that you were waiting for him at home, it was because everyone had forced him to have dinner with them after dance practice, his eyes fell to his feet as he remembered that he had walked away as soon as he possibly could but when he walked into his house, the scenario was entirely different. You were sitting exactly where he was sitting, you were probably enraged, afterall the dinner you had prepared was a lavish one to say the least. He thought about how you must've felt when you sat in the same place, everyday, waiting for him to come home. He realised that you probably felt the same way he felt right now.

He felt empty and he didn't like the feeling of it. He wanted you to be home as soon as possible so that he could hug you and kiss you to sleep. But he couldn't do any of those things right now, because of the many many mistakes he had made. He thought he didn't deserve to touch you and the guilt inside him just grew deeper every time he saw you. He had realised how hard it must've been to love someone like him, someone who's always busy, someone who always pushed his relationship aside for other things and his heart sank.

He wasn't like this before, he was the best boyfriend and you had even said it multiple times when you had kissed him on the cheek as the both of you stared at the night sky together. When the door clicked open he saw you, and he couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him all over again. He just watched you walk away from him to get to your room, but he didn't want it to be that way, so he held your arm and pulled you back in the hallways.

You looked back at him and took some steps back. "I love you, I will make it up to you, I promise." Mark said and you watched as his grip loosened on your arm and tears escaped his eyes, he still looked up at you with a smile, "I understand if you don't need me anymore, I am a very pathetic person. I never thought about how you felt each time I canceled on you, I never thought about how the walls in this house are so high and silent if someone is alone." He rambled and you walked closer to him you pulled the taller man in and leaned against the wall.

His head landed on your shoulder and you felt your shoulder getting wet. You patted his head and listened to him cry like a young kid who needed to be soothed. He mumbled many things when he was crying on your shoulder and you couldn't help but pull away from him and try to listen. It was almost as if he had dumped himself on you. So when you pulled away your hands were tucked under his face which squished his cheeks and you couldn't help but giggle at the sight. His nose was red and his cheeks were flushed. He looked beautiful even after crying.

"I miss the sound of your voice, please say something." He said in a muffled voice and you just sighed at your boyfriend who looked rather adorable after crying his eyes out. "I hate you." You said and watched as more tears slipped from his eyes, "Will you break up with me?" 

"No! Of course not you idiot. I love you so much that I hate you as much too. I hate you for not being there and yeah this house is pretty huge if you're alone, that's why we live in it together, don't you think?" A smile took over Mark's tear stained face. "Yeah, we live in it together. I won't leave you alone, I promise." 

"Mark, you're not pathetic. You're the best boyfriend ever." You said to the man who was cuddled up to you like a five year old. A wide smile took over his features when you complimented him. "Say it again." 

"You're the best boyfriend ever!"

"Again."

"You're the best boyfriend ever."

"Again."

"Mark no. That's enough!" 

"Again!" 

"Fine! You're the best boyfriend ever." You sighed at him and he just smiled brightly and nuzzled into your arm. "That feels good."  

"Let's go on a date tomorrow. You should dress up." 

"Where are we going?"

"Secret." 

"This is why I said you're the best boyfriend ever." 

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