#title: (graveyard shift)

[starrysharks]

zombie wanting to eat the flesh of their loved ones as a way of showing affection ‼️‼️

[zahroreadsthings]

The graveyard shift...

Question: Do you watch the lights or help with the nets?

Response: Help with the nets. Lex doesn't look like they want to be near the tools.

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'I'll do the nets,' you say. Lex doesn't look like they want to be near the tools. They nod.

The place they pointed out isn't a cave like you were expecting. Part of a cliff's base was worn away until all that remains now is a platform sheltered by the cliff above it. A dip in the rock blocks the lantern's light from reaching the anchor.

Zulfiya crawls into the opening and you follow. The rock above you is low enough to touch while you're sitting down, and the shelf is wet under your hands. It's safe now but when the tide comes in it'll be underwater.

'When do we start worrying about the tide?' you ask.

Zulfiya looks up in alarm. 'The what.'

'This place'll be safe for a few hours,' Lex says. They station themself off the shelf to keep an eye on the lights.

The lantern Zulfiya sets between you lights up little pools of water in the uneven rock. She makes a sound of disgust. You catch her fingers tremble as she unhooks smaller nets from one belt and spills metal rings from a pouch on another.

She rubs her temples. 'They're being loud.' She crawls out and takes a few steps towards the anchor. 'Shut up! I'm coming back soon!'

You can only hear the waves and birds. Lex looks like they might be sick.

Zulfiya returns and twists open a few metal rings that she uses to attach two nets together. You follow her lead.

You work in silence. Zulfiya occasionally makes a comment about how loud it is and at one point runs her fingers over the rock like she's looking for something.

When the metal rings from her pouch are used up she asks, 'How do the lights look?'

'Dimmer but still there,' Lex replies.

She takes off a necklace and separates the links, letting the twisted rings fall to the rock. You pick them up and start attaching more nets.

'Will this be big enough?' You're not sure if you'll have time to do this again.

'Yeah. The rings pick up more than just the net. But they'll burn out,' she complains. 'I'll need to get new ones.'

When the net's complete you lean back on your hands and wait. Outside of the lantern's circle of light is only the dim moonlight. The birds have stopped calling.

Lex says faintly, 'The lights are out.'

Zulfiya drapes the net over her arm and crawls out again. You take the lantern and follow her. She doesn't wait for you and is already walking back to the anchor. Lex pulls you to your feet.

[appealingtonobody]

[callixton]

i think i do actually need to write Some of these feelings into something or i’m going to explode. tbqh

[captainjamesjoneshook]

@vixey-chakraborty

It was pretty much a cliché that people hated on hospitals these days. Which was fair, they weren't exactly somewhere you went to have a nice day! But James? James loathed the hospital. He only went when he absolutely had to, like when he'd broken his wrist back in grade school. That had been major motivation to never have to come back!

Because it was a hot spot for ghosts. You catch eyes with the wrong person walking around in a paper gown and boom they were on you like an annoying piece of plastic that wouldn't just go in the rubbish bin. They always wanted something! He'd had a major surgery but noooo, their problems needed to come first!

This one had been in his room all bloody day, trying to get him to respond and when he couldn't get to sleep because of their chattering, James knew he needed to get out. Strict bed rest be damned.

Working out of anger and spite, he managed to haul himself out of the bed and into the wheel chair everyone had been telling him he was going to have to use. He'd grabbed whatever tubes attached to him and worked the door open until he was free, rolling away from the obnoxious spirit and down the halls of Swynlake General.

Graveyard Shift || Pirate Fox

[dp-marvel94]

Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 1

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

Word Count: 3346

Next Chapter->

Also on A03

Note:

Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my story for Invisobang 2024! It has been a long time coming and I am so excited to finally share it with you all!

As you can see, this story is the second in a series. For those who read "Hope Can Be Heavy Thing to Hold," this is its much anticipated (by me at least) sequel! Part of me doubted this day would ever come. It's been almost 5 years since I wrote Hope and while I always planned that there would be more to the story, life (and other phic ideas XD) kept side-tracking me. My writing has changed and improved at lot since the end of 2019. And I really hope those lessons produced a better story than otherwise.

For those joining from Invisobang, welcome! Please do not feel intimidated by the fact that this is a sequel. My hope is that this will be a enjoyable story, even without that background. (Though if anyone gets curious and checks out the previous work, I will not complain of course XD)

Since this work was written as part of Invisobang, I was lucky enough to work with two wonderful artists. @suzukiblu made this lovely artwork and posted it here . @mysterious-ink-slime made her own piece, link to be added once it's posted. A huge thanks to both of them! Go give their art all the love!

Also, a special note on the title! For years, I had my heart set on naming this sequel after this particular GFM song and now I have! Graveyard of Identities by Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh; you can watch the music video here . This song is about the transforming power of pain, letting the old die, and rising as someone new. To me, it compliments the theme of this story perfectly. Special thanks to CJ and Maggie for inspiring me with their art and listening to me talk about my own.

And the specialist thanks to my sister, @nervousdragonrebelpie , for listening to me ramble about this story for months. This story is much better thanks to her listening ear and thoughtful suggestions.

Finally, thank to all you readers. I love and appreciate all your support and encouragement. And I eagerly await all your thoughts and feelings and screaming at me in the comments. XD Happy reading!

Was this… death? 

Floating sightless, soundless. Almost without thought. Too far away and hazy for fear. Just the numb warmth of darkness. 

Drifting without form, the fragile center lay exposed. Something gently brushed. Cradling mist; Soft pin-pricks of cloud. Smell-sight-taste of green, old pennies and lime. The feelings arose, more shapes of ideas than anything real.

The world shifted, brightening into bleary focus. Something inside stirred, the sensation like blinking without eyes. Awareness flickered sharper and then dim. Sharper, then dim. 

A vibration caught on his consciousness. Many and small and gently plopping like… rain. Rain, streaming down, around, through. Understanding slowly dawned and then… awe.

Green, crisp and bright as a spring day, overcame him. It flowed in, warm and safe and all encompassing. It filled his mind, every part of himself. 

And… Mind. He had a mind, a self. He existed. He was a person. He was still here. Maybe he wasn’t-

Darkness rushed back, like a wave crashing on the shore. A gentle death-like sleep took him.

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Suddenly he was falling. Air rushed passed and bonelessly, he impacted. 

The shock of cold stole his breath more than the crash. Something light and airy cushioned his fall, his face half buried in the chill.

Heavily, his eyes dragged open. White filled his dim vision. In the distance…. The sound tickled his ear, an electric roar. Struggling, his gaze drifted up. Blurry silver and blue shapes quickly approached. 

His mind crawled, thought unreachable. Unable to process, unable to move, mind and body weighed down by crushing exhaustion. 

But confusion chipped at the edge, clawing for purchase. Fear, familiar and ever present, lingered under the surface, though neither rose to awareness, the fatigue too great.

Darkness pulled him down again.

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Beeping near his head crashed through the darkness. He was lying down, soft plushness underneath him. Familiar… too familiar…. 

A slimy voice echoed in his head. ‘Son, you're awake.’ 

The boy’s heart rate spiked, a jolt of panic. Burning red eyes flashed in his mind, a clawed hand squeezing his wrist. 

He gasped, whole body flinching. Blurry eyes flickered open to all consuming white. Dread surged. No. This couldn’t-

The beeping grew louder, followed by the cacophony of pounding feet.

The boy flailed weakly, heavy body struggling to move. In his elbow… something hard and cold. His arm jerked violently, other hand scrambling. A stab of pain, a release of pressure. Cold wetness welled up, a flash of green on pale skin. 

‘Now Daniel. Stop being difficult.’

No, not Daniel. Never Daniel. Danny. His name was Danny.

“Great One, calm down. You are safe.” A calm voice cut through A furry, horned face… wearing a surgical mask?

Panic swelled. Who? Where? What? This wasn’t-

A different, higher voice. “You are safe, Great One.” 

Great One? No, that wasn’t… His mind scrambled for purchase, words and thoughts slipping. 

“His ecto-pressure is dangerously elevated.” “He’s going into shock.” “Sedate him.” 

He didn’t... Where was he? Where was Vla-

The pinch of a needle, jabbed into his neck. No! He would be good. He didn’t need to be punished again-

Consciousness ripped away.

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An unknowable time later, Danny drifted up through the darkness. Soft and gentle. His heart beat slowly, a calm, even timbre. And he was, at last, aware.

Soft fabric under him, wrapped around his body. The quiet, ambient sounds of lights buzzed in his ears.  Far away water dripped. His own soft breathing. Soft white light ghosted over his eye lids. 

Said eyes blinked slowly, half-lidded. They felt so heavy. An experimental wiggle of his fingers… the boy groaned, sudden sensation hitting him. Everything ached, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. Every inch of his skin felt raw and fresh, like it had been removed in pieces and now was newly reassembled. Like a weird gross puzzle.

Danny laughed at the idea and a second later, his lungs spasmed painfully. He let out another, louder groan.

“Great one?” A loud, worried voice cut through the air. 

His heart skipped a beat, the surge of fear returning. He’d woken up earlier, hadn’t he? Laying on his back, beeping by his head, all consuming white. And now… He finally registered the towering figure at his bedside. 

“Who…?” His voice shook, weak and unused. “Where…?”

The figure leaned closer, the face becoming visible. A furry muzzle, sharp teeth, icy horns. 

Danny tensed, a flash of panic. But… the wide, concerned blue eyes. A memory bloomed in his head.

Tightly hugging a white, furry yeti in an icy place.

Instantly, the boy relaxed. “Frostbite?” The names came out with hardly a thought, the knowledge just there in his head.

The yeti’s expression softened, visibly relieved. “Yes, it is me.” A gentle paw gripped his shoulder. “Relax. You are safe.”

Safe…. The word ran in his mind. It felt like an impossible improbability. But… Frostbite was a friend, right? The yeti’s kind eyes and jovial laugh rose in his mind, the image strangely distant. 

Danny let out a breath, a surge of relief coursing through him. But the action made him grimace, nose wrinkling.

“Are you in pain?” Frostbite asked eagerly. “Here, allow me.” He fiddled with one of the tubes attached to Danny at his elbow, just passed the sleeve of what was maybe a hospital gown. A plunger depressed. “That should dull the ache.”

The boy gasped as something cold entered his vein. He blinked rapidly, surprised as the pain dulled to a small pin prick in the back of his mind.

“Wow…. That’s… that’s so much better.” He smacked his dry lips.

“Water?” The yeti offered. A glass with a straw appeared and with a flip of a switch, the bed shifted under him, allowing him to recline.

The cup lifted to his lips, Danny drank shakingly. The cool water soothed his sand-papery throat, a blessed respite after… after….

He couldn’t remember. That sent a stab of worry. But he was here with Frostbite, one of his friends. Allies? The shape of that felt right. He’d gotten here, somehow. Wherever here was.

Finally the boy swallowed. “Where am I?”

“In our medical facility.” Frostbite answered. “You have been in and out of consciousness for quite a while. This is your first time being coherent on awakening.”

Quite a while…. It was coming back to him now. He only remembered waking up that last time, panicked at the sound of the beeping by his head. His eyes flitted to the device… a heart monitor. 

That was… strangely familiar. His stomach twisted with dread, echoes of previous panic. The heart monitor reminded him of before. He had been… somewhere, somewhere bad. His mouth felt dry, the memory just out of reach… 

Danny swallowed. “How did I get here?”

“You triggered a perimeter beacon.” The yeti said, voice taking on a grave tone. “A patrol found you in the snow, unconscious and dangerously unstable. The guards rushed you here and we attended you. It was… We were worried for a long while, that your injury was too great.” His voice wavered with emotion, an air of heavy grief. “That you would… leave us. But…” A watery smile bloomed. “The most dangerous part has passed. You are recovering wonderfully. And you are finally awake.”

“Yeah….” That was… a lot. Danny’s brow furrowed. His mind swam, relief, sadness, and… a mounting unease clashing. 

Frostbite seemed to pick up on the feeling. “What is it, Great One?”

“I don’t…” He bit his lip. “That’s… a lot. Thank you for finding me and saving me. I’m grateful, really grateful. I…I know I’m safe. But…” His insides twisted, a queasy feeling. “I…I apparently almost died and I don’t… don’t remember what happened.”

The yeti’s eyes rounded, the concern turning worried. “What is the last thing you remember?”

Before… the heart monitor beeping near his head, a room with white sheet and fancy wooden furniture. A man with white hair, a smug smile, and red eyes.

“Vlad.” The knowledge hit him like a truck. “I was at Vlad’s mansion!” Danny jolted, trying to sit up more fully with a wince.

“The other half ghost?” Frostbite put a paw on his arm, gently lowering him back to the bed. “You are enemies, are you not?”

“He… he kidnapped me.” More images flashed. The plain, impersonal bedroom. The metal panels of the training room. The trap door in the greenhouse. “Vlad kidnapped me. He was…keeping me captive.” His face wrinkled in a grimace. “He made me call him Dad and train with him and watch football…” 

“Plasmius keeping you captive.” Frostbite looked just as stricken. “That is worrying….”

Danny’s stomach turned, sickened. “He… he hurt me.” Vlad’s hand across his face, electricity searing his limbs, locked in a small dark space. “He did something to my mind.” The jar of Lethean water, the tree with red and blue berries. “I didn’t remember anything. He was trying to brainwash me into being his… his perfect son but…”

He was missing something, something big. The gap loomed, dark and constricting. His voice quickened, from something uneasy and wary to panic. “I can’t… I can’t remember.”

“It is alright.” The yeti tried to soothe. 

The calm voice failed to ease the distress. “I can’t remember.” But… the dark, earthen passage. The lab, bathed in green portal light. Jars and beakers, tables and weapons. The foreboding door. “I was… I was in the lab. I was trying to escape but…” Broken glass and metal, spilled ectoplasm. Vlad’s mocking voice. “He… he interrupted me.”

Danny’s blood chilled, dread dropping in his stomach like a stone. He saw it as clearly as Frostbite across from him.

Vlad’s face set in a sneer, as hellish as the vampire he played at. The taser in Danny’s hand. He jabbed with it but… too late. The man caught his wrist, fingers squeezing. ‘You oppose me at every turn.’

“Vlad… he broke my wrist.” Numbly, the boy stared down at his right hand. The wrist was unwrapped, no sign of the fracture. He felt sick. 

“I tried to fight him.” Electricity pouring from his hands, Vlad twitching on the floor. “But I wasn’t… wasn’t strong enough.”

Harsh, hateful words echoed in his mind, too far away to remember. Tears had been on his face, back there in the lab and…. Now, here in the medical wing. 

Frostbite said something, paws moving toward his face but all Danny could see…

On the floor, Vlad looming over him, his eyes insane, full of dark possessiveness. Agony gnawed at Danny’s heart, the feeling of his world crashing down around him.

“He held me down, electrocuted me.” Danny trembled, the tears falling. “I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back. It… it hurt, my core hurt so much.”

A look of understanding, of revelation flashed on Frostbite’s face. But the boy barely registered. Just the comforting furry arms moving to embrace him.

Hands and feet, cold and tingly… then wet. Ectoplasm welling, sickly neon green. “I…I started melting.” Danny froze in Frostbite’s hold, eyes wide and devastated. “Vlad shocked me and I started mel.. melting.” 

His hands and feet dissolving away, staring at the ceiling through his tears. “Vlad… he tried to… to kill me. He tried to kill me.”

That was it. That must have been it, the earth-shattering thing he was forgetting. The green spreading to his shoulders, his hips. His core locking up, shaking with agonizing shocks. 

In his mind, Vlad hovered over him, shouting. A boom, metal crumpling, sudden icy chill. He couldn’t move. Helpless. He was going to die…

In Frostbite’s arms, Danny shook. “I… I thought I was going to die.” Sudden silence. A figure kneeling over him, unseen through his tears. “I was melting… I… I couldn’t move.”

His heart ached with longing. Familiar faces flashed in his mind. His parents, Sam and Tucker, Jazz. “I…I just wanted to go home. I barely remembered them, barely remembered who I was.” The memory flickered, finding his parents’ picture in the book in Vlad’s office, his real name printed in the pages, and the sheer joy that had overtaken him. “I just wanted to go home.” He was trying to go home to his friends and family but… 

In the lab, a mouth hung above him, lips making the words ‘I’m sorry.’

Danny recoiled at the memory, burying his face into Frostbite’s fur. It… it didn’t make sense. Vlad would never say he was sorry. He couldn’t remember… but he was dying, his mind swimming, far away and terrified and- 

“I didn’t want to die!” The boy practically screamed. The force of the words, the sudden realization had him violently pushing himself from the yeti’s arms. “Am I dead?!”

“No. No. No.” Danny pulled at his hair. He’d barely gotten to live and now he was dead. “I can’t… I can’t be dead.”

“No, great one.” Frostbite’s paws appeared on his arms, gently pulling his tugging fingers from his hair. “You are not dead.”

Danny blinked, the panic rushing out of him. His heart, or the illusion of one, still pounded, yet shaking arms gently lowered “But…. but I melted.” He flinched at his own words, the next coming out quiet, pained. “How?”

The yeti chief’s brow furrowed. “You said you were in your enemy's lab when this happened. Perchance, do you remember a portal there?”

The boy’s brow furrowed, surprised by the question. “Yes?”

Frostbite nodded gravely. “I suspect you teleported into the Realms.” Danny’s lack of understanding must have been obvious on his face, because the yeti’s expression softened, voice soft and slow like he was talking to a hurt child. “Teleporting is one of your abilities, even if it has not developed fully yet. When your body… dissipated, you would have been reduced down to your core.”

“My core?” Danny looked down at his chest, raising a shaky hand to it.

“Yes.” The yeti nodded. “Grievous injuries will condense a ghost into their core. As long as the central part of their being remains intact, a ghost can survive. But,” Worried eyes fixed on the half ghost. “Cores will crack and fade if there is a deficiency of ectoplasm.”

The boy’s mouth felt dry. “Like in the human world.”

“As in the material realm, yes.” Frostbite agreed. “In a last ditch effort to save you, your core mostly likely used the last of its energy to teleport into an ectoplasm rich environment.“

“So I went through the portal.” Danny bit his lip, voice shaky. “But…I don’t remember that. Why don’t I remember that?”

The yeti gently reached forward, pulling the ghost boy once again into his arms. “Most ghosts do not remember the time spent as just their core. It is like… your human sleep, I believe. Or unconsciousness.”

“Yeah…” That made a type of sense. Distantly, Danny remembered darkness, the feeling of drifting, disconnection from his senses. He swallowed. “So I ended up in the Zone. What then?”

“You presumably drifted for a while.” Frostbite motioned to the boy’s core. “The scans of your core we took while you were unresponsive suggested you had recently re-formed. This is consistent with your lack of external injuries. You most likely came back together in the ectoplasmic nebula near our island.”

Danny’s brow furrowed for a long moment, mind processing. Finally… “I… re-formed? What… what does that mean?”

“Your core rebuilt your body using the surrounding ectoplasm.” A large paw patted the boy’s back. “You are fortunate you drifted into a nebula. The plentiful, active ectoplasm creates a rich, bountiful area for injured ghosts to re-form, and for the new creation of many others. And you found yourself so close to friends…” Frostbite smiled encouragingly. “The Divine must smile on you, indeed.”

The half ghost did not feel very encouraged. He stared at his hands, insides twisting. “So this is a new body…” He shakily removed his gloves, eyes trailing over the familiar fingers. The short, round fingernails, the light green skin, every crinkled line in his palm… everything looked the same as he remembered but… “Are you sure I’m not a full ghost?”

Frostbite squeezed one shoulder comfortingly. “Yes, I am sure. I myself saw your internal anatomy continues to reflect that of your human body. And on your core, the ability to transform between your two forms remains visible as well.”

Danny let out a sigh of relief. He looked at his hands again. Suddenly… he needed to be human again, needed to see that he was still alive. His aura flickered, mind searching for the trigger.

“Do not try to change yet.” The yeti gently reprimanded. 

Disappointment rushed through the boy, guilty unease flickering. Had he done something wrong?

But Frostbite continued before he could ask why. “The potential for your human form still exists, but without real world matter to reassemble it, it is inaccessible. We have been providing material world water and nutrients to you intravenously but your body still requires more time to recover.”

“Oh.” Danny nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. Wait..” His eyes widened, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “What do you mean you saw my internal anatomy yourself?” He side-eyed the yeti.

With that, Frostbite’s face turned apologetic. “My apologies, Great One. I mean, we had to perform surgery.” His expression turned serious, crinkled with worry. “Our scans found a foreign object embedded in your core. It was periodically electrocuting you, causing… dissolution in your extremities.”

The boy’s eyes widened, stomach twisting. Frostbite had said at the beginning that it had been touch and go for a long while there but…

“It was worsening so…” The yeti paused for a moment there, arms gently squeezing the shaken boy. “The other doctors and I performed surgery and extracted it.” 

Well, that was a relief. After a moment, Danny swallowed. “Can I see it?”

Frostbite paused, giving him a searching look. “Are you certain?”

Decisively, the boy nodded. “Yes.”

“Very well.” With that, the chief opened his arms, gently placing Danny back on the bed.

The boy had a long moment to blush, just realizing. He’d been sitting in the ghost’s lap for most of that conversation, like he was a little kid. He wiped his face with his hands, trying to shrug off the embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the yeti stood, rifling through drawers. After about several seconds, he returned. Frostbite gravely presented the jar. 

Wordlessly, Danny took the container between his hands. He studied the contents. A tiny metal strip laid there innocently, y shaped and as long as the end of his pinky. “This is it.” A lump formed in his throat. “This is what Vlad used to… to try and kill me.”

The full ghost’s face scrunched up, eyes alight with anger. “I had suspected this device was the cause of your injury. To violate one's core like this…” His nostrils flared, expression positively murderous. 

Danny swallowed, eyes just starting to widen.

Then Frostbite sighed. Again, compassionate eyes turned to the half ghost. “I vow Plasmius will never touch you again, not with the might of the Far Frozen standing beside you.” He shook his head. “Still, I am relieved you escaped.” A paw squeezed his shoulder. “The Divine delivered you to our paws and found you safety. I am much joyed to see you recovering.”

Danny’s heart squeezed, warmed by the words. The boy slumped, heaving a sigh. “I… thanks for taking care of me.” Still… his insides twisted, overwhelmed by it all. 

“It is my pleasure, Great One.” Frostbite beamed.

The boy grimaced. “Can you call me Danny? Please?”

“Danny, then.” The yeti nodded seriously.

The half ghost forced a smile. He really was grateful to Frostbite. He appreciated the comfort, but… 

The boy yawned, a sudden tiredness coming over him.

“Ah, I should leave you to rest.” The chief stood. “Press this button if you are in need of any assistance. Sleep well, Danny.”

“Thanks.” The half ghost nodded. 

With that, the yeti left. The door closed and Danny was alone. Soon, despite his anxiously twisting insides, sleep took him again.

[dgybbvrcsacgswtcbkyv]

Kinchana?

Hanni Pham x fem!reader

Warnings: reader suffers from anxiety/anxiety attacks & low self-esteem

a/n: erm.. thought I’d give writing a try. Any feedback is appreciated. This also might be pt1 depending on if anyone even reads this lol. (Title might make sense later?)

Also, I have used some Korean words I hope they're correct.

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You’re awake before your alarm goes off. The same blue haze which sets over you every time you wake greets you. Along with a weight settling on your chest. You’re used to this feeling. But it’s still uncomfortable so you place a hand over your chest and apply pressure, as expected, it doesn’t help. This has merely become a force of habit now. You ignore it as usual and get ready for work. 

Clad in your oversized blue jeans and oversized tee, you walk towards the grocery shop where you work. Plugging in your wired earphones to the tiny mp3, you play the song you’ve had on repeat for the past week. Ever since you came to Korea you’ve always preferred not to use your phone much, finding that it only increases your anxiety. So you’ve taken it upon yourself to find little alternatives that don’t require the internet.

The shop bell jingles as you enter with a greeting, “Morning Ahjumma”. 

“Ahh you’re here?” she gives you the usual response. You’ve been working for Ms. Kim for a little over 3 months and you were still learning Korean. Thankfully, she knew basic English and was always helping you out. You begin your usual day of work, going through your tasks. Taking stock of inventory, arranging deliveries and creating some displays. 

It’s about midday when you hear the sound of reversing coming from the truck that brings stocks. You come out from the back of the store. “Ahjumma, I’ve told you to call me when the boxes arrive. Please don’t lift them by yourself.” You scold Ms. Kim as you run over to take the box from her hands. She’s not that old, being in her 50s, but you knew she’s been developing back problems and you didn’t want it to get worse for her. 

“Stop treating me like a halmeoni. Do I look like a halmeoni to you?” she sniped at you. “Yes. Absolutely.” You replied with a poker face. She grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a fly swatter and started to beat you with it. Not for real, of course-you could barely feel the swatter touch you. Yet you faked groans of pain and pretended to scream for help. Both of you were chuckling at your own antics when the doorbell jingled indicating the arrival of a customer so both of you ceased your little k-drama in order to appear sane. 

You heard multiple feet enter as your back was turned to them. “Annyeonghaseyo” Ms Kim greeted them with a bow. Without so much as a glance at the customers, you retreated to the back of the store with the box you were carrying. Being an introvert as well as not being fluent in Korean, you didn’t fancy dealing much with customers. Ms. Kim was usually the one handling the cashier unless it was the graveyard shift. Which you usually took over since it meant less customers. 

Ready to make the several trips to unload all the boxes, you go to the front of the shop again. The delivery guys had piled the boxes outside the door. You bent down to pick one up—God, how could soft drink bottles be so heavy? and started to make your way to the door. Now, the door is automatic so you weren’t worried about having to open it. However, what you didn’t expect was the girl who was walking right into you. She was looking back and chatting excitedly to her friend, and you, being your introverted, dumbass, awkward self, was trying to back out of her way instead of verbally warning her. You weren’t quick enough and she bumps into you. 

A gasp leaves her mouth as she turns around and the box almost escapes your grip. You catch it and tighten your grip before it falls. Thank God, cause otherwise it would’ve definitely landed on yours AND her toes. “Oh! I’m so sorry” she quickly replies. Awkward as ever, with box still in your hands, a hurried apology comes from you as well and you bow to her. You look up and have a proper look at her for the first time and your mouth hangs open.

She was gorgeous. Like.. she looked like a 'first love''. That’s the only way you could describe her. Your brain short circuits and words elude you. You force yourself back to Earth and quickly give her another bow and shuffle away from the door so she and her friends can exit. You notice the friend right beside her, wearing a thick pair of glasses and almost a head taller than her, stifling a laugh as she drags the beautiful girl away. 

What you failed to notice was, she also malfunctioned upon coming into such close contact with you. Hence why she had to be dragged away. 

[pikslasrce]

feeling a bit like her rn

coming up w story ideas? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡🧠💕💕💞💓💥🤓

coming up w titles for them? 👽🤡💩

[stevie-petey]

not sure if this has been sent before but rewatching season 3 and the scene where the group are together visiting ms driscol and el and max are reading comics, maybe a blurb about bug introducing them to comics in the summer before it all went wrong again? like her and steve are hanging out and they burst in declaring they are having a girls day/sleepover and wanted comics to read

i LOVE doing some max/el content with big <33

enjoy !

"you dont have to be here, you know."

"i know, but the one day im free from robin, youre stuck at work." steve shrugs, hopping up onto the counter so he can sit. he plucks a discarded pen and tosses it between his hands. "had to enjoy my day somehow, right?"

you stack a book onto the shelf and roll your eyes at him. "because everyone agrees that a dying bookstore is loads of fun to be in for hours on end."

"hey, i thought we agreed not to use the 'd' word?" steve clicks the pen a few times, eyes following you as you tidy around the store.

"my bad," clearing your throat, you look pointedly at him. "what i meant to say is that Bookstrordinary is as lively as a graveyard now due to stupid Starcourt."

"you know that i only have a job because of the mall, right?"

"youre terrible at comforting me."

its steves turn to roll his eyes, only his is done with fondness rather than annoyance. your hair is tied up to keep out of your eyes and youre wearing a denim dress to combat the junes unexpected heat. steve had grown so used to your usual wardrobe of sweaters and flannels that the sight of you showing so much skin leaves him breathless still.

deciding that you look too good today (youre always beautiful to him), steve gets down from the counter and follows after you. his body aches to be close to yours, his hands itch to trace the exposed skin. but he cant. you arent his, steve still hasnt managed to say the three words that sit inside his chest.

"im sorry, angel. how must i comfort you?" he asks, taking a few books from you instinctively. steve could work an entire shift at bookstrordinary at this point with his eyes closed.

you turn to him, eyes shining. "well, if youre really feeling sympathetic, id happily accept your fathers money for some ice cream-"

"you get free ice cream from me every day."

"with your employee discount. but richard harringtons money? i need it, steve."

"okay, im feeling really used right now-"

the store bell rings and a storm of red hair and giggles interrupt your conversation with steve. the laughter is familiar, the sound a welcomed surprise. immediately you leave steve behind as you rush to the front to greet the girls.

"max! el!" before they can argue, you pull them in for a hug. their skin is damp from sweat, but you dont care. you hardly see the girls these days, theyre always off with the boys or together on their own. while youre happy theyre finally friends, you cant help but miss them.

"hi, y/n." el greets you enthusiastically. her hair is a mess, shes wearing one of hoppers old shirts.

max stands next to her, hair a wild mess of red strands from the humidity. "we got bored," she tells you, eyes already roaming around the store. "you got anything good in here?"

"it depends on what you guys are looking for." you inform her. youve come to learn what everyone in the party enjoys reading. for el, she loves fairy tales, mike and dustin enjoy science fiction, lucas and max prefer more thriller and horror, while will loves fantasy.

steve grabs a handful of books for the girls, hes also come to learn what genre the kids read, and places them on the table. "heres my selection of fine reading."

"and by 'fine reading', he means books i already set aside for you guys." you nudge steve playfully, which the girls giggle at.

"same thing."

el carefully looks through the books, her finger pokes through the titles. while shes still learning how to read, shes slowly able to piece together the names and authors before her. she carefully reads through every title, eyes searching for something. when she doesnt find what shes looking for, she frows. "where is the man insect?"

"man insect?" steve looks at you, confused.

"the one with the webs."

neither max nor steve understand what el is asking, but you realize with excitement what shes referring to. "oh!" ducking down, you grab your personal stash of comics from the counters shelf and place them in front of the girls. "spider-man! here he is."

"that is the one!" el says happily, grabbing the first comic she can reach. "he is an insect."

"yes he is," you nod proudly at her. "ive taught you well."

max flicks through one of the comics with slight interest, shes curious, you can see it. "youve read spider-man with el?"

"yup, we used to read them all the time at the cabin. figured it was easy enough to understand while learning how to read. plus, spidey is the best."

"spider-man is very cool." el agrees.

steve practically melts when he hears this. eyes softening, he leans against you. "thats sickeningly adorable."

"ew, dude." max glares at him, disgusted. "we're right here, you know. go be pathetic somewhere else."

"i... i was here first." steve mumbles, slightly intimidated by the girl.

you laugh at him and place a gentle hand on his arm. "why dont you go write up some shipments for me while i introduce max to the man im going to marry someday?"

"you know peter parker isnt real, right?"

"i know, and it haunts me every day."

max shoves steve away from you, taking his place. "we're having a girls day, get lost."

"what-?"

"sorry, honey." you kiss steves cheek quickly before allowing max and el to tug you away. halfway across the store you shout behind you, "i'll make it up to you later!"

steve is left alone the rest of the day, basically taking over your shift for you. luckily with so few customers coming in these days, it isnt so bad. he mostly spends the day admiring you as you read spider-man to el and max. your eyes are lit up with raw adoration for the storylines and the girls lean into your every word. theyre wrapped around your finger, wound so tightly that theyve become one. while steve resents that peter parker has ruined your day together, he cant help but warm at the idea that the comics have brought the girls to you and have given you a rare, sunny day together.

hes willing to share you with the party if it means the soft, genuine smile that you get only when youre with them never leaves your face.

[cloudofash]

Kingdom Hearts is Like a Chess Game...And It Explains the Characters' Story Arcs

If you've played the series up until KH3 you should know that the story of Kingdom Hearts and the characters within our current tale are likened to pieces on a chess board an ample amount of times, especially where Eraqus and Xehanort's chess-like game are a literal re-enactment of the events of the KH3 Keyblade Graveyard war between Light and Darkness.

Despite Kingdom Hearts' chess-like game being well...chess-like and and not an exact 1:1 of chess, we know at the very least that there is a "King" piece within the Kingdom Hearts' chess game. With the introduction of Verum Rex (Verum meaning true Rex meaning King) in KH3 as well as one of the secret endings with Yozora in Re:Mind being titled "Falsus Rex" (False King) entertains the idea that our KH chess game maintains the same (or similar) chess pieces that regular chess has. That is, a King piece, Queen piece, 2 Rooks, 2 Knights, 2 Bishops and 8 Pawns.

This being said, I want to explore which Kingdom Hearts character is which chess piece.

We know there is a Verum Rex/True King and a Falsus Rex/False King. Yozora is the True King of his Quadratum Universe. The Kingdom Hearts universe is the unreality-reality mirror to Quadratum, meaning that there must be a True King in the Kingdom Hearts universe as well. The true "King" of the KH Realm is most likely Riku, the Keyblade's original and true chosen and he looks nearly identical to Yozora as opposite Kings on a chessboard would. The False King, in this particular case, would be Sora since he wasn't the Keyblade's true chosen and only obtained the power because Riku fell to darkness and his heart's light passed the Keyblade to Sora making him the replacement/fake. However, I don't believe being a False King is Sora's true role in the Kingdom Hearts game of chess. I believe that if Riku's heart never fell to darkness, Sora would be a completely different chess piece that I will get to later.

The other pieces contain a Queen, 2 Rooks, 2 Bishops, 2 Knights and 8 Pawns, giving us a 15 pieces (16 total if you include the King). Now in the Kingdom Hearts game of chess there are only 7 (original) Light Guardians, however in the final battle there are actually 10 Total Guardians: King Mickey, Sora, Aqua, Ventus, Axel, Kairi, (and Riku) are the original 7 and then Terra, Roxas and Xion join the fight after being saved. 12 if we count Donald and Goofy and 13 if we count Riku Replica, but it doesn't stop there. Namine made an appearance as well and helped shift the tide by finding Terra's Lingering Will and connecting him to the battle, and Master Yen Sid also joined the fight in the graveyard. The final piece and final character to help in the war is the light from the past, Ephemer.

In other words, we actually have all 16 chess pieces present in the Keyblade War (on both sides if we include Demyx, Vexen and the Xehanort Replicas as the final 3 to the 13 Darknesses). If we match the pieces with the characters I believe it goes something like this based not only on their role within the War but also their importance and contribution to the overall story. Please know that some of these positions can be debated:

Terra - Rook. Terra reconnecting with his Will and Body drastically alter the events of the Graveyard. TerraNort single-handedly defeated all of the Guardians and Terra's intervention stopped them from losing and altered the timeline altogether. Plus, Terra was also carrying the Heart of Master Eraqus who ultimately ended the war by stopping Xehanort. Considering Terra's value to the War, I can't view him as any piece less than a Rook.

Ephemer - Rook. Though he plays a minimal role in the entire Keyblade Graveyard war and no role at all in the entire Xehanort Saga, his small appearance is what saves the wielders from total demise yet again to the Giant Demon Tide. Since he saved Light from expiring at the part in time where they were destined to expire he is a crucial chess piece. And for those who know chess, the Rook piece is required for a "castling" a move that saves the King (or again, the False King) which is exactly, to me, what Ephemer did.

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Namine - Bishop. Her action of calling Terra changed the tide drastically. However, I will place her position as debateable as there may be others who you could count as a Bishop.

Yen Sid - Bishop. He saves the wielders from the Heartless Army, ultimately saving Light from expiring making him a key player in the War. Without him they most likely would have lost the war or would have been severely weakened and incapable of winning the war.

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Mickey - Knight. I give Mickey Knight status due to his Last Stand where he single-handedly pushed back all of the 13 Xehanort Replicas and saved everyone. It may not be timeline altering but it is still a contribution nonetheless.

Aqua - Knight. Debateable position, however Aqua took the lead at several points in the battle and barked battle instructions, almost acting like a military general. Thus I rank her above some of the others.

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Roxas - Pawn. Originally a pawn to Org 13, although he went through an incredibly journey he ended up locked away back into Sora's heart and wasn't able to participate or contribute to the war or storyline until he received a Replica body and Sora's connection.

Xion - Pawn. She was used as the 13th Darkness until Sora connected with her and helped Axel remember her.

Ventus - Pawn. He contributed to the war as an Original of the 7 Lights, but he did not alter the timeline nor save the Lights from expiring, nor did he take any lead during the war thus can only be considered a Pawn piece. Not to mention, he took an enormous backseat as a character after being asleep for 11 years. As such he hasn't had much time to shine since his Union Cross days. That may change in the next Arc, especially since he has ties to the Lost Masters.

Axel/Lea - Pawn. A literal Pawn to Org 13 for most of his story until the end when he final joins the the Guardians of Light. In fact, Xemnas even makes a chess analogy when calling Axel a "pawn" during his fight against Isa and Xion.

Donald - Pawn (extension of Sora)

Goofy - Pawn (extension of Sora)

Riku Replica - Pawn (extension of Riku)

And I know many will not like this, but I place Kairi as a Pawn. The reason isn't to shoot the character down, but I believe within the story she is literally treated like a Pawn. Her entire story begins with Xehanort treating her like a Pawn to get to the Keyblade Wielder. Narratively she is only used to push the stories further, constantly getting kidnapped or harmed. Some of the other characters are debateable but I stand firmly in that Kairi is a Pawn piece and it explains why she feels lackluster. She is meant to be, it's simply her role in the KH Chess Game. This doesn’t mean she'll stay a Pawn, as the Lost Master's Arc is starting a "new" KH chess game and thus the roles of many of the chess pieces (sans Riku and Sora) will change. I believe she'll be a Bishop in the Lost Master's Arc but as of the Xehanort Saga Kairi is only a Pawn.

But if Kairi is not the Queen piece, as I'm sure many of you initially thought, then who is?

I'm sure you noticed I skipped a character. That's right: Sora. Sora is the Queen piece in this game. A Queen piece acting in the place of the King, a false king. If you know chess you know that the Queen piece can move in any direction she wants as many spaces which is exactly what Sora is and what he can do. Sora is ridiculously OP as a character to the point he is often considered the most powerful and it's the Queen piece that is the most powerful, not the King piece as some unfamiliar with chess may believe. Sora can move any which way he pleases, even traverse time, travels worlds through hearts and hearts through worlds and even moves between Realms to save Riku from Dark Aqua as a Queen piece would rush to the save the King piece. All of which is reminiscent of a Queen moving all around a board in any way.

Riku is the King piece which is why the battle in the Keyblade graveyard wasn't considered over until Riku was defeated or checkmate'd. After Riku was defeated by the Demon Tide Storm, Sora was instantly knocked off the board. Also again, he is a mirror of Yozora much like the White and Black Kings in chess mirror each other. And if we think about the King piece in chess, Riku makes the most sense. The King is the most important piece and often times Riku is the most important to the story (especially Dream Drop Distance and now post Re:Mind) hence his character development and getting more development than Sora in many ways. In the Keyblade Graveyard War, he IS the most important as its his sacrifice that changes the timeline altogether and saves Light from Expiring. Without his sacrifice, the 13 Darknesses would have won and Light would have remained expired. It doesn't get any more important than that. In addition, if the Crown Necklace theory is proven true and Sora acquired his crown necklace chain from Riku, that means Riku was the original bearer of the Crown and most likely descends from Ephemer's Royal Line (which is all but confirmed, he literally looks like Ephemer) making him make even more sense as the King Piece.

Sora and Riku are the only two who I believe will keep consistent Chess roles as the King and Queen pieces. That's what their relationship is to one another. The only change I can see is Riku and Sora themselves officially swapping roles, with Sora becoming the True King and Riku relinquishing his role as King to become Queen. Considering the way Riku rushes to save Sora and how he travels to all ends to do so (including traveling to an entirely new universe just to save him once more and traveling between dreams to become a Dream Eater to save Sora), it almost is like he is beginning to move all around the "board" and could very well be showing signs of becoming a Queen piece to protect Sora, who would then become the new King piece.

We will have to wait and see which way this chess game goes in KH4 and beyond to confirm or deny any of this theory.

Anyway, that's all I have I hope you all feel free to share your thoughts. If you have alternate Chess Rankings, please feel free to share!

[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 18

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: the sad, the sexy, and the scary.

words: ~ 3.1k | ao3 link in title

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The weather that Sunday reflected the mood of the day - it was pouring so heavily that you could barely see out of the windshield of Robin’s car as she drove you, Christin, and Cassandra to Jericho to attend Mayor Walker’s funeral. There was already a large crowd huddled outside, a sea of black coats and black umbrellas against the backdrop of a gray sky, rows upon rows of tombstones of Jericho’s only graveyard being beaten by the heavy downpour. 

It seemed that nearly all of Jericho’s inhabitants had shown up, in spite of the weather, and you recognized some Nevermore students and staff as well. You picked Larissa out of the crowd in an instant - towering over her students, hair so fair that she stuck out in the crowd. Biting your lip, you paused, taking in her somber expression - hidden behind large, dark sunglasses. You wanted so badly to reach out to her, to pull her into your arms and kiss her and protect her from the world - but then Cassandra gave your arm a tug, breaking your spell and leading you through the crowd to where Robin already stood with her family.

The eulogy was somber at best - the mayor was loved by many, that much was clear. At one point you glanced over at Larissa to see her gaze turned in your direction. You gave her a sad smile and she bowed her head, before turning her attention back to the mayor’s family. Glancing over the crowd of students behind her, you made eye contact with Wednesday, then with Enid, nodding at the both of them in acknowledgment.

When the funeral was officially over and the first few people started to either mingle or head to their cars, you asked your roommates to give you a minute and turned towards Larissa, who was already watching you. You pushed past a group of students to get to her, stopping awkwardly a few feet in front of her as your umbrellas prevented you from getting closer.

“Larissa,” you breathed out, shuffling your feet as you looked up at her, unsure of how to greet her with half of the school watching. 

“Hi, darling,” she whispered hoarsely, a sad smile tugging at her lips. She shifted her bag to the arm holding her umbrella and held out her free arm to you. After a moment’s hesitation, you lowered your own umbrella and ducked under hers, giving her a tight, one-armed hug and burying your face against her coat, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of her perfume as it engulfed you.

It made you indescribably happy, knowing that she was ready to stop hiding your relationship - it was a simple thing, but you could sense that it was a big step for Larissa. You could feel her gloved hand gently rubbing your back, her lips pressed against the crown of your head. 

“How are you doing?” you asked softly as you pulled away just far enough to look into her eyes - or what you could see of them through the deep black lenses of her sunglasses.

“I’ve been better…”

“I don’t know if you noticed but it’s not really all that sunny out,” you teased, earning yourself a chuckle.

“I’ve also looked better, darling.” 

“I think you always look good.”

Your comment made Larissa’s cheeks turn slightly pink and she averted her gaze, her blush growing as she smiled awkwardly at a small group of Nevermore students that seemed to be watching the two of you curiously and whispering amongst themselves. Despite that, her hand never stopped rubbing your back - you felt your own cheeks grow warm and reached up to straighten the collar of her coat.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” you murmured hesitantly, biting your lip as you prepared yourself for a possible rejection. Larissa turned her attention back to you, her face unreadable for a moment as she thought. 

“Yes,” she whispered back, a genuine smile growing on her lips. She ducked her head and you met her halfway, pressing your lips to hers in a short, chaste kiss. Her lips were cold, as was her nose when it brushed against yours, yet you still felt a warmth spread through your body. When you pulled back, Larissa gently wiped a trace of lipstick off your lips with her thumb.

As you glanced away, you noticed a woman watching you. She had auburn hair and a fringe that hung into her eyes, which were framed by large glasses, and she wore a dark coat and red gloves. The look that she gave you was strange to say the least - she was frowning and her eyes were narrowed as she gave you a careful once-over, as if she was analyzing you. 

“Who’s that?”

Larissa turned to see who you were referring to - as soon as the woman noticed Larissa turning, her expression shifted to a smile, and you furrowed your brow.

“Marilyn Thornhill, one of our teachers at Nevermore. She’s the first normie teacher on our staff.” Larissa gave Marilyn a wave, which she returned before turning her attention to some students.

“How are you getting home?” Larissa asked you, turning back to you.

You bit your lip, reluctantly looking away from the strange woman and looking back up at Larissa. “I came here with my roommates, Robin is driving us back home.”

“Good…” Larissa cupped your cheek, looking at you with a hint of worry in her expression. “I need to get everyone back to Nevermore, please stay safe.”

You frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just be careful, alright?”

Chalking Larissa’s worry up to the mayor’s death and the funeral, not to mention the stress she’s been under lately, you nodded. “I will be, I promise.” 

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The poor weather continued through much of the following week, the rain rarely easing up for more than an hour or two at a time. Most of your time outside of lectures was spent studying, or adding little touches to your portrait of Larissa - you’d refused to show it to her, wanting to give it to her as a gift when it was completely finished. 

On Friday morning, you found yourself growing bored of staying inside and pouring over your textbooks, and you decided to start clearing out your closet and sort through your old clothes. As you went through your drawers, a piece of lacy fabric caught your eye - the lingerie set that Larissa had gifted you in New York. A warm, tingly feeling grew in your stomach when you recalled how Larissa had looked at you when you’d worn it - it gave you an idea.

Locking the door to your room, you stripped yourself of your clothes and put on the lingerie. You placed your textbooks on your nightstand and propped your phone up against them, turning on the front camera and taking a few minutes to find a good angle before hitting record.

“Hi, Rissa.” You sat back your heels, keeping your thighs pressed together. “I miss you today, I really wish you were here…”

Closing your eyes, you trailed your hands down your body, imagining it was Larissa’s hands caressing your breasts, your waist, your thighs. You slowly spread your legs, allowing your fingers to lightly graze your inner thighs and letting out a little whimper as you pictured Larissa watching you, touching you and getting closer to your cunt, which was slowly getting wet.

The whimper turned into a moan as you brushed against your clit over the thin lace of the panties. Sliding your fingers lower, you could feel how soaked you were already and you let out a deep groan. “I’m so wet for you, I wish you could feel for yourself.” You opened your eyes - it was weird and a little embarrassing to be staring back at yourself in the front camera of your phone, and you could see your cheeks turn pink in real time. But you kept picturing how Larissa would look at you, how her pupils would dilate and her breaths would come out shaky and shallow through plump, parted lips. How she would be aching to touch you, or herself.

The thought spurred you on, and you made a show of tugging the flimsy lace to the side, spreading your thighs as wide as you could as you began to rub slow, firm circles around your clit. 

Staring directly into the camera, you used your other hand to gently caress the top of your breasts, where the lace of the bra ended. With a little tug downwards, you freed one of your breasts from the bra, allowing your head to loll back as you squeezed it and began to play with your nipple.

Your moans grew in volume, becoming filthier and more pornographic as you worked yourself to your peak, all the while imagining that it was Larissa touching you, Larissa’s fingers inside you, Larissa bringing you over the edge. You came with Larissa’s name on your lips, feeling your slick drip down your fingers. Looking directly into the camera, you removed your fingers from your dripping cunt and placed them in your mouth, sucking them clean. 

“I miss you,” you whispered hoarsely, your cheeks still flushed and your chest still heaving as you blew the camera a kiss and stopped the video.

Watching the video back you felt a little embarrassed - but you hoped Larissa would enjoy it, and you opened your texts with her.

Y/N: are you alone?

Larissa: Yes. Why?

You giggled to yourself and sent her the video, before pulling on a t-shirt and shorts and slipping to the bathroom to clean yourself up. And then you waited, perched on the edge of your bed and bouncing your leg in anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by scrolling through social media.

More than 20 minutes passed - Larissa was taking longer to reply than you’d thought she would, and you were starting to worry you’d done something wrong. Biting your lip, you texted Larissa again.

Y/N: Riss?

Another two minutes passed with no reaction - then, suddenly, your phone began to ring. Because of course Larissa would choose to call you, instead of texting you back.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you picked up the phone and held it to your ear.

“Darling.” Larissa’s voice was gravelly and she sounded out of breath - you knew you’d gotten the reaction you’d hoped for.

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Larissa’s day was shaping up to be mind-numbingly boring, her morning filled with paperwork and preparations for her afternoon meetings. As she sipped her coffee, reading the same document for the third time with her concentration slipping, she heard her phone vibrate inside the drawer of her desk. 

Y/N: are you alone?

Your text piqued her interest and she furrowed her brow, quickly typing out a reply. She was intrigued to receive a video in return - the moment she pressed play, she felt her face flush and her mouth go dry. She’d been right to buy you that underwear - it suited you, and it made her wet to see you touch yourself while wearing it. 

Biting her lip so hard she could’ve drawn blood, the ache between her thighs grew with each and every movement of yours. She wanted - no, needed - to touch herself. Not in your office, she scolded herself. She had a shred of dignity left yet and she was determined to hold onto it. Her resolve began to waver, though, and soon she found herself teasing the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. 

With a glance at her door - it was shut, and surely she’d hear if someone were to come down the hall - she pushed her skirt up just a bit and allowed her hand to trail up her thigh. Her fingers brushed against her underwear - ruined - and she held back a soft whimper. She began to touch herself in tandem with your own movements in the video, rubbing her fingers over her clit and  working herself to the brink of pleasure.

A knock on the door to her office nearly caused Larissa to drop her phone in shock - she fumbled around frantically, pausing the video and locking her phone before smoothing her skirt and shifting the blush off of her cheeks. 

“Come in,” she called out, praying her voice came out as level as she intended it to. 

The door opened and Marilyn poked her head inside the office, smiling softly. “Principal Weems, do you have a minute?”

Larissa straightened her shoulders, plastering a professional smile on her face even as she wanted nothing more than to say no and kick the redhead out of her office. “Of course, Ms. Thornhill, please come in.”

Marilyn stepped inside the office, revealing that she was holding a pile of papers. Larissa found herself suppressing a groan - she really did not have the time for even more administrative work.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I just wanted to drop this off - Enid has requested to room with Yoko for the rest of the semester.” She stepped up to Larissa’s desk, handing her the paperwork. If she’d heard your video playing before knocking on the door, she was doing a damned good job at hiding it.

Larissa could feel a frown tugging at her lips as she glanced down at the forms - even the mere mention of Wednesday was enough for her to feel the beginnings of a headache forming. “And you’ve spoken with both girls?”

“Enid is adamant that she no longer wishes to room with Wednesday, and Wednesday is… well, Wednesday. She’s being a bit difficult as usual.” The redhead offered an apologetic smile, pushing her glasses higher up on her nose. 

“Well, thank you for trying,” Larissa said with a sigh, dropping the papers onto her desk and standing to escort Marilyn to the door when her phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a text from you - Larissa was briefly distracted as she peeked down at the text, her thoughts immediately pulled back to the video you’d sent her.

“Your girlfriend?”

Larissa’s head snapped up to look at Marilyn, her eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. She had never spoken to any of her colleagues about her relationship - having it mentioned so openly and casually felt a bit jarring, and she felt her heart skip a beat. “Pardon?”

“The woman at Mayor Walker’s funeral? I just assumed…”

The principal felt her cheeks turn pink and she found herself nodding. “Yes, we’re together.”

Marilyn smirked as she began walking towards the door, with Larissa trailing behind her. “She’s cute.”

Larissa felt a smile creep up on her face even as her cheeks burned. Though she was unwilling to discuss her relationship further with a member of her staff, she nodded in acknowledgment as she leaned past Marilyn to open the door for her. “Thank you, Ms. Thornhill. I’ll have the paperwork processed this afternoon, you can tell Enid her request has been approved.”

Marilyn thanked Larissa and left, making her way down the hall. Larissa waited until she had rounded the corner before closing and locking the door, taking quick strides back to her desk and perching on the edge as she dialed your number.

“Darling,” she breathed out, sounding more out of breath than she’d hoped.

“Yeah?” You sounded like you were holding back laughter - it was honestly adorable to Larissa, and she found her cheeks growing redder still.

“You’re gorgeous,” she found herself whispering into the phone, her mind filled with the vivid image of you peeling your panties away from your cunt and fingering yourself. Her own clit was still throbbing with need. “You’ve really gotten me quite turned on, you know.”

“Are you going to do something about that?” 

Larissa could hear the smirk in your voice as you replied, and it turned her on further - but all she could do was groan in response as her gaze fell to the clock on the wall.

“Dr. Kinbott will be here soon, I’m afraid…”

“Oh, sorry,” you replied, not sounding very sorry at all - Larissa couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I should punish you for this,” she whispered back, her voice low and gravelly as various scenarios flashed through her mind - tying you up, edging you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm and leaving you begging her to fuck you.

“You know you keep saying that, but I’m starting to think it’s an empty promise.” The playful, almost taunting edge to your voice had Larissa’s knuckles turning white around her phone as her stomach began to flutter with butterflies.

“Well then I’ll have to make good on that promise soon, won’t I?” Larissa suggested, able to keep her voice much firmer and more seductive now. “I am a woman of my word, after all.”

“Are you free this weekend?”

Larissa smirked at your eagerness. “I’m all yours.”

~~~

The following day you found yourself packing a bag and rushing through the rain with your hood up, eager to get to your car and turn the heat on. The plan was to head to Jericho first and stop by the Weathervane to pick up some hot chocolate for Larissa, before making your way to Nevermore. You turned up the heat as well as the radio and started the drive through the dense, dark woods separating Burlington from Jericho.

Nearing the small town, the rain began to pick up, a light fog rolling in as the sky opened up. The rain was so heavy that you could barely see the road two feet in front of your car - you had no choice but to pull over to the shoulder of the road to wait out the worst of it.

The downpour pummeled the hood of your car and you leaned back in your seat, taking out your phone and texting Larissa that you’d be over a little later than planned, before idly scrolling through the photos on your phone.

As the minutes went by, you began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach - glancing up at the road, the rain was beginning to ease off, though not considerably, and you looked back down at your phone. The uneasy feeling continued, nagging and gnawing at your insides. It almost felt like you were being watched, and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought - you gripped your phone a little tighter, biting your lip as you prayed that the rain would lighten up enough for you to keep driving soon. Dimly, in the recesses of your mind, you realized no other cars had passed you on this road for at least 20 minutes, but you quickly shook your head, not wanting to allow your thoughts to travel down a dark road. A shadow fell across the passenger seat - taking it for a trick of the eye, something to do with the falling rain outside the window, you shrugged it off. Until it happened again, lingering longer this time. You glanced out the window and your heart felt as though it had skipped about 5 beats, your stomach dropping with the realization that someone - no, something - was looking back at you.

x

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[zahroreadsthings]

A favour...

Question: How do you answer?

Response: 'What do you want?'

Check notes for previous instalments

'What do you want?' You turn around and point at the sky. 'I'm a bit busy.'

'Yeah. Look. I need to do something tomorrow night and I could use a hand. You in or you out?'

'What is it?'

'Can't tell you unless you're in.' They pass a hand over their face when they see your expression. 'Don't know if this is strictly allowed.'

You look around. There's no-one to overhear you. 'Tomorrow night.' You don't have anything planned. 'Okay, I'm in. What is it?'

'Night run on the reef when the tide's low.' They continue quickly, 'A graveyard witch came in the other day. They help souls without proper burials rest quiet. I asked her to check out the anchor.'

'And why do I need to go?' you ask warily.

'Keep an eye on the weather.'

'Bullshit.'

They scowl and whisper in your ear, 'Don't tell anyone. Graveyard witches freak me out. They get... weird when they work with ghosts.'

You don't say that ghosts don't exist. 'Alright. Where do we meet?'

'Here after sunset tomorrow. If we're not here, go straight down to the anchor.' They walk off quickly before you can ask what to bring.

--

Now that it's raining you don't have anything else to do. You have no idea how long it takes to design a sigil so go back to Deema. It can't have been more than a few minutes.

'How's it going?' You climb under the shelter of the wagon cover Moss has pulled up.

She shows you the back of the stack of papers where a rough sigil is drawn. 'Break this down.'

The lines are much jerkier than a sigil should be; you guess so as not to activate it on paper. You squint as you pick it apart. 'Heat sigil in the middle and spokes around it to spread out the warmth.' Each spoke has a swirl on either side of it. 'Spokes from a wind sigil? And more spokes to spread the wind out.'

'Now tell me why I want these to be large.'

'Um... if anyone touches them for too long they might burn themselves.'

'And it might damage the surfaces we draw on.' Deema flips over the papers and points out different places marked out on a map. 'We're going to be drawing them here.'

Most of the places are centred around main street, but there are a few that go further out.

[kirvia]

are there any beary the hatchet fun facts you could share with us? 😳 i loved it and im super curious about any details that didnt make it into the game!

Thank you so much! I don't know if you're aware, but I have some art direction notes on my Twitter, if you want to check that out! Otherwise:

We had no idea what the game was going to be called for the first three weeks of production. It was very tentatively called "The Graveyard Shift" but this was quickly scrapped because a) the game did not actually take place at night and b) it sounded too similar to that one SpongeBob episode

Without a proper game title, Grizz was originally referred to as the Skinner, and her preferred weapon of murder was a bowie knife instead of a hatchet. This changed when we (finally) decided on the game's name, but it required us to fix some CGs and minor parts of the script. For the better, honestly-- considering the type of character she was, something less methodical than a skinning knife suited her.

A lot of the character designs in the game are based off teenage slasher movie archetypes ex. jock, cheerleader, nerd, stoner etc.

Pearl's character went through various ideas before finalization: a quiet catholic schoolgirl, a harrowed mid wife, an overenthusiastic nerd, a composed business woman. Each idea had a different sort of relationship dynamic with the serial killer.

Just a day before the deadline, our shared game file corrupted and literally all of us working on the game lost the file. We thought we were completely fucked. Luckily, we had one late playtester who had a working build that we could de-encrypt and use. Thank you Beena !!!

These were some minor design details I had written out for Pearl because I thought. a lot about her ^__^:

She made her dress out of mattress sheets and cheap lace found at antique stores. She wears black safety shorts.

Her coffin-guitar case is spray-painted red and the bat wings were DIY attached.

She most definitely has piercings, and it's something I wish I could've added to the game... but I didn't feel like drawing them because that was too much work HAHA.

I wanted pearl to have a bit of that "final girl" feeling initially, but we ended up w the grunge musician look because it fit the flashy tone of the game better. She used to look like a Final Girl imo.

[violetmuses]

Versus - A. Aretas 🖤

Title: Versus - A. Aretas 🖤

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When “La Bruja,” Isabel Aretas, wreaks havoc to escape prison, one ghost changes everything.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky 🏷

Part II ❤️‍🩹

=====

2020

While another graveyard shift loomed, one uniformed prison guard shouted to pace inmates who worked in the laundry room of this complex.

“¡Aretas, seguir trabajando!” The prison guard slammed her palm against this metal organization table when Isabel Aretas had stood completely still.

Fed up, the uniformed guard pulled Isabel's shoulder to make eye contact, but didn't realize the upcoming horror.

With Isabel standing in full view, the guard noticed that Aretas found this bloodied wardrobe as darkened hair curled around her own face.

And for whatever reason, Aretas continues to whisper this terrifying chant.

Seconds before that guard would call out loud for help, Isabel Aretas reveals this large-scale weapon from behind and immediately stabs this poor woman, triggering chaos in all directions.

As security rushes to salvage destruction, you fire rapid gunshots and drop your presence from that ceiling, catching Aretas before she could escape.

“¡Todos muévanse ahora!” You shouted back in Spanish, hoping that everyone leaves the building to avoid more carnage. There's no other option.

While shocked victims dash out, you finally battle this haunting killer.

Weapons or even hand to hand combat scrambled back and forth.

In return, you both fight each other as exertion resounds through this dark space.

“¡¿Quién eres?!” Isabel struggled on the floor, still bloodied in that stolen uniform as you stood over her now weakened body.

“Your nightmare, bitch!” Two suppressed gunshots pull your last trigger and you stomp footsteps away, taking down The Witch herself.

_______

As emergency alarms wail over and over again outside, you keep walking, yet this barrel of another firearm clicked right behind your head.

“You just killed my mother…” Slightly accented English rasped moments later.

“I know.” You say, noting your assignment while placed in Mexico.

“Remorseful?” Isabel's son Armando Aretas continued his questions.

“Absolutely not.” You defended this plan once more and even lifted your weapon to face Armando's standoff.

“You a cop?” Armando stepped closer, but you stood tall regardless.

“Miami PD, Armando.” You lower the weapon and reveal this badge. “I knew about your mother's escape all along. Leave me alone, or I will turn you in right now.”

At that moment, Armando walked away, vanishing as this man lurked between uphill smoke and fire.

[rebelwithoutabroom]

Dnf au where dream is a college radio host during graveyard shift and george is an exausted compsci student that ends up calling every night to ask for songs (they flirt through the titles)

[dreamlandxrunaway]

⛈️ 1 cloudy day at a time ⛈️

part 43: corporate gray

summary: getting stuck in rain on campus that one faithful monday with a mild hangover is either the best or the worst thing to have happened to y/n... she has yet to decide, and so have the people that were involved.

pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader

warnings:anxiety / panic attack, depression and self-harming actions, (proofread but who is to say that it was done well lol)

word count: 7.6k

Day T-minus 8 days Time: 6 am. Weather: Overcast with a chance of rain and thunder.

With sluggish momentum, YN dragged her heavy body to the studio. Ignoring the ominous squeaking of the door, she stepped inside and there awaited her the piles of her priceless artworks.

A correct choice of words, without a doubt. That is how some would describe them… Yes, undeniably so. They will be sold for an obnoxious amount of money in less than 10 days. 

Priceless. 

And for a good cause. 

For children! 

For their future and dreams! 

A worthy sacrifice for their future, yes, for the future of the faceless and nameless masses that deserve better, that need the help.

For their future.

For them. 

She did everything in her power to help. Voluntarily.

Just as she was ordered to.

Artworks took up her whole room. Some rested in the corner of the room, covered with a white sheet, some were on the table, some leaning on the stack of her favorite pillows. Looking at the couch where she often slept while working the graveyard shift, she threw herself on the hard surface and lay down, her limbs limp like weeds flattened under the sole of a muddied shoe after a heavy rainfall. 

She closed her eyes and listened to the never stopping symphony number 5, titled “The anxiety”. A messy tune lacking harmony and regular rhythm performed by her very own heart. Her muscles spasmed in the beat of her pounding headache. YN deepened her previously shallow breaths, unclenched her jaw and stretched out her fingers. 

The start of her day weighed heavy on her chest, and nailed her to her warm bed. However, she had no choice but to get up. Rolling out of her comfort zone was never easy, but at least this time it did not result in any new bruises. She brought her hand up to eye level and looked at the fading discoloration on her wrist. A dry laugh rested upon her lips. 

“It sure is taking its sweet time healing up, isn’t it?” She thought to herself. That nasty fall was a long while ago, and yet, it was still here.

Her chest fell and rose in mechanic sequences, those of a robot whose program went haywire and had to be reset. 

Breathe in and breathe out… breathe in… and… out…

She continued like that for a while. Playing engineer wasn’t easy, it wasn’t even pretend. 

The ticking of the clock drowned out by the distant cracking of thunder. 

1, 

2, 

3, 

4, 

5, 

6, 

7, 

8, 

9, 10, . . .

.

.

15!

The crack of a thunderous whip jolted her senses awake.

And it came again, without a warning.

The thunder roared like an enraged father, with disappointment in the tail ends of his voice. The storm had yet to start in the city, but the announcement of its upcoming presence still sent a chill down YN’s spine. It was far, so far that it could barely be heard, but with YN’s heightened senses she could foretell when it would start pouring and drown any arrogant fool who dared step a foot on the streets that were not meant for them to walk on. 

Reluctant, YN looked up to her window. It was dark outside. Yes, dark clouds usually did signify rain… 

Good eye you’ve got, YN! Good job! 

Even you rolled your eyes at your own dumb observations and questions…

Just look at how gloomy the sky was presenting itself to be these days… It didn’t even try to hide its sadness anymore… Like a heavy burden weighted down on the shoulders of the feeble men, like the dread has grown a body, limbs and head, like its greedy eyes have swallowed up the city whole. When was the last time the sky greeted us with the clear blue’s smile instead of the gray dull’s numbness?

When did it start to pour like a dam that burst when it rained?

When did the unrelenting typhoons start to harry the lands of the bountiful harvests?

Since when has it become a barren, emotionless wasteland?

The daylight barely peered through the window into the studio. The shadows were too harsh in here, perhaps it was a wise decision on YN’s part to stand up and turn on the lights. Nobody wanted her hard work to go to waste because she tripped on something and broke a painting or two. Sure, she could also have hurt herself, but that’s of insignificant importance anyway. What was the worst that could happen? Going to the hospital to fix her would cost less than having her paintings ruined. 

So many would suffer if that happened…

YN swept away the rain, the one she didn’t pay attention to until this moment, one dripping down the corners of her eyes. She exhaled the last hiccups of resistance and finally started packing the paintings. Or so she intended to… 

She stared at them, her hands tingled as her eyes slowly lost focus. Her eyes darted across the room, her body didn’t know how to move. Her shoulders tensed up, fingers dug into her skin… Her mind was blank, a crumpled piece of paper on the side of a trash can that someone threw aside. A failure of an attempt at ambitious work…

Where was she supposed to put them? Or how was she supposed to pack them?

Her mind screamed at her to move and do something… but how… and what was she supposed to do?

They didn't tell her that! 

No!

She… she didn’t know that! She only knew that the paintings were going to be transported to the storage room… 

And today… in a few hours from now…

As YN’s knees buckled down and she contracted into a little protective shell, she screamed. Not loudly. No. Her voice was gone from all of the crying she did. It was a dry desert and her… a sinner left to search and traverse the lands, perched without any salvation in sight.

She crawled underneath the table, hid like a little child playing a game. YN hid away to the best of her possibilities. The burdens she must carry wouldn’t find her there… correct?

Frustrated, she leaned on the front leg of the table and faced the cracking wall. 

Cracks?

No, they moved around erratically. No! Those were bugs! 

She flinched away and bumped her head into the table with a loud thud, her scream barely louder than a whisper. She tightly shut her moist eyes… With deep breaths, choking on air, she tried her best to compose herself. She must have coughed out a part of her soul at that moment, if she had any left.

The desk was right to the wall, and no light reached her. It was dark. Too dark.

She must have imagined things… surely…

Scared, she turned around and crawled away from the cold exterior wall, careful not to hit her head again in the process. Now, she, just outside of her haven, carefully observed the room from this angle.

It was small. Small small small small small!!! oh so small! It was suffocatingly small!

Nowhere to hide!

It was spacious, big enough for all her dreams,

But it was small small small small small!!!!!!!

From this angle, she only saw the mountains of her pain and horror taking up her space. 

She rocked her body in repetitive motions, her head knocked on the table from time to time, each hit stronger than the last. Her actions had no clear sign of stopping soon. There was no room for her to lean her head comfortably.

She was too big for it.

There were paintings on the right.

But they were not hers…

There were paintings on the table above her.

But those, too, were not hers.

Not hers, not what she wanted to paint, not her dreams.

Not the fruits of her self expression! 

Nothing inside this room was hers beside these broken tears and silenced screams that did not stop.

Where did she begin? What was she supposed to do? She wasn't told what to do, oh god, what was she supposed to do then?!

She didn't know, didn’t know… she just did not know!

For fucks sake, was there anyone who could just tell her what she needed to do?!

As time passed, the light warily peered through the curtains and looked kindly at her. It pitied her, as she bowed her head down, pitied that her head felt heavy, that her hands felt rigid like a pair of chiseled marble stones, precious and easy to break. Her skin was hers as much as it was borrowed on a loan. 

When will the blood debt be cleared? 

How much longer did she need to spread herself thin?  

Would it only stop once she was left with crumbles of her own identity, one that does not rely on her relationship with the LN family? 

Would the debt be considered settled once and for all, once she was no longer a part of this earthly realm? 

What a cruel usurer family can be.

YN let out a broken laugh, sniffling and swallowing her tears.

Even meek sunshine dared to pity the bruised heart YN carried within herself. Its callous warmth caressed her paintings, zoning in on them, it whispered for her to gather herself. It peered through its tick shackles of gray to remind her… time is all encompassing. Time brought both a slow decay of the soul and body and the thawing of an ice cold heart. It passed slowly, yet fast. It killed with the same hands it healed…

On her knees, and slowly on her legs, YN’s hands supported her body weight on the table, and once more, she raised her gaze to look outside. The darkness of November night quietly switched places with the rising morning Sun. Undeniably, the sand in the hourglass still flowed out even if you could not see it because of an obstacle. And no matter how she spent this time, it still didn’t stop for her to wallow in self-pity.

YN’s fingernails gently scratched over the freed surface on the wooden table. A bit of hardened yellow and green paint to the side. It was smooth, her nails glided over it. She pricked on it, scraping away the residue. Her mind steadily calmed, still it ran a mile a minute trying to figure out the course of her actions.

Maybe she could organize them? Yes, that's what she decided to do. YN left real packaging to the professionals. Surely, she was mistaken. She couldn't possibly be responsible for that serious of a task. Yes! Silly YN!

So she did, she went and organized them… By size. Some canvases were small, some were a lot bigger. Wow, she really painted that many in that little amount of time? Our YN is such a genius!

Perhaps, she thought as she patted her right biceps, perhaps she should take a picture of them. Yes, she should do that before she stacks them up or anything!

Yes, YN! That's a brilliant idea! You did right by making a mess out of the already organized paintings, just to take pictures that you’ve already got! 

As much as her inner voice nagged her for making a mess, yet again… she knew that these pictures were different. These were the last images of them, and in these pictures... 

You, too, were in these pictures, YN. 

These were not pictures taken solely for the purpose of marketing.

Now that you took all of these pictures, you could organize them again. You weren’t doing this to delay the inevitable. No, that’s a silly thought.

Come on, our precious masterpiece making machine, you knew you needed to pack these things. You wasted your priceless time again, silly! Why did you do that?

Yes, organizing these soulless paintings was as tedious and tiresome as making them was, but it still needed to be done?! You successfully did the first part, you didn’t complain and you didn’t stop, so why bother now? 

The faster you finish everything, the faster those 8 days would come and the auction would come to pass… and you’ll be free…

Silly, YN!

So stop wasting your damn time and go do something more productive and useful! 

Damn!

YN sighed once again and fell to her knees. Slouched, a lopsided smile graced her face. A madman’s smile, a man who was going through a breakdown… A burst dam of suppressed emotions and opinions… 

She bit the inside of her cheek and used the back of her hand to swipe away the beads of sweat that formed on her face. 

Her hands went up in triumph, the knuckles turning completely white. 

“I did it! I.. I’m done!”

What a crazed laugh was that, YN? Like cracking of the boards in an old decrepit house that barely held itself together, like wind that howled through and rattled the windows open and shut.

Perhaps, you found today to be a dreadful day, and not completely the same as the rest. Yes, this Thursday was different than the last, and still… It was like any other day. 

But her questionable enthusiasm didn’t last for long, as her phone had reminded her that…

At some point this Thursday, she had to talk with her father. And that time came sooner than she wanted. She refused to talk over the phone, and now, she had to go and have this conversation face-to-face with the devil himself.

It was 7 o’clock sharp; her phone rang. It was none other than her father’s main Secretary – Secretary Park. A meticulous man always in gray. He was terse, but polite, and always on time.

The terror set in her eyes, it watched as the sound coming from her phone echoed across the room like the bell at an empty cemetery. Death grimaced at her trembling form, it wasn’t in her presence and yet… A feeling that fate worse by tenfold awaited her if she picked up the call. 

Her hand reached out for the cursed object, tepidly; if she picked it up, she’d have no peace for the rest of her days.

Silly, isn’t that your current predicament?

And so, she picked it up.

After a few morning pleasantries exchanged between them, an awkward silence ensued. Odd, as Secretary Park is not one to allow such mistakes to happen. Although he didn’t talk pointlessly, he still said enough… But this, YN noted, was not like him.

“Secretary Park?” YN called out to him, confused.

“I apologize, Miss. There seems to be a problem on our side. Give–“ his voice sounded strained, “give me a second to take a look at something.”

“Oh… Sure.”

YN played with her cuticles as she waited for him to speak again. The shouts from the other line broke the silence.

“They sure have a lot going on…” She thought to herself as she bit down on her lips… and at the rate she was going, she was sure to leave wounds. 

“9 am.” Secretary Park spoke out of nowhere, almost scaring her silly. “I will be waiting for you in front of the art department building.”

“Alright.”

“A truck will come and pick up your art and transport it to the storage.”

“Yes… I was told as much.” 

“Miss YN and I will go to the company… Driver Kim will be driving us there...” He wasn’t talking to her, his voice sounded far.

“Mhm…” Still, she responded.

“Oh… Miss YN, is that alright with you?” His gruff voice shook her up.

“Yes…” YN’s voice trailed off…

“Good!”

The exchange ended with him confirming the time and place with her again. Although he didn’t say anything to warrant such a thing, to YN, his voice sounded almost pleading, as if he begged her not to cause trouble, to make sure the things went as they were supposed to.

As the line went dead, YN was reminded how much she disliked the circumstances she was in. The lack of control of it all, really. There was no moment where she had forgotten about it. She sat down on the sofa and leaned her head back, her eyes focused on the blank ceiling… 

What was she supposed to do for the next two hours? She gripped her phone tightly; turned it on and off multiple times… as if the time refused to pass when she needed it to…

She opened her private twitter account and thought to message her beloved anonymous friend.

“But, it’s so early though…” They wouldn’t respond, so what’s the point?

She couldn’t bother others, she didn’t want to be a burden to anybody…

Ah.. maybe…

But then, as if “Bubba” could read her mind, she got a message. What an interesting telepathic connection these two shared.

It was a one of those over the top pictures wishing her good morning, as well as a text message that read:

-[To the beautiful soul and my dear friend, I hope this day treats you better than the weather outside.]

The irony.

And another… few…

-[I have classes early today… and honestly, im not that excited to go to class.] -[i dont wanna go, Moonie… can you go instead of me :(] -[it’s that weird professor again] -[it’s been a while since i heard from you, i hope you’re doing alright~ text me when you get a chance~] -[you know i loooove you more than anyone else in the world, right? youre my ride or die boo, so tell me when we are jumping, dont jump without me okk?]

And yet again, another flirtatious and goofy meme followed after that… weird string of good morning messages.

A crack of thunder brought YN back to reality.

Ah, he remembered.

She responded to his messages simply, wished him a good morning as well, wished him a good day too, despite the obvious lack of hope he had for his classes… 

He responded fast, asking her one too many questions for her to process and talked about one too many things for her to even try to understand. She responded simply, but it was enough.

Soon enough, she was doom scrolling on her social media as the rain poured outside.

“Ah, he didn’t forget to bring an umbrella, right?” YN shook her head as she thought to herself. No way.

She stretched her hands in front of her before retracting them back, and once more, she pulled the rest of her body close to her chest. She leaned her head on her knees, fearful of the nightmarish chime of her smartphone. It was going to ring soon. She was soon to be on her way to the place she wished she never had to step a foot in. A place where dreams are supposed to be made, and yet so often die a tragic death, never to be reborn. 

She looked towards the door. This scene is so similar and yet so different from the pleasant night with Jeongin. Alas, with the break of dawn, dreams disappeared and reality dragged its ugly ass in. Only nights are made for pleasant things, and the days, they leave a bitter taste in your mouth. All of this would be easier to bear, if only Jeongin was there with YN, too. In person. The talk with her internet friend did help a bit, but nothing beats the real deal. At least, with him here, she could have cried in his arms. Surrounded by his warmth and pleasant caress of her back…

Companionship might not solve all of her problems, but having someone to share this pain with, it certainly would make the weight easier to bear. Pain is a lot easier to deal with when someone is there to hold your hand. A lot better than suffering with your lonesome…

She really missed her… friends…

Like a preprogrammed machine, the phone rang at exactly 9. Just like Secretary Park promised it would.

YN looked at the phone in her hand for a moment and wondered if it would've been alright to pretend she never heard it, to pretend they did not have a conversation this morning. She sighed deeply, swallowed the words she wished to say and begrudgingly picked up the call.

“Miss YN, I am waiting for you in front of the building. Are you inside?” His voice was stern and yet mellow.

“Mhm…”

“Will you come down so that the workers can come collect the painting?”

“What…” YN’s voice was barely audible… “Are you saying… I was supposed to pack them myself?

“Oh, Miss YN!” You imagined that he got strange looks from the passers-by as his voice went an octave higher… if there were any around. “For goodness sake, of course not! That would be too much trouble for you! We have professionals who can take care of that.” 

“Ah.. I assumed…”

“No! Absolutely not!” 

“That was silly of me.” You hoped Secretary Park couldn’t pick up on your sniffling. Your nose was still a bit runny. Hopefully, your eyes weren’t too red.

“No, Miss.”

There was a slight pause, and YN picked herself up from the floor – that she somehow found herself on yet again – and shuffled across the room.

“Will you be coming down now?”

“Mhm!”

With such short answers, there was no way for her voice to break. Though, that did not mean that it covered the sadness in her voice. It was still present to those who cared to listen.

YN came down and exchanged greetings with Secretary Park. He wore his trademarked gray suit, just like he always did. And YN, too, wore yet another shade of gray. Funny how things turned out sometimes, isn’t that right? She didn’t even intentionally pick it… it just sorta happened. Perhaps this was the frequency the network emitted and YN connected to the same wavelength… and if that was so, why was the world of creativity so dull?

While YN was pondering the meaning of her useless life and tried to keep a good manners about her, the workers booked to her studio. While she wishfully looked back, Secretary Park looked on at her with a look of expectation.

“Miss.” He cleared his throat. “We should get going, Mister L/N is waiting for you.”

YN nodded at his words.

“He… freed up 2 hours for you.” He looked quite apologetic about the whole situation and that made YN too uncomfortable about what she was about to say.

“But… I wanted to lock the door behind…” YN couldn’t look him in the eyes as she spoke. “Erm…. I guess I should’ve stayed on the studio floor then…”

“Nonsense…” He fidgeted with his cufflink. “Then, how about this, Miss?” 

He started walking towards where the car was parked. 

“I will stay behind. I’ll lock the door… and haul back a ride to work…?” 

“But that would be too much of an inconvenience, Secretary Park!” YN chuckled through the discomfort. 

“It’s part of my job! Nothing for you to be worried about.”

With staggering steps, YN followed Secretary Park and was successfully transferred into Driver Kim’s care. Secretary Park opened the door for her and reassured YN again that he would not forget to lock the door. He promised her that he would hand the key over to her as soon as he could.

She couldn’t help but worry. Her safe space was currently being invaded and there was nothing she could do to stop the siege. Alas, her work, hobby, life… all of her was already occupied… Was this move from the enemy’s side really that surprising? 

No, YN… no it wasn’t.

The ride was smooth, there was nothing YN could complain about. 

YN looked outside the window, watching the building pass, the monotone monochromatic view surrounding her. The dreariness of the sky contrasted by the flashing billboards. That one on the left was that one actress that’s been signed with your father’s company for years, that other one on the far left building was the most popular member of the girl group that debuted 3 years ago, and that one was…. So many people, all of them were the ones that were affiliated with your fathers company. So many people were living their dreams because they chose the “right” company. They grasped the right opportunity. Perhaps they wouldn’t have shone as bright if they had chosen a different path, right, YN?

Even now in this moment you thought about the betrayal you felt from someone you held close to your heart. You started to believe it was ridiculous that you still felt betrayed, but you still did. You had no right to, you even gave them your blessing… and yet you still did. You wondered if you should feel this way, these are their lives, they are allowed to do what they want and with whom they want and yet. You hoped that this situation would not happen. Were you selfish to feel this way? Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes yet again, but you swallowed your wounded pride and swallowed the lump in your throat. The fingernails dug deep into the skin of your palms, hands stretched and contracted, frustrated that there’s nothing to grab on. Nothing to tear apart the way your soul wishes to burst out of your chest and make your skin bleed with relief. You squeezed the door seat, feeling the cool leather underneath your fingertips. It was slippery, your fingers glided over it. You slowly scratched it, not leaving any marks, only a comforting sensation to calm your fried nerves. This didn’t hurt right…  You sighed deeply, throwing your head back, looking up to the roof of the car. It was spacious and yet still so suffocating. You spaced out looking at the roof as the neon lights bounced off your skin. There really are a lot of billboards around here, huh? And the people on them were the talents from your fathers agency.

They were the only light that illuminated this uninviting gray sea. The only paragon of humanity. And yet, all of that too was the same. Same smile, same eyes, same dreams, same same same same… Everyone entered different, but exited the same, battered and broken. Compromised dreams and lives that many envied – the only thing they had.

The ride was quiet, only your sighs and the soft morning music were heard. Driver Kim focused on the road ahead of him, which allowed you to wallow in self hatred to your content. No words were exchanged between the two of you. You occasionally moved your unfocused eyes to look in front of you, but there wasn't anything you saw. Nothing to be seen except the morning rush. Yet another congestion in your life. Nothing to see here. Not even the pitying glances Driver Kim gave you through the rear mirror. This wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way, after all, he worked for your family for quite a while now. Even he felt pity for someone of your status.

After a while, YN had arrived on the battlefield. 

Driver Kim’s voice woke you up from your daze, the older man called your name a few times before you noticed that the vehicle had come to a stop. You bid him your farewells as you got out of the car. With one last nod, you took hesitant steps towards the building. The guard at the front door recognized you, bidding you hello. 

He looked at you with pity. 

He opened the door for you. You thanked him and continued onwards. You stopped in the lobby, it was decked out with the artist's photos. It was massive. 

You steadily approached the front desk, and asked them to inform your father that you had arrived. You went through the motions, not thinking, just navigating the space using just your muscle memory.

They, too, had pity in their eyes. They shouldn't, but they did. They, too, saw it as you fiddled with the hem of your jacket, folding it and straightening it as you waited to hear the confirmation that you can go upstairs.

From the Sun, to the Moon and stars, to the birds in trees and ants on the ground, you see pity everywhere around you, YN. They see how unfair this is, fair Lady, why are you angry at them for noticing so?

As a kid, you spent a lot of time at the company, but how times have changed. You’d come visit your dad while he worked, sometimes even talk to some of the stars, the staff loved you too. But now, he was no longer your dad. Father was barely a title you liked to leave your lips either. He barely counts as a fatherly figure, after all you too were an employed talent being exploited for his means. Though your work brought him prestige and the public’s goodwill and no money… 

You loved painting, and your artworks were going to a cause you believed in, but you felt dirty, borderline evil. There was no sincerity in your actions or concern. It was forced. These works were like rotten bread in a welfare stand. You ate poison while giving them the fresh loafs. With each bite you grew sicker and no doctor could help cure you. But there's nothing you could do to prevent this illness either, it's the only source of food you’ve got.

The elevator chimed open… you’ve reached the final destination. You passed by some trainees talking, they moved aside as you walked past them, immediately shutting up. They were talking about 3RATCHA… However, some of them were displeased with the quick ride to the top they got, and so the guy who recognized you shushed them up. You gave them a curt nod, and continued on your way. There’s no need to talk with them, or express how you felt about it. 

A secretary waited for you in front of your fathers office. She introduced herself as Secretary Kang and told you to wait for a second, as your father was currently on a phone call, and that she was going to call you in as soon as you could come in.

Sitting on that couch felt like a lifetime had passed. Everything was a chic black and white, with posters from the talents being hung all over the walls. Secretary Kang sat quietly at her desk, typing away about who knows what. The magazines on the table looked nice. They had the number one singer’s face on their cover… what else... Erm, there was a flower pot next to the ginormous window overlooking the city… What else was in this room? There was a bookcase next to that flower, right in the corner… Oh god… 

As your eyes darted across the room, your hands played with the zipper on your jacket, you made eye contact with the employee... She had a slightly annoyed look on her face, her brows gently furrowed. You gave her an awkward half smile and looked away, not noticing that she wanted to say something.

The floor was nice, polished tiles… if someone walked too fast they would most certainly slip and fall and break their back and, and, and… and… your mind continued to spiral down. You didn't sleep well last night and your mind, anxious, continued to take you to the most awful of places. The ticking clock continued to pester, just pointing out the passage of time. 

Things will get better once you're free, right? You will be free, right?

You have to admit to yourself just how much you dreaded talking to your father. How afraid you are to face him.

You wished that it would turn out he was too busy to talk to you and that you wouldn't need to actually sit down face to face with him and have this uncomfortable conversation. Maybe, then, in the end, you would be allowed to just walk in with them in the auction… or better yet, maybe he'd agree that you didn’t need an escort. Why did you need one in the first place? And then too, if you were going to come in with one, wasn’t picking Han Jisung a bit risky? For his career sake? Ah, what a great point to bring up without having to say anything about the real reason you don't want to walk with him, talk with him or be anywhere in his proximity.

God fucking damn it, how long do you need to wait for? Again… you have to wait for  him yet again.

You tried asking, but the poor Secretary Kang didn’t know when the phone would end. It wasn’t a planned one after all.

Frustrated, you took off your jacket, putting it on your lap. 

"Mr. L/N will see you now."

A century long wait for your sentence finally came to an end. Now, the Judge, the cold-hearted businessman, was ready to announce the punishment.

Stubborn muscles not following the wishes of their owner, the feet dragged across a 10 steps long corridor riddled with the death traps. 

It was fine.

It was going to be fine.

The secretary knocked on the upholstered mahogany, announcing your presence. A gravelly voice resonated from the other side of the wooden shield, inviting you in. You didn’t dare step inside of the enemy lair, but as the secretary did as she was instructed to, you had no time to run away.

Reluctantly you stepped over the threshold, with careful steps. The man stood at the back of his office, his back turned to you.

How welcoming.

YN swallowed the rising lump in her throat. One of her clammy hands trembled at her side, the other held onto the jacket as tightly as it could… What would she do if she had to release her aegis? Only the stubborn thunder and pointed voice of a distant man standing not that far away from her roared, her voice quiet as a mouse. 

“Sit.” He said, still not looking at you. His head held high and arms behind his back.

The black leather couch was still the same as the last time you’ve been here. You put the jacket beside you, the clinking noises of the zippers being the only noise in the room.

Your eyes were pointed to the coffee table in front of you, a rather empty sight. The dreariness of the color choices of the walls weighed heavy on your mood that was already in ruins. Perhaps, it is that man’s aura that’s suppressed you and broke all of the boundaries you built. His footsteps nearing you rang like those of a killer approaching his victim.

But he was just your father, and you his daughter.

He sank into the couch opposite you, his gaze intense enough to drill through an impenetrable rock. Frozen and unmoving as you were, you might just be one. 

You didn’t move a finger, you didn’t say anything, you stood your ground on everything he’s ever asked of you, never changed your opinions.

You might have been a stone but across you sat water, unrelenting and persistent. If water tried hard enough and for long enough, it too could break the unbreakable.

Which happened… again and again. 

You faltered against his authority many times. 

He never listened or quit, always finding a way to go and make you do what he wanted, and you broke into a million pieces every time trying to fit into places he designated for you.

“I’ve gone over the inventory again –” He stopped mid sentence, whipping his head towards the desk. “Do you want any tea?”

You just shook your head, but he scoffed and narrowed his eyes. 

“No… thank you…”

“Alright!” He cleared his throat and continued, his tiger-like roar of a voice still not allowing you to relax. Every syllable he uttered instilled fear into your heart, you even forgot to think.

“As I was saying, you really gave it your all, YN!”

His laugh stung, it prickled your skin like sharp needles. You nodded through the pain, to everything he said.

“Every single one of them!” He clasped his hands. “Truly, works of a genius!”

“I… did… the best I could.” If he wasn’t going to move his gaze away, you would. 

He continued to sing praises about works, surprising you with pointed comments and things he noticed in them. But as he marveled at the details and prices they’ll fetch for, you noticed one thing that did change in this room.

It was gone.

The painting you made at the tender age of 16 was gone, made back when some love and yearning for approval still resided in your heart.

Your eyes lingered above him for far too long for him not to realize why your shaking eyes stabilized, why a flame ignited and blazed the top of his head.

“I know how valuable that piece is.” You don’t believe he does. “It’s one of the early masterpieces of a genius artist! I can part my hands with it if it helps the children!”

Oh, how the unconsidered men howled in content. How they basked in the light of their own benevolence. Their saintly light blinded. In this dark room, his own ego shone the brightest.

“You plan on auctioning it off.”

“It’s beautiful! One of our investors is rather interested in it.” 

You were stun-locked by the words that kept coming out of his mouth.

“The last time he was here, the man couldn’t stop going on about its artistry!”

“Fa–”

“He couldn’t believe you were just a high school student when you painted it!”

“Father…”

“If only the money wasn’t going to a charity…”

“FATHER!” Your voice rose an octave, words barely made it out of your gated lips. “You… you plan on auctioning it off?” Your face contorted in disgust and betrayal… yet another… 

“Don’t paint me as a bad guy here, YN!” Your head fell into your hands, you reached out for your hair, your sleeves rolled up and exposed your forearms. Your locks of hair tangled between your fingers, and you resisted the urge to pull on them.

“You can always paint me a new one, right, daughter?”

You hated the self satisfied smile on his face, if you reached over the table, you might snatch it off.

“It’s not the same!” Your voice quivered, your sour mood prepared to burst into tears if this talk continued for much longer.

And you would just sell it off too…

“Yes, if you made it now…” He fiddled with his wrist watch. “It would be more valuable, ha, I can’t even imagine how much more it would sell for if you made it now!”

You jumped up, ready to question him why he’s selling it in the first place if he believes that it’s of lesser quality than ones you made now, but his void-like eyes remind you not to.

“This is not why I’m here.” Instead of sitting down you walked up to the window, tracing the raindrops rolling down the glass. 

Metal echoed across the glass table, the careless throw made you flinch, your shoulders shot up to your ears. 

“Right, my daughter…” When will this man stop his disgusting chuckling? “Pray tell, YN, who do you want to bring as your plus one?” 

The race across the smooth surface in front of you continued on.

“Do I have to?” you mumbled. 

The one on the left was faster than the one on the right…. Ooooh, it combined with another one underneath it and now it was even faster!

“No.” 

You could see his nonchalant frame lean back onto the couch in the window. He spread his arms behind him.  

For a man who never laughed, this change in his demeanor brought all of the rage inside your heart to the surface. You turned your head around, your eyebrows furrowed and footsteps hurried. You stopped right to the side of him, and leaned with one hand at the backrest of the couch, looking at him from the side.

“I don’t have to???”

“Yes…” His responses dragged on, he lazily smiled at you. “I thought about what you said, and you were right, YN... No need to come with Jisung.”

“I don’t need –”

“The trio is better presented as such.” He picked up the watch and marveled at its polished sheen. “A trio.”

“When did you figure that out, old man?”

He chuckled at your retort. “Last night?”

“Then –” You huffed, snorted, shook your head in disbelief. “Then, why make me come here and miss class!

“I said we were going to have this conversation eye to eye, YN.”

“Unbelievable!”

“And you aren’t even missing class right now. Do you even know your own schedule?”

Taking a few steps back, you slowly approached the opposite couch. His continued onslaught of provocations made your blood pressure spike. You aren’t sure how you responded to his words. You blacked out with wrath taking control over your mind. 

You picked up your jacked and stormed out, the doors slammed behind you. It was right on time, as Secretary Park was encroaching where you stood.

You took the keys off him and walked away, pissed that the old fart wasted your time and didn’t even care how his unfeeling ass hurt you.

However, he stepped out and reminded you once again of just how much that statement rang true. How unimportant your feelings and opinions were in the face of greater things.

“Don’t forget to be ready on time!” He straightened the collar of his shirt and fixed his tie. “We need to be there early so we can enter at the same time!”

This old fox! What a sly fucker, forcing you to enter with your disharmonious family! 

He made you forget that you didn’t even mind that option too much, if it was him or them. 

Now that he’s said it as a matter of fact… and in front of so many people… how were you supposed to say no?

But it was just a few staff and some trainees that obviously wouldn’t say anything even if you ended up entering separately…

Oh no, this old man knew you wouldn’t let that happen.

You looked him directly in the eyes for the first time today and hissed through your fake smile. “Of course I won’t forget! This is our last entrance together as a family after all!”

Exchanging fake but knowing smiles with that old man, YN left, not noticing that those trainees at the side weren’t just any young men… No, those weren’t the ones YN saw in the lobby on her way here. No, that was none other than 3RATCHA who was about to have a meeting with the devil himself, to accept or deny their contract with the agency.

They were sat outside by Secretary Park who ran into them in the lobby. They sat right where you previously were and unintentionally overheard the tail end of your conversation with your father. Those walls weren’t nearly as soundproof as they needed to be. There were words of anger exchanged that you probably don’t even remember saying, but they made Chris uncomfortable, stung Changbin’s ears and made Han’s heart clench. They frightened more than the deafening growls of thunder happening outside these building walls.

Hearing YN’s words made Chris realize just how fearless you can be in the face of a man that has you in the palms of his hands, that strung you around like a  marionette as you’ve once put it. 

Seeing that pathetic play in front of their eyes made Changbin question where your dauntlessness had gone, he didn’t believe you’d just let someone push you around like that. Your eyes brimmed with tears and you retreated into yourself.

But Han noticed the bruise that peeked out on your wrist. You were hurt? How? What happened? He wanted to go run after you but he couldn’t, no, never. As Han Jisung felt guilt eating him alive, devouring him in bitter mockery. In the end, they were here to accept the deal, excusing their actions by believing that he’s already ruined what you’ve had and at this point it would be a waste not to take it.

Your messy silhouette disappeared from their sight fast. They barely had time to process all of the information in front of them before being called in for the meeting as the lawyers presenting both sides had arrived.

YN, you peerless actress… How well you played the role you were given. A supporting actress, the second place in everyone’s life and even your own. You were a passive participant of your own life, how shameful.  

If you don’t like the merciless truth, then do something about it. Do you even dare to step outside your comfort zone? Until when will you continue to let everyone dictate your life. How will you defeat them when you can’t even handle me?

YN cried herself to sleep, her face buried deep into her fluffy pillow and her smothering blanket over her. 

It was a cloudy day, and night, a slightly different Thursday. She held a conversation with her dad for longer than 5 minutes, even if it descended into a fight in the end.

Not a single star shone in the sky, just a distant thunder lulled the frightened heart to sleep and messages that popped up on her screen that lit up the room. One of them read:

[guess who got drenched like a fucking rat today?]

And many more covertly worried ones ensued…

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A/N: After a whole year and some months, we are back! For... one chapter :') So much has happened since then, both in my personal life and in the world... I hope I didn't miss anyone in the tag list, but in case I have, please remind me so that I don't forget to tag you for the next part... which I hope I'll finish faster than this one. Tbh, writing the whole chapter was rather daunting, even though I knew what was supposed to happen, I just wasn't sure how to express all of it correctly, and even this, I'm not sure is quite right. But, it's here! No moodboad for this part... even if it was the much needed... considering how long it took me post it hahaha In case it takes me a long time for the next one... you can check the moodboard / teaser for it (doesnt exist atm, a link will be added once i do make it) Anyways, I'll go back to my other WIPs now... hopefully I'll see you guys again soon :D The tag list is open, so if you want to be added, let me know :) especially since it takes me a while to update :))