#the guy I was playing kept moving house from house but their old stalker lady always found them

[rozugold]

I had such a cool dream mann, I kept trying to force myself back to sleep so I could finish the story :(

[soliverse]

SAY YOU LOVE ME - PART 4

rockstar!taeyongxjournalist!reader

genre: angst, suggestive, romance

warnings:  mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, panic attacks, stalker behavior, and cussing

1 ⭒ 2 ⭒ 3 ⭒ 4 ⭒ 5 ⭒ finale pt 1

Length: 3k

ps:  if you are not comfortable with that sort of stuff, I will insert a warning within the story so you can skip it.

Also: the story is fictional and is no way related to NCT and its brand, especially Yuta. These are all a part of my imagination and I felt like it was needed to push the story further. Again, happy reading! - Ellie

The boys of 1:27 made a detour on a small BBQ shop on their way home to celebrate their successful performance for that night. Charlie promised them that she’ll pay for dinner and so they are stopped at the BBQ shack that they passed by on their way home. Everyone excitedly stepped out from the minivan with their arms around each other.

At this time of the night, they were the only ones inside the place. They took it as a go signal to be loud and did as they please. On a respectable manner, of course.

On one side, Johnny was filming a vlog with Mark and Doyoung. They talked about how they had fun at the performance and they wished that they can do more stuff like that in the future. Meanwhile, Taeyong helped Charlie decide what and how much to order.  

The pair came out alongside the staff to help them in carrying their massive order. They brought out about five trays of barbeque and side dishes which almost didn’t fit the small rectangular table that they have. They thank the staff for their troubles and started gobbling marinated meat right away.

The staff then came out with another tray. This time, it was filled by glasses containing amber-tinted liquid.

The boys cheered as Charlie went around the table and gave each one a glass. Mark was the first one that was handed the drink and so he took a sip right away. He then started laughing uncontrollably as he takes a sip once again from the glass.

“Dude, it’s apple juice.”

Charlie went back to her seat smiling smugly.

“Of course, it’s apple juice. I’m not going to baby your drunk asses off when we get home.”

The table went quiet, filling the room with sounds of chewing and utensils clanking over plates. Doyoung tried to lighten the mood up and started sharing stories about the miniconcert that they were invited in. They also got along well with the other performers and started taking pictures with them as well.

Charlie whipped out her phone and showed everybody pictures and videos that she captured while they are performing. They can all hear the cheers and screams coming from the videos. The loudest was definitely Charlie. Everyone was excitedly jumping up and down and singing their song with them. They got all hot and sweaty from the humid weather and moving around the stage. That didn’t stop them from interacting and hyping up the audience. She even argued that it made them even more appealing, especially to the young ladies watching. Some of them even tried to get the boys’ number but they all politely declined and just settled for selfies instead.

They also played games that night which resorted to Mark paying almost half the bill as they left. The guys thanked the owners for not kicking them out for being so noisy and promised that they’ll be back to eat there again. They hopped inside one by one and passed out as soon as their bodies touched the seats.

Taeyong stayed up for a bit and waited until everyone was asleep. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and leaned on the glass window, making a tired peace sign. He sent you the pic and typed a message right after.

Taeyong: We did well today. I’m almost home. Missed u.

  His thumb hovered over the send button for a while. He cringed at the last sentence and erased it before sending it to you and popped in his eyemask and headphones to sleep.

///

“Any more questions about your assignments for this month?”

Everyone remained quiet and just shook their heads in response. The team meeting took longer than expected and it is already past lunch time. You were impatiently scribbling on the notes that you took earlier. A little trick that you do so you will look like you’re busy doing something productive. Your thoughts are now clouded by hunger and boredom and and you kept looking at the clock ticking. You are silently praying that no one will ask a question and extend the meeting any further.

“Okay then.”

The supervisor, an old guy in his early fifties, finally closes the presentation and started closing the tabs in his windows. He shut the laptop down and slammed it close.

“We’ll see each other again same time next month. Remember to stick to your deadlines.”

Finally.

The room rattled as everyone tries to pack up their stuff and get out as fast as they can. You stood up from your chair. You did a bunch of weird poses to stretch your aching body from sitting down too long as you waited for the crown to dissipate before walking away from the room.

You grabbed your handbag from beside you and dug through tons of your unorganized stuff before you were finally to fish your phone out to do a time check. Instead, you were met by tons of photos and videos sent by Charlie that morning. They were mostly pictures of them rehearsing and goofing around the area. A slight curved on your lips as saved all of them in your phone and made your way into the breakroom.

Things are going well for the past couple of weeks. You and Taeyong barely talked before the event because he was busy practicing but at least you can finally look him in the eyes. Greetings are also once again exchanged, you even sent him off on their way to the event. With that out of the way, you’re finally able to catch up on to your prior commitments and saved yourself from being fired that week.

You bolted to the breakroom because you can now hear your stomach complaining. You politely bowed at everyone inside and snaked your way through a bunch of your coworkers. Today’s hot topic was them complaining about how long the meeting was and that Mr. Supervisor purposely stretched the meeting out because he wanted to spite all of you. None of that mattered to you though. The croquette that you made last night for lunch was the only thing on your mind. Upon reaching the fridge of the tiny breakroom, you microwaved your lunch for a few seconds before to your cubicle to eat in peace.

You greeted the one sitting beside you before you took a seat. The stacks of folders and papers were set aside to make way for your lunch bag. You carefully took the contents and dived right in to calm down your growling stomach. At the same time, you decided to pop in an earphone and listened to some of 1:27 recordings while eating. A ding! interrupted the music so you absent-mindedly opened the messages without seeing who it’s from.

Abby: Hey boo.

  The text intrigued you. She wasn’t the type to text someone unless it’s an emergency.

  You: Oh hey. What’s up?”

Abby: Don’t freak out, okay?

Abby: I think I saw Yuta in the mall today.

You felt a lump on your throat, and it wasn’t your lunch. You felt as if someone threw a bucket of iced water at you. You’ve set your lunch down and immediately pressed reply.

You: You sure it’s him?

You: Guy might be visiting his sis. I’m sure it’s nothing.

Abby: You sure?

Abby: Would you like to stay at our place for a while? I’m sure big bro wouldn’t mind.

As much as you wanted to stay over at anyone’s house for tonight, the Li household wasn’t the best option either. The last time you slept over, he glared at you whenever you tried moving anything in the house by a small fraction.

This might be an overstatement but the only thing scarier than Yuta is judgmental Li Yongqin.

You: Yeah, it’s probably nothing. Don’t worry about me.

Abby: Just in case something happens, you have my number okay? Be safe.

You dropped your phone at your desk and you felt your body getting colder and your breaths getting shorter once again. Eating lunch didn’t feel right anymore so you placed the lid back on and slipped it back, exchanging it with the water bottle. You drank half of its content and took deep, long breathes to slow down your racing heart for a bit. You dizzily bobbed your head down and rested your head on your folded arms. People asked if you were okay but you just smiled weakly and insisted that you’ll just sit the day out until office hours was over

As the day ended, Abigail Li picked you up from work that day. She insisted that if you’re not staying over at their house, the least thing that she can do was to make sure that you get home safely.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to stay over? I’ll lock Yongqin in my closet upstairs if it makes you feel any better.” Abby knew what her brother did last time and she made Ten apologize for the glaring at her. He did some half-hearted apology before glaring one last time and shutting himself back to his room.

“Relax. I’ll be fine. It’s been years since we’ve last seen each other. He probably moved on already.”

A sigh left her mouth.

“Fine. Don’t forget to lock everything when you sleep, aight?”

///

The first thing you did as soon as you got home was to lock everything just like what Abby said. You said that you’ll be fine to assure Abby, but you know you couldn’t be too sure about Yuta. First thing you did was grab a few chips and a can of cat food for Felice. The bedroom was the most secure part of the house so you decided that the best thing to do was to camp in there until the morning comes.

You held Felice close and stroke her soft fur to calm yourself down. She had become your most loyal companion on your path to recovery when you shut yourself from everyone else. She snuggles into your chest and purred lightly, probably sensing your uneasiness.

You used all your willpower to sleep that night but your mind was restless. Even after you stuffed yourself full, drank room temperature milk and fiddled on some fancam videos, you just couldn’t your mind off of Nakamoto Yuta.

The last time that you saw him was when you were crying nonstop at the police station as Abby and Sophie held you in.

Everything played out in your head like a film in cinema.

Na Yuta.

Awesome performer.

Awful person.

(This part may be a trigger to some readers so if you wouldn’t be comfortable reading this, skip to the next ///)

Everyone knew that he’s a player. That’s the first thing that he told you when you met him. It made him look dangerous, something you just need in order to spice out your cookie cutter life. Your parents just went into divorce and your life was going downhill.

He’s just a perfect distraction.

It went well at first, you became his muse. He’d shower you with love and gifts. He made you feel things that you never felt before. That didn’t last very long though.

Not even a year later, fights became a common occurrence. You finally understood how someone can love and hate a person at the same time. As soon as you realized the kind of guy that he is, you couldn’t get out. You made excuses after excuses and still waited for the time that he will change.

He’d go on tours and you would hear stories about him being seen with other women. Plural. Witnesses gave you a different description at every story that you believed it was ridiculous. It’s probably a colleague. Or it was fan and hew was just doing a bit of fanservice. That’s what you believed because that’s what he’d tell you every time you would confront him about it.

At the few times that you did caught him, he’d lie blatantly as if he didn’t just get caught. You couldn’t also count the times that he’d turn the table around and find some guy to link you with. It tricked you into believing that it was your fault that he did it. That he regrets being with you.

You couldn’t also fathom that you cried yourself to sleep because of him. He wouldn’t respond at parties and it would take him days before responding. He made you feel that you are never good enough for him, damaging your self-esteem and confidence in the process. And then he would go full circle and be over the top with surprises and gifts. He starts to go all soft on you and made you weak against his touch and kisses. It’s reminder that only him can make you feel that good, even if he’s also the one who caused you pain.

You also turned your back against everyone. Nobody could contact you for months. It was mostly you, trying to keep your ego intact. You can already hear them mocking you and will remind you that they told you so. He also convinced you that nobody else will love you like he did. The absence of your friends and family made you lonely. It was like they didn’t even miss your presence. And so you clung unto him more.

But everyone has their breaking point. At that point, you’re numbed out. You didn’t even cry as you saw him bringing someone into your own home. It was the wakeup call that you needed to get away from him. You finally realized that you didn’t deserve to be treated like trash and broke things off with him right then and there.

He didn’t like that one bit. He saw you as his possession and no one can take you away from him easily. Yuta started following you around wherever you’ll go and asked you to talk things out with him. He’ll pop in at your office, at the club where you would drink your troubles away, or at any possible location where he knows that you would see him. He was switching back and forth from begging and reminding you the memories you both had into going full psycho and texting you that you’ll regret ever leaving him.

It made you so paranoid that you just flat out refused to go outside at the fear of meeting him. The girls wanted to do something about your condition, and decided that the best thing to get your mind off of things was to surprise you on your birthday.

They brought your favorite food with them and decorated the party with your favorite colors. It was unexpected and you even apologized to everyone for causing them trouble. The night made happy that night and finally be able to smile for the first time in months. All was going well until everyone decided to go outside and take a group photo. Yuta popped out of nowhere and started dragging you away. You were crying and begging him to let you go but he insisted that he needs to talk to you and it wouldn’t take a while.

All hell broke loose. The guys rushed outside to intervene. Sophie’s then boyfriend (now husband), was a big, strong man and was able to grab him by the collar and beat the living crap out of him right in front of you. The sudden violence made you cry harder than earlier. There was nothing that you can do besides watch as everything go down. Both the police and the paramedics came right after and disturbed the whole neighborhood.

That day was still, hands-down, the most awful day of your life. The memory was so horrifying that your birthday is doomed for life. Nobody ever tried to do something for your birthday again, as per your wishes.

You strike yourself as lucky that you don’t have to go to a psychiatrist or drink meds anymore to sleep. Flashbacks make you shake a little bit, but at least that’s manageable. You cannot say the same thing about meeting Yuta once again.

///

“Here’s your stop. I’m sorry I couldn’t drop you off by Y/N’s apartment. The street was small and it would be difficult to turn the van around.”

“It’s totally fine. Walking won’t hurt me.”

Taeyong grabbed his duffel bag and his guitar from the backseat and steps outside the vehicle. He waved at them goodbye before the van went back to the road. He adjusted the straps of his guitar case and duffel bag so he can carry them both comfortably as he begins to walk towards your place.

It was eerily quiet at that time and something just didn’t feel right. He tried to shake the feeling off and increasing his walking pace. It didn’t take long before he can see the building from a distance.

He didn’t know if he was just imagining things but he could’ve sworn that he saw a dark figure lurking in the darkness surrounding your apartment. He muttered a series of curses made a run for it.

///

Your thoughts were interrupted when you thought you heard footsteps coming from outside your house. You were jolted awake and started going into panic. Your heart pounded so much that you can hear it ringing through your ears. You forced yourself to not mind the sound and convinced yourself that you’re just imagining it.

You felt your heart drop as you heard the front door opening and swung slowly. You can definitely hear footsteps just right outside your door. That’s impossible. You locked every single entrance that night. Mind is getting a bit hazy at this point from hyperventilating. Despite this, you grabbed anything that you can get your hands on and decided to face the intruder head on.

You opened your bedroom door just started wielding the thing you are holding at whoever it is that’s outside. You heard a loud thud at the ground and a guy squirming in place.

“Oh shit.”

You quickly realized who it is and threw the blunt object away, now realizing that it’s a tripod. You kneeled down right in front of him and started panicking again. This time, it’s for a whole other reason.

“Oh my god, Taeyong. Are you okay?”

---

[navalcriminalimagines]

No Future - 2

Part 1 here :)

Warning : definitely smut

5 years.

A lot can happen in five years. Shortly after becoming a Lieutenant, you were offered a position to run your own precinct, in Florida and you took it. You had nothing to hold you back in DC anyway and the weather there was calling for you. 

Having an entire precinct under your command was tough. The first year, you weren’t sure if you could succeed. If it wasn’t for the support you had from your friend you met there, Elias, you would have gave up. This friendship turned into a relationship, a shared house and now you were engaged. You couldn’t quite believe it, every time you looked at your ring. 

Everything was quite perfect, until you got a call from DC. Your mentor had retired, and he wanted you to take his place, since he heard you recently went from Lieutenant to Captain. After long talks with your fiancé, he agreed to follow you to DC. “How cold is it there?” as a Florida born and raised man, he had to ask. 

You knew DC also meant Jethro. The city was big but you knew you would run into him eventually. It actually happened faster than you expected and under circumstances you haven’t thought about. 

A body in your jurisdiction, a Navy identity card and you heard yourself saying, “Let’s call NCIS,” to one of your detectives. You wanted to run away from the crime scene before he showed up. You weren’t sure you were ready to see him again. Jethro never really left your thoughts or your heart. You love Elias, he is an amazing man that gives you everything Jethro never gave you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about where you’ll be if you didn’t break up with him, five years earlier. 

When you stopped the NCIS truck, you almost ran to your car. Your Sergeant could handle this. Well, that’s what you thought until you heard someone knocking at your car window. It was him. You both looked at each other through the window. Your breakfast was threaten to say hello and you couldn’t read Jethro’s expression. 

Finally, you opened the window. “Y/N,” he was the first to speak.

“Jethro,” you returned, on the same ton. 

“Long time,”

“Five years,” you whispered. And stayed silent.

“As interesting this conversation is, I actually need details about the scene...” 

“Just give me a minute,” he nodded and offered you his coffee before joining his team. 

Professional. You have to stay professional for at least an hour, just enough time to pass them this case. After that, you will say goodbye to Jethro, once again, because that’s the best thing to do. Because those butterflies you felt in your stomach when he looked at you, that’s really bad. Only your fiancé should make you feel that way. Not your ex.

Once your team was all pack up, you were ready to leave again, but Jethro softly grabbed your wrist before you got into your car. “Captain, huh?” He smiled, “Congrats. You are where you always wanted to be, I’m proud of you.” Not everything was a waist, Jethro actually listened to you when you told him about your goals in life.

“Thank you, Jet—Jethro,” even if it only took a short second to correct your mistake, he heard it. His nickname only you used; “Jet’”. Of course he smirked. “I got to go,”

“Can we meet for dinner? You can tell me about those past years,” he offered.

“What would be the point?” You had that look when you were pissed. A look Jethro finds so damn cute.

“You could tell me about Florida,” he knew you left DC, “And I could tell you how I almost died—twice,”

“W-What?”

Jethro tried to keep updates on you. He made a contact at the DC Police after you broke up with him; that’s how he knew you moved to Florida and that your precinct over there had the best reputation. On the other hand, you didn’t want to get news of him. It would have made it even harder. Case in point, if you knew he almost died, you would have gave up everything in Florida to be by his side. A part of you actually guilty about not being here for him.

“Bad cases. But it’s not important,”

“You almost died! It is important,” you paused, “Are you okay now?”

“Sort of, yeah. The doc that saved me is a pain in the ass, and he convinced me to start a therapy,”

“You? Talking—to someone? Like a real person?”

Jethro chuckled but it stings a little. If he would have opened himself to you years ago, you probably wouldn’t have left. “I was the first one surprised, but yeah,”

“That’s good. That’s really good,” you smiled, “I hope you are finding some peace,”

You opened the car’s door. Not that you were waited somewhere, but those butterflies was making a mess in your stomach and it’s really not good. Elias. You’re engaged now. You can’t feel that way for Jethro. Not anymore.

He put his hand on the door, your body was trapped between the car and his body. “If I can tell you this, whenever I was with you, I was at peace,”

You were stuck between crying, yelling or slapping him. How could he tell you this right now? Why didn’t he say something like that, five years ago. An uncomfortable silent built itself. With tears in your eyes, you showed Jethro your left hand. The diamond on it, more especially. He nodded and the silence continued for a moment.

“Is he a good guy?” He asked.

“He’s—great, yeah,” you smiled.

“That’s good. That’s really good,” he repeated your own words, from minutes ago. That guy was a lucky bastard.

When you told Jethro that you needed to leave for the third time, he took a step back and let you go. Again. But you weren’t far away now.

* * *

“Popeye!” Grace greeted Jethro, and sat across him at the dinner. “I’m usually the one that makes the call. What’s up?”

Jethro mentioned you to Grace already. He didn’t directly admit it but the doc knew he had very strong feelings for you. So when he simply said your name, Grace knew something was up.

“Did she call? Is she okay? Did you run into her?” When they met, it only took a minute for Grace to know that she would have to play 20 questions with Jethro to get confessions.

“She’s back here. Captain of her old precinct,”

“That’s—“ Grace started to say, but Jethro added something above her voice.

“Engaged,”

“Not good,” she finished her sentence. “I mean— how does it make you feel, Popeye?”

“You are smarter than that, Doc,”

“Yeah, I know. I just hoped you would put it into words. How fool of me,”

Then, Jethro did something he never does ; he asked for advices. Not from Grace the doctor but from Grace the woman. He felt something when you two talked. Maybe there’s still hope. But he needed confirmation.

“Gibbs, I don’t know that lady, I can’t tell you how she feels,”

“I know, but—“

“All I can tell you is— you spent those past five years regretting not to have say anything when you should have. Can you live five more years like that? And five more?”

“I won’t live that long,” he huffed. But Grace had a point.

* * *

Jethro wasn’t a stalker, but he needed to know more about that guy you are engaged with. It didn’t take him long, two days later, he saw you joining him for what appears like a lunch date. He was a bit older than you, probably in his 40s. Good looking, wearing a three-piece suit. He must be a lawyer or something like that. Jethro’s heart tights in his chest when he saw you kissing him and holding hands. Maybe it’s a bad idea. You look happy with this guy, why would he destroy all this? Well, the plan is simply to finally tell you how he feels, the rest will be your choice. And if you choose that guy, Jethro will respect that and will let you be. 

But you already refused to have dinner with him. You probably won’t accept now. So he found a reason to make you come at him ; your job. Jethro asked McGee to get your phone number and he used it when he got home. 

“It’s almost 9pm, can’t it wait until tomorrow?” you asked him over the phone.

“I need to tell you something-- about the case,” you sighed. You don’t know what excuse’s Jethro found. In fact, you agreed to meet him at his place, knowing it has nothing to do with the case. 

“I have to go,” you told Elias, “I will be back soon,” 

“You better if you want to have a taste of the dessert, Captain,” he smiled. You pecked his lips quickly and left for your ex’s home. Good thing about being a cop is that you can be called at any time and your fiancé doesn’t ask any questions. You don’t have to lie, although you felt a bit guilty. 

Of course his door was open. You heard noise coming from the basement, and you followed it. A boat was still there, “More than five years to finish a boat or is this a new one?” you asked, walking towards him.

“My second since you left,” 

A silence build once again, until he offered you his tool to sand the boat. “Do you remember how to use it?” he smiled.

You took the tool and started to sand the wood. You could feel his gaze on you, then his scent right in your nose and his body heat right next to you. You tried to focus on what you were doing, but his hand touched yours and a second, his body was pressed against your back. You were stuck between him and the boat, while he helped you sanding. 

You stayed like this for a moment and Jethro decided to take his chance. He pressed a soft kiss in your neck to see your reaction. You leaned into it, so he did again, before moving his lips to your jawline. He felt your body pressing even more to his. The tool fell on the floor because both of your hands were doing something else ; his hand was making its way under your sweater and yours was pulling his hair. You turned your face enough so he could kiss you. Soft but intense, slow but passionate. He heard a moan coming from deep inside your throat and his cock twitched inside his pants. 

You finally turned your body to be chest to chest, as you kept kissing. His hands were inside your sweater, touching every inch of skin he could. Jethro felt your nails on his skull and his back. Between two kisses, your eyes met his. That’s when you realized what was happening. Those blue eyes weren’t your fiancé’s. So, you took a step back, breaking every physical contact.

“Why? Why are you doing this, Jethro?” you breathed to avoid your tears, “I knew coming back to DC was a bad idea! I spent five years trying to forget you and--”

“Did you?” he stopped you.

“You just had your tongue in my month,” you exclaimed, “what do you think?” 

“I think I’m the one you should married. Not him. Not another one. Me.” 

“Jeth--” you wanted to fight back, to tell him how wrong this was but he got one knee. 

“I may not have a diamond ring to give you, but I can’t make the same mistake twice, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me five years,” he paused, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, I can’t spent one more day away from you. And I promise I will do everything to make you happy, just like you deserve. I’ll be the man, the husband you deserve. Y/N, baby, will you marry me?”

You froze for a moment. A very long moment for Jethro - and his knee - but he didn’t move until you say something. “You better not wait five more years to tell me you love me,” you cried. 

He stood up to hug you, “I love you,” he whispered in your ear. “I love you,” he kissed you. 

Jethro grabbed your legs to make you jump and wrapped them around his waist, still kissing you. He remembers how your body perfectly fits in his arms. He stopped kissing you so he could walk upstairs to take you to the living room - he wasn’t patient enough to take you to the bedroom. He sat on the couch with you on his lap, and you started to kiss again. His hands went back under your sweater but this time it was to take it off. Your body didn’t change, but your skin was very tanned, thanks to the Florida sun. You had that summer scent on you, Jethro felt intoxicated. He started to place kisses on your chest while you grabbed his shirt to take it off too. Feeling your skin against each other’s made you both lose control, Jethro unhook your bra and pinned you on the couch. 

One of his hands reach for your breast while his month kissed and sucked the other. You could feel yourself melting under his touches, and you were so wet already. “No teasing, no foreplay, Jet. I want you,” you whispered between moans. Jethro smiled against your skin and he worked on your pants while he worked on yours. He couldn’t wait either, he was already so painfully hard. 

Once you were both naked, Jethro covered your body with his. He gently rubbed his cock against your clit, as you kissed passionately. He felt how wet you were and he had to told back a moan. “I said no teasing,” you reminded him in a whine. You needed so bad. 

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled against your month and motioned his cock to your entrance. Your wetness and his pre-cum made it slid easily and perfectly into you. This time, he couldn’t hold back his moans. You never heard him something this loud from him before. Being connected to you again was a lot for Jethro. He took a moment before thrusting. He was slow and deep at first, locking his eyes into yours and enjoying every slid back into you. You grabbed him by his neck to crash his lips on yours, and your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, giving it a new angle for him to go deeper. He changed his rhythm, and neither of you could keep it quiet. He put one of your hands above your head and intertwined your fingers with his - he remembers that a small gesture you love. 

“Jethro,” you moaned, “God, you feel so good,” 

The two of you were getting close to your orgasms. Jethro’s left hand grabbed your waist so hard it would probably leave so marks, and you planted your nails into his back. “I’m gonna--” you tried to say but his thrusts were bringing you to your climax.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said, very close to cum too. 

A few more thrusts and you came hard on his cock, chanting his name so loud it sends Jethro over the edge and he came inside of you, whispering your name against your ear and adding a small but intense “I love you”. 

He stayed over you for a moment, as you both tried to catch your breath. “I love you too, Jethro Gibbs,” you said, with your face buried in his hair. You felt him smile against your chest.

All this time, your fingers stayed intertwined with his. 

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[itsreddiebitch]

Family First Chapter 3

Summary: Emily Tozier knew one thing. Her father loved her as if she was his own. Yet, secrets and lies kept for years will push her into finding out the truth about her real father and his connection with Richie. 

Chapter 1  

Chapter 2

“Any beverages Miss?”

“Water would be great, thank you.” The flight attendant quietly poured Emily a cup of water before moving on to the next guest. The whole flight consisted of Emily over thinking her actions and how she failed to plan if things went wrong. She had never been to New York before. Emily didn’t know how she would get around the city in one piece. She would also have to find a motel to stay at before meeting Myra. Even with these challenges ahead, Emily was worried she would not overcome the obstacle that was her father. She didn’t know how he was going to react. Emily knew she would have a bunch of messages once she turned on her phone. Thirty minutes passed with no change of thought until a ding echoed throughout the plane.

“Ladies and Gentleman we are now approaching John F. Kennedy International Airport. Please keep your seat belts fastened and we will arrive momentarily. Thank you.” Emily let out a deep breath. She felt for her inhaler in her duffel bag to make sure it was there. Her asthma was never an issue that needed intense care. However, when she was born she had a hole in her lung. Her father told her that she was in the hospital for at least two weeks before she was discharged. Ever since, she had trouble running and whenever she panicked she would need her inhaler. Richie always kept a spare when they went out incase her main inhaler was not working. He had always cared for her as if she was glass. One trip or asthma attack and she would shatter.

The plane landed with no issues and Emily was grateful. After grabbing her stuff and successfully getting off the plane she made her way to baggage claim. In front of the exist were a handful of drivers. Some wore suits others wore casual clothing. One guy had a welcome home poster with flowers, she assumed a girlfriend would be happily surprised. Emily looked at them all out of curiosity but one teen caught her eye. He was extremely tall compared to Emily who was considered below average. He looked up from his watch and looked around the room, waiting for his girlfriend maybe? Emily couldn’t help but notice he was undeniably handsome. Guys as good looking as that knew they were good looking. She lived in Los Angeles, it was a common thing. However, what she didn’t expect was that he was holding a name card that said Emily Tozier. Emily stopped walking in disbelief. What is going on? Was she being watched? Did her father do this? People began moving around her, giving her dirty looks but she didn’t acknowledge them. Her eyes stayed on the teenage boy that might be a stalker she never knew existed. She decided to pretend she never noticed him and began to walk in the opposite direction. That was the plan until he made eye contact.

“Oh shit.” She looked down before trying to walk away as he began approaching Emily “Wow, this is how I die.” Emily continued to mutter to herself until the teen stood in front of her.

“Are you Emily Tozier?” She could tell by the look in his eye that he knew it was her. She had no idea why, considering she has never seen this guy in her life.

“Um, yes but I don’t know you.”

“I’m Ethan Denbrough. Nice to finally meet you.” He extended his hand and Emily took it. He looked as if she should know who he was.

“I’m sorry, why do you have my name on a sign?” He looked at her as if she was talking gibberish.  

“You don’t know who I am? Your Dad called my Dad to come pick you up.” So Richie didn’t hate her? She dropped her bag and began to rummage through it till she found her phone. She pressed the power button and began to play the deadly waiting game for all the messages to come in. Before she could finish, Ethan grabbed her bag from the ground. “Come on little lady we got to get going if we’re goanna make it on time for dinner.” Emily stopped walking.

“What did you just call me?” Ethan laughed before messing up Emily’s hair.

“Little lady, you know because you’re so tiny.” Emily felt insulted, no, that was a lie. She was blushing profusely and needed to walk in front of him to not be seen.

“He is lucky that he is cute.” Emily muttered under breath in hopes the tree man behind her wouldn’t hear. However, a laugh was heard which made her think she really didn’t know how to be quiet.

He walked her to the parking lot of the Airport where a blue Subaru waited for them. He opened the passenger door for Emily before walking over to open his own.

“Is this too poor for your taste Miss Hollywood?” Emily could tell that he was kidding but she didn’t appreciate it. Many people stereotyped her because of her father’s success. Many failed relationships were revolved around that reason. She could still remember that last thing her ex sent her before blocking his number. “Can your Dad still get me an internship?”

“Actually, this is refreshing. It reminds me of the car we took on a road trip to Yosemite.” She smiled up at Ethan from her car seat before closing the car door.

“Good enough for me.” Ethan pulled out of the parking structure heading for the freeway. The car seemed to be his own. He had a collection of old cds and some graded essays in the back seat. The car smelled like old French fries and cheap body spray. Emily began looking through the cds, feeling his eyes on her. “You like Hozier?”

“Oh yeah, Vance Joy is a good one as well.”

“I don’t have his cd yet, I usually use them when I’m out of data for the month. My mom gets mad when I do.” Emily cracked the window open and felt the crisp New York air tickle her fingers. She loved California but New York was a nice change.

“So, do you know my Dad too?”

“I do but, not really. I watch him in movies from time to time and the morning radio. I didn’t know my Dad knew him.”

“Really? I thought that was the reason you knew who I was.”

“No. I woke up this morning and my Dad told me to pick you up and bring you back home. He showed me a picture of you.” Emily wondered if Bill was a nice man. She had never heard of him before. She only knew Richie’s Los Angeles friends. Maybe he was one the losers.

“That’s strange I’ve never heard of your Dad before.”

“Yeah well, my Dad is not so great about talking about his past.” Emily watched as Ethan’s eyes shifted. He seemed to be as confused about everything as she was.

“Mine isn’t either. It is why I’m here in the first place.”

“I thought you were here to see colleges?” Emily prepared to explain the situation to Ethan but their destination was closer than she anticipated. Ethan pulled into the driveway. The house looked as if it was an optical illusion. The front seemed small and cozy like the rest of the neighborhood. However, as they began to exit the car the house seemed to extend far beyond the front door. They seemed to be a very fortunate family which made Ethan’s comments almost hypocritical.

“I see I’m not the only one with stereotypical standards.” Emily nudged Ethan’s shoulder which earned her another laugh from him. She seemed to be quite good at it.

“Okay, okay just come on Little Lady.” Well, she couldn’t get rid of all the nicknames. Not yet at least. Ethan rummaged through his jean pocket before finding the house key. He opened the door to reveal a long hallway with photos in every nook and cranny. Emily began searching the photos for anything that would seem familiar to her. Unfortunately, all the photos seemed to be of their immediate family. The sound of joyful screaming halted her train of thought. A young boy began running down the hall. His speed quickened as Ethan opened his arms. The boy jumped, putting full trust in Ethan to catch him. The boy clung to Ethan’s arms as Ethan began twirling him around. The boy began to laugh before asking to be put down.

“Don’t miss me too much George. How are you going to be when I go off to college?” George pouted in response before running back down the hallway. “He’s mad at me but he will get over it quick. Come on, I’ll show you to the kitchen, my parents should be there.” Emily smiled awkwardly before following Ethan further inside the house. It was odd that these people would welcome a stranger so easily. Yet, she might not be a total stranger thanks to her father. They rounded the corner and were welcomed into the brightly lit kitchen. A woman was cutting vegetables at the counter while a man was reading at the table.

“Mom, Dad, this is Emily Tozier.” Both looked towards Emily with smiles on their faces. The woman had short brown hair that landed below her shoulders. She looked as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

“I’m Audra. It is great to meet you. I would shake your hand if mine wasn’t occupied at the moment.” An awkward laugh was shared by the group before Bill stood up.

“I’m Bill Denbrough.” Emily shook the man’s hand noticing he was tall like Ethan. He was skinny like his wife but not as noticeable. His hands were rough which was due to using them as often as he did.

“Nice to meet you both, I appreciate you welcoming me into your home. I didn’t realize my Dad had friends in New York.” She hoped that Bill did not know about her dramatic departure just nine hours ago. Bill smiled before grabbing the book he was reading.

“Oh, we go way back. We grew up together. The memories tend to be fuzzy but they’re still there.” It seemed that Bill had the same issue as Richie when it came to their pasts. It all seemed very odd. Audra looked as if she was uncomfortable with the conversation, as if it brought her back to a time she never wanted to return to.

“Dinner's almost ready. Ethan, how about you show Emily to her room?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can get a hotel.”

“Oh no, please stay it would make me feel better knowing you are here.” Emily thanked them once again. The rest of the night consisted of dinner where the Denbrough family asked Emily many questions about her life in Los Angeles, her goals for the future, and her father. She had many stories to tell about Richie, like the time she walked right into a pool at two and a half and he jumped in fully clothed to get her. Every story about Richie seemed to make Bill light up, as if a flip switched in his brain. He even threw in his own stories which looked to surprise everyone at the table. The conversations died down when George asked if Emily was Ethan’s girlfriend. She only laughed and shook her head.

“Good then could you be mine?” After dinner was done Emily helped with the dishes before going up to the guest room. She hoped to talk to Ethan about why she had come to New York in the first place. It seemed he has the same idea for he was waiting in the room for her.

“I’m sorry but you never told me why you came to New York in the first place?” Emily closed the door behind her, hoping no one would hear. She sat down on the bed next to Ethan, trying to keep a polite distance between them.

“I’m adopted. My father has been keeping secrets from me about my birth parents for years... I have been trying to get him to talk about it but he just can’t. Anytime I bring up something or it could be at random times, he will fall into grief and run to his office. I finally had a breakthrough when I went through his phone and found this woman who has my birth certificate. Her name is Myra Kaspbrak.”

Emily began rummaging through her bag until she found the information she printed out. “Here is her address I plan to see her tomorrow to see if she is my mother.” Emily let out a breath and waited for Ethan’s response. It took a while for him to register everything that he was just told.

“Well shit. Guess we have a big day tomorrow.”

“We?” Ethan moved so he could face Emily on the bed. The idea of personal space seemed out the window now that their knees were touching. Emily tried to focus on his words rather than the feeling of his skin on hers.

“Listen, I have been going through the same stuff with my parents. It’s like they have this big secret about my father’s past, like he is a murderer or something. Well he does write horror books, but still.”

Emily couldn’t help but laugh. She never thought Richie to be a serial killer but she could understand what Ethan was going through.

“I’m sure it’s not that. My Dad mentioned how where he grew up he had a group of friends. They called themselves “The Losers Club”. Our Dads were probably in it together.” Emily felt his leg move which cause her breath to get caught in her throat. What was wrong with her? It was just a boy.

“Wow, the losers club huh? Very hip. My father has only mentioned that he struggled with stuttering for a long time but he grew out of it. He also lost his youngest brother at a young age. I think George reminds him of his brother.” It seemed that their fathers had lived tough lives where they grew up. Emily worried about her real father and how her mother would be.

“I don’t know, I am kind of nervous about tomorrow. I have no idea if she remembers me or is even a decent person.” Ethan grabbed Emily’s hand and held it in his own. She tried to look in him in the eye and contain the blush she felt creeping up her neck.

“Hey, I’ll be there. I know you don’t know me too well but I feel like for the first time, I found someone who can relate to me. Regarding my family of course. There has to be a reason to all of this and I want to find out.” Emily smiled, feeling safe in his presence. With Ethan being there she felt like it would be a lot easier to handle. He continued to hold her hand and brush his thumb lightly in circles.

“Uh, well we should probably sleep then.” Ethan pulled back quickly. He made his way to the door saying goodnight before leaving. His face looked sunburned and Emily bet hers did too. What a dork. For the first time that night Emily directed her attention to the phone she had been ignoring. She tapped the screen to see message after message from Richie. They started out worried then grew to panic and results into understanding. He never got mad once. He just wished her a safe flight and to call him when she could. She looked to the alarm clock by the bed and could see it was too late to call. She called anyways. The phone began to ring and a part of her wanted him to pick up the phone but another part of her didn’t. She let out a sigh of relief when it went to voicemail.

“Hey Dad, it’s me.” She paused before continuing. “I’m really sorry I made you worried. I am also sorry for hurting you. I just need to do this for me and I hope you won’t be too mad when I come home. I love you so much, bye.” Emily held back tears as she hung up the phone. She knew she would have to talk to him eventually but she needed more time.

Emily Tozier stood outside of Myra Kaspbrak’s house unable to move. The cold morning air is not what froze her, it was the fear that consumed her. She worried how the woman would react. Would she want Emily to become part of her family? Could Emily really do that? What if this created a custody battle that Richie couldn’t win. All these thoughts repeated in her head until she felt a warm hand touch her shoulder.

“You okay?” Ethan stood beside her, looking worried. She was glad to have him with her, especially because he drove. Emily let out a deep breath. She traced the outline of her inhaler in her jacket pocket. It was now or never. Emily walked up the few steps leading to the front door. Her stomach dropped, each step making it harder to take another. She finally reached the front door. She placed her fist against it and made two firm knocks. There was no sound at first, it wasn’t until Emily was prepared to knock a second time that the door opened. The door swung fast and Emily felt herself jump at the quickness. An older woman, very large in size stood before her. She had curling rolls in her hair and a mean look to match. Emily almost turned around and ran but the woman beat her to it.

“Can I help you?” Her accent was thick which made her even more intimidating.

“Does Myra Kaspbrak live here?” Emily did her best to sound confident even though she could feel herself shaking.

“Who wants to know?”

“My name is Emily Tozier. I-.”

“Get in. Come on now hurry up.” Emily did not hesitate, she turned and waved Ethan in with her. The house was filled with clutter. Nick knacks of all sorts were displayed on every wall and table. The house transported them back twenty years. “Sit in the living room I’ll be right there.” Emily looked at Ethan who just shrugged before taking a seat on the floral couch. Emily couldn’t imagine ever living here. It reeked of old furniture and cat litter. Emily looked to see Myra making some tea for herself before taking a seat across from the teens. She did not offer them anything.

“I assumed that fag would get caught in his lies someday.” Emily did her best to not show the shock that took over her body.

“Excuse me?”

“Richie. He didn’t tell you about me right?” Emily shook her head.

“Figures, I should have asked for more money.” Money? Now Emily was even more confused.

“Am I right to assume that you are-“  

“Yeah, I’m your mother.” Emily did not feel as relieved as she thought she would be. “However, I would not use that word if I were you. I didn’t have you the normal way.”

“What do you mean?”

"Your Father was a fag too. He wouldn’t have sex with me. Heck, I don’t think he loved me either but who knows at this point. So I got him to give me a sample of his stuff so I could at least have a baby the new scientific way.” There was that word again, fag. The woman used it so negatively as if she was spitting on the ground that her two fathers walked on. She hated this woman already.

“Where is he?”

“Hell If I know. He went to Derry and never came back. Tozier wouldn’t tell me either he just had to adopt you. He said any price. I wanted a healthy baby but with your lungs and all, It was a waste of my time.” A waste of her time? Emily squeezed her hands together so that she wouldn’t break in front of this woman. Emily could feel a panic attack beginning to rise in her. She had to leave before she exploded.

“How can you say that?” Ethan looked at the woman with disgust. Myra ignored him and took a sip of her tea.

“Is this guy your boy toy or something? I’m surprised you didn’t turn out like your father. That gay sure spreads.” Emily stood up, holding in her anger. She wanted to yell at this woman. She wanted to swear and scream and tell her how she missed out. Emily loved her life with her father she couldn’t believe she wanted to find out who these people were.

“Thank you for your time. We should get going.” Emily wasted no time in showing herself out. She felt her lungs begin to tighten and her vision began to blur from the tears. The cold air felt like it was evaporating on her skin. She rushed down the steps and ran halfway down the block before collapsing on the concrete. She couldn’t breathe. Deep breaths became short gasps as she reached for her inhaler.

“Emily! Emily are you okay?” Ethan was by her side in seconds. He watched as she placed the inhaler to her mouth and took a puff. She took a small breath before taking another hit. Ethan reached for her and brought her back against the hard wood of the fence behind them. He held her as she slowly began to gain her breathing back. She couldn’t help but cry hard into his chest as reality sunk in. Her mother was a terrible human being. Richie lied to her, she was not wanted, not loved.

“She threw me away Ethan.” Emily felt the tears begin to stream down her face once she said the words out loud. Hiding thoughts in your head is much easier than accepting them out in the open.

“That bitch is not your mother okay. Hey, look at me.” Ethan moved Emily’s face up to meet his gaze. His hand held her face lightly as if he held on any harder she would break. “She may have brought you into the world but she did it for selfish reasons. Richie loves you and cares for you. Shit, I care for you even though I met you less than twenty-four hours ago. Don’t let this woman who has not been in your life make you feel like you are not important.”

Emily felt her tears begin to cease as she looked into Ethan’s eyes. She looked down at his lips before focusing back on his gaze. He looked confused now, as if he was debating something. Emily decided to move her head back down to his chest and sit there for a while. He didn’t protest and began weaving his fingers through her hair. They sat together for another ten minutes until Emily felt ready to leave. Ethan suggested a diner near his place and offered her his jacket. She took it and for the rest of the car ride she relaxed in his scent. It smelled distinctly of firewood, something she had rarely smelt but enjoyed.

Once in the diner they took their seats and put in their orders. It was close to empty, leaving the room almost bare of sound other than the old jukebox.

“So what are you going to do now?” Emily had an idea but it was a crazy one. She wasn’t sure if she should go through with it and she wasn’t sure if Ethan would too.

“I think I should go to Derry.”

“You think he is alive?” Emily wasn’t sure how to answer that question. While Myra never said he was dead, she did mention how he was gay as well as Richie.

“I honestly don’t know but I do know that there was something between him and Richie. I want to learn more about it. If he is in Derry he would be the one person who could tell us and if not maybe some of the losers club still live there.” Ethan went quiet which worried Emily. Maybe this idea was too stupid or too rash.

“Listen, I want to tell you something. My parents also get nightmares. These kinds of nightmares that wake my brother and I up. They scream until their throats go dry. They talk about something coming after them. I don’t know what happened to my parents but there is something not right about that town. Supposedly they went back a year before they had me. My mom had serious medical issues while having my brother and I do to how frail she was. My grandmother told me she use to be thicker and healthier.”

Ethan paused to take a sip of his drink. Emily could tell it was hard for him to remember back to those nights of screaming and fear. “I have no idea what happened to them. Only they know but they won’t tell me. So I want to go with you and see what that town did to them. If you will have me?” Emily reached for Ethan’s hand and squeezed it.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want any other person to come with me. Let’s figure this out together.”      

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6, 14, 17, 20, 21, 35, 36!

6: Which book was the last one youreally, really loved?

Answered here!

14: Name a book where the movie/tvadaption actually was better than the original

 Ohhhh, I turned this over in my head a lot — Howl’s MovingCastle? But I liked that as much as theoriginal! It doesn’t count! Stardust? But I only read a little of the bookbecause I couldn’t connect with it! It’s not a fair comparison!

Then I remembered Stand By Me (adaptation of Stephen King’sThe Body) existed and all bets were off the table. :D

Don’t get me wrong, the book was good – I think Stephen Kingis a great writer even though I am a chicken and have read a grand total of twoof his books.  It’s good in a gritty,end-of-summery way and I loved his sensory prose. But the thing is it’s very muchframed as an older guy looking back at a time long gone.  There are jarring moments where Gordie  (main character) drops little bombs inadvance ala Death in Book Thief,  like“Teddy, what a crazy kid, man. Oh, by the way? He didn’t make it very far inlife. Anyway, on to the story of  ouradventure…”

And that’s okay! That’s how some stories are told! I justprefer how the movie told this story,where the four boys’ adventure is front and center, where you can watchchildhood innocence being lost’ as it’shappening, and  you don’t have theretrospective view of older!Gordie.

Another thing, the movie is a lot more, well, tender with  the characters.  They’re a lot more demonstrative andaffectionate with each other. The book-to-movie transition of the characterswas pretty faithful (and all the kids’ acting is so good!), except they madeGordie more fragile and introverted. Which actually served the story better. Because it’s so much moresatisfying , then, that the movie makes Gordie more proactive, and changes itup so that it’s he who saves the day and saves Chris (aka the gallant tough-guyBFF who is the one in this role, in the book).

I think the very last one is why I prefer the movie,honestly. Even Stephen King said “wow, I should’ve thought of that!” when hesaw it.

17: If you owned a bookshop whatwould you call it?

Lol, probably a bad pun with my name in it. I mean, justlook at my Goodreads name.

20: Bestsummer read?

Hah, so Ihave this unapologetic thing for contemporary YA summer books. I unabashedlylove Sarah Dessen (especially the books that take place in the beach town,Colby), and the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (although not the last one,which made the old, crinnge-y mistake of thinking ‘adult’ meant dark and miserable).

I alsopicked up The Unexpected Everything by Morgan Matson last year because she wasdoing a signing here and I figured, eh why not. I’m really glad I did becausethat book had all the ingredients for my ideal summer book which were 1) girl goingsoul-searching and finding fulfillment, 2) romance I can get invested in, withactually-lovable nerd love interest  4)All sorts of shenanigans that make you wish you were right there, and 4) FRIENDSHIP – a strong group of lady friends,and a couple of guy friends too (and her love interest gets seamlessly integratedin the friend group, which was particularly delightful!), 5) Strong familybonding. # 5 was particularly nice in thisbook because usually, in the Summer Books, they only come to anunderstanding with their Estranged Family Member* at the end of the story. Here,she and her dad start actively repairing their relationship almost midwaythrough the book, and it’s great.  

*there isalmost always one!

21: Best winter read?

Oooh, okay, so I lovewinter books because obviously I live in a place without any snow at all. Sogrowing up, everything about wintery settings seem like a completely magicaluniverse* to me and I always devoured the obligatory ‘snow books’ thatcame in Sweet Valley, Baby-Sitters Club, American Girl etc. I mean, my favoritechildhood coloring book was one about the Arctic Circle.

Anyway, my favorite of those was The Bobbsey Twins At Snow Lodge. Such a delightfulwish-fulfillment  book, that one.  Some of the highlights:

1)     The obligatory mystery was set in this tiny cozycabin battered by snowstorms and the twins all had to spend Christmas there! Mybb id was so pleased at all the loving descriptions of wind howling and crazycold snow falling because in tiny!me’s head, they were sort of like the typhoons we get all the time, except excitinglydifferent.

2)     Of course, by the awesomeness of coincidence,their two cousins had to get away from their parents for Christmas too, becausePlot Reasons, and the Bobbseys are only too glad to take them in. “We can havea cousin Christmas!” I played with my cousins almost every weekend at thattime, and I thought that was most excellent.

3)     Copious and charming descriptions of hotchocolate, of a grandfatherly guy who drove an actual sleigh around town givingpresents to children, of having dress-up parties because there was nothing todo (and I loved that, because we did that too!), of a secret undergroundpassage that of course was  connected to the cabin, and of an oldfashioned Christmas where you had to hand-makeyour presents for your loved ones. I was so charmed.

4)     Back to the hot chocolate, because seriously. Inone of the scenes where the twins are fighting a sudden snowstorm to get backto their  cabin (which was another thing that pleased my tiny id.Because parents totally let their 7-12 year old children go boating and hikingby themselves all the time, yup) theyhave to take a break and so they take shelter under a convenient tree. And oneof the cousins whips out a freaking chocolate bar and melts snow  using a thermos and a convenient lighter andmakes hot chocolate right then and there for all of them to enjoy. I was all D:D: D: hot chocolate that wasn’t Milo or chocolate balls (which, cacaofarming  is/was a thriving business in myhometown )?! What sorcery is this?!

(And um yes, at some point I tried that trick with a candleand a chocolate bar. It did not work and I was Sad.)

*even the Madeleine L’Engle one where Vicky is trapped on anisland in Antarctica! And that one Sweet Valley where they have to fight forsurvival in an ice cave! And the one where the Baby-sitters are getting creepedby a stalker in a ski lodge. Because hey, I always I knew they’d survive and atleast it wasn’t happening to me.

35: Name a book you consider to beterribly underrated

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 36: Name a book you consider to beterribly overrated

It kind of pains me to say, but whatI’ve read of the Lynburn books by Sarah Rees-Brennan.

 I wanted to like it! Her Demon series totally appealed me on a viscerallevel with its characters and the relationships between them (even though I willbe the first to admit that it’s really flawed as well). And the Lynburn series was set in a mysterious town with a spooky old house to be investigated –  it had a similar setting to so many adventurebooks I loved as a kid and a teen; it shouldhave been catnip to me.

 And yet I felt lie SR  was trying TOO much to pile the quirk andWhedon-esque dialogue on, to the point that they piled and piled and thecharacters did NOT feel like characters to me. They felt like caricatures. And therewere all the yay-ain’t-I-clever moments that threw me out of the story becausethat can’t possibly be realistic – likethe scene where the dad leaves her with Jared (who he doesn’t even know) in her room and all Dad can sayis wisecrack, wisecrack, wisecrack and he leaves them both for the night? Sorrybut no way an Asian parent is ever gonna act like that, EVER, no matter howcool they are.

 The thing that also really annoyedme is, it seems she gave all the big, juicy flaws to her male characters, andher female characters were just ‘quirkily nosy’ and ‘quirkily misanthropic ’but omg love them! Love them! Please love them, they’re awesome because I sayso! Eyeroll.  Just…eh, lady, do you nottrust me to love a girl character with huge flaws?

 Lastly, I quit in the second book becauseI kept seeing exchanges like this, which… say what you will about MaggieStiefvater, but she is still way better at writing a realistic woke teenager.For example, I like that scene where Blue tells off the condescending old guy (withAdam quietly supporting) because her dialogue doesn’t seem to me so darn contrivedand Tumblr-post-perfect as SR’s above. Those scenes were all over the place and they just threw me out of the book. As in, I stopped reading.

 And okay, people love this series alot, maybe for the same reasons I dislike what I’ve read of it. That’s cool . Ijust get a bit bristly when it’s touted as soooo much better than herprevious  one, because for me, sometimesless is more.

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Sooo I was watching a video on YouTubes about ghost experiences and the person telling them asked for some more in the comments and I decided to dive into my childhood lol

These stories are all 100+% true and that is okay I guess. So when me and my fam moved from Arizona to South Dakota, we moved into this house that was pretty crappy at first. We were gonna renovate it, so that didn't bother us. Well, actually the maroon carpet in the BATHROOM BOTHERED US. WHAT KIND OF MONSTER PUTS CARPET IN A BATHROOM?!?! But, hey, aside from that, we got settled in and redid practically the whole house. One day I was sitting up in my room on the second floor and everyone else was in the attic. I think we were going to make lunch or something so we were all supposed to go downstairs, but I wanted to clean up my room a bit. After everyone else was already downstairs eating or whatever, I left my room and as I was passing the attic door, I saw the shadow of a woman pass the top of the attic stairs. It creeped me out a bit, to say the least but it didn't really freak me out so much that I wanted to leave the premises immediately and Salt and Burn™. What DID freak me out completely however was this one time when I was playing in my room. I heard something like scratching coming from my closet. I got up and opened it and there was a woman with long, tangled black hair covering her face hanging from the ceiling. She was wearing a white dress and I know it sounds like a cliche horror movie but I was in fourth grade at the time and I about shit my pants seeing a creepy lady hanging in my closet!! I screamed and slammed the closet door and ran downstairs to get my dad and when he came up to my room and opened my closet, she was gone. To this day, I, an 18- almost 19-year-old who shouldn't be afraid of no ghost still can't bring myself to go near that damn closet door!! Now, when I was really little, I had a lot of freak outs over the thought of death and the afterlife and what would happen after someone died, but by the time we moved from Arizona, I was over it. Like, my parents had explained death to me and helped me by finding different views of the afterlife to believe in, but that is a whole other different story. After finding this creepy ghost lady in my closet, it kinda started up again. I had a hard time sleeping and I of course didn't want to be in my room alone, so my mom sat me down one night and tried to reassure me that our house was not haunted by the ghost of a lady because the previous owner was a guy who died from cancer in a hospital. That didn't make me feel any better, but at least I stopped having trouble going to sleep. I sometimes freak out about this today but I try not to so much. It's more of an internalized freak out now. To be honest, I don't really know of what my mom had told me was true or not, or if she just wanted me to quit bothering her and go to sleep. I get the sneaking suspicion that she was lying and whenever I bring up my creepy ghost friend, she doesn't remember. Great. We actually have two cisterns (basically a creepier version of a well) in our backyard that were really deep and one of them caused a small sinkhole so hey, if someone died in there or hanged herself and had her body dumped in one of them, I don't actually want to know. I mean, I feel bad for you, Ghost Lady, but any confirmation will just scare me shitless at this point. Also I wouldn't be surprised. The town burned down twice and moved closer to some train tracks once. The train tracks are buried and there aren't any trains near us for about 50 miles at least, but sometimes we hear random train whistles and train track noises and I'm not the only one who points them out in my town. Which is good. This means I'm not totally crazy. ANYWAY, the creepy lady in my closet and the shadow in the attic aren't the only creepy things that happened to me. Sometimes when I'm home alone, I could be sitting in our living room and there will be footsteps in the kitchen. Since it's an old house, this could be chalked up to the house settling. But that doesn't explain seeing objects like cups and knives move a little bit on the counter. Or the next creepy thing!! When my little brother was born (I was in middle school), my room was moved to the first floor. Since everyone else slept on the second floor, I used this to my advantage and stayed up all night reading (yay!!). One night while I was reading with a flashlight, I started hearing whispers. I thought it was my mom and dad at first so I hid under my blankets and was as quiet as I could be turning the pages to my book. Then the whispers got louder and they were coming closer and it was becoming apparent to me that they were not, in fact, coming from my mom and dad. For one thing, there were more than two voices whispering at different pitches, and for another, I could not make out what the hell these whispers were saying!! I was scared to all heck and I just laid there as still as can be, and I have ADHD so that is saying something. I just laid there listening to the whispers and thinking about all the horror movies I had seen and wondering if I was gonna die at the hand of a creepy gang of ghosts when the next thing I knew it was morning and my flash light was out of juice. After that, I tried to fall asleep before 3:00 AM because I had heard somewhere that that was the demon hour and I didn't know what time exactly the whispers came about but, y'know, just to be safe. Then a few years later, in my junior year of high school, we renovated the attic and that became my room, which was cool if I didn't think about the ghost lady's shadow. I kept two nightlights on at all times and had a CD or the radio playing on repeat just to keep it from being too quiet and creepy. All was fine and dandy up until a few months ago. I was up late again, reading and watching funny videos and I would just like to stress how super super late it was. It was around 2 or 3 in the morning when I thought that I heard the whispers again. At first I thought it was my CD playing, but I could separate the music from the whispers. I paused my video and listened. And guess what? THE DAMN WHISPERS WERE BACK. I decided that I was having none of that shit and got my earbuds and listened to YouTube videos until I fell asleep. I'm graduated and moving out, so I honestly don't know what other shit is going to happen in my life, but I will take creepy ghost ladies in my closets anyway over stalkers and serial killers any day, because in the words of Dean Winchester, "Monsters I can understand, humans are a completely different story," or something like that. Idk. It's been awhile since I've seen that episode. I think it was #ThinMan. Anyway, if you got this far, thanks for reading my somewhat terrifying paranormal experiences!! They are all 100% real and some of them have actually caused problems in my life. I do have this one story that happened at my grandmas house that is kinda cool. Imma tell it real quick cos it isn't that long and then I'll be done for now lol My friend was playing at my gma's house with my cousins and I and we were all heading upstairs to play in the toy room. My and my friend were in front and the little kiddos were behind us and the toy room door was right in behind the railing, cos the stairs turned with the edge of the wall, if that makes any sense, so when we saw a guy in a nightgown move past the open doorway and go through the toy room door, me and my friend kinda sorta maybe freaked the fuck out and that in turn freaked the little kids out and we all went running back downstairs crying and that was the reason behind the little kids thinking that there was a monster living upstairs in my grandma's house. It used to be a boarding house and that was the only time we had ever seen that ghost, at least to my knowledge, but it still creeped us out. And by the way, the toy room door opened into the room instead of out into the hallway so that was how the ghost guy could walk through it. And the adults went upstairs to check for intruders and they didn't find any, so we know it wasn't another hooman. Thanks for reading and baaiiii have a good day/night you are loved!!