#it feels weird and wrong to eat at someone else’s house just wait for them to finish?

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: For the life of him, Upper Moon Six cannot figure out why he can't bring himself to kill you. It kills him inside to even think about it. A/N: Had this in my drafts for god knows how long, it's finally out LMAO. WARNINGS: Fem reader, one dead man, couple of swears...and that's about it I think

Sometimes Gyutaro really wished Daki wasn’t so picky about who she ate.

It was a particularly low time recently. The District hadn’t received much new members and most of the people Daki had deemed beautiful enough to eat were gone, throwing a whole tantrum about how she’d rather starve than consume such hideousness. They argued, he threatened her, she screamed back, but in the end he relented and continued in his search to find a meal for them both.

He wasn’t picky and could’ve eaten any time he wanted, he grumbled to himself as he hunkered down on the balcony of one of the numerous rooms in the brothel, surveying the blinding lights of the District and spitting at the arrogant men and haughty women down below. But of course he had to just feel bad about being full while his sister went hungry so Gyutaro decided to stave off eating until she did.

If there weren’t any beautiful people, he hoped Daki would be fine with someone pretty. Or at least decently average. And what luck, he had found none.

Well, lies. Gyutaro wondered how Daki never noticed her before and prayed that she never would. Perhaps it was because she was such a quiet, obedient thing that spent most of her time serving the mistress so that probably explained it. Not beautiful enough to attract the attention of clients, but pretty enough to have gotten Upper Six’s interest.

He stalked her around for a few days to figure out the best time to strike and eat her at the beginning. Sometimes she’d accidentally catch on, see that shadow hunkering behind her, but he made sure to always stay out of her sight.

Gyutaro learnt a lot of things about her that way. She liked food that wasn’t too sweet and disliked a certain type of fish. She liked to go take a walk occasionally alone, far away from the brothel. Her favorite color, the jewelry on the other girls she’d eye, when she fell asleep.

She liked ugly things too. That scrawny, flea-bitten cat from the garbage. The gap-toothed, abandoned children of the streets who flocked to her and begged for breadcrumbs. She didn’t seem to mind the out-of-fashion, worn clothes handed to her by the other girls of the house.

He’d like to think she’d like Gyutaro too.

Of course he knew it was wrong. She was food, not someone he should be thinking about constantly, whether he be out hunting for other prey or remaining dormant within Daki. She’d run screaming in the other direction if she so much as caught a glimpse of him.

Gyutaro wasn’t even sure when he had started getting the weird symptoms from watching her. He had originally thought she must be a demon herself, using her Blood Art to make him think about her 24/7, 365, make his palms sweaty and have his heart rate accelerate around her, have the persistent urges to keep following her around for no reason except to just bask in that sunlight of hers.

Probably some time after she nearly came close to realizing he was there, Gyutaro concluded. She was out with the oiran as one of her attendants that night and out of habit he had shadowed them, ducking out of sight amongst the crowds and running into an abandoned alley after nearly getting caught. The stupid cat had suddenly rushed in as well, something in its jaws, and her hot on its heels.

She had slammed into him, both falling over. Gyutaro would’ve snarled and promptly killed the person if it had been anyone else, but seeing her surprised, flustered face bathed in yellow glow momentarily froze him. She was looking at him. She was hovering above him.

He waited for the screaming.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there! Are you alright?!”

Shock left him dumb, instinct caused him to grunt in reply and quickly turn away lest she caught a glimpse of how demonically ugly he was. The cat screeched from somewhere in the back but he could barely hear it over the rush in his ears as her sweet, sweet, gentle, soft hand grabbed his and helped him up, exclaiming apologies again and again.

Then he fell, probably, and could never not think about her again.

Gyutaro abruptly growled and fled in frustration at the weird, disgusting feelings welling up inside of him. Ugly, ugly, ugly, he hated himself, he hated her, he couldn’t stand the thought of killing her, he wanted her so badly not to see him like everyone did, like she did that night, just another person-

But hey, even demons could dream, right? Gyutaro was guilty for the deaths and injuries for hundreds of humans even when he was one himself, but the sin of fantasizing what it’d be like to even be shown an ounce of affection from her, have her for himself (what was it that humans did, hold hands? Each other? He watched her pet the cat; would she pet and play with his hair like that?) made him feel a thousand times guiltier.

A horrible feeling. Like somebody had stabbed him and was twisting the Nichirin blade around in his innards. Obviously this feeling could be fixed if he ate you, got rid of you, right? …even if he couldn’t fathom eating you himself, Daki could, right? God, never mind, he never felt so…what was this feeling at the thought? So for now he just hoped that no one would notice her. Not Daki, she’d become her next meal. Not a client, they were fouler than him.

How dare they dirty your presence anyway? Who cared if they were handsome, rich, well off, of excellent lineage and all that bullshit? The fact they even thought of touching your, harassing you, having you was enough for Gyutaro to lose his mind and go crazy on a killing spree of all those suitors. If he couldn’t have you, and he knew that, they couldn’t either, and they better know that.

Daki, however…she seemed to be picking up on something off about her older brother’s behavior - he had never ignored her complaints about their stash of food running low soon before, never brushed it off with a yell and assurances he’d find more victims and not do so. Confused and indignant was how she had felt and what caused her to spy a little on Gyutaro and eventually how he was just spending his time watching some stupid girl with something sparking in his gaze she wasn’t sure what to feel about. She settled on disliking and being suspicious of it, finally confronting him about it one night.

“Onii-chan, can you just kill her and be done with it already?! You’ve been following her for more than a week now, how long more do you need to kill her?!”

“Shut up! Be grateful I’m even hunting for you.”

Daki huffed and continued yelling about something to do with being too busy with Oiran duties but Gyutaro zoned out completely, glaring upwards. He should be killing her by now. Eating her. Digesting her.

Why am I not doing that? He silently demanded.

In truth he didn’t know either. Didn’t know why he so easily gave into the slightest stupidest excuse to stalk his prey some more. Didn’t know why he thought about killing the people around her more than her herself. Didn’t know why he was decapitating the head of a man who called her slurs the other day instead of her head.

“FINE, I’LL GO KILL HER TONIGHT!”

He slammed the doors for emphasis, muttering profanities he didn’t actually mean about his precious sister as he stalked around the house and to her room. Maybe if Gyutaro killed her he’d stop feeling so ill all the time. “Ill” being used loosely, since…oh God, he liked the feeling, didn’t he?

Gyutaro slammed a fist against the wall. He’d eat her and be done with it.

But when he got to her room he could see not one but two shadows moving about inside, hear murmuring voices and smell a foreign scent…a man’s, tainted by alcohol. Gyutaro couldn’t help it, he wound up eavesdropping in a jealous rage at whoever managed to get close to her.

“You’re a - hic - pretty girl, I’m sure you don’t wanna - hic - be stuck here anymore, ne?”

“Sir, please get out, I never invited you to my room and I’m not working right now-”

“So what? You gonna - hic - do something?” Gyutaro’s nails dug into the wood as he saw a silhouette of a hand grabbing at her arm and yanking her to him.

“I’ll call the mistress if you do anything!”

“Haha, if you can get her to - hic - listen to you, I’ll let you go! I’m already offering - hic - a lot of money for your marriage contract!” The man just about threw her to the door, roughly letting go of her arm as he laughed drunkenly. Gyutaro had barely any time to hide himself in the shadows before the doors were flung open and she raced away.

Marriage? With this pathetic excuse of a-

The next thing Gyutaro knew after awakening from the bloodthirsty, furious craze of very messily murdering the man - the bastard had dared taint such a goddess! Not even Gyutaro had dare done that, too terrified she’d run from the demon that he was and he wouldn’t even be able to catch sight of her anymore - was him standing above the corpse, one sickle buried in the mutilated head…

…while two yellow eyes slowly looked back to see her standing still by the doorway.

His hands curled into fists and he fell to his knees. It was over, wasn’t it? Gyutaro would really have to kill her now, after she’d inevitably shatter his black, rotted heart into a million pieces for slaughtering someone much worse than him. Daki would not be happy at being forced to kill the whole House because he was seen either.

She…fell to her knees as well? Smiling and crying?

“I knew it! I knew you were always there-”

“NEHHH?” Gyutaro reared back, stunned. “You’re supposed to scream! Am I not ugly to you?! Say something else, you stupid human! What do you mean you know?!”

“I knew you were there,” she repeated. “Someone was always following me…you were the one who killed all those…men and left those stolen items from the other oiran for me, weren’t you? I just wondered when you’d show up…I was so, so afraid when the mistress told me I was going to be married off…I prayed and prayed you’d save me again.”

“What? No, NO!” In a flash he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the wall, breathing erratically as his hand gripped his sickle tight enough to crush rocks. “I’m not - I’m not saving you! You’re not supposed to be like this! I’m a disgusting demon, you stupid dunce, I’m ugly-”

“I don’t think you are.”

Gyutaro searched her face frantically for any indication she was bullshitting him. This was everything he wanted and nothing he understood. His fingers tightened their hold. She had to be lying.

She wasn’t. Her lips curved up gently and a fang poked out. “I think you’re like me.”

[jjkilll]

-—--—-—-✫ 4ME 4ME | JJK ✫-—-——-—

— pairing | bestfriend jk x y/n | friends to lovers

— summary | jungkook involuntarily signs you up to be his wing-woman at an upcoming party, and you're saying all the wrong things.

—  warning | smut, choking, spit, cum, cum-eating? fingering kinda, unprotected sex (please for the love of god, use a rubber), drinking, ass slapping (like once), and dirty talk? really explicit (i feel idk)

— word count | 2.5K

— song | 4Me 4Me - Malcolm Todd

Jungkook never drank or smoked too much at these parties, he had to ensure you and him made it back safe every time you went out. So, this night you were especially drunk and high, the music was loud, and dancing, and drinking games had you so preoccupied you forgot truly why you were here. Which was your plan exactly.

You and Jungkook grew up together, your mothers were best friends and you two did everything together. Christmas, Halloween, New Year, Easter, you name it, you and Jungkook matched somehow. You also developed a crush on Jungkook the summer you turned 13. It was weird, you found his cute instead of gross. You always wanted him around, you made sure it was that way. You used to tell girls who thought Jungkook was all the weird shit he'd do.

"He snores... loudly."

"He chews with his mouth open."

"His farts are deadly... you wouldn't last two minutes."

It wasn't until you're mom overheard you once and asked why you say those (very true) just personal things about him. You told your mom you might have a crush on him and she warned you to prioritize your friendship and follow your heart.

Except following your heart led you into being a wing-woman for the man you were in love with. Not fun. Jungkook walked up to you as you danced. "What? Can it wait until this song is over?" You shouted over the loud Tove Lo blasting from the speakers. "No. I need to talk to you." He protested grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the crowd. "Y-you are a party pooper, what couldn't wait until a-after my song?" you stutter drunkenly. "My god, you smelled like vodka," Jungkook says handing you some water. "I don't need that shit Jungkook, I'm having fun." You pout, he rolls his eyes dragging you away and sneaking into you the library of the home.

"Holy shit it's fire in here. Wait, Whose house is this even?" You laugh at yourself nearly falling to the ground. "Can you pull it together, please? Jesus Christ. Taehyung said you were drunk but I didn't realize you were this drunk."

"Is that why you had him follow me around? Why were you keeping tabs on me?" You ask standing as your laughing fit wears off. "To make sure you don't tell any more girls that I snore." You went quiet unsure of what to say and you felt your tummy turn. "What do you mean?" you asked acting clueless, sobering yourself up.

"Don't ask stupid with me, Y/n. Stella told me you told her that I snore and I always put my batteries in upside down. The shit is just really hard to read, okay?" You swallow.

Jungkook is a handsome man, anyone could see that, he was sweet and caring and truly the only reason chicks weren't all over him was you. They never liked the closeness and when they got over your relationship with Jungkook, it felt like you were losing him. He was the most important person in your world. You've never known a good time without him. So you started being weird and telling little shit about him that would turn them off sooner than later, giving them a chance to accept it.

Truth was you loved his snoring, it was like weird white noise for you. When he put his batteries in wrong he'd always ask you. So the thought of him eventually asking someone else hurt you more than it should have.

You sit on the long L-shaped sofa that takes up the right wall.

You look up noticing the skylight "I'm sorry I just can't do this." You say. Quickly Jungkook sits beside you, "What's going on with you, Y/n? You've been asking weirdly since I asked you about the whole wing-woman thing. You could've told me no, I would've never made you do it." He says.

"No, I'm sorry for what I'm about to say. I said all those things. I did. I don't feel bad though. It's selfish I know but I want to be with you. You make me crazy, and if I hadn't listened to my mother when I was thirteen I wouldn't even have known this pain. I can't sit back while you fall for someone that's not me, because I fell for you years ago. Seeing you with other girls hurt me to no end. When they hurt you I felt a rage that I couldn't even express because all I know is I would give you every ounce of my love if it killed me." You breathed deeply realizing you had begun the cry. He hasn't looked at you, you realized that too.

"and you- you can't even look at me. You don't look at me, I can't even understand that, Jungkook. So I'm sorry I hurt you because never want to hurt you, but I'm not sorry for not wanting to lose my best friend."

For the first time in a long time, Jungkook looked at you as you sobbed in front of him. "I just wanted some of you before you choose someone whose not me." Your tears blurred your vision.

"Y/n...Why didn't you say anything to me?" He asks wiping the tears from your face. "Because what good was it going to do, you don't even see me that way. I want to do things that friends don't do." You spoke slowly sniffling through your tears. "Like this?" He says grabbing your chin and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You nod eyes wide and lips unsure of what to say next.

You kiss him desperately. Hungryily, his hands find your waist pulling you on top of him. "I used to jerk off to you." He says breathily breaking the kiss."What?" you chuckle.

"It was your 13th birthday and you had on this pink bikini and I instantly got a boner. So when I told you I needed to sleep for a bit I went upstairs and jerked off the thought of you in the bathroom." You look at him a little shocked. He scans your body.

"13-year-old me would have never ever believed this." He spoke grabbing at your waist. You kiss him lightly, "I only asked you to do the wing-woman thing, because I was hoping you'd find someone just like you." He kisses you deeply. Your lips part, still close enough he whispers, "So I could stop dreaming about you." You kiss him roughly, nibbling at his bottom lip. "You can have me... all of me." You slip the straps of your dress down revealing your tits. "No more dreaming." You whisper.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me." He kisses down your neck, kissing your nipple before he swirls his tongue around your erection bud. You gasp. He looks up at you and you leak. His eyes are lustful, no, hungry. He craves you.

"Please." You whimper. "Whatever you want, baby. I'll give you whatever you want." He growls hungrily. You lift his face and kiss him. "Fuck me." You whisper against his ear. He groans at your lewdness. "That mouth is gonna be the death of me." He speaks before leaving a hickey on your neck. "Wait til it's wrapped around your cock." You say breathlessly. He moans, "Fuck." He quickly hikes up your dress pulling it over your head. "You are so pretty, gonna ruin your little body." He says before slapping your left ass cheek and squeezing it. You whimper at the sting from his slap.

He slips his hand in your panties running his fingers over your slit. "You're so wet for me, baby." He says looking at his fingers covered in your slick. He puts his fingers to his lips before he sucks them. "mm taste so fucking good." He groans. "Wanna taste?" He teases. "Kook please." You grind against him whining. He kisses you deeply. "Shh, I got you baby."

You lean back undoing his belt and pants, shuffling them down. You stop before pulling down his boxers. Jungkook looks at you. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Nothing I... I just wanted this for so long." You admit. "You don't have to wait anymore, baby. I'm all yours." If your panties weren't soaked before they're drenched now. You peck his lips before stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Fuck." He huffs, watching your ever move.

He assumed Jungkook had a big dick, you heard the girls he'd bring home beg him to fuck them harder. But his dick, his dick was thick and long. You weren't sure he'd fit. You pull his boxers down watching his cock spring free. You hadn't seen a lot of dicks before but, Jungkook's dick was the prettiest you'd ever seen. His pretty pink tip leaked pre-cum.

"You're so big." You mumble. You gather spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto his cock. "My fucking god." He whispers. You stroke him slowly. You feel your pussy pulse, the thought of his cock stretching you out made you feral. Before you can even realize Jungkook flips you over so you're underneath him. He quickly pulls down your panties. Your pussy on full display. "My god, even your pussy is pretty." You whine bucking your hips up. "I'm sorry baby, I'll stop teasing."

He rubs the tip of his cock between your fold, and you moan as he rubs against your clit. He slowly sinks into you and you shiver. You moan clenching around him. "Fuck Jungkook my god," you scream. He bottoms out, filling you up nicely. You think you could come before he even moves. He pulls out before thrusting back into you at a moderate pace. He grunts fucking into you. "This is the best pussy ever. S-so fucking tight."

You claw at his back, "Choke me, Daddy." You whine. Jungkook throbs at the nickname you've given him. His hand wraps around your throat as he fucks into you harder hitting the spot that makes you see stars. You mumble out a string of unintelligible words as the knot in your tummy loosens. "Like when I fuck you like this, hm? When I choke you?" You don't respond too lost in the pleasure. You moan and whimper, "Awe, too fucked out you can't even answer me. Tightly little pussy." He spits on your clit rubbing circles on your clit.

"Fuck! Fuck! Daddy, I'm coming. Just like that, please just like that." He fucks into you at the same pace. "Cum on my cock baby, that's it." You fall apart moaning almost pornographic like. "You sound so pretty cumming for daddy." Your eyes roll back as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Oh my god, it's too much." You say coming down from your high, still sensitive from your first orgasm. "I'm so fucking close. Where?" He asks quickly. "Inside, cum inside of me." Just like that Jungkook paints your walls with his cum. He moans emptying himself inside of you.

He pulls out slowly watching his cum drip out of you. "Jesus." He breathes out flopping beside you. You gather some of his cum on your fingers and lick them clean. "Mm, yummy." You say with a chuckle. "You are so fucking dirty, I'm jealous of all the guys you fucked before me." You laugh. "Well luckily," You start sitting up, "You get to have me forever." You say with a smile. "That's only if you want." You add, not wanting to add any pressure to your newfound relationship. "Fuck yeah, I want you!" He says looking at you as if you'd just grown three heads. "We can get married tonight, If you want an Elvis or MJ, I'm fine with whatever." He jokes as you laugh climbing on his lap. He grabs your waist pulling you in for a small kiss. "Will you um..." He looks you in the eyes.

"What?" you ask. He looks a little nervous. "I'm still me Jungkook. I'll always be your best friend." He smiles. "I know, that's why I want to do this right. I was thinking maybe... I could take you out." He breathes out. You kiss his nose, "I would love to, Where to?" You ask cutely. "I was thinking somewhere downtown?" He asked. "What!? No, Kook, that's too expensive. You don't have to-" He stops you. "No, when have we ever gone out to a nice dinner, just us?" You hum. "See. So, I'm taking my pretty girl out." You smile. "Say it again." You say.

"Say what?" He asks tucking one of your loose curls behind your ear. "I'm yours." You speak simply. "My beautiful girl. All mine."

You look up, the ceiling is glass and you can see the moon. Big and bright it shone through. "Look." He tilts his head back. "Wow, that's beautiful." He looks back at you.

"Y/n?" You hum looking back down at him. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting." You kiss him. "I love you." He admits.

"I love you more." You say with a smile. "I'll love you forever." He says. "Also I love when you call me Daddy. That shit is really hot." You hit his chest before standing up. "Let's go, Taehyung is probably on the roof looking for you." He laughs.

You fix your dress and walk over to Jungkook, brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt. "You look good in this. I meant to tell you earlier." You say looking at his outfit. "Thank you, baby." He says with a smile. You grab his hand walking to the door. "You're welcome, Daddy." He turns pulling you close to him. "Maybe we should stay in here a little longer. Round 2?" You laugh pushing him away. "Come on, Kook."

You rejoin the party and run into Taehyung in the hall. "Where were you?" He asks drunkenly. "Uhh..." Jungkook stalls looking at you. "The library. Cool ceiling, you should check it out." You say, "Oh! Where's the bathroom." Looking to Jungkook as he points to the door down the hall. You let go of his hand going into the bathroom.

Taehyung looks to Jungkook, after watching you walk away. "You two slept together." He states, already sure of the truth. "What?!" Jungkook almost screams. "The hand-holding, s-she finally doesn't look annoyed with y-you, and the fa-act that you have that stupid grin on your f-face." He slurs. "No-" Taehyung puts his hand in his face before he can continue. "Shut it. Y-you can't lie to me. Now i owe Jimin $100."

"You bet on if me and Y/n would have sex?" Jungkook asked shocked. "Duh, I said it would happen next week. Fuck Jimin and his g-good timing." He says before walking away.

You walk out of the bathroom and find Jungkook standing in awe. "What?" you ask. "They bet on if we'd have sex." You laughed throwing your head back. "Doesn't shock me. I bet that you'd sleep with Jackie next door. I got $200 that day." You reminisce. "You're terrible." He jokes. "But you love me." you say walking away.

"That I do, baby."

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a/n: I saw Malcolm Todd is April and I'm just missing him so this is a random song I'm sorry, not sorry. Please enjoy, liking, reposting and requests are so very greatly appreciated.

[heeseung-min]

[12:41]

"Oh! You got flowers again! It's the fifth time this week."

You stared at the bouquet of lillies. It's your favourite flower but you felt creepy after reading the notes that this person left for you.

I hope you like this flowers just how I like to see you every night you come home.

You discarded the flowers while your coworkers stared at you with confusing expression.

"Why did you throw that?"

"Yeah, you should be grateful you got admirer."

"Can you guys just shut up and mind your business?"

With that, your coworkers started to leave your table and went to their seats. You spent your day with stressing over the work and about the secret admirer words. It made you feel agitated on your surrounding.

"Y/n, do you want to have lunch together?"

Heeseung asked you as he keep his place nice and tidy before turning to you waiting for a response.

"Sure, let me finish this first."

While you were eating with Heeseung, you got a text from unknown number. You put your cutlery down before taking the phone.

Even when you're eating, you still look beautiful.

And below the text, there was your picture captured while you were eating. You immediately looked at your surrounding trying to find someone suspicious but everyone in there seems busy with their work and foods.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yea...yes. I'm good."

"Did something happen? Why were you looking everywhere?"

"Nothing, can we just hurry up? I remember I still didn't finish the report I need to do. I don't want Mr.Park to be mad at me."

Within five minutes, Heeseung and you finished lunch and paid the meal. Your eyes were looking everywhere when you went out from the restaurant. You felt frustrated when you didn't see any weird person.

It's night and you were waiting for your bus when suddenly a man sitting too close to you.

"Hi, I've seen you few times here. I also work in the same building as yours but in different department. Would you like to go out together?"

"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."

The man scoffed and then hold your hand tightly while insulting you.

"Oh you think you are that pretty? Am I that ugly? Do you think I'm dumb to not know you don't have a boyfriend?! You whore-"

You gasped loudly when the man got punched by your boss, Park Jongseong. The tight grip on your wrist finally went off and you winced a bit while trying to move your hand.

"Stay away or I call police on you!"

The man quickly ran away after Jongseong said that. He turned to you and checked on you in case the man hurt somewhere else.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go hospital?"

"I'm...I'm fine. Thank you so much, Mr. Park."

"Let me send you home. I don't trust that guy."

When Jongseong reached nearly to your house, you realized that you never tell him your address. You glanced at him who looked so relax while driving as like he really knew where do you live.

"Make sure to lock your windows and door, Y/n. Who knows the guy might be trying to break in."

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Park. I really appreciate it."

After he went off, you immediately ran to nearest police station in your neighbourhood and told them about Park Jongseong possibly being your stalker.

"With this info, we can't really confirm him as the culprit. So, we hope you can wait for any update from us."

You came home with disappointed feeling when the police officer said that. Even when you wanted to sleep, you keep thinking about it. You decided to swallow a sleeping pill before laying on the bed.

Beep beep beep beep

While you were deeply in sleep, a man pressed on your door lock pad and you didn't notice or even heard your door got unlocked from outside. You can't even heard footsteps coming towards you.

The man aka your stalker smiling at the sight of you sleeping peacefully. He went to sit beside you and caressed your face.

"You worry about wrong person, darling."

[Part 2]

Ayo, it's really been a long time🤓🤓so sorry for not posting anything😣😓 i hope this one can satisfy you🤗 i bet yall cant guess who the stalker is🤣🤣

Taglist: @obsessed1with1straykids @huggyuvita @duolingofanaccount @stacey-stonem

[silverstudios]

New friends on Halloween

It just needed something to eat...but it'll happily take new friends too~

Alone. 

It was realizing that it hated that word, and this feeling. 

It trouted out of their-...its cave at 5:55pm, claws shaking slightly, an awful gnawing at its center and the slash across its side wasn’t making it feel any better. At least the costume was doing its purpose, keeping the stinging wound protected from outside invasion and helping in the regeneration process, but the costume alone wasn’t enough. 

It needed something, someone, anything to eat- it’s been too long since it gotten this stupid injury, too long since winfrey was taken from it, and far too long since it's even eaten an animal-

It was starving…in more than just the physical sense. 

Its eyes still felt raw after all the crying was done- it hates crying, it hates feeling so incomplete…

It stopped at the edge of the tree line, hidden by the dense leaves of a bush and watched, blinking heavily and tail raised in confusion. 

Had it gotten the time wrong? The sun was down, it was dark, but yet there were still so many humans out and about. It was a lot of the little humans too, and they were wearing…costumes? Since when did humans wear costumes??? 

It hesitated at first, glanced back the way it came, but the growl that raced from it made it look back to the oddity happening on the street. It just needed One human, one good sized meal, and then it could flee and heal. 

It stepped out of the bush, straightened its back, and began walking about. It waited for screaming, for panic….but all it got was the occasional glance, and one human smiled at it. 

“Dude, love the costume!” it blinked, tail twitched, and before it could respond that tall yet not mature- teenager?-teenagers- humans had walked off, laughing alongside each other. Did….were they not able to tell? They did smell weird, an awful fermented smell, so not good prey-it could not afford to get sick. 

It walked a little bit longer, glancing around, sticking to the side of the street with less houses and less lights- awful bright things they are- and looked for someone separated, someone else Alone. 

It tried not to focus on the fact that so many of these humans had a pair, tried not to tear up and blinked away the stinging in its eyes. Now is not the time-

“C’mon John!! Just a little higher, I can almost reach it!!” It blinked, glanced toward the darkened yard and crouched, claws digging into the damp grass as it snuck closer. That voice was little, and upset, and sounded tired. It peaked around the side of the…what do humans call these mini buildings again? Shed- yes, shed, it peaked around the side of this shed, all covered in pumpkin stickers and….broken eggs? It resisted the urge to lick them off, maybe later. 

And standing before it, on top of each other's shoulders, were two little ones. Little boys, one dressed up in a brown hat and vest with boots that were too big and the other had his costume of white sheets and see through lace hung around his shoulders as he lifted the other up. The little cowboy was reaching up, hand outstretched and balance unsteady, grasping at a small orange and yellow bucket above them. Both their faces were red- they’ve been crying recently too- and teeth gritted. 

“Jason I can’t get any higher!!” “Well we have to get Ashley’s basket! We promised!” The little cowboy- Jason- shifted and reached a little bit closer while on his tiptoes- 

Clyde didn’t have time to process what happened, one second it watched them, the next it stood next to them, Jason wrapped up in its tail upside down and both little ones staring at it in surprise. It blinked, letting the actions make sense in its mind- John had lost his grip, Jason had slipped, a fall from even that small of a height would have broken his neck, instinct had overtaken thought- and smiled slightly as it set him down. 

“....Um- Thanks.” Jason coughed, cheeks tinted red and glanced away, rubbing the back of his head. It hesitated to speak…but smiled. “WeLcOmE.” It was raspy, and not human like, and it waited for them to run…but it blinked at the sympathetic looks. 

“You got that bug too?” John chuckled. “My brother and dad both got it and they sound just as raspy as you.” 

Bug- cold, illness. It hesitated, glancing away before nodding. It looked up at the tree, at the little basket in it, and pointed at it and tilted its head. “WhY?” “Oh- Some buttheads bully older kids!” Jason stomped his feet. “They got mad that we saw them egging Miss Camper’s house and when we said we’d tell her, they threw Ashley’s basket up there.” John sighed. “We’ve been trying to get it down for her so she could trick or treat with us…” 

Well that is just rude. It glared slightly at the story-tail thrashed against the ground in shared frustration and moved over to the tree. The children made questioning sounds as it grabbed onto the rough wood-this tree was old, and sick, and if it had to guess it wouldn't be here come next year- and raised itself up. Those two didn’t have claws, they weren’t made to climb trees- it was. Up and up, spiral around that branch, knock down that old plastic toy with its tail, and onto the branch. Its tail hooked around the fabric handle of the little plastic pumpkin, and lowered the prize down the onlooking children- whose eyes seemed to sparkle in amazement. Once Jason took it, it dropped itself from the branch- the ground made a quiet squelch sound as it landed hard onto the damp grass, and looked down at the two. It smiled. “ThErE.” “That was Amazing!!!” John raised his arms up and bounced. “Oh you HAVE to teach me how to climb trees like that!!!” 

It blinked and snickered, tail swinging in amusement, then blinked as a glove covered hand took hold of one of it’s fingers. 

“C’mon, let’s go find Ashley!” Jason beamed and began to move. It could have pulled away- or it could have pulled this one closer, its inside gurgled angrily at the lack of substance within…but it followed, tail curled, head tilted. It was…nice, to have this little bit of company right now. It waited a few weeks for its wound to heal enough to move, it can wait until they find Ashley.  

“Oh, my name is John by the way!” John, now confirmed to be the little boy in the ghost costume, smiled up at it. “That’s Jason.” “Yuuup!” It smiled at those silly little ones… “...ClYdE.” “Nice to meet cha, clyde!” It squinted its eyes happily at that, tail swinging a little faster. It had to wonder why they hadn't noticed it wasn’t human yet…but then again, some of the costumes it is seeing as the trio walks down the path looked pretty similar to it. 

“....WhY CoStUmEs?” “....It’s halloween.” John smiled at it, and then blinked at it when it tilted its head. “.....You…do know what halloween is, right?” The small gasp that came from him when it shook its head brought a grin to its face and a quiet snicker. “Dude- Halloween is like- The best time of the year!!! You get to dress up, you get to see all the cool spooky stuff, you get to trick or treat and get free candy!!!” John shakes his arms up and down to add to his point, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker a little louder at the action. “Jason we have to let Clyde trick or treat with us, this is an outrage.” “Yeah- Ashley!!” Jason let go of its finger and raced forward into a small crowd. It hesitated, tail stopping dead mid swing, breath held- and then released as the small cowboy returned, a little girl in tow. She wore a puffy dress that sparkled and a small gold crown on her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she held a small wand alongside her returned basket. She was smiling, tears in her eyes as the two came over. “This is Clyde, they got it down!” Jason made a small gesture to it, and Ashley looked up at it- and then slammed into its leg, arms wrapped around it. 

It froze, the entire body went stiff, tail raised….and it knelt down and patted her back. Careful to not touch exposed skin, thank Six she had long sleeves, and a quiet rumble came from it. “T-Thank you so much.” She sniffled out, looking up at it with tear filled eyes but a large grin before stepping back and rubbing her eyes. Jason held onto her and wiggled side to side, and John sighed and poked her. “We’ll tell Miss Camper about the egging tomorrow, for now let's have fun for the rest of the night with our new friend!” 

It blinked, looking down at the three little ones. “....FrIeNd?” “Well- yeah!! You helped get her basket and you’re cool!” John beamed at it, and it blinked a few more times. 

Friend…friend is like partner, friend is companion…friend is someone to spend time with and enjoy, and to hunt and play and sleep-

But these are humans- these are little lives that will fade in the time it takes to blink, and can be snuffed out even faster. Human are prey, it was predator…but humans were also sentient, also had small souls- 

It held onto sentience and souls within-

Its stomach growled, its pupils dilated- and it smiled wide. 

“FrIeNdS!” it wrapped up all three into its arms and rose to its full height, moving them side to side as it turned on its heels and walked back toward the darker side of town. It didn’t want a crowd to see this, this was just for it and its new friends. The three of them let out startled, then excited and giggling sounds. It curled them up, particular to keep a good grip on the wiggling things, and particular to see how Big they were….

…

It could fit all three of them in whole, Combined they were barely the size of its torso. It rumbled as it kept walking, and John stopped wiggling and looked around. “Um…..Clyde?” “Hm?” “Where are we going?” It giggled. “....TrEaT.” “...Oh, you know a good house or something?” “SoMeThInG.” There, nice and quiet and dark- a few lights but for the most part, isolated.

Perfect. They were looking around, pointing at the houses with lights on, wondering which of these houses were its special treat spot- None of them noticed it open its mouth. It wouldn’t chew, its teeth were sharp, that would hurt and it didn’t want to hurt its little pals…. John had glanced up- and didn’t even get to yell. One. Ashley had gone to a door, banging on it, but it scooped her up before the door opened. Two.

It was surprised by how fast Jason was with those oversized boots, but it caught up just as fast. Three. In the distant, it could hear people raising their voices, calling out little names. 

-

It couldn’t stop purring as it slinked around the edges of town, its claw resting on its chest. They were trying to get comfortable, shifting and squirming, muffled sounds and voices. It felt so warm… It should likely return to its home, to rest- but it wanted to keep experiencing this “Halloween”, it wanted to keep going- just for a little while longer. Maybe it’ll find itself more little treats. More little friends. They were warm, and soon to be its friends forever more- but they were quite small. It could fit a couple more within-

Something latched onto its leg, and it jerked. Eyes looking downward, it blinked. A small boy, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry…” The little boy sniffled. “I did the one thing you told me not to do and I lost them…” It blinked… and ruffled their hair slightly. The boy sniffled- and then yawned. “I wanna go home, Alex…” He yawned, arms wrapped further around its leg and face pressed in a little. “.....I’m sleepy and I'm upset.”  

It smiled and reached down, claws hooked under little arms and lifted him up. He certainly did seem sleepy, eyes squinted and mostly shut, slightly bags under them. This little guy needed a nap…

Surely he wouldn’t mind joining this little friendship, he seems like such a sweet kid- and it’d be so wrong to leave someone alone when they asked for help. It smiled, large and bright for him.

“Night Nighy~” Ah, it’s voice sounds so much better with its three little friends added to it, less like it had an awful cold. He squinted and paled. “You’re not Ale-” Four. It stood there, a purr racing from it and tail swinging in glee, another warm weight tucked within, another new friend for it to keep. “.........L-Lewis….?” It froze, and looked over its shoulder. Two boys, pale as the moon above, one holding a trembling flashlight in their hand and the other had dropped his basket, hands covering his mouth. Tears in their eyes, faces filled with dread. 

Ah ...They must be friends with the sleepy one… The air was silent as they stared at one another, the two boys frozen in place…And Clyde grinned brightly, teeth shown and mouth open slightly. Well, 6 Was its favorite number and it would be so wrong to separate such a cute little group of friends…

“.....Norman.” The one with the flashlight whispered as it turned fully to face them, taking a slow step forward. “.....Y-yeah Sam?” “Run.” 

Oh how fun, they’re playing Tag. Clyde has to guess that it is It. 

It Loves this game!

It caught Sam first, the boy was a slow runner, limping on his left leg and he seemed to know it. He had turned and grabbed onto it- and he went down screaming the whole time. 

Five. 

It slowed as it approached the tree, the sounds of panicked breath badly muffled behind hands. It grinned and lowered itself, the grass had dried, its tail slamming across the sidewalk so that the boy would look in the other direction…

His yelp of surprise when it tapped his shoulder had made him taste all the sweeter.  

Six. 

By now, the night wasn’t quiet, shrieks and yelling of little names and worried cries filled the air, but it didn’t mind. Afterall, it had its fill and it had its friends, it was as good as any time to return to the cave- “I wanna go home” A muffled voice echoed from it, and it purred and wrapped its arms around itself, nuzzling itself with glee. 

“Don’t worry, we’re going home now~” It purred, and entered the tree line at 7pm.

[nicolos]

stew

The sad part of it is really that it takes Nile two months to realise she’s never seen Andy cook.

“Wait,” she says, “what do you mean she’s not allowed to cook?”

Andy just shrugs, perfectly unhelpful as she loves to be. The Andy sitting across the kitchen table from Nile is a far cry from the woman who shot her in Afghanistan, and not just because she’s now mortal and prone to problems like hangovers that last and back pain. More importantly: she looks less tired, somehow, hasn’t made fun of Nile about her Cross again, and gets a sick sort of satisfaction from watching Nile flounder over the important things, like which famous historical figures her new friends-slash-family-slash-anti-dying-club had slept with or the weird set of unspoken rules and laws and tripwires they all have built in that everyone else can see and Nile can’t. Yet.

“It means Andromache has been banned from our kitchens,” Nicky says coolly. Joe raises his brows, probably at the full name, but he’s grinning.

Nile ignores him, because he’s an instigator, and says, “Why not? Andy, what’d you do?”

“Who said I did anything?”

Nile narrows her eyes at her. That tone of voice elicits many things: trust is not one of them. Joe outright snickers.

Nicky says, voice low, “You know what you did.”

Joe mouths, “She does,” and then says out loud, “It’s not so bad, Nile. Nicky’s banned from football. And I’m not allowed to do any plumbing.” He says this like it’s a bad thing.

Nile suspects that they’ve also put an unspoken ban up against her audiobooks. Every time she puts one on doing her laundry, somebody comes up to speak with her, until she’s forgotten all about it. She also keeps losing the old iPod she found with the books on it, and whenever she finds it, it needs to be charged.

It’s ridiculous is what it is. She says so. “Andy is four thousand years old.” Andy raises her brows but doesn't comment one way or the other. Joe makes a so-so face, which really just means Nile’s wrong. She soldiers on. “I don’t care how bad she is, she should be able to cook!”

Andy shrugs around her bowl. “I can cook.”

“We’re all adults. We should have a roster. It’s not fair that it’s just Joe and Nicky.” Of them, Nile herself is probably the weakest: she can make a few comfort foods, but she’s never mastered the art. She’d like to, though. Part of it is wanting to hold onto the food she remembers before she can’t get it anymore and she’s forgotten, and part of it is that it’s just practical. But left to her own devices, she just eats whatever’s there. A roster will help.

And it wouldn’t feel right to leave Andy off it. Nile tells herself this is about fairness and house chores and not about the strange panic that takes over her whenever she imagines never eating her mom’s good again and then remembers that (a) Andy looks like she's maybe five years younger than her mom, and (b) she, too, is mortal. Which is dumb. It’s not like she thinks of Andy as anything like her mother. If anything she’s the bad influence friend everyone’s mom warns them about, but who everyone wants to—

Anyway.

“I don’t mind,” Andy says. Nile turns to Nicky.

Nicky says, “If you wish,” and then looks at Joe like he’s expecting Joe to speak up on his behalf.

Joe grins. “I have no objections.”

Andy’s turn on the roster comes up two days later. She spends the morning out of the house and comes back with two bags full of groceries. When Nile goes to help her with it, bewildered, it turns out one of the bags is half filled with low shelf life candy, and that Andy doesn’t need help, though she looks amused that Nile would offer.

Then she gets to it. She’s not what Nile was expecting, which was someone a little unsure of herself in the kitchen. She chops fluidly and fast, as good with a knife on meat and veg as she would be with it as a weapon, and she moves like she knows what she's doing.

But what she’s doing is—strange. At first glance, the dish is beef, with thick chunks of meat cooking in enough oil to thrill her grandma. But then she throws chunks of apple in alongside the potato. As it cooks, she starts rolling out some dough, with more eggs than make sense. Pie, Nile thinks, even if it's not a pie she knows of, but she rolls it out by hand into sheets of pasta, all while stirring the beef concoction. A bar of the dark chocolate she's munching on goes into the pot, followed by a concerning quantity of nuts. When she grabs an orange, Nile thinks it's for a snack, but she peels the whole rind into a neat spiral and tosses the rind into the pot before offering Nile a slice. When the pasta is cut, she just—starts flipping the sheets into the pot.

Nicky looks into the kitchen as he passes by and starts muttering to himself in Italian. When he opens his mouth, Andy only says, “If you’d rather do it yourself,” and Nicky walks away.

Oh, Nile thinks. “You won’t get out of the roster just by making bad food, you know,” she says, though she suspects she probably will. If it's terrible, she figures she’ll get takeout. She already saw Joe surreptitiously hide a bag of something in the back of the fridge. She hopes he got enough for her.

Andy only winks at her. Nile sits down.

In go raisins, cashew nuts, sticks of cinnamon, the stalk of some plant she doesn't even recognise, more garlic than even Nicky uses, and a whole tablespoon of turmeric. Then come the chillies: long, with the heads sliced off, thrown in whole. When the room starts smelling like heat, she cools it with cups of milk. More vegetables follow: large chunks of carrot and beet, strips of cabbage and slices of—ugh—eggplant go in along with a store-bought sauce she can't read the label of, spoons of cream, a quarter of a bottle of alcohol she's pretty sure isn't meant to be used to cook with, and—somehow—even more chocolate, and some of her favourite morning cereal.

This is the point at which Nile decides to stop watching. It feels a little like tearing herself away from a car crash, but she makes herself go look for her iPod. She finds it between two cushions of the sofa twenty minutes later, at 3%.

Andy calls Nile in to help carry the food out when she's done, half an hour later. Nile’s a little bit afraid of the monster she's created as she looks into the pot. It looks less than appetising, a deep brown that looks thick and has things floating in it and cheese melting on top. On the sides of the pot, she can see bright red oil floating in place.

When she carries it out, her iPod is already gone from where it was charging by the kitchen table. Nile glares at Joe and Nicky, who look back innocently (Joe) and distractedly upset (Nicky). It has to be Joe, she figures.

Andy serves them the frankenstew in deep bowls with toasted slices of Nicky’s last sourdough next to it. With no ceremony at all, she grins and says, “Dig in.”

Then, without waiting for the rest of them, she starts eating.

A little relieved that Andy isn’t going to leave them to eat it alone, Nile takes a small, tentative bite.

The dish is—not bad. She takes another bite, and then another.

The stew is delicious. Nile can feel her arteries clogging with every bite, immortality or no immortality, but she thinks she doesn't even care. It's hot enough to leave her tongue prickling after just a couple of bites, but she wants to keep eating it. It's sweet and salty and sour; the meat falls apart in her mouth but the nuts crunch. The pasta is not really pasta at all, thicker and softer and melting in her mouth like soft bread. The broth is creamy and thick, and none of the vegetables are too mushy or draw too much attention to themselves. It's the best thing she's ever eaten, she thinks. She never wants to eat anything else again.

When she looks up, she must look a little guilty, because Joe pats her arm comfortingly. “I know,” he says.

Andy hums around a mouthful and says, slowly, “It’s not as good as I remember it.”

Nicky looks despairing. He’s staring into the bowl like it insulted his mother. Maybe it has. “That’s what you said last time,” he says.

Nile considers things like nostalgia and pride and cholesterol and having more of the pot for herself, and slides Andy’s half-full bowl towards herself. “You’re off the roster, Andy. And you’re banned from cooking again,” she says authoritatively.

“I thought making bad food wouldn’t get me off the roster?”

Nile nods. This is worse.

Joe grins, ducks into the kitchen, and comes back with the box he had hidden in the fridge, which now that Nile looks closely says Andy Dinner. Andy laughs at her as she eats it.

Nile decides to stop looking for her iPod.

[theoceanoasis]

Love your writing

Hot rod laying in berth eating a craving using his large belly to hold it up.

Hot rod is on a neutral planet away from the war.

He figured the sires wouldn’t come looking for him.

Boy is he wrong when he wakes up to Deadlock rubbing his tanks and Ratchet rubbing at his hips.

Feeling a craving hit he shuffled to his kitchen and grabbed some things. Looking at what he was going to eat It was weird doing something so mundane after being at war for so long.

He rubbed his belly feeling a small pang of sadness that he had to leave. Even though he knew it was for the best. The war was no pace for a sparkling and he needed to focus on his little one. He could only hope the wreckers understood.

He went to his berth and laid down using his belly to hold up the bowl he was eating from. He grabbed a nearby remote and turned on the TV watching a new show that had just come out.

Although things weren't perfect they were better than what they were before. He'd managed to buy a house on a neutral world where other refugees lived.

The house didn't have a lot inside and most of the rooms were uncompleted except for the nursery.

He'd been working on it all the time and it looked really nice. He couldn't wait for his sparkling to get there.

Even though he was excited he was also nervous. He'd never expected he'd be carrying all alone. He knew the sires would want nothing to do with his sparkling. They were both busy and didn't have time for a sparkling. They also weren't in a relationship. He was nothing but an easy frag to them and he was sure they'd already found someone else. It was his fault for getting sparked and now he had to deal with it alone.

Feeling tired he yawned and turned off the TV. Finishing his food he set the bowl on a nightstand and curled up in bed. He wrapped himself protectively around his belly and fell asleep.

He didn't know what woke him up but he found himself jolting awake. He went to reach for his gun when a hand stopped him.

His optics widened and he looked over in horror to find Ratchet and Deadlock staring back at him.

He could feel Deadlock touching his tanks and he flinched giving them both a surprised look.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why didn't you tell us you were sparked?"

He looked between them in confusion.

"I didn't think you'd want him."

"Of course we would."

Deadlock frowned going back to touching his tanks in admiration. Ratchet pulled out a scanner and began looking him over

"The sparkling looks healthy and you don't seem to be in any distress."

He shrugged feeling uncertain as he looked between the two of them.

"Why are you here? Did you find out I was sparked?"

"No kid we came looking for you."

Deadlock nodded.

"We were worried when you suddenly disappeared and didn't answer our comms."

Ratchet gave him a wry grin.

"I didn't realize you were seeing Deadlock. Not until he asked me about you."

""I thought you two would have moved on and found someone else. We weren't exclusive and I know you two were seeing other people."

"We were seeing each other. Deadlock asked me if you were alright when we met up at our usual time. I'd been planning on asking him if the Decepticons had taken you but when we realized you were missing we had to find you."

"We've searched all over for you. Learning you were sparked was a surprise but we're both happy to be part of the sparklings life. We love you Hot Rod and we want to be with you. Please don't shut us out. We love you."

Ratchet nodded and he felt tears in his optics. Drift and Ratchet immediately comforted him as he cried because he never thought anyone would love him.

Drift and Ratchet held him promising they'd never leave him and he found himself letting them in. He'd missed them as well and he wanted them to be in his sparklings life.

Feeling exhausted the three of them cuddled together with Drift and Ratchets hand laying protectively on his belly.

Although they still had a lot to talk about in the morning they were all happy to be together again.

[theblorbo-catcher]

Whitepine theory !! Kinda maybe spoilers ??

Tw fir mentions of blood/gore, murder, and body dismemberment

ALRIGHT SO. After rewatching whitepine for the seventh time (forgive me if I get some things wrong I was crocheting while watching it so I may get some things wrong) I've got a LOT of thoughts about Mystys death murder.

In whitestarpines theory post they mentioned that Mysty was eating in the scene where Ivory was introduced to the other maids and butlers and it got me thinking-

Seraptor told Ivory that they can probably go put of the dorms around 6 am and earlier Ivory was told that the Hemlocks usually don't get up until around 11 am. We see Ivory get up and leave the room while it's still fairly dark- it still could very well be 6 am but I feel like it's a lot earlier thn that ??? We can see from the window that the sun is just starting to rise.

I don't remember if the garden was in the servants side of the house or not but Ivory tells Clown she stayed on it the whole day, so either she was lying or the murder occurred during lunch that day. Or later the next morning when Ivory first got up.

We see Mysty eating and whitestarpine mentioned that someone theorized that there could've been hemlock in their food and that could've killed them.

Another theory that I think is worth mentioning is that Pyro is a possible suspect for the murder. I don't know if anyone else has considered this but after Pyro threw up Mysty was the one to enter his room.

Maybe he didn't want anyone to know he was sick? I don't know why he'd kill because of it but its definitely something I'd like to take a closer look at at some point-

At dinner Zam mentioned that there would be a hunt tomorrow at Lucas's place. Pyro doesn't go. I don't know if it's because he's sick or not but I think that's likely the case. I don't know if it's relevant to the murder or not but Vi fixed Izzy's telescope ands asks if she wants to try it. I assume she meant trying it that night- Izzy says not tonight, so she also maybe could've killed Mysty that night?? Either that or she just wanted to sleep. Or just didn't want to use it that night I don't know- maybe she's catching whatever Pyro has? I think I may be going a bit off the rails with that one. In my defense I'm writing this at like 1 am.

ANOTJER THING- The hunt thing they mentioned could not be literal. They could've been hunting Mysty !! The body looks WAY too bloody for them to have just fallen down the stairs. I don't know if it was the angle or just my eyes being weird but it looks like Mysty was missing some limbs I think ??? It would've explain some of the emphasis on the woods- but I don't know if that really explains the part Ivory plays in it if she does have any part in it at all.

There's such a huge gap of time where Mysty could've been killed and so many suspects its crazy- I think I definitely need to wait for more episodes before I have anything concrete but so far I'm having so much fun with this-

[dogcodedcatboy]

pre relationship: 3, general: 3, 6, love: 10, 13, domestic life: 7 !!

hihihihihihi !!!! i cant wait to start s2 tonight i need to see my kittycat i need to see him !!!!! thank u for always sending asks my aaroman warrior o7 u should rb this ask game 2 so i can pelt u w waystarshipping and jermstone questions

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

absolutely fucking not!!!!!!

by the time any of the roys find out its too late, theyre already very much together. i think the fam knows abt aaron before 04x03 and like, willingly keeps him a secret (have 2 believe none of them would out a family member for personal gain. if not just to avoid the shitstorm for logan). some of them wuld obviously would prefer for roman to a) not be gay or b) at least not be dating a Fucking Weirdo. oh well!

aarons friends are also not. thrilled. for obvious reasons. reactions range from 'ok...u r gold digging, right? does this mean we can afford a hot tub :D' to 'morally/ethically what the Actual fuck is wrong with you bro???'

What was their first kiss like?

hmm the first time they kiss probably an impulsive. half-drunken thing. prolly after their first '''date''' (which roman insists is not a date despite calling him up and inviting him for dinner and drinks). it's rlly messy, roman is kind of an awful kisser at first (out of practice #nobitches) so aaron is kinda like...ok....but it's very endearing somehow.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

i could write a dissertation on. aaron and the roys. i think he's...polite? i mean, he knows roman is super close to them despite how fockin shitty they are to him all the time, so he's willing to grin and bear it. he doesnt like ken for Reasons (annoying on twitter, involvement in 'dog pound', annoying in real life)*, he's rightfully intimidated by shiv, he thinks connor is rlly fuckin funny, he has a weird psychosexual obsession w tom (as stated, would put tom in a saw trap), he thinks greg is cool and would like to talk about his record collection w him.

*authors footnote: i personally like kendall a lot i do love the fucked up brother dynamic between ken and rome BUT aaron is protective and an asshole and doesnt care abt nuance if youre mean to his boyfriend you go to the gulag for 1000 years ! aarons friends are hsi family! he lives w his childhood + college besties! they are all spectacular assholes as well so roman weirdly fits in! roman likes aarons bff because he is also a snarky asshole. one of aaron's college friends actually is from LA, so that's another person he can relate to somewhat. ovi he's a rich asshole tho and like, has to adapt to how normal people live and socialize (aaron and his friends arent even normal theyre like a weirdly codependent found family) but. they all kind come around to him! (will post extended oc universe lore someday on god)

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

i think they both are kinda stupid abt feelings and prefer physical affection, as sometimes its easier to manage than like, pouring your heart out. aaron is big on words of affirmation tho, once they r more comfy in their relationship/roman is more comfortable w receiving stuff like that.

Who remembers the little things?

aaron is def a romantic, he's big on anniversaries, quick to pick up little things like roman's coffee order, his favorite snacks, etc. roman is a little rusty but is surprisingly sensitive when he cares about someone. he's super in to aaron, so he makes sure to note all of aarons favorite movies and albums (so he can bring them up later and Totally sound like he knows what he's talking about).

[also they r a beautiful ocd (aaron) x adhd (roman) couple so in general aaron is Incredibly on top of things (or else he might die, who knows!) while roman is a fockin mess with remembering shit.]

Who kills the bugs in the house?

the real answer is gustav. he eats them. aaron will hold the cat up and he will take care of business.

[uloelu]

Location: Windslar, Windenburg

(transcript under the cut)

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Hello again! Long time no see. Work got crazy these last few weeks, and I had little time to get this episode out. Thankfully, I pulled through. I'm excited to show y'all the second episode of the Fosters series! Part 2 drops tomorrow.

Scene 1 - 28 Windslar

Haven (checking her phone): 7:00AM. Spectacular. Happy birthday to me.

(heads downstairs, scowling) And Chloe’s making breakfast. That’s just great. Oatmeal pancakes and protein shakes for everyone.

Josh: Hey, isn’t today your birthday?

Haven: Nothing gets past you.

Josh: Well, I hope your day improves. And I like your t-shirt.

Haven: Thanks. I stole it off some guy back in San Myshuno. Never got a chance to actually read Thrasher.

Josh: Really? I’ve got a couple of older copies that I brought with me. Consider it my gift to you.

Haven: You don’t have to do that.

Josh: Relax, it’s your birthday. I hardly read them, anyway.

Haven: Damn it. I’ll have to get them after school. Cassandra’s waiting for me out front.

Chloe: You’ll miss my pancakes...

Haven: I’ll live.

Scene 2 - Copperdale Prep

Cassandra (sheepishly): So...I probably should have checked to see if Dunkin’ was actually open before dragging you out of your house early...

Haven: Renovations. Shit happens. I’ll just eat a full lunch.

Luna (kissing Malcolm Landgraab): Missed you last night, Mackie. Thought you were going to come over.

Haven: Nevermind. I’ve lost my appetite.

Haven (going about her day): I’ve had worse birthdays, honestly. Nothing beats having glass bottles thrown at your head while trying to put a toddler to sleep. Stuffy uniforms and boring classes are heaven compared to that.

Wes (walking into class late): Another detention, ladies and gents. I’m thinking about going for the world record.

Haven: As much as I hate to admit it, Windenburg and Copperdale Prep are kind of growing on me.

Mostly thanks to Wes and Cassandra. Though Wes did invite his...situation to the get-together our foster parents are throwing for me later tonight, so he’s on my temporary shit list.

Haven (playing piano in a restaurant after school): I even managed to convince Solstice to let me practice on their grand piano on my days off from work. They think they’re cheating me by getting free performances. I just want the experience.

Scene 3 - 28 Windslar

(The birthday is a low-key affair at the Brookestone-Walker residence. All the foster kids are in attendance, along with Cassandra and Morgan.)

Haven: And fine, Morgan isn’t bad at all. She’s friends with Cassandra and Wolfgang, so she has to be cool. I guess it just feels weird to watch Wes focus his attention on someone else, even though I’m not interested in him at all.

Morgan (telling a story to Wes and Haven): You should have seen the look on her face! She had no idea we knew her favorite...

Haven: He’s like family to me now.

It’s strange learning how to fit into this new, makeshift family. I feel like I’m constantly saying the wrong thing. I’ve never cared so much about how people see me. I don’t know if I want them to like me...I just don’t want them to hate me.

(Audreyanna hands Haven a gift.)

Haven: I didn’t think you were going to get me anything.

Audreyanna: You only turn 17 once, Haven. I remember that age very well. I hope it’s your best yet.

Haven: Thank you.

Scene 4 - Outside 28 Windslar

(Morgan and Wes sneak outside.)

Morgan: I’ve been trying to figure you out for a while now.

Wes: And?

Morgan: And I’ve realized that it’s pointless. I simply am never going to get you.

Wes: I doubt that.

Morgan: You never give me a straight answer. You talk a big game but haven’t made a move. How are you so sure?

Wes: You already have me. There’s nothing more to get.

(They kiss.)

Morgan: We’re right in front of your house, you know.

Wes: Don’t overthink it.

[anryuuepic]

The walk to her classes is lonely. They won’t even start for a couple of hours, but her parents don’t like it when she lingers around the house all day. It’s better to be out and doing something, they say. 

So Lillianne takes her time. She nibbles on her vegetables as she goes— first the sweet potato, then the less appealing carrot—, and kicks every decent-sized rock she finds along the gravel road in the hopes that it’ll help pass even a few more minutes. 

Her shoes, worn and pinchingly small, crunch on the stone as she walks. It’s still that kind of early-morning, hazy hour when the town isn’t properly up and moving yet. Lillianne doesn’t like it much. Or rather, she isn’t sure if she likes it or not. The vaguely lonely feeling aches deep in her chest, but... she kind of enjoys being by herself. When there’s no one there to say she’s doing something wrong or that she’s taking up too much time and space and money, the pain is worth it, in a way.

Through a mouthful of mushy, half-stale carrot, she scowls. Why does she make things go badly for everyone? She’s not unhappy or ungrateful, and she tries her very best, and yet... nothing works out how it should. 

As she often is, Lillianne ends up being the first of the class (if it can really be called that) to arrive.

That’s not unusual. Most of the other children are the kind of street kids who aren’t used to being anywhere in any kind of timely manner, let alone having the threat of parents chasing them out of the house first thing in the morning.

It always feels kind of weird that she does have parents, being here. 

Since there’s nothing to do but wait, Lillianne tucks her skirt under herself and sits down on the stone steps leading up to the gate to her teacher’s back garden— a pretty little area with all kinds of flowers in the summertime, and a modest, bright-painted house attached to it. Unless the weather is too awful for it, lessons are held outside, here in the pretty garden that Lillianne has half-memorized by familiarity alone. 

No sooner has she closed her eyes and settled in for the wait, though, than there’s someone calling for her attention.

“Good morning, Lillianne. You’re here early again, aren’t you?”

Dinah’s voice is sweet in a raspy, whisper-like way that makes her sound older than she is. Really, she’s maybe just old enough to be Lillianne’s grandma, but still shorter than some of the oldest kids in her classes. She’s slight and unimposing, with wisps of pale hair like fraying thread and small, round spectacles half-hiding her sea glass-colored eyes. 

When Lillianne leans back, tipping halfway over to stare up from between the thin metal slats of Dinah’s garden gate, she gets an upside-down view of the woman’s gentle smile. 

“Yeah,” Lillianne says. “I am. I get up early.”

Politeness doesn’t come easily to her. Lillianne is all blunt words and direct, all-too-honest answers that adults call rude. She doesn’t like saying too much, but people always seem to want to drag the words right out of her— and all in the order they want to hear. 

“Has anyone else arrived yet?” Dinah asks. 

“No. Just me.”

After she answers that question, Lillianne pulls her head back up and gets to her feet. Brushing the dust off her skirt, she turns to face Dinah while she speaks. 

“We’ll wait together, then. Have you eaten anything today?”

“...yeah.”

Dinah’s gentle smile doesn’t change a bit. “Well, would you like to have a little something extra?”

Uncertain, Lillianne nods. She doesn’t know why Dinah would be offering food to her, but confusion is no reason to refuse something to eat. Especially not when there’s so little waiting at home. 

After stepping back inside for a moment, Dinah returns with a pale, fluffy yeast roll, torn off of the rest of its batch. It’s browned on top and just big enough to fill both of Lillianne’s hands cupped together, resting cloudlike on her grimy fingers. 

“You can eat it whenever you’d like,” Dinah tells her. Lillianne gets the message. 

Among the type of kids who don’t often see regular meals, it’s better to make your food disappear before anyone else can lay eyes on it. That’s how people get ideas.

Sitting on Dinah’s garden steps, she stuffs the roll into her mouth one cheek-puffing, chewy bite at a time, washed down by measured sips of water from the canteen attached to the bag at her hip. It’s the freshest food she’s tasted in a while, and all Lillianne can wonder is what Dinah is going to ask from her later, in return.

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[fellpyrean]

I said I love writing corruption & Jon and I am not lying. A little snac.

Baby Jon makes a new friend. (touches of post-canon) 1100 words.

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Jon has always seen weird things. Too much, he thinks sometimes. Like he’s in one of those bad stories, the ones he doesn’t like to read because they make part of him feel bad, like he can imagine it if he just lets himself - like he could maybe imagine what it’s like to dance on a puppet’s strings, to feel hot, hungry breaths and the snap of sharp teeth on his neck, like he knows the shadows can reach up from under a bed and just make someone be gone. 

He’s seen the shadows dance. 

He’s seen a man walk into the fog on the dock and never come back. 

He’s seen a person who wasn’t pull on their skin like a glove and wiggle the plastic below and knew if he hadn’t darted off and hid when he did, that those wrong wrong fingers would have dragged him away. He heard them laugh. He smelled them when they walked by, something sharp and bright in their hand, heard their hollow voice speak words he knew but shouldn’t and when he came home, gran didn’t believe him. 

She said it was a costume. 

She said the spiders couldn’t sing or eat people and neither could books and eyes in pictures can’t really watch him. 

She lies a lot. 

He doesn’t think she means anything bad by it, but he knows it’s all true and he sees it all right there, every day, but nobody else does. The mirror thinks it’s funny. Jon doesn’t like the mirror much. It’s a bad friend. 

… But it’s still a friend. Jon doesn’t have a lot of those. 

He sees too much and he scares people. Not the things he sees, though. The mirror isn’t afraid of him. The spiders aren’t either. 

And… not the moth. 

He’s not seen it before. It sits on his windowsill, big as his hand and so fluffy and fat it reminds him of a puppy. It’s not really a moth. He can’t see the truth of it because the truth is just too big, but he can hear the song in the gentle jitter of its wings and knows it has too many voices for one moth. It sits and it sits and Jon watches it. 

Just watches. 

It smells too sweet, like a warm, happy home a-and his stomach turns even if he doesn’t know why. 

Being home is a bad thing, maybe. 

But the moth doesn’t move. It just sits and sings and Jon… relaxes. 

When it rains, he holds his breath and reaches around and above it to close the window and it steps forward like a lazy cat, like its little clawed feet can’t possibly carry its ponderous weight and Jon can’t stop his giggling. Its antennae twitch like big fluffy ferns in a breeze and its song trills like a laugh and its wings flutter like it’s having fun and. And Jon thinks maybe, it wants to be his friend, too. 

The rain patters against the old, empty house - gran would be back before dinner, Jon knew, but he misses before - and Jon holds his book in his lap. It tap-taps against the windows, plunks on the rooftop, splashes and ripples in the puddles in the garden. And. 

He cocks his head. 

There’s something else. 

Under the puddles. Down in the dirt, he hears a quiet, gentle song. Muffled, but happy. Moist and full and wriggling in the dark; in tunnels and tunnels, a million more voices in unison, working working working. A stranger song waits under the bushes in the wet corners of the yard - like strings and pipes in a great big web, waiting and waiting for their chance to come up and sprout and Jon gasps as he sees cottony white mushrooms pop up from the earth. Knows there are so many more, singing their own songs and just waiting waiting, loving. 

They are all so strange and different and so full, full of love. 

His eyes open in tears he doesn’t understand and he sees the moth. 

It’s singing. Its wings flutter, powdery soft as it sits on the corner of his book, and he can hear it. 

We would love you, it says, in words that shift and writhe and purr. 

All you ever wanted was to be loved. To not be left alone. 

We would always be there for you, it murmurs.

It is fat and heavy, its abdomen swollen and furred. And Jon knows how heavy it must really be. How full, how cold. 

How it longs for a home. 

(He misses home, too.)

Jon’s chest hurts. He knows his face is probably a mess, and he hiccups into his arm as he tries to scrub it clean on a sleeve. 

He doesn’t like to be alone. 

He does want friends. Friends who would listen when he sees weird things and love him even if he’s weird - and he must be, because isn’t it only the weird things that like him? 

The moth places a delicate claw on his hand. 

It still smells kind of bad. Like old potpourri, maybe, in a dusty old dish. 

We would love you the way your patron never could have. Know you and love you as you are. 

Isn’t that what you want? 

It’s heavy on his hand. Its little claws scratch at his skin, poke so gently as it looks up at him with those dark, dark eyes. 

We would be a home, all of us, together. 

There’s a knock at the door. 

It’s not his bedroom door, it’s no door in his house, but somewhere else, and it jolts him out of the song. Something is watching him. Watching him so hard he thinks maybe he missed a picture, but no. They’re all turned away, but he still feels it. 

The moth wobbles on his hand as he sucks in a breath and places it gently, slowly back on the windowsill. Its song still twines between the raindrops. Still whispers and crawls beneath the leaves, slithers in the warm wet. 

It’s the sound of love. 

Jon lets out a shaky, wibbly breath and tries not to wipe off his hand on his pants as he smiles at the big, fat moth. 

“I can’t be a home for you,” he says. More words crowd up on his tongue, struggling to burst out, but he swallows them down. 

The weight of being watched lays heavy across his shoulders. He doesn’t know how good it can listen, but he knows it can see what he does so he tucks his hands in his pockets. 

And he speaks in a voice almost as small as its smallest song. 

“Not yet.” 

(He doesn’t want to be alone. 

Not again. 

He is too small to hold them. But he can still hear their love. Each iridescent note, spun in buzzing, wonderful voices, dripping so sweetly upon his tongue.

He would gladly drown in their promises. 

After all, he laughs, cold and aching, wouldn’t it be better this way? To be devoured by something that loves him?) 

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2022 Day: 23 Stalking Treatment

Summary: Nothing says “good patrol” day like being followed.

Prompt: Creepy

Characters: Jackie, Silver

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Jackie knew something was wrong. Henrik was still gone and Anti had been unnaturally quiet for a long time.

In the years and years that Jackie had fought against Anti, he knew that the demon liked to toy with whoever he was hunting. And usually he got too impatient for long, drawn out hunts. And Anti was suddenly creeping around his territory, stalking Jackie in particular.

Anti was up to something, and it was getting bad.

Jackie was on a patrol with Silver, they were walking around Althone and he could feel someone watching him.

“Any changes?” Silver asked quietly as they got to a Korean food truck they both liked to hit during patrols.

“Not yet,” Jackie said as he grabbed his own little meal tray and they took their food up to a random rooftop so they wouldn’t be interrupted or scare people.

“He’s been stalling around my house,” Jackie admitted around a mouthful of rice.

“He found another place you live at?” Silver paused eating to stare at Jackie in horror.

“Yeah and he hasn’t done anything yet,” Jackie said. “He hasn’t bothered my girlfriend, hasn’t bothered our cat, hasn’t even marked the house yet and that’s always the first thing he does.”

“Should we get the brainiacs and do something?” Silver asked.

“Not yet, Henrik is sending texts but they’re weird,” Jackie said. “The first few were fine, but now I don’t know what’s wrong with them but I don’t think Hein is sending them.”

“Do we know where he is?”  Silver asked.

“No.” Jackie stabbed at his rice with a fork. “But Anti might, and that’s why he’s acting weird.”

“How do you know that?” Silver stared at him.

“Cause Henrik and Anti have kinda been conjoined at the hip for a long time. And we know they’re probably dating, but if it keeps Anti from killing people every week then who cares?”

“How long has this been a thing?” Silver asked.

“Officially, for a while,” Jackie said. “How long they’ve actually been dating, we don’t know. We kinda hoped if we didn’t bring it up before they did, that Anti wouldn’t get uppity and he’d just stay calm.”

“That’s certainly better than having a knife-happy demon on the streets,” Silver agreed.

“Yeah, but it just feels weird, you know?” Jackie said.

Then he looked down at the street.

“Hey, Silv, watch my food for a second so the birds don’t get it,” Jack set his tray down and zipped down to the streets and zipped past a normal looking dark blue van to see a read of the license plate. Something about the van set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know why he didn’t trust it, he just didn’t. Then he quickly raced back to Mark up on the roof.

“Bad news?” Silver asked, handing him back the tray.

“Thanks,” Jackie told him. “Maybe. It doesn’t seem to be Anti though. I noticed that van down there following us twice, it has the same license plate as the other ones I saw.”

“Should we say something to them? You sure they’re watching us?” Silver finished his food as Jackie just inhaled the rest of his.

“Maybe not yet, don’t want the feds on our case just cause we knocked on their door,” Jackie said.

“Yeah,” Silver picked up off the roof top as Jackie stood up and got to fully stretch out and then went back to trying to trail Anti. All the while the white van would periodically follow them, and then they’d lose Anti’s trail for a bit.

So Jackie called them off to go somewhere else. The van followed them for a bit before they completely lost track of it. Anti crossed their path close to the base and Jackie and Silver went in to talk to Bing about the situation.

Jackie saw the van still following him while on patrols. Jackie’s unease didn’t led up either but he waited. He waited for himself or someone else to get attacked. He was not starting this fight, but he was certainly ending it.

[meowtalhead]

So fucking frustrated with being autistic right now. i wish i could eat foods with actual texture and get to try and enjoy all kinds of things not have to be afraid to eat with other people or worry i’m gonna die younger than everyone else because i can’t get down a fucking vegetable. i wish the dog that i live with who can’t help barking every single day didn’t have a bark that feels like a searing hot knife shoved deep into my ear canal and through my forehead, and it doesn’t feel that way to anyone else. i wish i didn’t have a breakdown today because my brother moved around the apps on my home screen as a joke and it felt like it wasn’t my phone anymore, or like someone broke into my house and rearranged all the furniture. I don't know for sure if I was able to get it back how it was, I think I did but it still feels so so wrong. i wish i could have a normal amount of intertest in things and just let go of shit and not seem childish and obsessive because i still love warrior cats at age 23 or can’t shut up about some band i got attached to. i wish i could just know what everyone else always seems to know. why did everyone at work act like it was so fucking weird and even wrong that i took my first 15 minute break 2 hours in to an 8 hour shift instead of just magically knowing everyone here waits until the last 4 hours to take all their breaks and lunch instead of spreading them out evenly. i wish i could just walk in and take the initiative to just start working on something instead of following the manager around like a little kid asking what they want me to do today or do next because without instructions i’m apparently useless and acn’t figure it out on my own. i don’t want to go through life anymore wondering if people think i’m immature and behind everyone else my age developmentally, or if maybe they’d be right. normally i’m happy being autistic, proud of it, but right now i’m tired of being so sensitive and overstimulated and being such a fucking baby about the stupidest things i just want a break

[pbandjesse]

I am at my parents house! It has been really nice spending the day with my mom and hanging out with my dad. It was a very good day.

I did not sleep well though. I think I was stressed about the drive today. Getting out here and having my legs hurt. Which thankfully was not as bad today. And honestly all of my fears ended up being for nothing.

I really couldn't sleep though. The blanket texture was wrong. I had the wrong pillow. Sweetp would come sleep with me. I was just not having fun. But I woke up and felt really good!

I got dressed and was planning on wearing a cardigan but I changed my mind last minute so I could wear my sweatshirt and have it for sleeping in later. This was a good plan.

I packed the mini donuts James got for me and poured a soda and was off.

But then I really didn't like the donut. It was a lemon glaze and I sometimes have an issue with glazes that makes my mouth numb. So I decided to stop at the McDonald's by the museum and stop to give James a hug.

And I am glad I stopped. I got my hug. I gave them the donut that I didn't eat. And was off.

I got my hash brown. And was pleasantly surprised that just two hash browns is almost the price of one has brown. So I will go back to making my sandwich at home when I can. Save some money.

My drive out was great hoenslty. I listened to a podcast for the first half of the drive and music for the second half. The sun got a little hot on me so I did have to shed the sweatshirt. But that was fine.

I got to my parents at 11. Texted James to let them know I was here. And saw that there was someone else here too! It was the occupational therapist. They were working with my dad and she was very nice.

Dad looked good! I am glad he is getting color back. And he seemed pretty good this morning. He was a little more tired and sore by the afternoon and evening. But overall I'm happy for him. It is a little weird seeing his stump where his leg was. Like he's just a little uneven looking. But I am already over it. Like he's doing so good and I'm really proud of him.

We spent some time just hanging out. Mom and dad and me. Then mom went to get washed up and me and dad just talked.

We talked about the wedding and things we have accomplished. Things that have bothered me. And dad backed me up so that was very affirming. Love my dad very much.

Once mom was ready we headed to lunch. I got to drive. I really think I can count on one hand how many times in my life I've driven my mom somewhere. So it felt like a moment.

But I didn't crash the car or anything so we are all good. We went to friendly's for lunch.

The parking lot was empty and we weren't sure they were open. But they were. We joked with the staff that we should have two tables just to fill the empty restaurant in a little more. But we did sit together. And we got our grilled cheese sandwiches (mom got the legendary chicken one) and we just talked.

We talked about the wedding and life and it was just so good spending time together. I feel like it's been so long since we spent any real time together. With covid and my dad being hurt and just things being so much. We barely get this time together anymore. And I was going to take advantage of it. I showed her the posters and signs we have made for the wedding. We gossiped and talked and I had some big laughs. Apparently at the bridal shower Charlotte and my aunt Nadine talked and Nadine said something about Charlotte working with high schoolers and how they are and Charlotte just said "they're fucking animals" and I tell you. When mom told me this I laughed so loud I almost screamed. It was so silly.

We left the restaurant and headed to pick up the kilts!!! They are here!!! So me and mom went and drove the 15 minutes there. Had to go to New Jersey. And they were so nice. I did not pull the kilts out of the box (I wanted to wait until I'm with James tomorrow to see them) but I got to touch them and see the tartan yardage we got extra and it just felt like. Finally. Thank god.

We learned a little about Kelly green and how fabric dye lays on different fabrics. And the guy was nice enough to carry the box to the car. I was going to carry it but he wanted to be a gentleman and I wasn't going to take that from him.

We got everything in the car and I was just like. Okay what now. I was in a great mood. And I didn't want to stop hanging out with mom yet. So we decided to go get groceries. But first we would go to the restore and buy some fun stuff.

I love restore. I should go to them more often because they actually still thrift store prices. I got three books and a cigar box and two tins and some little ceramic flowers for $12!!! And really I was just having a blast looking at stuff and laughing with mom and wandering around. We almost bought a chair but we didn't know how to get it home so we decided not to.

And the over to the grocery store. Where mom let me get angle food cake and tres leches. Which later I would describe as wet cake and that lead to me and dad calling is Mexican wet cake. Which had us scream laughing.

We also found a cell phone and returned that to a cashier. But we got everything mom needed. Talked about foods. Talked about boycotting bad companies and how hard that is because almost every company is owned by the same 5 larger companies.

We headed back home. And brought everything in. And I spent basically the rest of the night hanging out in the couch with my parents. Watching TV. I watched tiktoks and scrolled on my phone. We had cake for dinner and lots of laughs. And then dad was being goofy and to sleepy.

Mom helped him get ready for bed. Did all his meds and nighttime stuff. His leg wound looked pretty good honestly. I'm glad. The stump is still strange but he's doing really good and I'm proud of him. And I'm proud of mom for everything she does.

I went to take a shower and realized it needed to be cleaned. So after I got dressed I scrubbed the bathtub and wiped everything down. Just to help a little. And once I was out of energy for that I went to hang out with mom in the kitchen for a little bit.

We had ice tea and talked. Played with the dogs. And now I am just ready to get some sleep. I think I'll go give mom another hug first.

Sleep good everyone. I hope you have a great day tomorrow.

[chaand-sitara]

έξι

"Sometimes, we forget to see the things right in front of us, and later on in life, we regret it heavily"

"Damon what the hell do you even think you're doing?!" Primadonna said as she stepped away from the older Salvatore but he was slowly walking towards her too.

"Doe, listen-" but before he could say something another force came between them and grabbed Primadonna and hugged her tightly while giving her small and quick kisses all over her face but then suddenly that force was ripped out of her and when she looked she saw it was..

"Stefan!?"

Primadonna was now seriously about to faint, she tried to backaway from both of the boys, ignoring how the hell did they know about her house, and run back to her car.

But before she could reach the handle Stefan and Damon were now in front of her blocking her from her car. "How the hell did you two come from there.. To here?!"

Stefan then said "Listen Doe-" Primadonna interrupted him and said "First of all, it's Primadonna for you, and what kind of person calls someone Doe!?"

Damon then said "The kind of person who loves you, seriously Doe?! What is wrong with you? Why can't you remember anything?"

Then Primadonna said "what? Remember? What do I need to remember?! And please Damon, if I look like an easy target, that doesn't mean that you can play all this shitty game with me got it? I don't want to break Caroline's heart!" then as soon as the boys were about to say anything else, Primadonna heard a voice in her ear saying "You don't have to remember anything"

And then suddenly everything went black for her..

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Primadonna then woke up with a loud gasp and then saw that she was in the back seat of her car, and now it was evening which meant that she had skipped today's class too, plus she had also forgotten her few textbooks there. She got out from her car and stretched her sore muscles.

"wait.. Was it a dream? Oh god. Primadonna seriously? Why would you dream such ghastly thing? Alright the dream's over and now I have school." Primadonna again stretched a bit while trying to be not weirded out by the dream she had last night and drove off to her house to change for the day.

She went inside her house and quickly freshened up and picked out a white cropped tank top with light blue faded Bell bottom and on top of it she picked a purple cropped cardigan and wore her matching sneakers and made a half ponytail of her long dark chocolate brown hair.

She went outside and got in her car and drove off to school without eating her breakfast.

●・○・●・○・●

Primadonna now was inside the school and had parked her car in the lot and when she was going to class, Tyler came up to her and said "Oi! Prima! We have the pre-game rally today! And weren't you in the cheerleading team?"

Realization hit Primadonna like truck, she thanked Tyler and then they both went to the bonfire which was happening for the game.When she got out she rushed towards the football field where everyone else was.

She came right next to Bonnie and then she heard Bonnie say "Hey, what's up? Oh my god, why do you look all sweaty?" then Primadonna shrugged and said "Uh, just doing some practising, nothing much"

Bonnie nodded and Then all of them saw Tanner getting up on the bench and then he said "Wait, wait, wait. Let's be honest here, in the past we used to let other teams come into our town and roll right over us!" Mr. Tanner exclaims, and everyone in the crowd begins 'boo'ing, so he continues. "But that is about to change! We've got some great new talent tonight, starting on offense, and I can tell you right now, it has been a long time since I have seen a kid like this with hands like these! Let's give it up for Stefan Salvatore!"

Everyone was now roaring and Primadonna could see that her history teacher was feeling really happy because of the reaction everyone gave for his speech. Primadonna was also cheering a bit but then suddenly she saw a bit moment in the corner of her eye and saw That Jeremy was stumbling a bit and there was also a cup in his which Primadonna guessed was alcohol.

Then Primadonna saw Vicki trying to stop Tyler going towards Jeremy, one thing everyone in the whole school knew, including the new kids, is that Jeremy Gilbert and Tyler Lockwood were not a fan of each other.

She turned to her right to tell Bonnie to stop the incoming fight but saw that she was now not there so she decided to stop it herself and as she was going near, she heard Tyler say "Don't look down, You can have her when I am done"

Primadonna gritted her teeth thinking 'Seriously? He can't be more of a jerk?' this line then triggered Jeremy so he went towards Tyler too and punched him in the face. Primadonna then started running than walking towards them when Tyler had shoved Jeremy on a car which made alcohol bottle shatter on the ground.

Primadonna then went towards Vicki and said "Why aren't you stopping them?" then Vicki shook her head in worry and said "They both are fighting like made people, anyone who butts in, will surely get hurt."

Then Primadonna left Vicki and grabbed Tyler from behind to stop him, but Tyler pushed her away and she fell on the floor, which made her hand fall on a piece of glass.

Bonnie and Caroline came up to her and then Caroline said" Yikes.. You need to get it healed.. " then Bonnie said" Here, take my car keys, there is an emergency medical kit there, do you want me to come?"

Primadonna then said" No it's fine, I will go."Primadonna then got up, and dusted herself off with her uninjured hand and left to go to the parking lot.

As soon as she reached Bonnie's truck, she sat on the backside of it and took out the kit, then she carefully removed the glass piece and then calmed herself down.

Then she turned down to get a cotton and then wiped the blood off which showed "Wait what? I am sure there was a cut! I even removed the glass!" Primadonna then touched her hand again but there was no cut.

Now confused, she decided to go back to the field when she heard "Or, I could just eat her." wait what? She then bent down behind the vehicle she was near and looked out and saw Stefan and Damon were talking about something.

She was about to go back when she realised Damon had talked about eating someone, not something.. 'wait.. Is Damon a cannibal!? And who is he eating.?!

"You are not going to hurt her Damon" then Primadonna heard "No.?" Damon said in an amused tone, then she heard Stefan said "No, because I know that deep down you care about her, feel for her. I was scared that you had become the monster that you pretended to be."

Then Damon replied "whose pretending?" Primadonna was now scared 'I knew it! Something was wrong with these brothers. God I wish Elena could see this now, thank god my little crush on Stefan is dead now.. But that weird dream? Let's just ignore it.'

Then she heard Stefan say" Then Kill me" Primadonna's eyes went wide and then she thought 'wait what? Are they killing each other?'

Then Damon scoffed and said "Well, I am tempted" then Stefan shook his head and said "No, you're not. You've had lifetimes to do it and yet, here I am. I'm still alive. And there you are, you're still haunting me. After 145 years. Katherine is dead. And you hate me because you loved her, and you torture me because you still do. And that, my brother, is your humanity."

Then Primadonna was now in a shock 'wait.. Are they 145 years old?! What the hell!? Are they even human?!' then Primadonna saw her teacher, Mr. Tanner moving towards the boys 'Oh no.'

" Salvatore what hell?!we've got a game to play! And have you seen Neris?! The whole cheer squad is searching for her with her uniform in Bonnie's hand goddammit."

Then Before Stefan could do anything Damon sped off behind Tanner and killed him. Primadonna was now stunned.

She let out a pretty loud gasp as Tanner fell on the floor with a pool of blood,then she suddenly closed her mouth wishing they didn't heard her.

"You hear that brother? I believe we had an audience for our wonderful performance" Damon said as his eyes were now dark and veins were popping out near his eyes.

Then Stefan replied with a shaky voice "Please, Damon leave that person alone.. Let them go.." then Damon said "Oh no, we can't, let's play hide and seek stranger, even though I know where you are."

Primadonna then turned around and tried to run but then suddenly Damon's monstrous face was now in front of her and before she could scream he grabbed her and turned her around and blocked her mouth with his hand and rushed them back to Stefan, when Stefan saw her, his eyes went wide.

"Oh look brother, we had a VIP audience, little miss Tsimehcla Heiress with us, now what would daddy Tsimehcla think if he looses his only owner to his multi billion chain? Shall we take it? We can compel him to do so."

Stefan then said "Please leave her Damon, she is Elena's friend! You can't kill her! You can't kill anybody like that." Then Damon said "Boo, wrong answer"

He now his fangs out and was about to bite her when suddenly an amythest coloured force threw him away from her. Both the brothers were now shocked but knew that it wasn't Primadonna as they couldn't feel anything supernatural out of her.

Damon then turned back to normal and then got up, dusted his leather jacket off and said "Anyone, Anytime, any place" He then Grabbed Primadonna and shoved her at Stefan which made him catch her and place her behind him "Don't ever-even for a second-think I have my humanity. Oh wait. Almost forgot.Compel her brother, I don't want her screaming around vampires! Eek save me! After we go."

Stefan then reluctantly nodded and Then grabbed Primadonna face and then his pupils went large and he said" You saw nothing which happened here, you were coming back after finding something in your car and then saw Tanner dead and will scream as soon as we leave and you hear a snap."

Primadonna then pushed Stefan away and said" What the hell are you saying Stefan, what do you guys want? My dad can give it to you, trust me at this! But please leave me alone."

Damon was about to leave but then when he heard her both the brothers were shocked and Damon came back and scoffed saying" Drinking bambi really weakened you brother that your Compulsion doesn't even work anymore.. She was supposed to do everything you said now.. But I don't see her mindlessly repeating what you said. "

Then Damon pushed Stefan away and grabbed Primadonna face roughly and repeated the lines Stefan had said before but with little more frustration, Primadonna still didn't feel anything happening to her but she knew the brothers might kill her if it doesn't happen again so she decided to act and follow what Damon had said earlier.

"I was walking back after finding something in my car and then I saw Tanner dead on the floor and I will scream when you guys will leave and snap." Damon then smirked and then he said "That's how it's done"

Both the brothers left and then Primadonna placed her hand on her mouth, hyperventilating, then she suddenly heard a snap and gave the whole school her scream queen type scream.

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Primadonna was now between many students while Bonnie, Elena and surprisingly even Caroline were comforting her.

"God Prim.. This is the second time you saw someone like that except this time the person's dead." Caroline said, which made Elena and Bonnie glare at her, which made the blonde girl shrug.

Primadonna then closed her eyes when suddenly she saw Damon's face with dark eyes again and then when she quickly opened them she saw that she had bit of blood of Mr. Tanner on her sleeve when she had fell when the amythest force had made her fall down and Damon away from her.

She got up and said "Uh, I need to go, see you at the lock wood Manor tomorrow, bye" she waved them off and ran away to her car, when she reached her home she was got in her bathroom, turned on the shower and got in without removing her clothes and started to cry her eyes out because of everything that happened with her since the brothers have entered her normal extra character life.

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Hope (A stupid thing)

I asked my mom to ask my dad if I could go to the amusement park. He straight up said no to me hanging out with my friends when it costs him nothing. He's not the one taking me nor is he the one paying, i just don't understand my dad at all.

Literally am gonna be moving to another country and leaving all my friends behind. I want to make memories and hang out with them before I leave in 3 months. He doesn't seem to care.

Explains my relationship with my dad. I'm scared of him, can't even talk to him. I can't even ask him for anything, tears start pouring at just the thought of asking him for something. I tried to ask for anything once, I was crying the whole time, I was sobbing so much that my mom had to take over and explain what I wanted to do.

It's weird how I feel safe and unsafe at the same time. Comfortable and uncomfortable with my dad. I guess there's a certain line I'm good with.

I want to have a normal father-daughter relationship with him, like my sister does. I don't know how to. He's not a bad person, not a bad dad either, he's better than the rest in a lot of aspects. But our ideas conflict with each other.

Then my mom. She just came up to me and said I know you were crying and not eating just because of him saying no (the only reason she even figured it out was cause she went through my chats with my friends, she was smiling telling me not to be sad, as if it was something funny to her about me being upset over such a thing). You shouldn't be so affected by these type of things. I cut her off cuz I was gonna start crying & I knew where she was going with that "When you get married, this won't do. Suck it up". She got mad, and said "Ok continue being sad about your dad saying no." She's not wrong when she said that there were times when you could go and your friends couldn't.

But she doesn't see the bigger picture. When they go, they come freely, can leave at any time, I don't have that. They have more freedom overall. I don't. I won't in the future as well. I have to lie about the details so you can let me go, they don't. I have to go with someone, they don't. I can't go anywhere else, they can, they just have to inform their parents, I'll have to beg you guys, just for you to say no.

Something that always confused me is why I always try to hangout with my friends when they make plans, when my parents always end up saying no. So many times, I don't even ask my parents, and just tell my friends they said no, shows my expectations. This is the reason why I get so uncomfortable when someone does something for me, or listens to me, or when something goes my way.

Also the reason why I hide everything from them. Like why is she going through my chats??

This is why I can't wait to grab the opportunity to leave this house. It's not hell, i know people have it far worse. I'm probably being over-dramatic. I don't care enough at this point. It's still suffocating. I feel like I can't do anything I want. At least not what I really want.