#but... yeah... i want the 2nd part out some point next week

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

Coughs... Chapter 14 (part one) of DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN is up... Not one to read on the bus, perhaps

[akaakeis]

home. -- sakusa k.

synopsis : sakusa kiyoomi and yn have been dating for some time now, with kiyoomi dedicating time to his volleyball team and yn dedicating time to their education. in their final year of university, however, they need to travel for a semester to fulfill a credit requirement for their degree. finally, they come back home.

wc : 1661 .ᐟ

gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi (2nd person)

notes//cw : i'm kinda following the american school system for this since i'm not familiar with any other school system!! (like the months that school runs, when semesters end, that type of thing),, this is msby sakusa so it's like... 2019,, reader is a university student,, reader is implied to be living with sakusa (but this isn't explicitly stated),, kinda sad in the beginning,, fluffy ending,, HEAVILY projecting onto yn with any parts describing how she feels oops,, NOT proofread again,, i was inspired to write this when i heard 'coming home' by beabadoobee!!

January 6th, 2019.

you sit on your bed and open your laptop with a sigh, reading through your class schedule for this upcoming semester. this is your final semester, ever, and it's finally starting to sink in as you read through your schedule. to fulfill a requirement for your degree, you'll have to travel this semester to take your classes. the classes were, unfortunately, unavailable at your own university. you knew you would have to at some point, but it's just awful that you'll have to be away for so long. a quiet thump can be heard as you close your laptop and put it to the side.

rustling can be heard outside of the bedroom as sakusa comes in with a package that was, presumably, just delivered to the front door.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asks immediately, eyes scanning over your face with a slight frown. he can tell from your expression that you're stressed about something.

"mm.. nothing, come sit down, omi. i gotta tell you something." you say, your voice soft and slightly sad. he obliges you, putting down the package on the dresser and sitting next to you on the bed. he looks at you attentively.

you take a deep breath and start to explain the situation. "...so, for this semester, i'll be traveling for my classes. i'll be staying a couple hours away."

sakusa's breath hitches for a moment before he lets out a quiet sigh. "that's okay, you'll do amazing. i'm sure of it, yn." he says, his voice resembling something of reassurance, though he seems a bit upset himself.

you offer him a slight smile, gingerly taking his hand into yours. "it'll be okay. i'll be back in may," you say softly, running your thumb over the back of his hand.

he nods slightly, giving you a slight smile back. he gives your hand a quick squeeze. "yeah. when do you leave?"

"in a week," you reply.

who knew that week would go by in the blink of an eye? it had felt like a mere hour.

January 13th, 2019.

the two of you sit in the car, him in the driver's seat and you in the passenger seat. you quietly squeeze his free hand, keeping your eyes on the road. he was driving you to your new dorm.

it was a two hour long car ride, which both of you spent in silence. you were both enjoying each other's presence while you still could.

the car gradually comes to a stop in front of your new dorm. it's a huge building, and there are numerous people outside, hauling things inside. you assume they're all moving in for the semester as well.

"come on, i'll help you bring in your stuff," sakusa says softly, lightly nudging you.

it takes about an hour, but you and sakusa managed to bring in all of your things and set up all the essential things. you're both seated on your dorm's bed now, not wanting the moment end, for him to go back home. you lean against his shoulder, holding onto his hand.

"i'm really gonna miss you," you whisper.

"i'll miss you too," he says back softly, gently running his thumb over the back of your hand. "it'll be okay. we can call and text whenever."

before either of you realize it, it's already 10:00 at night, and sakusa needs to go home. he has practice tomorrow, after all. with that, the night draws to a close, and the bed feels empty. you're homesick already.

January 14th, 2019.

it's your first day back to school, and unfortunately you have a morning class... at 7:00 am. aside from the fact that you suffered while trying to get up early enough to prepare yourself for the day, the class went smoothly.

everything felt like routine throughout the day as you went from class to class, listening to the lectures and taking notes. this continued until you headed back to your dorm, kicking off your shoes and dropping onto your bed. you had to forcibly stop yourself from getting up to go look for kiyoomi, because you knew he wasn't there. oh, how awful it is to be homesick.

the days seemed to drawl on and blur together as you went to day after day of classes. you managed to text sakusa every once in a while, but he always seemed to be a little busy. since he seemed busy, you obviously didn't want to bother him, so you stopped frequently messaging him.

the homesick feeling never went away. you felt as if you would do anything just to be with him. you felt so far away in your dorm.

March 20, 2019.

it took a while, but you finally felt less homesick. today was sakusa's birthday, and you had something planned. you had coordinated a plan with the rest of sakusa's team to get them to have a celebratory dinner in the city, so that you could surprise him and wish him a happy birthday in person.

the day took an agonizingly long time to pass by, but you eventually made it through all of your classes for the day, heading straight home to prepare for the dinner.

you get dressed nicely for the birthday dinner, wearing semi-formal attire and nice shoes. it's a really short walk from your dorm, so you arrive there quickly. to your surprise, however, the entire volleyball team is already there, including kiyoomi. you immediately rush over to him, hugging him from behind.

he's startled by the sudden hug, but realizes it's you, putting his hand on top of yours. 

"happy birthday, omi. i'm so happy that i'm able to celebrate with you." you say softly, just loud enough for him to hear. the entire team, but particularly atsumu, watches smugly as they see sakusa's face soften over you.

dinner passes by in a blur, but then suddenly, one of the waitresses bring out a slice of cake, placing it in front of sakusa. there's a lit candle on top. everyone present at the table sings happy birthday to sakusa, cheering as he blows out the candle. it's clear that he's extremely happy about all the gestures that have been done for him, despite his more stoic demeanor. those who are familiar with him can tell he's happy.

"thank you, yn. i'm so happy to see you in person... i miss you," he says quietly, gently squeezing your hand.

"of course, omi... i wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday for the world. i miss you too," you say back, offering him a soft smile.

with long, drawn out goodbyes from everyone on the team, the night came to a close. the team drove back home, and you went back to your dorm, knocking out. it felt comforting to see kiyoomi again. it had been a while. in about two months, you would finally be able to say, "i'm home."

May 28, 2019.

today was the day. you could finally go back home. you'd be lying if you said you were more thrilled about the fact that you're finally getting your degree than the fact that you're finally able to go home and see kiyoomi. you packed up everything in your dorm as quickly as possible, heading for the train home. 

the ride home seemed to go by faster than usual, passing by in what felt like 20 minutes.

you walk home quickly, eager to see kiyoomi. once you get to the front door, you quietly unlock it. you open the door slowly to prevent it from squeaking, and you leave your luggage outside so that he doesn't hear the sound of it rolling around as you enter the house. as you close the front door, a quiet click is heard, which you silently curse at yourself for.

you can hear the sound of running water in the kitchen, along with the sound of a plastic bag being rustled around. you peek into the kitchen, trying to see what kiyoomi is doing. he's, apparently, cleaning the kitchen. he's taken the plastic bag out of the trash can and replaced it with a new one. the full trash bag sits on the floor, waiting to be taken out. by the kitchen sink, you can see kiyoomi peacefully washing the dishes. you let out a soft sigh, coming up behind him quietly, peeking out from his side to see what he's washing.

"i'm home," you say softly, causing kiyoomi to turn around, startled by the sudden voice behind him. his face immediately softens upon seeing you. he grabs the dish towel, quickly wiping his hands dry. 

he engulfs you in a hug, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you close. "welcome back," he says quietly, burying his face in your hair.

"let me help you," you say, lifting your head to look up at him, loosening the hug. you let go of him, grabbing the bag of trash that had been sitting on the floor. "i'll take this out, and i'll be back to help wash the dishes."

he smiles slightly, nodding as he watched you walk out with the bag of trash in hand. you step foot out of the house, tossing the bag into the trash bin and heading back inside. you head back to the kitchen, lightly nudging him to the side of the sink so that you can help him wash the dishes. 

the two of you clean up the kitchen in silence, just enjoying each other's presence yet again. once all of the night's chores are done, however, the two of you head to bed almost immediately. kiyoomi holds you close to him, keeping his face in your hair and muttering, "i missed you a lot. glad you're home."

you feel your heart sputter at his words, and you smile slightly, bringing up a hand to play with his hair. "me too. good thing i didn't get home late."

notes :

₊ ⊹ we're all gonna collectively ignore the photos i used because i don't have the energy to actually make it look good... thanks !!

₊ ⊹  yeah i have no idea how university works in case that wasn't made painfully clear at the beginning sorry </3

₊ ⊹ just pretend it makes sense i guess, cause i was NOT about to research how to make that part of the fic make sense 😋

₊ ⊹ not proofread as per usual (are we surprised atp)... please lmk if you find an error though !!

₊ ⊹ after not releasing anything for like a week cause of like everything in my life deciding to gang up on me... WE ARE SO BACK 🗣️‼️ (lie)

₊ ⊹ i randomly got this idea when i was listening to all the songs on bea's new album... honestly i have ideas that i got from a bunch of the songs so stay tuned!! i'll probably write some more oneshots based off her new songs

₊ ⊹ my motivation peaked and then fell within like an hour but i pulled through to get this done😭

₊ ⊹ any other works can be found on my masterlist! (it's pretty small at the moment since i just started though!!)

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🏷️ : @iiwaijime + @bokukos <3

[farfromharry]

Summary: Lando finally wins a race and learns all he needed was a good luck charm

Lando Norris x Reader

w/c 933

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It had been a long and tiring journey for Lando in regards to getting his first race win. 5 years in Formula 1, almost 700 points and 15 podiums and he thought it was never going to happen— at least not if Max Verstappen had anything to say about. And then came along you.

At first you were nothing more than a friend of a friend, someone who had suddenly started appearing at group hang outs, who maybe caught his eye once or twice, purely for the fact you were an unfamiliar face. Suddenly you were everything.

It was a party for someone’s birthday when you spoke for the first time. He had come to the bar for another drink, only to be completely ignored by the bartender in favour of some pretty girls down the other end of the bar. You appeared a few moments later, grinning at the racing driver’s clear annoyance. You tapped his shoulder gently to grab his attention, “Watch this.”

All you’d said was excuse me, which he had already tried, and the man came running. You ordered your own drink and urged Lando to do the same. From that point on he was in complete awe of you. It was such a simple action and yet he thought you were completely fascinating. He had found himself so speechless that he didn’t even say anything to stop you from walking away afterwards. Only then did he realise he’d gotten a free drink too.

It felt like the next few weeks of his life were consumed by thoughts of you, until he finally bucked up the courage to start asking around. It all felt pointless until he saw you again at a party he’d thrown in the hopes you would show up. And you did. It seemed his plan was off to a good start.

He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at you, or for you. He didn’t want to creep you out. In the end it was you that approached him, which took a lot of the fear out of the situation. No longer did he have to find the courage to go up to you— which he was really struggling with.

“I heard you’ve been asking about me?”

His cheeks burned pink. “I, um… yeah, I—“

You laughed. The sound was music to his ears. “It’s okay. I’m honoured, really. A world famous racing driver is interested in me?”

His eyebrows raised. “You know who I am?” The first time you’d properly met you made no indication of such, so he’d just assumed you didn’t know.

“I might have done my own research,” you shrugged. Not a single part of you seemed embarrassed about it though, not like he had. You were owning up to it, you were outwardly telling him he interested you.

And he knew in that very moment, he was completely hooked.

The first race you attended, not only of the year but ever, was the Miami Grand Prix. Lando insisted it was a good atmosphere, unlike a select few that weren’t always the greatest. It was also warm and there were places he could take you after that he thought you would like. You had no hesitations. All you wanted was to see your boyfriend succeed. You didn’t know all that much about the world of motorsport, but you knew Lando hadn’t won before and seeing it in person would surely be something special.

But he had his doubts. He had qualified 2nd, beside Max, for what felt like the thousandth time. He knew exactly how this would play out. But you didn’t feel like letting him get in his head.

“You’re going to win. You’re such a good driver, Lando. Believe in yourself.” He wished he could have taken your words seriously, but he didn’t have it in him to do so. He had already spent 2 years doing his very best just to get stuck behind the world champ anyway. His hope was burning out the more it happened, it was almost ashes at this point. But even if his hope did disappear, you were there to believe in him on his behalf. It was refreshing to have someone think he could win for once.

“I’ll try.”

You frowned. “If you won’t try for you, try for me?”

Apparently that was all the motivation he didn’t realise he needed. He was going to go out there and win it for you. He couldn’t let the first ever race you attended be one that was forgettable.

And when he crossed the line in P1? Everybody went wild.

While waiting for him to get out of the car, you were almost lost in the sea of papaya surrounding the barriers, but there was no way he would let that happen. He threw himself at his team first and as soon as he pulled off his helmet he was throwing his arms around you.

“You did it! You’re a race winner!” you cheered.

“I’m a race winner!” It felt so good to say. He couldn’t stop grinning. “You must be my good luck charm. Gonna have to come to all my races now.”

Your expression was a mirror of his. “If this is how you’re going to perform at every one, count me in.”

So it had taken him 5 years and a whole lot of time, effort and emotion to get him to that top step of the podium, when all along he had been waiting for the final piece of the puzzle to make it happen; you.

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up: Part 3 - Second Preview

Thank you all for yelling at me last night! I got some more story for ya! I want to finish this chapter within the next few days, but I hope you enjoy this :)

Italic lines - 2nd Lucifer is speaking

Bold and Italic lines - Both Lucifers are speaking

Warnings: Oral (f receiving) but not a lot because I gotta leave you wanting more hehe~

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

[xreaderanonaccount]

yandere webttore x fem reader smut pls? I wont him....... so badly....

Synopsis: You were just a simple baker in Snezhnaya that was being harassed by a local gang. Lucky for you one of your regulars just so happens to be the 2nd Harbinger of the Fatui. All he wants in return is a favor.

Webttore is a segment of actual Dottore, Reader is wearing a dress,

Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, DUB-CON, AFAB Reader, slight Stockholm Syndrome, P with plot, Yandere, human body parts, grinding, fingering, orgasm denial, rough s*x, Not Beta read

A/N: Inspired by that one Mafia!Bucky x Reader series here on tumblr. I can't find it and i'm sad cause i really liked reading it. This is also my first time writing a Yandere character so I hope I did a good enough job

Words: 3.5K

There’s a small bakery in a quiet street on the outskirts of the Capital of Snezhnaya. Many of the Fatui Skirmishers come to visit before heading out. They claim it’s good luck. You are always happy to do business with the Fatui, as that rakes in revenue for you. But recently you were having a slight problem. A local gang has been trying to pry money out of you, “for protection” they claim, but you do know that it's bogus. You tried to tell them no but they seem to not take that answer well. They come in almost everyday to harass you about it. At this point it’s part of your routine. You wake up, get the bakery ready, and get harassed by the gang. They normally harass you about money, always coming in disrupting business or graffiti rude and cruel messages on your windows. But you never gave in, you just sighed and fixed everything. There’s no need to cry over spilt milk, that’s what your mother would always tell you. It was one of those days where you were being harassed again by this local gang.

“Just give us the money, then your debt will be paid.” One of the gang members spatted, his temper clearly waning by the minute. 

“Why would I? And what debt would I incur during this time period?” You questioned, cleaning a glass cup. You were not amused by this, it’s the third time this week and you are quite getting used to your new routine. 

“For protection obviously!” Another one spat slamming his fist on your counter. You rolled your eyes at their foolish behavior.

“Oh, protection? But I do believe that the Fatui Harbingers and their men have it all covered. No?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. The gang member stuttered for a bit before another one, a much bigger one, slammed his gun on your counter.

“Listen here, you’re going to give us the money or else-”

“Or else what?” A new voice spoke up, one that you’re not familiar with. Looking over you spot a tall man with icy blue hair sitting idly in the booths stacks of paper scattered around the table. 

“And who are you?” One of the members asked, storming up to the man. You quickly walked around the bar putting you between the gang and the icy haired man. 

“Leave him out of this. You can threaten me all you want but the minute you threaten a customer it’s over.” You glared at them, but a small chuckle was heard behind you. You heard some shuffling before you felt a presence behind you. You looked up seeing the icy blue hair man behind you. 

“See, I really like this place. It gives me time to get away from them and now… it’s ruined. By you lot.” His tone was cold as he slowly approached the gang. But they didn’t move. 

“Oh yeah, and who are you, a high ranking Fatui Harbinger?” One asked, pointing a gun right to his face. You couldn’t see what the strange man did next as he gestured to something on him. But whatever it was it clearly scared the gang away. Their faces were pale as they exited the store. One muttered that they’ll be back, but the other didn’t say anything. Now it was just the two of you.

“Ha, sorry for dragging you into this mess.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. The man gave out a chaotic cackle before whipping around to see you. You finally get a good view of him. He had striking red eyes, the already described icy blue hair, and his outfit was strange. A white dress shirt with an overexaggerated collar, paired with a black vest. Strange clothing for the middle of winter in Snezhnaya. Let’s not mention the blue earring he wore that has some sort of liquid in it. 

“Hmm,” The man hummed as he circled around you like a predator eyeing their prey. He stopped right behind you, you felt his hands run through your hair playing with it a bit.

“You have nice hair, and very healthy organs.” He chuckled a bit.

“Thanks?” you tried to smile, but this is totally weird. Was he trying to compliment you, or something? You gave a weary look as you watched him slide back into his booth and continue looking around his stack of paper. You sighed as you walked around the counter, you have to repay him with something right? An idea popped in your head as you smiled to yourself. As you prepare your little surprise for the stranger, everytime you glance in his direction he always seems to be looking at you at the same time. Strange, but this man is already strange already. 

After a couple of minutes you approached the strange man again. As you approached him, he seemed to sense your presence and watched you set a plate down. 

“This… is a little thanks for helping me with those nut jobs.” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze. But he didn’t say a word as he took a bite out of the warm pastry. 

“Thanks.” He said muffled by the pastry that was in his mouth.

“No, thank you.” You smile as you walk away, going back to cleaning the mess the gang left behind. It seems that you have a new routine, you wake up, get the bakery ready, get harassed again, but now you have your new regular. The strange ice blue haired man comes in everyday it seems to work? You don’t really know, you never really pry into it. He always comes in and gets the same thing. A pure black iced coffee with a nice warm pastry. You're always confused when he asks for ice coffee as it’s Snezhnaya, the temperatures are always in the negatives. But he seems to enjoy his order. You can’t complain, he seems to help out when the gang comes in to harass you.

But for the past few weeks he hasn’t shown up.You were concerned and asked around but no one seemed to know what or who you were talking about. But something strange started to happen. Dead bodies have started showing up around your bakery. Either in your front door, in your alley way, or in the back door, wherever there is a spot a body was found. And every single time the body belonged to the gang that was harassing you. And every single time there was a message written in their blood confessing their crimes of harassing you. You were freaked out about it, thinking there was a serial killer on the loose and you reported it to the nearest Fatui station. The Fatui seemed to care for about a week but then stopped. They dropped the case saying that the 2nd Fatui Harbinger Il Dottore dropped the case. Which is strange because Lord Pucinella is in charge of the capital’s police so why is the Doctor dropping the case? You were lowkey freaked out about everything, but everytime you were scared to leave the strange man always seemed to appear. Always willing to walk you home, and if anytime you ask about his whereabouts he would just dismiss the question. Although a little freak out you didn’t question why he was here. It was nice to have someone watching over you especially when it seems that someone is clearly doing a revenge for you. 

On one fateful night, a quiet night you were alone in your bakery cleaning some dishes when you heard a high pitch scream. Your head shot up as you gently placed down the cup. The screams died out, and the silence after was deafening. Did you just hear the last moments of someone's life? You hesitated to leave the backroom before you heard a little ding, it rang around the quiet bakery, you were frozen not knowing what to do.

“Darling are you there?” A familiar voice spoke up, it was that man. You quickly walked out of the room already babbling about what just happened. But you were stopped in your tracks, your eyes went wide, and face went pale. There he stood covered in blood, his face like a maniac as he held a little box with a pretty bow on top. 

“W-what happened to you?” You stuttered as you slowly approached the man who gave a crazed smile holding out a box.

“I got you a present.” Completely ignoring the question he set the present in your hands. The blood smeared all over your hand. 

“What is it?” You hesitatingly asked. 

“Open it,” 

You slowly pulled the little ribbon on the top, the ribbon fell gracefully on your blood stained hands. Slowly taking the top off you only caught a glimpse of the inside before dropping it. Falling out of the gift box was a human heart, the blood oozing out of the heart pooling on your recently cleaned floor. You scrambled back, your back hitting against the wall harshly. 

“W-what is this?” You exclaimed looking over at him, all he had was a small smile as he walked around the counter getting closer to you. 

“A profession of my love, darling.” His small smile turned into a smile.You were still scrambling away to the back room.

“With a human heart! What is wrong with you?” You yelled, all he did was start to laugh, a laugh that soon turned into a cackle.

“What is wrong with me? With me? Oh darling, everything.” He made eye contact with you, his eyes blown wide with lust as he continued his approach. 

“Those little gang members won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered as he encaptured you between his arms against the wall. Inches away from his face as he gave a manic smile. 

“You did this, killed all those gang members?” Your voice wobbled as you tried to grasp the situation. 

“Oh yes, I did, made sure they won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered, his face inches away from you. You were shaking uncontrollably, you didn’t know how to react.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whispered your voice quivering with every word. The man just cackled as he rested his head against your shoulder. 

“Hurt you… haha… I can never hurt. Not you, never.” 

“I… don’t even know your name.” He stared straight into your eyes, his ruby red ones shining in the light, piercing through yours. 

“I go by many names, but I prefer you call me Zandik.” Zandik reached out to your face, creasing it, the smell of metal filled your senses as he spread the blood all across your face. He leaned in his lips inches away from yours, you can feel his breath against your face.

“I would kill the whole world for you, I want you so badly. Please…” He pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I…I…” 

“Please…” You looked away for a second before Zandik let out a sound of frustration before slamming his lips against yours. It was rough, he had your arms pinned, you can’t move an inch. When he pulled away he smiled as he stroked your cheek. You’re pretty sure that the majority of your face is covered in blood. 

“I want you.” He murmured against your skin as his hands trailed back untying your apron.

“Do you want me?” He asked looking straight into your eyes, you just nodded. He started to laugh, the mood completely shifting for both of you. For him he was ecstatic, but for you… you have no idea. You were scared, afraid, but also calm? Like sure this Zandik man killed a bunch of men, but he did it in your honor. He has no ill intention on harming you, and he is clearly doing it out of love. But do you love him? All these thoughts stirred in your head as you felt Zandik’s hands trailed down your dress till it was underneath the frills. 

“Haa, do that again? Make that sound again, you sound so cute.” He breathed as he started to hike up your dress. The dress crumpled up to your waist as you obliged his request by whimpering again as you felt the cold wind of Snezhnaya brush against your legs. Zandik pulled back admiring how you looked. He chuckled as he leaned in towards your ear.

“You look beautiful with all this blood. So beautiful…” He whispered as he worked his way towards your panties. But was stopped your sudden grip on his wrist. He looked shocked at your audacity to stop his advancement. 

“C-could you at least wash the blood off your hands.” You mumbled as you looked away, “I don’t really want someone’s blood inside me.” It clicked in Zandik’s head and he rushed over to the sink, scrubbing his hands clean of all the blood. You stood there in shock on what’s happening. Everything is settling on you like a ton of bricks. This man who you're about to have sex with just killed a bunch of people these past months, and just professes his love to you with a human heart. How… strange. You listened to him mutter to himself something about, “not wanting other guys dna inside you.” that “you belong to him and him alone.” or “I’ll never let anyone hurt her again.” You weren’t going to lie, it was lowkey hot to see him like this. He patted his hands down on his pants before latching himself back onto you. His lips were back onto yours devouring you lips like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as he started to slowly grind against you. You could feel how hard he was against your cloth vagina. 

“I can’t help myself dear, you are so perfect.” He murmured against your skin, you felt his gloved hands trail down playing with the edge of your underwear. You felt him smile against your skin as he pulled your underwear to the side and plunge two fingers into your soaking wet clit. You heard him groan as he worked your way through your vagina. 

“You’re already so wet for me dear. So perfect, taking in my fingers like this.” He moaned as he fastened his pace. The moans couldn’t stop as you closed your eyes. The feeling was so overwhelming, the foreign feeling of his leather gloves pistoning in and out of you felt strange yet pleasurable. Zandik was biting against your skin, his shark-like teeth biting down on your exposed neck, you felt your blood trickle down your neck. His pace fastened with each thrust, you couldn’t hold back your moans. Whimpering his name every now and then, which seemed to get a reaction out of him. 

“Ha, I’m close.” You breathed out, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. But the minute you said that you felt Zandik’s fingers ripping out of your inside. You whined at the sudden loss of his fingers. 

“I know darling, but I promise you. I’ll make you feel so so much better. I swear.” He cackled as he fiddled with his pants. You intently watched as he pulled his now hard cock out. He slapped it against your clit, earning a moan. You eyed at the sheer size of his cock. It was huge. You don’t think it would fit inside you.

“It’s not going to fit.” You exclaimed, panicking looking up to Zandik’s glaring red eyes.

“Too big? Haha, don’t worry darling, I’ll make it fit.” Zandik smiled as he lined up his cock with your vagina. 

“It’s not going to fit-” You were cut off as Zandik shoved his girthy cock all the way in one go. You yelled in pain and pleasure by the stretch. You tried to tell him to slow down but your cries fell on deaf ears as Zandik set a rough pace. He seemed to lose his own pleasure to listen to your pleas. You felt tears start to flow down your cheeks by the stretch of Zandik’s dick. Zandik started to laugh like a mad man looking down on you, his eyes wide like a crazed man.

“You look so beautiful like this darling, so beautiful when you cry.” He laughed, slamming his lips against yours, kissing your pain away. 

“Please, I want to cum.” You cried pulling away from him, the pain turning into pleasure as Zandik continued his rough pace.

“Ha, so obedient, so perfect. You were made for me,” He moaned as he gently cupped your face.

“Look at you, you were worried about my dick fitting yet look,” He tilted your head to see his dick disappear inside your vagina with each rough thrust, “your pussy was made for me, molded just me, and me only.” Your walls flutter against his dick with his words, which causes Zandik to groan.

“And now, you’re sucking me in with every thrust. Greedy greedy girl.” He chuckled as he captured your lips again. When he pulled away, a thin string of spit kept you connected.

“I’ve been aching for you for weeks now,” He started his confession, “every night, I would imagine how perfect you would be around my cock. And-ha, just look. It’s perfect, you're perfect, just for me. You’re mine, got it?” His words fell out of his mouth in pure pleasure as he started to draw dizzy circles around your clit. That sent your nerves into overdrive, moans kept falling out of your mouth. Your senses were sent into overdrive, every touch from Zandik made you clamp down around his dick. You couldn’t help it, the pure bliss that you were feeling was out of this world. 

“C-close.” You were able to get out, Zandik just chuckled before quickening his already fast pace. 

“Gods please, I want your vagina to suck me dry. Please, let me cum inside you.” Zandik moaned, “I want you to bear my children. Gods please.” All you could do is nod as you felt that coil tighten again in your stomach. 

“Please Zandik, I want to cum.” You moaned, the mere mention of his name made him go into overdrive. Circling his fingers around your clit faster, and faster. Every sense went into overdrive and you couldn’t hold it in longer. Clamping down on his cock you shook violently as you screamed out of his name. Zandik continue his rough pace fucking you through your high.When you came down from your high, you felt Zandik pull out of your overstimulated hole. You whine from the empty feeling, as Zandik let you fall to your knees, exhausted from everything. But Zandik wasn’t done, he stroked his dick faster and faster aiming it straight to your face. He cupped your chin making you look up at him with your fucked out face.

“So beautiful, so perfect. Just for me, tell me you want me.” Zandik breathed, he continued to stroke his dick before you stop his action. Confused, he watched as you replaced his hands with yours as you started to stroke him from base to tip. Zandik eyes blown wide from your actions he couldn’t help but start to thrust into your hands.

“I’m yours.” You muttered as you gave kitten licks on his tips. Zandik groaned as his dick twitched in your hands. The white warm semen painted your face, he had so much cum in him that by the time he finished you are probably sure your face is covered full of cum and blood. Zandik was breathing heavily as he gave a cackle. He smeared the cum and blood across your face, giving a small smile. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum painted all over your face.” You didn’t respond, only your heavy breathing was heard in the quiet bakery. You two stood in silence before Zandik noticed something outside the bakery, stuff his cock back into his slacks.

“Stay down there darling.” He smiled before turning towards the bakery door. You didn’t peak up but you heard the bakery bell ring indicating someone walked inside. 

“Lord Dottore! We’ve been looking all over for you.” Someone said, Lord Dottore? You mean the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? You looked up at “Zandik” who was annoyed by the disruption. 

“What is it?” He sounded annoyed. 

“We’ve located the gang that was harassing the bakery owner.” One of them stated, you watched as “Zandik” snatched the paper out of the person's hands.

“Very well, get to it then. I want any survivors sent to the lab. Have Prime deal with it.” He sounded a mix of boredom and anger as he dismissed the people who entered the bakery.

“Yes lord Harbinger.” They both said, before you hear them walking out of the bakery. Zandik turned back to you, giving you a wicked smile.

“Y-you’re the 2nd harbinger?” You whispered trying to scoot away.

“Oh are you scared now that you know my identity? Aw, you hurt me dear.” “Zandik” smiled, kneeling down to your level. He reached out for you stroking the cum and blood across your face.

“I promise you no one will hurt you again right?” You nodded at his statement, “Good. Now that I marked you I will always protect you… from anyone.”

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 15)

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notes: pretty short but i just wanted to get this out so that i can move on and be ready for the next game tomorrow!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 a solemn hello to you all! welcome back to my postgame recap!

as some of you may have noticed, i took a bit of a break and did not cover the game against the Blues, hawks, or avalanche! as you’re all probably well aware, my beautiful, clumsy ass boyfriend lost an edge during the first of the Blues game which resulted in a shoulder injury. after some serious persuasion from both me and coach woof, who i’m pretty sure just wanted me off the trip in general… how rude, the Devils management graciously allowed me to return back to Jersey with my dumbass (affectionate) to be his in-home nurse!

i did keep up with my real job through watching the games on tv— did you guys know that Nico and Jack scream at the tv a lot during games? no? well now you do! — but i took a minor break from your regularly scheduled recaps in order to focus on my ailing boyfie.

so for the next few weeks, i will be doing any road game recaps from the comfort of my own (Jack and Luke’s) home! with one exception for a game of which i will not be disclosing at this point in time!

tonight your not so mighty Devils lost 2-4 to the D.C. dwellers— so that wasn’t fun to witness!

i spent most of my time this game in the press box with my aforementioned dumbass, my slut, and my new uncle Miller that we acquired during this past summer solstice. (see: slide 4)

this game, we got a goal from Meier Meier pants on fire, and of course, my very own bestie number 1, DAWSON MERCER!!! which makes his 2nd of the season after he got his very first of the season in my missed recap game against the hawks!

i’m so so SO proud of you tonight puppy!! you did so well!! you’re gonna do great things, sweetie!!

dear idiot number 2, you played well tonight and i guess i’m proud of you…. ya know, despite the penalty and the massive L we took… continue shining, supernova!

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john.marino97 2 photos… everyone else got 1 penalty photo and you choose TWO of me?

y/ndevils00 excuse me, do i need to take back my last paragraph? because i will if you’re gonna be an ungrateful rat

john.marino97 no, i’m sorry, thank you and i love you

y/ndevils00 that’s what i thought

user28 WE NEED JACK AND NICO BACK 😭

jackhughes can i request another nurse? maybe one that doesn’t call me a dumbass?

y/ndevils00 no <3

y/ndevils00 i call you MY dumbass, and you know it’s all love, my dumbass!

jackhughes so i’m stuck with you, huh?

y/ndevils00 forever and ever and ever and ever 🥰

jackhughes oh fun!

y/ndevils00 i know!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 he was being sarcastic

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 oh, thank you personal sarcasm detector

y/ndevils00 YOU LOVE ME, STOP ACTING TOUGH ON THE INTERNET

colinmiller1029 i know i’m still new to this but, uncle?

dawson1417 any guy over 30 is her uncle, it’s the rules. you can’t question it and you can’t deny it, you just roll with it!

colinmiller1029 @/dawson1417 oh, okay. got it.

colinmiller1029 proud to be an uncle!! you’re pretty fun press box company, niece!

y/ndevils00 oh i love you

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula STEP UP YOUR UNCLE GAME OR HE’S GONNA BE FAVORITE

ehaula keep threatening it, i’m secure in my position and i know you love me

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula i hate you

ehaula sure. so i’ll see you tomorrow for family dinner, right?

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula yeah 🫤 can we watch Monsters Inc after dinner?

ehaula if you’re good and you eat all your food!

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula YES! 💃

jackhughes my girlfriend is a child

user10 how fast did you have to run from the press box to get these pictures?

y/ndevils00 oh so fast

dawson1417 THANK YOU BESTIE NUMBER 3!!! AND THANK YOU FOR MY HEAD PATS

y/ndevils00 you earned those head pats! i hope you enjoyed them!!

dawson1417 i did!!!

john.marino97 @/jackhughes your girlfriend is a child and my best friend is an actual golden retriever

jackhughes @/john.marino97 this is the life we chose

nicohischier stop eating my press box popcorn

y/ndevils00 but i was hungry :(

nicohischier your boyfriend was there? make him get you some!

y/ndevils00 he did! i ate it all!

nicohischier so you decide to eat mine?

y/ndevils00 yeah, now you get it!

nicohischier you are so…

y/ndevils00 beautiful? fun? hilarious?

nicohischier annoying

y/ndevils00 oh :(

nicohischier but i love you?

y/ndevils00 I LOVE YOU TOO WHORE!

tmeier96 no goal picture but a penalty picture?

y/ndevils00 i only have so many spaces, Timothy

tmeier96 ah yes, and the penalty was more important

y/ndevils00 well, yeah. you guys lost, it’s not like that goal mattered much

tmeier96 it goes towards my stats?

y/ndevils00 okay? and your penalty goes towards your PIMs

lhughes_06 you’re not winning this one dude, just save yourself the trouble and give up now

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 see, Lukey gets it!

user63 wait, why won’t she tell us what road game she’s going to?

user95 WHAT ROAD GAME?! PLEASE, I WANNA MEET YOU

[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Fight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 3333

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, established relationship, language, sexual tension, mentions/allusions to sex but no actual description of the act, talk of anxiety and self doubt, a kiss of angst, happy ending, 2nd POV, non-descriptive reader, if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: I’m so nervous for this because it felt like it was the first time I had ever written something and words were very hard. But it felt good to have these two together again. There were key points I wanted to have in this part to build up for the next part, so I’m really hope this doesn’t feel all over the place— I read through it a few times and it seems to be where I want it to be but I’m always second guessing myself as always. I’m also making a point to find a song to go along with each piece, this one felt fitting.

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Your nerves had a wonderful way of making you feel, well, nervous.

Standing in line as you slowly made your way up to the entrance of the building, hoping your brain would settle a bit before you saw him.

“Why do you look like you’re about to barf?” Hannah’s voice reminding you that you weren’t alone as you waited.

“Do I look that bad?!” Questioning your appearance and feeling like you might actually throw up now.

“You look fine babe! I’m just teasing you. But you definitely look nervous.”

“Well I am.” Looking down at your feet as the shuffle forward, inching you closer to the ticket handler.

“Why?”

“Because— All the guys are here tonight and — I don’t know, I just want to make a good impression.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You all but snap your neck when you turn to look in her direction, brows pinched together in confusion and shock at her comment.

“You already know all the guys. Plus Frankie will be there. I think they know you well enough now that you don’t have to make a first impression again.”

“Ugh!” You throw your head back as your shoulders drop, knowing Hannah is actually giving you sage advice. “You’re right. I guess just being there as Frankie’s girlfriend and hoping things don’t get weird for him, just has me going all worst case scenarios. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I do. But if Frankie didn’t want you here as his girlfriend, I don’t think you would even be wearing that title to begin with. He really likes you from what I’ve heard from you and briefly seen. He wants you here, in this space with his friends.”

“Thanks for talking me off the cliff!”

“Next!” The burly man ushers you both forward, tearing your tickets and stamping your hands.

Walking through the large metal doors, your immediately hit with the loud booming of the pre-fight hype music— it’s already drowning out your thoughts.

The lighting is dim, making it hard to scan through the crowd of fight goers as you try to spot Frankie and the guys.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” Hannah abruptly tells you.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Instantly you panic. She was supposed to be your wingwoman until you found the rest of the group, now she’s bailing on you first thing.

“Ummm, Benny said to meet him in the locker room before hand— He mentioned something about needing some good luck for his fight.” Her eyebrows dancing on the emphasis of “good luck”.

“Oh god Hannah! I don’t need to know what that actually means. I’ll see you in a bit and be safe!”

“Yes Mom!” She said over her shoulder as she makes her way to the locker room.

Taking a few deep breaths, you recenter yourself and proceed to make your way through the crowed space, hoping to spot a familiar face quickly.

You hadn’t seen Frankie since he’d stopped by the salon earlier in the week— only managing to chat or text here and there when you both had time. But you know the minute you see him you’ll feel more at ease.

You make your way closer to the fighting cage, side stepping and politely pushing your way through hoards of bodies. The floor sticky under your feet with spilt beer and soft drinks, every other step is met with a crunch of popcorn and peanuts. The air is hazy with the remnants of the faux smoke from the previous fight, slowly dissipating in preparation for the final fight of the evening as the event announcer gives the audience a 10 minute warning.

Relief washes over you the instant you spot Frankie. He’s near the front huddled together with Santi and Will, it seems to be an intense conversation between them.

Santi spots you first, tossing you a wave of welcome your way which triggers Frankie to turn in your direction.

His face lights up and you melt at the sight of the smile he gives you.

No greeting needed as he takes your face in his hands, his plush lips crash into yours molding so perfectly together.

Everything around you becoming a distant thought, feeling completely consumed by Frankie and the way he deepens the kiss, almost making you’re surrounded by hundreds of other people.

“Get a room you two!” A heckler, also known as Santi, yells out.

You can feel Frankie smiling as he shakes his head at the comment.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I-I just missed you and needed to kiss you immediately— definitely still one of my favorite things.”

“I wasn’t complaining. Although, our little audience was very supportive.” You tease pointing your chin over his shoulder towards Santi and Will.

“Yeah, got to love those assholes. You look beautiful by the way.” He says as he gives you a once over.

You were torn on what was appropriate to wear to this sort of thing, the pile of clothes on your bedroom floor to show for your plight of second guessing. You ended up settling on a nice middle ground— a black silk shift dress, a worn in jean jacket and your favorite slip-on doc martens.

“If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it. And thank you.” He had you feeling like you were the only main event he was interested tonight and you only just arrived.

His large hands emphasize the sentiment as they smooth across your hips, his wanting touch evident and warm through the barely there fabric as it glides against your skin.

He leans in close, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, his grip tightening as pulls your body into his. “The things I want to do to you— you have know idea how much I want you right now.”

A small gasp echos through your parted lips. Serotonin washing away any anxieties you had about the evening, a surge in confidence runs through your body.

“The night is still young Morales.” You sigh, pulling back to really look at him. His irises blown out and his gaze fixed on yours.

“Fuck me…” His tone was rousing. An itch he so desperately needed to be scratched.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” Shooting him a wink before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you two honeymooners are done sucking face— Oof!” Santi’s pestering interrupted by a swat to the chest from Will. “Leave ‘em alone Pope.”

Frankie’s hand settles on your lower back as he guides you over to the guys. You exchange hugs with them and catch up on their lives since you’d last seen them.

“You know, normally we get the full fight experience and hang out with Benny in the locker room, but he said he wanted to try some good luck bullshit— whatever that means.”

You try to contain the the laugh that starts to bubble up. “Umm, his good luck bullshit walks on two legs and goes by Hannah. Who I came with tonight.”

The realization hits them all at the same time and they all decide how much shit they are going give Benny when they seem him afterwards.

Watching some one willingly get pummeled nonstop isn’t as adrenaline inducing as the small touches Frankie has been giving you.

The way his hand rests on your thigh majority of the night, the hem of your dress slightly raised allowing his thumb to draw small circles against your now exposed skin.

His lips grazing your ear when he leans into your space to explain the point system or pointing out signature moves Benny was known for.

A kiss to your temple when Benny got in a few good swings, to then be hit with his grip tightening on your leg if he took one too many punches— your mind noting how good his hands might feel in other ways.

You were buzzing with excitement and a deep hunger for Frankie, not sure how much longer you could curb your emotions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait much longer, the crowd coming to life with a mixture of boo’s and whistles as the fight came to a close.

Your group, now including a very excited Hannah, was elated at the announcement of Benny’s win— it was all high fives and shoulder slapping hugs between the guys, yelling at Benny to let him know how proud they were.

After Hannah let you know she was going to go congratulate Benny, you found yourself watching the Frankie, Santi and Will continue their celebration. You couldn’t help but admire the way they fit together like a close knit family.

You smile at the thought of this becoming your normal— a future where these men are a constant presence in your life. You picture backyard gatherings, holidays and even vacations with them.

And the minute you lock eyes with Frankie, you want it all with him. A place to call home, where you’ll both live out your dreams and face challenges that you’ll work through together. Late night conversations that aren’t over the phone but in bed wrapped in his arms where you feel close and safe.

You don’t even know if these are things Frankie wants, but you know a future with out Frankie in it isn’t one you want.

“Hey— you ok?” Frankie’s warm eyes filled with concern, confusing your blanked out stare with fear and anxiety.

“No— I mean… yeah I’m good, totally fine. Just watching you guys have your moment. It’s kinda cute how excited you all are.”

“It’s nice to see his hard work, and my weekly beatings, pay off—” You cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, all desperate and wanton, his t-shirt bunched in your hands. You can feel his body settle into yours as you devour the tiniest moans his throat unleashes.

3 words were dancing at the tip of your tongue and you weren’t sure you could contain them any longer. You already knew your feelings for this man but you were terrified he’d find you coming on too strong this early on in your still new relationship.

“Alright you two lovebirds! We’re heading out!” Santi you’ve learned in this short amount of time, has the worst timing. “Guessing there’s going to be rain check for drinks tonight. Benny is already, celebrating…” Nodding towards Benny and Hannah heading back to the locker rooms. “And you two are seconds away from giving everyone a free show.”

“Fuck off Pope.” Frankie laughs as he pulls you in close, knowing Pope is just trying to rile him up.

Santi’s hands fly up in a sort of innocent defense, “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it Hermano!” A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he gives a few pats to Frankie’s shoulders before heading out. Stopping a few feet away, making sure to get in one last comment, “If you don’t marry her asap, we’re gonna have words.” Then walking off to catch up with Will who’s already half way out the door.

“I just might.” Frankie says looking directly at you.

Your heart nearly bursts as he says it and you think he might have meant for the comment to stay in his thoughts, but the look he’s giving, his gaze all soft and loving like, you makes you feel like he definitely wanted you to hear it.

“Hmmm, and I might just say yes.” Your own thoughts coming out openly and you nearly melt at the sight of his dimple inducing smile.

“So my ride was Hannah and I think we both know she’s a little preoccupied now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to take you home?”

“I mean, I could just Uber myself a ride—Alone— To my house— Where I’ll probably go to bed— Alone.”

“Do I sense a touch of sarcasm? All you have to do is ask nicely and I could probably find it in my heart to give you a ride.” And now you love that he can be equally sarcastic right back to you.

“Well you know that, umm, comment you made earlier?” You sense him quickly replaying the evening, his Adam’s apple shifting as he tries to school his features at the realization of which comment you were referring to.

His stare becomes increasingly obvious and intense. An ounce of courage has you biting your bottom lip as you grab him by his belt loop to bring him in closer, your free hand pulling him by the back of the neck, his hair tickling your finger tips, your lips just barely ghosting his.

“I’d like that please!” Your voice breathy and warm, arousal permeating through your body like a fire burning beyond control.

“Ye-yeah! L-let’s get outta here.”

“My house is closer—“

The morning light is filtering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. It’s soft enough to make you aware of the time but not enough to make you feel like you need to get up.

Sheets are draped over your still naked form, the ache between your legs is a reminder of the blur that last night was…

The drive home was nearing illegal speeds as Frankie was trying to get to your house as quickly as possible. Your hand squeezing his thigh was doing little to help his not so little situation confined with in his already tight jeans.

Once you both managed to make it through the front door, it was a frenzied mess of toe-curling kisses and a haphazard attempt at removing each other’s clothes.

You felt drunk off the way he was able to pull orgasms from you the entire night.

Frankie took his time with you, slow and merciful, had you reeling in an unexpected bliss— this wasn’t some quick fuck egged on by new feelings.

He was without reserve making love to you in the most beautiful and delicate manner, you knew you couldn’t hold back how you were truly feeling much longer.

You both laid tangled in each other’s arms, bodies sated from what felt like hours of built up desire finally being released into the world.

Quiet had settled into the darkness of your room. You could hear Frankie’s breathing evening out as you traced small shapes with your fingers on his bare chest.

The sudden urge to share your thoughts started to overwhelm your mind.

Worry and past relationships still giving you doubts and fears, but you knew if you didn’t these thoughts would just fester and you would never know if he felt the same way.

“Frankie?” Your voice carries out just above a whisper.

He hums in response, slightly shifting his broad shoulders so he’s facing you, giving you his full attention— he’s even more handsome completely blissed out.

Releasing a heavy sigh as you take him all in, ready to fully bare your heart to him.

“I’m about to say something that is terrifying, but in the best way. And I totally understand if you, umm, don’t feel the same.“ You can feel your body start to tingle and your heart start racing. “I-I…shit! This went so much smoother in my head.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” His hand slowly begins to caress your arm, his way of letting you know he’s ready for whatever you need to tell him — an instant sense of calmness washes over you.

“I wanted to tell you earlier tonight, but then I got in my head and started to worry it was too fast to have these feelings I’m having. But that seems to be our thing, I mean you did kiss me after your hair appointment.”

He laughs at that, but doesn’t regret the pace at which your relationship has been developing, even if it has been rather quickly.

“Shit! Sorry— I feel like I’m rambling now.”

He leans over and kisses you— it’s not to shut up you, but more of a little nudge that he wants hear everything you have to say.

“Frankie, I’m in love with you.” You’re breathless as you take a leap, diving headfirst into a new dimension of optimism and fate.

You feel weightless— fully alive and feeling like you’ve been living for this moment your entire existence.

Before even get a chance to ask Frankie how he feels about your confession, you’re on your back as hovers over you.

“I’m so in love with you too, you have no idea.” He admits without hesitation. “I knew from that first moment when you gave me that gorgeous smile of yours. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You brush his tousled locks back from his handsome face, taking in all his features— memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

The air between you is charged with a certain degree of emotion. This new wave of desire— an appetite that is completely different than the beginning of the night.

You roll over seeking the warm body who’s arms you fell asleep in last night, to only be met with emptiness and cold sheets.

The feeling is ice cold running through your chest— nothing, nobody, alone.

Your throat feels dry and your chest is tight as you lay staring up at the ceiling— you’re numb.

Mind working overtime as you begin to spiral into a panicked state.

It was too soon. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew this was going to happen.

As your downfall begins to level out, you hear the sound of your door closing and footsteps nearing your room.

“Morning Beautiful! I grabbed the last of their croissants for us, almost had to fight off an old lady for them. Got you an oatmilk latte, figured you’d want the largest size since we had a—“ He’s standing there in yesterdays clothes, holding up a pastry bag and your coffee in his hands, a folded newspaper tucked under his arm and black reading glasses handing from the neck of his t-shirt. He looks so happy and relaxed so early in the morning.

You feel your eyes well up with tears— not sure really their reasoning anymore now that Frankie is here.

-Sniff-

His smile drops the instant he sees you shed a few tears. Deeply concerned that something is wrong, placing everything he’s holding on your nightstand as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?” His thumb brushing your cheek, catching the few lingering tears.

You nod softly, the brief moment of sadness is gone as quickly as it came on. He’s here, he loves you and you want nothing more than to just enjoy this morning together.

“I’m fine. You just weren’t here and I thought you might have had second thoughts about us after last night. I panicked a little.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. His strong hand cradling your jaw as his thumb moves across your cheek bones, his movements velvety and undemanding.

“I meant what I said last night— every bit of it. I love you. And I am all in with you, with us. I want a future with you. Heck, I’d ask you to marry me tomorrow if it didn’t sound ridiculous.” The look of sincerity beaming from his eyes as his words pour over you like a warm breeze on summer night.

“Ask me!”

“What? I don’t have a ring or anything prepared to ask you.”

“I don’t care about a ring or some extravagant proposal. At the rate we’re going, following a traditional timeline isn’t really our thing.” You smile up at him, mirroring his own dimpled expression. You close the small distance between the two of you and peck his lips a few times. “Frankie, ask me.” Your lips moving against his as you speak.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!!”

Next

[mingos]

*crawls out of the ground like a mole, coughing up copious amounts of dirt*

so, hello.

    i try to keep things as vague & light as possible when referencing my homelife because, honestly, the last time i brought up anything tangentially related i was essentially told “you being upset is making other people upset and ruining the fun” so being anything other than ✨chaotic positivity gremlin wilder ✨ here makes me paranoid, hence why i’ll just disappear for weeks sometimes. 

but. 

i’ve clearly been gone for a bit, will probably be gone for a bit longer, and since i’ve been getting messages from folks wanting to check in on me i wanna give a more detailed update than usual. i feel guilty for not responding directly, but for reasons i can’t get detailed on other than “the idea of having a conversation with 99.9% of people right now is terrifying” (is this what being nonverbal is, chat?) with even the .1% being a super recent development, a queue post into the void is my solution.

i won’t get that detailed, but if light references to domestic abuse, addiction, or just family issues in general are hard subjects for you - nothing past this paragraph is too pertinent anyway, so don’t worry about having to stop. all you gotta know is that some Bad Stuff with family happened, but i’m safe & i’ll be back in maybe another week or something. 

anyways. i was living out of hotels for about 3 weeks. 

more like 16-17 days if you want to get technical because 4 of those days i had an actual scheduled hotel for my twin’s wedding at the end of august - but i’ve basically been bouncing around since august 21st. the night of the 20th, i had a horrific fight with my family member and, for the first time ever, i left. don’t know if would call it brave on my part - since we were leaving for a trip anyway, this is just the first time my suitcase was already packed.

right now, i’ve been at another relative’s house since the 11th. i tried to go back on the 1st because, even after years of this, i’m apparently way too easy to convince everything is going to be fine…  but by the 2nd i was out of there again. 

currently mulling over my next move here because, as much as the common sense answer is to stay away, anybody who’s unfortunate enough to deal with this knows how complicated it is. i’m scared for this person’s safety as much as i am for my own. no one else really checks on them, and i’ve already had to deal with several medical emergencies they’ve had like bad falls & breathing problems. i don’t like leaving them alone for long because the guilt at the thought of something bad happening to them and no one knowing for possibly days or weeks eats me up.

i logically know i’ll have to get past that eventually because i can’t let my life be dictated by this incredibly toxic cycle forever or i’ll never be happy, but now isn’t the time. they also have a dog who would similarly be put at risk if something happened to them, so it’s a lot for me to worry about.

but, having said all that, we’re currently in the apology stage or i guess the negotiation stage because, after the shit that happened this time, i’m making it perfectly clear i’m not stepping foot in that house until they do something. detox, treatment, rehab, disulfiram, soberlink, therapy – something. we’re kind of running out of things for them to try at this point, but at least they used to try. they haven’t really been doing that this past year and I’m the one suffering the most because of it.

so yeah, that’s where things are at the moment. i’m mentally not doing so hot - but I’ve got my dog, and being able to sleep in a bed i’m familiar with for a change and not a hotel (I spent so much money on hotels, guys i’m cooked) is nice relief while I wait out whatever the hell is happening. talking to them over the phone again pretty much drains any of the energy I’ve got back, but it sounds like they’re starting to "get it' so hopefully they’ll start to take this seriously again because I can really only take one more year of this (if even) until I just need to accept these things aren’t my responsibility and move on.

honestly, having a close-knit group of friends/support system for the first time in years has really reminded me of that and given me the confidence to take a lot of steps to live for myself for a change, and to think about prioritizing my own happiness for once, which wasn’t the place i was in at this time last year, or the year before that, or the year before that - so I just want to say thank you again to anyone whose ever helped talk me through something or really just been nice to me at all. this is why i always remember to be kind because it can genuinely do a lot for someone going through something, because i know it has for me.

anyway uhhhhh i hope you are all doing well, and with any luck i’ll be chilling on here by the start of october. can’t miss spooky month and this insufferable pink bird’s birthday, after all.

much love.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

“Are zombie mushrooms legal in your church?”

“Oh, you want to peg?”

“I cast Plague of Rats” -Warlock

“He’s a bottom? (Lenny face)”

“… it’s not a rubber rat room…” -DM

“You were about to be apart of an mpreg fanfic!!” -Druid “I already was!” -Bardbarian

“Roll me a nat20 on slight of mouth.” -DM to Warlock

“Rat rat rat rat rat rat rat” -DM

“(Hesitation)… Buoyant wood…” -DM

“What do you see with your frog eyes, Zoë?” -Warlock “… creatures… ⊙＿⊙”

“We could have an awakened pig for 2 pots of oil!” -Warlock “Barbecue pig!” -Paladin/Fighter “What’s the pig’s AC?” -Bardbarian “it’s ten (unsure) … it’s ten. (conclusive)” -DM

“Tie me to the mast like Jesus and let me nap in the rain!” -Warlock

“Oh yeah, they’re being irradiated!” -DM

“Oh my god I give cancer! First rabies now cancer!” -Druid

“It’s bonkin time!” *proceeds to bonk all over the place* -Bardbarian

“Surely 7 people wouldn’t try to siege our keep!” *proceeds to be sieged*

“This is my father I swear he’s single!” -Druid, about Warlock

About the siege quote, my party has 6 people, all lvl 5: paladin/fighter, kobold artificer, 2 Druids, kobold Bardbarian, and half-elf warlock. We ran into a lion-turtle dragon and warlock only just managed to talk it out of killing us, which gave us 3 months to sweep an entire island of the undead army occupying it or be killed by the lion-turtle.

We managed to get the help of a dragonborn npc.

The first part of sweeping the island is in progress. It has been 3 sessions, 1 per week, and in game it has been 5 minutes.

The only reason we are alive is that we got to surprise attack them. We are fighting 80 skeletons (some with stone armour), and 3 acid slimes.

Only 3 of us actually look like adults. We managed to kill like half the enemies before the others actually left their posts, all because they had the very rational thought that 7 people would not actually siege their keep.

Also, at one point our party consisted entirely of spellcasters. Artificer, 2 warlocks, a Druid, a sorcerer, and a bard. Two of our PCs keep dying in unfortunate accidents.

One of our original artificers tried to open a puzzle cube, but they had been cursed to take double damage to any non-physical attack, and the cube hit them with like 120 psychic damage. The players next character, thalaxodon warlock, got turned to stone and almost sunk our ship bc they suddenly weighed twice as much as before, so they got pushed overboard and sank into the open ocean.

The other PC was killed in the 2nd session, and then their next character got sent to actual hell bc they kept stealing shit while wearing a cursed item.

Our Bardbarian kept eating the diseased slime remains of some guy we killed and almost actually rebirthed him.

Our Bardbarian and artificer both got turned into were-rats.

One of my character’s (half-elf warlock) abilities is “Are My Kids In Danger” which is legit just an insight check to see if my preternatural dad senses are senses bullshit (ie. Bardbarian eating diseased slime again).

Our drow Druid is trans and literally nobody knew but warlock figured out that our sorcerer was a fae shapeshifter within a month.

Literally only drow Druid knows that warlock has a husband and was married by his patron, and that’s only because he’s adopted her and taught her primordial.

Anyways, I love d&d.

[chaolie]

Devoted to Peace, Devoted to you, Day 14

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Dream wakes up and is literally just So Confused. Him falling asleep next to Fundy wasn't a mockery nor a show of trust, it was an accident and How Did This Happen??? Fundy wakes up soon after him and complains that his shoulder hurts today. Dream jumps at the excuse to get some fresh air and takes him over to Ponk's.

They do grab some food on the way there and Fundy's arrow wound gets looked at. It still looks fine, according to Ponk, so they feel a bit calmer as they leave. Fundy decides that this is his chance to perhaps convince Dream not to do the whole war thing, so says he's glad he has someone like Dream here, how he didn't expect to feel any kind of comfort as a hostage but thanks to him, things aren't as horrible as they could be. He knows this is a bit forward but-

Dream interrupts him by saying he needs to tell him something, but he'd rather do it somewhere more... private. Can they make a little detour and stop at the 2nd floor of the community house since no one should be there right now? Fundy says sure. A part of him is screaming because he almost ended up just fucking confessing??? As if "pls don't destroy L'Manburg For Me <3" would work???? The other part of him is also screaming because is Dream going to confess to him?????????? Is that even a thing that could happen????

They make it to the spot Dream picked and sit down. He seems nervous, so Fundy lets him take his time with this. Is this actually going to be a confession?? Sure, Dream's been okay with Fundy calling their time together dates and they even held hands at one point but like?? Still???? They never put a name on this!! Finally, Dream looks at him.

"...I need to be honest with you. When I agreed to take you in as a hostage two weeks ago, I uhhhh MaybeWasPlanningToKillYou BUTT Uhhhhhh I changed my mind?? And now uh. Yeah. I think I. mhm."

Honesty is always great, right? So after his, Dream could even go a step further and tell Fundy he- He watches Fundy basically blue-screen at that, just freeze in place with a blank expression for what feels like hours, and he starts to doubt that. He goes to reassure him that no, really, he won't hurt him, their time together just gave him a lot to think about and-

Fundy interrupts him and decides to go for the same thing, to be 100% honest. How bad could that end, right? So after he gets Dream to promise he won't hurt him no matter what he says next, he admits that he was originally considering doing the same?? Maybe???

They just awkwardly sit together after that. How do you move on from this????

They move on when Fundy asks if it's cool if he keeps flirting now because this is a lot to unpack but he does like flirting with Dream. Dream tells him sure, the flirting is actually kinda nice. Fundy asks if Dream wants to go on a date, then. Dream says sure again.

They get out of the community house and slowly, they unpack what they just learned about each other. They start talking again and they do agree that this whole... honesty thing is a great foundation for trust. They also agree that There Is 100% A Thing Between Them. ALSO Fundy going back to L'Manburg makes that Thing difficult. ALSO ALSO they can ignore that for now. So how about that date?

They grab some food for lunch later and head out into the forest by the Greater SMP. They walk around for a bit, talking, and then settle down for a little picnic or whatever. By then, the tension of learning they wanted to kill each other is basically gone and they're getting Really comfortable. To the point where they decide to carve out their initials in a tree to promise themselves that they WILL find a way to make this work.

After all, with a start as bumpy as "I will murder you in about 3-5 business days" what could possibly beat them?

Once they head back, Fundy admits to being a bit tired already, so Dream tells him to stay at his place while he tries to maybe figure out How To Delay The War???? Besides, a lie-down in a comfortable bed will probably do Fundy's shoulder some good. That... sounds about right, so Fundy agrees. He tries not to think that he's supposed to go back home tomorrow.

[m4rsd1ed]

He Saved Me || Part 4: 13 and A Half Reasons Why

———————————————————— (A/N from Mars):  Hii, so this chapter will be describing Morgan's past life. This chapter will include trauma, sexual assault, gr00ming, and death in family there's your warning. Anyway enjoy this chapter-) ———————————————————— Morgan's POV: I can't blame Norman for not wanting to talk because I've been through some shit myself so I get it... like my second grade teacher.. what a scumbag he was.. I didn't realize he was.. a s*x offender.. -flash back to Morgan in 2nd grade-

Morgan (7): oh man I got glue on my hands...

Mr.Pierson (teacher): here kid there's a wipe

Morgan (7): Thank you sir !!

Mr.Pierson: *pats Morgan's thigh* no problem kid I'll do anything for you *smile*  ———————-Timeskip————————- Morgan (7): MOM LOOK MR. PIERSON SAID I'M HIS TOP STUDENT !! 

Maria: Awee sweetie that's amazing !!

Nathan: congrats !!

Morgan: *grabs bag* I gots to go now but I'll see you after school Byee!

After I said that I put on the biggest fucking smile

Maria and Nathan: byeee !!

           ————-in school———- Morgan: hi Mr. Pierson !!

Mr.Pierson: hey my top student!! Can we meet after school I need to talk to you about something important.

Morgan: yeah just make sure to tell my mom !!

—————-after school————-

Morgan: you needed me ??

Mr.Pierson: yeah here sit in my chair *smiles*

Morgan: REALLY?!? THANKS !! *runs and spins on chair* WEEEEE

Mr.Pierson: do you trust me... —————————————————— That day my teacher started to do stuff with me... He would meet up with me everyday and start doing his thing, and after he would tell me that if I didn't let him touch me then I wouldn't be his favorite. He threatened to hit me if I told anyone about it. During the last few days of that school year, Nathan followed me in the class and he caught my teacher doing stuff to me I was clueless at the time..

Nathan bust in after taking some videos to show the PTA and he threw a punch at my teacher and it knocked him out. Nathan grabbed me and ran. I didn't know what he was doing because I thought my teacher was a good person and didn't know what he was doing to me until I got older and realized I was groomed and sexually assaulted... So come to think of it now: My former teacher is a... s*x offender..

My teacher got fired and arrested obviously and he's still in jail but next week he gets released and I'm scared he wants to come back for me.. And I don't want that, he's partially the reason why I have trauma from teachers. Damn him, they gave him less time than mom wanted originally, the justice system is shit at this point in life. Especially for juveniles like me.. 

So I get that Norman doesn't wanna talk, I've been through shit myself and he has hella trauma and I don't wanna force it out of him, he doesn't need that kinda stuff. I haven't told anyone but my mom and Nathan about it. But doesn't he have a younger sibling? And isn't she... still...-

[timetraveler97]

Dating as an Entertainer - Ibiza

So you´d think that there would be a lot going on in Ibiza espicially when working as an entertainer. Well NOPE... Let me tell you what it really looks like.

After I finished studying I decided to do something more risky. So I started working as entertainer and the first stop was Ibiza.

I met my team on the 2nd day and I was expecting loads of cute guys but there was just ONE. And this ONE cute guy was taken already. So off limits for me. Did he cheat on his girlfriend with another girl on the team? Rumour has it.

2 weeks later another guy came into our team. He was working as a mountainbike instructor. He was from Hungary and reaaallly tall (let´s name him Steve). This is the part where I should have asked myself: Do I like him or is he just tall? Anyway. The day he arrived we had a teamevening all together and I started talking to him. Turns out we had same taste in music which is always nice I think. So we had a few drinks and one thing led to another and we were making out in my crappy entertainer lodgement. He was probably thinking "Oh damn this is my first day here.. I´m the man" yeah well I didn´t sleep with him.

Nothing happened for a few days and I decided I wanted to talk to him about that night (I was innocent like that) Obviously he gave me the speach about "hm yeah I´m just having fun, no strings attached, nothing serious" And I pretended to think the same. So we were hanging out a lot after work and during lunchbreak. At one point I wanted to sleep with him but I couldn´t. As this would haven been my first time I was scared of his reaction so I didn´t let it happen. I left his room and walked into the ENTIRE cast having a drink outside his room. Great way to make me the talk of the town even though nothing happened. I didn´t confirm or deny anything because they would have kept talking. Instead I sat down with them. One guy asked me "do you want to go grab some food?" and another guy answered "well I think she just ate" hahahaha very funny. I went with them to have some food.

After that nothing really happened with the guy. I was over him and he didn´t talk to me or contacted me either. Few weeks later there was another teamevening and he wanted to "walk me home" (my room was just next to the location where the event took place) I let him walk me home (literally though) and said "okay night" when we got there. He was kinda confused but I thought I was really funny.

Yeah this story might be boring but it´s part of the journey.

Song: We´re going to Ibiza - Vengaboys

[mirrorballwhoistrying]

Slow Dancing During Burning December (18/12/22)

It’s been exactly 4 weeks since I last wrote an article. It feels so good to finally just sit and have a me-time after what I’ve been doing the last 4 weeks. I have so much and I don’t know how can I put it into words well but I’d try. 

The last 4 weeks for real feel like the climax of my 2022. It’s like the seeds I’ve been planning throughout the year finally came through. 

After the Water Festival trip, there was so much to catch up on. First the Kita Sama project, I missed the 2 volunteer orientations, No choice, I was in Thailand. Coming back, Debby asked me to facilitate a session. The funny thing is I couldn’t understand Bahasa at all. Yeah, Debby assisted at the end. It was a nice experience to facilitate a cross-country orientation like this though. 

At the workplace, I felt like my motivation grew thinner and thinner day by day. I received news that one member resigned at the end of the year and an intern ended her internship. It is what it is. 

Preparing for the True Colors project is the most tiring part during the 2nd half of November. It’s a post-workshop project implemented by me and Cambodian participants. Yeah, it was nice, and I was finally able to put my skills to use again. But it was tiring regardless. I had to handle social media campaigns and I research, synthesize, boost, and designed... all by myself. There was a lot of preparation leading up to the workshop day though. I felt like a university student again. It’s not that big of a project though as I’ve handled many larger-scale projects at work, but it is definitely much more fulfilling doing what I like and having full control. 

Finally, there came the most intensive 9 days of my life this year from December 3rd-11th. Prior to that, the Chaktomuk Short Film festival happened. I don’t want to mention it again as it was a big nothing of an event. 

the December 3rd & 4th are True Colors workshop days. I mean no matter how small scale the project is, it was still tiring to me regardless. The scariest part was the number of participants. The day is near, and the confirmed participants are still below 20. I had no choice but to call them. Long story short, there were only 12 participants coming out of the 30 selected. I was also quite worried about the session as I was the one who invited 2 of the 4 speakers. Luckily, all went well. I got to witness how a workshop is organized. A small but new experience for me. There were some tensions between the participants at the beginning of the course but by the end of the workshop. There was like an invisible bond between them. They even hung out after that. It was a tiring but so fulfilling experience. 

I went to work for a day on December 5th before going to the workshop venue in the evening. I ditched a project at the workshop just for the summit. The Hyatt Regency was definitely fancy. My roommate is another Cambodian participant. 

it felt different from the regional workshop as it was my 2nd time for the YSEALI event. I went there full of anxiety. The welcome dinner was at the ballroom. Luckily, I sat there and there were other participants coming in. As we started talking, all those anxiety was slowly gone. Each and every story was so unique and inspiring. It reminded me of why I was there in the first place. 

The next few days were intense. It went in a blink of an eye. We went clubbing until 3AM on the 2nd night. Whatever, I felt like it wasn’t as tiring as it was during the regional workshop. Maybe because I was in my own city and it was my 2nd time around. 

At one point, I had to accept that I can’t talk to all 150 people. That’s the thing about big summits. We meet a lot, a lot of people, but how many people do we get to know deeper or keep in touch with? I didn’t do anything remarkable. I didn’t even network much. 

The crowd of people was definitely older though like in the late 20s or early 30s. Everyone was so professional and networking and I felt like a fraud or an imposter the whole time. 

The theme also wasn’t given much as it’s in the theme of Economic Empowerment. It was still nice regardless. I met someone and we have kept in touch until now. It was nice but a different experience from the regional workshop. 

I wish I could rest after the summit but nope. I had an hour of sleep before going back home to bring the books to set up the booth at the national book fair. The weekend at bookfair reminded me of how determined I was as a kid. The enthusiasm is kind of gone. There were fewer people than in 2019. We made a good fortune regardless. 

The tiring week is gone, but then I had to submit 2 reports for the 2 projects from the regional workshop. It was tiring but we did it. and now yesterday I went to a gathering in the morning, a movie date in the afternoon and a wedding reception at night. I used all my social battery I fear. Until this moment, I could finally have time to reflect back on what happened. 

I’m still processing though but I’m grateful for the things that happened. I guess this is the last article of this year. I’m glad it ended on a kind interesting note. My next article would be on my year-end reflection I think. Good byee

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where you're pretty sure you're being stalked. And not in the hot, sexy kind of way. Unless-?

Or the 2nd part of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series!

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, a/b/o/, alpha beta omega, poly!skz, ot8, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, SKZ x you, skz x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix, Yang Jeongin, Changbin x you, Changbin x reader, fluff, skz fluf, prequel

Genre: Nothing but fluff

Title: Killing, Stalking

Changbin is-fine-you guess. 

Even though his smoky scent burns your throat a little bit and makes your eyes water, and he comes off as somewhat awkward and a bit stern, you still manage to get away from that first uncomfortable meeting (damn you Hwang Hyunjin) somewhat unscathed, which is usually an anomaly when two strange alphas are meeting for the first time, let alone in a shared omega’s space. 

So yeah, you meet Seo Changbin, your secret crush’s weird “not boyfriend, but kind of boyfriend” and that’s that. 

Hyunjin isn’t due for another heat for six months, and Changbin is back in town regardless, and now you’ll never have to deal with alpha ‘not boyfriend’, or that, ever again. 

You can go back to sitting next to Hyunjin every week in your micro lab and secretly sneaking glances at him from the corner of your eye and harboring your weird little obsession and no one will be none the wiser. Everything will go back to normal.

Right? 

Wrong. 

Because suddenly, after meeting Changbin, you’re seeing him everywhere. 

Maybe you’re just paranoid, maybe your wolf hasn’t quite dropped the idea that Changbin secretly wants to murder you in some archaic, primal way after seeing you with his omega, but whatever it is, you’re almost positive it’s not all in your head. 

Because the scent of smoke lingers, and you’re fairly certain you’ve caught glimpses of the other alpha leaving the library just as you arrive, or darting onto the bus back to the dorms and out of sight before you can turn the corner to the bus stop. 

It’s all a little weird, and it’s got you on edge, and so, when you’re pretty sure you just caught a glimpse of Changbin lurking outside of the physical sciences building before your lab, nose in a book, eyes definitely on you, you decide enough is enough. 

Your wolf growls-low and dangerous-in agreement.

Maybe you are crazy, or maybe you’re not, but regardless, maybe a certain omega can help shed some light on the subject. 

So when you slide into your seat next to Hyunjin that morning, you ignore his preliminary greeting, and get right to the point. 

“I think your boyfriend is stalking me.” 

Hyunjin’s eyes go ridiculously wide and you resist the urge to get lost in the black of his pupils, resist the urge to coo over how cute it is when his full lips go into a surprised little ‘o’, dark lashes fanned across the tan skin of his cheeks. 

“What?” 

You lean toward him and dump your pencil case onto the desk between the two of you, holding his gaze as you repeat the words, slower this time, for emphasis. 

“Your boyfriend is stalking me. I think he wants to kill me.” 

You’re only halfway joking. 

Hyunjin scoffs now, rolling his eyes and brushing long dark hair back into the messy ponytail at the nape of his neck. 

You stifle down the urge to tangle your fingers into the soft strands. 

“What’s got you so paranoid?” 

You don’t appreciate his obvious sarcasm, the obvious lilt to his tone, and you say as much by reaching out and pinching his side, hard, between your fingers. 

Hyunjin yelps and flinches away from you, glaring at you as he rubs the offended skin beneath his palm. 

“I’m not kidding. Ever since you forced us to meet, I’ve been seeing him everywhere. Like. Everywhere.” 

Hyunjin shrugs.

 “I mean. He’s a student here too. Odds are pretty good you’d see him around campus. And he’s an alpha, so you guys have the same dorm building.” Something amused flashes across Hyunjin’s gaze, and he reaches out to snag one of your discarded pencils, tapping it along the table top in some sort of nonsensical pattern as he thinks. “Also, he’s a music major. He’s bound to hang around the music department a lot.” 

“Hyunjin! I’m a biology major!” 

The pencil stops tapping.

“Oh. Hm.” 

You sigh in outright exasperation and steal your pencil back from between his fingers, ignoring the pout he throws your way. 

“Seriously though. Can you tell him to knock it off? I’m so on edge I spilled my americano on the bus this morning when an old lady brushed my arm standing up, and I’m a poor starving college student. Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know!” 

Hyunjin smirks at you and cocks an eyebrow, only serving to infuriate you further. 

You reach out and smack his upper arm and he yelps once more, rubbing at the reddening skin as his pout deepens. 

“Yah, seriously?” 

“Seriously.” You repeat back, tone brooking no argument, as you point the pencil menacingly in his direction. “Tell your boyfriend to back off, Hwang Hyunjin, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.” 

“Like what?” Hyunjin looks entirely too smug with this conversation, leaning forward and resting his chin in his palms, batting his eyes at you, the perfect picture of rapt attention. “What are you gonna do to him, (Y/N), tell me.” 

Without blinking an eye, you lean forward and snap your teeth at him. 

The omega wobbles briefly in his chair, caught off guard. 

“I’ll murder his favorite omega.” 

Hyunjin tsks, sitting back now and crossing his arms over his chest, the picture of a petulant child. 

“First off, I’m not his omega. Secondly, he’s not my boyfriend, you brat.” 

You leap forward and rap him on the head, and Hyunjin squawks. 

“Yah, I’m older than you, Hwang Hyunjin, don’t forget that.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. 

“Now.” You settle back in your seat, finally digging in your backpack for your notebook, glancing to the board for today’s instructions. You shoot Hyunjin a withering glare as you reach for another pencil. “Call off your guard dog, and maybe, I’ll let you cheat off of me for the final.” 

Hyunjin visibly brightens, metaphorical ears perking, and then he’s whipping out his phone, and you don’t want to make a show, but you covertly try to breathe through your nose as the air fills with the unmistakable smell of bright, tart lemons. 

Inside, your wolf, traitor that it is, is violently wagging its tail. 

*******

The next time you see Seo Changbin, you’re in the library, parked in the middle of a table, books strewn about, desperately trying to grasp the concept of Homeostasis and Regulation, your study partner clearly fed up with your obvious inability to be anything less than stupid. 

“I can’t, Minnie, it doesn’t make sense.” 

You’re whining, you know it, and the scent of frosty pine hovering in the air spikes significantly. 

The beta sitting across from you sighs in a long suffering sort of way and you don’t miss the way his nostrils flare at the fresh wave of your scent, covertly reaching up to brush at his nose with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“Focus, (Y/N). You need to force yourself to understand. Let’s go over the diagram again.” 

You groan and let your head drop to the table with a heavy thud. 

Your entire body is tired-limbs, head, eyes, brain-and the thought of having to go over the assignment again, with Seungmin as your annoyed, but patient, tutor, has you practically shuddering in your seat. 

“God, you’re whiny today.” 

You muster up enough strength to lift your head slightly, shooting the beta a glare, now watching you with slight amusement, arms crossed over his chest, and then complain halfheartedly, “I haven’t been sleeping well. And this class is going to be the death of me.” 

Seungmin tsks beneath his breath, reaching out to straighten his papers and pencils just so, and you briefly wonder if he’s ever been screened for OCD-or maybe just for neurotic tendencies in general, because that’s the only obvious explanation for how easy he’s grasping all of this. 

“Remind me again why you’re a biology major then?” 

You want to quip back something witty, but his scent washes over you-warm and ginger and citrus-and suddenly you’re feeling so much more tired than before. 

Betas really are the stress relief lotion of the subgender world, huh? 

“I’m done for tonight.” You announce suddenly, sitting up with a struggle, as you begin to haphazardly shove papers and books and pens into your open backpack. 

Seungmin watches your chaos from across the table with thinly veiled distaste. 

“You’re gonna fail you know.” 

You glance over at him and offer him your brightest, most innocent, dazzling smile. 

“No way. That’s why I have the best study buddy in the world right here, right Minnie?”

Your tone is wheedling, and makes Seungmin do nothing but roll his eyes heavily in response. 

You sigh and drop the act, hoping he can sense your desperation. 

“C’mon, Minnie. Just for tonight? I promise I’ll return tomorrow with renewed hope and even more diligent effort.” 

Seungmin watches you blankly for a moment, unconvinced, and then he sighs, and you know you’ve won. 

He begins to carefully file away his pencils into their color coded case. 

“Fine. But just know, if you have to retake this class, I won’t be joining you. You’re on your own.” 

“Yes! Okay!” You’re giddy with the thought of going back to the dorm, almost dizzy with the idea of falling into your bed, going to sleep, emptying your brain. You fist pump and shove the rest of your supplies into your bag. “Thank you, Minnie. Have I ever told you I love you?” 

“No. And please don’t.” The beta grumbles under his breath, sliding his books neatly, one by one, into the recesses of his backpack. 

You’re jamming the last of your heavy textbooks into the already protesting backpack, humming some nonsensical song beneath your breath, when a whiff of smoke assaults your senses. 

You choke on your spit, caught off guard, and begin a violently coughing fit. 

Seungmin watches you passively from across the table, entirely unimpressed. 

You glance around the almost deserted library-it is almost 1 am-and feel like you’re in the beginning scenes of a horror movie. 

That’s when you see him, sitting at a far table, apparently reading, but you know better, can feel the way he sneaks in quick glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. 

You scrabble around the table and effectively take up hiding behind Seungmin. 

“Minnie. We gotta go.” 

He hums under his breath, entirely unhurried, as he starts to file away his notes-color coded and marked for convenience obviously. 

“I know. You already said that.” 

“No!” You hiss out beneath your breath, crouched down behind him like some kind deflated balloon man, fingers plucking desperately at the edge of his sleeve. “Like now.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The beta finally turns to glance down at you, eyebrow cocked, lips pulled into a thin line, as if he can’t believe you’re actually hiding behind him, using him as a human shield for god knows what. “If this is some weird alpha rut thing-” “What? Ew. No.” Your tone loses some of its breathlessness at his statement, leveling him with a hard, pointed stare. “That’s not-” You huff out a sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “We don’t have time right now for me to tell you how entirely wrong you are, but later-” 

The smell of smoke intensifies, and your eyes dart to the figure of the lone alpha, standing from the table to stretch and shove books into his bag. 

“Minnie.” You whine, tugging at him again, as he finally finishes putting every color of highlighter into their respective pouches. “Please?” 

“I’m not moving from this table until you tell me what’s wrong with you and if you need a doctor.” 

You heave a sigh and Seungmin offers you a blank look, clearly waiting. 

“Fine.” You grumble out, still crouched behind the shelter of his chair. If you weren’t practically sitting on your haunches right now, you probably would have angrily stomped your foot in frustration. “See that guy over there?” 

Seungmin follows your line of sight and his uninterested gaze falls on Changbin, now shucking on his coat in preparation to meet the cold winter air outside. 

“Obviously.” 

You resist the urge to pinch the beta’s side and settle for rolling your eyes instead. 

“Apparently he’s like Hwang Hyunjin’s boyfriend or not boyfriend or something? I dunno the specifics, and I didn’t ask, but-” “Wait, wait, wait.” Seungmin interrupts you, finally a shred of interest coming to life in the dark recesses of his eyes at the mention of a certain omega. 

A smirk lifts the corner of his lips, and you suddenly regret everything. 

“The Hwang Hyunjin? Your omega lab partner from micro? The one that you have a ridiculously, huge, asinine, creepy secretive crush on? The one that you helped through his heat, as ‘friends’, just ‘bros being bros’-that Hwang Hyunjin?” You don’t appreciate the way he’s practically gleeful now. 

“Yes, that Hwang Hyunjin!” You hiss out from between clenched teeth, eyes darting to Changbin, and then back to the overly smug beta. “How many Hwang Hyunjins do you know?” 

Seungmin shrugs, entirely nonplussed, but finally lets you drag him to his feet and shepherd him toward the door-the door opposite the one closest to a certain Seo Changbin. 

“Move your feet, dumbass.” You grit out, as Seungmin seems to do everything in his power to staunch your forward progress, glancing over his shoulder pointedly, openly curious now, at the other alpha, still gathering up his things. 

“Okay, so that’s your secret lover’s not so secret lover. Still doesn’t explain why you’re literally hiding behind me like a cat who’s just seen the garden hose.” 

“Okay, first off-” You manage to shove the two of you through the revolving turnstile, backpacks and all, and are only a little out of breath. “-I resent that metaphor. Secondly-”

 You almost trip over your own feet in your hurry to get down the stairs, Seungmin dragging at a leisurely pace behind you. 

“-Hyunjin made us meet, in person, to like, make us friends or something, I guess? And the initial meeting was fine, but now I’m running into this guy everywhere, and I literally think he’s stalking me at this point, because we don’t have that many things in common, let alone classes, and so the only logical explanation is he’s scoping me out, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to murder me and dump my body in the lake because obviously, I helped Hyunjin, and Hyunjin is his, and now he’s out to get me-” 

You’re out into the crisp late night air now, and your breath puffs in little clouds as you turn to face Seungmin, who has stopped dead in his tracks, feet like lead weights.

He’s staring at you with something akin to growing horror. 

“What?” You ask, suddenly defensive, tugging your coat around yourself as you try to hold his increasingly judgment filled gaze. 

 “So you do need a doctor.” He finally says, stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, eying you almost warily. “Just not a medical one.” 

You roll your eyes so hard you’re sure he can hear them rattling in your head. 

“Okay, it sounds a little crazy-” 

“Oh my god. A little?” Seungmin huffs, disbelief clear in his usually flat tone, eyes boring into yours. 

You bristle at his words and your wolf growls, still worked up by the lingering scent of campfire in the air.  

“Okay, so maybe a lot, but seriously-” 

Seungmin throws his hands up in the air in exasperation and looks to the sky, up at the crescent moon, as if he’s asking someone, anyone, for strength. 

“So you formed all of this-this idea-off of the fact that you’re seeing this guy-this guy who you didn’t know before, mind you-around campus more, studying at the library, god forbid, at the same time as us, when he literally goes to this school, you literally share the same dorm, and he’s literally dating your lab partner? Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m going to kill you.” 

You stand there, suddenly sheepish, and the anger cools almost immediately in the face of frost. 

“I-” You rub the back of your neck and avoid his gaze. “-okay, it sounds stupid.” 

“Damn right it does.” Seungmin mumbles, though there’s no real edge to his voice. “Now, can we please go home? I’m cold and tired as hell from trying to teach your dumb ass homostasis all night.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he leaps forward to mime grabbing it, even though you both know your reflexes are too fast to allow him to get even close. 

“Fine.” 

You link your arm through his, even though he protests, and trudge down the snow lined sidewalk toward the bus stop. 

You’d never tell Seungmin, but you swear, once the beta boards his bus and you board your own, that a waft of smoke follows you all the way back to the dorms. 

You make sure to lock your door. 

******

You’re sitting at a table outside the campus coffee shop, enjoying the weak winter sunlight, sipping an americano, when the right moment arrives. 

A shadow slips across the sun, and you glance up from your phone, where you’re currently involved in a heated meme battle with Hyunjin, to see Changbin standing in front of you, looking entirely out of place and a lot more awkward than you remembered. 

You promptly choke on your coffee and nearly drop your phone. 

“Shit, man.” You splutter out, hurriedly reaching for a napkin as you begin to desperately wipe at the coffee stains now splattering the front of your white button down shirt. 

Curse today of all days for being the one day you had to wear formal attire for a class presentation. 

Chanbin, to his credit, looks slightly remorseful, though you can’t tell if it’s because he scared you senseless or because he’s having to watch the current shitshow that’s unfolding before him with his own two eyes. 

“Sorry.” He rubs at the back of his neck and shifts from one foot to the other in obvious discomfort, before he asks, pointing to the empty chair across from you, “Can I sit?” 

Still coughing slightly, still messily wiping at the front of your shirt, you motion to the chair impatiently without another glance. 

Well, today’s as good a day to die as any, you guess. 

You eye him warily from across the safety of the table as he slides his frame into the uncomfortable wiring of the chair, noting slightly the way his biceps bulge beneath the thin fabric of his muscle tee. 

Hyunjin obviously likes a guy who goes to the gym, and you can’t say you blame him. 

“Um-” Changbin falters, stumbling over his words, and you sit back, watching him in silence, not willing to help him a bit, and also taking the opportunity of silence on your end to study him a bit more. 

He’s good looking-blunt, square features, muscular body, dark bangs soft and touseled against his forehead-and he doesn’t look like he’s hiding a knife-a murder weapon-somewhere on his person, but you’ve been wrong before, so it’s better to stay alert, just in case. 

“Listen, I-” Changbin clears his throat, trying again, and shifts in the chair, and your eyes are briefly drawn to the way his tan skin brushes against the cold, crisp lines of the wire backing. 

He’s not even wearing a coat. 

So Hyunjin’s type is not only strong, but strong and dumb. 

Respect. 

The silence becomes too much, his fingers tapping nervously on the table, your coffee growing cold in your hand, the strong scent of smoke intermingling with the cold smell of frost, both sharp and bitter and souring quickly. 

You decide it’s time to up the ante, face the beast, if you will. 

“Are you going to kill me?”

Changbin’s mouth drops open so fast that you’re surprised the hinges of his jaw don’t snap in the process. 

“What?” 

You warily eye him over the rim of your cup, going in for another careful, slow sip. Don’t want a repeat of last time. 

God, no wonder Hyunjin likes him. 

He’s pretty and stupid and altogether kind of cute, sitting there staring at you, gaping, like a fish out of water.

 Not to mention, he looks like he could bench press both you and Hyunjin’s weight combined.

You tap your finger on the table in rhythm with your words. 

“Seo Changbin. Are. You. Here. To. Kill. Me.” 

His mouth is still hanging open, and you resist the urge to sit forward and close it with a finger beneath his chin. 

His jawline is as chiseled as the Appalachian Mountains, and you bet it’d feel like granite beneath your fingertip. 

“Why-” He seems to be struggling, his brain trying to catch up, and you can physically see the confusion, the wheels turning, inside his head, eyes dark and wide. “-Why would you think that?” 

You snort and shoot him a look full of open exasperation. 

“You’ve literally been stalking me. What else was I supposed to think? Usually when someone stalks you, their intentions aren’t purely ambiguous.” 

“I wasn’t-” Changbin looks entirely caught off guard again, lips parting, and you almost think he’s going to gape some more, as if he hasn’t done enough of that in the last five minutes already, but instead, he groans with obvious agitation, scrubbing at his face with his hands. “I wasn’t stalking you!” 

You arch a brow and wait, because clearly, you can’t believe otherwise unless he gives you another explanation, and so far, Seo Changbin hasn’t given you a whole lot of anything other than a pretty decent impression of a goldfish. 

“I was just-” The alpha across from you stutters to a halt once more, clearly frustrated. “Look, I’m not good at this okay?” 

Something in his vague, but entirely honest statement, lures you back into the conversation. 

“Good at what?” 

“Okay first off-” He waves a sudden finger in your direction, eyes suddenly wild and a tiny bit defensive. “I wasn’t stalking, I was lurking-” 

You snort again. “Not much difference there if I’m honest, buddy.” 

Changbin levels you with a glare and you shut up, almost eager to hear what he has to say next. 

You can’t wait to hear the explanation on this one. 

“And secondly, I just-” He rubs at the back of his neck again, a nervous motion that he obviously does subconsciously, and you offhandedly wonder if the skin is raw yet. 

A muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s working himself up to whatever he wants to say next, and it only serves to pique your curiosity, your eyes drawn to the miniscule movement. 

That and damn, did you mention, Seo Changbin is just kind of so ridiculously good looking that it makes your mouth water? 

It should be illegal honestly. 

You’re even getting used to the smell of smoke, now almost raging into the burning scent of a forest fire, that fills the air. 

You can’t say as much for the omegas sitting at the table next to you, judging by their hurried, curious glances in your direction. 

Changbin sighs-long, heavy, accepting-and then he swallows, hard enough to be audible, and opens his mouth. 

“I wanted to get to know you better.” 

It’s your turn to catch flies as your mouth falls open abruptly. 

That’s honestly the last thing you expected to hear from the mouth of the obviously uncomfortable alpha sitting across from you. 

“What?” 

Changbin huffs out something between an exasperated sigh and a humorless chuckle and sits back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. 

You try not to get too distracted by the way the move makes his biceps bulge, or the way his pecs flex in response. 

“Yeah, I mean, I can totally see now how-” He eyes you pointedly, lips almost curving into the start of a sardonic smile. “-’lurking’-” You roll your eyes. “-wasn’t the best way to go about it, but I really was just interested in you-everything about you, really-ever since Hyunjin introduced us.” 

There is not currently a coherent brain in your head. 

“Wait, so you-” You hedge out, picking at the table cloth now, suddenly unable to meet his gaze in your shock and encroaching humiliation. “-weren’t mad?” 

Changbin laughs, the sound full of disbelief. 

“Mad about what?” 

You glance up, and something akin to understanding suddenly washes across his gaze at your very obvious ‘figure it out sherlock, shit’s not hard’ expression. 

“Oh. Oh.” He breathes out, and you can see the wheels turning again, connecting all the pieces. “You mean Hyunjin, right?” 

God. You may be dumb and more than a little bit paranoid, but Seo Changbin is just as stupid, maybe even more so. 

“Of course I mean Hyunjin.” You blurt out, disbelief bleeding into open annoyance, carried across in your sharp words. 

Changbin laughs again, and maddeningly, this time, he doesn’t sound anything but utterly gleeful, if not a little delighted. 

You instantly pout. 

“No, no, sorry.” He waves his hand at you, almost breathless because of the laughter, though you fail to see what’s funny, and swipes at a few mirthful tears that have gathered in the corners of his eyes. “I just-you thought-Hyunjinnnie and me-?” 

“Well duh.” You exclaim, hands going wide, as if to make him see the whole picture. 

That, and you’re just annoyed now at his continued laughter at your expense. 

“Shit, man. Do the two of you even hear yourselves? You just called him ‘hyunjinnie’ and don’t even get me started on the pet names Hyunjin uses for you when you’re not around and then there’s the whole ‘just helping each other out when biology calls’ bullshit, and everybody knows that’s so obviously just an excuse, like c’mon, maybe the oldest one in the book even, and god, even the way the two of you look at each other is openly disgusting enough to make me want to vomit.” 

Changbin has grown silent now, and something inside of you preens at effectively shutting him up. 

The other, more major part of you is caught entirely off guard by his obvious and sudden “deer in the headlights” expression. 

He looks shell shocked. 

“Wait-Hyunjin calls me pet names?” He openly chokes over the statement, and his skin-once bronzed like a greek god-is looking more than a little green. Okay, so maybe Changbin is a whole lot more stupid then you first gave him credit for. 

That, and absolutely oblivious. 

You silently add that to the growing list of adjectives you’re using to mentally describe him in your head. 

Mouthwateringly Hot. Check. 

Dumb AF. Check.

Rippling with muscles. Check. 

Startlingly Stupid. Check. 

Absolutely, infuriatingly, oblivious? Check. 

Changbin is still staring at you in shocked silence, so you pull yourself away from your list, and return his stare right back, one eyebrow cocked. 

“Seriously? How are you this dumb?” 

At your blunt words, Changbin promptly chokes on his spit.

You wordlessly slide the rest of your now very cold americano across the table toward him, a peace offering of sorts, or maybe just a way to end his very obvious misery. 

His fist closes around the mug and without so much as a word, he downs the offered drink in one fell swoop that under any other circumstances might have been impressive, but right now, when he’s currently having an existential crisis over his “not boyfriend,” just comes off as little more than desperate. 

You wait until he’s cleared his throat and his face has gone a little less red, and then you sit back in your chair with a smirk. 

“You really didn’t know, huh?” 

Changbin glowers at you, though it doesn’t quite have the effect he’s wanting, currently clutching your empty mug like it's a lifeline, his lost breath still not quite caught. 

You whistle under your breath, and openly tsk at him. 

“Damn, baby, you certainly came off as the kind of thick musclehead type in our first and only meeting, but I gotta say, even with my limited knowledge, this is embarrassing, even for you.” 

Changbin sighs in annoyance, and your smirk grows. 

“Congrats. You’ve made your point. I’m obviously bad with feelings, okay? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have just lurked around until I finally got up the courage to ask you out.” 

“Stalked.” You correct innocently, with a sweetly saccharine smile, earning yourself another glare from Changbin in the process. 

“Whatever.” 

“So,” You sit back, taking pity on him, content for now to deal with the whole ‘how did you not know your friends with benefits was actually more than a friend’ conversation later. “Is this you asking me out then?” 

Changbin’s ears go pink at your forward statement-it’s frankly adorable, and you resist the urge to audibly coo-but he nods regardless. 

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Okay.” 

He looks shocked, and you think it’s becoming a permanent expression on his features at this point. 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah. Okay.” You repeat, pulling out your phone and sliding it across the table to him with an amused smile. “But please, for the love of god, give me your number this time, so we can communicate normally, instead of one of us stalking the other and meeting up unexpectedly at a coffee shop where I think you’re going to kill me.” 

Changbin rolls his eyes, but takes the offered phone anyway, typing in his contact information. 

Something inside of you is giddy to see that he has added a little standing man emoji next to his name when he hands it back. 

Progress, you think, and your wolf purrs at the scent of campfire-suddenly no longer irritating, and a little more comforting. 

“You should know-” You say offhandedly, as you casually stuff your notebook into your backpack and gather up your things, noting the time before your next class. “-the thing with Hyunjin? It’s not usually like that. I don’t usually make it a habit to put out on the first date-minimum rule is usually three-so don’t think you’re gonna get lucky.” 

Changbin chokes for what feels like the fifth time in as many minutes, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles past your lips at the sight of the red blush creeping slowly but steadily up his neck at your blunt words. 

“What-I didn’t-I don’t think-” 

You grin at him, shooting him a text so he can save your number, and his phone dings loudly in the flustered silence between the two of you.

He glances down at his phone, and his eyes scan your message, which simply says, ‘hey stalker 😘’ before he shoots you another halfhearted glare. 

It doesn’t land, considering he looks more like a vine ripened tomato currently than a scary alpha predator. 

“Lucky for you, alpha-” You let the word slip off your tongue in a purr, leaning toward him, and in a bold move, brush an errant strand of hair from his eyes, fingers featherlight and nothing more than a moment as they come in contact with the warmth of his skin. 

The scent of smoke spikes considerably, and you bite back a self satisfied smirk behind your teeth. 

You keep your expression neutrally blank as you regard him easily. 

“-I’m counting this whole misunderstanding as our first date so-” You shrug nonchalantly, and shoot him a lazy wink, before you stuff your phone into your bag and turn to walk away. “-only two more to go..” 

You don’t have to look to know Changbin chokes, the stuttered cough serving to confirm your suspicions. 

You grin to yourself, but don’t look back, giving a blind little wave in his general direction, entirely too smug. 

“See you around, Seo Changbin. Don’t wait too long to confess to a certain omega we both know.” 

He must have gotten his second wind, because you promptly hear his annoyed voice call out over the distance between the two of you, startling some of your unfortunate classmates with the volume-

“I’ll confess when you do!” 

You turn around, walking backward, smirk no longer hidden, and give him another little dismissive wave with your fingers before you yell back, miming thoughtfulness-

“Confessing is like a fifth date thing. Minimum.” 

“Bet.” 

Changbin grins now, the first time you’ve seen him completely at ease since he first sat down, and something inside of you flutters, stupid and vulnerable and giddy, at the sight of the lazy grin, stretching to reveal perfectly straight, white teeth. 

Dammit, Changbin is pretty. 

Maybe Seungmin is right, maybe this is some weird alpha rut thing. 

You put a hand to your forehead, just to check for fever, to be sure. 

Nope. Cool to the touch. 

And your wolf is still turning happy circles deep within the hidden confines of your chest. 

This time, he’s the one who gives you a little wave as you turn back around,and you promptly hide your ensuing smile in the collar of your jacket and tell yourself it’s just because the brisk winter wind has suddenly picked up. 

Definitely not because of the alpha standing behind you, still watching you go, and definitely not because of a certain Hwang Hyunjin and his stupid omega instincts. 

Damn him. 

Your phone dings in your pocket, and you dig around until you find it, holding up the screen to squint at the text message in the weak afternoon sunlight. 

‘Is it still considered ‘lurking’ if I tell you I’m openly watching you walk away and that you have a fantastic ass? 👀🍑’

You grin and stuff your phone back into your pocket. 

Inside, your wolf purrs. 

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Your mouth parted in shock as anger filled you looking at his grinning face. You never thought you’d ever see this man’s face again. And you almost didn’t recognize him. But the second he spoke...you knew it was him...and he knew it was you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you said under your breath, bringing your hand to your head as he walked over, hands in his pockets smiling.

“Been a while, huh?” he said tilting his head at you

The familiar sight of his cocky smile sent you back, way back to when it all started between you two. Way back to when you were only 15.

You were walking home after finishing a day of school and club activities. It was mid year, finals just finished up and spring break was coming along. You felt relieved that you could finally have 2 weeks of rest, and not worry about your underclassmen and schoolwork. Since tomorrow was the last day of school, you decided you’d make a stop at the corner store. To just grab some snacks, maybe even dinner…

You held your book bag close to your body, as you opened the doors of the store. It was cold inside, you tucked your arms under each other to create some friction for warmth, as you walked around a bit you saw a group of 4 boys who all had matching uniforms, but not school uniforms. Just delinquent uniforms. You quickly glanced to see the sign of their gang, after a bit of looking, you didn’t recognize it, and decided to brush them off.

They looked around the same age as you, maybe a year older. They stood crowded in front of the cooler section laughing and talking pretty loud which already annoyed you a bit since you wanted to get a cold drink. You saw them fill their baskets with different types of beers and candy. You sorta cringed. After grabbing a few snacks and microwavable dinner you walked over to the cooler section, avoiding their presence completely, not interested or bothered by delinquents.

It was common for delinquents to be around where you lived. You often didn’t really like them, since most of them just trashed the streets and caused trouble for others, but you liked the ones that consisted of kids who just wanted to have fun and didn’t cause any harm. But definitely not groups like this, who are always waiting to just ruin someone's day.

“Excuse me-” you said avoiding eye contact, but not in a shy way

“Oh?” said one smiling

“What do you need, pretty?” he asked as his friends slightly moved out of the way, and you looked at him

“..just a drink.” you said smiling, trying to hide your irritated face while pointing to the door they were blocking

“Ahh, my bad.” he said moving out of the way, opening to door for you smiling foolishly

“Thank you.” you said giving a closed eyed smile before lowering your self slightly to grab your favorite drink

After grabbing it, you placed it in your basket and squeezed your way through the boys to get to the cashier. You smiled at the old man behind the counter as he scanned and bagged your items.

“Having dinner all by yourself? C'monn, let me accompany you, huh sweet?” said the leader walking over to you with that same smile on his face while licking his lips making you cringe

“Not interested.” you said not looking at him and grabbing your stuff, turning to walk out

“Aw c'mon..” he said following behind you as his friends dropped their stuff on the floor to follow their boss

You couldn't help but to feel a little bit worried for your own well being. When hearing them call out for you, as you so desperately tried to ignore it and go home. Still by the store's vicinity and still walking you heard him come closer and stand in front you, inching closer and closer to you making you back up with confused and worried eyes

“Don’t ignore me~” he said bringing his hand to twirl your hair

“I said I’m not interested.” you said bringing your hand to push you hair down so that he could no longer touch it

“You think that matters?” he asked as his smile faded into a smaller one but more devious

Suddenly you felt his finger tips touch your waist, and before it could escalate any further your fight or flight kicked in, you quickly raised your hand and slapped the male in front of you, and hard. Causing his head to turn a bit and arms drop from your body. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger as his hand traveled to his red cheek.

“Were you never taught that when a girl says no it means no?” you asked

You saw rage fill the man's eyes, as he brought his hand up to hit you back, both your heads turned to hear another person's voice.

“Really?” is all he said with one hand in his pocket, and the other taking out the lollipop in his mouth as he walked over with a blank expression

“The hell are you?” asked the male in front of you putting his hand down

“You’re gonna beat down on a girl for saying she doesn’t want you? Huh, ugly?” he said smiling as your eyes widened in shock at his insult to the man

Is he stupid? There's 4 guys here and he just insulted their friend. 4 v 1? The odds don’t play in his favor, and there wasn’t much you could do to help him other than call for help. But you couldn’t help but smile a little at his remark, You turnt your head to the side trying to contain your laugh.

“You laughing?” asked the male in front of you turning his rage filled gaze to you

“Yeah she’s laughing, isn't he an ugly guy?” asked the boy with blonde hair and blue highlights with glasses, grinning

“..yeah.” you said holding back your laugh and looking over at the boy, as he looked into your eyes with a look letting you it would all be okay

The male in front of you grunted as he raised his arm to hit you again, but the boy next to you blocked it with ease, signing. He held his arm steady blocking the arm from touching you. He placed his lollipop back in his mouth with one hand, then took off his glasses, turning his gaze to you. You felt your face get hot. He was just so...cool?

He softly smiled and handed you his glasses.

“Hold these for me?” he asked as you nodded your head ‘yes’ looking at him in complete awe

“Thanks-”

“I’m right here!” yelled the male coming in with another hit, you quickly moved out of the way to let him have the floor.

You held the boy's glasses in your hands as you watched him swiftly and easily doge the males attacks, and then it was all over. A single punch from the boy knocked the leader out, as he fell to the floor. Your eyebrows raised, excited.

“Isn’t he your leader? You guys are just gonna stand there?” asked the boy using his foot to turn over the body on the floor as his follower simply just ran away from the scene. The boy walked over to you, twirling the lollipop in his mouth. He took it out, throwing it into the trashcan near you before tilting his head giving you a slightly cocky smile...that you actually liked.

“Thank you.” you said bowing your head slightly at him

“No worries.” he said as you brought your head back up, still looking at him in awe

He noticed. He could tell you were stuck in awe, it was obvious by the look in your eyes. He’s never seen himself make a girl look at him like that, and honestly it made him prideful. But also fuzzy inside since he was able to make you nervous. He watched you earlier, noticing you had more of a calm personality, but the way you were now was different. He could practically feel the heat that radiated from your face. It really made him...happy? Usually all the girls he met fawn over his older brother...and it was nice having some attention for once.

He just kept looking into your eyes for a solid minute, you tried your very best to keep eye contact but it seemed as though he was lost in thought, so you looked off to the side and held out your hand with his glasses in it.

“I- uh..here by the way..” you said still looking off the side hoping he wouldn't notice your flushed face

“Thanks.” he said smiling, taking them from your hand and putting them, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to it.

“Do you live around here? I can walk you home.” he said putting his hands into his pockets

“Yeah, just up the street. But you don't have to, really! I wouldn’t want to burden you.” you said bringing your hands up frantically at the nice gesture

“I don’t mind, honest. Here...just come with me, I gotta buy a few things first..” he said as his eyes traced your face

“Sure.” you said smiling as you both started to walk to the store

You only followed him around like a lost puppy, as he picked up a few drinks and snacks. Once he finally finished and paid, you both walked out, and started walking to your home.

“What’s your name?” you asked looking at him

“Rindou, or Rin is fine.” he said turning his gaze to you

Every. Single. Time. He looked in your eyes, it was like you were lost in trance. Although it was dark out, you could still so clearly see his eyes, they were so perfect to you. But what you didn’t know at the time was he felt the same way. He finally had someone's eyes on him, for him and no one else. He would feel fuzzy every time you looked him deep in the eye. And you both could tell there was a lot of tension, but not in a bad way.

“Yours?” he asked

“Y/n.” you said looking back in front of you

“Pretty name.” he said making you smile scrunch your eyebrows in confusion as you looked over at him

“Thanks...that’s a compliment I've never heard before from someone.” you said smiling

“Is it the type of compliment you'll remember?” he asked smiling

“Yeah, I don’t think i’ll ever forget it.” you said

“Good.” he said

“Oh- my place is just up the stairs so..thank you for walking me.” you said stopping in your tracks and pointing, smiling

“Yeah, no problem..” he said as you waved and started to walk up the stairs

“Hey-! Before you go-” he said making his way to where you were on the stairs, stopping on the stair below you, making him look up at you

You saw that his face was slightly red, and it made you smile softly as you waited for him to finish his thoughts,

“Would this be a bad time to ask you out or-?” he asked laughing, leaving you surprised

“Yes but I like you..so no.” you said

“..cool.. Then i’ll see you tomorrow.” he said said grinning and turning around to walk

“..tomorrow?” you said under your breath smiling as he made his own way home

After the most cliche moment of your life just happened, you went on to do your regular routine of going to bed. And you couldn’t help but feel so excited for what's to come.

‘What does he mean by seeing me tomorrow..he didn’t even ask if i'd be free, or tell me where we should meet….He’s so different..’

You though tot yourself as you were trying to fall asleep

The next morning, you woke, got ready, and went to school. Everything went as usual. Till one of your underclassmen from your club came barging into the club room, sweating and frantically trying to catch his breath.

“Y/N!” he yelled

“Are you alright?” you asked placing down the pen you were using to help correct a paper, while walking over to him to help him sit down

He only let out heavy breaths, and so you went over to your book bag, taking out a new water bottle and napkin. You handed him the water as he aggressively went to open it and drink it. You kneeled next to the kid and wiped the sweat that was dripping from his forehead, waiting for him to calm down.

“What happened? You look scared.” you said with concerned eyes

“Y/n! There's a man outside in front of the school asking for you!” he said

“..did he threaten you or something?” you asked thinking it was the guy from yesterday who harassed you

“No! But! But!-” he said not being able to speak his mind

“Hey! Hey! It’s alright just relax, grab your stuff and go home, okay? Club is done for today.” you said getting up and patting his head

“Sure but!”

“Don’t worry! Everything is fine-” you said walking over to grab your sweater and bag

“Do you mind locking up the classroom on your way out?” you asked to one of the club members

“Sure!” she said as you handed her the key

“Thanks so much, leave the key at the front office on your way out-!” you said walking out of the club room

You walked down the stairs of your school, walking to the front you carefully looked around, seeing no threat in sight you continued on your way, walking to the front. As you turned to start walking on the sidewalk, your face grew shocked at seeing-

“Rindou?” you asked

“Hey there, took you long enough.” he said looking up from his phone

“Sorry..? How would I know that you would be here?” you asked smiling as you walked over to him

“I thought I sent some random kid to get you.” he said

“You also scared the shit out of him.” you said as Rindou started smiling cheekily

“I swear I didn’t mean any harm-” he said bringing his arm up in defense

“Well sit down, let's go already. It's hot.” he said handing you a helmet

“Where’re we going?” you asked taking it and strapping it on

“You’ll see, come- and I’ll hold your bag for you. he said pushing himself up so that you could sit behind him

You didn't respond and only did as he said, sitting behind him, you pulled your skirt down. You felt nervous at how close you two were right now, but he seemed so calm...it was almost frustrating.

“This your first time on a bike?” he asked slightly turning his head

“Yeah, you’re not gonna wear a helmet?” you replied

“Nope, don't need it, and you should probably hold onto me though.” he said, bringing his hands up to start the motor making your heart jump at the loud sound, and before you could even do anything, he started zooming out of his parking space.

Your eyes widened and you quickly brought your arms, wrapping them around his waist, pressing your cheek against his upper back and cringing your eyes shut. Sacred for your life. You heard him laughing a bit at your reaction, and you couldn't help but to smile at it since it was so cute.

“Slow down!” you yelled trying to make yourself known over the loud engine

“You’re gonna be fine! Just trust me!” he yelled back smiling as you brought your head up slightly feeling the wind against your skin..and it felt so good. Was this what living a carefree life was like?

You couldn't help but smile so big at the feeling you were feeling right now.. It was different from any other feeling you’ve felt. It was happy mixed with...anxiousness? It left you with butterflies in your stomach. That never went away and it just made you feel so good.

‘Is this love?’

you thought to yourself holding Rindou tighter to you as he turned the bike

Rindou felt his heart flutter with your every touch, the fact that you would hold onto him tighter and tighter every time he did something new with his bike just made him smile like a fool. He found it so cute that despite the fact that you were scared, knew nothing about him, and had no idea where you were going and just trusted him because he said so made him feel...light? Like fuzzy and warm. He liked it. No, he loved it. You made him feel happy and jittery even though he knew nothing about you, but he knew how to keep a level head...but that was getting harder and harder for him to do

‘Am I in love?’

He thought to himself

He was snapped out of his thoughts when seeing the spot come into view. He slowed down his bike, turning into a dirt road with lots of trees and bushes, the sun piercing through them making it a beautiful sight. There was also a fence that was about 4 feet tall that also had a sign which said “no trespassing, private property.” which made you raise an eyebrow.

“Are we going on a hike or something?” you asked taking your arms off him and resting them on your thighs, making Rindou feel a little disappointed that your warmth was gone

“Sorta, it’s a short one.” he said, parking the bike and getting off to help you out.

“Hm.” you said smiling taking off your helmet and placing it on the handle of the cycle

You got off the cycle and walked over to where Rindou was, seeing he was making his way over the fence

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked stopping at the fence seeing he was on the other side

“I promise. Trust me.” he said, pushing up his glasses smiling, you smiled at him and placed your foot through the openings so that you could bring your leg up to the other side.

“Alright, I will.” you said smiling as you sat on the fence, ready to jump off

Rindou held his hand out for you to grab. You placed your hand on his feeling your face get hot, again, as he wrapped his fingers around it. You put some of your weight on him as you slightly jumped off. You let go of your hand and fixed your skirt.

“Ready?” he asked holding out his hand again for you to grab

“Ready.” you said finally letting him see you blush as you held his hand making his eyes soften at you. You felt excited.

After a bit of walking through some nature, you two stopped. You held one of your hands over your eyes since the sun was shining directly at you. But your other hand never let go of his. You tilted your head in confusion seeing that you both were stopped at a lake. It wasn't too big or small. The water was clear and you could see the bottom of the body of water because of the sun's bright rays.

“..hm?” you said seeing that Rindou let go of your hand and started to take off his school shirt and jacket, you quickly turned your gaze from him

“What are you doing?” you asked avoiding looking at him

“We. We are going swimming.” he said walking in front of you smiling foolishly

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” you said smiling slightly seeing he was only left in plaid boxers

“And? C’mon it's spring break, isn’t it? Let loose a bit.” he said taking off his glasses

“Is this your cheap shot at trying to get in my pants?” you asked jokingly

“It can if you want it to be, but don’t worry that time will come eventually-” he said smiling cocky and patting your head, making your face become hot

“Smooth.” you said taking off your shoes as Rindou sat on a rock watching you

“Really?” you said after taking off your socks and skirt leaving you in your undershorts and school shirt

“What?” he said playing dumb

“Fold your clothes, don't just leave it on the floor.” you said grabbing his shirt, balling it up and throwing it at him as he brought his arms to grab it before it could hit him

“Oh? I see what you’re doing.” he said smiling and getting up, doing as you told him

“I’m sure.” you said unbuttoning your shirt, folding it and placing everything on a rock turning around to not see Rindou anywhere, you made a confused look but then you felt yourself being picked up and thrown into the water, but he stayed with you, letting you both hit the water together

You weren’t even angry, you just felt happy.

It all went in slow motion in his eyes, seeing your shocked face turn into a happy one as you splashed into the water. It honestly shocked him, the way you two so easily warmed up to each other.

After about 2 hours of just swimming, talking, fighting, and flirting. You both floated in the water watching the sun go down.

“Wanna be a thing, Y/n?” he asked looking off to the side as you let out a small laugh

“You would like a middle school boy asking out his crush-” you laughed making his face turn to yours flustered

“How else can I say it then?” he asked

“I never said it was bad, it’s cute and sure, let’s ‘be a thing’” you said making his mouth slightly part

“I like hanging out with you, relationships are just friendships but more intimate right? It’ll be fun...I like how I feel when I’m around you so it’s an easy yes.” you said resting your arms on the big pile of rocks in the water looking up at his surprised face

“See, I was gonna say all that but I didn't wanna creep you out-” he said shrugging lightly and slightly swimming over to you

You simply smiled and looked at him as he made his way closer to you.

He was completely lost in your eyes, he didn’t even feel nervous about asking you out. He just felt so comfortable, and he knew you’d say yes. He watched as you got up from the water and ringing out your hair. His eyes grazed your damp skin, and you noticed it. But you didn’t feel nervous anymore. You liked it.

“We should get out, right? The sun is almost down. I don’t want either of us to get sick-” you said making your way out of the water

“worried about me? How sweet.” he teased following you out

“Shut it-” you said smiling as you started to put on your school shirt and socks and Rindou put on his shirt and pants.

“Shit. Quick-” he said grabbing your hand

“My clothes?!” you said in a louder tone as you two started to run to a bush

“We’ll come back, keep quiet it’s the cops.” he said pulling you in front of him so that you could hide behind the bush first

“The cops?! How do you know??” you asked whisper yelling

“Shhh..” he said bringing his hand to cover your mouth as he carefully watched the two cops encounter the clothes on the floor

You brought your hand up to pull down Rindous hand, as you both watched and listened carefully. Your heart was thumping hard, you could feel it all over your body. You watched as the cops picked up the skirt you left on the ground.

“Well jeez-” laughed the cop seeing all the clothes

“Is it those damn skinny dippers again?” said one cop signing

“Probably, just pick it up and throw it away. There's no one here like always, these calls are always a waste of time.” said the cop tossing your skirt into a trash bag

“Kids are too horny these days!” yelled the cop picking up the clothes and throwing it in the trash bag

“PFT-”

Your eyes turned to Rindou who just let out a loud laugh. You brought your hand to cover his mouth quickly, but the damage was already done.

“Who’s there?!” yelled the cop walking over

“Shit, cmon!” yelled Rindou grabbing your hand as he started to run quickly, still laughing

“You DUMBASS-” you yelled as you two ran fast as Rindou was now laughing hysterically

“Stop it right there!” yelled the cops chasing after you both

“Shit!” you yelled after turning your head seeing the cops were catching up to you two

“Are they close?!” yelled rindou as you both started running faster

“Yes!” you yelled back

“Okay as soon as you see the bike just get on it, okay?!” he yelled looking back at you, grinning making your mouth part in awe

‘He’s so cool.’

You thought to yourself

The fence came into view, Rindou used his hand to hold himself up as he jumped over it quickly, and you did the same. You got onto the bike, putting on your helmet as you watched Rindou pull a pocket knife out of his pants pocket.

“What the-'' you said before being interrupted by the sound of a deflating tire, Rindou placed the knife back into his pocket as he ran over to you, sitting down and starting the cycle. Not leaving yet

“What the hell are you doing?! Drive!” you said anxiously seeing the cops come into view

“Just as second…” he said waiting for the cops to become more clear

“Now. See ya!” he yelled laughing after seeing the panting cops finally catch up to you two, teasing them into thinking they caught you both.

You started to laugh as Rindou drove away quickly with a big smile on his face.

That was probably the funniest night of your life. And that's how all your dates went with Rindou. They were all action packed, filled with adrenaline and excitement. He always showed up unannounced at your place honking, or would text you to come over to his place. It was something new everyday with him..from exploring abandoned buildings, to dining and ditching at expensive restaurants, to staying late at each other's houses just talking, to him laying his head on your lap as you treated his wounds, to almost nothing at all.

It had been 3 years of dating Rindou Haitani… The best and worst years of your life. You two fell so stupidly in love with one another. All you guys did was stupid things at first. The love was young, new, and immature. You both were exploring unknown feelings.

Rindou was your first love, and as much as you hate to admit that, you could never forget the day when you realized how you fell for him. And he for you.

After you both passed your high school years, things started to not go so great. Although you loved Rindou with all your heart, some of the stupid things he did were not cute. You were now both 18, and your mother expected you to start helping her out financially, and you completely understood that since you weren’t very wealthy. You started to take up jobs, any that you could find, basically throwing away your high school diploma, using your knowledge for no good. You didn’t mind it, but it did make you feel upset. You hoped that Rindou would notice and ask you about it but it was always the same thing over and over again with him now. Except he just became more and more aggressive with it.

He started getting into a lot of trouble by himself, and not with the help of his older brother, surprisingly. To the point where you would get calls from the police station from him asking you to come and bail him out. At first you didn’t mind, and dug into your savings to do so, but his crimes just became more expensive. You’ve bailed him out 3 times in just 1 month, and it costed you thousands of yen. And he’d only smile at you and say ‘thank you’ nothing more. It infuriated you, but you kept it inside. You’ve asked him multiple times if everything was alright, and if there was a reason for his sudden outbursts of violence. You even went as far as asking Ran, to which you got no answer from both.

Rindou was never ever considerate of your time. At first it was alright, because you two were just kids and had time to waste. But now it was obvious that it wasn't the same anymore. The love you both had, matured greatly and became way more intimate, you both understood that and the risks with it. But as it matured, you both were growing anxious. Anxious at that maybe things would never be the way they used to be. Just being stupid and in love. Like those cliche romance mangas.

You looked down at your phone after serving your last table of the knight. You were exhausted and just wanted to go home, seeing it was 11.

You received a text from Rindou saying “come over?” and it made you angry. So angry. You bit your inner cheek sighing seeing that yet again, he isn't considerate of your time. You had enough, and immediately started walking to his house trying to calm down as you took off your apron.

After walking about 30 minutes, you successfully calmed yourself down. You walked to the door, and knocked, holding all your things in your hands.

“Y/n, hi.” said Ran opening the door smiling

“Hi, is Rin in his room?” you asked smiling

“Yes,” he said, moving to the side. Ran could tell you were upset about something.

You walked over to the door of Rindous room. You knocked before entering the room, seeing he was sitting on his bed with a remote in his hand playing some sort of video game. You took a small breath to try and control yourself. And Ran stood beside the door, he couldn't help but eavesdrop at what was to happen, but you couldn’t see that.

“Rin-”

“Hold on I’m almost done-” he said toying with the remote

“...” you sat there patiently waiting, and after a couple minutes-

“Alright I’m done...What’s wrong?” he said furrowing his eyebrows slightly

“The hell do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?”

“You’re upset.”

“Of course I’m upset, you texted me, telling me to come over for what? For me to just sit here and watch you play video games? Like every other time?”

“What are you talking about? I always take you out? What made you so mad today?”

“Rindou stop acting stupid.”

“What? How am I acting stupid Y/n?” he asked with an annoyed tone

“...Rindou I’ve told you already, I don't have time like I did before, I can't just drop everything and come and hang out with you.”

“I know that, that’s why I texted you after work.”

“Yeah you texted me after my 9 hour shift, and you’ve been doing that for the past week when you see that i’m clearly tired. I have to walk 30 minutes to get here? You don’t even offer to pick me up.”

“I told you my bike is broken.”

“And?! I told you I would pay for it to get fixed but you didn’t accept my money.”

“Because I don’t want you to waste your money on something stupid like that? Maybe think Y/n.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with me using my money to bail you out of jail, that’s just as stupid.”

“I’m stupid now?”

“I’m not saying that! The things you do are stupid!”

“I told you I’m sorry, I haven't gotten in trouble at all this week for you, okay?”

“For me? I lectured you for your own good.”

“I don’t need to hear a lecture from you right now.”

“Rindou I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but if something is bothering you and making you act differently just tell me and I’ll help you.”

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re just so sensitive now.”

“...”

“I’m always the one planning things between us, and you’re getting mad at me for continuing to do that?” he said

“Planning what? You never tell me anything until the last minute, and you just expect me to follow you.”

“And that's why I text you after work.” he said choppy breaking down the words

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Mock me, asshole.”

“..”

“I’m fucking tired after work, okay? And seeing how we’re becoming distant just makes me so upset and exhausted. I’m trying to fix things here.”

“There’s nothing to fix, if you don’t like how it is, then just leave me. It’s that easy.” he said

“Are you serious?” you asked biting your inner cheek to hold in your tears

“Yeah, I’m serious.” he said with a straight face

“So you’re okay with me just ending things right here?” you said fisting your hands out of frustration

“If that means you’ll stop complaining then yeah.” he said

You felt your heart ache, you were so unbelievably angry and sad. You got up, not looking at him as you turned to leave

“Fucking dick.” you said under your breath before making your way out of the house, passing by Ran who had wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Really Rindou?” said Ran to Rindou while standing at his door smiling

“What? I wasn’t the one who ended things.” he said

“Sure, but you were the one who enticed it.” he said bringing up his pointer finger

“And?” he said

“Nothing...just surprised you're not upset, she was crying as she left.” said Ran signing

“She was..?”

“Obviously.” replied Ran smiling

“It’s a shame really, I liked you two together. She was good to you, I hope you won't take a person like her for granted again, Rin.” said Ran signing before making his way to his room

Ran was always a tease to Rindou, especially about girls and you. Rindou could tell though. He could tell that Ran was trying to tease but also get an important message across to him. Ran could tell Rindou wasn't in the right headspace. He’s been out of it, and honestly Ran envys you for being able to put up with it, and also his normal crazy demeanor at the same time. There really isn't any other person other than you and Ran that have had such an impact on Rindou.

After you left, Rindou just sat there with a blank expression. He got a notification on his phone, lighting it up, forcing him to see his screen saver which was a picture of you two. Your laughing face at the bottom of the screen, as his hands were messily in your hair, spreading hair dye all over with a smile on his face looking down at you with such awe.

He looked away from his phone and brought his hands to his hair, grasping it in frustration. It was what RIndou wanted. In your eyes, you saw Rindou losing interest, in his eyes, he saw someone too good for him. He held you back, right?

---

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Been a while, huh?”

“You two...know each other?” asked Kakucho who was showing you around the building

“...”

Complete silence as you both just looked into each others eyes, you slightly angry, and him smiling.

“Yeah-” you both said at the same time looking over at Kakucho

“Oh! How so?” he said giving a surprised smile

“...”

You both looked back at each other, you switched your gaze to look off to the side

“Old...uh..friends.” you said smiling at Kakucho as he nodded his head

“Friends?” said Rindou furrowing his eyebrows playfully, making you feel anxious.

“Yes, friends.” you said

“Should I give you 2 some time alone-?” asked Kakucho sweat dropping

“No-”

“Yes-”

“..”

“After the meeting.” you and Rindou said at the same time, again.

“...Well alright then, let’s go to the table?” said Kakucho trying to ease the tension between you two

“Sure.” you said smiling at him

“Right this way-” he said walking in front of you as you followed, feeling Rindous presence behind you making you nervous.

As the table came into view, you saw a few other men sitting down and discussing things. You smiled and waved as they turned their attention to greet you.

“Y/n?” asked Ran smiling, clearly very surprised standing up a bit to reach your hand

“Hello! Good to see you again,” you said smiling and shaking his hand

“...Interesting.” he said sitting back down smiling over at his younger brother who looked annoyed

“Ran, you’ve met Y/n?” asked Kokonoi

“Y/n was friends with Rindou and Ran-” said Kakucho smiling trying to avoid another tension filled conversion

“I see, then Sanzu will be right over. But Y/n is going to be our financial guide/supervisor. Today’s meeting is about the recent drop in our drug sales.” said Kokonoi passing around packets

You pulled one towards you and sat down between Kakucho and Rindou, reviewing over the packet immediately noticing some major details.

“Alright!!” you heard a man yelled as he walked into the room throwing himself onto his chair

“Oh, new girl that Koko haired right? Y/n is it?” he asked looking over at you

“Yeah-” you said smiling

“Pleasure~” he said smiling leaning over the table to shake your hand

“Likewise.” you said letting go and sitting back down fixing your dress

After a bit of bickering between the men for about 10 minutes, you finally finished your analysis.

“What you should do is drop oxy shipments, sales go down every month by 2%, Within 6 months you’ll be losing more money than you will make with drugs. Also the place you’re getting your oxy shipments from recently is just faux opioids. I get you switched to a new provider since you weren't making money but they’re not even a type of opioid. They were recently in a feud with another gang just a week ago for selling synthetic drugs. They make business by buying cheap things and selling it for 10x it’s price. So the reason you’re losing money is simple, your clients aren’t getting their desired high. Opioids are too expensive to buy in big shipments so I recommend switching to another drug. Adderall is becoming popular among students and soon with others. Taking it gives you a rush of energy and good feelings all around, switch to selling adderall instead of faux opioids, and you’ll be making a lot more money.” you said showing your paper to the men

“How are you so sure?” asked Rindou looking over your notes

“It’s right in front of you.” you said not looking at his direction causing Ran to put his head down to contain his laugh and Rindou smiles at you remark

“I’m all for it.” said Sanzu smiling

“I also brought samples if any would like to try.” you said

“Oh how nice!” said Sanzu smiling at you as you placed the small container in his hand as he opened it and swallowed one happily

“When will we start to see an increase?” asked Kokonoi

“Oh right so here I made-”

You went on to explain your reasoning to Ran, Koko, and others. Within an hour they all seemed satisfied and impressed with your work, while Sanzu was just in a mind of his own enjoying himself

“Alright then I'll start making calls.” said Koko giving you a soft smile

“Sure, let me know if you need any help.” you replied back as the other men started to pack their papers

“Y/n, would you like to finish the tour?” asked Kakucho

“Maybe next time?” you said smiling trying to cover your annoyed face at feeling Rindou tap your shoulder

“Ah understood- no worries.” he said smiling

You turned to look up at Rindou

“My office alright with you?” he asked placing his hands into his pockets

“Yeah.” you said bringing your hand to your necklace, playing with it

You felt nervous as you followed Rindou into his office, anxious, like that first time he walked you home. You haven't seen him in years, it was so overwhelming. You were surprised at yourself for not getting more angry today.

He opened the door of his office for you, you walked in and sat on one of the chairs, as Rindou closed the door, walking over, leaning himself against the table as he just looked down at you. You looked to the side to cover the flushed face you very much did not want him to see.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you said looking him in the eye

“Like what? You look good.”

“...Just say what you want to say so that I can go home.” you said looking off to the side trying to ignore the fact that butterflies just filled your stomach

“How’ve you been?” he asked smiling noticing how his words took affect on you

“Fine. Went to university like I wanted..” you said

“I’m glad, Y/n.” he said

“What are you getting at here?” you asked getting frustrated

“Nothing, I just miss you.” he said

“Don’t say things like that. It’s not fair.”

“Y/n-”

“No, don’t say anything anymore-”

“I’m sorry.” he said making your mouth part then close quickly as you looked to the side trying to control the overwhelming emotions taking over you right now

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that.” you said getting up from your seat, walking to the door, stopping in your tracks when you felt his hand grab your wrist gently

“Just say what you feel like saying.” he said, getting up from leaning on his desk to stand in front of you, making your eyes widen in shock at the sudden intimacy

“I-” you said, getting lost in his eyes again like it was your very first time looking in them. Your eyes traced his face, appreciating every little detail, finally looking at his lips seeing them smirk slightly

“Fucking dick.” you said under your breath before bringing your hand to his jaw, pressing your lips onto his. You felt his arms hold your waist as his mouth moved in sync with yours, his mouth was so warm and hungry for yours. You missed being this intimate with him. He moved you against the wall of his office before breaking the kiss, breathing heavily and looking you deep in the eye

“are you...seeing anyone?” he asked 

“..No.” you replied

“Then..Wanna be a thing, Y/n?” he asked smiling after seeing you smile at the familiar words

“Sure, let’s be a thing’”

You said, excited for what's to come.

------------------

Bonus lmao

“You guys are done, great-” said Kakucho as his smile faded as he realized what just happened in Rindous office.

“Yeah. We’re done.” you said patting down your hair and fixing the strap of your dress

“We made up.” said Rindou smiling while fixing his tie and wiping under his lip

“...” Kakucho was left with wide eyes and a flustered face, as Rindou and you nonchalantly walked back to the meeting table to grab your stuff and leave.

[tangledstarlight]

...i said i was going to make it and well, here we are i guess. im so sorry for this.

Carlos Molina’s to Guide to Ghost Hood (title subject to change) 

welcome to the 1st edition, maybe i’ll make a 2nd if i get inspired enough but also, this is such a mess already i don’t think the world needs a part 2 dfghg

Link to the power point is in the first reblog. (i’d highly recommend watching it for the full experience dfgh)

Link to ao3 also in the first reblog. 

below the cut is the accompanying fic and description of the rules/guide.

The tape recorder lets out a low buzzing sound as Carlos presses a button on the side and stands it up between them on the dining room table. Julie shoots an amused glance at Reggie who’s taken up residence in the chair next to him, the two of them flipping open notebooks and clutching pencils. 

“Where did you even find a tape recorder?” She wonders, stretching out a finger to touch the silver rectangle only for her hand to be swatted away by Reggie.

“Found it in a box of moms stuff and dad said we could order some tapes from amazon,” Carlos replies matter of factly, straightening up in his chair once he seems to have found the page he was looking for. “Right. Let's start off easy, shall we?” 

He looks at her expectantly and Julie rolls her eyes, waving a hand at the two of them, “Lets.” 

“Question one,” Carlos taps his pencil at the top of his page before squinting at her, “Did you conduct any séance related activities before the ghosts showed up?” 

Julie blinks at him, wondering if he’s joking but the pair of them just look back at her, heads both slightly tilted and it’s at that moment that she realises how serious they’re going to be about this. It was going to be a long afternoon of questioning apparently. 

“No, I didn’t conduct any séance related activities. I just put on their CD and they y’know, fell out of the sky.” 

“Interesting, interesting,” Carlos mutters as he looks at Reggie’s notebook as the older boy writes her answer down, underlines something and taps it with his pencil that makes Carlos let out a small hm. “So you don’t know anything about the dark room? Didn’t make any wishes?” 

“No,” Julie shakes her head, watches Reggie write something else down and tilt his notebook to Carlos. It’s weird, watching them communicate like that, like they’ve created a shorthand between them and don’t even require her presence to have a conversation. Which is obviously true because they’ve clearly discussed all this beforehand. 

“You walked through Luke right? What did that feel like to you?” Reggie’s question catches her off guard and she looks between them, but Carlos is already looking at her, waiting for her answer. 

“It was um cold? But also not. I--” she frowns, trying to think back to that first night in the kitchen when she’d turned around and walked through him. Back when she’s barely known any of them and was more annoyed by their presence then comforted. “It was weird. The first few seconds after I walked through him I just felt cold but then it was like a rush of warmth? You know when you get one of those random shivers that runs through your whole body? It feels all weird and tingly but also kinda nice? Like that.” 

“Did it feel like you got a feel of Luke?” Carlos asks and Julie shrugs, a slight blush on her cheeks and somehow, despite the fact they can’t see each other, the two of them share a look. 

“What’s the next question,” anything to move off the topic of walking through Luke and how it felt. 

//

“Oh Julie is gonna be so pissed at you guys,” Alex mutters but makes no move to step in and stop the ‘experiment’ currently going on. He watches as Reggie tries to put a hand on Carlos’ shoulder, fingers phasing through the younger boy's jacket with a frown. 

“She won't be pissed if it works,” is all Reggie says, face morphing into one of concentration as he slowly lowers his hand on to Carlos’ shoulder again. 

For his part, Carlos bounces slightly on his toes, eyes fixed on the notebook in Alex’s hand in case they need to tell him something. And okay, Alex might not fully agree with the way the two of them are going about this whole thing, but he can’t say he’s not on board with it. Their whole stint as ghosts has been nothing but confusion after confusion that not even Willie has answers for. Does he think Reggie and Carlos are going to uncover some fundamental thing that makes them the way they are? Probably not. Will they maybe get him some kind of answer? God he hopes so. 

Especially since there’s been small moments in the last few weeks where Ray and Carlos have been able to hear them even without them playing music or Julie nearby. Which had scared all of them. Thought it was nothing compared to Ray’s reaction when he’d apparently walked into the kitchen to find Julie and Luke hugging, only for him to vanish when they suddenly let go. It was a hell of a way to find out they could be seen if they were touching her. 

“Oh!” Carlos suddenly exclaims, head whipping to look at his shoulder where Reggie’s hand is resting solidly on the fabric of the jacket. Alex feels his eyes widen a fraction and watches Reggie’s smile widen as he squeezes slightly on Carlos’ shoulder. “Oh my god! I can feel that!” 

“Holy shit,” Alex whispers, grip on the pencil in his fingers growing. 

“Hey! I heard that too! Quick! Write it down! 30 minutes and- and however many attempts it took!” Carlos grins, face turning towards him and Alex doesn’t even have time to feel guilty about swearing before he’s scribbling in Reggie’s notebook.

//

“Thanks again for taking me,” Carlos says as he pulls his seat belt across his chest and clicks it in, eyes drifting from his tia in the front seat to the little notebook resting on the back seat and the pencil that’s hovering just a few inches off the paper. Subtly he sees it tap on the page, once, twice, and he bites down on his grin, tucking his hands under his thighs to stop from bouncing in his seat. They’re ready. 

“Of course mijo,” Victoria smiles over at him as she turns on the engine, fingers already messing with the buttons on the radio to find her favourite station. “I have to say I’m impressed. Planning ahead for your dad's birthday.” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, his eyes on the notebook that he can just see in the rearview mirror. The pencils resting between the creases in the pages and he holds his breath as the radio jumps to a different station. 

Victoria frowns slightly, her eyes darting from the road to the radio and back, hand reaching out to change it back. When it jumps to another station. And another. Carlos feels his eyes widen a little, legs bouncing on top of his hands as he watches the radio cycle through station after station, only lingers for a few seconds on each before moving on. 

Finally it stops, the words of Despacito ringing through the car and it’s lucky they’re at a red light he thinks, because when Victoria tries to change it it jumps right back. 

“What the f-” she starts, the furrow between her brows growing deeper and the knuckles on her hand that’s still gripping the wheel turning white. 

“Can we leave it? I like this song,” he looks over at her with a smile, blinking in what he hopes is a completely innocent way. He’s pretty sure she’s too distracted by the radio to question it. 

“Sure, sure,” she mutters, not even looking at him, eyes going from the road to the radio. 

The song ends and from the corner of his eye he can see the pencil in the back moving, Reggie or Willie writing something down and he has to stop himself from turning around to see what it is. Instead he watches as tia starts changing the radio station again, her fingers never leaving the touch screen as if that was the problem. But the second she lands on her favourite 80’s classics station and is moving her fingers away it changes. Skipping through stations again until Despacito is once again filling the car. 

It’s probably lucky that they’re at another red light and that there’s no one behind them because her eyes widen and she’s suddenly saying words in Spanish that he knows he shouldn’t know and is pulling over to the side of the road. 

“We have to get out! The car is being possessed! Out, out Carlos! Come on!” Her seat belt is off and her door is open before Carlos even has a chance to process what’s happening. The notebook from the back is pushed in front of his face and he tilts his head a little to side to read Reggie’s familiar handwriting, 

Too far? 

“Maybe,” he whispers back, taking the notebook out of the ghost's hand as he starts to get out of the car, plucking the pencil out of the metal spirals and making a note about not pushing tia in a moving vehicle and to wait until after they’ve gone shopping first. 

She’s got her phone pressed to ear when he joins her on the sidewalk, pacing up and down. Carlos is pretty sure there’s going to be a family dinner story time in their near future. 

//

Luke watches as Carlos sets his tape recorder up, idly plucking out a half finished tune on his guitar in order to be seen and heard. He doesn’t really get the other boys interest in figuring out their ghostly state of being. The same way he doesn’t really care about finding answers to all of Alex’s questions. 

They ate some bad street dogs. They died. Julie brought them back and then she saved them a second time. They can play music and sometimes be seen. He already has all the answers he needs and it’s two words: Julie Molina. 

Would it be nice to know what the black room was? Sure. Did he sometimes wonder why they could be seen but other ghosts couldn't? Sometimes. Did he want answers? Only if someone was going to give them to him without having to do the work. Was he going to sit here and answer all of Carlos’ questions because it was important to him and to the others? Fuck yeah he was. 

“Does that think pick up our voices even if we’re not playing and not near Julie?” He nods at the recorder on the table after Carlos hits a button. 

“Yeah! It’s so cool too. You sound like, all static-y and I have to listen really hard sometimes because your voices fade in and out but they’re there!” 

Okay, Luke can admit that is pretty cool, “That’s wicked. Maybe we should start using that to communicate instead of writing.” He was really sick of people commenting on his handwriting. 

“Dude that’s genius! It would be like leaving each other voice notes!” He gestures in the air with his pencil the same way Julie does when she’s realised the issue with a verse and Luke smiles softly. He doesn’t know what voice notes are, but he’s glad he could contribute to the communication issue. 

“What questions have you got for me then little dude?” He raises an eyebrow at Carlos as he flips through his notebook. 

//

When he’d first knocked Alex down Willie never thought it would lead to him sitting in the Molina’s family living room, a whiteboard resting on his knees as a twelve year old shows him bar graphs and pie charts of information on ghosts. 

There was probably some kind of domino-butterfly effect going on that had led him here. But he’s too busy trying to fit all his know ghost knowledge onto a whiteboard so Carlos can fill in the gaps in his knowledge. 

Over the years Willie has met a lot of lifers, has interacted with a handful at the HGC but he’s never met a family like the Molina’s. Who found out ghosts were real and instead of running, or trying to profit off of them, had just...welcomed them into the family. Arms wide and hearts open. 

And more than that, here was Carlos trying to get answers to questions that none of them really had an answer too. 

“Black room, yes or no?” Carlos asks, holding up a flash card and a clothes peg, ready to add it to the line of string stretching across the room. It was already littered with other cards in an order that Willie really didn’t understand but seemed to make perfect sense to the younger boy and Reggie. 

Not for me, or anyone I asked at the club, he scribbles down, turning to the board around. 

“Just like we thought,” he nods to himself, taking two steps to the left and reaching up to attach the card, “An anomaly.” he whispers it to himself and Willie has to bite his lip to stop from smiling before remembering that Carlos can’t actually see him. 

“Hey,” Alex’s voice from the doorway drags his gaze away from the lifer and the smile he’d been trying to stop spreads across his face, “How’s it going?”

“I don’t think we’re even half way through,” he chuckles, gesturing with one hand at the stack of flashcards and the charts he hasn’t even seen yet. “Do you understand this system?” 

The exasperated laugh that leaves Alex’s lips is answer enough before he’s even shaking his head, strands of blonde hair dipping into his eyes and Willie wants to reach to move away, “Not a clue. They’ve tried to explain it to us but it makes zero sense to anyone but them.”  

“Hey, Alex, stop distracting him, we’re working here!” Carlos’ voice makes him jump, head turning back to where he’s standing with his arms crossed and shaking his head in disappointment in the vague direction of where Alex is standing. 

“Wait, can he see you?” Willie frowns, mind trying to remember if he knew this or not. 

“No, he’s just really good at sensing us these days,” Alex sighs, but there’s a fond look in his eyes as he looks at Carlos, “He says it’s his ghost powers kicking in from how often he hangs out with Reggie and from all the failed teleportation experiments.” 

“The failed what now?” 

“Oh, you’ll find out. I think it’s section 7?” Alex grins, pushing off from where he’d been leaning against the doorway and waving.

Willie turns back to Carlos feeling a little more confused than he had minutes ago but also much more intrigued about teleportation experiments. And if he could help get some answers for any of the many questions Alex had, that was cool too.

//

Carlos Molina’s Guide to Ghosting. So you became a ghost, huh?

 (working title, subject to change)

By Carlos Molina, with special thanks to Reggie Peters and Willie Skateboard. 

1st Edition. 

Dedicated to Alex Mercer, so he can stop asking so many questions. We’re working on it buddy.

1. Tangibility 

They can walk through anything (except my sister now, reasons still unclear). 

Works especially well with walls, doors and locked vaults (see exhibit a) 

When they walk through people it “allows them to get a feel for the person” – Reggie Peters. “It’s weird” – Alex Mercer. No comment from Luke Patterson as he was too busy staring at Julie. 

2. Souls

Objects can be attached to their souls. 

Still unclear if it has to be an object that they were close to in life, or if they can attach their souls to any object once a ghost. 

Experiments with Reggie Peters are still ongoing. Updates will follow.

3. Being Seen

Can be seen by “lifers*” when they play music with Julie. 

This is the first rule which only applies to our ghosts. 

They can be heard when they play music without Julie. This is also unclear as to why, working theory is “Our music is just so awesome it transcends deaths!” – Luke Patterson.

Mr Willie Skateboard was quick to point out it’s “weird” and “ghosts aren’t supposed to be seen by lifers.”

4. Touching

Our ghosts can now touch Julie. The biggest change in their afterlife. 

Still no explanation for it. Experiments are ongoing (see exhibit b) 

Have witnessed Julie hugging the air many times only for Alex or Willie to appear. Same with hand holding. (see exhibit c for dads reaction) 

5. Magic

Some ghosts have powers and abilities. 

Willie* can control different types of technology. Appears to work best with cars. This we believe correlates with who a ghost dies. 

In our expedition to test his skills he skipped through 15 different radio stations of Tia’s car until he found one playing despacito. Test was a success. Tia does think her car is haunted now however.

6. ???

There was a dark room. 

All other ghosts interviewed had never heard of it before. 

All our ghosts agreed it was weird and creepy. 

We are choosing to pretend it didn’t happen. 

Working theory: a hole in time that they fell through. Must find a way to test.

7. Teleporting

part 1)

Ghosts can teleport wherever they want in the world. 

Only the most powerful can teleport a lifer with them (will keep attempting)

part b) 

Our ghosts can pinpoint Julie’s exact location wherever she may be in the world. 

Will be helpful if she is ever kidnapped, Julie however wishes they would stop using said power to find her in gym class.

“I already have find my friend activated” – Flynn had to say on the matter. 

part c) 

Julie can summon the boys to her if she concentrates hard enough. Came in handy when an evil magician tried to kidnap them.

Also possibly how they escaped the dark room, no way to prove or deny this as dad won’t let me eat a bad hotdog to become a ghost.

Working theory: magic of music and family 

See Exhibit d 

See Exhibit e