#//ya know- just one elaborate musical trust fall

[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch cont. from xxx

The increasingly harmonic symphony of sounds does not escape her notice. So many years studying and bending the nature of music to her will has attuned her senses to even the most unassuming of rhythms in her environment. Anything. Anything at all can be the substructure of a song. Even ugly things. And how often had they verified this truth, when they'd crooned their derisive requiems over the anguished howling of the wicked and damned. They, with their canorous chemistry, could make any cacophony of dissonant noise into a beautiful hymn. Not that they would have to exert themselves here to achieve such ends; by the nature of earth's first safe haven, everything in this place seems to be in perfect harmony with itself. It might be blasphemous to consider, but she'd argue that even certain corners of heaven itself paled in comparison.

But what is this really about? That is what she's still trying decipher. Though certain clues in his increasingly solicitous demeanor are starting to paint a heart-fluttering first draft of an idea, but it almost seems too grand of a concept to chalk up as factual. After all these years, for him to suddenly decide he wants to become interlaced into something so eternally binding with her? It's...not impossible to believe. Not necessarily. But if those are the facts of the matter, does he comprehend the intricacies of such an arrangement? Does he understand the implications? Yes, he has taken to her people's customs like a shark to water, so much so that it is very easy to forget that he had ever been human at all, but he's also exceptionally impulsive. Has he considered that dropping anchor with somebody of her unremarkable social standing—a direct subordinate no less, might rub some people the wrong way?

I mean, all of that would be entirely irrelevant if it turns out he's actually just yanking her chain, which he has long since gotten into a pretty consistent habit of doing. Something like this, though? This would be a new low for him for certain. Something she's not entirely sure she could so readily forgive. It is no secret, after all, that her devotion stretches well beyond the bounds of an ordinary boss and attendant affiliation. For him to use something like that against her—

She feels his fingers curl snugly about the circumference of her hand which rouses a mirrored reaction from hers and she quickly decides that, no, she knows him better than that. For all the mischief and trouble he's prone to stirring up he has never been that cruel to her. So where does that leave them?

Teetering on the brink of a new chapter in this co-authored, political tragicomedy, she supposes.

When he decides to unearth the topic of V-day (if only in a passing remark), which she had made the executive decision of burying six feet deep In her psyche with every other regrettable affair her vicious temper has inadvertently landed her in, she all but shrivels like a popped balloon poodle, aptly adjoined by a truly miserable whimper of a chirp.

"...that was...I was just in a mood...it didn't mean anything...i—"

But he's not angling for apologies—she understands that when he captures the cherubic curves of her face in the tapered tines of gloved claws. Gentle. So gentle for something capable of the sort of horrifying destruction that could drive even the rat-gobbling, feather-clad bureaucrats of hell into hiding. Sometimes she wishes she had that sort of power, if only for the sole purpose of evicerating anything and everything that has, does and hopes to bring him any measure of harm. Every light in every eye that looks at him with anything but pure, unadulterated adulation; she would snuff them all out. She can't help the way she angles her face to catch the pad of his thumb under her lips. She feels vulnerable. Autopsied. Scalpeled open and splayed out with all her soft parts on naked display. Somehow she doesn't mind. Let him reach beneath the bird-cage of her ribs and feel how her heart flutters for him if he so pleases. This close, he might even hear how it rattles at the bars, like it's trying to break out and crawl up under his. Close isn't close enough.

She hates that fucking helmet.

But she reckons it serves a purpose here, so she won't kick up a fuss, settling for preening at the edges of the display instead, cooing her ardor so that it condenses against the sleek obsidian.

"I'm listening."

She's all too happy to spend the prelude to his performance tangled up in his wings, because she knows that once he takes off it could be days, if not weeks before she's granted another opportunity to hold him. People who don't know Adam might call him lazy and unmotivated but she knows exactly how hot the fire within him burns when he gets himself good and worked up. He isn't going to make this short and sweet. There isn't a doubt in her mind that he's going to give it everything that he's got. And so, she spends every last second of that first day priming him for the arduous endeavor he is about to undertake; preening feathers, kneading the intricate system of muscles responsible for maneuvering him through the air, chirping sweet nothings against the shell of his headgear.

Suddenly, when he breathes that first word, the garden of Eden might as well be any ordinary community park in the golden city. Enraptured is the only verb that comes anywhere close to being an apt descriptor for the flurry of emotions which overtake the "picture perfect porcelain" beneath Adam's knuckles. She chases the touch like a street mongrel who's only recently learned of the warmth and kindliness stored inside a human hand, swallowing thickly when he inevitably begins his ascent. Letting go of him is the hardest thing she's had to do in a hot minute—but she does all the same, granting him the space he needs to carry on with his performance.

Day bleeds into night bleeds into day. Every time she thinks he's left her thoroughly dazzled with the range of his croons or the intricacies of his tonal structure he outdoes himself. Again and again, until she's so helplessly enveloped inside the emotional turbulence rattling inside her mind that she can do little more than dazedly meander about the meadow, trying to keep track of him wherever he flutters.

And when his axe materializes in a brilliant flash of holy light, like she knew it eventually would, the resonant waves of sound which rattle through every atom in a radius which undoubtedly stretches far beyond the parameters of the garden shake loose the beady tears which had been performing a strenuous balancing act on her waterlines for a good long while now. Rolling, falling and landing on the verdant foliage below like shimmering morning dew.

[follows up from 3:12-5:24 ~]

The guitar's thundering addition to the intricacies of the little world he was building up with all manner of the garden's sounds would prove her right about his impulsiveness. It was not something so easily shaken from humanity quite like fruit from the tree of knowledge- even after the sort of transformation that heaven expected would fix. In truth, it was simply a Band-Aid that could get wet and peel off at the oddest times like the feathers he molted. If he had any second thoughts, there was simply no stopping him now that he had something to prove. And how he wanted to prove his worth to someone...amongst the shadows of the sanctimonious that looked more on him like a beloved family pet too novel to impound once his temperament took a turn for the worse.

He wouldn't wait for sunrise- he let there be light with every sparking shred of the double-edged weapon until the night around them bled gold. The divine energy that erupted from each fall of his arm sent bursts of thunder booming all around the clearing, rattling the boughs of trees and knocking their leaves loose into the swirling tornado forming around the launch pad of garden he'd picked- causing the firmly rooted flowers to bend over themselves as if they bowed to the source that would shred them just easily as it did sinners in the exterminations. Through the night, he devoted the collection of the mounting pressure born of his own special sound that even his own helmet couldn't fully replicate if it should ever fall into the possession of an imposter. She ought to know him by the sound alone, and he took enough time to allow her to feel every pulse of his being and all its twanging fibers.

"I could be your per~fect disaster-" He finally flung down a sentiment to reach her on the ground unshredded by the waves he wrought. There was a simultaneous desire to keep building their own little world, and to see her. No- he had to see her. Seriously, what if she'd already wandered off and he'd been doing all this for nothing (again-)? When he spotted her below, his crooning commenced.

"You could be...my-...!?"

Voice skipping a beat when he spotted the golden wet hue streaked down her cheek and welling, he drifted upside down into the tornado's swirl, allowing it to pull him to her as he continued strumming and feeding the sky with the axe pointed above them. With his face close to hers, he'd quietly arch a wing over to gently dust off gathered tears and flick them away as he murmured a "got you, babe" before starting the verse back up again with a light flap of his wings to help carry him back into the pull of the gathering storm's edges. "-I got you ~ a perfect disaster. You could bring my ever after! Yeah. You could... be my ever after- after all." After all they'd been through, if there were any lingering doubts, he let the storm shred them while it whipped and worked at splicing their soul sounds into the perfect mashup.

"We could be a perfect disaster....we could have an ever after!"

And on the fourth day, he would make the climb. He'd take their storm to heaven the way humans had tried many a time before- a mission doomed to fail, he knew. Symbolic and needed for the ritual of her kind. As he quieted the guitar to the demand of heaven's violins that he press on and not look back again if they were not to succeed, he used each elegant demand as stepping stones up the side of his summoned disaster until he reached the top of the tempest. Perched there there, he fed the beastly force a blast of drums collected in his sound files from all the exorcists - the beating of their weapons on the ground when they sought to synchronize their flight to hell before take off.

"Nobody told ya-" Mask flipped back to offer one challenging squint at the sky as the force behind him cupped him from beneath like the palm of a great hand lowering him back towards the ground. "-this was gonna fold ya?" With the axe at the ready just in case he needed a strum two or more up on high, he grinned as the pressure reached its limit against him holding it back beneath his angelic weight. "We'll go marching in-" with all the power preened from his and Lute's melodies, and the fluttering sounds of their flock stitched in for additional support. "Like toy SOLDIERS-!"

And with that, the storm of the godly fist flung him into the air with his wings tucked tight at his side to aid him in the first most perilous period of the ascent. And though his music was temporarily muted while he grit his teeth and relied on the storm's enduring power to push further into the atmosphere and past it, heaven's violins would follow his progress as he crooned to himself. She would hear it down below- irreparably bound if only for this moment should she not be there when he returned. "... to have and hold ya. Over sold ya..." He'd taken her for granted so many times, and he still did. But she convinced him cradled against his chest in the dark after a miserable night not knowing if she was really serious about returning that time or not. She would always be there bound as much to his soul as his axe was- why he hadn't realized that sooner when he even playfully held and used her as a makeshift guitar for his impromptu air solos, he didn't want to think about the farther he stretched the length of their bond tethering him down to her on Earth as if he worried such a thought might cause it to snap and leave him stranded amongst the stars. Stars... he could see them now - just nearly there when he felt the dwindled force beginning to pull back on him. Teeth grit, he willed a heavy step up and climbed the last few rungs of the divine violins' challenge before he hit the pocket of space that put the stop to his ascent once and for all.

And on the fifth day, he drifted amongst the vast emptiness of space, his way lit by stars, the moon and Earth at his back swirled blue and streaked white like a favorite marble in a collection amongst the rest. In the slowness of it all, he searched with softened reprieve. "Somehow don't ...you dare fail. Fail me now?" His talons grazed bits of space rock along his path as he approached the blinding brilliance of the moon. Pieces of it were left floating far out from every meteor that grazed it passing through, and he shifted his fingers through them like sand, searching for shards. "Ever After - somehow." Once he found two appropriately sized pieces, he pressed them against his chest which opened up a golden portal inside himself, sealing them away for safe keeping shortly before he drifted back to the drop off point.

"Don't - you dare fail. Fail me now, Ever After. Somehow...?"

He held the note in an uneasy warble caught in his throat with the apple, floating back upside down as he had to her earlier until he was lined back up with the Earth and Eden below him. Could she see him all the way up there - his golden light refusing yet to extinguish until he'd made it back to her? At the impatience of the violins that sang to him 'face the music when it's dire', he huffed. It would take the sixth day to fall. Though the first half of the descent was powered by more thundering slams of his guitar to help launch him back out of orbit and cut through the forces of the atmosphere seeking to catch him like a kite. He forced his way through it with each strum guiding a swirling nose dive down. As the ground eventually made its way into his perioherals- and the unmistakable glint of the gold in her eyes his eagle ones caught even up so high, he smiled. "Somehow don't- you dare fail. Fail me now, Ever After...?" And with a forceful strum to knock his dive speed back a notch, he grimaced hard as his wings helped to catch the brunt force of the original descent. He wouldn't be flapping any time soon now...throbbing and struggling at the currents as he used the last bit of his song's strength to float head first over Eden and crooned.

"Once upon a time...this place was beautiful and mine. But now it's just...a bottom line." The sentiment stung. He'd referred to the place in bitter contempt in the past as if convincing himself it wasn't as precious as memory could paint it. "Barely comes to mind..." But when he saw her amongst it...waiting for him- he knew that he was right. The beauty of Eden need not exist in his head because it was no longer there, but found in the stalwart gaze held below.

"Ever After, what is mine?" The First Man wondered to the sky, a hand outstretched as if an arm might reach down to save him from himself.

At the peak of the seventh day, he dropped- his energy spent and his wings too weak to beat, but outstretched in a hope of catching a current as the wind's edges beat the bruises into every feather and flung him to his fate.

[canmom]

Animation Night 150: INU-OH

Hello everyone! Tonight we celebrate ✨Animation Night 150✨. I never imagined I would still be running without pause for that long. In a few weeks it will be our third anniversary. They still haven’t banned me!

Tonight our subject will be Masaaki Yuasa, one of the most brilliantly inventive directors in the whole medium. Yuasa was the very first director I wrote about on here on Animation Night 12, and once again on Animation Night 28, which between them gave a pretty good survey of his works - works such as Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!, Devilman Crybaby, Kaiba, and Night Is Short Walk On Girl to name a few favourites. However, since then he’s gone and released another movie! Inu-Oh spent a long time touring the festivals, and then a while longer going around cinemas. I wrote this at the time I saw it...

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, seriously you gotta - Masaaki Yuasa totally outdid himself, the choreography and flow if it is just incredible and the whole concept (a biwa hōshi and the cursed mutant son of a noh performer invent glam rock to tell the story of fallen Heike soldiers) is both so out there I struggle to imagine how they came up with it, and yet a perfect evolution of the themes Yuasa explored in his films so far.

So… I was completely spellbound the whole time, it’s one of those films that really rekindles the firey love for animation after days of drawing tiedowns lol. The ideas for movement, the creative shot choices, the solidity and weight of the animation, the visual motifs, the music behind the animation… gaahh you guys it’s such a good movie that ties together so well. So glad to finally get the chance to see it. And you can trust that the very minute it becomes available on blu-ray, or at least the very week, I’ll be screening it on Animation Night.

Well, that day has come! I’ve got the movie and I’m gonna show it to ya.

So what’s this all about?

Perhaps you remember when we watched Naoko Yamada’s brilliant adaptation of the Heike Monogatari. This is the story of how the Taira or Heike clan, who once effectively ruled Japan back in the artistic and peaceful Heian period (literally ‘peace period’!) of 794-1185, got too ambitious and were annihilated by their rival Minamoto clan in what would later be called the Genpei War, bringing an end to the period of peace, and putting the samurai and their shogunate in ascendance.

You don’t need to know much more than that to follow Inu-Oh, which is set in the years after the fall of the Heike. The story was transmitted forward through history by the biwa hōshi, blind biwa-playing itinerant monks who would go about singing stories.

However, Inu-Oh isn’t really about strict adherence to actual history, as you’ll see! The premise is essentially that a radical young biwa player Tomoaru, blinded as a child by an ill-fated attempt to fish up the sword Kusanagi, encounters the mutant son of a noh troupe, who is haunted by the ghosts of the Heike soldiers who perished in the war. The effect of this haunting is to give him a strange body with long, distended limbs; he takes on the name ‘Inu-oh’ meaning ‘King of Dogs’. Inu-oh’s father rejected him, leaving him an outcast, but in Tomoaru he finds another outcast who doesn’t give a shit how he looks.

Our two boys quickly become best bros and driven by the ghosts’ call to tell their stories, invent biwa-based glam rock, creating a sensation as they sing untold stories with elaborate, pyrotechnic-laden preformances of songs such as ‘Burial Mound of Arms’... but in so doing, fall afoul of the new shogunate, as Inu-Oh’s father cannot stand to gain a rival in his rejected son.

Inu-oh is full of some of the most inventive and charming animation of music performances I’ve ever seen. I struggle to imagine how they came up with the ideas that drive this film. It feels like it’s constantly in spellbinding motion. The rougher lines and more detailed designs are a departure from the Flash style that Yuasa’s later films mostly used, much more like the ones in Heike Monogatari, but the young international animators at Science Saru pull it off incredibly.

There’s been much discussion of how to interpret Inu-Oh. Is it about Yuasa himself and his weird career? Is it about the struggles of art in general? There’s a nice review of it over on fufuro; for now I will just say that it reminded me why I love animation. (Also it’s gay as hell. Y’know. Just putting that out there.)

Along side this, I’m going to be bringing back a Yuasa work that I feel like we gave an unfair shake back in the day - MInd Game, animated at Madhouse in 2004 at the very beginning of Yuasa’s rise. Known for its incredibly varied and experimental animation, Mind Game follows a man who fails to intervene against an attempted rape and dies, but after a brief meeting with God, drags himself back to life and begins a surreal journey as he flees from the yakuza. Much of the film takes place inside a whale, where they meet an old yakuza who has lived there for decades, following how the characters and their relationships evolve (which is to say they go fucking nuts) - before an absolutely batshit final sequence as they attempt to make their mistake.

Mind Game notally marks the beginning of the collaboration between Yuasa and the brilliant Shinya Ohira, who provided some of his warping, expressionist rough pencils. It’s got a lot of naked people being flung around, wild smears, bright colours. The simplified designs allow the animation to be all the more creative. It’s hard to find anything to compare it with, really! Mind Game doesn’t feel like a Madhouse work. It only somewhat resembles Yuasa’s later works. If anything it feels like something you’d find on Catsuka at 2am. 

So I think it’s about time I revisited it!

I’ve learned a great deal more about animation and its history since I wrote about Yuasa before, and later I’d like to write a more substantial account of his works. But right now, it’s about time we started! Animation Night 150(!) will be going live now at twitch.tv/canmom, with movies due to start in about 15 minutes - I’d love to see you there to see what is probably my favourite movie of 2022! (even though it strictly came out in 2021). see you soon~

[once-upon-a-oneshot]

Friends with Benefits

Summary: You and Calum are friends with benefits, but what happens when one of you starts to want something more

Genre: Frat!Calum

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes

Word Count: ~900

“Same time tomorrow?” Calum asks as you clumsily climb out of his bed and search around the room for the panties you arrived in.

“Um,” As you reach under the bed, you feel the silk material in a crumbled heap. You pull it out only to realize that these are not the panties you wore here. In fact, they aren’t even yours. “I actually have plans.” You continued, throwing the panties away from you and wiping your hand on your still bare thigh.

“Plans?” Calum’s tone is doubtful, almost even mocking. But you’re too busy scowering the room for your panties to notice.

“Yep.” Deciding to abandon your search for your undergarments, you grab your pants off the foot of the bed and shimmy them on. “So, looks like you’re going old school tomorrow. Just you, yourself, and Miss Righty.” 

The way you grin to yourself as you pull your shirt over your head annoys him. He hates for any one, especially just some girl he hooks up with, to feel that they’ve got anything over him.

“Bold of you to assume you’re the only girl I call when I need to get off.” He pushes, raising an eyebrow at you. Uninterestedly you roll your eyes at him.

“Not only,” you smirk to yourself, “but best.” He’s trying to best you, but you’re not like all the other insecure girls he messes around with. You know what you’ve got, and you know what it’s worth.

“Again,” it was Calum’s turn to smirk at you. “Bold assumption”. Your only response it to roll your eyes as you bend over to pull on your shoes.

“I mean, for the past three weeks you’ve called me, what,” You turn your eyes towards the ceiling and scrunch your face pretending to think. For added measure you use one finger to solve an imaginary equation in the air. “Oh that’s right, every night.”

You won’t back down. But Calum won’t either.

“Yea, and who do you think I’ve called every morning?” Calum smirks triumphantly. You say nothing as you grab your purse and head for the door.

“Good, then call one of them.” You say it and mean it. Just like it was for Calum, to you this arrangement was simply a business transaction. A mutual exchange of sexual favors. Nothing more. 

“See ya.” You call over your shoulder as you finally walk out of the room. Leaving Calum naked and alone in his bed.

*****CALUM’S POV*****

Friday night. Exactly 22 hours since I last got off. I’m not OCD or anything. It’s just that over the years I’ve found that keeping a strict “booty-call” schedule made it easier to keep track of my endeavors. Not to mention it prevents the always awkward “two booty-calls running into each other” situation. If you’ve never experienced one chick leaving your room half naked, while another chick is walking in ready to smash, trust me – you don’t want to go there. However, it did make for some pretty hot hate-sex.

Not that the schedule really mattered much lately. There was really only one time to account for. (Y/N)’s time. Every night for the past couple weeks. 10 o’clock on the dot is her call time. Usually she won’t get here until about midnight, but that works out perfectly for me. The later it is the less likely she’ll be to try and hang out, or some shit, afterwards.

Throwing the weight of my body on the bed, I pull my phone out of my tight jean pocket and call her.

It’s not until she doesn’t answer that I remember about the bullshit “plans” she told me she had.  Whether they are real or not, they’ll just have to wait. Because right now, I need her. Well, my dick does anyway.

I call again. This time the phone rings twice and then goes straight to voicemail.

She sent me to voicemail.

This is probably all just some elaborate scheme to make me think she actually has better things to do than fuck me.

Two can play at that game

I toss my phone on the bed and head towards the bathroom. The sound of my phone vibrating on the bed makes me stop in my tracks. I smile to myself and eagerly make a move for the phone.

Eagerly? Why are you eager?

I blame it on my being horny. I can’t help the way my face falls with disappointment when it’s my friends contact name on my screen instead of hers.

Disappointment?

I must be really, really, horny.

“What?” I bark annoyed. It’s not actually him I’m bothered by, but he’s the one who’s available.

“Dude, where are you?” he’s yelling into the phone, and I can hear loud music blaring in the background.

“My room?” I don’t know what he wants, but if he doesn’t tell me soon this conversation is going to end.

“Oh, I figured you were at that Phi Delta party?”

“Well, I just told you I’m in my room.” I snap. “Why the hell would I be at some frat party?”

I’m far from the type. All those preppy douchebags. Running around with their gelled-hair, short shorts, and flip flops. What real man wears flip-flops other than to the beach? And even that is pushing it.

“Yea but-” the sound of his voice pulls me back to reality from my internal rant. “Your little fuck-buddy’s here so I figured-”

“Who?” I interrupt.

“Uh, you know that one chick. The one you rated best rack!”

“(Y/N)?!” I don’t know why but knowing that she was ignoring my calls, while she was probably running around with some douchey frat guy irritated me.

“Yea! Yea dude her! She looks-” Before he can even finish his sentence, I hang up the phone and grab my keys. I don’t know why I going to the party or what I’ll do when I get there, but right now all I can think about is (Y/N) laying in bed with a douche in flip-flops.

As I finally pull up in front of the huge trashy house, none of the irritation has left my body. Taking long strides, I make my way in the house and navigate through all the drunk teens determined to find (Y/N). I do a quick scan of the living room, the kitchen, the backyard, but she’s nowhere to be seen. With every room I check off the list, my fears of her being locked in one of those bedrooms upstairs with some guy grows.

Just as I’m about to storm up the stairs and kick in every door, I spot her walking through the front door, with a guy following close behind. The type of guy who looks like he wears flip flops. As I watch her grin from ear to ear, I can feel anger rumbling deep in my stomach. Suddenly the house feels hot. Too hot.

My eyes follow them into the kitchen. I count to 10, and I head towards the kitchen too.

“Wooow, hey.” I fake shocked to be running into (Y/N) here.

“Calum.” Her statement sounds more like a question as her eyes go wide.

“Plans huh?” My eyes shift to the tool standing too close to her. I mean come on its burning up in here. Definitely, too hot to be standing that close to someone.

“Yea. Uh Corey this is Calum, Calum this is my friend Corey.” Friend? Her friend Corey? And what I’m? Just Calum? What she should’ve said was ‘Douchebag this is the guy who fucks me better than anyone ever has be-‘

“Nice to meet you man.” Douchebag interrupts my perverse thoughts and reaches out to shake my hand. I don’t want to take it. Who knows where those fingers have been.

Hopefully not in her.

I choke on my own thoughts as my breathe gets caught in my throat. I burst into a fit of coughs and (Y/N) and Douchebag just stare at me like I just grew another head. Douchebag pushes his cup towards me and I take it. As I chug down the beer from his cup, I swear I can taste (Y/N)’s pussy on the rim.

His lips better have not gone anywhere near her.

I can’t stop the thoughts going through my head, or the places my fucked-up imagination keeps taking me, but I know it needs to stop.

I finish off Douchebag’s drink and hand the empty cup back to him. I can feel the alcohol immediately. My muscles ease ever so slightly and I’m starting to function like a normal human being again. I need to regain control of this situation.

“So,” I chose to not even address whatever the hell was going on with me a minute ago. “This is the hot date (Y/N) was all giddy about.” I challenge her.

“You told him this was a date?” Douchebag raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to (Y/N) who’s shooting me daggers with her eyes.

“Well I didn’t use those words exactly.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Damn this is embarrassing,” He continues. I smirk to myself and wait for the show to begin. “Because ... I’ve been telling everyone it was.”

Douche, and I can’t stress this enough, bag.

I can’t help but roll my eyes and scoff, which I play off as another cough.

“You Calum, should take care of that cough, and you Corey, follow me to the beer pong table.” I watch as she grabs his hand and pulls him back towards the living room.

I decide to stay in the kitchen and continue adding alcohol to my system. The liquor burns my throat but for the time being it stops the weird thoughts in my head and helps me think more clearly. I mean obviously I’m not jealous or anything because, why the hell would I be. He’s a douche yea, but not because he’s here with the chick I occasionally fuck. And obviously I’m not irritated with her just because she’s here with a douche. It’s just that I needed to get my dick wet and she ignored my call to be here with said douche. Like he’s somehow more important than me getting off.

I stumble back into the living room and find a spot on the couch. Of course from where I’m sitting I have the perfect view of the beer pong table, and therefore the perfect view and Miss Thing and her new boy toy.

I sit watching them as I down beer after beer. My eyes follow (Y/N) intently as she finally walks away from the table towards the kitchen again. Without thinking, my feet are carrying me to the kitchen right behind her.

“Are you like stalking me now Calum?” she spins on her heels noticing me trailing her.

“Fiesty.” I wink at her. She just rolls her eyes and continues over towards the punch bowl to refill her cup. “I just wanted to tell you how good you look tonight.” I lick my lips while allowing my eyes to rake up and down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.

“Fuck off.” She rolls her eyes at me while shaking her head. She knows this is a game, and she’s fighting hard not to lose.

“Damn,” I place one hand on her neck tilting her head to the side. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.” I make a move to attach my lips to her neck and she lets me. And I know I’ve won. I suck at the sensitive skin and try to push my body closer to hers. “Let me take you upstairs.” I whisper into her neck.

“See I would,” she speaks but doesn’t move away from me. “But, I have a hot date to get back to.” She finally pulls away from me. “I’m just so giddy about it.” She’s mocking me. She smirks as she brushes past me leaving me and my bulge alone in the kitchen.

One hour, and too many shots later I’m still here. At this stupid frat house with these stupid people. I could’ve just gone home, but something keeps me here. I think it’s my obsession with beating (Y/N). Finally proving to her that she should’ve been in my bed with me tonight. Not here with what’s his face. When the first bit of alcohol entered my system, it helped keep my thoughts from running wild. Now that it’s pulsing through my veins as thick as my blood, the thoughts have returned.

I sit on the stairs, watching as (Y/N) grinds her perfect ass against Corbin, or whatever the hell his name was. It makes me sick. He slides his hands down her hips. He could never navigate her body as well as I do – even if she drew him a map. I’m the one that knows all the right places to touch her. I’m the one who knows all the right buttons to push. My name is the name she calls out while I pound into her.

The alcohol is mixing with my lust and my anger and it’s pushing me.

Douchebag spins (Y/N) around and wraps his hands in her hair.

The way that I do.

He tries to lean in and kiss her, but just before his lips meet hers, I’m pushing him off of her. My mind is confused but my fist are determined. I tackle him to the ground and start beating the shit out of him.

“Calum! CALUM GET OFF OF HIM!” (Y/N)’s voice pulls me off of him when no one else has been able to. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I don’t know how to answer her, because truthfully, I don’t know what I’m doing. I stand there glancing around at all the faces of the small crowd that had formed around us.

“He-You-” I was struggling to find a way to blame them for this. She stands there impatiently waiting for me to speak. Her angered expressions triggers something in me. She thinks she can stand here and face off against me. What does she think? She can intimidate me or something?

“You’re the one who should’ve answered my call!” I bite back at her. “Then I wouldn’t have had to come to this stupid ass party in the first place!”

“Calum get over yourself!” Why can’t she just let me win. Why does she have to be so damn stubborn? My body burns with rage and the faces of all these staring people aren’t making things any better.

“What the hell are you all looking at?!” I yell at the nosy ass bystanders. I probably look like a mad man. Wild hair, sweating, with knuckles busted and bleeding. I look scary enough for the crowd to scurry away in all directions turning their attention to something else.

(Y/N), along with the crowd, turns her back on me.

“Don’t,” I grab her arm and spin her back around to face me. “Turn your back on me!”

“Fuck! Off!” She emphasizes each word never letting any of the anger simmer. She jerks her arm away from me and turns her back on me again. I want to say whatever I need to to keep her from walking away from me. And of all the things I could, and probably should say, the best I can do is:

“That guy isn’t right for you!” The words taste foreign on my lips. I’ve never been one to look of for what was “right” for someone. Especially not some girl. The second the words leave my mouth I want to shove them back down my throat.

Now she’ll think she got me.

Now she’ll think she’s won.

“Right for me? Christ Calum it’s a date, not a fucking proposal!” She’s pissed, but at least she stayed. (Y/N) marches up to get in my face. She’s not done with me yet. “And what the hell do you know about right for me?! We fuck on occasion but that doesn’t mean you KNOW ME!”

She turns around and storms off. This time I let her go.

As I watch her walk away from me, I get this feeling. A feeling in the pit of my stomach. A sinking feeling.

Don’t leave me.

The thought scares me. I’ve never wanted someone to stay before, nor did I ever want to want someone to stay. But as the possibility of her staying faded -- leaving me alone -- I realized how desperately I wanted it. How desperately I needed it. Needed her.

This wasn’t a game. It never was. But as she turned her back on me, I couldn’t help but feel like I had just lost.

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Alternate End Card For Putting Others First

So I was thinking about how we never got Virgil’s reaction to Janus being “accepted” (I do not trust that snake now) and decided to write how I think a scene like that could have gone down if it had been the end card for Putting Others First. And since Flirting With Social Anxiety comes next after POF, it only makes sense for a scene like this to be the end card for this episode so, yeah. Here ya go.

(And yes it’s in script format I really wanna do more of these)

VIRGIL’S ROOM- NIGHT

(Virgil is sitting alone in his room with headphones on. His eyes are closed and he’s bobbing his head to the music playing as he quietly sings the lyrics. One eye opens and he lifts one side of his headphones off his ear)

VIRGIL

Okay, Remus, if you’re in here you have exactly three seconds to get out before I- 

(He turns to his right where he sees Roman standing. The prince looks utterly distraught and is struggling to hold in tears. His hands are in his hair and he’s breathing is heavy)

VIRGIL

Whoa whoa hey! Princey you shouldn’t be here!

(He takes off his headphones and stands up)

I don’t know what’s going on but this is literally the worst place for you to be right now!

(Roman is unable to answer, his arms are now wrapped around himself and eyeshadow has already begun to appear under his eyes)

VIRGIL 

Come on Princey, either talk to me or- 

(He’s cut off by Roman)

ROMAN

He called me evil.

(Roman is still trying to hold himself together, his eyeshadow grows darker every time it cuts back to him. Virgil is confused.)

VIRGIL 

What? Who called you evil?

ROMAN

Janus...

(Roman spits the name out like it’s venom)

Janus called me evil...

VIRGIL

(He stares at Roman in shock, mouth hanging open for a second before his tone changes, becoming angrier)

Where did you hear that name?

ROMAN

He told us himself.

(Roman is already angry, the more he talks about it the more control he regains over himself and is able to stop the tears before they fall)

Took off his glove as if that made him suddenly trustworthy, which I guess it did because now he has them both eating out of the palm of his hand...

VIRGIL

Who is?

(He’s trying to keep his composure but is feeding off Roman’s rapidly rising anger)

ROMAN

Thomas! And...

(Roman hesitates before saying the other name, for a moment he looks uncertain before remembering everything that had happened and his anger returns)

And Patton.

VIRGIL

(He reels back, his mind is already jumping to conclusions that he isn’t sure are even true. Before he says anything he takes a deep breath before looking directly at Roman.)

Tell me everything.

END

(Little Note: So originally I was going to have Virgil get Roman out of his room first before they talked, but then I got the idea that Roman actually stays in there for too long and it eventually ties into Thomas’s deteriorating mental state since, as we’ve seen in this Asides, is just getting worse and worse and I’ve always wondered what would happen if a Side was to stay in Virgil’s room for too long and maybe I’ll elaborate on this later but for now it’s just an interesting little idea I had.) (But yes that does mean the video would imply that Roman stayed in Virgil’s room for far too long and if this had been a thing, wouldn’t have been outright revealed until later on but you’d get hints of it having happened throughout FWSA)

(One final note is that the main thing I’d want from a scene like this is to sort of have Roman and Virgil forming their own little alliance against Janus, and now Patton. Virgil’s now seeing firsthand what the effects of Roman being a pawn of Janus’s look like and is now determined to protect him from getting hurt again, even if it’s from Patton who, in his mind, has betrayed him by giving Janus his trust.)

(This would explain why Roman joins Virgil in being so antagonistic towards Thomas in FWSA and why the two are choosing to focus on lying being the issue instead of anxiety. Which there could then be scenes where we see Roman wanting to call Virgil out, but chooses to go along with the lying instead because as far as he knows Virgil’s the only one he has now. This would also explain Roman and Virgil’s behavior during the end card for Working Through Intrusive Thoughts where Roman hardly says a word to Patton while Virgil is the one snapping at him. In Virgil’s mind he’s just defending Roman who’s been hurt by someone he trusted.)

But yeah, that was fun! I can’t wait to do some more of these, and I dunno if y’all had some suggestions for alternate scenes (or just some hypothetical scenario) that you’d want to see feel free to let me know and I might consider writing it.

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For the kissing prompts I was thinking 7 with Bryce Langely ( I'm a weirdo sorry😑 ). But u is a mf QUEEN 💯. Luv u and ur work sooo much

7. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

So I just wanted to add Nonnie that you are not a weirdo. (Unless your saying that as a compliment to yourself, like I say I have my own kinda crazy. Lol, ya know a with pride thing.) I mean... I love Curtis, like I would marry Dirty Ax wielding Daddy tomorrow if he was real. We love the characters we love, they just spark something inside of us. Okay, enough Rambling on my part. I hope you enjoy babes. 

Kiss Prompts 

A/N- Since this is Bryce, there is Drug Use in this fic as well as the reader being under the influence. 

“Come on Baby.” Bryce had an arm wrapped around your waist to hold you back against his chest, his hand heavy and possessive against your stomach while he had his chin on your shoulder, swaying the two of you slightly side to side as some ridiculous drumming music played in the background. “I promise it will be good for you.” Bryce pressed his lips against your temple while you pressed back further into him, contemplating what he wanted from you. 

“Bryce, where did you get this batch?” You loosened his hold and turned to face him, and he grinned down at you, his eyes a bit brighter than usual in the dim lights. 

“You don't trust me?” He gave a slight pout and you glanced away, not wanting to frustrate him. Bryce could be a bit forceful when things didn't go his way. You were never quite brave enough to tell him a flat out no. You smirked at him to hide the uneasy feeling and then stuck out your tongue to him, mouth wide open for him to dispense what he wanted to give you. “Ahh, Thatta girl.” he praised while taking the dropper and let some yellow-tinted liquid fall to coat your tongue. “Just a few more...” he encouraged you, and you tipped your head back further, a few more drops falling down your throat. He slipped a finger under your chin to close your mouth. 

“Such a good girl for me. It’s gonna feel good soon,” he promised, but you could see some maliciousness in his gaze. A predator after his prey. 

Twenty minutes later, he had you on the couch, and you were starting to feel the effects on your senses. Colors in the room started to shimmer more vibrant, distort in size till it was a wave, making you blink and try rubbing at your eyes. Bryce’s arm was over your shoulder, his fingers gliding along your face, and tilting you to look at him. “How you feeling baby?” He hummed, kissing the tip of your nose. 

You try to make sense of what he was saying. You let your cheek lean into his touch. “You sound like pumpkin pie Bryce.” 

Bryce lifted an amused brow at you. “Elaborate, because fuck if your making sense.” 

You hummed while closing your eyes, licking at your lips as you listened to him speak more. “You sound smooth and decadent Bryce, like a slice of pie.” Bryce let his hand slide to the back of your neck and massaged it lightly till he folded his fingers around it. 

“Is that so? How about this, what is it?” Pulling you forward, his teeth were sharp against your lips, making you give a slight yelp, but you didn't fight against him. You wanted to crawl onto him, feeling overjoyed feeling him wrap around you. When he presses you back against the couch, you let him ride you back. His hand moves to grasp your cheek, and slapping it a bit when you seemed to get distracted by the pillows above your head. Oohing and Aahing at the colors. 

“Ow Bryce.” You pouted and he leaned down to put a bit of a kiss on your lips, pulling on your bottom one between the sharpness of his teeth. 

“You pay attention to me, you got it.” He let his tongue slide along yours while you whimpered slightly, trying to push his distracting shirt away from him. 

“Get rid of this, it's too much. It's so loud.” you whined at him, and he reared up to rip away his shirt, now your eyes widened at his chest, your hands pressing against the smooth skin, tracing his pecs and down to his abs, your mouth in an ‘O’ at the feeling of him. 

Bryce slapped your hands away and fell down over you. This time his touch wasn’t gentle. He dug his fingers into your chin, nails biting under your jaw as he crashed his lips to yours, his tongue forcing past your closed lips, making you open up to him. His tongue plunged deep, leaving no space between the two of you anymore. 

Bryce’s hungry groans filled your senses, his teeth crashed against your own, and he took what was his. He wouldn't be able to forget your panicked moans shifting into something needier. You wanted to remember this as well, your trip had you experiencing Bryce in a whole new way. You ended up clutching at his back, pressing his weight into you while your tongue traced over slick teeth and around his tongue. Frenzied bites and puffs of air when you two split. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Bryce breathed against your lips as you wriggled and whined at him. “All fucking needy as whining, just about to cry.” You nodded, and a few tears slid down your cheeks, which Bryce ran his tongue over your cheek, hissing against your temple. “So fucking weak, I can just do whatever I want. Those other girls always fought me. Not you though. Naw, you like this don’t you.” He laughed and you giggled with him, simply because you were so far gone now. 

Bryce wouldn’t be able forget the way you arched up, pressing your lips to his neck. “Kiss me again Bryce.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial once more, and took out the dropper. 

“Tongue out and I will.” This time you didn't even hesitate to stick your tongue out for more of the drug. Once it coated your tongue again, your high spiked again and you became pliant in Bryces hands, to use you as he wanted. He was able to justify it all easily, you had asked for it. 

[troop-scoop]

Youth III

Chapter Three -  Brawford

Word count: 2.3k

Series Summary: On a family trip to your dad’s home town of Hawkins, Indiana, you make a series of decisions that result in you ending up in the year 1983 with more questions than there are answers presently available.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader ( slow burn )

Chapter Summary: Some semblance of trust with Jonathan is built. Steve shows what you’d consider his ‘good side’ and you remember things from your early childhood and before you ended up in 1983.  

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“Where do you need to be dropped off?” Jonathan questioned quietly, turning down the music on the radio. The rain had let up a half-hour ago, and the sign welcoming drivers into Hawkins had been passed five minutes ago.

“Oh, the um – the motel. . . on Brawford.” You answered just as quietly. It was beginning to get dark. It always got dark quicker in the fall. You forgot why, but it always added to the feeling of fall. Dark orange sunsets and pink sunrises, leaves falling onto the concrete pavement for little kids to jump on while walking to school. At least that’s what you were reminded of in the early days of November.

But November always made your dad anxious when you were growing up. He’d always be tense throughout the first part of the month like he was ready for something bad to happen that he could focus all his attention on. But now, maybe you were actually beginning to understand why he got so uptight. Now that you thought about it, he really began to get nervous in late October as well, and in July was when he’d take a week or so off of work completely. Those were the days that worried you. He’d be held up in his office going through old things of his that he kept hidden away in the closet until that time of year.

November made sense to you now. But October and early July? Those were odd.

“The motel? Like, Linda’s motel? The lady who’s daughter used to babysit me?”

“Well, the owner is named Linda, I didn’t know her daughter used to babysit you.” You responded, shifting in your seat to cross your legs and bring your arms to tighten around yourself. “But yeah. You know, the only motel in Hawkins.”

Jonathan nodded, taking a right turn onto an unmarked street. But it was the way to the motel, you knew that.

“You’re emancipated, right? That’s the word around school.” The attempt at small talk was genuine, and it was obvious by how he gave you a quick glance before looking back to the road.

“Yeah.” Was your only answer. You didn’t know how to elaborate on that. You didn’t have papers. Just a load of cash you’d saved for over a year from doing chores, random bets with friends that you’d won. It allowed you to pay for a room and cheap food. But Linda had offered to let you stay there for free if you helped her around the motel. You’d agreed. So you washed sheets, made sure appliances were still working in rooms, cleaned rooms when people checked out, and went about their business.

The motel came into view when Jonathan turned onto Brawford, and the first thing you’d noticed was the red BMW parked near the front office, with a familiar brunette leaning against the trunk of the car. There was only one person in all of Hawkins you knew who had such an expensive car.

“Harrington knows you’re staying here?” Jonathan asked, pulling into the parking lot and into a spot a few spaces away from Steve’s car.

“I never told him.” You responded, reaching into the backseat, grabbing his shoulder bag, and pulling it into your lap. Counting out the number of posters, you took half of the stack and a random pen from the bag. Tearing off a corner from a poster you wrote down the number for your motel room and handed it to him. ��If you need help with anything, call me. I’m serious.”

Jonathan nodded, taking the small piece of paper as you got out of the car. The sound of distant cars driving by against the set street could be heard, as well as drops of water sliding off the roof of the motel and hitting the metal railing. You looked at Steve, hearing Jonathan drive out of the parking lot and down the street.

“I wouldn’t expect to see you here, Your Majesty.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes at your greeting. He crossed his arms over his chest, which is when you noticed the thin black notebook, with red ink scratched into it. He saw you look at the notebook and he held it out to you.

Holding the stack of posters close to your chest with one hand, you reached out and took the notebook from him with the other. “Mr. Swann told me, to tell you, to stop writing in red pen.” You chuckled a bit at his comment, placing the posters on top of the notebook and holding it close.

Steve gave you a questioning look before reaching his hand back out, his index finger hooking onto the notebook and pulling it to be parallel with the ground so he could see the posters. “You’re helping Jonathan? I thought that was about your project?”

Sighing, you pulled the notebook back. “His brother’s missing, Steven.” At the sound of his full first name, Steve shifted uncomfortably. “No one at school is in his corner, right now. Sure, people are volunteering, and the cops are trying to help, but no one at school is actually trying to support him. Besides, Will needs to come home.”

“He’s a bit odd. I’ve known him since preschool, I just-”

“He has issues opening up. That’s it. I’m sure having people think you’re odd since preschool doesn’t really help.” Steve sighed at that, looking down at the ground, kicking the ground with his foot, almost gently. “You know, if you went missing, I’d help try to find you.”

At that, the two of you seemed to switch demeanors, with him looking up at you and you turn your attention to the wet ground. “Begrudgingly.” You added quickly, getting a laugh from him.

“Well. . . It’s something, I guess. Not as rude as I thought.” He joked, moving to open the trunk of his car. Looking up you watched as he pulled out a plastic bag, and hold it out to you.

“If you put anthrax in there-”

“Y/n, are you serious? Where would I get drugs?”

“I mean, I’ve heard you talk about weed before.” You responded, taking the bag from him. Holding the notebook and posters between your upper arm and ribs as you held open the bag and reached in for something that was in plastic packaging. Turning it in the bag to see the Sony logo. A metallic, pink, rectangular device in the packaging. “A walkman?”

“Yeah, I figured you’d like one. Everyone else seems to have one, except for you.”

“What’s the catch?” You asked, tilting your head.

Steve shook his head, placing his hand over his chest in fake offense. “Catch? What, I can’t buy something nice for a friend?”

“Oh, so we’re friends?” You asked, a smile creeping onto your face. “I already owe you like five bucks for lunch last week, it’s starting to feel like you're trying to collect as many favors that you can cash in whenever you want.”

Steve shook his head again. “No. I had to go to Radioshack for my mom, I saw the Walkman and thought you’d like one.”

Nodding in response you grabbed a plastic case, the cover for a familiar album. “AC/DC? You bought me cassettes?” You hadn’t had anything to listen to music on for a while. Sure M.TV was available in your motel room, but the speaker was fuzzy and sometimes cut out during the best parts of a song.

“You don’t really strike me as Rick Springfield kind of person.” He shrugged. “You seem more like a rock kind of person.”

“Hey, Jessie’s Girl is gonna be a classic, just you wait and see. You’ll be begging your future kids to stop playing it.” You responded. “But. . . yeah. I get it from my dad. Queen, The Smiths, The Clash.”

The two of you stayed quiet for a second as you looked into the bag again, seeing a few more protective cases for cassettes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come over? Carol’s been up my ass all day about trying to get you to come, and from what I’ve noticed, you don’t hang out with people outside of school.” The concern that was mixed into his voice was subtle, but you noticed it, and you’d lying if you said you didn’t appreciate his concern. He cared about people. While a lot of people wouldn’t see Steve Harrington as the type, you knew he was. He was just so wrapped up with Carol and Tommy that he didn’t take the time to realize he treated others.

“I’m sure. Parties aren’t really my thing, even with only a few people. Three’s a crowd, ya’ know.”

Steve gave an understanding nod. “Right. . . Enjoy your music, by the way, asshole.”

“Enjoy your party, douchebag.”

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The smell of coffee, cinnamon, and fresh baked goods surrounded the coffee shop as you held onto your little brother’s hand. The two-year-old little boy had just started to walk outside of the home, though he still insisted on holding someone’s hand. Considering you were the closest to his height, he usually went for you.

Waiting by the counter with your dads for your drinks allowed your gaze to wander. The warmth that the shop usually offered seemed to fade, and be replaced by a cool air that surrounded you and as that happened you saw a young woman with a child around your brother’s age. She wore a pale pink sleeveless shirt tucked into a flared skirt. Her hair was neatly done and put up, and her jewelry was sparkling around her neck and wrist. A single silver ring with a diamond on her left ring finger.

The woman looked directly at you, readjusting her grip on the infant she was holding and giving you a warm smile as she walked towards the counter.

Looking up to your dads to see if they had noticed her as well, you saw they were talking to each other, and when you looked back over to where she had been, the warmth of the coffee shop came back and the woman was gone, as well as the child.

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“Torrey-”

“Oh hush, James.” Torrey held her finger up to James’ mouth, he stepped back a bit, grabbing onto Olivia’s shoulder as the older girl moved to her bed, reaching under and grabbing a bag from underneath. “We’re going on an adventure. Buddy up, losers.”

Looking over to your left you saw Daniel looking at Torrey with a skeptical look, sitting on the arm of the rundown couch in the motel room. His brown hair unbrushed and sticking up in random directions. The imprint of the seam of his pillow in his cheek from when he was sleeping. You already felt bad enough that you had to wake them up because Torrey was on some sort of sugar rush.

“This is a terrible idea,” Olivia grumbled, pulling on her vans and hoodie. “Dad’s gonna kill us.” She added, speaking mostly to Derek. James, Derek, Issac, and Olivia were all siblings. With Olivia being the only girl in the family and probably the second most reasonable out of her siblings. James was first in that regard.

“What? You think mine won’t kill us?” Torrey asked, gesturing to her two younger siblings, Sarah and Howard. “They’ll be fine,” Torrey added, gesturing to you and Daniel. “Uncle Will is always nervous to even take something away from them. Especially, Y/n. She’s daddy’s little girl.”

“Shut up, Torrey!” you told her, grabbing your jacket from the armchair. “I am not ‘daddy’s little girl’ I do what I want!”

“Oh yeah? Then don’t chicken out, we’re gonna go to the liquor store. I’ll buy you guys some drinks, just not actual liquor. I’m not gonna be responsible for Uncle Will’s little girl getting blackout drunk.”

“You know how Will is with her, he’ll lose his shit if he knows she even left for the vending machine!” James defended you.

“No, I’ll come! I can keep a secret.” You responded, looking up at your oldest cousin, even in the dim lighting with only the lamp on Torrey’s nightstand on, you could tell that her dark brown eyes were narrowed in doubt. “You know, for someone who’s in college and engaged, you’re a terrible influence.” You told her.

“Believe me, I know. Buddy up!”

Sighing, you looked over to Daniel who had gotten his shoes and jacket on as well and was already walking over, taking your hand as Torrey went over to the door, unlocking it and looking both ways down the walkway, before turning to look at the rest of you who had already grabbed someone’s hand. She held her finger up to her lips letting out a ‘shhh’ before slipping out of the door, with Derek and Sarah following right after, then James and Olivia, You and Daniel, then Howard and Issac following right after. On your way out, you noticed a small dent in the wall, like when you missed the nail and the hammer hit the wall instead. It had clearly been painted over, but it was there.

Issac closed the door with a quiet click just as you had all reached the stairs, quietly stepping down the stairs and down into the parking lot.

Your cousins didn’t seem to notice, but you had, the front office was lit up, the floor to ceiling windows allowing you to notice the old woman, likely in her 80’s looking at all of you, but making eye contact with you. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost.

The owner of the motel came out from the backroom, going to the old woman and taking her away from the windows. The younger woman was still older, but she looked at you all as well and froze.

You knew staring was considered rude, but you couldn’t help but stare. Both women seemed as though they’d seen something unbelievable. You only looked away when you were so far away that you couldn’t see them anymore.

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OC Interview -- Sylvas Sha’ael (1/4)

I was tagged by @swtorizz @inventedbyawriter @shanfamilydrama and @theniveanlegacy (that's why there will be 4 parts, get ready xd)-- thank you all for tagging me 💙✨

Hello there! My name is Bagel, and I have some interesting people coming in today to answer questions, our first guest is an already infamous chiss smuggler!

(Artwork by @sentinelapologist 💙✨)

► Name? ➔  They smile charmingly as they plop down in their proper seat “At this moment in time? Sylvas Sha’ael.”

► Are you single? ➔  They chuckle “Hah, it’s complicated, but I’d say yes”

► Are you happy? ➔  “I’m good, there are refreshments, and no one’s shooting at me yet”

► Are you angry? ➔  “Nah, you’re good”

► Are your parents still married? ➔  They cock their head to the side, calculating for a few seconds “Pret-ty personal there, huh. I don’t know, you tell me”

NINE FACTS

► Birth place ➔  They shift a bit to sit cross-legged “Corellia, or so I’m told”

► Hair color ➔  “Black. Mostly. ”

► Eye color ➔  Their eyes narrow a bit “...Red”

► Birthday ➔  “29th day of 6th month, and yes I stopped paying attention to years a while back”

► Mood ➔  They flip their legs up on the armrest and sit sideways, more lounging at this point “I’m peachy, thank you~”

► Gender ➔  “Nah”

► Summer or winter? ➔  “I hate when it’s too hot so, winter. Easier to counter-act too much chill than the other way around”

► Morning or afternoon? ➔  “Morning. Surprisingly, considering I love sleeping in. But on the rare occasion, I vastly prefer it”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE -- “Dear gods, okay” They laugh and stretch a bit more.

► Are you in love? ➔  They raise one eyebrow and smile knowingly “Maybe”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔  “Not really, no. Attraction or infatuation at first sight? Yes.”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ They wince and smile bitterly “A sniper. No, I won’t elaborate”

► Have you ever broken someone's heart? ➔  “I wouldn’t put it past me, I always try to be upfront about my feelings in those situations but-- probably”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔  “Not really. It is complicated tho, considering I like having multiple partners-- takes negotiations”

► Have you hugged someone within last week? ➔  They straighten up and sit normally for a second to think  “I didn’t actually. That’s unacceptable!” They jump out of their seat and run backstage. There is some commotion, a muffled yelp, and laughter following it. Sylvas returns to their seat after a few moments with a huge grin and after cleaning their throat they continue “Yes”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔  “Oh yeah, multiple. And usually not that secret honestly.  I still get messages and gifts from time to time. It’s very flattering, my ego loves it”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  Their wide smile recedes slowly into a thin line “It’s hard to say. Let’s skip this one”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust? ➔  “Both is best. I let my lust be tinted with love, even for passing partners, or maybe not love. Adoration, infatuation. I really like making people feel good in my company. Am I romantic at heart? Maybe” They wink at the camera and lean back more comfortably.

► Lemonade or ice-tea? ➔  “Mix them!”

► Cats or dogs? ➔  “Droids” They keep a straight face for about 10 seconds before starting to chuckle “Joking! Both are great, but I’d skew towards cats”

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔  “A few best friends, I like having a limited, trusted circle. Safety reasons” They smirk but it has a sharp edge to it.

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔  “ A wild night out followed by a stay in, possibly even a sleep-in” They shrug “I like both, it’s a theme”

► Day or night? ➔  “I like day. Nights are great but, I tend to stay up late with occasional insomnia and it gets lonely… too much space to overthink things. Days are full of movement, I prefer that.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔  “Yes, I did. Multiple times. That’s why I now have a stealth generator”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔  “... Yes. Once, and then out the window. It’s a long story. No, I won’t tell it” They have a shit-eating grin on their face.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  “I’m not used to denying myself what I want but, there were a few times…” They trail off for a few seconds, eyes unfocused, before smiling apologetically.

► Wanted to dissappear? ➔  “Few times. Curiously I actually did manage to disappear for real”

FOUR PREFERENCES -- “Wait, wait, wait! Where’s the fifth ‘Have you ever’? I’m not that bad at counting you know…” They lean in and smile wider “Are you blushing, Bagel?”

--TECHNICAL TROUBLES -- WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK--

It pans back to Sylvas very happy with themselves, back to lounging across their seat. “Let’s continue~”

► Smile or eyes? ➔  “Ugh, decisions, decisions-- I like both, kay?”

► Shorter or taller? ➔  “Either is fine. I do appreciate taller tho, can be lots of fun~”

► Intelligence or attraction? ➔  “Attraction at first, but damn it--  both again. I’m predictable I know”

► Hook-up or relationship? ➔  “I do both, at the same time too. With everyone involved in the know, alright? Both is a different kind of fun and let’s leave it at that” They scoot around a bit, ending upside down with legs over the back of their seat. “What? Continue~”

FAMILY  -- There’s a prolonged whine “Do I have tooooo?”

► Do you and your family get along? ➔  It’s hard not to smile at them sitting like that “I guess we don’t really talk. Becuz, ya know-- I don’t know them. But I do consider Liz and Rilfaen my family so we are pretty good. Didn’t see them for a while but we write and holo-call, they are busy ladies after all”

► Would you say you have a 'messed up life'? ➔  “My life is… interesting. But nah, some had worse”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔  “I did quit my apprenticeship to jump ship with some smugglers out of Corellia-- but I already was an adult, well. Kinda. And just sneaking out doesn’t count”

► Have you ever got kicked out? ➔  “Not from home!” They laugh and nearly fall over, but catch themselves on the armrests.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends?➔  “Nah, I have a handy name for people I hate. Enemies, ya know. I usually have trouble with hiding my ire towards someone, so yeah”

► Do you consider all your friends good friends? ➔  “Yes, I do”

► Who is your best friend? ➔  “Again split between Liz and Rilfaen, they are very important to me”

► Who knows everything about you? ➔  “I’d like to say no one, I try to keep some secrets to myself-- keeps things interesting”

“Are we done? Lovely” They stand up and stretch, sure to make their shirt ruck up a bit as they wink at the camera. Music starts playing over the footage but Sylvas and Bagel talk and smile, laughing at something or other. In the end, they scoop Bagel into a tight hug, picking them up.

NEXT IN LINE -- GRAZ’ZT TENAR’RI, LORD OF THE SITH-- STAY TUNED

(I’ll tag @whoever-would-like-to-do-it @chaoticspacelesbians​ @kyber-heart​ @dragonheart-swtor​ -- if you want obviously, no pressure from this Bagel~)

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 30.10.20 lb

lol ishani is suchhhhhhhhh a messy bitch. not even pretending to look less than outright gleeful.

le, iska rona shuru. god sis, you knowwwwwww these bitches have it out for you, then why do you give them the satisfaction of seeing this reaction???

yeh aadmi hai ya bhagwaan? koi bhi jagaah koi bhi time marzi se prakat ho jaata hai.

THAT FUCKING STUPIDASS SCARF IS RUINING THE WHOLEEEEEE LOOOK. GOD WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO HIM?????????

TUMNE JITNE TELLYWOOD FANS KO KHOOOON KE AANSOON RULAAYE HAINNNNA SHIRALI, BHAGWAN TUMHE IN PAAPON KE LIYE KABHI NAHI MAAF KAREGA!!!!!!!!!!

also, just noticed the set and production design credits and finally have names to put on all the hate mail i wanna send.

naaaah jk, i think it's really nice that they got employment in this pandemic, even with their OBVIOUS lack of taste. so much so, that it seems to be a medical condition! 

anyway, he said he got this sargi for ishani on behalf of angre, but since she's got hers anyway, this one can be given to riddhima. noice. this fucker be worming his way into my heart with shit like this.

inka phir se popat bann gaya.

mummy biting out and giving the worst blessing of all, “sadaa suhaagan raho.” which is just an elaborate way of saying "hope you die before your husband does, because life without a man is worse than death itself!!!!!!"

“thank you mummyji. aapne ~~sachchi neeyat~~~ se sargi taiyyar kii thi toh dekhiye, mere haath khaali nahi hain!”

lmao nice. where was this riddhima allllll along?????? i've been waitinggggg for this snarky bitchhhhh who doesn't take shit!!!!!

le, aadarsh bahu mode is back on. sab ke liye koi paath ka intezaam kiya. chanchal chachi was right, she's suchhhhh a annoying suck-up to dadi, honestly.

husband is like here, no one's looking; sneak some almonds, come on. yes, i approve. this the kinda man* you want ladies. one who's willing to have a few hours taken off his lifespan so you don't get hangry.

(*T&C strictly apply: only in this feeding waala criteria wrt this dude. baaki sab toh disaster hi disaster hai iss mein.)

“kaisi baat kar rahe ho??? vrat sachchi nishtha se kii jati hai. koi nahi dekh raha par bhagwaan dekh rahe hain!”

lmao, the most appropriate response. 

wait you guys genuinely need a gif of this moment, coz it’s priceless:

i can't believe they don't let this dude move his face in this show when he is the MOST ENTERTAINING when he doessssss.

he's like dude i'll adjust with the 2 hours less in my life, but dharampatni is i won’t let you escape a minute of suffering existence in this flesh prison we’re all trapped in, so help me god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

who the fuckkkkkkkkk is this????? and you know you didn't need a needle on the syringe for this whole thing, don't you???

vansh's "baaz ki nazar" toh i've long given up on, but riddhima's peripheral vision also seems to be completely shit if she didn't notice a wholeass person wrapped in all black skulking around directly in her eyeline, not 10 feet away.

lmaooooooo dadi is like tf you doing here, and the hasty retreat he beat. scaryass men soft for their sweet old grandmas is a trend i really do love in tellywood.

oh i like ishani's outfit.

blah blah blah KC gyaan idgaf.

riddhima has lit diya and instant cough attack from the smoke.

it's her. she's the one who did this. looks like she's okay with bhai dying a few days earlier than fated, as long as it means she knocks riddhima down a few pegs.

mummy rubbing it in saying dekho yeh akhand paath hai, beech mein rukna nahi chahiye, apshagun hota hai. godddddddddddddd.

I HONESTLY CANNOT WATCH HER COUGH AND CHOKE THROUGH THIS THE SHEER RIDICULOUSNESS OF THIS IS FUCKING KILLING MEEEEEEEEE

yeh lo ji, parmeshwar prakat ho gaye to save the day and read the paath himself.

all dudes in the world should be in whatever business this guy and angre are in. ki biwi mil gayi toh it manages itself while he devotes himself to her.

lmao the sheer earnestness with which he's narrating the KC paath. both wholesome and fucking hilarious. looks like those primary school kids at their first public speaking contest.

i am ishani. god, why won't this scene just endddddddd already, i'm dying of cringe.

whoooooooooooops. bhai is pointedly asking ki how riddhima's throat got messed up when she was fine like 3 min ago.

behen is giving earnesttttttt excuses and he's really "sure jan"-ing her.

dadi's all no matter what issues crop up in these two's lives, i'm sure they'll win over it with their lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrve. yeah, it looks that way rn, but i wouldn't be quite so optimistic yet, dadi.

literally no one is surprised by this revelation.

oh god, she has something more planned. man who are these ppl with so much energy in their lives WHILE PREGNANT, to do such scheming and plotting??????? just my period cramps have me taking 2 hours off work to curl up on my heat pad and cry about ouchieeeeeee.

great. ragini ko ab daure pad rahein hain.

and poor angre is saddled with getting her treatment. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL THESE TROUBLESOME WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE VANSH?!?!?! EK ADIYAL BEHEN ISKE SAR PE BAANDH DI HAI WOH KAAFI NAHI THA, KI AB INVALID EX KO BHI ISKE HI HAATH MEIN THAMAA DIYA. i know you got your hands full with that disaster wife of yours, but come on man.

oh god is he gonna blow up at her again for eavesdropping!?!!?!?!?

thank the lord above, she had airpods in. (also lmao, ofc she's literally the airpods meme.)

isn't HE supposed to give HER a gift today???

i liked his other watch better. but this watch is supposedly riddhima “ke dil ki dhadkano se judi hai” so........ i'm no expert in cutting edge watch technology, so sure. sounds like something that would be available for the wives of billionaire gangster’s wives to buy.

oh man she got herself a matching one. which ofc is “tumhare dil ki dhadkano se judi hai.” lord, she CHEESY CHEESYYYYYYYYYYYY. and i'm mildly lactose intolerant, so 🤢🤢🤢

this dude is not though. he falling for this hard and fast. which is....... unexpected. nice, but also suspicious.

“yeh ghadiyaan chahe rahein naa rahein riddhima, lekin tum mere dil mein hamesha rahogi.”

that's sweet. and i'd believe and squee over it if this was any other show. i would. but in this show, literally everyone other than dadi/siya is out to fuck each other over and i don't trust a single goddamn word out their hissy snake mouths.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand ofc he's vrat-ing for her too. BECAUSE THIS IS A FEMINIST SHOW WITH THIS VERY FEMINIST HERO OK?!!!!!!?!?!!!!?!? THIS ONE EPISODE ABSOLVES ALLLLLLLLLLLL THE OTHER 98 EPISODES FILLED WITH HOT FLAMING TRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!

“apni umar badhaake kya karoonga main, agar tum saath nahi ho. main chahta hoon ki tum meri zindagi ki aakhri saans tak mere saath raho.”

again, very very sweet and all, esp. with these soft melty eyes; but it's this show. and we saw the upcoming promo. sooooooooo, kill bill sirens in my head, i'm afraid.

both mann hi mann mein deciding to tell each other the truth about their backstories after the vrat. which should work out splendidlyyyyyyy.

lo ji dream sequence shuru. voot blocked the music but colors put up the scene with bol na halke halke on instaTV so i watched it there.

yesssssssssss you messy trainwrecks. get it onnnnnnnnnn.

this is literally alllll i am watching this show for. the moment y'all bang in canon, i'm outttttttttttt. it's always the best time to quit a tellywood show. always. take this protip from wise, old TT. quit the show the episode the lead couples fuck. just trust me on this.

idk WHOSE dream sequence this is, but lmao it's got the vibes of a not-that-great wedding "promo" thing ppl have got going on these days. which one of y'all is binging these on youtube and thus has their subconscious filled with it/??? it's gotta be riddhima, but it would be absolutely fucking hilariousssssss if it was in fact, vansh.

yup. it was her dumb ass. i bet she had the exact video in mind for kabir and just cut-copy-pasted vansh's face in there from the last week onwards.

oh chachi's back from maayka for vrat kholing.

mans literally do be looking like the chand today. because they eased up on his yellow foundation, thank god.

poor ishani. god, this is why we need feminism. so our sisters don't get pushed into shit like this against their willllllllllllllllll.

dadi and siya shipping riansh to the point of making ppl uncomfortable. what next, you gonna be writing mature fanfic about them on IF????? BACK THE FUCK OFF, YOU WEIRDOS.

“humaare plans kamyaab hote toh vansh iss waqt riddhima ko zeher ki pyaali pilaa raha hota. hmph.”

lmaoooooooooooooooo mummy is an eternalllllllll mood.

this one is getting overly emotional about her first completed karwachauth vrat. eat a snickers, bitch.

dadi overpromising and saying shit like evennnnnnnnn god himself can't shake your love for each other, tumhari prem kahaani billlkulllll pooori hogi and what not. oh dadi, did YOU not see the promo?????

this one got the footage she needed and has duly handed it over to bhai. both of vansh's sisters have the trait for going straightttttt to him with their sordid discoveries, albeit for completely polar reasons.

lmaoooooo the way she peaced out.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's started growling about how all this KC naatak was fake and and vowing revenge and games for her dhokaaaaaaaaaa. i hate to say it but............ i told you so.

also abbe oh gobar ganesh. itna CCTV footage mila hai kahin se, toh baaki ka bhi toh dhoond, where you see how she got into the bloody dickey?!?!???! nahi, 2 out-of-context second hi dekh ke paagal saand ki taraah bekaabu ho jaana hai. shit for brains, literally everyone in this show has.

anyway, if i was vansh’s murti maker, i��d be expecting a call righhhhhht about now. riddhima yahaan rahe na rahe, uski murti zaroor rahegi, which vansh and his next paramour will demolish together as a bonding/foreplay exercise.​

[inukouga]

memories through song

inuyasha pride month 2020, day 18 - inukog

Kouga plays a quick little tune. “So. What’d ya think?” He takes note of Inuyasha’s ears, which are laying flat against his head at the harsh sounds, and snorts. “That fuckin’ bad, huh?”

“Was a lot worse than I thought you’d do, and that’s saying something.” He hears Kouga laugh.

non au

pairing(s):  inukog (established)

words: 1.4k+

a/n: initially wrote this for inukog week when the prompt was ‘music’ (which is why it’s about what it’s about) and forgot to finish it until it was too late.... but now im finishing it and posting it for inukog day babey!!!! you can read this on ao3 as well! i’m inukouga on there too

“...What’s that?”

They’re resting after a successful hunt, with Kouga lying against Inuyasha’s shoulder as the latter sits against the walls of the cavern.

Kouga sits up and looks over to where Inuyasha’s pointing, and spots what, at first, seems to be a short stick on the cavern ground. He frowns, initially confused, before his eyes light up with recognition as he leans forward to examine it more closely.

“What? Oh, the flute? We use it for certain traditional ceremonies and stuff. Like vigils, marriages, burials and a few others,” He picks up the crudely carved wooden flute and holds it out for Inuyasha to see it better. “ Lots of people in the tribe were taught to play by the elders or their parents. Some of ‘em really end up enjoying it and learn until they master it. Even use it to communicate with ancestors.”

Inuyasha peers at it curiously. “Huh.”

“Was never too good at this,” Kouga says. There are a few things etched on it; Inuyasha can make out strange, foreign symbols he doesn’t understand along with a deep groove that vaguely resembles the silhouette of a howling wolf. “It’s more Hakkaku’s thing.”

“You play?” Inuyasha asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Kinda? Hakkaku taught me how to play a long time ago, but I’m definitely not as good.” Kouga dusts off the mouthpiece and plays a quick little tune. “So. What’d ya think?” He takes note of Inuyasha’s ears, which are laying flat against his head at the harsh, jarring sounds, and snorts. “That fuckin’ bad, huh?”

“Was a lot worse than I thought you’d do, and that’s saying something.” He hears Kouga laugh.

“Oh, yeah? Think you could do better, pup?” Kouga asks. Inuyasha rolls his eyes at the stupid nickname that he’s definitely not secretly fond of.

“Yeah, I mean how hard can it be?” 

“It ain’t as easy as it looks, trust me. ‘Sides, this one isn’t too well made,” He runs a clawed finger along its jagged edges. “One of the younger wolves must’ve made it.”

Inuyasha smirks. “Keep makin’ excuses.”

Kouga scoffs and tries to play another note. It sounds slightly better this time, but Inuyasha still winces exaggeratedly, chuckling when the wolf demon rolls his eyes.

“Oh, quit whinin’, it wasn’t even that terrible that time.”

It honestly hadn’t been. But Inuyasha can’t resist messing with him a little bit.

“Whatever helps ya sleep at night.”

Kouga huffs childishly, turning the flute back and forth in his hands. 

“Well? Ain’t gonna get better just sittin’ there are ya?” He doesn’t even need to turn and look to know that Kouga’s grinning at him, and doesn’t even try to fight off his own small smile. “More you practice, better you’ll get.”

“Tch. If ya wanna hear more so bad, you could just ask.” He brings the flute up to his lips, and after playing a few more notes to warm up, he takes a deep breath as if he’s preparing himself for something. “My, uh, my mother— she used to play this for me when I was a pup,” Inuyasha falls silent, listening attentively. 

Kouga’s mother is a topic that’s rarely brought up by the aforementioned demon himself, and though the rest of the tribe still speak of the previous Chief up now and then, they’re all very careful of what they say when Kouga’s around. 

Inuyasha can tell that though decades have passed since her passing, there’s a part of Kouga that still grieves sometimes. He knows that the suddenness of it and the lack of closure both still haunt him.

“She was... just okay at it, my father was a lot better honestly. She didn’t really have lots of time to practice as the Chief. But she did have this one song she’d play really well. Knocked me right out when I was bein’ a brat and wouldn’t fall asleep.”  He smiles in remembrance.

It’s quiet for a long moment. Sounds of the waterfall right outside the wolf den echo loudly off the rocky walls of the caves amidst the silence. 

Right when Inuyasha’s about to ask if Kouga’s alright, he begins to play.

The first thing that he notes is that the lullaby is nothing complex or grand. The same eight notes are present throughout the whole song, and though the order in which they’re played changes every now and then, the structure of the song remains the same for the most part.

But, despite all of that, it resonates with Inuyasha far more than anything he’s ever heard before, shockingly profound in its simplicity. The melody graces his ears gently, and he finds himself briefly overwhelmed with the sheer amount of everything he’s feeling. He can hear history in it, can see generations of wolf demons, young and old, play this for their kin with a desire for those that came before them to be remembered. He closes his eyes and focuses solely on listening, taking note of the undertones of wistful yearning, and he wonders if it’s present in the original lullaby or if that’s just Kouga letting some of his own emotions bleed into his performance.

Once Inuyasha learns how it goes, he begins to hum along lowly, thinking of warm hands that healed wounds and wiped tears away, whispered words of comfort and brown eyes gazing at him with unadulterated maternal adoration.

He opens his eyes slowly, feeling a little drowsy, and doesn’t even realize Kouga’s stopped playing until the wolf demon lets out a shaky exhale.

“So,” He rasps. “What’d ya think?”

“That wasn’t so bad,” Inuyasha says softly, after a few beats of stunned silence. Words escape him as always, despite how much he wants to say more.

Kouga shrugs. “Definitely not as good as when she did it, but it’s— it’s nice to play it every now and then.”

Inuyasha can’t help but whisper to him. “...You okay?”

“Yeah,” Broad shoulders sag slowly, and then, a long sigh. “Yeah, I am.”

There’s a silence then, and Kouga’s mother’s song keeps playing itself in his head over and over, the gentle tune somehow familiar to him despite never having heard it before. Kouga lies back against Inuyasha’s shoulder as he’d been doing earlier, absentmindedly playing a few notes on the flute. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Inuyasha prompts Kouga to elaborate with a grunt. His tone is lighthearted, and it helps lift the somber mood some. “Think you’d play better than I do?”

Inuyasha wonders if he’d be able to play songs his own mother used to sing to him when he was younger. “If I got Hakkaku to teach me for a bit, I’m sure I’d be able to.” 

It’d never compare to hearing her actual voice, soft and soothing and never failing to make him feel safe when it seemed that the whole world was against him. But it’d be... it’d be another connection he’d have with her. There are parts of the songs that he doesn’t remember, but maybe learning to play them would jog his memory and would ensure they wouldn’t be lost to time. Maybe he could even play them for the younger wolves and share it with them as well, and Kouga too, sharing a part of his mother with him like the wolf demon had just done. 

“Yeah, maybe,” Kouga mumbles, twirling the flute in his hand almost reverently, eyes still misty with nostalgia. “Who knows? Maybe you actually have some sorta hidden talent. Could make up for how much you eat dirt when we spar.”

Inuyasha opens an eye to glare at him. “The hell are you talkin’ about, wolf?” He hisses. “I beat you at sparring tons of times before. More than you’ve beat me.”

“That was just luck,” Kouga teases, putting down the flute and slightly turning to peer at Inuyasha with a playful glint in his eye. “Flukes, all of ‘em.”

“Flukes!?” Inuyasha blurts out incredulously, ignoring the tug in his chest at the sight of Kouga’s grin. “I’ll show you a ‘fluke’ you damn—“

“Nah, later,” Kouga yawns loudly, and Inuyasha knows he’s being obnoxious on purpose. He has half a mind to move his shoulder and let Kouga sleep on the hard, rocky ground, but something inside him makes him decide against it. “Think I’m gonna take a quick nap first.”

Inuyasha scoffs, but lowers his shoulder a bit so Kouga can rest on it more comfortably. “Looks like the song still works. If anything I’ll learn just so I can play that and knock you out when you’re being dumb so I can have some peace and quiet.” 

“If you end up being just as bad as me, all you’ll end up doing is giving me nightmares,” Kouga shuts his eyes. “Now shut up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

Inuyasha huffs, irritated, but he relents. He makes a mental note to not make it easy for Kouga the next time they spar before he succumbs to his earlier drowsiness and falls asleep too, meeting Izayoi in his dreams.

[pavcrti]

chicago’s very own pavarti kumari has been spotted on madison avenue driving a rose gold model x , welcome ! your resemblance to mishti rahman is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fifth  birthday bash .  your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re fiery , but being eloquent might help you . i think being a pieces explains that .  3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be fresh fields of lavender that expand into a cotton candy sky , the reflection of the sun caught in the glimmer of a crystal , rhyming couplets professing deep - seeded emotion . ( i ghost write songs for artists who like to claim they write their own work . ) & ( cis female + she / her  ) +  ( emily , 25 , sher / her , pst )

holy shit , it’s ya girl . i’m back after needing a bit of a break from being in a group . and bc i honestly adored this place sm and i made so many great friends here i am back . . . 👀 i expect plots with each and every one of u btw so u best deliver . i desperately wanna get this finished before i pass the fuck out . i’ll be joining the server in the morning , but in the meantime if u wanna be my friend  👀 👀 titsiana praises satan#7989

    biography .

name : pavarti kumari 

age : twenty five

gender : cisfemale

zodiac : pieces 

sexuality : bisexual 

profession : singer / songwriter 

hair color : black

eye color : brown

piercings : both lobes , nose 

tattoos : none

voice claim : jhene aiko

released albums : sail out ( ep ) , trip 

miss pavarti was born in bangladesh . her parents are both 100% bangladeshi and immigrated to chicago when pavarti was four years old . she had an older brother who was five years older than her . his name was siva .her family traveled back every summer so she is very immersed in the culture of her homeland and is a very spiritual person as a result . from a young age , pavarti had a fascination with the english language . not only was it so complex , but there was so much that could be done with it as well . she loved poetry and different types of prose . she also developed an absolute adoration for hip hop as a result . she’s been able to work several of her lyrical inspirations in her albums , something she would’ve never anticipated growing up as an immigrant child . when she entered middle school , she joined the school choir as an extra curricular activity which is what inspired her love for music and introduced her to her vocal talents . within time , she began combining her inclination for poetry with her voice . she wrote her first song at thirteen and began to freestyle for her friends . unfortunately , she was never taken too seriously by her peers . she was a female , hardly the usual suspect for the rnb , soul vibe that her voice conveys . before she graduated high school , her brother siva was killed in a car crash . the unexpected death of her best friend and protector sent pavarti into a spiral . this begun her tendency to alter her reality to escape from her pain with the help of drugs . she frequently writes about her brother in her music . when she was eighteen , she was discovered , ironically , by a manager of a local rapper at a poetry slam she was performing at . she impressed him and he introduced her to his client . this is how pavarti entered the hip hop scene , albeit , in secret . in hip hop , it’s very custom for performers to write the tracks that they put out themselves . pavarti learned that she could learn the skills of the trade whilst making her own connections and making pretty good cash , as well . as the years progressed , the notoriety of her clients rose . she’s written bars for multiple big names and by harvesting these friendships , she was able to get signed to a record label and put out her first ep at age twenty one . it was well received by critics and pavarti was thrilled to be taken seriously as an artist doing what she loves . she kept working , kept her nose in her business and released her first full album , trip , just last year . she feels like she is constantly growing artistically and finds herself inspired everywhere she turns . she’s currently working on her second full album and just dropped a new single , p*$$y fairy . other than that , there’s not too much else to note in her history . she did not grow up rich , rather she’s only recently come into wealth . her money is very new and she’s not too skilled at spending it wisely .

    personality . 

okay , so this will probably just be a long winded explanation that no one really asked for / needed but here we go ! first and foremost . . . pavarti is a dreamer in every sense of the word . she’s whimsical , she’s connected to the earth around her . she drifts off into elaborate day dreams and tells herself stories in her head as she falls to sleep . she is very spiritual . she meditates twice a day . her house always smells of incense . she has an affinity for weed and hallucinogenics . she really enjoys writing under the influence . her album trip is literally inspired by several drug experiences she had that had a profound impact in her life . pavarti’s general demeanor is borderline wall - flower . you wouldn’t expect her to be so shy , but she is . she’s the giggly girl who’ll hang back and let someone else come to her first . in the meantime , she’s taking in every single detail . she’s incredibly observant . sometimes she thinks in poetry . she realizes that she isn’t the typical visual for a female hip hop , rnb artist but it’s truly her passion in life and her art flows through her . she says more in her songs than she does to the people she needs to and that can definitely be problematic . with that said , pavarti is very well spoken . girl knows how to sweet talk her way through just about anything . but she also has the temper of a devil . she does not tolerate being fucked around with . she has that attitude about her where she will go and key your car if you hurt her or one of her best friends . people typically wouldn’t expect such an explosion from someone so outwardly sanguine and easy going but she’s the type to scratch someone’s eyes out if she has to . her music is her spouse . this fucks her up relationship wise a lot because she tends to let chances pass her by because she would rather stay undistracted . she has an ego , but not really in the outward way that one would anticipate when ego is involved . she knows she’s talented . she knows she’s attractive . but she also knows that she’s fucking lucky to be where she is and she’s grateful . pavarti is the type who wakes up with a smile because she has another twenty four hours to be alive . she doesn’t take things for granted --- she used to , until she lost her older brother and she realized just how quickly things can change . pavarti is a fiercely loyal individual to her friends . she will stand up for them , no matter what . the thing is , she expects it back . she is very much aware of her self worth and does not react kindly to a one sided vibe . 

    plots . 

ok , ok , ok . . . so how i am going to do this is offer up some songs / song pairings for songs that i believe pavarti has written for specific people with certain plots in mind for at least her side of things . and then i will also list some basic plots that aren’t based on anything in particular , but are still plots that i would like very much to have ! the links go to lyrics ! all plots are gender neutral , so ignore any pronouns that are in the songs .

bed peace / stay ready / while we’re young --- fwbs with feelings : pavarti and your muse have been friends for a while . somewhere along the line things crossed the line and they began hooking up . it’s obvious that they feel something intense for each other but something is always in the way of them being together --- plus , neither are really sure if the friendship could withstand a romantic relationship crashing and burning . so here they are , stuck in this awkward limbo . they hook up , hang out , awkwardly third wheel when the other is dating someone else . it’s an interesting dynamic and pavarti wouldn’t deal with drama with anyone else but your muse . they have a really compelling bond and neither can think of life without the other but things have been like this for a long time and there is only so long a relationship as complicated as this one could actually function .

the worst / comfort inn ending / moments / when we love --- exes that ended badly with lingering feelings : this was . . . just a crazy hot and cold relationship . when it was hot , it was fucking hot . when it was cold ? damn . hell itself could freeze over . they probably have done and said a lot of nasty , nasty shit to each other . at the same time , they could’ve been literally planning their wedding at some point because they both were incredibly serious about each other . in comfort inn ending , pavarti suggests their relationship was a result of her cheating on another boyfriend to be with your muse and your muse ultimately cheated on her as well . we can discuss that but i would high key kill for the extra drama . around the time pavarti was writing her first full album , they had a rekindling that inspired her to write moments and when we love . i don’t envision this relationship having ended in a decent way from there , though . more cheating ? fighting ? they were definitely toxic . she’s definitely planning on dragging their ass some more in her tracks .

lsd / sativa --- platonic soulmates : omg so this plot is . . . so fucking cute . but these two would basically die for each other . there is zero sexual attraction , just genuine , pure love . they do everything together . but what really sealed their bond ? well . . . many different intense acid trips , of course ! they love to get high together and forget about the world . they both feel like they can trust the other because they have been present for so many life - changing moments . they rarely go a day without seeing each other and absolutely never go a day without talking in some capacity . sometimes they fight like siblings . but pavarti would honestly kill for your muse . there is nothing she wouldn’t do for them . 

new balance / newer balance / you are here / clear my mind --- the romantic bad influence : this plot is another messy piece of trash . from the beginning , when they first met , pavarti always thought your muse was too good to be true . they reminded her so much of her brother . she felt this sense of peace with your muse . she fell in love quickly but at the same time , felt like there was something looming over their relationship . like it wasn’t permanent . like it’s all just a dream . the bad influence part isn’t portrayed too much in the lyrics other than stressing pavarti’s fear that your muse isn’t exactly who they say they are and this relationship is doomed to fail somehow . she knows that when this explodes in her face that it’s going to destroy her . i see your muse bringing out edgier sides of pavarti’s personality . they party a lot , they influence pavarti to do crazy things with them and she does and she feels so alive with your muse . that is , until , it all crumbles . the facade is destroyed and whatever it was that your muse wasn’t being upfront about shatters the way she feels for your muse entirely . she feels betrayed . clear my mind is pavarti’s way of trying to hype herself up to be stronger than she really is . 

never call me / --- best friends turned enemies : this is my last long one i promise , wtf , why did i decide to do this . anyways --- this plot is again , a shit ton of angst so enjoy that . your muse and pavarti used to be the best of friends . inseparable . that is until things went south . fast . we can discuss what it was that happened between our muses but it was something huge and preferably something where they both could stubbornly blame each other . pavarti feels slighted because she thinks that your muse should be the one who reaches out and perhaps your muses could be thinking the same about her . 

romantic plots : crushes , unrequited love , hateship , party hookup , friends with benefits , secret fling , summer romance 

platonic plots : give me close friends ! and tons of them please ! thanks . roommates , drug buddies , confidants , unlikely friendship , travel friends , only friends in the dms , enemies turned friend

[heizerux]

Okay. . . But HEAR ME OUT

So you guys know how it’s looking like they progress a bunch of steps forward in one episode, but then in another, it’s like nothing happened?

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Well, I’m adding more than my two cents on that thought train this time around.

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It all started the night after I saw Backwarder, in which I came to a realization both in that post and in a mini discussion in the comments of another post that Backwarder is actually around right after Riposte and such. For those that don’t really catch my drift, allow me to elaborate.

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Let’s start with what got released first, what we know, and then move down to what’s to come:

Riposte- We meet Kagami in this episode. By the end of it, she clearly notices something is between Adrien and Mari, but is nice about it and doesn’t get pushy.

Gigantitan- Marinette and the Squad try something extreme to get Adrien’s attention. She fails obviously. Trust me, I’ll talk about why this one even matters in the development timeline.

Frozer- Adrimi and Lukanette double date, and Kagami gives Marinette a push that seems harsh at first, but it comes from a good place. Also keep note, Mari refers to Kagami as the ice queen. (Hmmm. I wonder what happened that led Mari to say that?)

Backwarder- Marinette gathers the courage to give Adrien a love confession. Kagami silently glares/watches. Take note she also doesn’t interfere when she had EVERY chance to.

Oni-Chan- What we know: Lila will catch Kagami’s reakumatized fucking hands.

Ikari Gozen- What we know: Kagami’s mother is the akuma victim and upset with her daughter, but Marinette and Kagami are described as actual enemies here when before it was like. . . Not there?

So looking at these episodes, specially from the ones that already aired, it’s like we’ve got pieces missing here and there. We keep jumping back and forth and the conclusion I often see is that:

“The writers are BAD! How CAN they double back on DEVELOPMENT!!!”

And here’s where I then say. . .

“What if I told you that maybe the development IS there and was written a certain way. . . but it just got produced out of order when it was time to animate?”

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Given the above episodes, allow me to now present to you a possible timeline in which the episodes were probably written. (I’m not saying that this is exactly how they were supposed to go right after the other, but it’s just an idea as to why behaviors may seem to make a LOT more sense when seen this way.)

Gigantitan- Marinette is seen coming up with crazy and elaborate ideas on how she’s gonna tell Adrien how she feels. As much as her squad tries to help, it fails, she stutters BADLY and when Adrien offers to give her a ride, she declines in her embarrasment. Still stuttering.

Riposte- As if it was the next plan on Marinette’s ideas to gather the courage to talk to Adrien, she joins his fencing class and she wasn’t doing too bad despite her clumsiness. Even Adrien picks up on it. . . But then we meet Kagami. A girl whom we now learn that accepts a challenge fair and square and if she loses it, she accepts it with honor, even though she’s not happy about it. If the opportunity to regain back her place as winner presents itself, she will gladly take it. (this about pretty much sums up Kagami) In conclusion, this episode goes from Kagami being angry with Adrien over that “lost” battle, to ending with Kagami being on good terms with him, and even acknowledging that he and Marinette are quite close. Adrien shoots this idea down on sight and it ends in Marinette being openly friend zoned, and Kagami now knowing the real tea being served in the Adrienette cabin of the ship. It looks promising to her. . . *proceeds to add Matcha powder*

Backwarder- Marinette, after in person hearing that Adrien views her as “just a good friend” and is being more friendly with Kagami, hears they’re both going to a wedding over the weekend. This means they’ll be alone together all weekend, and so she recalls the squad into her room to go over plans to prevent the “just a friend zone” from spreading. Since the flower operation failed (like miserably), the squad is tired. Seeing as this really all boils down to Marinette leaving behind the crazy plans and just doing things herself, she finally realizes that and instead decides to just write a letter and hand it to Adrien in person. Kagami witnesses this, and glares at Marinette. Notice that: Kagami doesn’t try to play catty like Lila and Chloe would. Instead, in this VERY moment, she accepts a challenge. One that is fair because both girls have feelings for him, but no one is trying to sabotage the other. It is respectable.

Ikari Gozen?- An episode that could or could not go after Frozer. For now, I’ll set it before Frozer. My reason at the moment being because the sypnopsis uses he words “best enemy” to describe Kagami to Marinette. Could it be where “ice queen” originated from? Or could this be an episode where both girls openly respect each other with no Adrien involved? (As far as respect goes, I think they do respect each other a lot without Adrien in the picture, but in a battle kind of way. Ya feel?)

Frozer- Note Marinette’s stuttering is much less now and she even holds a decent conversation with him. Once Adrien confides in her that he’s interested in asking Kagami, her world shatters, but she agrees to help him. The squad upon hearing this is S H O O K. *They desperately try to save the Adrienette cabin from flooding with water due to the overflow in Matcha powder. Kagami can’t take down this side of the ship dammit!* Marinette by this point, however, doesn’t have anymore crazy plans. She’s done with the unnecessary plans that would only lead her nowhere. If Adrien wants to be happy with Kagami, she’s gonna help him, even if it hurts her. Finally at the rink ,Mari and Luka have a moment (who I JUST NOW realized was both answering/showing Adrien how to go for Kagami while also going straight for Marinette. He’s smooth as fuck, that one 👀). Kagami thinks it’s off right off the bat that Marinette is here too. If this is her getting Adrien, then why did it feel like he wasn’t here for her even though the date is between them too? Marinette is having a good time with Luka on the sidelines and he even alludes that he’s got music planned *cough*Silencerthatyou??*cough*, but Adrien is still paying more attention to her than Kagami. It’s at this point, that Kagami, after watching Mari “fall” over and over with her attempts YET somehow STILL manage to get Adrien to come right back to her, has to tell Marinette directly that this side stepping shit she often does needs to end if she wants to get anywhere (both in general and with Adrien). This needed to be fair and square again. Little did Kagami know this advice would be instantfuckingtanious since Adrien leaves her for Mari like RIGHT after. Congrats, Kagami. You played yourself. Anyway, the date officially ends after the akuma is out and Adrien asserts he’s not giving up on who he likes. (Kagami still thinks he’s talking about Mari. She accepts this and keeps up with this fair battle pretty much.) Marinette, finally could have told him what she’s been trying to tell him these past episodes, but instead, she backtracks and keeps the friendship going. After that day, it really wasn’t gonna be so simple, even if they were much better friends then before. (From here we can just assume that Adrien is obviously grounded in Anansi, and this episode probably was the source since he published he was at the rink and not fencing lol.)

Oni-Chan?- YOUTHROWTHOSEFUCKINGHANDSATLILAKAGAMI.DOIT!! *clears throat* Again, we both haven’t seen nor know much about this episode aside from a vague sypnopsis, but just for the timeline purposes, I’ll go ahead and say it COULD go right after Frozer? I’m saying this only because Lila is involved, and by Frozer, it is openly established between Kagami and Marinette that they are the main love interests Adrien really only could consider. So for Lila to swoop in with her shit and get Kagami angry? In her eyes, she probably thinks “How dare this unhonorable person think she’s worthy of going against me?” (Also it was mentioned in Backwarder that Kagami doesn’t lie, so it could only mean she, just like Marinette, hates liars. And doesnt back down to expose them, either, hopefully.)

Obviously Oni-Chan and Ikari Gozen are a big question mark right now, but that’s in general what it’s looking like to me regarding the “Marigami” development. I don’t think it’s too wild since these two seasons were written and worked on around the same.

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I hope my explanation and order not only maybe painted a better outlook, but also gets you guys thinking on what the real written order could be from here.

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Like Christmaster is obviously set for long before any of this since Marinette is still obsessive with Adrien and unintentionally lies, which is something she’s slowly abandoning in season 3. (The tweet Thomas made only confirmed it too.)

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So please! Feel free to add your thoughts!

We really could be better off at pinpointing the written order of every episode that’s been realesed so things don’t feel off lol

Also excuse the dots. I hate it that the text gets too cluttered together

@fanficaddict4ever @miraculouslysam / @sweet-nibbletss

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Summer In Your Eyes (Lifeguard!Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Modern Summer AU)

Five:

Blinking, Bucky turned his attention away from Steve and back to Natasha. Bucky pushed his black frame sunglasses back up my nose and said, "Sorry, what?"

"Weren't you listening?" Natasha scoffed again and sat up. She glanced down the beach, not noticing Steve -- who was quickly approaching -- and turned back to face Bucky, "Were you perving on Wanda?"

Bucky discreetly shook his head but before he could defend himself, Steve noticed them. Cheerily, Steve greeted, "Nat!"

Pausing in her accusations, Natasha looked up. When she realized who it was, she squealed, "Steve!"

Natasha stood from the towel then and pulled Steve in for an all-encompassing hug. Only then did Steve notice Bucky, and as he pulled away from Natasha, Steve greeted him with a nod, "Bucky."

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, feeling his throat dry as Steve sent that smile that Bucky had often thought about over the years his way. A blush started coloring Bucky's cheeks underneath the weight of Steve's gaze and Bucky turned his attention to the boy next to Steve, if only to save himself from drooling over his former crush.

"Right," Steve nodded, almost as though he was just now remembering his friend. Natasha was evaluating the ruggedly handsome boy while Steve introduced everyone, "Clint, this is Natasha --" Steve gestured over "-- and Bucky."

"Nice to meet you," Clint stated with a sincere grin. He simply glanced at Bucky before turning his attention to Natasha.

Bucky couldn't blame him, of course, since he turned his own attention immediately back to Steve.

"So, how've you been?" Steve asked while Bucky questioned, "Wanna sit down?"

Since they had both talked at the same time, they paused and took a moment. Then, Bucky answered, "I've been okay," but Steve had replied too, "Sure, that'd be great."

Bucky moved to sit up fully and sat crisscross, making room for Steve on the towel. Steve sat down, mirroring Bucky, and Steve asked, "What have you been up to?"

"Not much," Bucky shrugged. Clearing his throat, hoping that it would relax and curiously questioned, "What about you?"

"Not much," Steve mocked.

A smirk crossed Steve's face and Bucky realized that Steve was teasing him. Bucky softly chuckled and elaborated, "I've just been busy procrastinating about getting things around for school in the fall."

"And in your free time?" Steve joked. Before Bucky could answer though, Steve added, "Have you played Don't Enter 7?"

"Not yet," Bucky sighed in disappointment at himself, running his hand through his dark brown hair.

"Dude, what have you been doing?" Steve theatrically joked.

Bucky shrugged, "Just been busy. I mean, my girlfriend is into R.L. Stine, so I've been catching up and reading his novels."

"Ooh, a girlfriend? She hot? I bet she's hot," Steve teased, causing Bucky to blush. Steve's smirk stayed on his face and he stated, "R.L. Stine is good. Fun. Good, summer reading. The Fear Street series especially. Have you read, Cat?"

"Cat?" Bucky questioned, quirking a brow. Bucky assumed that Steve was messing with him and he asked, "You're joking, right?"

"No," Steve shook his head and moved over a little so Clint could take a seat on the towel next to him while Natasha sat down in her original spot beside Bucky. Trying to give Clint more space, Steve moved, so he was slightly closer to Bucky. With his knee almost touching Bucky's and Bucky could feel the butterflies in his stomach start to flutter. Steve continued, "I know that it sounds lame, but it's a really good book."

"What book?" Natasha asked, easily encroaching on Bucky and Steve's conversation. Causing Bucky to be both grateful and annoyed.

"Cat by R.L. Stine," Steve answered.

From beside Steve, Clint dramatically threw his head back to groan in annoyance. When Clint faced them all again, he clarified, "It's such a lame book."

"Whatever," Steve scoffed. He glanced over at Bucky and gave him a can-you-believe-him look before Steve told Bucky, "Don't listen to him. Clint didn't even finish it."

"That's because it was lame," Clint defended himself and smirked over at Natasha as he ran his hand through his dark blond hair, shamelessly flexing his bicep in the process.

Bucky turned and looked over at Natasha and playfully bumped his shoulder against hers. There was a blush starting on the apples of her cheeks and Bucky smirked.

Natasha sat up straighter, pushing her shoulders back confidently, and flashed a large smile, "A book about cats? Sounds purr-fect to me."

With Bucky's nerves still tense, Bucky chuckled loudly at Natasha's obvious pun and he immediately hated himself for doing so. Sure, Bucky would've laughed anyway, but it would've been quieter. He would've still had his dignity. However, with Steve there, Bucky's body was antsy. His every nerve vibrating, humming with the knowledge of Steve being there.

"You kitten me right meow?" Steve questioned with a quirked brow and a crooked grin on his face. He leaned back to rest on the palms of his hands, making his shoulders seem broader than before, and he told Natasha, "It's about a lot of creepy cats."

"So," Bucky pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing before he could questioned, "You could say that they're oc-cat-ists?"

Steve barked out a laugh and fell back onto his elbows as he threw his head back in his hysterics.  Bucky's cheeks flushed, and his smile grew. Natasha and Clint were laughing as well, but Bucky could only hear Steve's laugh. And it was absolutely music to his ears.

Once Steve was done, he sat up and breathlessly stated, "See, I knew there was something missing when you were gone."

"Oh?" Bucky questioned, intrigued by Steve's comment.

"Yup," Steve nodded and smiled over at Bucky, "It wasn't nearly as fun."

Stay calm, Bucky internally told himself while his heart began to pound aggressively in his rib cage. Stay calm, Bucky reminded his lungs as they panicked and he almost gasped like a fish out of water in his attempt to simply breathe. Stay calm! Bucky bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, trying to stop his lips from stretching too wide and betraying himself and relayed the silent message of just how much he had missed Steve over the years.

"So," Steve started after a moment. He stretched out his well sculpted legs in front of Bucky's, crossing them at his ankles as he asked, "Are you staying for the summer?"

Not entirely trusting his own voice, Bucky simply nodded. Steve nodded too and started, "We should get togeth--"

"Shit," Clint interrupted, looking at his phone. They all turned to look over at him and he blushed, "Sorry, but we gotta go."

Steve stood up when Clint did, and Clint said, "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," Bucky stated while Natasha just nodded. Bucky looked over at Steve and prayed this wasn't the last time that he would be seeing Steve as he offered, "See you around?"

"Yeah," Steve readily agreed with a nod. He flashed that dazzling smile at Bucky again before he followed Clint while calling over his shoulder, "See ya."

"Bye," Natasha smiled, waving after the two boys.

"Bye," Steve chuckled.

Bucky kept his gaze on Steve, even though he was uncomfortably turned just so he could look behind himself. Steve and Clint climbed into a forest green Chevrolet Silverado, with Steve climbing in behind the wheel. Once the truck started, Bucky turned to face the front again, realizing that Natasha was still watching the truck.

"Huh," Natasha finally said when the truck could no longer be seen. She reclined back on the towel and said, "Never thought I'd find one of Steve's friends attractive."

"Never?" Bucky teased with a quirked brow.

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "You don't count because you were my friend first."

"Uh huh," Bucky sarcastically agreed, reclining back as well. Bucky smirked, "I know you only use me because you want my sisters as your own."

"Well, duh," Natasha mocked, playfully bumping her shoulder against Bucky's.

[smolchildlevy]

Hi there lovely! I saw your matchup event and thought it was fun! Your post says it's still open so here! <3 Also congrats on the milestone!!!

Fandom: Obey me! And AOT <3.

Personality: Quiet unless comfortable around someone- then I become really loud and playful around them. So ambivert? Also chaotic?? Isn't above randomly doing something at like three A.M. Clingy whenever I get attached to someone. I don't know for sure but I'm pretty sure I have ADHD (I'm not self diagnosing though) and I tend to hyper fixate on things. Like I'll spend one or two days playing some sort of game without taking any sort of breaks, just focusing on the game before losing interest or I'm not as obsessed over it. I'm also a over thinker. I tend to over think things a lot and I don't fully trust people because of this. I also have issues falling asleep so I stay up very late a lot of times then sleep in late. I'm a very affectionate person, I love showing my loved ones affection but I'll refrain from doing so if they don't like it. I also may have slight anger issues??? I can also be really overprotective of some of my friends if i really care about them. I'm not afraid to fight someone if i have to 😤.

Personal: My pronouns are they/them (I identify as non-binary). I'm also biromantic! I'm seventeen and will be turning eighteen next march!

Appearance: Short black and red hair (split dye). I have large dark-ish brown eyes. I'm pale asf I've been told that i look like a vampire before 😭. I'm 5'2 :').

Uhmm not really a personality trait, but I thought this should go in I'm also a type on diabetic so a lot of times I can change moods because of it. For instance whenever my blood sugars go high I usually become very un-agreeable and tend to just break down because of it.

Hobbies: Drawing (usually digitally), writing, listening to music/singing and playing games video games! I occasionally watch animes too 🧐.

Likes: I have so many likes. Uhmm, mainly everything/anything FNAF and Danganronpa. I love music so much <333. I also like having long conversations with people- usually close friends. I also like Japanese styles stuff- I really wanna visit Japan one day! I also really like cosplays and do cosplay sometimes! I only have one character I can cosplay as of now <\3. I really love candles too for some reason!

Dislikes: Homophobia, transphobia, racism, really anything that's mean. Spiders too, they're so scary. I hate being ignored, it makes me over think.

Hello sweetheart! Here ya go!

I match u with..

Leviathan!

-For obvious reasons ofc, but lemme elaborate

-He loves to play games with you, especially anime games

-Is a night owl so he will just vibe with you at 3 am

-Will try to get into whatever u are fixated on, prob gets into it too

-Surprisingly chaotic when he’s comfortable as well, meaning chaos in his room when y’all are alone

-Cosplays with you

-Lives off your affection <3

And.. Sasha Braus!

-Super high energy and chaotic

-Is also clingy so she never likes to leave your side

-Gets the hyperfixiations you have and will probably experience it with you

-She will always reassure you about things to help those thoughts go away

-Another one to stay up late, even better if it’s with you

-She loves watching you draw and cosplay, it fascinates her

-Late nights listening to music??

[dumbbelle]

hello!:) how do you think joshua would act when he sees his girlfriend breaks down rly badly for the first time? thankyou!

✄ Joshua || Reaction to his S.O. having a breakdown for the first time

In my opinion, Joshua has this innate ability to be soothing and gentle when needed most

If his significant other has a break down, he might not immediately understand

But he will still be able to make them feel better, ya feel? 

storytime So the two of you have been dating for about six months now

And everyone constantly jokes about how they thought the honeymoon period would be over by now but if there’s any couple that makes it work, of course it’s the two of you

Or they otherwise comment about how the two of you make the perfect couple

Like there’s Joshua, gentleman prince with a mischievous streak and enough under the table memes that only serve to make him more endearing

And then there’s you!! hardworking university student with your head on your shoulders and your whole life ahead of you – everyone thinks you’re destined for success

Not to mention you have nice smelling hair, a sweet smile, and a pretty laugh…. pretty much most of the younger members have a small crush on you

They would never admit to it though because you and Joshua are the literal dream team and no one would ever dream of splitting the two of you apart

hehehe that pun game tho

And you like being the perfect couple and you like how everyone admits that one day they hope to find a relationship as loving and supportive as you are with Josh

Which is why it’s so hard to admit that your life is falling apart 

It’s hard to admit it even to yourself – and much less to Joshua and everybody else that you know

Besides, he’s busy with his schedules and stressed out enough, you don’t want to tack on to that

Those internships that everyone thought that you were a shoo in for?

You haven’t got a callback from any of them

In fact, you’re pretty sure you saw one of your interviewers chuck your resume into the trash can just as you were leaving

All those high grades you’re getting? 

You haven’t gotten more than 3 hours of sleep in the past two months trying to achieve them

Living expenses are… Living expenses, and the combined rising rent and cost of living in Seoul has left you with barely a dollar to your name

Your family is stressing you out because they expect just as much from you as everyone else

And your fish died 

So yeah, life ain’t very pretty for you right now

But you don’t say anything because you think it’ll just pass over and that this is just a steep wall that you’re going to have to climb over

Another month passes and you wonder if the wall is made out of glass because although you can see the other side, it’s nearly impossible to climb and fragile to top

And any moment now, you feel like the glass might shatter and hurt you irreparably and you’re too afraid to do anything about it

Joshua notices your eyes look a little empty and that your walk is a little wobbly sometimes

He can feel that something is wrong

It’s his spidey-sense observing nature

And he’s a little hurt that you didn’t immediately tell him about it

But he trusts you to tell him everything when you’re ready

So he goes on as if everything’s normal though he subtly amps up the visits and affection and gifts

In fact, he’s visiting your apartment one day when everything finally crashes

He’s carrying your favourite bakery treats and some coffee to help you with your late-night cram session

He arrives and enters as usual, riding the elevator up and checking his hair in the elevator mirror to make sure his hair looks fine for his boo and all that

Finds your apartment with ease and knocks on the door. You don’t answer immediately but that’s fine, he’ll wait

He waits

And waits

Okay, maybe you didn’t hear him? He knocks again

He waits

And waits

Oh! You probably just have your earphones in, and are listening to music while you study. He’ll just call instead.

When your phone goes to voicemail twice, he starts to get a little worried. After all, he did call to notify you that he was coming. 

Of course, there’s always the possibility that you just fell asleep, but he can’t take that chance. He digs out the extra key from underneath the rug (he keeps telling you to move it but you always counter that if anyone is desperate enough to rob from a struggling college student with only textbooks and a crate of ramen in their possession, then it’s not worth the fight). 

And runs in to your apartment, forgetting the baked goods right outside the door

goshdarnit josh that shit’s gonna get snatched and you know it

He rushes into your small bedroom, only to find you cuddled up in a corner, rocking back and forth as your body shakes with your sobs 

He can see the strewn pages of your study sheets across the floor and it’s a little overwhelming but he doesn’t waste his time  in coming over and immediately taking you in his arms, whispering words of comfort inside your ear

“I’m here now, I’m here now. I’m sorry I wasn’t before.” 

“I love you, and you’re okay. I love you, and I’m here for you, whatever it is.”

He does this until you’ve finally calm down enough for him to push further. When you stop shaking he asks you:

“What happened, love?” 

Shoot, wrong thing to say? You start sobbing again and he tries to say that you don’t have to tell him but you just blurt it out anyway

“The fucking printer is broken!” 

Darn, he’s even more confused now

“I-I-I can go out and buy you a new one. Or we can go to the Pledis building and print whatever you want. In colour too!”

“And my fucking fish is dead,” you wail. 

“I don’t know any pet stores open this late but… We can steal the fish from the VP’s office? Beta, right? They’re even similar colours.” 

Josh is trying so hard to do what he can for you even though he’s lost and confused that you can’t help but chuckle slightly at the ridiculousness of it all, even though you must look awful with the tears streaming down your face.

“Shu, I can’t get you kicked out of Seventeen for stealing a fish.”

and hallelujah that’s a freaking smile he got out of you, so Joshua continues on because he feels like he finally did something right. 

“He’s got like 10 of them, he’s not gonna notice.” 

You let out a choked giggle and Joshua leans in to wipe away the tears and snot off your face.

“Really, what’s wrong? You’ve been out of it for a while.”

Which is when you lay it all on him: the internship, your lack of sleep, the pressure from your family and friends, high expectations, and how you felt guilty for not changing your fish’s tank water enough… The printer was the last straw for you

You even explain to him your glass wall analogy, and Joshua takes it all in stride

He nods at the right parts and asks you to elaborate when he doesn’t fully understand something because he wants to fully understand everything

You finish feeling a little less burdened, though still generally in a bad place

Josh, now fully caught up on the situation, leans in to kiss your forehead and tells you one last time that everything will be alright before insisting that you head off to bed

You try telling him that you just can’t but he’s not having any of it

And when Joshua’s firm and set, you know you can’t win

You reluctantly give in, but only if Joshua sleeps beside you tonight

He immediately agrees, and the both of you get ready for bed, Joshua taking back one of his shirts that you stole

He tucks you in and hops in beside you, recounting antics of the boys until you fall asleep

✄✄✄

You wake up to find that Joshua isn’t beside you anymore, and immediately start to worry

Did he leave in the middle of the night, deciding he’s had enough? 

But then you finally take a look around and ???

All of your stuff is tidy again, your work is all organized, and there’s a brand new printer set up too!! You’re busy admiring the new setup when Josh enters the room, breakfast platter in hand

“Ahh, I was hoping to return before you woke up.” He settles the platter down on your lap, before gesturing to your desk excitedly. “Like it?”

“Shu, you didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, I know the stapling and hole-punching feature is a bit much but that stuff can be a pain.”

“No, I meant– wait, it can staple documents for me?” 

Joshua goes to explain all the cool features and you realize just how damn lucky you are

You love him so damn much, and if you remember correctly, he said so too.

“Hey Shu, about what you said last night…”

“I’m still down for stealing the fish. Seokmin’s always telling me about how I got to live a little bit more–” 

“Shu, you said that you loved me.” 

He gets all flustered and blushy and he’s quick to reassure you.

“Yeah, of course I do,,, but don’t worry about it I just told you how I felt there’s no need to say it back but I’m always here to support you because I really do love you and if you think for one second that I’m not going to try my best and help you climb over this glass wall then you’re wrong and I’ve got a mountain of pillows and hugs to catch you if you fall and–”

“Shu, I love you too.”

This boy beams like it’s Christmas day– his face stretches so wide. He just stands there and stares clumsily at you for a while because he doesn’t know how to respond

He never really knows what to do when it comes to you

But that’s part of what makes it so exciting

Finally, he snaps out of it when he remembers something important

“By the way, you’ve got to move that key. There’s a thief in the neighbourhood, I tell you. Would you believe all the baked goods that I bought last night are gone. And they had the gall to leave a sticky note with a smiley face behind, the gall–”

Yeah, you had a feeling you’d be getting over this glass wall sooner than you expected

[chellann-nicollares]

Exam Survival Guide

As September is coming to an end, I realized that a lot of you MB kids out there are probably stressing out about midterm exams. I did too as a college freshman. In fact, I almost failed my very first midterm. But I’ve learned to work harder and smarter and eventually graduated cum laude. I’ve put everything that works well for exam prep into a step by step attack plan that you can follow (yes, massive nerd=me). I really hope y’all find this helpful. I just want you kids to do well, ya know? ;) Let’s get into it!

Step 1: Categorize Your Exams.

This means determining what kind of skill your upcoming exam is testing you on. I’ve found that the vast majority of exams fall into the following three categories:

- Category I: memorization test. These are your survey classes of an entire field such as intro psychology or intro astronomy, your social sciences such as American politics, and your second language requirement courses on the intro level--beginner French/Spanish, etc., even some upper level science classes such as neuroscience. If your course introduces a vast amount of information and don’t delve too deep into it, or is very heavily reliant on teaching you vocabulary and concepts of the field, your exam is very likely memorization-focused. You will be asked to do IDs--look at a concept and define them from memory, talk about important people or discoveries in this field, fill in the blank with the correct conjugation, listen to a segment of music and write down who composed it, etc. You will be pulling things from memory and putting them on paper.

- Category II: skill application test. These are those classes where you are taught formulas and algorithms and expected to know how to use them in new situations. These are your calculus and statistics and other maths classes, your hard sciences, your engineering. This is the type of classes where your assignments are problem sets instead of readings. Your exam will come as a set of problems where you need to use principles and formulas, show you work, and reach the correctly calculated result. 

- Category III: writing test. These classes are based in deep reading--reading large quantities of text and developing deeper understandings and perspectives on them. That would be your philosophy and literature classes, your film theory, your seminar classes. This is the type of classes where you need to express your perspective on the topics to show both understanding and originality. Your exam will come in a small number of essay questions where the professor will give you questions that ask you to talk smartly, e.g. how do the perspectives of Big Shot A interact with that of Big Shot B on this particular topic? What is your take on Big Shot C’s use of [insert archaic art theory] in the oh-so-famous-piece-of-work?

Granted, your will have exams that are a combination or two or more of these categories. Economics is a good example: you may be ask to both define what the federal reserve is and demonstrate how they calculate their rates. But overall, think of your exams in terms of what they want from you. Now that we’ve named the beasts you’re fighting, let’s look at the weapons.

Step 2: List Your Review Tasks for Each Exam by Category.

- Category I: your exam is testing memory, and what you need to do is--memorize!! You need to figure out what it is that works best for you to remember the important stuff. Your tasks here would be to 1) review your notes and skim or even re-read your assigned readings, 2) put your IDs and other things that will likely be tested into one document or list, 3) read them out loud, make flash cards, get into study groups with your friends and test each other, whatever you need to help you memorize (*cough* flash cards *cough*).

- Category II: now you got problems, and I do think you can solve them. You also start from your notes and 1) review what theories/principles you’ve learned, 2) review and possibly rework your assigned problem sets, 3) pay special attention to questions you got wrong--make sure you read the correct calculation process and perform it yourself. 4) This is also the type of exams where if you have something that you don’t understand, ask for help immediately. Go to office hours, email your TA, make sure you comb through the confusion because the course is likely to build week by week upon the previous knowledge you’ve acquired. If you don’t know how to calculate exponentials in writing, you’ll be in a big world of hurt when you are expected to graph them. Put asking the professor/TA into your task list to give yourself an extra push.

- Category III: for this category, your notes and your readings are the most important. 1) you gotta re-read your notes carefully--what topics of discussion did your professor specifically raise in class? Were there particular points made that she really liked? What kind of comments did she keep giving? This will help you gauge how the professor thinks about the subject and how they might test on them. 2) If you have time, and especially if you haven’t done this during the semester, read your assigned texts carefully and annotate them. Annotation can be as simple as summarizing what a paragraph is trying to say, pulling out a key concept that helps you sound really smart, or jotting down your personal thoughts inspired by the reading. All of these will help you write a smarter response. 3) Consider practicing writing a few paragraphs of reflection on your readings. This will help you work out the kinks in how to establish a position and elaborate upon it in a coherent flow. This is basically what you’re asked to do in a Category III exam. 4) If you have time, also talk to your professors and TAs on things you don’t understand and gauge their perspectives.

Step 3: Figure out How Much Time You Have.

This step is the easiest. Mark all of your exams on the calendar and look at how many days you have in between. Which days do you have classes? How many hours do you have in between classes and is that enough time to go to the library and make some flash cards? How many hours at the end of the day and during the weekend are you willing to devote to studying? I would mark the time intervals that you can use to study on your calendar as well.

Step 4: Figure out How Much Time You Need.

How many sessions have you had for the course? Sit down, put your timer on and do everything on your task list to review the material of one session, see how long it took you and multiply by the number of sessions you had. That’s your rough estimate. Now do this for all your courses. 

Step 5: Make Your Day by Day Attack Plan.

This is the last step of your planning. Now you pull out your calendar, and fit your tasks into your available time slots. Do this with the following considerations:

1) Do you need to choose your battles or make more time? If you’ve figured out that you only have 30 hours in the next two weeks, you have three exams and they require 35 hours in total, for example, then you may need to cut a few tasks. Is there one class that you really don’t need to re-read every single thing and instead skim the important sections? Is you poli-sci midterm worth 30% of your grade while the film theory one is only 15%? Should you put off that movie you wanna see until after exams and get 2 extra hours in? It’s better to know whether you’re going to run out of time before you start. Trust me. This is also why you should start early. If you give yourself two weeks instead of one, you won’t feet pressured to rush through the review. 

2) Alternate your subjects and review activities. Don’t plan to sit in the same spot and read art theory papers for four hours unless that’s just how you roll. Make some flash cards from 2-3pm, read your notes from a different class from 3-4, and look over questions you got wrong in your problem sets after dinner. You would have had a very productive study day without murderous impulsive thoughts. 

3) Put it all in writing and stick to it. You want specific hours in each day and what to do during those hours, and put satisfying little check marks on what you’ve completed. You can do this in a planner book, in your E-calendar, or even print out a calendar on a piece of paper and write your tasks in the boxes. I’ll give you a fictional example:

9/28 Thurs

2-3 pm: read intro psych section 1 notes and make flash cards

6-7:30 pm: re-work wrong questions in statistics problem set 1

9/30 Sat

10-11:30: re-read poli-sci book chapter and assigned articles from session 2 and compile ID list document

2-4:30: re-read film theory Mulvey writing, annotate, and write a three-paragraph reflection on her theories

5 pm: grab coffee with #$^%&^% person and go through some poli-sci IDs.

As you can see, if you know exactly what your exams want from you, make to-do lists accordingly and fit them into specific time intervals of each day, your exam review is very manageable. You know exactly what to do and don’t need to feel like you need to chain yourself to your desk all day. You would also know exactly what you already achieved and feel wonderful about it. If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask me! Now go and crush your exams.     

[jimincase]

Night - A Namjoon One-Shot

-Not sure if you could call this an AU but Trainee! Namjoon (bts as trainees)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Summary: The night brought many positive gifts to you, including that of peace, solitude and interesting conversations. The night brought Namjoon. Over time you would realize that that was the greatest gift that you could have ever received.

Warnings: Language. This story was based off of real (text) conversations between my friend, Brandon and I. This story and the dialogue contain personal views and thoughts between the two of us. That being said, although this story is with the Reader and not an OC, the story still contains personal views. The story does briefly mention religion/god but with atheist views so you may feel uncomfortable. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy the story as this was my absolute favorite to write and is my baby. Enjoy some of the odd dialogue :)

Word count: 7.7K

The night brought many positive gifts to you, including that of peace, solitude and interesting conversations. The darkness that the night gave was your friend and it always offered its company to you, even if sometimes it wasn’t wanted. Solitude and being alone always allowed you to think about everything, including your day or past memories, whether good or bad. Some nights were horrible and you wished for nothing more than the sun to rise and the day to start in order to distract you from your raging thoughts. Some nights brought waterfalls of tears with its haunting flashbacks of nostalgia and its slashes of past regret. Some nights brought screaming and panting breaths due to the violent nightmares that swam in the murk of your mind, just below the surface, ones of hidden fears that you just weren’t ready to face. Some nights brought peace and calmness with soft melodies filling your ears and consuming your mind. Some nights brought quiet chuckles and smiles to unfold due to past fondness and days you could only wish to relive. The night could bring good or bad. The night brought Namjoon.

On one silent night you had met Namjoon while trying to rush back to your dorm. Although the night was chilly and made you shiver the longer you were outside, the smile he had shown you warmed you to your core and you had known him since. He lived in the same dorms you did so you saw him everyday and very quickly befriended him. Being around Namjoon brought comfort and a safety that you couldn’t explain. Being around his person always brought smiles upon your own face and you were able to confide in him rather easily. Namjoon soon became the only person you could talk to comfortably without having to think about words before speaking, he became a person you could trust. Before long you found out more about him as it became apparent he had grown fond for you and found you trustworthy as well. You discovered he was a trainee to become an idol and had been working as hard as he could in order to achieve his dream but of just how wary and scared he was. If he were to debut, would he turn out successful? He had many fears with his dream but he wasn’t going to give it up for anything. He never mentioned that to you but you could see the determination and passion for it when he finally allowed you to listen to one of his songs.

Nights went by where your thoughts put you into overdrive and caused you to go AWOL for a few days but Namjoon didn’t seem to mind and rather gave you the space you desired. With or without words he seemed to understand you and knew what you felt even when it seemed no one ever would. Although Namjoon was an excellent presence and being to be around, the conversations you two could hold made everything even better. You each had your rants and your breakdowns in front of each other but the actual intelligent wonderings and curiosities you two talked about helped to make you feel more comforted with Namjoon, to know that someone else shared your ideas and thoughts. That someone was there to talk to you about anything you felt, no matter how silly the conspiracy or how touchy the fear and breakdown. Namjoon allowed a sense of calm to be brought to you. Things made sense being around him.

Months blurred together as both you and Namjoon were very busy with work. Days seemed to drag on as you only wished for night to fall so you could talk to Namjoon about the day’s struggles or the thoughts that nagged at the back of your mind at the end of the day. Eventually it became so routine for you two to meet in the dead of the night just to talk that you never really bothered to text him your thoughts anymore, as he was always there in the flesh to tell. A set schedule developed quickly afterwards where he always knocked at your door at midnight, every single night. Whether you two had anything to talk about or not was a matter of its own. Even if there was nothing to be said, being in each other’s company was enough to keep the both of you calm and sane. It was pleasant to have Namjoon lounging by your side. He dispensed all negative thoughts from your body and almost felt like a human dreamcatcher. He took the chilling thoughts from your mind without lifting a finger. Admiration for the boy soon developed and spread.

Some nights were encased in silence other than breathing and the low humming of music fading into the background where you and Namjoon did nothing other than enjoy the other’s company. Some nights however were covered in conspiracy theories and questionably odd thoughts. These were the nights that made your stomach hurt from the laughter and your mind to explode from the unthinkable.

“I genuinely don’t understand how people don’t believe in aliens. How does one think that we are the only life in our universe? There’s so much planets and galaxies unexplored that you just can’t completely write off the idea of life elsewhere.” You mentioned one night after conversing with someone during the day who believed aliens were nothing but a childish whim.

Namjoon’s reply was a scoff as he locked his phone and set it aside on the night stand. “Of course I believe in aliens! No human mind could ever think up the idea of “Fun Dip.””

A laugh breezed past your lips, “What? Elaborate.”

“Okay, so how can a human actually think “Wow, I need to make a white stick and slobber all over it like a dick then dip it in colorful, tasty powder. Where I then proceed to lick it all off and slobber all over it once again.” Like, an intelligent species had to create that, not any human.” Namjoon’s face remained straight throughout his explanation and it appeared just how serious he was about his theory.

Your laughter bubbled out and you couldn’t seem to contain it as you continued staring at Namjoon’s serious face. “If aliens made that shit up then I wanna go live with them. I wanna know what else they invented. Imagine how many other things they have to suck and lick,” You stayed in silence for only a few seconds before a thought crossed your mind and you shouted it out. “Wait! Does that mean they could have invented “Pop Rocks” too?! What if the exploding thing is a delicacy where they live and they just wanted to share it with humans. Who the hell thinks, “Exploding rocks in the mouth is the next best thing for a food product?!” Wow I love aliens even more now, I wanna get abducted so badly.”

“Exactly, Y/N! Aliens had to have created that shit.”

“They’re geniuses.” You praised.

“Beautiful and magnificent specimens, indeed.” He agreed.

“I wanna know their culture. I wanna know everything.”

“Like why are they so obsessed with salivating on a sweet powder stick, just like you would a dick?”

“What if they don’t have saliva?” You wondered.

“What if the sticks were their fingers -- OH OH what if it’s actually their dicks?”

“Taking sugar daddy to the next level then.”

Namjoon stared at you after that, seeming to silently judge you as you cackled at your own joke. “I hate you.”

“Ah, come on Namjoon, that was a good joke! I was proud of that! Plus you were the one obsessed with alien dick throughout that whole thing.” You pointed out, still trying to recover from the joke.

Some nights were filled with rants about pet peeves and stress caused by other people. These nights took over your features, leaving the both of you red in the face from anger at the problem and eyebrows drawn close together, eliciting frowns on not only your mouth, but your foreheads. These were the talks that left your chest tight and heaving from not knowing how to handle the situation at the time, and finally being able to release it out to Namjoon. Bitter words and swears bubbling out of your mouth.

“I don’t get people! They act all interesting around me in person and even ask for my number, but as soon as we start texting it’s the worst thing ever!” You exasperated.

“I think you’re exaggerating a little bit but I see your point.” Namjoon mumbled, casting his eyes on you and smiling, revealing his dimples.

“They think asking how I’m doing is a fantastic conversation starter even though - newsflash - it’s not.”

“Sometimes asking how someone is doing is very endearing.” Namjoon pointed out.

“I’m not saying it isn’t. It’s just people can’t uphold conversations after that and let’s be real, neither I nor the person’s life is that interesting that we can have a suitable conversation afterwards. If something interesting happened to me, don’t you think that I would have texted it to them in the first place?” You countered, rolling your eyes just thinking about all the dry conversations you’ve had to deal with, “I’ll try asking questions or saying something to get the conversation going, a really good and interesting question that you possibly couldn’t ruin and make boring, but they still manage to! All they reply with is like, “lol ya” or whatever. It’s like, what the hell are you actually doing?! How do you expect me to respond to you after that?”

“That’s true. People want to receive texts 24/7 but can’t find it in themselves to text more than three words.” Namjoon agreed, his hand coming up to rub at his bottom lip as he thought more about it.

Your eyes instantly set to watch Namjoon’s finger, delicately tracing his plump, pink lips. You couldn’t look away from his action, no matter how hard you tried to.

“Y’know, I’m really glad I met you. I thought something was wrong with me because I couldn’t deal with texting people. They aggravated me so much and I always just left them on read or delivered whenever they became boring and dry. Then I met you. Then we started texting. Then I realized that you were the only person I could talk and text for hours on end even though it only felt like minutes. We could text about anything. There is always something to talk about with you and you can keep up a conversation with me and even offer your own points and ideas. The conversation always just floats and transitions without any problem....I thought there was something wrong with me before I met you. Thank you, Namjoon.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes crinkled at the corners but still staring directly into yours. His smile was much wider now, his dimples more prominent. His hand reached up and placed itself upon your head and it almost felt like a promise. His hand was a crown and he was casting it on you, trusting you with much more than what words could explain. The topic tonight may have been brought up due to your bitterness for other people but the way it had just ended signified much more. There was no bitter, and no hate. Only Namjoon and his unspoken promise to you after your vocalised one.

Some nights there was comfortable silence that would be broken by a sudden thought voiced aloud. Little pieces of each other revealing themselves with the quick conversation.

“I’m so fucking close to just stop trying, Y/N.” Namjoon quietly admitted.

Humor was used as a tool to cope for the both of you sometimes. “That’s the spirit. I say you should go pessimistic, that way when things don’t work out you won’t be disappointed. If things go well, however, you’ll have an odd surprise,” I murmured back, fidgeting with a hole in my pants. “It’s finding the optimism in pessimism.”

Namjoon’s head subtly turned to look down at you, his body pressed against the headboard. “You have an odd way of turning things around….I like it.”

Your voices were quiet and hushed, as if you guys didn’t want to disturb something that was lingering in the shadows of the lamp on the bedside table, the only source of light in the room.

“I read that in a Tumblr post. Don’t think highly of me.”

A breathy chuckle from closed lips zipped past Namjoon’s nose at your reply. Yes, these nights were not always the greatest. These nights always held back lost thoughts. These nights, neither you nor Namjoon held wise answers and advice but instead were too enraptured inside your own screaming minds, thinking of what to say and what to hold back. Maybe the undisclosed thoughts were the monsters that lurked in the shadows of the room. Just what were you two hiding?

Some nights were filled with thoughts of horrors that the both of you shared. Hidden thoughts coming to light and causing the both of you to break down at the harshness of reality of which stood before you. These nights were filled with nothing but panic and worry as tears sprang forth and leaked from your eyes like a runny faucet. These nights held your deep fears and made the night seem like nothing but an entrantress, biding both you and Namjoon to wallow in the comfort she brought, of the darkness she held. You knew she wouldn’t be there when you woke up and that was when the jarring truth had to be faced.

“Why is this generation so depressed? Most older people think we’re nothing more than zombies obsessed with our phones but in reality we all just realized how fucked we all are. Look at our economy, the state of the world, all the politics. Like, we’re genuinely fucked. It’s so difficult to get jobs nowadays. College doesn’t guarantee jobs like it used to and we all know that. We all know we’re fucked and we joke about it. We make jokes and memes and we laugh at our expense and shit.” You rambled, the cruel reality really starting to hit you.

“We all know we’re fucked,” Namjoon agreed. “Oh you know, just make people go to school for over a decade and then don’t give them jobs. It’s no wonder that we have the highest suicide rates of any previous generation.”

“Is that true? You know, we’re barely able to take care of ourselves, how are we going to have children and such? So many people that I know don’t want kids.”

“Yeah, I know. Considering there’s less and less jobs going around we’re more than likely going to end up at some shitty job at thirty years old even though we’d be qualified for a higher paying job.” Namjoon scoffed.

“Even if we go to college and whatever, we’re still probably gonna end up at said shitty job. It feels like it’s all about connections and politics now. Were we set up from the start to be fucked?” You mused.

A few moments passed by in silence, neither of you speaking. You were both consumed in your own thoughts.

A sudden thought crossed your mind and you blurted, “Everything I’m doing is worthless. All my stress is for nothing because there’s pretty much no future. Just because I get good grades and do all this extra bullshit doesn’t mean I’m guaranteed anything. I will ultimately go into debt for my college life which will only give me more stress. My parents are bound to go ill soon due to their bad habits and I’ll have to figure everything out without them. I’ll end up with their shit too. Will I be stuck in this shitty little city forever?”

“I hate doing the same thing over and over again so how can I handle a normal job? What if all my trainee shit is worthless? What if I don’t actually make it? I don’t think I could actually handle doing a shitty job every single day for pretty much the rest of my life. How do they expect me to stay in this small ass city?”

Namjoon and you didn’t have a clear answer to who “they” were or any real answer to all the questions you both shared.

“They want me to learn bullshit, give me a piece of paper, make me bust my ass, just to go into debt over and over again. Why are there people who are famous and rich for practically just being alive? They’re pretty much wiping their ass with money.” Namjoon huffed.

“God, I want to leave this place. Is there even life beyond this city? I know that sounds silly but think about it. If we get out of here, we’d be all alone in temporary places with no money nor job. With nothing. How the fuck can we get out of here when there’s nothing beyond it? Everything is here. Everything is in this city.” You panicked.

“Everyone I know and love are here. If I leave I’d be no one to everyone.”

You processed your reply, a few tears brimming your eyes as you really thought about everything that was just said. You couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that racked through your body. Namjoon seemed in the same boat you were in.

“I try to hide how I feel with jokes but very little people know how I feel when everything is said and done. I don’t want to be stuck here forever, but everything is here.” Namjoon murmured.

“Why can’t we live in books? Why are we stuck in such a shitty, boring world? Why can’t we live in an exciting and cool one? But no, we live in a world where people who just want a getaway and to get high receive more time in prison than a rapist.” You questioned.

Conversations like this one seemed to be getting more frequent the more time you spent with Namjoon. You both would spill your fears to one another that you didn’t realise existed until you met. Talking to Namjoon and listening to his standpoint always made you feel better. It made you realize that he truly understood you and your thoughts that you didn’t even really understand yourself. It was reassuring to know that not only did someone feel the same as you, but that you could also confide in said person and reveal your haunting fears.

Some nights were just odd, but strangely enlightening. Namjoon always said that the best thoughts came from alcohol, to which you hurriedly pointed out that, “No Namjoon they do not. Do you remember that one time you were so drunk that you actually came to the dorms in nothing but that unicorn --”

“Y/N! Don’t bring that up! We promised to never speak of that again.”

So here you were, answering the door much later than usual to a grinning, wasted Namjoon. He walked straight into your room, flopping onto your bed like he owned the place. You joined him after you grabbed a water bottle and set it on the bedside table next to him. Although this was all your room and all your bed, you considered Namjoon to share it with. That was his side of the bed and his bedside table, though not really. He never stayed the night at your place, let alone on your bed so there was no need to think that it was his side but you couldn’t seem to think otherwise.

After a while of Namjoon not speaking, you just assumed he had drifted off to sleep. Little did you know though, was that he was actually watching you the whole time. He was laying on his back, his legs halfway off the bed and his arms pulled back for his head to rest on. He was at a slightly uncomfortable angle to peek up at you as you continued reading your book silently, your back being pressed against the headboard and your legs stretched out in front of you. He enjoyed how fast your eyes darted through the words on the page, quick enough for him to see them. He liked how your tongue poked out from between your pink lips and how your hair had gotten into your eyes but you seemed unbothered and unaware of it. You looked rather cute to him and he wanted to tell you such but decided against it.

“Most things in life are temporary,” He spoke, his eyes still trained on you. Your own looked to him, back to your book and back to him when you set the book down to give him your full attention. “Especially on such a touch-and-go society we live in.”

He had been thinking about the previous discussion you two shared, about your fears. Your head tilted to the side a little bit and he realized that you were confused by his words. He also found that really cute.

“You know how there’s animals that are born for specific reasons and then after that’s done they just die? Like we could make fun of bees because they just produce honey, pollinate flowers and die but humans have to go through sixteen years of schooling, then leave for college for another few years and then get a career. We’re no different than bees.” He explained.

His words still seemed a bit of a jumble to you but you could understand the baseline of his argument. You nodded your head slowly at his words, gathering your own thoughts. “Bees are better than us. They sustain life. We create it but can’t do anything with it without the help of the bees and others.”

Namjoon’s body twisted to face you better now. He was now laying on his stomach and his eyes were wide as they stared up at you, almost childlike. “We live because of them, not the other way around. We’d be fucked without bees but the earth would be much better without us.”

“We, as humans, do nothing but destroy everything we touch. We’re just as bad as pests and weeds yet we somehow consider ourselves a superior species.”

Namjoon’s hand were toying with themselves as he hummed along to your words. He looked like a little kid distracting himself but you knew he was listening to your remarks, “Not to mention the fact that most of us don’t even really feel alive at this point. Mostly everything that makes people enjoy being alive is illegal or extremely hard to obtain.”

“I wonder if anything is actually enjoying life. Do bees enjoy living?” You pondered, still staring at Namjoon with his wide eyes and even wider grin.

“I think they do. Maybe not. They are being controlled by a queen though, so.”

“Aren’t we the same? We’re being controlled if you think about it, by the government, by parents or relatives, by society.”

Namjoon didn’t say anything for a few seconds. His eyes shot up to look at yours and the childlike wonder had disappeared. He seemed serious. “We’re given the illusion of freedom but the truth is that you don’t always get things by working hard. You can work as hard as you can but nothing is handed out. You’re wealthy in this world by either being talented, being born into it, or just pure luck.” He piped, casting his eyes downwards after his words.

You let his words sink in. You tried feeling them out and poking at the true depth behind his words and sudden behavior change. It seemed he revealed a bit of his fears in his statements; his fear of not actually making it. He expressed before how nervous he was of being a trainee and debuting but now it seemed you truly understood his nerves and fears behind it. He was genuinely starting to doubt himself and his talents. That his hard work was being wasted.

Your hand shot up to Namjoon’s cheek. His skin was soft and you could feel his warm breath on your wrist. His eyes travelled from your arm, slowly up your body and finally to your face. His eyes shown curiosity and his lips dared temptingly. It took a few moments for you to regain your proper head before you spoke, your words hushed, as if they would prove to Namjoon how true you felt about them and himself.

“You’re very talented, Namjoon. All your hard work will pay off one day and everything will be worth it in the end.” He seemed hooked on your words and you realized that he wasn’t actually focused on you, but instead your mouth. Heat spread all over your face and you decided to steer back to the conversation at hand, “Do you believe in luck? I’m not sure if I do. I mean, what determines luck? Who determines luck? Who passes out good and bad luck and how do they factor and decide it? Luck just feels like God in a way and I don’t think I believe in God so why should I believe in luck?”

Namjoon’s pupils flickered up to your own before resting again at looking at your lips. “Because luck can be the closest thing to a God. I think religion is built off of luck. If you feel lucky you’ll most likely believe in God because you think that your fortune is given by your faith. And vice versa, if you feel unlucky you’ll stray away from faith, feeling as if your prayers aren’t being answered. Who knows if there really is a God? Everybody that finds out are dead.” He smiled at his own joke, quiet giggles bubbling out of his mouth.

A grin crawled its way on your face at the drunk boy in front you. “What about those people who have shitstorms happen to them but still believe in God and faith? They still have shitty things happen to them.” You wondered, looking down at Namjoon to hear his reply only to see his head resting on your thigh. Even breaths and light snores filled the room and you realized that he had somehow fallen asleep amidst your talking. You weren’t sure what to do. Do you leave him be? Or do you wake him up and demand he go to his own room to sleep? You realized that it was almost four in the morning and decided to allow a drunk Namjoon to stay the night. You picked up his head, adjusting yourself to allow for a more comfortable position before laying his head upon your stomach. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath quick and jittery. You weren’t sure how to feel about Namjoon sleeping in your bed, with you in it, and him almost snuggling up to you. With shaky fingers you turned off the bedside lamp and allowed sleep to overtake you and your racing and drifting thoughts.

Some nights were spent outside and away from the warm and coziness of your bedroom. These nights were always cold and made you shiver but the warmth from your happiness heated you up. Laughs echoed in the streets as you wandered empty roads with Namjoon and his friends. Late night adventures with the others leaves no time and privacy to have your normal talks but instead allows you to laugh and joke and forget about everything. Namjoon’s friends were as kind as he and your heart fluttered at the thought of all of them debuting together. These were the nights when you truly realized just how much Namjoon and the rest of them deserved the success and opportunities that would come their way.

Nights like these occurred at random but always on someone’s birthday or any other special occasion. It was to get away and escape from everything and all the responsibilities but to also celebrate and bask in each other’s company. Moments like these felt rare nowadays and you wallowed in all the moments you got to spend with them, with no worries. Namjoon’s birthday was coming up and before you knew it you were all wandering empty streets, cracking jokes as you headed out to a cheap, affordable restaurant for you all to sit down at.

Namjoon took slow steps to allow you to catch up to him. When you reached his pace the other boys seemed to drift ahead just by a few feet. The air was bitter and cold and it bit at your neck even though it was only early-mid September. You could see Namjoon’s breath in the frosty air as he tightened his jacket around himself.

“It’s your birthday!” You squealed the obvious.

“Yeah, really? I wasn’t really sure why we were all going out but I guess the surprise is ruined.” He sassed back, shooting you a look before laughing.

You punched his arm, “Ha ha, you’re so funny Namjoon. Where did you get that sense of humor from?”

His dimpled grin took center stage as he mumbled, “Jeez. I’m getting to be an old man.”

You laughed at his tone, seeming flat and dejected. “Have fun with adulting.”

He glanced down at you, continuing a slower pace than normal. “You’re only a few months younger than me.”

Once Namjoon spent the night at your place the first time, it became a more frequent activity. He had stayed over several times after the first incident and nights like this were no different. Well, only a little bit. Instead of him staying over at yours, he offered for you to stay the night at his. Once you all had returned from dinner you stayed in Namjoon’s room for a couple hours, still chatting and celebrating his birthday. The boys all seemed worn out and once it became late, they bid you and Namjoon a good night before leaving and going to their own rooms. You stayed longer, however, comfy on Namjoon’s bed and refusing to actually get up. Namjoon walked the boys out and once that was done he rounded the corner of the dorm back into your line of vision. The lights were very dim at his place, barely functioning but working enough to cast a beautiful glow upon his skin. He looked ethereal, having not only the shitty lighting but also the moonlight to highlight his features and cast long shadows over his face. You were mesmerised as he laid back on the bed, right next to you and just closed his eyes, releasing a tired sigh. He seemed very worn out but relaxed at the same time, the tiniest of smiles peeking at the corner of his mouth.

You both laid in silence for some time, you watching and studying Namjoon for the entirety of it. He just seemed so calm and happy, his demeanour screaming soft. His chest rose evenly with quiet breaths and his eyes remained close as his mouth grew slightly wider as more time went by, seeming to become happier with time. The mood in the dorm was very peaceful yet seemed intense for you the more you studied your best friend. He was a very beautiful person, you knew that already but in this moment he seemed so much more. Beautiful was such an understatement for him as he was an ethereal being to you. His mind was wondrous as well as his personality. He thought about things in ways you never would have. Although you two were best friends, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was beautiful in many ways yet still in his own unique way. It was difficult to find proper words to describe Namjoon considering all the words you came up with seemed too little. You admired him so much so and you realized that he deserved all the happiness he could get. You wanted to give him that and an even bigger thought struck you in that moment? Did you actually like Namjoon?

He shifted now, turning his head to look at you with his dimpled smile still plastered on his face. His eyes seemed to glitter and shine the way the moonlight reflected in them, making them appear to be their own galaxies. They were focused straight on you, intense and refusing to look away. His red lips dropped down at the corners, going back into a blank face as he said nothing while staring at you. His head tilted to the side and you became confused by his sudden shift.

“What are you thinking about?” You wondered, not breaking eye contact.

“You.” He whispered right away.

He only gave you a one-word reply but it made your breath still as you tried understanding what he meant, “I hope all good things.”

One corner of his mouth upturned into a small smirk, “Nothing but. It’s really late. Do you just want to stay over?”

You were really comfortable and you really didn’t want to get up and walk back to your own dorm. You weren’t sure just how you should approach the situation. Did things change now that there was underlying feelings for your best friend, the one that just offered for you to sleep in his bed with him? He’s slept over your place multiple times before and you figured that nothing should change. You nodded your head to his question and soon you were in one of his shirts that flooded you and some old pair of his sweats that were too small for him.

You were turned on your side, facing Namjoon as he did the same to you. Neither of you spoke but it seemed like thousands of words were being exchanged with just your eyes. He had turned off the lights but didn’t close the blinds fully, meaning one long stripe of moonlight reflected on part of his face as he was facing the window. In the dark you could still see his delicate skin and a hint of a crescent indented in his cheek. His lips were pulled thin due to his slight grin and one of his arms was being used as a pillow as the other wrapped itself around his torso. Looking down at them made your heart flutter as you could make out his delicate and intricate system of veins travelling throughout his arms leading to his large hands. His shirt was tight and you could see his muscle definition straining against it as well as details of his chest. The fabric dropped a little low, allowing you to see the sharp crevices of his collarbones. Thoughts of marking them flitted your mind before you shook them off, busying yourself with admiring the beauty your best friend held.

You weren’t sure when you had drifted to sleep but you knew when you awoke that daylight had yet to fully arrive as peaks of a brighter hue were starting to align on the horizon. Namjoon’s eyes were closed, his eyelashes long and fluttering on his soft skin. His plump lips were slightly open, soft breaths escaping them. He was still in the same position you remembered him to be in before falling asleep, his body still locked and turned to you. You wondered if he drifted off before or after you. Did he notice you admiring him? Did he do the same for you? Listening to his even breaths lulled you back to snoozing and it was probably the best sleep you had gotten in months.

Some nights didn’t even have Namjoon. These were the nights where he stayed late in the studio to develop and progress his work even further. These nights were typically spent by yourself but every odd day once in awhile, one of the boys would invite you out or to their dorm. Although they were Namjoon’s friends and it seemed strange to hang out with them without the mutual best friend, you decided to try it out and at this point you were used to it.

Tonight you just watched a terrible movie at their dorm where no one was really paying attention to it. The boys had seemed off since your arrival and you couldn’t pinpoint what could cause this behavior so you decided to see if it would shift back to normal after a while of you being there. When it didn’t, you opted to asking what was wrong with them to which they denied anything was the matter. You dropped it but you couldn’t lose the uneasy feeling in your gut at the boys’ strange antics.

About an hour passed before Hoseok spoke, his voice delicate and soft, “It’s kinda off without Namjoon huh, Y/N?”

His question seemed weird to you as you guys had hung out a few times before when Namjoon was staying late in the studio. Regardless you nodded your head and agreed with him.

“Namjoon is great, isn’t he Y/N?” Jungkook commented, his eyes darting to scan your face for a reaction you weren’t sure of.

Again, you found the questions puzzling but you nodded your head and agreed with the younger boy.

Taehyung chimed in, “He is just so sweet and so handsome, right Y/N? He’s such an amazing guy. Anyone would be lucky to have him.”

The gears clicked and whirred inside your head as all the boys present in the room watched you, seeing what your reaction would be. You could figure what they were hinting at but decided to ask anyway, “Are you boys suggesting something?”

Instantaneously they all brushed off your question, denying it. No one acknowledged the topic for the rest of the night and soon you left and went back to your dorm, their questions still prodding at the corners of your mind.

Some nights were spent helping a drunk Namjoon to walk while herding the other boys to follow. These nights were filled with yelling from the boys and a constant shushing and pleading to go to bed from a tired you. Although Namjoon struggled to walk he always yelled and acted as your backup when you scolded the others for being loud and to get to sleep. He kinda defeated the purpose of being quiet to get them to bed but they seemed to listen better to him than you. Finally you would bring Namjoon to his own room and gently lay him down on his bed, careful to make sure he wouldn’t fall off. This particular night he pulled you down onto him as his arms encircled your waist and pressed your body against his own, your head tucked under his chin.

“Ahh, this is so much more comfortable, Y/N. Why don’t we do this more often?” He murmured, his eyes fluttering close as he gave you a little squeeze before burying his face in your hair.

“Joonie, you really need to go to sleep, which requires you letting me go so I can go back to my own bed.” You breathed out, trying to calm your racing heart as you tugged at his arms.

“Nonsense! Just sleep here tonight. I could easily fall asleep like this. It’ll take much longer to go to sleep without you.”

His words, although slurred, did not help your throbbing heart. You moved your head to look at him, wondering if his words meant more. “What do you mean by that Namjoon?”

He hummed before responding, “I like sleeping with you here. I like you. I want to be around you all the time, Y/N. Didn’t you know that already? Why are you asking such a silly question?” His grin was huge, teeth revealed as he messed up your hair as if you were an innocent child who just asked a foolish question.

“You like me?” You asked, staring intently at the boy in front of you.

“Of course I do! I thought it was so obvious. You’re so cute Y/N!” He giggled, his hand coming up to push stray hairs behind your ear. When you didn’t reply his tone took a shy approach, “Do you like me Y/N? The guys swear up and down that you do but I’m not sure. We’re best friends, I wouldn’t want that to get ruined.”

“....Yes, I like you too, Joonie.” You reassured, smiling wide at the situation. Namjoon planted a kiss on your forehead after your confession and he seemed happier than you.

Shortly after he drifted off to sleep, light snores leaving his barely open lips. You had no choice but to doze off as well. When the morning rays of sunlight drifted in through the blinds, you awoke to see a wide-eyed Namjoon. He apparently wasn’t as drunk as you assumed and actually recalled every bit of last night.

Some nights were spent making out on Namjoon’s bed for seemingly hours as you straddled his waist and his hands gripped at your hips, pulling you even closer to him. These nights left you breathless and panting as Namjoon’s mouth pressed to yours and stole all the air from you. His hands always travelled underneath your shirt to feel more of your soft skin and he would sometimes draw shapes and words on your flesh. Your fingers would tangle in his hair, playing with the little strands at the nape of his neck, sometimes digging in his locks and pushing his head closer to your own. It seemed you two couldn’t get close enough.

Some nights were spent on awkward dates where something would go wrong or something would shatter. Namjoon didn’t receive the nickname “God of Destruction” for no reason. These nights were filled with giggles and blushing faces and racing hearts. They were filled with stuttered words and nice clothes. Restaurants, parks, and carnivals all were apart of your date list and all had a minor inconvenience but still ended with each other in a warm bed. You may have a drink or two spilled on you every once in awhile but you wouldn’t trade those date nights for anything.

Some mornings started with Namjoon’s face right in front of yours, his nose skimming along your own. These mornings were your favorite, quickly becoming the best part of your entire day at seeing not only the person you love but your best friend which was the best way to wake up. Some mornings Namjoon awoke before you and just played with your hair or peppered your faces with kisses until you woke up yourself. Some mornings you woke up before him where you admired all of him. Where you wondered just how lucky you were to meet such an amazing human being.

His eyes fluttered open as he stared at you for a moment before speaking, his voice deep and raspy from sleep which sent shivers down your spine. “Good morning.”

Some mornings you didn’t have Namjoon to wake up to. These mornings weren’t very enjoyable and you just wished to stay in bed and sleep more but unfortunately you could not. Knocks on your door caused you to groan and force yourself up in order to see who it was.

A cheery Namjoon stood in the doorway, beaming at you, “Good morning.” He bubbled. He was a much better morning person than you were.

“No.” You simply put, turning around to go back inside of your dorm, leaving the door open for him to follow you. You plopped back down on your bed, trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes as Namjoon leaned against the wall and watched you.

“No?” He questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

“It’s never a good morning when you have to wake up from the temporary death state….or when you aren’t there.” You muttered the last part, casting your eyes downward as you stretched your arms up causing Namjoon’s shirt that you were wearing to rise up a little bit and reveal more of your thighs to him.

You assumed he heard your admission as he smiled at you, “Ah, let me change it then. Tolerable morning.”

“Eh, we could get a little worse.” You pointed out, staring up at him.

“Hardly tolerable morning.” He laughed.

“There we go! And a hardly tolerable morning to you too.” You gushed out, standing up to face him now, standing on your tiptoes to plant a quick kiss to his lips before returning to your actual height.

A smirk overtook his lips at your action, “Actually I don’t need a hardly tolerable morning back. Seeing you automatically makes it a great morning.”

The night brought many positive gifts to you, including that of peace, solitude and interesting conversations. The darkness that the night gave was your friend and it always offered its company to you, even if sometimes it wasn’t wanted. The night could bring good and bad. The night brought Namjoon to you and for that, you were always grateful. Namjoon brought the brightness and radiance of the day to your life and now you were no longer casted to living in the dark, in the night. Namjoon offered you the light that was himself. You would no longer be enshrouded in the night, in the constant darkness that it brought to you but instead, now you had the day because of Namjoon. He was the sun to your moon. He was the day to your night and now you weren’t left to stay in only one but could enjoy and live in both.