#SOOOO sorry this took so long guys i keep forgetting that this thing exists

[crustables-fanart-week]

HI HELLO WHAT IS UP CRUSTABLES PEOPLE!!!!

After so much time, we are happy to announce the official dates of the crustables fanart week (plus some):

2/10/25 - 2/20/25

How it will work:

- I will be opening submissions, so anyone whowants to can submit their artwork onto the account

- OR Tag your art with “crustables fanart week”. I’ll be looking through the tag and reblogging all the pieces, so if you don’t want the art reblogged by this account, please say so in your tag!

- OR tag this account and we’ll reblog it!

Thanks for tuning in!

[musette22]

As it's Chris' birthday today, what's your Evanstan headcon for how they are spending it? We don't know if Chris is still in LA (as far as I know), do you think he might be back in Boston to be with his family? That would mean Seb could easily visit him now that the lockdown in NYC is over. Or would he fly to LA to celebrate with his bf? (He hasn't been seen in NYC in the last couple of days either, right?) Or will the only hang out virtually? I would love to know what you are imagining 😊

Hello darling!! So yesterday, I said I probably wasn’t going to write any Evanstan for a while, but then I woke up this morning and had a lovely little Evanstan headcanon fantasy about Chris’s birthday - as you do - and then I thought screw it, let’s write this thing. So here’s a little drabble (well, it should’ve been a drabble) about how Chris might have spent his birthday 😘

A/N: This is just a nonsensical little fantasy scenario that doesn’t actually make any sense, but the idea made me happy, so I hope it’ll make you guys happy too! Don’t look too closely, please, there’s some overlap with previous fics and this was all written very quickly and hasn’t been edited properly because it’s late where I am and I need to sleep lmao 🙈 Sorry about that!

Happy birthday, Mr. America 

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Chris likes surprises, generally speaking.

Not the nasty kind, like when a part unexpectedly falls through, or someone gets angry at him out of the blue and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. But he likes it when exciting things happen and shake things up a bit, like when he’s having a lazy day alone at home, and a friend suddenly shows up on his doorstep to tell him, change of plans, we’re going bungee jumping. When that happens, Chris will happily drop whatever he’s doing and jump in the car, because that’s the kind of thing that makes him feel alive.

So when he arrives at the Evans’ family house today, on his birthday, and is greeted by a chorus of Surprise! and Happy Birthdays from a bunch of people he hasn’t seen ages - literal years, in some cases - Chris is delighted and touched; excited to see familiar faces and catch up with his friends and family.

That excited feeling lasts for a solid few hours, until his Aunt Melanie corners him and starts telling Chris about her Pilates instructor. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to set Chris up with whichever wonderful girl she’s most recently met and feels would be perfect for Chris, but this time she’s really hammering on about how she just can’t understand why a good-looking, successful young man like him hasn’t found a wife yet. She no doubt means well, but that doesn’t mean Chris is about to go on a blind date with her Pilates instructor.

When he’s finally managed to excuse himself under the pretense of needing a bathroom break, he sneaks off to the back of the house, to his dad’s old study. As soon as the door closes behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against it for a moment, catching his breath. He loves his family to bits, but there’s no denying they’re a lot. There’s a sofa in the study, a wide, navy blue one, and Chris lies down on it, stretching himself to his full length. He closes his eyes, hoping to nap for a couple of minutes, but no dice. His aunt’s comments play in his head on a loop, causing something uneasy to stir in his stomach.

The thing is, she’s right. He should already be married and have a couple of cute kids to dote on. He’s wanted to have a family and settle down for a long time, ever since he got done with sowing his wild oats and calmed down a little. He’s the long-term relationship kind, and there had been a few girlfriends with whom he thought he definitely could see a future.

That had been Before, though. Before Sebastian Stan had waltzed into his life and upended everything Chris thought he knew for certain, complicating everything in the best and worst possible way. After the initial shock of developing feelings for another guy wore off, Chris had simply accepted his infatuation as a fact of life, and it had become something he carried with him always, but never acted on or even spoke of. He wouldn’t know where to start. It was clear there was something between them, though. The way Sebastian looked at him sometimes… It had to mean something. For the longest time, they’d danced around each other, always just shy of outright flirting, and there had been a few times when Chris really thought something might finally happen between them. But it never did.

And now it never would. They’ve hardly even seen each other, over the past year, after they stopped working together. Sure, they kept in touch from time to time, but there is only so much keeping in touch two work friends can plausibly do before it gets weird or necessarily has to turn into something else. And Chris thought he’d accepted that, more or less.

But then last week, he and Scott had gotten drunk together – like really, stupidly drunk. At around 3 in the morning, Scott had put on The First Avenger so he could make fun of Chris in his skin tight leggings, and then suddenly Sebastian’s face had been right there on his TV screen: larger than life, young and handsome like he’d been when Chris first felt that tug in his gut when he’d looked at him.

And Chris, whose brain-to-mouth filter unfortunately ceases to exist entirely whenever he’s had too much to drink, had just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Initially, Scott had thought Chris meant that Steve was in love with Bucky. 

“Well, clearly,” he’d slurred. “They’re soooo gay, oh my god.”

And instead of using the misunderstanding to cover up for his unfortunate drunken slip-up, Chris had slowly shook his head and corrected, “No, with Sebastian. ‘M in love with Sebastian. Have been for a long time, I think.”

He’d passed out not long after, possibly his subconscious’ way of trying to protect himself against the barrage of questions from Scott that Chris had been in no state to answer in that moment. Inevitably, Scott had tried to talk to him about it the next day, but Chris – hungover, embarrassed and annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth and spilling this secret that he’d managed to keep for close to a decade – had told Scott to leave it and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Nothing was ever going to come of this now anyway, so it was much better if they could all just forget it ever happened.

Scott and he had gone to dinner at their mom’s that night, and of course, Lisa had instantly sensed something was off. Unfortunately, Chris never did stand a chance in hell against his mother, so when she took him to aside after dinner and outright asked him what was wrong, he’d had no choice but to spill the beans. Besides, if he didn’t, Scott would probably have found a way to guilt him into telling Lisa, eventually - they’d always shared everything with her, after all.

Lisa had been so loving and understanding, just like Chris knew she would, and despite the aching in his chest, he was grateful and a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t keeping something this significant from her any longer. But in the end, it didn’t change anything. Of course, Lisa had asked him why he didn’t just go for it, told him to just go for it, call Sebastian and ask him out for dinner, but Chris had dismissed all her suggestions. It just wasn’t going to happen. Certainly not now, not anymore.

She’d dropped it, eventually, but Chris is under no illusions that he’s heard the last of it.

Since then, he’d tried to put the whole fiasco out of his mind, but then Aunt Melanie started badgering him about his marital status and it had all come rushing back again.

Just when Chris about to give up on trying to nap and head outside to get some fresh air instead, there’s a knock at the door.

Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Come in,” he calls, not bothering to get up because it’s probably his mom coming to check on him. “Hey, mom,” he says, when Lisa’s head does appear around the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies, smiling. She opens the door a little wider. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Oh?” Chris says, sitting up a little straighter for whatever friend or family member his mom wants him to meet so urgently, but then Lisa steps aside to reveal –  

Sebastian.

Sebastian is here. In his mom’s house. Standing right there, looking a little apprehensive and unsure, but still so fucking gorgeous it makes Chris’s heart stop for a moment inside his chest, before it starts up again at double speed.

“Hey, Chris,” Sebastian says, and it’s his voice, he’s really here, in Chris’s dad’s old study, speaking actual words at him.

What the fuck.

Chris gets to his feet so fast he feels a bit lightheaded, lightly swaying on his feet before he manages to get some semblance of a reply. "Hi. What- Sebastian. What are you doing here?"

Sebastian’s eyes flicker to Lisa for a moment, looking at her a little uncertainly. She gives him an encouraging nod.

“Um,” Sebastian starts, turning his eyes back to Chris again. “Lisa, your mom, invited me to your surprise birthday party.” He licks his lips nervously. “So, yeah, happy birthday. And, um. Surprise.” The last word is accompanied by a dorky little wave, and Chris is just. Speechless.

Literally, can’t form any words speechless, which is highly unusual for him. When he just keeps standing there, staring a Sebastian like he’s some kind of fata morgana, Lisa rolls her eyes and nudges Sebastian with her elbow.

“Well, go on, then,” she prompts, nodding in Chris’s direction. “He won’t bite.” Then, the look in her eyes turns mischievous, and Chris has half a second to think oh no, before she adds, “Unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but then he'd ask first. I raised him well.”

Sebastian makes a strangled sound, but starts towards him nonetheless, and before he really knows what’s happening, Chris is holding Sebastian in his arms. Holding him in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck and breathing him in. Sebastian’s arms go around him, too, a little tentative at first, but growing tighter, more secure, the longer the hug lasts. 

And it lasts, much longer than a casual happy birthday hug between friends is supposed to last, but Chris can’t for the life of him bring himself to let go. He knows he’s clinging, that he’s got his nose pressed to the spot below Sebastian’s ear and that’s probably far too intimate, but Sebastian’s arms around are wound tightly around Chris’s waist and his cheek is presses to the side of Chris’s face, and he’s not letting go either.

Finally, after what feels simultaneously like forever and the blink of an eye, Sebastian inhales shakily, his chest expanding against Chris’s. With Herculean effort, Chris makes himself pull away. But, of course, that brings with it the complication of being able to see Sebastian’s face, flustered and glowing, eyes shining with something unnameable. They’re so close then, their faces only an inch or so apart, and when Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to Chris’s mouth for a split second, Chris’s restraint breaks.

He lunges forward, and Sebastian does the same, and their mouths crash together awkwardly and suddenly, they’re kissing. Really, actually kissing. 

Chris’s hands fly to Sebastian’s face, holding it like it’s something precious, causing Sebastian to make a small, desperate sound that reverberates throughout Chris’s entire body. When he licks at the seam of Sebastian’s lips, Sebastian parts them immediately, letting him in, and Chris is drowning. Drowning in the kiss, in Sebastian’s taste, his smell, the little sighs he’s making against Chris’s lips, like he’s just as overwhelmed and stupefied and happy as Chris is, while they cling to each other like they’re each scared the other’s going to disappear if they dare to let up for just one second.

Eventually, though, they have to break apart for air. Chris presses their foreheads together, unwilling to put any more distance between them than is strictly necessary, still breathing the same air. When Chris eventually opens his eyes, he finds Sebastian looking back at him in a way that makes his knees feel suddenly weak.

"Hi," Seb says, voice low and husky.

"Hey," Chris replies, his hands on either side of Sebastian’s face, thumbs idly caressing his cheekbones.

Sebastian giggles, a light, happy sound that makes his nose do that scrunchy thing it does, and Chris wants to die. He groans, pulling Sebastian back in by the back of his neck –

And then Lisa clears her throat. Sebastian startles; he’d evidently forgotten she was still there, or maybe assumed she’d have left to give them their privacy, but that just goes to show Sebastian doesn’t know Lisa very well – yet.

"Well,” Lisa says, a grin in her voice. “I'll leave you two to it then, let me know if you need anything.” She pauses, before cheekily adding, “Anything at all."

“Yes, thank you, mom,” Chris says quickly, keen to spare Sebastian any further embarrassment. Sebastian’s hiding his face in Chris’s chest as it is, arms still wound around his waist, and Chris is literally about to pass out from how fucking cute that is.

Holding up a placating hand, Lisa finally retreats, closing the door behind her.

Once they’re alone, Chris steers Sebastian towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him into his lap. Sebastian lets himself be guided, straddling Chris’s thighs and giving him a coy look through his eyelashes. Chris blows out a slow breath to center himself a little, bringing up his hands to settle on Sebastian’s waist.

He knows they’ll need to talk about this at some point, but right now he can’t think of a single way to express what he’s feeling, and what this means to him. Right now, all he can do is stare at Sebastian in wonder, relishing finally getting to look at him the way he’s always wanted to: unabashedly, fondly, and very appreciative of exactly how tempting Sebastian’s lips look – especially after having been thoroughly kissed. By him.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed, leaning in again to catch those pretty pink lips in another kiss.

Sebastian responds beautifully, opening up right away, melting into him. His arms wind around Chris’s shoulders, fingers scratching gently through the hair on the back of Chris’s head, making him shiver.

It’s sweet, at first; lips sliding together lazily, slow and lush, but eventually, the kisses turn a little dirtier, with nipping teeth and teasing tongues. When Sebastian bites Chris’s bottom lip a bit too hard, pulling on it, Chris literally goes cross-eyed for a second. The hand that found its way into Sebastian’s hair tightens instinctively, pulling his head back just a little.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, eyelids fluttering, and Chris instantly feels all his blood rushing south.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he has Sebastian here, in his lap, looking like innocence and sin wrapped into one, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes like it’s Chris who’s something to be desired. And Chris wants. He wants so bad, with every fiber of his being, to have Sebastian right there and then, but he has just enough presence of mind left to know that they can’t rush this, can’t make any rash decisions they might later regret if they don’t talk about what’s happening first.

Words still seem impossible, however, so instead, Chris takes one of Sebastian’s hands in his and presses a kiss to the center his palm, hoping to convey with that one gesture everything he wants to say but can’t.

When he looks back up, Sebastian blinks at him, his eyes wide and stunned, before he suddenly grabs Chris’s face between his hands and starts planting breathless kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and even his nose. Chris lets himself be kissed, basks in it, feeling like his heart might burst, and when Sebastian finally presses his lips to his mouth, Chris seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Despite Chris’s best intentions, it turns heated again in no time. Without his permission, his hands slide under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the smooth, warm skin of his back, while Sebastian mouths at Chris’s jaw, then trails a path of kisses down the column of his neck.

“Seb,” Chris groans, hands tightening convulsively on Sebastian’s waist. “Sebastian, wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sebastian pants, lifting his head to look down at him. He’s disheveled, his hair a mess, pupils blown, his lips red and a little raw from mouthing at Chris’s beard. He looks stunning.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Chris says honestly, touching Sebastian’s left cheek.

Sebastian ducks his head turning his face into Chris’s palm, but he’s smiling, which makes Chris smile, too, then they’re just smiling at each other like a couple of dorks.

Chris shifts their positions to get more comfortable, tugging at Sebastian until they’re both lying on the couch on their sides, face to face. Pulling him closer, into his chest, Chris swings a leg over both of Sebastian’s, and Sebastian takes the hint immediately, snuggling into Chris and tucking his head under his chin so they’re full on cuddling.

“Best fucking birthday present ever,” Chris mutters into Sebastian’s hair, his hand tracing idle patters on Sebastian’s upper arm. In reply, Sebastian presses a kiss to Chris’s chest, over his heart.

Somehow, they snooze for a little while, just drifting in and out of consciousness, neither of them seeming to want to untangle themselves from the other, until after an indeterminate amount of time, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Chris hums questioningly in reply, not wanting to wake Sebastian, and the door opens cautiously. Lisa pokes her head in again, and the moment she sees them, all wrapped around each other like that, she covers her mouth with her hands, cooing softly.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers, her eyes shining with affection and pride.

“Thanks, mom,” Chris whispers back, blinking back tears. “Love you.”

From where he’s half asleep on Chris’s chest, Sebastian murmurs, “Love you, too.”

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Visits & Visions

A JSE Fanfic

This story is about a page shorter than my usual stuff, but it’s still a lot of pages. There’s a lot of setup with not as much action this time around. Chase visits more people. We check on Schneep again, finally returning to his POV. And then Anti acts like an evil asshole, because he is an evil asshole. Yeah, not much to say about this one. Hope you guys like it regardless :>

You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!

Chase opened the curtains on the bedroom, letting in a wash of sunlight. The bright light was quickly absorbed by the dark blue paint on the walls, but still lit up the desk and swivel chair, dresser and closet, shelves with books and knickknacks, and the bed with the nightstand next to it. Marvin, lying in bed, pulled the blanket up over his head and groaned.

“Sit up and absorb the Vitamin D, bro,” Chase said, sitting down in the swivel chair. Marvin’s cat Ragamuffin was lying on the desk nearby. On top of Marvin’s laptop, to be exact. He peeked open his eyes when Chase sat down, then dismissed him and closed them again.

“No,” Marvin said stubbornly. “I’ll eat a lemon or something instead.”

“Well, first of all, that would be really sour so, uh, maybe not,” Chase pointed out. “And second of all, that’s Vitamin C.”

Marvin groaned again, this time clearly putting on an act. He pushed away the blankets and sat up, running fingers through his messy hair in an effort to semi-comb it. “I look like shit,” he muttered.

“Didn’t you have a hairbrush in here somewhere?” Chase asked, looking around. “Oh, there.” He stood up and walked over to the dresser to grab the brush, which he then handed to Marvin.

“Thanks,” Marvin said, accepting the brush and running it through his hair. He managed to untangle some of the worst of it when he stopped and put the brush on his nightstand. His eyes were cloudy, staring out the window with a vague, far-off gaze. Then he lowered his head into his hands. “Fuck this,” he said, a sob catching onto the end of his voice.

“Oh geez.” There was a tissue box on the dresser as well. Chase picked it up, pulled out a tissue, and handed it to Marvin. 

Marvin accepted the tissue, mumbling another “thanks” and pressing it to his eyes. He...well, he’d looked better. Chase was pretty sure he’d been in bed for at least a whole day. Which, Chase had to admit, he could relate to. Sometimes it was tough. And having your friend kidnapped wasn’t easy, for obvious reasons. Jameson had been missing for about three weeks now, and Marvin was having trouble with that. True, he hadn’t reacted this strongly when Jackie disappeared, but even then, he’d had to take a week to himself. And Chase knew that Marvin was pretty close with JJ. He hadn’t been crying about it as much lately, but it would still happen, seemingly triggered by him just...thinking about the situation.

“You need to drink some water, bro,” Chase said. “Losing all this, uh...moisture isn’t good.”

“Moisture?” That momentarily distracted Marvin as he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Well, I wasn’t going to say ‘fluids.’ You probably would’ve called that out, too.”

“Ah, fair, I guess.” Marvin crumpled up the used tissue and dropped it into the trash bin he’d recently moved near the bed. “Anyway. What’s up with you? What’ve you been doing?”

“Hey, I’m serious about that water thing. You want me to go get a glass from the kitchen?”

“I...yeah, sure. I have a hydro flask in one of the cupboards, use that, not a glass. I don’t want to knock anything over.”

“Great. Be right back.” Chase stood up and hurried to the kitchen. He quickly found the water bottle in one of the cabinets, filling it up with tap water and a few ice cubes before heading back to the bedroom. When he returned, Marvin was lying down again, slowly petting Ragamuffin, who was sitting on the pillow nearby with his head on Marvin’s neck. Chase raised an eyebrow. “That can’t be comfortable.”

“Shhhh. You don’t know the fluffiness,” Marvin said.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve pet him many many times before.” Chase handed Marvin the water bottle. “Good thing I used the lid with the spout thing. Here. Drink that.”

“Mmm.” Marvin started sipping through the attached straw while Chase retook his usual position. After a while, he said, “Soooo...can I ask you what you’ve been doing now?”

“Well I mean...a lot,” Chase said. “I’ve been visiting Schneep and Jack. Both of them are looking a lot better. You should really come with one time, they’d both love to see you, probably Jack especially. Though I mean, talking might be a bit awkward at first. You ever heard of a communication board?”

“Of course. Is Jack using one of those?”

“Yeah, exactly. Cause his, uh, talking and moving isn’t up to par yet.” Chase rubbed the back of his head. “Also, uh...I’m trying to find out more about...Anti.”

“Wh...” Marvin stared at him. He set the water bottle down on the nightstand next to him. “Why?”

“I don’t know, man, I’m ju—I’m tired of not doing anything,” Chase said. “I thought, hey, maybe if I can find something out, I can...I dunno, really. Just help a bit.” He sighed. “I mean, it’s not exactly easy.”

“Oh I can imagine,” Marvin mumbled, reaching up to scratch Ragamuffin’s ears.

“Yeah, he’s a criminal, you know? And a good one. We didn’t even know he existed until Dr. Laurens escaped and confirmed that he did.” Chase made a frustrated noise. “So I mean, looking up news sources is hard. I’ve been trying to find mysterious deaths in the area, going back a few years, but that’s still a lot. And like, he’s gotta have a base somewhere, right? Where he’s keepin—where he has supplies and shit. But how do you find that? God, how did Jackie do this? Seriously, how do you be a detective?”

“Well Jackie, like, went to school for this,” Marvin reasoned. “He knew—knows tricks. What do you mean by news sources? Like, online?”

“Yeah. Why, do you think I should go to the library? Check out old newspapers?”

“I mean...if you’re looking online, maybe he has a website.”

Chase stared at Marvin for a solid thirty seconds. “I’m sorry. A website? A website...for a guy who kills people?”

“They exist,” Marvin said casually. “You remember how I got almost killed back in March?”

“How could I forget that?” The whole story was still pretty unbelievable to him. Marvin had been working for a seemingly normal clothing shop, but because of suspicious activity, decided to look into it. And he’d soon found out that the shop was a front for some sort of smuggling operation, with firearms involved. Not long after that, he’d been attacked on his way home from work, and very nearly died. It hadn’t taken too much thought to realize the shady people behind the operation were behind the attack. “That’s the whole reason you left suddenly.”

“Yeah.” Marvin nodded a bit. “Well, I got curious. I was like, how exactly do you hire someone to kill someone else? So I took my old laptop that I left at my grandma’s house, because like, whatever, it probably should’ve been e-recycled a while ago, or whatever they do. So it didn’t matter what I searched up there, cause I was gonna get rid of it after. And I searched up stuff. And long story short, there is...totally an online market for stuff like that.”

“I...you’re serious?” Chase asked, gaping at him.

“I wouldn’t mess with you about this.”

“It just...seems unbelievable. If there were websites like this, couldn’t the police find them?”

“Sometimes they do.” Marvin’s eyes darkened. “But...there’s a whole...section of the Internet that...isn’t...good. It’s like...for that exact stuff. And if Anti was hired to kill me, he has to have some way for people to...to contact him for stuff like that. A website would be good for that.”

“Oh,” Chase said softly, looking away as he contemplated this new information. It made sense, really. It was more that he didn’t want to believe there was something like that out there. But he had to. So he took a deep breath. “You, uh...know how I’d go about finding something like that?”

Marvin nodded slowly. He gently pushed Ragamuffin away, who didn’t seem to mind and just rolled over, and then sat up. “Hand me that spiral book and one of the pencils from the desk,” he said, pointing. Chase did so, and he started writing down a few things. It took a while, since he would occasionally stop, think about something, and erase and rewrite, but eventually he tore the page out and showed it to Chase. “Here. These are some of the websites I remember, mostly because of the, uh...memorable URLs. Don’t—don’t use a computer you want to keep or have a bunch of information on.”

Chase took the page, scanning the URLs Marvin had written down. There were five of them, and...yeah, he could see why these stuck with him. “Are you gonna do some searching, too? It’d probably go faster with two of us.”

“No.” Marvin immediately shook his head. “I only have my laptop right now, and I really don’t want to compromise that with viruses or anything. That model was expensive, and it’s so much trouble to replace.”

“Oh. Yeah, good point.” Chase hesitated. “Do you...I mean, if you wanted to help me look for Anti, that would be...good. Too. In whatever way.”

Marvin hesitated. Chase could see the battle going on mentally, his usual fiery nature contrasting with the lack of energy he’d clearly been having lately. “I mean...I guess I’ll help you if you need anything,” he finally said after a while.

“That’d be great, bro. I can talk about it when I come over,” Chase said. God, he’d been doing so much visiting lately. Going everywhere, all over the place. It was...tiring. And that wasn’t even including the weekends when he had the kids over at his house. Another reason he hadn’t been able to find much on Anti was because he just didn’t have the time to do any thorough searching. But this website thing seemed easy. He could do it when he got home. “Anyway, keep drinking water. You, like, really need it. And you don’t really get it until you don’t have it.”

“Speaking from personal experience?” Marvin asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chase laughed. “Ah, you caught me. But seriously.”

“Alright, Chase, I understand.” Marvin picked up the water bottle again and started to sip.

——————

As it turned out, searching for illegal websites was not easy.

Chase had an old computer that he’d been keeping in his closet for ages, ever since he got a new, better one for playing and recording games. He dragged it out, booted it up, and set it through a factory restart, since Marvin had advised against having much personal information. From there, it was a bit of...a shot in the dark, really.

The search took a while. Chase was sure that looking at these websites was putting him on some sort of watchlist somewhere, and he couldn’t help but glance around the room every few minutes. Wasn’t there a video game like this, once? Jack had played it on his YouTube channel. Some game where you searched the messed-up dark side of the Internet. Yeah, that was the one where Jackie showed up in the second episode to help him with the puzzles and stuff. But that was just a game. This was real, and he was paranoid that someone would pop up in the window, staring at him.

By the time he found what he was looking for, it was well into the night, and Chase was positive that his browser had logged this worrying activity and possibly sent it to some agencies somewhere. But the search was a success. He’d clicked on a link reading ‘Antiseptic: For Taking Care of Infections.’ Harmless-sounding, if it hadn’t been on a website that listed several other websites, all somehow involving hiring someone to do shady shit for you.

The website from the link was, admittedly, pretty professional-looking. It could have been for a proper business. But it wasn’t. This was a website where you hired a hitman. And that hitman was Anti. Chase unconsciously leaned back from the screen as he clicked around the webpages. Something about rules, something about rates, something about reviews from customers (all anonymous, of course.) And an About page. Chase hesitated, then clicked on that.

The page that popped up had a bright red banner plastered across the top, reading: ‘IMPORTANT: I am not taking any new jobs for the time being. How long, you ask? Until further notice. Why, you ask? Something needs to be taken care of. Wait for your killing. Or go hire someone else.’ Blunt and to the point, while still being vague. Chase didn’t like the sound of ‘something needs to be taken care of.’ He had the strong suspicion that ‘something’ involved Jameson, and possibly Jackie.

He should tell the police about this website, right? It could be an important lead, not only in finding Jameson and Jackie, but in catching Anti altogether. Chase thought about it, and decided he would. But just in case, he’d keep the computer around and remember this URL. So he could search through this website on his own time.

It was late. He really should go to bed. Well, he might be too anxious to, after spending so much time looking at stuff like this, but he should try. But before he shut down the computer, he decided to check out the reviews section. What sort of reviews would a mercenary have?

He glanced at a couple of them, not wanting too many details, but suddenly stopped. The lowest rated review on the front page—god, killings had ratings, that was messed up—read: ‘Left a complimentary review in March when I thought he efficiently killed the target. But now, turns out the bitch is alive, and this bastard made me pay just for the CHANCE of going after him again. And he hasn’t even done it yet! Hurry up, you’—Chase winced at the word used—‘that Irish fucker could tell anyone by now!’

It was probably just a coincidence, but...the attack on Marvin’s life had happened back in March. And Marvin was Irish. And it had happened because some criminals thought he would tell...no, it was probably just a coincidence. It was a big world, after all.

Chase quickly wrote down the website’s URL and, just in case, the path he went through to get to it. He then closed the browser and shut down the computer. This was intriguing, but he’d have to look it over more later. He had to go tell the police about this the next day. It would have to be early in the morning. He had plans. More visiting to do.

——————

By now, Chase was pretty familiar with the visiting room at Silver Hills, as well as the visiting procedure. Enter, sign in who you were and who you were there to see, go wait in the visiting room, and after a while, the patient you were there to see would show up, along with a doctor in tow. Or, well, maybe the doctor was just for a few patients, to keep an eye on the ones who were somehow risky. Either way, the procedure hadn’t changed at all. He breezed right past it today, as always, and didn’t even have time to sit down before the other door in the room opened.

“Chase, my friend!” Schneep gave Chase a quick hug. “It is good to see you again so soon.”

“So soon? It’s been a week, like always.” Chase patted Schneep on the back before pulling away. “But it’s always nice to see you. You look good.”

“Ah, thank you.” Schneep smiled, a bit nervously, twisting his medical bracelet around his wrist.

“I’m serious, Doc.” And it was true; Schneep looked better than he had in a while. His skin had more color, and he’d gained a bit of weight. He was still pretty pale and thin, but it was a welcome, and noticeable, improvement. “Like, your hands aren’t shaking anymore.”

“Hmm?” Schneep looked down at his own hands, holding them still for a moment. “Oh yes. I hadn’t even noticed.”

“Well that’s good,” Chase said encouragingly. “I mean, it’s gotta mean that they’ve figured out, like, medication and stuff.”

“Yes, I think so,” Schneep said, glancing over to the corner of the room where Laurens was sitting, working on something on a clipboard. “Things have stopped changing.”

“Great.” Chase sat down on one of the couches, patting the cushion next to him so Schneep would sit down, which he did. “Anyway, you said last week they’d be moving you back to your first room. Have they done that yet?”

Schneep’s expression brightened. “Yes, they have! Chase, it is so much improved. Even just looking through the window at the ground—well, the window does not open, which I understand, but even just that is so much better. I do wish they would let me wear my own clothes again, but I think that is happening soon.”

“Well it should.” Chase folded his arms, eyeing the plain white shirt and pants Schneep was wearing. “I don’t even understand. Is it that much of a risk?”

“Ah...” Schneep reached up to rub his neck. “Well, not for everyone. You say you do not understand, but I do.”

“If you’re okay with it, then,” Chase said slowly. “Oh, by the way, I brought you something.” He shrugged his backpack off his shoulders, pulling it around to hold in his lap while Schneep watched quizzically. “Stacy and the kids were baking, and they decided to drop some off, and I-I thought, well, I don’t know if there are like sweets in the hospital cafeteria or something, so...” After a bit of rummaging, he pulled out a plastic ziploc bag with a pair of chocolate chip cookies inside. “Here.”

“Oh really?!” Schneep gasped, immediately taking the bag.

“Yeah, really.”

“Thank you!” He wasted no time in opening the bag and taking out one of the cookies, biting into it.

Chase laughed. “I was right, huh? No sweets in the cafeteria?”

Schneep swallowed so he wouldn’t answer with his mouth full. “Well, there are sometimes. I think there is a schedule, maybe for every other day, I do not know. I only started going into the cafeteria...well, I did at the start, but then there was an incident, and—anyway, the point is, I have not been...attending, is that the word? For long enough to learn a schedule. I have only been allowed in the cafeteria and the, ah, rec room recently.”

“Really?” Chase kept a positive note in his voice. “That’s good, right? People say you need a change of environment.”

“Yes.” Again, Schneep glanced over at Laurens. “I hear it is advised. Which is one of the reasons why that—that other doctor was not good at her job.”

“Boy, you are so salty,” Chase said. “But you know what? Go ahead. She was an asshole.”

Schneep laughed.

Chase smiled. “Go ahead and be saltier than those, uh, fucking salt flats in America, or whatever.”

“S-salt flats?” Schneep was laughing so hard that it devolved into coughing. He had to take deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, they like, test the speeds of cars out in this spot in the middle of nowhere because it’s so flat. And it’s, like, made of salt, I think.”

“Is that a fact?” Schneep asked, amused.

Chase pulled out his phone. “Well I’m about to check if it is.”

The rest of the visit flew by. They talked about nothing, which was a welcome change of pace. Briefly, Chase considered telling Schneep about Jameson’s disappearance, as he had for the past two visits. But, just like those previous times, he decided against it. It would probably just upset him. And he didn’t even really know who Jameson was, apart from that one time he freaked out after seeing him. And that encounter certainly didn’t leave a good impression. So they talked about little things. Music, and movies, and what was happening with Chase’s kids. Small talk, yes, but it was the only chance they got to have this small talk each week.

Eventually, the time was up. Chase said goodbye and good luck, which Schneep returned, and left, heading back towards the front desk so he could check out.

Shortly after signing out on the visitor’s sheet, he heard footsteps. Chase looked up to see Dr. Laurens had followed him out. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey.” Chase nodded in greeting. “Uh...everything okay?”

“Yes. Why, are you expecting it to not be?”

“I dunno, it’s just that usually when a doctor talks to you after you finished visiting someone, it’s usually with some sort of news.”

Laurens laughed. “No, it’s all fine. Schneep is doing really well, you know, making a lot of progress. Obviously, it really helps that, ah...the head doctor is no longer holding me so tightly to regulations.” She said it delicately. “So he can actually get the help he needs.”

“Yeah, a doctor with a revenge plot isn’t exactly helpful,” Chase commented. “He wasn’t even the right person for that plot in the first place,” he added, muttering.

“Well I-I guess if you want to be blunt about it,” Laurens said. Clearly, that had never been her style. “Anyway, yes, everything’s going great. I just wanted to ask, I was going through his files recently and I noticed you were down as an emergency contact. Are you still okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure. He doesn’t really have any family who’d respond,” Chase said. “Am I the only one?”

“No, your friend Marvin is there, too,” Laurens said. “We, um, tried to contact his wife—or, uh, separated wife—Mina. She hasn’t responded, so I just thought I’d confirm.”

“Really? Did you, like, call her or mail her or something?” Chase asked, intrigued. Mina had sort of been a distant figure for a while. And even before she and Schneep separated, he hadn’t been too familiar with her. A bit odd, really.

“Yes, Schneep gave us her number and mailing address,” Laurens confirmed. “I guess he could have misremembered it, or she could have changed those. But the point is, no response. So you and Marvin are the only contacts.”

“Got it.”

“Great.” Laurens paused. “Um...do you need anything? I-I understand your other friend woke up, Jack. You’ve got to be pretty busy.”

“Yeah, really.” She didn’t know the half of it. It was...actually really tiring. But he refused to let this stop him anymore. But...Chase considered something, then leaned closer, and quietly said, “Hey, uh, you’re a therapist. Do you know any, like...other therapists? Not here, like, more casual places. That you go visit.”

“Oh yeah! Hang on a second.” Laurens flipped through the pages of her clipboard, unclipping a blank sheet at the back. She took her pen out from behind her ear and wrote something down. “Here. This is the agency I worked for before here. Well...I mean I worked here before. But then I quit and worked there, and came back here—you get the picture.” She laughed awkwardly. “Anyway, there’s a website I’ve written down there. They have listings for different therapists, sorted by specialties and methods, and including, uh, short biographies so you can get to know them a bit before you actually make a booking. So you can know what you’re looking for.”

“Thanks.” Chase took the piece of paper and looked it over. “That was...more information than I thought, really.”

“Well I wasn’t about to just recommend someone,” Laurens said. “That’s for you—or, uh, anyone who’s therapist-shopping.”

That got a laugh out of Chase. “Alright. Anyway, thanks again.” He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. “I’ll see you next week.”

“See you,” Laurens waved as Chase left.

Yes, next week. Assuming nothing went wrong and she had to contact him beforehand. But it probably wouldn’t.

——————

The recreation room of Silver Hills was a large, wide room on the second floor. Schneep hadn’t been in there much. Of course, for a long time Dr. Newson hadn’t allowed it, on the basis of it being dangerous. But even when he first checked in, he didn’t go down to this room that often. Maybe once, to see what it looked like. He hadn’t exactly been in the right mental space for recreation at the time. Too...well, he supposed ‘paranoid’ might be the right word. He didn’t want to get too attached to the space in case this whole thing turned out to be a trick.

But now, he thought he should give it a try. Maybe it would be helpful, to have more to do. He might be able to take his mind off things.

The room had a wall with windows overlooking the front of the hospital, and two doors on the walls to either side. Because of safety concerns, the entertainment was a bit limited. For example, some rec rooms might have a pool table. Not here. Some might have cabinets with board games. Not here. But there was still several playing card games, some pinball machines, and a TV with access to television channels and able to stream movies. There were three tables, each with a cluster of chairs, a couple sofas and armchairs near the TV, and paintings on the wall as decoration.

There were several people already in the room when Schneep peeked in. Mostly patients, with a few orderlies sitting around, identifiable by their uniforms. A group was sitting at one of the tables playing a card game, a couple were at a different table talking to each other and drawing with crayons—maybe a bit childish, but Laurens had stated that colored pencils weren’t allowed—and a few more were sitting around the TV, watching. A few of them had paused whatever they were doing to look over towards the door when it opened, and Schneep immediately froze.

“You okay?” Oliver, the usual orderly, was accompanying him to the room. They still hadn’t lightened up the rule about him being able to walk around on his own, though Laurens had said she was working on it. “Do you want to go back?”

“Nein, no no, I am fine,” Schneep muttered, stepping further into the room and looking around. He couldn’t help but notice he was the only one wearing the standard-issue white shirt and pants. Was that why some of them were staring at him? Or did they just like staring at people?

“Alright, just tell me if there’s anything wrong,” Oliver said, walking in behind him and keeping to the edges of the room, as he usually did.

Schneep nodded vaguely, glancing around to give everyone in the room a second look. Unfamiliar, all of them. There was one, part of the group playing cards, who was really staring at him, but everyone else had turned away, so that was probably her problem more than anything. Folding his arms—well, it wasn’t technically folding his arms, he just sort of grabbed each elbow with a hand—Schneep walked over to the seats by the TV and sat down in the nearest empty armchair. This was fine. That one other patient had stopped staring by now and looked back at the card game, which meant that nobody was looking at him. And that was good. Well, Oliver was there, keeping an eye on things. But nobody was watching him. Really. Nobody was. He didn’t see anyone looking. Everything was fine.

Okay, time to see if he could distract himself. What was on the TV? Schneep took a deep breath as he checked it out. It was definitely a movie of some kind, live-action, but not one that was familiar to him. It had that appearance of an older movie, something in the grain of the film or the delivery of the lines giving away that it was at least a couple decades old. Huh. That was...interesting.

“Hey.”

Schneep jumped, looking to the side. A man was looking at him. Sitting on one of the sofas, near the end closest to his own chair. “Ja? Um, yes?”

“Are you new here?” The man didn’t look too intimidating. Sandy blonde hair and freckles, wearing a blue t-shirt. He had a medical bracelet on his wrist, too.

“No, not at all,” Schneep said. “Why?”

“I just didn’t recognize you. I’ve been here a couple months, I think I recognize the usual crowd in the room. How long’ve you been?”

“Um...” Schneep paused for a second to do the math. It was now November, so that was...“A half a year.”

“Oh.” The man’s eyebrows shot upward.

“Yes, I, um, have not been in this room much. I was not—things were not...not good,” Schneep said awkwardly.

“Ohhhh.” The man nodded in understanding. “I see. I’m Finn, by the way.”

“Henrik.”

“Henrik? Are you—I mean, I don’t want to assume, but your accent, uh, are you German?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you.”

“Thank you. The same.” This was starting to feel a bit awkward. Or maybe it was just him, Finn seemed perfectly comfortable. Schneep turned away, looking back at the TV. “What...is this?”

“The movie? Uh...I don’t know.” Finn shrugged. “I came in when it was already playing. I think Kellie chose it. But it’s, like, something about cars? And this family where the dad’s an inventor? I don’t know. It’s a musical.”

“Hm.” Schneep glanced around the room again. Was there anything else to do? The card game group was starting something new, one of them shuffling the deck. No, no. He didn’t want to interrupt. Maybe he could ask for some drawing supplies from the two who were coloring. Laurens did a drawing exercise with him once, and it had actually been kind of fun. Oh, wait, was there someone new here? There was something moving in the corner of his vision. It could just be in his head, but he turned to look anyway—

The moment he caught full sight of the movement, he cried out, jumping backwards and awkwardly falling out of the chair. He landed on his back, legs still up in the air, but quickly scrambled to his feet, looking back towards what he’d seen.

No. Nobody was there. But it was near one of the room’s doors, what if he left? What if he was—everyone was staring at him. They all were, they all had to be.

“Are you alright?” Finn asked, a concerned expression on his face.

“I-I-I—” Schneep backed up, once again assuming the folded arms position from before. “Don’t—look at me.”

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Finn looked away.

Schneep shuddered a bit, eyes fixed on the point where he saw—he couldn’t really have been there, it must have been in his head. It’s happened before. He’s seen him before...in his head. It. It was the same now. Had to be. Just. Just in his head. Not real.

But he couldn’t fully convince himself. Slowly, he backed up until he hit the nearest wall. Oliver, who’d been sitting nearby, stood up and walked over. “Do you need anything?” he asked quietly.

“I-I—am—will go back to safe—to my room,” Schneep stammered.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Oliver gestured to the door. Not the one that was close to...what he’d seen. Schneep nodded vaguely, and walked over to the door and out, with the orderly trailing behind him. Once they were out of the room, Oliver asked, “Anything else?”

Schneep took a deep breath in, then out. In, then out. It was a relaxation technique, and concentrating on that helped. Gave his brain something to do. “I...the hospital is—is very secure, yes? You cannot break in?”

“It’d be very difficult,” Oliver agreed. “You’d need a key card. And we do have security cameras. Someone would notice.”

“Good. Very good.” In. Out. In. Out. Laurens had reassured him many times before. Anti couldn’t get in here. So what he saw...it must have been...not real.

I’m real as ever, Henrik.

Schneep almost responded, but then firmly shut his mouth. It didn’t help to acknowledge the voices. It didn’t help to acknowledge any of them, even if he wanted to. Everything was going to be okay. This was a safe place. He didn’t have to worry about anything.

He kept reminding himself of these facts even hours after the incident. Anti couldn’t get in here. It wasn’t possible. This was a safe place. Everything was going to be okay.

——————

Well that was a failed test run.

Anti flipped the keycard between his fingers, watching it twirl through the air as he leaned back in his desk chair. He hadn’t been expecting to be spotted. They didn’t know what he looked like, and he had a small disguise, just in case. He thought that hiding his scars and darkening his hair would be enough to prevent him from being noticed. But apparently, he’d left quite an impression on the good doctor.

No one would believe him, of course. Judging by that psychiatrist’s notes, the one in the turquoise notebook, spotting Anti was a common hallucination of Schneep’s. No one would know that it was real, this time. But still. It was the principle.

Sitting up straight, Anti swiveled in his chair to face a computer monitor. The screen was divided into four sections, each showing a different angle of a single room with pale yellow walls and a pair of bunk beds. Maybe four cameras was overkill, but better safe than sorry. It looked like the two people in the room were having a conversation. He turned on the audio so he could listen in.

“—never had any siblings,” Jackie was saying, slowly swaying from side to side where he was sitting in one of the chairs. “Mom wasn’t very, uh—I-I was a miracle baby. Though sometimes I joke that I had a sister, but really it was me before I transitioned.”

So I’m the only one in the group, JJ signed. He was sitting in the other chair at the table, across from Jackie. Each of them had a plate in front of them with a sandwich and a bottle of juice.

“Yeah. Unless you count Chase’s sister-in-law, but eh. None of us do.” Jackie shrugged.

JJ laughed a bit, which soon faded. I should have asked about your family sooner, Jackie. Even before...all of this happened. I’m sorry.

“No, it’s fine,” Jackie reassured him. “I mean, family was probably a thing for you, right? Considering...this whole situation.”

Jameson nodded, looking a bit paler.

Watching the conversation, Anti frowned. That was hardly fair.

Anyway, I’d much rather talk about other people’s families, for obvious reasons, JJ continued. Like...for example, your friend Henrik. He doesn’t have any siblings either?

“No. And, uh, before you can ask about his parents...they’re assholes.” Jackie’s voice turned bitter. “They don’t live here, they’re back in Germany, and he’s very glad for that.”

Ah. Sorry for asking.

“No, it’s fine. Really.” Jackie frowned, and sat up straight. “You, uh...I-I don’t remember you apologizing as much before,” he said slowly. “Are you...okay?”

Jameson started to sign sorry, but then caught himself. He leaned over onto the table, briefly hiding his head in his arms before signing, I was working on that with my therapist. But now, it’s just all...He couldn’t even find the words and just threw his hands up in the air before hiding his head in his arms again.

Jackie leaned forward and placed his hand on Jameson’s arm. “It’s fine. We’re, uh...under a lot of stress. It makes sense that you’d, uh...things would happen again. It’s not wrong or anything. I think you’re doing great.”

Anti switched off the audio and looked away. Nothing was wrong with apologizing. It certainly wasn’t something you needed to talk to a therapist about. In fact, why did Jameson even need a therapist? He was fine.

Well...no, he wasn’t. Because he was different. Anti had backed off for a bit, giving him space to adjust, and then started talking with him again. Not for very long, but he’d come into the room, Jackie would back off and stay quiet, and he’d talk to Jameson. The goal was to regain trust, but it just wasn’t working. Jameson was anywhere from unresponsive to aggressive towards him. He didn’t get it. Yes, the initial approach wasn’t good, he’ll admit that. But what else was he supposed to do? He was trying to make up for it. The room was starting to get a bit crowded with all the things he’d given him. Books, a music player, even a beanbag chair. Anything he wanted.

Well, almost anything. He couldn’t give him everything right away, otherwise there would be nothing left for good behavior.

Anti sighed. And once again, he twirled the keycard through his fingers. And it gave him an idea. What if...one of those rewards...yes, that might work.

That might work indeed.

Anti slowly grinned, and opened up his calendar to figure out when would be the best time to enact the plan that was forming in his mind.

[hold-me-sickfics]

Soooo I did a thing😊💙 this is the first chapter of a Yoonmin Vampire fic that I’m trying out☺️ I hope y’all like it!

TW: Alcohol mention, past parental death mention, food, blood mention, supernatural creature mention (if I missed any please let me know!💙)

Also, I promise there will be sickfic/hurt fic involved in most of the upcoming chapters💙

“Dang Jimin, how long do you take to get dressed in the morning? I’ve been down here for at least a half hour already, and your light was on when I woke up.” Jungkook was halfway done with his cereal, and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone.

“Perhaps your lack of effort is the reason you look like a stray dog then?” Jimin chuckled, grabbing a protein shake out of the refrigerator.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes. The two almost always had some sort of playful, fighting banter going on. As brothers, it was essentially a given.

Jimin turned around to face the counter.

“Oh no, please don’t do this.” Jungkook whined.

“Do what?”

“Wear that stupid Twilight t-shirt again. We’re seniors Jimin, you gotta let all this vampire vs. werewolf crap go.”

“And why is that?” Jimin knew Jungkook didn’t like his… tiny obsession with vampires. But, in all actuality, it really wasn’t as bad as Jungkook made it out to be.

“Because it really isn’t fitting for a guy who’s eighteen to have a room covered in posters and about ten journals with Edward Cullen fanfictions filling the shelf.”

“You’re just jealous because you couldn’t write if you tried.”

Jungkook looked fed up. Jimin took a sip of his shake before speaking again.

“Quit your whining. If I didn’t write so much, you wouldn’t have passed English last year. I’m still waiting on my fifty bucks for writing that essay over The Raven.”

“I’m working on it. Money is tight Jimin.”

“More like you couldn’t keep yourself from buying a few rounds for the band last week hm?” Jimin felt the same way about Jungkook’s band as Jungkook felt about Jimin’s writing. Both were deemed useless and a waste of time by the other.

“At least I made the money that I spent.” Jungkook put a lot of emphasis behind the word “made.”

Jimin didn’t respond. He too made his own money, but Jungkook didn’t view earning money through literary submissions to count as actually “making money.” He instead, went out to the car, going ahead and loading his bags. Jungkook was close behind, locking the door as he came out.

“Want me to drive or do you want to?” Jungkook asked, spinning the keys on his finger.

“You can. I’ve got some reading to finish up before we get to school.” What Jimin actually meant was that he had a fanfiction to finish.

“Aight. How’d your bio test go the other day?” Jungkook asked, turning the key.

Underneath their little bickering sessions, both boys would do anything for each other. Since their parents passed a few months ago, they were basically each other’s only support.

“It was decent. I don’t think I did great, but I’m like 82.93 percent sure I passed.”

Both boys laughed. Jimin had a tendency in situations like these to think up these certain percentages with decimals because, well why not? But, they were always quite funny when he voiced them in conversations.

“That’s better than me with my literature quiz. I think I made a forty something.”

Jimin looked down at his screen, reading the words that someone like himself had thought up and published on Ao3.

“Edward’s fingers cascaded down Bella’s back as he held her close, knowing she was his, and his alone.

“You don’t understand Bella. I’d be nothing without you.”

Bella sighed.

“You shouldn’t think those thoughts. You have me. There’s no reason to consider any other situations.”

Edward couldn’t help himself but to ponder on what his miserable existence had been like before her. He held her, trying desperately to forget.”

“You know,” Jimin started as Jungkook stopped at a stop light.

“Hm?”

“Some of these are really good, and some of these are the stupidest, cheesiest things i’ve ever beheld.”

“B-beheld? Jimin… You need a break.” Jungkook laughed.

“For the first time, I think you might actually be right.” Jimin chuckled, putting his phone up.

When they arrived at school, Jungkook went on to his class and Jimin went on to his. As he sat down at his desk, he observed that the entire floor was muddy with the shoeprints of all the students who’d come in before him. He glanced out the window, seeing the sky already a dark blue. It must have rained last night… and probably would rain more soon. Where he lived, it seemed that the weather was either raining, snowing, or storming at all times. He must have not noticed it on the way since he’d been so enthralled by his phone and then the conversation with Jungkook.

As usual, the upcoming storm inspired him, and he pulled out his notebook and ink pen from his bag, writing down a few words from an idea that had been looming around his mind since he’d gotten out of bed this morning.

“ “Ahhagghhh! It- It hurts, Jimin… “ He squirmed under Jimin’s light touch. As much as Jimin hated it, he had to keep cleaning the wound. Much like humans, vampires weren’t protected from injury or infection. It was just that they had the advantage of not being able to die from it. “I’m so sorry baby. I promise I don’t mean for it to hurt.” Jimin’s eyes softened in sympathy. “W-wait…. I- I need a break please… please Jimin just… mmmhhh…” The vampire reached his hand out, clearly pained. Jimin stopped, taking his hand. “It’s okay. You’re alright-”

And then he hit a mental block. What would he name this character? He thought for a moment, and then the teacher came in and put his creativity on hold.

“Good morning everyone. It looks to be a rather dark and dreary day outside, so I thought we could go over something to match. Have any of you ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?”

Jimin had to admit, he was irritated at the fact that he couldn’t continue his story yet, but if it was over something as interesting as this sounded, he’d let it slide. This was the only class that didn’t get on his nerves. The professor, Kim Namjoon, had a way of making things sound way more captivating than they would normally be.

Namjoon and Jimin were on a first-name basis. This wasn’t the first time he’d had Namjoon as a teacher. In fact, this was the second time. However, only during the “summer tutoring program” had they found out they shared an interest in the mythical, and magical. They’d discussed the idea of ghosts, spirits, vampires, werewolves, you name it, all on a literary basis of course. Neither of them believed in the last two, but it was certainly fun to consider them.

However, as interested as Jimin was, his mind wandered during the lecture. He first thought of other side ideas for his fanfictions at home, and then he thought of what he needed to do when he got home. That’s when he had the idea.

“Min Yoongi.”

That was the name. It was almost as if a low, husky voice had spoken to him. He had to admit, he liked it. He scribbled down the name on the margin of his workbook page, and then made a point to keep listening to Namjoon’s lecture.

[katslitg]

how the open heart lis would react to you being pregnant. (obvs jackie’s pregnant in her scenario.)

Jackie Varma:

god she’d be pissed!!!!!!

“what do you mean positive??? check the other ten tests!!!!”

“jack, all of them say posi-“ “shut up!!!”

she’d be mad, mostly at herself for not being careful enough

pregnancy on top of money problems is rough

good thing you two already live together

wouldnt acknowledge it until she started showing

“dr varma, ure pregnant???” “yeah, just ignore it.”

shed ignore you at the beginning, not knowing what to do

“jackie, c’mon, you cant keep ignoring me! it takes to two to tango!” “i can and i will,”

when you finally force her to come shopping for baby clothes, supplies, furniture etc, she loves it

“omg look how adorable! can you believe our baby’s feet are this small!”

she’d become insecure further into the pregnancy

“what if im not going to be a good mom, hm?”

“don’t say that, jack, you’ll be a great mom,”

you two would move into the your room, since it had a better view and change her room into a nursery

the boys would help you put everything together.

“bryce, that’s not where its supposed to be- ykw forget it.”

“jesus, dr ramsey do you even know how to-“ bryce would shut up just seeing ethan give him a glare

“see i knew raf would come around to save the day” she’d flirt with him, making him blush

cutest mood swings ever!!!

“all im saying is he’s a fucking jerk and i- ohhh sienna are those donuts?”

jackie would get stressed at the weirdest moments, and you kiss her and cuddle with her to calm her down

“mc, you know i hate kids, why did this have to happen to us!!!!”

she’d slowly come to terms with the fact that she was going to become a parent

god giving birth would scare this woman, and trust me not a lot of things scare her

“mc, what if-“ “jack, breath, everything will be fine!”

when you two found out you’d have a daughter she smiled

“at least i wont have to deal with a little mc” she’d joke

when she got in labour she’d curse at everyone!!!

“AND YOU! YOU MC ARE THE WORST ONE HERE! GETTING ME PREGNANT AND THAN MAKING ME DO THE HARD PART I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

“uhhh....”

after a couple of years, the three of you would move into a bigger apartment, still close to the hospital

god, your daughter absolutely lovessssssssss aunt sienna and uncle elijah!!!! these two dorks would hang around with her all the time

“dad, can i stay at aunt sienna’s after school?”

“she’s working today sweetheart but mommy will be there to pick you up”

you two would have some sweet, annoying nicknames for her

love, sweetheart, sugar, honey etc

Bryce Lahela:

he’d be excited and scared

he would freeze when he found the positive pregnancy test in his trashcan

“i wanted to tell you but seems like you already found out,”

he’d shut you out and be less loud at work

“bryce, please talk to me” “uhh, cant have a long shift today”

but one day you’d show up to his apartment, keiki opened the door

“oh hey keiki, is bryce home?” “yeah come in”

youd try to get him to talk but man he was not feeling it

“i just need some space mc,”

wouldnt even take a week for him to come over and apologize to you

“im just not sure if i’d make a good dad, i mean i had two bad examples growing up, what if i-“

youd cut him off with a kiss

“no need to stress, bryce, im certain you will make a great dad!”

you two would have to look for a bigger place, and also someone to fill your spot at the apartment

sienna, elijah and jackie would help you decorate the nursery

“jackie those colours do not match with the blankets i bought” sienna would say while jackie just rolled her eyes

“well maybe you shouldn’ve bought so! many! blankets!” jackie said while holding up multiple blankets

“guys please its mc and bryce’s child we can’t fight over this” elijah was the only one who would think rationally

when you found out you were having a son bryce almost jumped into the air

“a little bryce,,,,” he’d say with heart eyes, making you roll your eyes

when you went into labour, he’d be the one freaking out

“can’t believe im saying this when im the one in labour, but good god bryce calm down!”

uncle raf!!!!! aunt kyra!!!!!

rafael and kyra would absolutely adore your son!!!! theyd fight over whose turn it was to babysit

“kyra, you had him last weekend!” “but mc said he always talks about how fun aunt kyra is!”

“why dont you two take him to the park together? he loves both aunt kyra and uncle rafael equally” bryce would say, making the two adults reluctantly agree

“finally a moment alone with the woman of my dreams” he said the second they left, making you chuckle

keiki would hang out with your son. occasionally.

“aunt keiki can you read me a bedtime story?” “right. im aunt keiki.”

she’d love it secretly

Rafael Averio: (pretending sora doesnt exist here lol)

this man would beam with joy!!!

he had always dreamt of having a big family of his own

“youre pregnant?” “yeah.... i-“ he’d kiss you before you could even say anything else

would brag to everyone about it

“do you guys know im goin-“ “going to be a dad? yes raf you told us like a million times” his paramedic friends would say

it was even funnier when you saw how some people avoided him because of it

would not leave ur side

“jesus ever heard of personal space?” “oops sorry”

he’d be at ur apartment all the time

“raf, not that we don’t enjoy you being here but don’t you idk have other friends?” jackie would try to get him out of the house

sienna’d be fine with it since he would help her cook n bake stuff

“i didnt know you cooked!” “not really just some stuff i picked up from my grandma”

he’d sleep over at your apartment

when you got insecure he’d talk to you and make u forgot about it in a certain way ;)

“what if im not a good mom? or what if your fanily doesn’t approve of me?? oh good god this is not going how i imagined-“ “relax, you know my family loves you, now get over here”

you’d move in with him, and get someone to fill ur spot in the apartment

the two of you going to the senior center together!!!

“now edith you better not get to comfortable” you’d joke, earning a laugh from rafael

kyra and bryce would come over and help with the nursery, of course it was after the boys’ gym day so bryce dragged ethan with them

“hey gu- oh hey dr ramsey!” you’d say with a bright smile when you opened the front door.

“kyra not that i dont love you but what even is this?” “yeah i tried to make a blanket but as you can see it backfired”

“uhm ethan you sure that this is the color we picked out?” bryce would panic, knowing damn well they didnt do the one you asked them to do right

“well good thing aunt kyra did got the good color” she’d go get it from the car while the two men started at her in confussion

when you found out you were having a girl he got super excited

“a little mc running around the house” he’d say, already coming up with names

when you’d go into labour he’d put up a calm gentle persona while in reality he wanted to screammmmm

uncle bryce n aunt jackie!!!

u cant tell me bryce n raf havent become close friends

“hey dad can uncle bryce and aunt jackie stay for dinner?” “sweetie youre ignoring the rest of our guests”

even tho they would admit it bryce and jackie loved babysitting her

“do you want to come with uncle bryce?” “bryce thats enough its MY day!”

his family would come around often, bringing gifts every single time

his grandma would try to get him to propose, earning glares from him

when your daughter heard juliana say something along the lines of “when is the wedding” she’d get super excited!!!

“are you two really getting married??!!”

Ethan Ramsey:

you two would already be in an awkward position bc of the gwyneth thing

what was worse was that he admitted to not wanting to get married and have children

god, that little fight on the way to leland and at house took a toll on you, so when june came to check on you back in the hospital you told her

“so, youre pregnant?” “yeah” you’d sob

she wouldnt force you to tell her who the dad is, but it was obvious

before the fight you’d always come to the diagnostics team’s meetings with a smile on your face but now it was a neutral face or sometimes even a frown

soooo ethan found out. not directly from you, but from june, resulting in another fight

“you told june but not me?” “you dont even want kids i cant just casually bring it up!”

the awkwardness would be there for a while, im talking 2-3 months

“enough already! you two talk this out! not only is this bad enough for the two of you but also for me and baz! think about us! and our patients!” june’d snap one day

you’d talk it out, still awkward around each other

“jesus, ethan we can’t keep doing this, i have an appointment to check on the little one, you want to join?” you would try to keep the awkwardness at a certain level, he’d nod with a smile on his face

so when he found out he was having a son, he’d be happy, still very scared but very happy

“im sorry, mc. i acted as a jerk and didnt listen to your needs. i want to be in your and our baby’s lives.”

he’d ask you to move in with him, which you reluctantly agreed to, i mean there wasnt even enough space for a nursery in your apartment

sienna would invite herself and elijah over to help you with the nursery , since they knew about you two since that time after the hearing

“thank you, trinh,” ethan would say as he accepted the cookies she had baked

“i helped too. just so you know” elijah chimed in, earning a chuckle from you

god labour was the worst, you had to do an emergency c section since it was a bit too early for the baby to be born

so when they send your son off to the nicu, ethan would be there the whole time, very worried

“dr ramsey, you should go we’ll take care of him” the nurses would try to get him out of there with no luck, “no its fine i just want to stay here”

when you two could finally go home he would make sure to never youre side

“mc do you need anything? want me to bring you something to drink? maybe an extra blanke-“ “ethan shut uppppppppppppppppp its 3 am”

of course your friends would come over but not as often since they had to take care of their interns and stuff

uncle baz and aunt june!!!!!

“AUNT JUNE!!!!” he’d yell when you, june and baz picked him up from the daycare at the hospital

“wow so youre just ignoring uncle baz?” baz would act hurt, making the boy laugh

[anika-ann]

Nothing but the Truth - Pt.2

The Arrangement

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader        Word count: 2690

Summary: A fake dating AU. Tony is being Tony, you are still confused until you aren’t and Sam… well, Sam finds out that his friends are idiots – bigger idiots than he thought, that is.

Warnings: swearing, threats of violence, fluff...?

Story Masterlist

‘Because we need your help.’

You repeated the words in your head; once, twice… your gaze flickered between the photos and the pair of Avengers, landing on Steve then. You repeated the whole process.

Stark’s expression screamed impatience, Romanoff’s challenge and Steve’s was completely unreadable except for his eyes which gave away how the wheels in his head were turning as much as the ones in yours.

You looked at the hologram again.

“…I don’t follow,” you said finally, earning an annoyed eyeroll from the billionaire.

“Cute,” he commented and you wondered whether he meant ‘stupid’, ‘innocent’ or… well, ‘cute’.

“Let me explain,” Natasha interrupted your musing. “There’s a streak of missing couples for the past month – ten people so far. It’s too much. And the last couple was too high-profile for Ross not to shove it our way.”

Your heart clenched, face twisting in sorrow. Ten people missing. They were pairs indeed as you had thought. Most of them were rather young, but there was also a couple of seniors, sticking out. What could have happened? Were Tony and Natasha trying to tell you that someone… hurt them?

That was surely regrettable, but what did it have to do with you and the tabloids blowing up one lunch date to proportion?

“So,” you hesitated, once more searching support with Steve; his expression was slightly irritated now and you felt your gut twist as if in dark promotion. “You want me… – or us – to do… what exactly?”

“Well you and Captain Virtue over here could actually keep pretending to be a couple-“ You could do WHAT. “-and if we luck out, you’ll lead us right to-“

The sudden bang that rattled the table you were sitting at startled you enough to make you jump.

“Absolutely not!” Steve’s voice protested loudly and you instantly knew that the conclusion you came to was right.

They wanted… they wanted you-

“You want us to be the bait,” you voiced your thoughts, sounding as much in disbelief as you were.

There might have been a hint of hurt at the instant dismissal of the idea from Steve’s side. It shouldn’t have hurt you that he hated the idea of dating you – fake or not –, you were painfully aware of how much out of your league he was after all, but it did.

Of course, you were setting aside the fact that they were suggesting for you to play bait for a potential serial kidnapper – or worse, a serial killer. But hey, you would have been in Captain America’s company, what safer place on Earth there was?

“Kinda yeah,” Tony confirmed, one corner of his lips quirking as he noticed that you were… ugh, considering it.

Except there were two major hiccups; one, Steve was apparently very much against it, which, again, ouch, and second… well.

“I’m sorry, but who would be dumb enough to try to kidnap Captain America?” you questioned silently, earning two raised eyebrows and one frown from the man in question. He seemed… angry with you? You sunk further into your seat.

“That’s your issue with this? Not the fake dating? Watch out, Cap, you might have an admirer…”

Your face felt hot for the hundredth time in the past 24 hours.

“Shut up, Tony,” Steve hissed, shifting his gaze to him again. “Just let her be. This is out of question. I can’t believe you’re even considering it-”

You felt a pang in your gut, unsure whether he was referring to you or his superhero friends. He sounded… harsh. Steve was never harsh with you. It sucked.

Natasha sighed tiredly. “The thing is, Steve, that the cat is already out of the bag. We might as well use it.”

“No! No way! It’s too dangerous! And she has a point!” he gestured to you, his voice rising in volume again. “We should use some low-key agents – well-trained but not recognizable-“

“That’s the thing,” Tony interrupted his outrage, pointing a finger-gun at him. “We need the attention of this guy, whoever he might be. Or they. You absolutely will get the attention. Some random couple? Eeee, not so much. We need to make sure he picks the ones we send-”

Steve’s hand balled in a fist and he raised it, lowering his head to it, his knuckles brushing his mouth as if he needed to stop himself from spilling whatever streak of curses which gathered on the tip of his tongue. He took a deep breath, while your mind still raced.

If he would have agreed… would you be willing to do it?

An excited hormones-fuelled voice that imagined what could it be like, basking in his intimate proximity, touching casually for show, hell, maybe even kissing, yelled an enthusiastic yes.

Another, a voice of reason, the one that guarded your heart, pointed out that it would be all pretend, you would only fell for him harder and got your heart broken in the process as you would have only had a week or something of a somewhat relationship with Steve and then had it taken away.

Then the third voice screamed at you to get your shit together, because this meant offering yourself to be a bait for a serial whatever, a very much bad guy, and you should get your sense of self-preservation checked.

But the missing couples-! Protested yet another voice and you shook your head lightly in attempt to shush them all and focus on the discussion that was still unfolding in front of you. The choice wasn’t yours anyway – at least not only yours.

“Yes, I get that, Tony. So… so it will just take some more time to lure him in, but at least we won’t endanger a civilian.”

The way Steve said the last word gave you a pause, angry and yet warmly; and his distaste made so much more sense now, his protective side kicking into overdrive and the realization eased your mind a bit. He might not want to date you (fake-date you, whatever), but it wasn’t the only reason.

He wanted to keep you safe.

Which was… very sweet and thoughtful of him and there might have been a part of you that lighted up at his care; purely friendly or not, you apparently mattered.

See, you should go through with this. It could be so, soooo nice…

Shut your cakehole!

“Ten people are already missing, Rogers,” Tony reminded him and your gaze involuntarily shifted towards the photos again, guilt stabbing your stomach. “Potentially dead.”

“And she’s NOT going to be the eleventh!” Steve exploded, hitting the table again with his fist, glaring at his friend, fuming with irritation.

You gulped, startled by the display of strength, yet you didn’t tear your eyes away from the hologram to check Steve’s expression.

Ten people. Potentially dead. Christ.

Innocent people. Civilians, just like you.

Their faces were staring at you accusingly. What choice was to make here?

Fuck self-preservation; you would have Steve by your side. The danger of getting hurt was minimal. Admittedly, your heart was in a considerably higher risk, but that was for you to deal with later.

You cleared your throat, fighting against the lump that had grown in it. Your voice was quiet in comparison to Steve’s angry exclaims, but it brought everyone’s attention to you nonetheless.

“No, I won’t…”

Steve shot you a grateful look, apparently convinced you finally gathered some sense and were taking his side. Natasha’s slow smile seemed to confuse him; and you knew that she, unlike Steve, caught on.

“…because you’ll protect me,” you explained slowly, skilfully avoiding Steve’s gaze, grateful when Tony clapped his hands twice, content, and gave you an excuse to look at him instead.

“Great! It’s a date!”

“Doll…” a low warning came from your left and you swallowed again, mouth dry as he spoke the rarely used pet name.

Shifting your gaze so it focused on the table between you, you bargained, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. “Unless you’re disgusted with a little pretending. We don’t exactly have to make out-“

A hand, a very nice large hand with tenderlong fingers appeared in your field of vision, making you look up, your teeth worrying over your lower lip. Hesitantly, you extended your own hand, placing it in his. He squeezed gently; you barely noticed, too lost in his eyes, his emotions served on a cerulean platter. Disapproval. Concern. Hesitance.

He was considering it.

“That’s not it, doll. This… this could get ugly pretty quickly and— you didn’t sign up for this. I- I’d hate for you to get hurt,” he whispered sincerely, a vulnerability you weren’t used to seeing softening his expression.

Your heart might have almost given out at his admission.

“I trust you, Steve,” you declared with the same honesty, making sure to keep your gazes locked. “I trust you with my life.”

You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head again, considering every angle, battling the responsibility he felt towards the missing couples and his unwillingness to go through with this.

You heard your pulse pounding in your ears, speeding up with each second of staring into his eyes, assessing your expression, searching. God, how a person could have eyes so deep? Were you even breathing or did you forget how to do that with him looking at you as if the rest of the world didn’t exist, his warm palm engulfing yours?

The sound of slow claps snapped you from your reverie and you backed into your seat as if you got burned (again), following the sound with your eyes; Tony was clapping his hands, earning a death glare from Natasha and Steve, while you only stared at him, confused.

“What? I thought they were practicing!” he said to his defence, shrugging.

“Tupitsa,” Natasha muttered under her breath and you had a distant feeling that it was an insult in her mother tongue. Not that you cared, you were still too taken aback by the fact this was actually happening. And you were most definitely not recovered from your surreal moment with Steve. “Anyway. There’s one more little thing.”

“…what?” Steve sighed, seemingly bone-tired.

“All of the couples? They were freshly engaged,” Natasha explained with an innocent grin.

Well. Fuck.

“So, hon,” Tony hummed, pulling out a jewellery box from his pocket, apparently having been counting on you agreeing to their plan.

He made a show of opening the box ceremonially and revealing a ring which very obviously came from a vending machine. He placed it on the table between you and Steve, much closer to you.

“Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and become Steve’s wife?”

Sam Wilson was a man on a mission.

And the mission was to punch Captain America so hard that the man would see all the stars he was supposedly spangled with.

The nerve on him! How dared he to-

Oh, Sam was so pissed off.

No, he was beyond pissed off. He saw red. He was out for blood. He was fucking furious.

He didn’t bother knocking and threw the door open with such force that it hit the wall; he was sure that the only reason it was able to do that was not the lack of technical advance, but Tony’s need for dramatics for when he needed to do exactly what Sam did.

For once, Sam was truly, truly grateful.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

He found his so-called friend who was about to get punched sitting at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he was ready to take a nap for another seventy years.

“Sam-“ he muttered and the image of him, his tone… it gave Sam a pause. Enough for him to have the decency to shut the door and take a breath before turning back to the supersoldier, who was now watching him with a set of puppy eyes.

Sam huffed in exasperation. Avenging did not pay good enough for him to deal with this shit. Especially not with this kind of bullshit. He strode to the desk, but kept his fists at his side.

For now.

“You do not get to ‘Sam’ me! Not when you agreed to put my friend’s life on the line! A very civilian, very much defenceless friend!!” he spitted out, unable to keep his voice even.

And why should he? That was his friend he was talking about! And Captain Flawless Moral Compass just put her in danger! And for what?! Because he wasn’t couldn’t keep it in his pa-

“I tried to talk them out of it,” Steve defended himself evenly. “Trust me, Sam, I don’t like it either-“

That fucking nerve on him!

“Oh, don’t you?” Sam asked sarcastically, tone biting. “You really wanna pretend that faking a relationship with her, having an excuse to be aaaaawfully close, casual touching, kissing, god knows what, isn’t ridiculously convenient for you?!”

Steve straightened in his chair at that implication.

“Hey! I would never do anything against her will!”

“You BETTER!” Sam exploded, accenting his words with his fist hitting the desk hard enough to hurt himself. Panting, he drilled a hole in Steve’s head with the intensity of his glare, staring into the guilt-laced eyes, until Steve apparently couldn’t bear it, lowering his gaze. Sam sighed, dropping his head and leaned onto his palms on the table. “You better, Rogers.”

Silence wrapped around the men, neither of the saying a word, both of them too caught in their own heads.

“And I will do everything to protect her,” Steve whispered, causing Sam to grind his teeth, a coil twisting his stomach.

Of fucking course. Scout boy Steve, a protective Prince Charming. Naturally, he would promise Sam that. The responsibility Sam was convinced Steve would feel for her was the only thing that saved the supersoldier from a punch in his face.

“Good. Because if you don’t, I’ll raise a fucking hell. That’s basically my little sister we’re talking about.”

Which wasn’t quite the truth. They didn’t even know each other that long but they might as well do.

He had taken over the role of the big brother soon after they had become friends and she had come to work with red-rimmed eyes, admitting why, after a bit of subtle pressure from his side. She had been smart enough to cut off a relationship with a control-freak asshole early, but Sam was sure that moment that her gentle soul needed to be protected. And he had happily stepped in, vetting every guy who even remotely showed interest in her ever since.

It was probably pointless to say that so far, he approved of no one. Even though… well.

“I’d never forgive myself if she got hurt on my watch,” Steve pointed out, voice still rather quiet in contrast to Sam’s. “I care about her, Sam. You know that. I know you do.”

“Yeah, that’s part of the problem,” Sam scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest in defiance. “Please, all least drop the crappy act of Stark and Romanoff having to twist your arm to do this.”

The blond leaned into the backrest heavily, eyeing his friend with resemblance of guilt. At least he had enough decency to do so.

“Sam, I-“

“You keep her safe,” Sam ordered, raising his index finger to emphasize his point. “And you do not break her heart, you hear me? Because otherwise? You’re a dead man, serum-boosted or not.”

Steve gulped, his Adam’s apple jumping. Sam felt a wave of satisfaction at completed mission wash over him. He wasn’t naïve; he wasn’t fooling himself thinking Steve was afraid of getting punched. No, he was afraid that he just might hurt her himself; and knowing that, Sam trusted him a bit more.

After all, until today’s horrible decision, Steve Rogers had been so far the only candidate Sam respected enough to consider giving a green light for pursuing his little sister.

“Noted.”

Sam left the room with a sharp nod of approval, peripherally noticing Steve running a hand down his face.

This time, Sam was careful with the door.

Part 3

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#TashaTravels : buongiorno Italy!

Omg um Hi? hahaha lololol this is so so awkward. but hey guys Tasha is back! *bunyi drumroll* I know that I’ve been quiet for so long and I’m truly sorry for making you guys wait for almost a year plus, or more kot? I’m truly, deeply sorry :(  okayla dulu i selalu questioned kenapa bloggers selalu tak consistent untuk keep their blogs updated. Now that I’ve become one of them baru i tahu yang it actually takes a lot to consistently write. All this while I’ve been busy with my studies and all, so yea I couldnt really spare my time to sit down and write. (okay dah ah i dah takda idea nak bagi alasan apa dah hahahaha)

okay let’s get started! so as you all know, I went to Italy with my family for a month, last year, in 2019. “fuyo sebulan loaded teroks” kata siti rogayah (bukan nama sebenar) kepada thenah (sebut senah je spelling je acah matsalleh sikit). first and foremost, assalamualaikum I just want to make it clear yang i tak loaded pun haha. we went there pun ikut my dad punya business trip je maka nya rakan rakan sekalian, most of our expenses there were covered by the company, kalau tak memang i kena jadi petani sambilan lerr tanam taugeh tepi Pisa tower untuk sara diri i kat italy. so if haritu i cerita pasal france, seperti yang dijanjikan, this time I akan cerita pasal places that i visited in Italy, including some parts of Swiss. tapi not all la i akan cerita interesting places je kiyoh kiyoh (dekat tumblr je boleh gelak cemni kalau gelak kiyoh kiyoh in real life nanti mesti ternganga makcik yang duduk sebelah rumah i tu). jadi mari kita kita explore 6 places to visit in Italy bersama Tasha The Explorer yeaayyy (macam biasa, ni dora version takda monyet)

#1 Verona

I personally love Verona walaupun masa kitorang pergi tu panas gila ibarat tersadai di padang pasir yang kering kontang ye anak anak (ni kalau cikgu BM i baca peribahasa yang i baru reka 2 saat yang lepas ni mesti dia suruh i jalan itik keliling padang netball sambil baca kamus dewan edisi ke 4). tapi memang panas gila lah taktipu. tapi i still suka verona sebab dia macam bila you sampai tu you’ll be like “Ouh now this is italy” because you can somehow feel the italy vibes there. In verona you’ll get to see plenty of cosy cafes with outdoor seating as well as souv shops. Colosseum pun ada but a small one lah i tak pergi rome tsk tsk (ini bunyi nangis ye for those yang taktahu) so i masuk colosseum kat sini je. if you happen to come here later, my advice would be, hm takyah masuk la haha sebab takda apa pun bazir duit je baik tengok kat google.com je.

anyway, those who are fans of romcom movies (macam i yeay)  tahu la kot kenapa verona ni jadi tourist spot. For all you know, Verona has become one of the most popular tourist spots in Italy since the release of Letters to Juliet, the famous american romantic comedy movie yang Amanda Seyfried berlakon tu. siapa tak tengok lagi please la go tengok cerita ni cute nak nangis okie dekat netflix pun ada. so basically in that movie like dorang tunjuk dekat Casa de Giuletta you boleh write your relationship problems and leave your letters there nanti Secretaries of Juliette akan reply kan. I taktahu if yall tahu or no but I’m telling anyway yang that place exists, the secretaries exist and if you tulis surat to them dorang akan reply! but i baca dekat this one blog dorang memang akan reply cumanya hahahaha hm jap gelak jap, cumanya it might take them days, months or even years lah to reply your letter. but better late than never kan gitchew. yela tourists from all over the world kot tulis kisah cinta frust menunggeng dorang dekat the secretaries ingat dorang Simsimi ke nak reply cepat cepat.

so if pergi verona, casa de Giueletta is a must visit place because obviously that’s the main attraction of the town. But honey worry not, you dont need to go all the way to Verona just to have your heartbreak letter answered. it’s 2020!  today, you can just share your relationship stories with them through email at dearjuliet@julietclub.com nanti dorang reply yeaay hehe. if korang nak tahu lebih boleh check their website. (I rasa dorang dah patut sponsour i kot)

#2 Venice

Okay let me be frank, I am so sorry if this would disappoint many of you but Venice doesnt meet my expectations laa haha. I excited gila nak pergi venice masatu bcs I tengok dalam movie The Tourist macam lawa gilagila. but bila i sampai i macam NAANI? hahaha bcs biasa je la Venice ni, but this is my personal view la, mine might differ from yours. Maybe i cam biasa biasa je, maybe you suka kan. I dont know whether this is true or no but I heard that they dont have enough funding for the mantainance bcs yela costly.

but the only thing yang I suka in venice is the St. Mark’s square. dekat situ ada orchestra bands playing classic musics (my favourite!!)  dekat all these posh cafes and then you boleh la lari lari dekat the square kejar pigeons feeling feeling kat venice sikit haha. nanti the guys there akan offer untuk bagi you makanan burung so nanti the pigeons akan datang kat you pastu you boleh la amik gambar lawa lawa. but here’s the thing, some of them akan guna tactic cakap “don’t worry, it’s free” but honey let’s be real nothing is free in this world so eventually dia akan minta you bayar jugak so if you taknak bayar say no to them awal awal.

#3 Pisa

okay sekarunk (rempit sekali sekala) kita dah sampai tempat menara senget kegemaran semua orang hahaha. kelakar tau I tengok je semua orang try hard gila nak buat pose tolak bangunan tu, i macam hmm kalau buat peace je takleh ke? lols. okay so hm pisa ada apa eh? nothing much la except for the buildings and the histories behind them. but pisa is a greaaaat greaaaat place to shop!!!! dekat sini la tempat you nak beli all the souvenirs fridge magnet ke tshirt ke keychain ke and paling penting LEATHER STUFFS (real leathers) including handbags wallets etc etc at the best price. For the handbags, i suka la the designs here are pretty simple and elegant tak gaudy macam makcik makcik sangat hahaha takpa kan cakap katsini bukan ada makcik pun baca hahaha korang jangan bagi makcik jiran sebelah baca pulak mati i kena bash nanti. but yea, if pergi italy, girls, remember to save your money for an exclusive shopping sesh in Pisa. *wink wink

#4 Lauterbrunnen

“Eh tasha ni tak belajar geography ke zaman sekolah dulu Lauterbrunnen ni kan dekat swiss bukan italy”. ye sabar dulu thenah (masih senah yang sama) Lauterbrunnen ni memang la dekat swiss tapi swiss kan sempadan italy so the logic is that if you go to Italy, it would be a waste la if you tak include swiss in your itineraries sebab dekat je and you can easily go there by car hah gitu thenah nya.

When I first reached Lauterbrunnen, I felt as if I was in heaven. I swear *angkat tangan kanan* it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to so far. like cantik cantik cantik cantikkk gila!!! ha berapa kali cantik tu. Actually I dah pernah sampai Swiss in 2011 but masatu i pergi Lucerne je, tapi cantik jugak. I jenis yang into nature, and everyone knows that Swiss is all about nature. so I suka gila la Switzerland. Along the journey to swiss, you will be mesmerized by its charming view. If you’re lucky enough you akan nampak horses, and then all these picturesque villages and snow cape alps macam all those fairy tale kingdoms taktipu. It was soooo green macam dalam painting and sooo clean I rasa nak tidur atas rumput (ceh kemain berangan hingat ni cerita hindustan ke).

And Lauterbrunnen ni dekat je dengan Interlaken so pergi la jugak Interlaken and allow yourself to chill and take a stroll around the town. Jangan lupa singgah makan ice cream dekat this one halal cafe sambil jalan jalan tengok souvenirs hehe.

#5 Dolomite

Dolomite would be a perfect stop for those yang suka hiking. best la hiking kat situ rasa macam pengembaraan Hobbit lols. As it was summer during that time so macam ramai jugak la tourists from all over the world yang hiking masatu. I guess we took about one hour plus to reach the top and it was so worth it to eventually see the view from above. Mula mula tu macam pancit jugakla but then I nampak this one preggy lady hiking jugak and I was like wow okay jangan jadi perempuan lemah ahahah.

anyway dekat atas sana ada this one cafe that serves the best hot chocolate in the world! i takpernah rasa hot chocolate sedap macamtu so if you pergi sana dont forget to stop by the cafe (it’s the one yang dalam gambar kat atas ni) and enjoy a cup (or perhaps two) of hot choc okie!

#6 Milan

Milan, macam yang semua orang tahu, is the place where you could purchase all these stuffs from high-end brands be it Dior, Channel, Coach etc etc. but itu jela, tempat shopping, nothing else. mak mak suka la kot Milan but for me cam ala boring nya haha. but in Milan, kena be extra careful. if korang rasa cerita pick pocket i kat paris haritu dah cukup scary, cerita pick pocket kitorang dekat Milan kali ni is three times scarier I swear.

okay so cerita dia camni, we went to Milan by train dengan some of our dad’s friends sekali. so masatu baru nak masuk train, tapi macam a bit rushing because the train was about to leave already. parents i dengan their friends semua jalan kat depan, i dengan kakak i dekat belakang. so diorang masuk dulu the train. By the time i dengan nadia nak masuk it was so packed dekat door area so we couldnt masuk. so i dengan nadia masuk ikut the other pintu. so imagine eh dalam train tu our parents and the friends dekat the other side and kitorang dekat the other side. I dengan nadia masatu macam dah pelik la kenapa dekat area parents i macam packed gila with all these milano girls sedangkan banyak je space kat tempat lain.

pastu i nampak one of the girls like buat buat tanya pasal the route dekat my dad and his friends. masa my dad tengah jawab tu tetiba my dad’s friend nampak zip knapsack my dad dah terbukak tau. pastu tetibe je one of the girls shouted as if one of them was sexually harassed and then marah marah pastu they keluar from the train because masatu train tak gerak lagi. then my dad punya kawan punya wife checked her handbag and purse dia dah takda. pastu kitorang semua got off the train and my dad dengan kawan kawan dia semua pergi kejar la those ladies. okay ni sumpah macam movie taktipu i should hv recorded it tapi tulah things happened too fast.

my dad and his friends sempat kejar and tangkap the two ladies je because the rest dah went separate ways. masatu dorang dah masuk elevator tau but kitorang sempat tahan pintu tu. bila dah dapat tahan tu, they threw off the purse yang dorang amik (haa tahu takut ee tarik rambut kang jk). but dorang taknak bagi kitorang tengok what do they have inside their bags. Pastu my dad, shouted at her, “ I WANNA SEE YOUR BAG RIGHT NOW” i sumpah takpernah tengok my dad garang cemtu i taktahula masatu I amazed ke i takut hahaha. tapi guys perempuan ni gila sumpah. she was like “Okay you wanna see? alright” pastu dia angkat baju dia and showed everything. I mean literally everything. masatu like everyone yang ada dekat the train station was staring at us i taktahula perempuan ni gila ke gila tapi memang gila ah i rasa dia ter minum ketum kot instead of susu masa dia kecik.

pastu my dad and the guys insist jugak nak tengok her bag pastu ada this one italian lady datang and helped us. dia kata la yang she was also in the train at that time and she witnessed the moment the girls took our stuffs. pastu baru la the police came and all. sooo guysss Milan is definitely one of the pick pockets’ targeted spot yela because it’s Milan and semorang was expected to carry lots of cash there kan so pls pls be extra careful. if your friends or relatives ke nak datang Milan, pls remind them about this. 

Alright so tu jelah kot apa i nak cerita? haha. if yall are planning to go visit italy (or swiss), you might want to consider the places I’ve mentioned above. Thank you for reading! doakan la i rajin update selalu (azam 2020 kahkahkah). mana tahu next time i cerita pasal UM pulak ke Law ke hehe tu pun kalau korang nak baca la. if korang taknak baca hm i cerita kat kucing i jelah *muka sedih* see you guys later! xoxo, tasha. 

[latina4bangtan]

Let’s Make a Deal

Pt. 6 

“I got to say when you told me you had a burden to take care of she isn’t what I was expecting.” 

“Ready?”

“Absolutely....not” You said as you sat in the car waiting to reach your destination.

Nope. I can’t do this. Oh my god what if I fall on my face in front of some super important people. Or what if I say the wrong thing and they think Im stupid. WHAT IF THE FOOD GIVES ME GAS.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” You turned to look at Namjoon.

“I can see your mind going into overdrive. Look if people see that you’re scared they’ll take advantage.”

“I get it.” You cut him off. He’s already told you a billion times to be on guard with everyone.

All of a sudden though you felt namjoon take your hand and look straight at you.

“I know you can do this.” He said as he gave you a reassuring smile.

You don’t know why but you could have sworn that your stomach just did a flip. It was like he spoke it into existence but the next thing you knew you gave him a small nod feeling reassured in yourself.

The car ride was the most you two had talked since your arrival in Korea but it was nice you couldn’t lie. This was the first time you started to see Namjoon as just another person and not the man you were pretty much forced to marry. He spoke to you normally and even was trying to reassure you.

Well this was new. Now your only question was how long is this going to last.

Before you could give it another thought he was pulling you out of the car. As you got out and started walking towards the large home you felt him put his arm around your waist as he walked with you.

DUH. Gotta be the happy couple.

When you stepped into the house you took note of all the people who were also there. What you saw actually had kinda surprised you considering  everyone seemed to be from all over the world. You know you heard a majority of the conversations were being spoken in English but others ranged from Korean, Spanish and what you thought was Chinese.

Leaning into Namjoon you whispered to where only he could hear you.

“What is this some kind of gangster convention?”

You almost broke your neck to look at him when you heard a small little laugh escape him.

“Something like that i guess you could say.”

Before you could say anything else you heard someone call out for him.

“Ahhh there you are Namjoon! For a second I thought you weren’t going to come.”

You instantly recognized the man from the wedding but couldn’t remember his name. When you both had gotten married he was there with a few other guys who apparently were good friends with your now husband. He was a handsome guy you couldn’t deny and you definitely couldn’t forget his distinctive deep voice.

“Tae you knew I was going to be here.”

“Yea you’re right. Maybe I just wanted to say hi to your beautiful wife.” He turned and gave you a little flirty wink.

“Now now Tae don’t make me embarrass you in front of all these people for giving my wife googly eyes.”

“You’re always soooo much fun. Last time I checked I won that fight.” he sarcastically said.

Namjoon just gave him a little laugh and patted him on the shoulder.

“That’s because I let you win.....the time before that I won and you pouted for a week. Come on why don’t we go find our table to eat.”

After finding your table everything kinda went the way you expected. Some person you didn’t know got on a stage talked about some other stuff you didn’t know about and you ended up getting served some bomb ass food.

Your table consisted of yourself, Namjoon, taehyung (you finally remembered his name), and a few others who you didn’t know.

“Namjoon I hadn’t realized that you got married recently.” One of the older men who were sitting at your table had asked.

Well this was about to get interesting. You knew people were going to ask and be curious. What you didn’t know was how you both were going to handle it.....more so how you were going to handle it.

“That would be correct. It’s been about 3 weeks now.”

“I didn’t even know you were dating again.”

Hold up. Did this fool just say again. I mean you shouldn’t be surprised he was a good looking dude he was bound to have had a gf prior to you.

“Well I cant say that I like having my personal business being everyone’s knowledge.”

You could tell he was getting slightly annoyed.

“Understandable. So tell me namjoon what made this beautiful lady different than the others?”

Others? Ok so like how many others were there. You couldn’t help but to be curious I mean come on you weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t. However you were way more interested in what he was about to say.

“I wish I knew. I don’t think there’s just one thing that made her different. Maybe it’s the way she isn’t scared to confront me or maybe it’s how beautiful she is even when she’s just sleeping...even though she snores. I want to know what makes her so different but I don’t have that answer yet but I’m willing to put the time in to find out.”

Did you just hear him right. He must be a really good actor because even he had you believing the lie.

The man he was speaking with now turned to you waiting for your response.

“Well all I can say to that is......i do not snore.”

Thankfully everyone enjoyed your corny joke and just stared to laugh. You couldn’t help but try and sneak a glance at namjoon but when you tried to look at him you noticed he was already staring at you. Staring back at him it seemed like you just got stuck looking at him you didn’t know what to do so you did the first thing that came to mind.

“Ugh where is the restroom?”

“It’s in the house right by the kitchen.”

“Ok if you will excuse me”

“Want me to show you”

“NO!.......i mean erm that’s ok Im sure I can find it 🙃🙃”

With that you ran off like the chicken you are to find the bathroom. While in the bathroom you tried to get yourself together. Thinking you were finally ok to go back to the party you darted out the door only to run into a body.

You have got to stop doing this.

“Shit! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it. No harm no foul right......You must be Namjoon’s wife right?” He said extending a hand out to you to shake.

“How do you know that?” You said as you took his hand.

“Well I’m pretty familiar with most of the people here and when I heard that namjoon got married recently I figured it had to be the beautiful woman that everyone was talking about tonight. So tell me am I wrong?”

“No” Was all you could say. For some reason you felt like you needed to keep this man at arms length.

“I’m Samuel nice to meet you and you are?”

“(Y/n)”

“I’ve got to say (y/n) you look pretty familiar have we met before?”

“I don’t believe so.” However you thought to yourself that he did actually look kinda familiar.

“You’re probably right I would have remembered meeting such a beautiful woman. That husband of yours sure is a lucky man. I must say he better be careful or someone might try and take you away from him....”

Before you could come up with any type of remark you felt someone pull you close.

“I fear for the man who has the balls to try.....No one will be taking this gem from me now if you will excuse us I think I’d like to take my wife to dance.”

Samuel just glared at Namjoon as he pulled you towards the dance floor. As the song began to play he pulled you close and started to sway.

“I warned you that these people would try and get to you.” He said.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything to him about you.”

“I know....I trust you...”

All you could do was look at him as you continued to dance.

“Do me a favor though and stay as far away as you can from Samuel.”

“Why?”

Before he could give you an answer you heard a woman call out in your direction.

“So this is the wife of Namjoon that everyone is talking about.”

Who the hell is she? This random woman was walking towards you both but you could tell her eyes were fixed only on you. She was stunning to say the least reminding you of those beautiful actresses you see in tv shows. The look she had walking towards you though told you she was not coming over to become your friend.

“Brie.....”  Namjoon said.

Ok....so he obviously knew her. Well guess here goes nothing. Time to play wife.

“Hello Im Mrs. Kim but you can just call me (y/n)” You tried giving her your best smile as you extended your hand out to her. She definitely wasn’t having it though since she now had turned to face Namjoon.

“It’s nice to put a name to a face Namjoon.”

Oh.....so apparently he had spoken to this woman about you. You had a very bad feeling about this.

He didn’t say anything but you could tell he seemed almost....nervous?

“I got to say when you told me you had a burden to take care of she isn’t what I was expecting.”

Did she just say....burden? Last time you checked this whole marriage was his idea....and now he’s telling her that YOU'RE THE BURDEN.

As pissed off as you were you wouldn’t let her get a reaction out of you. Since that’s what she came over for anyways.

“It was nice meeting you Brie....however I won’t stay to be made uncomfortable.....I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Now if you will excuse me I think I’m going to go find myself a drink.”

With that you gave Namjoon a look that was sure to say go to hell and walked away but it wasn’t to go get a drink. Instead you walked to the front door and out to the street. You had messaged Seonhwa asking for the house address and as you got to the street you grabbed a cab. Namjoon can enjoy his party but you weren’t going to be made a fool of just to boost his ego. With that you left.

[victorscanero]

Wish I knew better (tyrus fic) - chapter one

T.J.'s pov

As I listened to the next song on the playlist I began to feel like there was a ball in my throat

I was stuck between not wanting to cry anymore and wanting to do nothing but cry I mean how couldn't I? I was broken up with not even 2 days ago or maybe i broke up with someone I'm not sure how it all went down. It was a small fight i didn't expect it to get this bad but here I am.

As “what ifs?” field my mind I turned up the music and thought about the past weeks.

I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery.

4 weeks ago

basketball practice was taking longer than usual,  everything was fine until Mason caught my attention “Hey, your boyfriends outside he doesn't look happy.” he took the ball and patted my shoulder yelling a good luck as he was behind me.

I opened the gym door to see cyrus right outside, like mason had said leaning against the wall. Mason again was right he didn't look too happy. “Are you okay?” I frowned which seemed to upset him even more. he pushed himself off the wall and turned to me “We were supposed to study today.” He looked tired I guessed he was waiting around awhile “I'm sorry cy, I really don't remember planning that this practice is really important how long have you been waiting?” I sat down on the bench in front of him “maybe an hour” cyrus sighed. uncomfortable silence formed between us and I began to think of all the ways I could tell him I had to get back to practice because this was as i said an important practice. My thoughts were interrupted by cyrus' “it would just be nice if you cared a little more, T.J.” the comment caught me off guard and all I could do was scoff “I care tons about math cyrus you of all people should know this by now.” I shook my head and I could feel myself getting irritated cyrus knows how i feel about math he knows how many hours I have worked on it.”yeah i know you care about math but I wish you would just care a little more you didn't even study for your test last week.” He sat down beside me “What are you keeping track of my studying schedule now?” I stood up “look cyrus, I don't need an assistant you don't have to keep reminding me when I have and haven't studied.” He stood up too “well if I don't who will?” I took a step closer as I said “I don't know how about my coach all my teachers,Amber,my parents, everyone in the damn world?”

“You were doing good T.J. you got a C in math and now your down to an F” I could tell cyrus was getting annoyed and hell so was I. “You're really not listening are you?” I pushed my hand through my hair. “Why do you feel the need to constantly fix what's going on in my life? at times cyrus it feels like I'm your project and not your boyfriend.” and it was true I love cyrus but every week he wants to take on another one of my unfixable issues and it's overwhelming. sometimes it's good to just forget issues exist for awhile. “I don't treat you like a project T.J. I'm trying to hel-” “if you want to help me just go” i cut him off being louder than i intended to be I felt bad shouting I did but i had to get back in there and he had to understand i don't like him constantly talking to me about my problems i could see tears start to form in his eyes as he turned around without saying anything “Cyrus wait” I called out but he wasn't planning on turning around i knew he wasn't, I knew how he got when someone raised their voice at him so i did the worse thing i could have done in that situation, I went back into the gym and practiced for our upcoming game.

Hey guys lmao I don't have a title for this and I've only ever written in their person pov soooo this is practice

Prompt idea from my pal: @tyrusflavoredtea

SJDHSJ this is part 1/3

[myanondiary]

To Michema.

There was no need to block my mother because from her end she thinks she did something when she didn’t. Expecting me to reach out to you after you disrespected is a far reach. I say this with no water in me mouth, you wouldn’t have heard from me again regarding this situation. We’ve known each other too long and we’ve grown far too much for the way you talked to me. I can’t see past it and for sure wouldn’t have hit you up about it especially since I asked if you needed a few days and you shut that down and cancelled this friendship before you slammed my door.

Though you sound sorrowful for disrespecting me, I don’t accept it for the same reasons above. Also, you can tell me things about people you’re close to that did shitty things to you and I’ve never fixed my mouth to disrespect them because at the end of the day, they are people you care about. So yes, I’m further hurt by  “in me hole” comment, telling me to tell him shub he apology up he ass, and the message you sent him (cause you did talk about me as well).

Correcting that you said “he did that cause he was in me hole” aint no better. We had sex two weeks after we shared feelings this month. Everything I told you he did for me happened before. I moved in Septemeber. 

The wine was from me, not him. He had nothing to do with the idea, he just gave me money for it. He wanted to ease my strain. Less about you and nothing to do with why y’all not talking anymore, more about me and the nice gesture I wnted to do for you. That doesn’t make it any less genuine. I didn’t even have to tell you he bought it but in my little way yes, I was softening you up to the idea of him. More on this down below.  I didn’t say it was a confession either, I said I have something nice to say about Domonic. 

Not sure why you’re asking yourself if I’m concerned with what he did like we didn’t talk about that situation umpteen of times.

Why wouldn’t me and Dominic be friends? He isn’t a stranger to me. Have we forgotten that we all chilled before? Reflect back to the first time I asked if you feel a way that he’s been helping me out alot. I recall me saying “I feel fraudy because he’s been such a good friend to me.” That’s when you said I shouldn’t feel away cause yes he’s a big help. 

Side note, I’ve attempted to tell you on two different occasions you was by me since that time how a good friend he was to me and you quite literally shut it down as “he still fake”. Tried to get you to see that he has changed alot (you recalled that time during the discussion I had with you and him) but that wasn’t enough for you to change his mind on him.

You’ve called me at times when I said he was by him. Oh let’s recall the moment I told you I was by him smoking and you came off the phone after saying you needed time from me.  I told you we did inktober together where I went by him every night to do some drawings. I told you he took out my smoke alarm, he put up my art boxes, he printed my shirt for the event and the obvious of me using his microwave to heat up food. I also told you he washed my clothes the second time I was cramping from period and just didn’t have it in me to go by Torian. I even told you about the time he was sad and I told you that I told him he can talk to me about it but he was still pretty vague in what troubled him.  Soooo nothing about this screams friends? I gone just use the man and keep it at bay?

I said he don’t come down here and at that time it was true. He came down just to help me and left right after. The first time Domonic spent more than 10 minutes down here was the day after I found Jazzi. First time. 

I refer to him as me neighbour to literally everybody else but you. Jacynthia and Chantal was here literally this week and they ask who playing music? Me: Me neighbour. When I couldn’t go by Torian to wash my clothes the second time I told her I’ll get it done by my neighbour. Yanny and Glassil were the ones who heard “my neighbour” the most cause they usually wanted to see me when I was by him doing art things. All when I asked Ajayi for advice he was still my neighbour. It was much easier saying that to them because they don’t know him and calling his name didn’t make any sense. Between me and you, he was Domonic, so I don’t know where you getting that “he was just me neighbour” from.

You’re asking me how you’re supposed to react to all that information dropping on you as if I withheld information that was severely damaging to your reputation. I came to you with good news about me. Somewhere between our discussion, you said “ofcourse I want you to be happy” but none of this screams that. 

I’m the friend you come to for voice of reason, for unbiased opinions, logical explanations. How in this very moment when it comes to me it’s “I’m not grasping it” but every other time I was on point with what I had to tell you regarding your situations? I’ve thought about it from a different angle - what if it was me. That was an easy thought because it did happen. You told me about Josh after you guys developed a friendship and became lovers that talked and video called every day. I remember asking you how this even happen? Where he even come from? I didn’t even know you guys were friends. As much as I was shocked at you (not hurt, just happily surprised) and him being a random as hell pairing and me hearing the time I did, I was HAPPY for you. The only thing different between that situation and this one is that you hated Domonic for what he did. Your opinion about him was already skewed so even if I had told you earlier, your “I don’t support it” comment would’ve come out just the same - and I knew this. And for that reason, I wanted to protect my feelings without any negative opinions. The descriptive word to use here is *selfish* not fake, not shady, but selfish, something I always preach you should be. I put my feelings first and wanted to keep it there. And mind you, it’s not like I didn’t want to tell you. From the moment we shared feelings that’s all I wanted to do. But every time I thought about it, I got anxious because I really didn’t see you giving me a good reaction from it. Forget the “you would’ve warmed up to it” I wanted your initial reaction to be a happy one and that wouldn’t have happened so I procrastinated it. That feeling was fed by every time I tried to tell you he’s changed, the time you needed a break from me right after I told you I was by him smoking (I know in your explanation you said it was because of me abusing weed but me and my overthinking suspected it was because I was close to him), to when you left my place 12 in the morning because I was up by him a little too long tending to Jazzi. I thought if I sat down and explain how great he has been to me, you wouldn’t have any choice but to be happy for me.

My mother’s first introduction to Domonic was when she came to drop me hospital and he was here. Many times my mom popped up and I’m by him and I didn’t tell her anything- just told her I was out. She quite literally didn’t hear about him besides being the person I wash my clothes by and heat up my food. When I got a little better from being sick, she started to ask questions as expected. I shut it down with “I’m not ready to talk about it” twice before I came out and said I like him. She’s been SOO happy for me since. I told her the same week I told you. Akaii is my closest friend and don’t even know a “neighbour” exists yet. I took a picture of braids to show Jacynthia, she noticed him in the back and started asking questions. Only told her he’s my neighbour but she said she can hear the sparkle in my voice. She said while smiling “let it marinate, tell me when you ready”. This was Monday. Ajayi only heard more about him because you asking him for advice led him to come by me to check on me. According to him, he’s living vicariously through me. He’s also happy for me cause he for one knows how long I’ve been looking for someone, so to hear I found someone who is just like me had him so googly eyed. (Side note, much of what I told him, he told me he told you the same - so.)

I say this to say that you’re not the only one “left in the dark”. This is the first time I wasn’t so quick to talk about what’s happening while it’s happening and it has been the best thing ever. My feelings were mine without outside influence, I enjoyed the moments for what they were without expecting to update anyone about it. I talked about my feelings to the person I had feelings for and no one else. It felt like the most adult thing I’ve ever done and I say this to say, I wouldn’t have done anything differently. If I had a chance to tell you earlier and the situation between you and him was still there, I wouldn’t have. If he was a stranger to both you and me when I moved in then for sure, you may have known much sooner. But for now, I feel like telling you earlier would’ve changed a whole lot with how things happened between him so I don’t regret doing that and I don’t apologize for it. What I’m sorry for is how hurt I made you feel about this situation because it’s never my intent to do so. You said somewhere in the voice note that you don’t know where this leaves us and girl - it’s up to you. I’ve been a damn good friend to you, never disrespected you, always gave you the best of me. If this one situation is enough for you to stain me as “fake” like I haven’t been there for you this whole friendship then so be it. I won’t be fighting for it. 

[infinityknight25]

A Deadpool Halloween

Linus and Charlie Brown sat in the cold lonely pumpkin patch waiting for the great pumpkin. Suddenly a shadow began rising in the distance. "Great pumpkin?" They asked in stereo. "Nah it's me Deadpool!" the man in the red and black mask said in a growling scary voice grabbing them in a satchel. "Welcome all to my Halloween extravaganza! I am you host Deadpool." The livinng room of Deadpool's cruddy apartment was decorated with cheesy Halloween decorations. There were several people tied up all around the room.....and a few that weren't. "First before we get things started let's meet our guests. Over there strapped to my ottoman give it up for Bart Simpson!" "Hey man I'm not sure who you are but can you please let me go? I'm just a kid." "Ha ha always so funny. There padlocked to the floor, the always loveable Mike wazowzki and Sully from monster's Inc." "Hey let us go. We will forget this ever happened!" Exclaimed Mike. "Ha ha that Wazowzki is oh so clever. Our next guests are fresh from the pumpkin patch. Give it up for Charlie Brown and Linus!" "Wade!" Shouted a voice from the kitchen. Deadpool looked back to the kitchen. It was Doctor Strange. Strange was standing in the kitchen with Tyron Owens, Vision, Rocket Racoon, Groot and Howard the duck. "You can't keep them all like this! This is not how you treat guests." He said. "Pfffftttt. I wasn't gonna keep em like that. I just wanted to make sure they weren't gonna run away. I Got this great drink recipe from a guy. He said you can get anyone to do anything with it!" "Um bro then I recommend NOT using it." Chimed in Owens. "You guys are lame. It sounds like a great idea hey 'pool can I get some? It would help when we catch people for bounties." Said Rocket. "I am Groot." "Yeah well our job ain't really ethical anyway is it?" "Guys!!!! Your stealing my story here. Except for like three sentences I haven't been mentioned since the first paragraph. Said Deadpool. Yeah that's right I'm so jealous I'm gonna narrate this bad boy too. So guy I don't need yah anymore!........Okay I need you to scribe for me."........"Alright you know what I think narrating would take too much effort too so do that too but it's my extravaganza darn it!" " Will you guys promise not to run away?" Asked Strange. They all shook they're heads yes and Deadpool began to unlock them all when in the corner of the room a ball of electricity appeared. Bursting from It was Cable. He looked around the room a second then focused on Deadpool. Cable was reasonably tall. Well built and was half metal from a disease he has been fighting for a long time. Cable can travel from the future where he is from. He is a mutant who has telepathic powers but has to focus them on his disease to keep them from spreading. "Wade you have to stop this! If you continue on... " Cable was still talking but Deadpool had tuned him out. "Blah blah blahblah blah blah blah blah. Man I'm bored I feel like my party is missing something or someone. Hey I know! Spiffy needs to be here!" Then poof. Deadpool teleported out of the apartment. Spiderman was swinging above New York city when a black cloud poofed to his right. "Spidey!!!" Deadpool yelled as he grabbed Spiderman. Spiderman screamed "Aggghhhh!" They teleported as if they had never been there. Well except for the string of web still hanging. Poof! Spiderman and Deadpool were back in the apartment. "Wade! Listen to me!" Cable was yelling now. "Your right something is missing! I'll be right back." Poof he was gone again in a black cloud of smoke. But within a blink of an eye he was back with Jack Skellington and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas. "This party needs some girls. Oh I know I'll go get Harley Quinn!" Deadpool said as he went teleport. A black cloud began to appear. He went to jump in but Cable grabbed his arm. "That's where things would go wrong. Sorry but I can't let you do that."Cable said. "Fine!" Deadpool said in an irked tone. "Soooo what are we going to do? You brought us all here for a reason yeah?" asked Tyron Owens." Yes my hot headed friend. Please help yourself to the taco, chmichanga, and the pepperoni jalapeno pineapple pizza Buffett. Then we will begin our festivities by doing some trick or treating and closing the night out with some "mischief"." Deadpool said. "Sully.... What's up with this weird guy?" Mike Wazowzki said to his giant blue, purple poka dotted friend. Sully shrugged. "Master 'pool is a very peculiar fellow. He usually means well as long as meaning well is the best price."  Vision said. " Um sir. Where's your skin?" Linus asked Vision clinging to his blanket. "Actually. He's a robot. His skin is a type of synthetic sciencey junk I have no clue what I'm talking about anymore." Deadpool said as he was on Linus' level, putting his head next to Linus'. "Okay!!!!!! Now that everyone has eaten I do believe it's time to go trick or treating!!! Everyone to the spashtruck!!!"Deadpool exclaimed. " The what?" Said Sully in a curious time. Spiderman sighed "Its a right side drive trash truck that he has turned into a spaceship." "But! It can be used as a plane!" Deadpool jumped into the conversation. Everyone was buckled in and Deadpool was at the steering wheel. " So are we going to drive on the road in this thing?" asked Bart. "Where were goin.... We don't need roads." Deadpool said in a Doc Brown impression voice. The back of the cab was cut out and the floor stretched across the top of the motor into the back of the trash body. The spaceship/air plane jet motors were attached to the back of the trash body on the outside. The trash truck took off of the New York street outside of Deadpool's apartment into the air. The doorbell rang on a fancy mansion on the coast of California. Tony Stark answered the door holding a bowl of candy. "Trick or treat!!!" most of the group said in unison. "Hey here you go." Stark said in a mono tone tossing candy into the bags of Linus and Charlie Brown. "What? Snack size bars?! Where's the full bars? The golden rolexes? The large pizzas? The golden chimichangas? The keys to a fancy new car?" Deadpool asked. "Wellllll. My house is secluded sooooo..... I don't get many visitors maybe a total of you guys and one or two random families. Andddddd is that Linus and Charlie Brown from the Peanuts cartoon?" Stark said. "Um yeah." Replied Deadpool. "Hmmm. How do you do the things you do and get away with it?" Questioned Stark. "I just do.Hey Stark! We are gonna go to Latveria and prank Dr. Doom you wanna go?!" questioned Deadpool. Stark licking his teeth behind his lips "I call shotgun. What are we taking? Your trash truck?" "Its a spashtruck! But yes. Oh man this is gonna be a great night!!!" Outside of Doctor Doom's castle in Latveria, Deadpool and his group stood outside the castle while Deadpool and Tony Stark egged the castle. Laughing and carrying on. "Hey Sulls you mind if I use these?" Deadpool asked Sully who was standing there awe struck like the majority of the group. Sully looked down at the eggs he was holding. "Uhhhh sure." He said but Deadpool had already grabbed two cartons from the pile in Sully's arm. Tony Stark was flying in his Iron Man suit throwing eggs at one of the upper levels of the castle. "What an odd Haloween tradition. I didn't even know it existed." Jack Skellington said to Sally. "Do you want to join?" she asked him. "Mmmmm no I will observe this time and take the knowledge back to Halloweentown and discuss it at a meeting tomorrow." Jack replied. "Hey skeleton dude! Toss me a couple rolls of toilet paper." Iron Man said while still  flying above the castle. The lights came on in the castle. "Oh no everyone run!" Deadpool yelled in a whisper. They hightailed it back to the flying trash truck. "You mean spashtruck!" Deadpool yelled. "Yo dude who you talking to? We all know you want us to call it that." Tyron said.  They all made it to the spashtruck and were in the air safely before Dr. Doom could get to them. The villain was dressed in metal gauntlets, a metal mask and a green cape. "Mark my words you will pay for this." Dr. Doom said aloud to himself. Not knowing Tryon Owens could sense him below "Don't worry you will pay for your sins soon enough." Owens thought to himself. "Alright time for the last stop. " Deadpool said bringing the truck down next to a pumpkin patch. We are all gonna hang out here together for the great pumpkin!" Deadpool exclaimed. Jack began to reply."Great pumpkin? I'm the Pumpkin King and I have to say there is.." "A 100% chance we will see the great pumpkin tonight on Halloween!" Deadpool interrupted. "Ummmm while yes our world is full of many wild and crazy things Wade." Tony Stark began to say. "I really..." "Can't wait to see the Great Pumpkin? Me too!! " Deadpool said once again cutting someone off. "Yeah you guys may as well just give up. Wade isn't gonna let this one go." Spiderman said. The whole group sat in the cold lonely pumpkin patch. Most looked bored while Deadpool and Linus and Charlie Brown leaned forward with excitement and anticipation. Then a shadow began rising slowly. "Oh wow....... There it is!" Deadpool said in an excited whisper. Iron Man kicked on lights from his suit. It was..."Snoopy!?" Exclaimed Deadpool. "And he's wearing the infinity gauntlet!?" continued Deadpool. "How did you get that? The writer hasn't even concluded the gauntlet war yet!" continued Deadpool. Suddenly Thanos appeared behind Snoopy "Filthy little mutt I will feast on your roasted carcass!" Thanos said. Snoopy turned around and vaporized Thanos. Then turned around and started uttering gibberish at Deadpool. "Okay okay. Jeez I just wanted to have some fun. Guys your rides here." Deadpool said to Linus and Charlie Brown. They walked over to Snoopy. Snoopy did the I'm watching you gesture to Deadpool and they disappeared. "Alright guys I guess the shows over......till Christmas." Deadpool said. "And I'm gonna be the best there is at bringing cheer to everyone." He said mimicing Wolverine's voice. "See was that not the best random pile of phooey you will read all week?"Deadpool said climbing in and closing the door on the trash truck and starting it. "Actually it's a spashtruck and happy Halloween everybody. We'll see yah later." He said taking of into the sky.