#(probs more cause of tea but you get my point)

[myorgansaremelting]

I’m gonna sob

[call-sign-jinx]

Tangerine ~ You're My Top Priority

Summary: you and tangerine have an argument that ends up with you crying, you go to sleep after getting drugged and when you wake up tangerine confesses something.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, makeout, guns and i think thas it

A/N: hiya babes! if ur reading this i hope u find it great cos i acc enjoyed writing sommet for once. ill probs do more and requests r open so ye. adios hun xoxo

tangerine x fem!reader

To put it simply. I hate Tangerine’s guts. Why? Cause he’s a fucking twat and everyone knows it. Some people are just more tolerable to him than others. Me? I don’t take any of his shit cause I just don’t care anymore. When I were younger, I used to let people take the piss and use me for my kindness but as I grew older, I started to care less. It started to drain me being that nice all the time. So by the time I was about 15, I just... Cracked. What I mean is I realised who used me and who didn’t and the worst of them all was none other than Tangerine himself. He wanted me to do something for him and instead of finally saying no, I just snapped and let out all my anger out on him. Obviously he fought back, but I won anyway. And from that day, we both hated each other.

Now, I’m on a mission with Lemon, and sadly Tangerine, to bring the White Death’s son to him and also to bring a brief case. Simple but also not. I heard that some other people are after the briefcase so when Tangerine mentioned that we wouldn’t keep it with us for the train journey. I obviously had something to say.

“Why the fuck would yer leave it there without one of us ‘olding it? Ahaha you pleb are you ‘aving a giggle?” I tilted my head back as I laughed at Tangerine. Lemon let out a small giggle as he has always loved my accent. Tangerine just pulled a face at me that looked like disgust.

“Do you plan on holding it mate?” Tangerine wanted an argument, and so did I. So I was going to give him one.

“Nah, am not gonna ‘old it, yer 'olding you daft bastard." Lemon couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. Tangerine hit his shoulder to try and stop him but all it did was make them go slightly quieter.

"Maybe if you grew a pair Tangerine, you'd get a job done without needing other people to do all the dirty work." I crossed my arms across my chest and Tangerine gave me the dirtiest look he could fathom.

"Who do you think you're talking to Baroness? You're only on our side cause we needed you for one thing then this bastard decided to let you join our 'team'." Tangerine pointed to Lemon angrily and I rolled my eyes as he continued to lecture me while Lemon put a hand on his chest in mock offense. I lay back into my seat and blocked his voice out.

"Oi! Just because you're rich from daddy's money you inherited when he died doesn't mean you have to ignore me you stuck up bitch." That struck a nerve. He knew my dad died when I was 16. I had to get pulled out of school because of it for a bit. He died because of something I did. Something I did cost him his fucking life.

"You know not to talk 'bout ma dad you fucking stupid cunt." My eyes began to tear up and I couldn't hold them in anymore. I stood up and went to the bathroom as far away from Tangerine as I could. I locked the door and sat there for a while. Guess it was long enough for me to fall asleep. I know, why on God's green earth is an agent falling asleep on a mission? I don't fucking know mate, I were just feeling tired since I had that cup of tea that man gave me. Fuck! It has halcian. I thought it were that in his fucking pocket.

I leaned against the wall and my eyes got heavier and heavier with every second. Until... I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I heard shouting and people fighting. I quickly woke myself up and psyched myself up to get ready for a punch getting thrown or a kick to the leg. I quickly opened the door and as soon as I stepped out I was met with silence. I looked to the left of me, and there were men down on the floor. Then I looked to the right, great. It were Tangerine post-fight with sweat glazing his face and exposed chest. God his body looked good in that sui- what the fuck am I thinking? No! He's a fucking prick. But he's a fit prick. Ugh it's fucking confusing.

"Oh my God, Ness! I thought someone had hurt you! Are you alright?" He cupped my cheeks and turned my head side to side to scan for any signs of damage. I rolled my eyes and pushed his gorgeous, veiny hands away from my face.

"Why don't you go get the brief case since thas what yer always worried bout. Fucking cumbag." I went to turn around and leave but Tangerine grabbed my wrist and held me in place. He looked at me and oh. My. God. I never noticed how blue and beautiful his eyes were. Baroness! Stop! He's been a prick since day 1, why now?

"Y/N, what do you mean? I care more about you than the briefcase. I always have. You're my top priority." He cupped my cheeks once again and heat were rising to my face.

"Anyway, besides the point. Where've you been this past hour? We kind of needed you a bit." He gestures his head side to side at the men down on the floor.

"Some fucking wankface man spiked ma drink. Am fucking livid and am gonna knock his lights out." Tangerine's whole demeanor changed. His went from soft and caring to pissed off and looks like he's about to kill everyone in his sight.

"Who the fuck did it? Do you remember what he looked like?" I looked to my left when I saw a figure coming towards us and it was the prick himself. I pointed at him and before I could even say anything, Tangerine pulled his gun out and shot him between the eyes.

"Jesus Christ Tang, bit of a warning next time?" Tangerine quickly put his gun away and apologised.

"By the way Ness, am sorry for what I said earlier. That wasn't called for and I crossed the line." He looked down to his shoes with furrowed brows.

"Tang, its fine. I've said some fucked up shit to you before. Some has been even worse than that and you just act like you don't care when I know it hits a nerve. Plus am tired of fighting all the time. Mates?" I put my hand out for him to shake but when he grabbed it he pulled me closer to him then pressed his lips against mine.

I was shocked at first but then I kissed him back and pulled him as close as possible by placing my hands on the back of his neck. He slowly places his hands on my waist and squeezes them as he does the same.

He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I open my mouth in response and it turns into a heated makeout, until both of us lose our breath.

"I think I wanna be more than mates darling." Tangerine smirks at me and I returned the expression. We then decide to go look for Lemon and head to the bottom of the train as quick as we can.

[prikarin]

Me again, thanks for answering! Another question popped into my mind while reading an ask where you answered in regards to the yandere ending-what about the twisted & sweet endings? Particularly the latter-that tire's still flat after all.

No prob!

Also HUGE SPOILERS AHEAD for the Twisted and Sweet endings

When it comes to the Twisted Ending, Aspen made their own deal with Rory, that's why their eyes are red. Aspen asked Rory to expand the area of the force field so that Crowe and them can travel farther than Winter Hollow. In this way, Aspen and Crowe could go to one of the nearby villages (most probably Frostpeak Town) to acquire the tools necessary for an internet connection.

Once Aspen has access to the internet, they use their graphic design and online marketing skills to make digital tourism advertisements in order to attract people into Winter Hollow so that they can give their bodies to the red scavengers.

Aspen is as much of a yandere and as much of a crazy person as Crowe in this ending, which is why they're not afraid to get their hands dirty.

Outside of their contract with Rory, Aspen and Crowe have pretty chill lives. Crowe is glad that he can now explore more aside from just Winter Hollow and that he can even get information from the internet with Aspen's help.

Aspen themselves works as a graphic designer and enjoys their free time reading lots of books & comics as well as spending time with Crowe.

You could think of these two as sort of a villain couple in this ending!

- - -

As for the Sweet Ending, just like how Crowe and Aspen collect stuff from the victims of the blizzards in the Twisted ending, Crowe did much of the same before he met Aspen.

My idea is that his pantry is not only a storage for food but also a place where he sometimes puts away stuff that might come in handy at some point. This is how they're able to fix Aspen's flat tire and eventually travel back to Silvering City.

I don't think that they'd stay in Silvering City for very long, though. As Aspen mentions in this ending, they quit their office job to do something they really wanted.

Aspen is really good at graphic design and online marketing, so I think they would most probably be a freelance graphic designer (similar to the Twisted Ending). As for Crowe's job, he'd be an Investigative Nature Researcher who writes books on the matter (like encyclopedias on nature, for instance) which would include his doodles too (similar to the book on crows he made).

In addition, Aspen and Crowe not only have their own jobs, but they also work together on the side by selling wild tea. They combine Crowe's knowledge of foraging & nature with Aspen's expertise on graphic design & online marketing to make this possible (the official artbook even has a short mini comic on the matter).

As for where they would live once they settle everything? I'd like to think it'd be someplace outside of Silvering City. Crowe and Aspen prefer colder temperatures so I think they'd like to be somewhere where it doesn't get too hot.

I sort of have an idea of where that would be but I want to save the surprise in case they make a cameo in another game, hehe.

Their relationship in this ending is the most healthy and the one where I can truly say that they're truly in love with each other. Just like Aspen told Crowe, they can't fix him and he can't fix them.

They gotta sort out their demons on their own (with therapy, meditation or what they feel works the best for them).

The lesson here is that they're not alone, they got each other and they can have a good life and relationship by having good communication and keeping each other company.

- - -

On a separate note, Crowe and Aspen keep investigating the strange "eternal winter" in both of these endings; though I personally consider the Sweet Ending to be the canon one.

The answer to what causes the strange weather, though, will most probably be answered in another game with other characters in the far future 👀

Thank you for the questions, these were fun to answer! 😊💖

[crguang]

ok honestly im kinda done w genshin atp, like the story is okay, the whitewashing tho is pissing me off tho, um idk, i like the game play, and also i gotta get to sneznaya or wtv when that comes out. and did u just not like the sumeru characters bc more of them are men.../j i still dont have yelan or arle very sad...they're like top 10 genshin characters for me, i was too broke to pull for them when they were running

ALSO that's not what i meant abt natasha, like as a character shes good and i like her, and her story is good, i dont dislike her, what i meant is that i cant be attracted to her, like idk...bc all the stuff u listed i should like her, so like idk. i dont skip story, i did her sq, so maybe it is just the fact that shes a doctor, like that was how she was presented at first and i just cant look past it ok... my mom was a doctor so i just cant...my mommy issues strike again, and i just dont rlly like doctors in general havent had good experiences w them before, so i cant be attracted to one...idk, like ik shes like way more than that. and i did get a few adds for her so its prob that as well that kind messed with my perception of her at the beginning, the only hsr adds i every got continously was kafkas trailer.

tbh i shouldve realized i liked women when i saw kafka dragging her fingers across a wall wish i was that wall with like her voice in the background and that was what made me decide to play the game. they know what they're doing...

speaking of which i got her other two messages, shes ridiculous, like i cant believe she can just go to a movie theater like that, and her checking up on you...i did scream. shes pathetic... honestly her being into phycological thrillers makes sm sense, so she was def seeing one of those. and i think shes exposing herself bc of both of the reasons you listed (also like it being on a burner acc incase she gets rejected...i obviously wasnt mean to her tho).

honestly im just shy sat okay...thats why im an anon, but it is funny, since we're all reading ur smut, and thirsting over everyone together.

i did sleep i promise, i dont really like taking medicine, again doctor stuff, but i'll been taking some melatonin bc last night it took be 3 and a half hours to sleep and ive been drinking tea and stuff, but ill be going to sleep after this. wish me luck.

-🌠

i also wanted to last until snezhnaya like i remember a few years ago when the first fatui trailer dropped after inazuma and my entire timeline went crazyyyy, people who didn’t play the game anymore got back into it just for the fatui like they really united everyone… but since the characters and stories dont do anything for me now i personally never feel like playing. and yes i actually was so bored with sumeru because im not interested in men at all dhfjgkgk but also the whitewashing there pissed me off and how they nerfed dehya and made her a horrible standard character was so annoying like i didnt pull for a single sumeru character 😭 arle/yelan is an insane duo, my yelan is great cause shes been my main for years so she doesn’t need anyone but adding arle is just cheating fr. look at my favs beefing (clorinde was there for the friendship points😪)

i thought you disliked nat because you said your friend thought you disliked her bc she was a doctor, but it makes sense if you’ve had bad experiences with healthcare professionals and are reminded of them when you see doctors. personally i love when people who work in healthcare actually care about the patients they have because it’s quite literally life saving and sooo many of them dont give a fuck, that’s why i adore natasha a lot. it’s totally fine if you’re not attracted to her, you don’t have to be!

kafka’s trailer changed my brain chemistry and i can recite it by heart from how often ive watched it. they definitely knew what they were doing especially with these shots like can i please be that guy… i’ll take the bullet too idgaf. AND YES THE MOVIE THEATER SHES SUCH A LOSERRR, THE “my life is an action movie btw lol haha” when the tb says they like action films is so ridiculous. i need to look up her other answers but when she said the action movies lacked immersion i pat myself on the back for writing that she likes psychological thrillers over horror or any other genre like i know her for real… im literally inside her head.

im glad youre sleeping even if it takes a little while!! hopefully your internal clock stops messing woth you and allows you to get some good rest

[dcbbw]

Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. 😘

Sorry (not really), I was thinking about it this morning and now I can’t stop lol

#My Meredith! Thank you so much for this ask!

I was going to throwback (it IS Thursday), but figured my readers have read through this incomplete series at least once.

I was going to snippet some of the WIP (Drake and Riley's wedding) I need to finish, but decided, naw.

So below is what the hell I pulled out of my ass while I should've been working at the job I get paid to do.

It's lemony, so giving it a blanket NSFW tag (but my smut is so rusty at this point, the story is probs safe for Bible study)

And here we go ....

The pads of his long fingers burn into her bare skin as he palms her full breasts; his lips whisper dry kisses along the side of her neck before drifting down the column of her throat. His hardened manhood, throbbing with need, presses insistently against a shapely thigh.

“I hear Lady Hana is staying at the Palace,” Duchess Riley Brooks-Walker states accusingly as she pours herself a cup of green tea.

King Liam looks over, his expression neutral but for the flash of annoyance in his eyes. “The Palace is home to many, Your Grace.”

The monarch has traveled to Valtoria for the duchy’s mid-year budget review, an appointment that has been on both their calendars since the beginning of the fiscal year. His eyes travel over the Duchess’ form, clad in a jewel-toned jumpsuit, before resuming his breakfast.

His large palms are splayed against her hips, his tongue blazing a southward trail along her midriff. Riley’s breath hitches as her legs spread open further. The faint aroma of her arousal reaches his nostrils and his ministrations become quicker, faster. Normally he is a leisurely lover, ensuring she reaches every peak and high she can consume before allowing himself release. But now is different; he feels the need to mark her as territory, claim her as property.

She allows it. They both need to be reminded to whom they belong.

“It’s not a good look, Liam. She needs to be housed in a duchy.”

The King laughs, though it is without mirth. “Currently, she resides in the ultimate duchy. And I see nothing wrong with her spending time in the Capital.”

His eyes narrow shrewdly at the Duchess who is using her fork to stab at her eggs. “You’re jealous,” he correctly deduces.

Her eyes lift and hold his gaze. “A single woman sharing the same roof as a single King who is searching for a wife? Tongues will wag, and rumors will fly.”

“Yet, you were fine with her at Ramsford.”

His shaft slides slowly into her entrance; he hisses at tight pink walls wrapping around his erection. Her legs are tossed over his shoulder and he turns his head to kiss her calf. Their dance, one older than time itself, begins slowly as he pushes into, then pulls his entire length out of her. Her hips undulate slowly against his groin, her nails scratching against random patches of skin. His scent fills her nostrils, causing her center to wetten even more.

“In case you have forgotten, Lady Riley, you are married. I am not. And as valuable as your contributions are to both Court and country … no one is looking to you to lead Cordonia. You could have been leading by my side, but again, that’s a choice you made.”

“I know both my status and my station, Your Majesty!” Riley responds snappishly. “I realize you need a wife and the country needs a Queen. All I am suggesting is that your search for one be conducted a bit more … discreetly.”

The King arches a brow. “Any potential courtships will be conducted as I see fit. I have to live with your choices, quite sure you can live with mine.”

The Duchess tosses her cloth napkin angrily, yet harmlessly against the table. “If you insist on keeping Hana at the Palace, whatever we are … whatever we have, it’s over!”

“The conversation perhaps,” the King partially agrees as he sips coffee.

The couple’s movements are frantic, almost frenzied. Slick skin slaps against slick skin as his cock sloppily slides within her slippery folds. Their breaths are gasps as they both feel their orgasms rising. His chest and back are marked and scratched, her neck and breasts are passionately marked. His fingertips dig into her buttocks as her legs slide down his body to lock around his waist. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back, spurring him on.

Muscles tighten, yells pierce the air, and stars explode behind closed eyes as they climax simultaneously. His seed splashes her walls, her juices coat his shaft; he collapses atop her, his breath ragged and hot against her cheek.

“God, I love you Brooks. The next two days in Lythikos will be the longest of my life,” Drake Walker murmurs against his wife’s shoulder before kissing her deeply.

Riley is grateful for the kiss; it swallows the answer she doesn’t have to give.

The Duchess leads the way to the formal library where the Cordornian Comptroller and the Duchy of Valtoria’s Financial Director await her and the King. Her strides are long and sure in her Louboutin stilettos; the King meanders behind her, his eyes trained on her ass as she walks.

“There is nothing between Lady Hana and myself,” he offers as both explanation and apology.

Riley stops, looking over her shoulder suspiciously at her monarch, her lover.

“I know I have no right to dictate who you see, but I’m still so in love with you,” she says softly. “I feel … I feel as if I’m losing you.”

Liam steps forward quickly, pulling Riley into a heated embrace, followed by a passionate kiss to swallow the answer he doesn’t need to give.

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[sanasanakun]

I was reading your post about how Gortash is so polarizing in how people respond to him and while I don’t have an answer, I can weigh in on the side of thinking he’s attractive and not understanding some of the complaints people have. I try to see what it is that makes some people go ewwww no way but I don’t see what they do. For example a lot of people will say he looks dirty and I feel like I’m missing something completely. He looks unkempt but his hair looks shiny and clean and there’s no stains on his clothes. There’s scars and age marks and stubble on his skin, but I don’t read that as dirt (maybe I’m wrong)? His teeth aren’t perfectly white but thats the case for anyone who drinks coffee or tea so that doesn’t mean anything about hygiene. It also feels like people mistake his skin for just being dirty instead of not pasty white. Also when I see comments about “this guy must smell bad” and I immediately think of that journalist who made a remark about zendaya smelling like patchouli and weed because it feels like it’s coming from the same mindset and is sometimes word for word literally just that. This isn’t even touching on the fact that he’s got wrinkles and dark under eyes and signs of age and trauma that aren’t cute or superficial. I’m saying that the haters are all racist or ageist but I think there’s some biases at play and no one feels like they need to think about it too deeply because he’s an antagonist.

Yeah, I definitely agree with your takes here. I’m also someone who thinks he’s attractive and never really had a problem with his design. I don’t really care for the hair and think it’s a little goofy, but overall he’s very handsome (and the outfit is drippy af).

I will say that his model actually DOES have dirt on his face. Like those spots are the in game dirt feature (idk if that’s the right word). I’m not sure if that’s to have age spots or show that he’s a little disheveled, but yeah he is actually dirty in game lol but I’m with you in never thinking that he was dirty or smelled bad. But he doesn’t look like an archduke and I think that’s the point of his design; he’s a fraud and a tyrant (aka a bad leader).

And I definitely think a lot of the criticism for his design comes from racism and ageism. And I’ll preface this by saying that I’ve always read Gortash as being inspired by Turkish and Bulgarian people looks-wise. The constant insults of calling him disgusting or dirty make me side eye cause I do think it comes from his darker complexion and “unconventional” features that are more common in Türkiye and the Balkans.

Like I can only speak as a Bulgarian, but people in Western Europe treat us like shit. They call us dirty, untrustworthy, mafioso, ugly, etc. like Western Europeans fucking hate us. In America, it’s not as bad but we still have a negative image (in my experience. I’ve been told I’m poor and from a country that shouldn’t exist before). And I’m very white, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for those with darker skin tones. So, I think people carry this bias against people that look like Gort and don’t think deeper about it when they say these things (or redesign him). I find it very hurtful tbh because I really loved seeing a character that looked like him. He’s very unique amongst the other character models.

And obvs, ageism is a huge problem that people also won’t confront with themselves. And all this combined with bad media literacy (imo) like they cannot get over the “young and handsome” part for some reason and it’s so annoying.

Anyway, I’m rambling and prob not making a lot of sense cause I’m tired lol but yes! I agree with you. Luckily, it seems like Gort has a pretty sizable fanbase and a lot of people love him! So, it’s not all bad. But I wish people would maybe think a bit longer about some of their opinions on him. Cause he’s a horrible person! But we don’t need to constantly call him dirty or disgusting or whatever. But that’s just where I stand on this whole thing.

[itgirl44411]

GLOW UP DAY 2!

OH! WOW YOU CAME AGAIN ! SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! I AM A LIL LATE WITH DAY 2 BUT IT'S OK...RIGHT?DID YOU MISS ME ? HOPE SO!

-TODAY WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW TO GET THE GRADES UP // WHY YOU CAN'T LOSE WEIGHT// MY WORKOUT // HOW TO BOOST METABOLISM //

°HOW TO GET YOUR GRADES UP-

-STUDY 20/30 MIN REST 5/10

WHEN WE STUDY WE GET TIRED AND BORED SO WHY NOT STUDY FOR A SMALL TIME AND THEN REST AND REPEAT?

-SLEEP WELL

WE HAVE TO REST OUR HEADS FOR TOMORROW'S SCHOOL 🏫 WE DON'T WANT TO FALL ASLEEP DURING CLASS AND MISS THE WHOLE THING RIGHT WELL YOU PROB WANT TO BUT THAT ISN'T THE POINT SLEEP AT LEAST 7 HOURS A NIGHT!

- EAT WELL

FOOD GIVES US ENERGY ! WE NEED ENERGY TO THINK, STUDY ,WALK EVERYTHING BUT RIGHT NOW WE ARE FOCUSING ON THE THINKING AND STUDYING ! DON'T SKIP MEALS (UNLESS YOU DON'T LIKE BREAKFAST)

-STUDY EVEN IN SPRING/WINTER BRAKE

THAT SOUNDS LAME IK BUT 20-30MIN NOT GONNA HURT RIGHT?

°WHY CAN'T YOU LOSE WEIGHT?

1. NOT EXERCISING AT ALL -

NO EXERCISES CAUSES GAINING WEIGHT. WE NEED TO MOVE THIS BODY A LITTLE BY

-WALKING

-RUNNING

-JUMPING ON ROPE

-DOING WORKOUTS(mine is 👇🏻 in the post)

2.NOT DRINKING ENOUGH WATER

-BY DRINKING WATER WE FLUSH DOWN OUR BODY

-WE HYDRATE THE BODY

3.SLEEPING TO MUCH

-SLEEPING CAN SLOW DOWN YOUR METABOLISM

(7-9HOURS ARE COMPLETELY ENOUGH)

°MY WORKOUT

YOU FOUNDED MY WORKOUT ✨ YUPPIE ✨

1- walking

I LOVE WALKING ! I WALK EVERY DAY AND DO AROUND 5K-12K STEPS !

2-RIDING MY BIKE

I ride my bike 1-3days a week for 15-30min

3. EXERCISES

-i do a lot of them

200-300 russian twist

80- plank hip dips

30-50 crunches

50- bicycle crunches

10-20 squats

And more , but these are the main ones i do a day .

°HOW TO BOOST YOUR METABOLISM?

1.SIMPLY BY DRINKING TEA!

-GREEN TEA

-GINGER TEA

-HERBAL TEA

-BLACK TEA

TEA, TEA, TEA A LOT OF TEA ☕

2.SLEEP , BUT NOT TO MUCH

-3-7h - not enough

-7-9h - perfect

-9-10+ - WAKE UP

Sleeping can slow down metabolism

3.EAT MORE FIBER

4. DRINK AT LEAST 2L of water a day

5.EAT MORE FRUITS AND VEGGIES AND MAKE JUNCK AND PASTRY FOODS SMALLER AMOUNTS

-JUNCK AND PASTRY FOODS takes more time to be digested from the stomach

THAT IS FOR TODAY SEE YOU SOON! ;)

[nudibranchpropaganda]

Talk about your OCs!!!!!!!!!!

i desperately wanted to respond to this immediately but i had a physiology exam this morning :(( have my post exam sleep deprived caffeine induced ramblings mwah <3

there's 3 of them rn and i love them all to pieces i have gone into wayyyyyy too much detail under the read more

so there's my demon baby who currently has no name. legit just The Demon in my brain. they started as a reader insert but i genuinely fell in love with them and am probs gonna keep adding to that au for a while (keep an eye out if u liked it)

Personally i see them as genderfluid - they can shape shift at will, but tend to lean towards mma/wrestler builds (1000000% can and will fuck u standing up) and charcoal grey skin (to blend in w the smog that fills their home skies).

physical characteristics? definitely has bat wings. love thin, membranous, and slightly translucent wings. they generally have claws and sharp teeth, a tail cause its fun to whip around and provides a nice counterweight + extra arm to grab things. they change the style of their horns like some ppl change their hair colour, a personal fav are ones either like a ram's or greater kudus's, but honestly if u like a different kind they've probably worn them for a bit for sure. tall and broad no matter what. this bastard is BIG and will use it to their advantage.

they feed off emotions, there's a whole taste menu thing i could get into, but generally they feed on fear cause its most readily available. their fav is happiness. just pure joy. tastes like bubbly sunshine and keeps them satiated for weeks. they can also amplify emotions, but can't create them if they aren't already there. summoned in the stereotypical way: fire, blood, latin chant (soap was just fuckin around for a laugh). no aversion to generic holy items, they aren't evil just another species. bright light will fuck them up tho cause they are nocturnal and have "evolved" for life in the darker hours.

can be mean. can be very very mean. knows where to hit to make it hurt, will absolutely be a little cruel on occasion when hurt by something. can also be very very warm, reading emotions makes it easy for them to give ppl what they need. generally is pretty sweet though, kinda like a creme brulee - brittle hard outside that you gotta crack to get to the soft sweet inside.

when i wanna get into their headspace i listen to maneater by the blue eyed blondes, gimme by she keeps bees (thnx for the rec on that one), keep it down by migrant motel, and i like the way you die boy by black honey. the pintrest board that i dump all the vibes in

the last one is still sorta in the work shopping phase. they're a cod oc, early to mid 30s again. i know their call sign is Jaws bc they tore someones throat out with their teeth when they got pinned down during a mission. they're head hunted by laswell after the 141 is a known force for their recon and undercover work. they get pretty close to gaz and soap, but struggle initially to break into the group cause the boys are such a well oiled machine at this point and don't really want to disrupt the status quo.

there's also the protag of my other cod fic (once again i have yet to name her). she's bi, in her mid 30s, and moved out to the edge of the forest after her last long term relationship ended (have yet to decide whether it was divorce or death). she's definitely a recluse, has a little bit of a hobby farm garden going (hugelkultur ftw), and grew up on stories about how the woods used to eat people (nova scotian; apalachian for sure).

BAD relationship w/her mother. they dont speak anymore. kind enough to her neighbours, but everyone kinda thinks shes a little strange, a little offputting (same girl). big on enjoying the little moments with the people she loves, sitting on the porch and drinking tea together kinda life.

she's honestly super special to me and i love her so much. abandoned and cranky but forced to confront that physical manifestation of grief and rage inside her when she gets attacked in the home she used to share w/her wife. and then soap? just kinda working his way into her life and very quickly getting close to her and being kind and gentle and reaching out a hand for her? idk if that was how it came out but that was what i was going for :)

anyways i listened to black hole by Griff on repeat when writing that fic, also kiss with a fist by florence and the machine. alrighty aphrodite by peach pit, lost without by shane guerrette, ghosts and monsters by saint chaos, and west virginia by the builders and the butchers were some more songs that made the writing playlist for her. pintrest board if ur interested :)

they had some trouble with their last unit too, butting heads with a shitty CO/team mate (tbd). this 100% made it into their rap sheet and gave them a bit of a rep as a trouble maker, they chose to lean into it a bit though and cause some problems on purpose for assholes. they are pretty standoffish at the start, can take a while to warm up to people. not super chatty, but enjoys spending time w/friends and will just chill and listen. loyal to a fault, but not to many ppl (eventually the 141, las, a few old team mates).

they aren't close with their family, parents passed in a car accident while they were on deployment and their sister feels like they abandoned her for the military (give an oc a happy backstory challenge has been failed). playing around with the idea of them faking their death and leaving their old team behind to go undercover at one point (the angst of being recognized by someone who thought they were dead and accidentally burning that bridge tho)

disco! in the panic room by bug hunter, hey child by the x ambassadors, choke by i dont know how but they found me, bury me face down by grandson, aint lookin by the wild feathers if i end up writing them w/one of the 141. a pintrest boards 4 u to browse :)

wow that got really long, thanks for sticking with it!! im sure i'll start posting a little more about all of them as i flesh them out, once i get through the paper and presentation i have for a couple of my classes next week im gonna have wayyyyy more time to write and explore them :))))))))

[nathank77]

5/25/24

3:54 a.m Significantly Added to/Edited 4:20 a.m

Sometimes I hate myself. I matched with a white girl. I'm always on okcupid saying, "where all the white women at??" Like for real. Only because of the location changers from Kenya, Phillipines and other various locations out of the USA.

She's one of those girls with only face pictures... she calls herself, "full figured." Sorry not sorry but if you won't show anything from the neck down, men aren't stupid we all know what that means. If you're a larger lady, show it off and weed out the guys like me who won't give you a chance. It's stupid, I advertise I'm bald and my height cause like I don't want to be ghosted and/or told that I'm too short or I'm bald if they chose honesty. It just sets you up to be hurt.

Show what the world sees and reveal what they can't slowly overtime. But if I can see you're a larger lady if I ran into you, then don't hide it. Hide the fact that you take antidepressants cause some people are judgey. No one can see that. Share it or reveal it at the right moment. Idc take the meds you need but my point is somethings you can't hide and you shouldn't... but the things that people may be judgey about maybe hold back a little and feel the person out. But I don't like bigger girls and you can't hide that.

I'm debating talking to her but I don't want to waste our time. She's prob huge. She wears stupid glasses and it's like I'm not afraid to say, "Oh I liked the one photo where you didn't have glasses." Cause I don't fucking like glasses on my partner. I have a fucking fetish for being the wearer. It's like I'm sorry to say it but I want my partner to be a voyeur of my glasses....

I don't want to stare at your ugly glasses. Wear contacts. And idc what style, color, shape or size your glasses are THROW THEM OUT. IM THE ONLY ONE WEARING GLASSES IN THE RELATIONSHIP. IM THE ONE WITH THE SHINY LENSES WITH LIGHTS REFLECTING OFF OF THEM NOT YOU.

IT RUINS MY ENTIRE FETISH IF YOU WEAR THEM TOO!

She's in Connecticut. She like Stevie Nicks and has dogs. She saw yellow jackets but I really hate glasses on girls and boys. Look at my exes none of them but Cecile wore them and she was special okay. It worked for her. I wouldn't date another girl with glasses. Ever.

Either way- I know she's a larger lady and she's insecure about it... and my rejection once I "find out" is not going to help her self esteem. She's setting herself up to get hurt. Too many guys are like me. We can't make ourself attracted to larger women. However a lot of guys are into bigger girls and they like when you're confident about it. That's the thing. The bigger girls who say this is me and I'm proud, the guys who don't mind bigger girls radiate towards them. One of my friends is like that. She doesn't struggle finding someone at all. Cause she's like I love my body and yea she ain't my cup of tea but her confidence makes her more attractive to other people and she is honest about her body from the get go filtering out assholes like me... and she is pretty. Prettier than other big girls, why? Her confidence.. I still wouldn't date her but if I liked big girls I'd go after her.

I even looked up bigger girls naked and I hate myself bc whats wrong with it? I just don't find it attractive. The oversized arms and legs. The fat on their knees. I'm an asshole but I can't make myself attracted.

Either way idk if I should waste my time and hurt her feelings, when she finally "reveals" she's a big girl I'll lose even more interest bc I lack interest due to the glasses and.... I mean let me tell you, I would NEVER tell her she's too big for me I'd just say I wasn't over my ex and I want friends. Cause I'm not a dick head but they probably hear that excuse a lot.

Either way I thank my father for calling me fat for years and making me, "fat phobic", cause I was told my whole fucking life fat is bad. Fat is unhealthy. And that i needed to lose weight and then he was proud of me when I thinned out on testosterone.... it felt so good his comment. It's all rooted with him and then my self image of before I transitioned being a fat guy and not wanting to look like I used to at all. I want no resemblance..... at all. And put me at 240 and I mean same nose, eyes, mouth. Just make my face round and not much has changed. I won't have a chiseled jawline anymore.

My beard sucks okay. I'm majorly disappointed with it. I make due with it but I see every hole and it drives me crazy. I won't shave it bc it's SOMETHING and I'm 12 years on t and I guess Maybe by year 20 I might have less holes??? Idk...

Being thin is important. It's no wonder why I find it completely unattractive. Especially with how hard I work to stay somewhat on the average side of the weight scale. That's why I'd rather eat for survival than enjoy a cake at this point.

I saw a candy bar advertised in stop and shop and I legit thought why would anyone eat that? Food is for survival. Food is legit to satiate you. And then I thought stopped myself and said wow wtf. Appearantly I'm a fitness dude now cause I love chocolate and I love eating for pleasure but I stopped.

When you have Graves disease and you eat like a piggy for years, food gets to be annoying rather than enjoyable and then you go to normal and things keep you full for so fucking long it's weird. And I don't eat for pleasure. I get things that taste good. But I eat for survival. I don't want candy. Or chocolate or French fries (they kinda are my weakness I do want them okay 😭) I want a protein bar and a thin waistline.

Also my headache went away... and I guess I'll monitor symptoms and go if I need to. Cause I mean I'm probably fine. If I die, I die, I guess.

[sungkaan]

decided to get out of my containment and uhhh check out twitter cause fanarts but stumbled upon something else and it's that

twitter girlies are soo interesting

sooo before the tea lemme drop some context: i stumbled by this fanartist's accnt who is maybe kinda known in their fandom. she had this one instance of liking a post made by another user who was doing fandom inappropriate behavior. other users called out the fanartist's behavior for liking that post. she apologized and said she misread cause of dyslexia. all was forgiven cause she made a small mistake and it was an accident

however, it happened another time: she liked a post where a user was doing fandom inappropriate behavior. she gets called out again and she apologizes. she made a social faux pas cause once again dyslexia.

and what made this soo interesting was that most of the people who also knew her dyslexia were speculating that she was probably not genuine cause -- god forbid she made the same mistake twice -- and that maybe she's the type to apologize when she got caught

like didn't anyone bother to think 'oh since she has dyslexia she has a tendency to do this mistake again. better tell her discreetly that she prob made a mistake again.'

people think that making the same mistake twice makes you insincere and that you were lying but didn't anyone care to think ohh you made the same mistake; guess this does confirm that this happens more to dyslexic people.

it kinda reminds me of how other people who are clueless on social cues prob makes a social faux pas regularly and these normies shun this one guy cause he didn't do eye contact or somethin

im so tempted to like make a twitter accnt and just joining in on the replies to like suggest this other perspective but ughh too lazy

anyways, maybe my point is: why the hell are twitter people always assuming the worst in other people??

[tmabutlesbian]

i have a lot of AUs that make zero sense when you look at canon, and tbh thats quite the point of them!!

so anyways we all know that martin has been working at the archives since he was 18, right? 10 years of gertrude robinson shenanigans that he probs never saw cuz he was in the library. yknow who else was around? gerard keay

oh thats right baby. its gerrymartin time.

this shit gets long but y'all they mean so much to me srsly

imagine. bby martin, 18, who very much doesnt give a shit abt anything tbh, especially not himself, climbs atop a local library he likes (which is illegal but he doesnt care, hes chilling alright), working other jobs alongside the institute to pay for his mum's care and himself, stressed af, also still very much a teenager just trying his best, very unwell and it shows (but thats good cuz at least nobody questions his age too much)

also imagine. gerry coming up to the library, and very much seeing a?? person??? on top of it??? and goes "wtf" and climbs it, this somehow being the most interesting thing to happen despite all the shit from his mum, young but still a few years older than marto boy (4 years is my personal hc, so he's 22)

gerry sees martin and thinks "goddamn, its mental illness innit", notices martin is petting. a falcon?? what?? like its normal, and just kinda. strucks up conversation cuz martin looks very much like shit. also he's got a big bird in his lap (this is my crack hc that martin is like a disney princess)

martin, bless him, is very depressed and also tired and also doesnt have the energy to even smile so he just blankly looks at gerry and goes "oh what the hell, sure, he's hot why not" and proceeds to get a tiny wittle crush on gerry for the few months they meet in the library

gerry is fond of martin but thats it, doesnt want attachments, not with this lifestyle, not with his mother being a fucking greedy motherfucker, besides it only causes trouble. and he's not fooled, he knows martin is a bby. he hopes he gets better, cuz hes a nice kid

then gerry needs to deal wish some entities shit, he a busy boy as well, and he'll be away a little bit. he's trying to be more independent and find his own cases and shit without his mom, now that he knows her intentions and doesnt want her legacy. he wants his own. and sadly that means leaving martin alone for a little while

martin is very fucking upset but doesnt show it cause. well. he knows its not fair. he's grown to like gerry a lil bit and he's the only friend he's got. and now he's gonna be gone.

gerry wishes him good luck and tells him "take care of yourself yeah? if not for you, then for me." and that alone fills martin with some determination to actually get better. he doesnt know when gerry will be back, so he'll just. get better. he'll try. for gerry.

truly what happens is that he gets two years older and just a lot more accepting of what he's living in, so he jsut naturally gets better just by living basically the same way. he tries to take walks more tho, and starts writing again, cuz why not, gets into witchcraft again cuz he missed it (also a hc of mine, kinda crack, kinda serious), starts making tea for himself and then his coworkers

by 20, almost 21, he's still unwell per say, he's still depressed, but at least he's trying to do things he likes. thats what counts, hes trying. and he likes that. also he got a bit taller. and bigger, one of his jobs is kinda physically taxing so it just happens naturally

so when gerry comes back and sees martin smile at him, which never fucking happened before, also hes taller. and has muscle on his arms. and more freckles, look at that wow "i like men" basically

its kinda like, love at second sight, and gerry doesnt know how he feels abt it, so he procrastinates dealing with those feelings and just befriends martin all over again.

martin, for his part, had moved on from gerry a lil bit, but now the crush is back at full force, gerry looks cool, has new piercings, new tattoos?? his hair is still horribly dyed and he bullies gerry for it and this is when gerry finds out martin is a bit of a bitch, and also mean, and its cute

i'll talk more about what happens in a reblog or smth this is long af but yh <3<3<3<3 them

[brokennerdalert]

2D men that I probably shouldn’t be attracted to but am...

       ~HISOKA~

I’m sure you guys could’ve guess. I mean everybody has the hots for a pervy clown. 

I normally hate clowns -with their over the top makeup and constant need to make you laugh- but I cant even with him. Like how?!? I dont have an explanation why, so I’m just gonna leave it. (I’m not even gonna talk about the clothes, because we all know he’s gonna die in those heels)

          ~ILLUMI~

Illumi and Hisoka sort of go hand in hand. Maybe it’s the blank look in his eyes or his soft looking hair. Ok, ngl he looks like a vampire. With slightly better clothing taste than Hisoka, but still kinda bad. But him as a teen! *chefs kiss*

          ~OOROCHIMAU~

Alright, now we did NOT come here to judge. I understand he’s creepy and barfs up snakes but... he looks good in uniform? Ok I got nothing. Ooops.

          ~HIDAN~

He literally licks blood, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had HIV or an STD. And since he’s super into doin his cult thing, also wouldn’t be surprised if he murdered me in my sleep.

But on the plus side his chesticales are just exposed?

               ~KAKAZU~

What a lovely smile. I get he’s old as dust and prob smells like it too, but COME ON! LOOK AT HIM! Again he’s only smexy without the mask. He otherwise looks like a toe.

          ~SANGWOO~

...sorry not sorry.

..I feel bad for thinking he’s cute since- ya know. But can say I dig the eye bags. Why does he always walk around in his undies? Less mess or is he too “hot” (you know what I mean)

          ~ALUCARD~

Super classy with the hat, shades and trench coat. He does had a...unique laugh. But he’s a badass so I suppose he has the right to screech like a freakin donkey. But his sass and snarky comments need to stop.

        ~AINOSUKE (aka ADAM)~

 Man gives me Hisoka vibes, but less rape-y ( tho maybe not)  and more child-beating. I dont know if it’s the hair or the voice that reminds me of our beloved predator. But Adam has the same need to “fight” and trying to find the perfect competitor.

i may only like him cause he reminds me of Hisoka.  

          ~FERID BATHORY~

Nice hair. Nice clothes. Nice smile. Only problem is he’s a sadist. And may be into young boys...

         ~SHUU TSUKIYAMA~

I get he moans every time he eats. I really got no answer for this one. He’s just such a douche. 

Maybe it’s cause he speaks french. 

          ~ZACK (aka ISAAC FOSTER)~

Freakin’ batshit. Literally throws up when someone isn’t scared. I know I shouldn’t make excuses, but he’s my lil edgy traumatized boi and I love him. He gets better...kinda. 

          ~MORI~

Another pedo. I CANT HELP IT! HE’S HOT OKAY! (i prob can help it tho) I think it’s just the hair and clothes for me.

          ~FYODOR~

He’s Russian. That’s it. 

(okay maybe his hair too)

          ~RYO~

I love him and hate him. He’s a boss ass bitch with extra salt and a heaping pile of sass. 

          ~GAROU~

Bad guy with heart of gold. He’s prob the least “bad” guy on the list. I mean he has a soft spot for kids, what’s not to love.

NOT TO MENTION HE’S EFFIN RIPPED AND A FREAKIN BADASS!!!

          ~SUKUNA~

Cocky bitch. I fuckin love him and his tattooes. Extra mouths and all.

          ~DABI~

This man has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, end of story. Kinda dig the scars and piercings. But give this boy some new clothes please.

          ~ZEKE YEAGER~

I hate this man with a passion. Like so so so so MUCH! But he do have a beard that’s on point. And nice looking hair. With his lil ole glasses. 

          ~ELIAS AINSWORTH~

This...man? Did nothing wrong. I think i’m just confused about the fact the man has a carnivorous goat head. Does this make me into beastiality? Please say no. He’s like the perfect gentlemen. He likes tea and is sweet. 

He 100% deserves all the love in the world.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Gast Adler Card story “A king’s dignity”

Translation of Gast Adler’s ‘ Wondrous Tea Party On A Bitter Afternoon’ 4* card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.  

--- Just before the LOM begins.

Gast: Stealing the King’s bagel sandwich is a grave crime. So off with your head…!

Gast: Hmmn, kinda don’t feel right… Not too soon until it’s the real deal either, will I be okay?

Victor: It seems that you’re having a hard time, Gast.

Victor: Come to think of it, you had also played the role of the Queen of Hearts for the reading.

Gast: Yeahhh, it doesn’t have the punch like it did though. For the readin’ I had your advice and it somehow worked out…

Gast: But this time I’m dressed up and gotta act out the part perfectly, can’t rely on tricks and all

Victor: The impact, you say. It’s certain that understanding a character’s emotions and the like doesn’t pose a problem for you

Victor: In your case, I believe that overplaying the arrogance somewhat will work in your favor

Gast: A-arrogance… This kinda got really complicated now….

Victor: To put it in simpler terms, the behaviour of someone high and mighty.

Gast: Aah, like that. Someone high and mighty’s good

Victor: Think you can do it?

Gast: Yeah. Here I go!

Gast: Off with your head

Victor: ……

Gast: Stealing the King’s bagel sandwich is a grave crime. So off with your head.

Victor: ……

Gast: …..Doc? Was that no good?

Victor: No, I wouldn’t say it wasn’t good at all-

Ren: Is this some last minute acting advice?

Gast: Ren!

Ren: It’s about to begin…. Marion’s going to lash out at you again if you don’t do it well.

Gast: Gwuh….

Victor: Perfect timing. Ren, please assist me with giving advice from an objective point of view.

Victor: Gast, say that line one more time.

Gast: Eh… Ah, okay, sure

Gast: Stealing the King’s bagel sandwich is a grave crime. So off with your head.

Ren: ………..

Victor: What’s your impression, Ren

Ren: …..It comes over as bad, in the sense of a bad guy.

Gast: Comes over as bad…?

Victor: Indeed. Rather than it being high and mighty… it’s leaning more towards it being “villainous”

Victor: The villain part isn’t misplaced by any means, however for the desired image of the King of Hearts you have to lean away from that for a little.

Gast: So it wasn’t good… Well, had realized that myself though

Victor: I don’t believe that your performance was terrible by any means…

Victor: Perhaps the cause may lay with mentality, which is why acting out a character that is self-important has proven to be difficult.

Gast: Yeah, that could be why. When bringin’ my lil’ bros together I didn’t think I needed to be full of myself or somethin’....

Gast: I probs just suck at behaving in that kinda way

Gast: But I can’t use that as an excuse. If I put on a half-hearted performance… Guuh, felt a chill run down my spine…

Victor: Then, the only option left is for symbolic application. From the tone of your voice to mannerisms, all of it has to be stereotypical.

Gast: Don’t think I’m that clever to pull it off though…

Victor: There’s no need to overthink it. Let us begin with changing the way you move. Something fitting for a king would be…

-

Victor: It has improved quite a bit.

Ren: Yeah, it’s more believable

Gast: R-really?

Victor: Yes, rest assured. Now for the last part, try to change the tone of your voice and the way you speak.

Gast: Okay…

???: Oi…..

Victor: Oh, now that one was excellent.

Gast: Uh, that wasn’t me-

Marion: Everyone, it’s time to go! You all better be ready, got it?

Ren: Marion, since when…

Victor: Oh my, I had lost track of time for a moment there

Gast: Seriously… is it really already our turn to-

Marion: Gast, you better not put on a sloppy performance for the citizens. If you even dare to show a single fault…

Marion: You will get publicly executed for being an imposter of a king!

Gast: …!!

Gast: (S-scary…)

Gast: (Wait, hold on a sec? The way Marion’s acting right now…)

--

Announcer: “Now look at this everyone! The time for the battle between Alice and the King of Hearts has finally come!”

Announcer: “What confidence from the King of Hearts, a gun is being pointed at him and yet he’s still calm, smiling without moving an inch from his throne!”

Gast: As if I, the king himself, would stand for a single intruder.

Ren: I’m putting an end to this trial right here. Watch yourself, King of Hearts…!

Gast: Hah, then I suppose you're ready to get your head taken? Alice.

Roy: G-Gast-san’s kinda, different than usual…

Chuck: Obviously, duh. He’s the King of Hearts. Gast-san’s usually way different than that, but this is…

Roy: Aah, I don’t know how to say it other than I want him to order me around with that intimidating tone in his voice!

Chuck: I want him to look at me as condescending as he can while smiling coldly!

Gast: (Still don’t really get it but, using Marion as a reference was a damn good call)

Gast: (Oh man I’m so relieved~ And at this rate I won’t get whipped by him either!)

Roy: To think that Gast-san had such a side to him…!

Chuck: But this is perfect! I’ll keep following you for the rest of my life, Gast-san!!

[runtedfiction]

nothing

day 6: abnormality @zelinkweek2021

ao3

AN: inspired by this lovely artwork from @eerna. it's so good that it's seared into my personal canon. (also, day 7 will be egregiously late, so i'll prob post it as its own thing)

* * *

The aftermath of the Spring of Power.

* * *

“What’s wrong with me?”

When she asks it, she doesn’t expect to hear anything, just like always. But still, she can’t help but stare into the stupid statue’s eyes and hope for something to happen. She stares and stares until the water begins to feel almost warm. Until Link appears in the periphery of her vision.

“Princess, your fingers are purple.”

When he helps her out of the spring, she isn’t shivering--she’s cried so hard that she doesn't have energy for anything else. He wraps a cloak around her, his brow the most furrowed she’s ever seen. She barely has the energy to thank him, let alone walk. After she nearly trips for the third time on the way back to their campsite, he stops.

“Can--” he stumbles over his words. Even lifting her head to look at him makes her tired. “Can I carry you?”

“Yes. Please.” She just wants to be somewhere warm. The chill is coming back, and this time it’s deeper than it’s ever been.

He places one arm beneath her legs, and one behind her back.

Perhaps in another life, she would have blushed while her handsome knight carried her, bridal style, to their lodgings for the night. In another life, she would’ve taken this opportunity to loop her arms around his neck and bury her face in his neck.

In this one, as soon as her body doesn’t have to work to move, she passes out.

* * *

She wakes up shortly after he places her down to the sound of the kettle whistling. She couldn’t have been asleep for more than twenty minutes, and she would fall back asleep instantly if her dress weren’t still so cold. Link’s moved her bedroll as close as it can be to the fire. She closes her eyes to soak in the heat on her cheeks.

“I’m making tea,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“You should change.”

“Ok.” She closes her eyes for a bit more. It isn’t so bad now that her face is warm. She can almost ignore the fact that the rest of her body feels like the Biron Snowshelf, and if she focuses on the fire and its crackle it sounds so soothing, and—

“Princess,” he says gently. “You should change.”

Zelda rubs her eyes and sits up. “You’re right.”

In the tent, she shivers as she peels off her dress. Link also laid out a towel, and she runs it over her body as quickly as she can considering her hands hurt like hell. She focuses on getting her Rito set as quickly as possible.

When she walks out to sit next to him, he has a mug of tea and a second cloak ready.

“Here.” He drapes it over her shoulders, and hands her the steaming mug. She estimates she’s feeling one tenth of how hot the metal actually is as she wraps her hands around it.

“Thank you.”

Slowly, the unbearable chill defrosts. She takes a sip of the tea.

“Mm,” she says to break the silence. Now that the fog in her brain is also clearing, it’s easy to remember that she cried in front of him for the better part of an hour. She’s too tired to be embarrassed, but still. “This is good. What is it?”

He doesn’t look up from polishing his sword. “Oolong. Decaf.”

“Fancy,” she says.

He nods.

“Did you know,” she says, after a beat, “that oolong is one of the most difficult teas to produce? Some say it’s similar to making fine wine.”

He doesn’t say anything; it seems like there’s a spot of rust or monster gunk that’s particularly to get off. But she’s used to his silence by this point--if anything, now that she’s gotten him to open up, it’s strange when he does respond. It’s easy to keep talking.

“Excluding external factors like the mountain you’re on and that year’s weather conditions, there are millions of small things you can do to vary the flavor. You need to choose a specific variety to grow, how long you want it to oxidize for, and in the case of decaf, you need to expose the moistened tea leaves to pressurized carbon dioxide.”

She looks into the fire. “But, there’s one thing all oolong producers need to do--you need to let it wilt in the sun. Once you pick the plant, this living thing that you’ve cultivated and cherished and killed, you need to find a day with strong sun. You need to let it wilt.”

She doesn’t know exactly where she’s going with this (just that it fills her with rage when she thinks about how her father couldn’t care less if she froze to death today), so she stops.

“Mm,” he says after an inappropriately long amount of time. “Interesting.”

She almost smiles. “You’re lying.”

He looks at her. “What?”

“Nothing.”

They sit in a comfortable silence for a while more. When he puts in the last of the firewood, he speaks first.

“Are you ok?”

“What?”

He looks at her. His brow is furrowed again. “Are you ok?”

The question is so simple, so genuine, that it stabs at her.

“Sorry,” she says, wiping at her cheeks when the tears come. “Sorry, I’ll stop.”

“It’s ok.”

He looks back into the fire again, and waits patiently.

“To be honest,” she says with a sigh once she’s done composing herself. “I don’t think things are going too well.”

“We have time.”

He looks so calm, despite the fact that there’s only one more spring and time is running out. And sure, they have the Champions and the Divine Beasts and the Guardians, but Zelda knows that their odds of survival would increase exponentially with her.

“Yes,” she agrees, “but it isn’t enough. And this isn’t--this can’t be normal.”

“What can’t be?”

“Not hearing anything. Not feeling anything, even when all I do is pray.” She hopes she doesn’t sound too bitter.

He looks back into the fire. “Nothing’s wrong with you.”

Again, for someone who normally says nothing, it’s impressive how his words cut into her like a knife. This time she swallows the lump in her throat. She can’t cry in front of him for a third time.

“Oh,” she says, in her worst impression of casualness, “so you were listening earlier?”

“Sorry.”

She smiles a little to try and put him at ease. It doesn’t look like it’s working, especially since he’s still avoiding eye contact. “You mean to tell me you aren’t listening all the time?”

“Well this one,” he says, then pauses. She wonders if he’s also remembering how broken her voice was (“What’s wrong with me?”). “This one sounded a bit different.”

“It was,” she says, choosing to not say, “I fear I will cause the apocalypse.”

He looks over at her. She doesn’t know if she wants him to tell her if everything will be ok, or if she just wants a hug.

It’s her turn to stumble over her words. “Can--can I put my head on your shoulder?”

He looks surprised, but who is a knight to refuse his princess? (And secretly, she has a feeling he’d go to the ends of the world for her.) “Sure.”

Very gingerly, she places her head on his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything. They watch the fire die down to glowing embers.

* * *

It’s hard for her to fall asleep, even when the fire is out and she’s so toasty it’s easy to forget what she felt like just a few hours ago.

She keeps playing his words over and over in her head. Nothing’s wrong with you.

Link is solid and warm and an anchor. A reminder that underneath the legends and lifetimes and lore, there’s another story here. It involves a boy and a girl, a princess and her knight.

The princess knows that she’s in love with her knight. She knows she might end the world.

“I’m sorry,” Zelda whispers.

Link shakes his head. “Don’t be.”

[dis-easedfairy]

Noxious Pt.5

Chapter 5: The Bicker Buffet

Warnings!: 18+ | Swearing/Strong Language | Suggestive/Dirty Jokes | Childish Arguing 

Pairings: Park Jimin x  Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Best Friend!au, College!au, Eventual Poly!au, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 6,022 (roughly 22 minutes of average reading time)

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

A/N: Listen, listen.... I know I'm not the most consistent writer. I say ‘here’s a chapter imma go by y’all milk brb’ and just don’t come back for 3 months this is why I got a taglist! Feel free to send an ask or comment to let me know if you want to be added! I also didn't tag my teaser right because i forget I'm in networks now (and i probs tagged this wrong too because iM NEW TO THIS) 🤡

As I took my seat between my two childhood friends it was very apparent who was more aggressive. Before I could even greet Taehyung my seat was pulled closer to Jimin’s side. My seat was at the end of the table, facing in.

As I was about to say something to Jimin about his rude behavior, Taehyung’s voice broke through in my other ear, “Hello, Yakgwa. How has your day been?”

I looked over to tell him the robotic “Good.” but before I could, my mouth went dry.

Taehyung was dressed differently than what I saw him in before.

His hair wasn’t curly, or just there like the last time I saw him. It was slightly wavy and messy. His dark hair and eyebrows drew me to his warm eyes. The last time I had seen him, he was in a white shirt, multicolored cardigan, brown loose-fitting pants, and white shoes of a brand I didn’t notice.

I assumed it was because he was pulled away from whatever he was doing by his mom.

Today, his outfit mirrored mine.

I was wearing a white button-up shirt, black ripped jeans, and white shoes. His shirt wasn’t button-up, and his jeans weren’t ripped. He had a light jean jacket draped over the back of his chair with these rounded, orange-tinted sunglasses slotted into the front chest pocket. His shoes looked like dark dress shoes and somehow the look tied together perfectly and made me feel a little flustered.

Maybe because this time he put more effort into the way he looked than ‘ugh my mom won’t stop bugging me’. Or maybe it was because his outfit mirrored mine, which is something couples did a lot.

Upon noticing my look a smile broke out onto Taehyung’s face, “Nice style.” He kidded.

“Noona, I’m sorry, I didn’t invite him. I would’ve warned you ahead of time.” Jeongguk frowned.

“Then who invited him?” Jimin’s glare shifted immediately to Yoongi as he asked the question.

Yoongi was completely unbothered as he looked over the menu.

Hoseok got Taehyung’s cup as he sat beside him and began to fill it with the roasted barley tea that was provided over water, “I invited him.”

All our heads but Taehyung’s snapped to look at him.

“He said it would just be him and I, he had heard about me and wanted to meet.” Taehyung clarified.

“We were fished!” I complained, sitting back feeling the treachery sink in.

“…Top 10 Anime Betrayals,” Jeongguk muttered as he picked up his menu.

“You should apologize to Yoongi-hyung.” Hoseok lightly scolded Jimin.

Jimin looked insulted, “Why should I apologize? I didn’t accuse him!” He defended while pointing at himself.

Hoseok gave him a look. A look that was somehow so powerful that it made all of us at the table want to apologize FOR Jimin.

Jimin rolled his eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry for accusing you of dishonesty when it was Hoseok, Yoongi-hyung. It was him who manipulated everyone, not you.”

Yoongi pressed his lips together trying not to laugh as Jeongguk, Taehyung and I held our breaths.

Jimin now is not the time to cause shit. To ‘spill tea’.

“Now, Jimin, let’s not be dramatic. I wanted our friends to meet Taehyung as well so we can judge for ourselves if he’s the asshole who you paint him out to be.” Hoseok’s voice was so polite for metaphorically throwing a whole scolding hot pot of tea at Jimin.

Jeongguk and I grabbed our tea and scooted back in sync. Preparing for a fight.

“You think I’m an asshole?” Taehyung questioned dejectedly.

“I acknowledge that meeting him was a reasonable choice, I just hoped you had been solicitous enough to inform us ahead of time to equip ourselves.” I could see the vein in Jimin’s neck become more visible.

Jeongguk and I sipped our tea, “They’re getting dressy.” Jeongguk whispered to Taehyung, afraid they would hear and turn on him next.

“How am I the asshole?” Taehyung muttered to himself, a frown fixed onto his features.

“I considered you wouldn’t appear if you had been made aware that Taehyung would be accompanying us at supper. Lord knows how much you want our cherished, F/n to stay distant from him.” Hoseok had a bright smile on his face that was nowhere near reaching his eyes.

Hoseok even leaned back in a relaxed way with his face looking like it was waiting for Jimin to defy him.

“You don’t want F/n to see me? Why?” Taehyung’s head had lifted upon hearing my name.

Jimin ignored him, “I most likely would’ve attended this feast to accompany F/n. I wouldn’t like to leave her isolated in an uncomfortable environment that you have formulated.”

Yoongi threw his menu down on the table with a look of irritation, “Someone please say fuck.” Yoongi fussed.

“It’s a ye-old stand-off.” Jeongguk whisper yelled.

“Hoseok now is not the time to show off your limited literature knowledge. Jimin, just relax, we’re all here to have a nice time, not personally offend you.” Yoongi mediated.

“The only thing offending me is clip-on earrings,” Jimin taunted with a scoff.

And Hoseok took that personally.

His eyes widened and he sat up, no longer feeling like he had the upper hand.

“Quick! Someone play the Sponge-Bob music, you know the one, this is gonna get heated.” Jeongguk told in a hushed tone, waving at Taehyung and me.

Hoseok slammed one hand on the table, making us all jump, he pointed a finger at Jimin,“Don’t put down my earrings because you wanted swiss-cheese ears!” Hoseok shot.

Taehyung slowly lifted up his tea to sip, leaning a little bit away from Hoseok.

“Jeongguk has more than me!” Jimin turned.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened. 

( O J O )

The poor boy was a deer in headlights.

“Yoongi said real men get piercings!” I threw in a lie to divert off of Jeongguk.

Now Yoongi looked so confused, “When did I ever–?”

“He was always the type to say such things.” Taehyung played along, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“I would never say something like–” I cut Yoongi off.

“Wow, Yoongi-oppa, I’ve only seen you a few times and THIS is what you reveal to me?” I egged on.

“Yoongi, why would you say that?” Hoseok asked with a frown.

“I didn’t!” Yoongi retained.

“You think I’m a real man, Hyung?” Jeongguk smirked.

“WE SHOULD ORDER!” Yoongi deflected, “The faster we order, the faster we can end Jimin’s moodiness!”

Before Jimin could argue we started to do the usual, fish in our pockets for cash.

We would all pitch in for the meat that came with noodles and sides. We would fill up mostly on noodles. Our diets were ruined completely but it filled us up and we had fun.

We wouldn’t really get drinks. We would just sip on the tea that was provided.

Taehyung looked around at us, confused as we laid bills on the table.

“F/n? You still haven’t got a part-time job?” Jeongguk asked, face sympathetic.

I let out a large sigh, “No. Most of the places hiring want 5 or more years of experience even though it’s an ‘entry job’ into the field.” I explained with a bitter tone.

“There are a couple of cafes who are willing to hire! We’ll check them out together!” Jeongguk encouraged.

“Don’t worry about it for now! I got you covered!” Hoseok beamed, digging a few more bills out of his pocket.

“…So how much am I paying?” Taehyung asked, turning to look in his jacket pockets.

“Nothing. We invited you.” Yoongi said plainly.

“Exactly, you’re our guest. You don’t pay.” Hoseok stated.

As I scooted my chair back up to the table as a wad of bills was placed on the table with a honey-toned hand.

“I’ll cover myself and F/n! Don’t treat me any different! We’re going to be friends, right?” His smile was like he didn’t just drop enough money to pay for all of us.

It was innocent and child-like.

It was purely TaeTae.

I couldn’t help but mirror his smile, it warmed my heart.

“…Okay, so I hate to be the downer in this situation but that’s more than what we usually drop.” Jimin frowned.

Taehyung shrugged, “I have more than enough. We can have a nice night!”

“We can have a nice night without a lot of cash,” Jimin muttered, his rough Busan dialect breaking through from his clear irritation.

“Yah, if he wants to treat himself and us then he can. You do the same when you get a bonus or your mom sends you extra cash.” Jeongguk mirrored the accent.

I only shook my head.

“You two are children,” Yoongi muttered, his Daegu dialect making us all snap our heads to look at him.

“Hyung, they just need to get used to me.” Taehyung mirrored Yoongi.

“Enough dialect! Time to order! MA’AM! We’re going to start with sides and marinated short rib!” I called out, raising my hand so they knew which table.

“And three bottles of soju!” Jimin tacked on.

“Four, please! My friends are alcoholics!” Hoseok added.

Sure enough, as soon as the bottles hit the table, Jeongguk snatched one, Yoongi grabbed one and Jimin grasped the other. Hoseok thanked the older woman and took the last bottle. Another woman placed coals and a rack into the center of the table and said she’d be back with everything else soon.

“F/n-ie? Want a little?” Jimin offered softly after opening his bottle.

I only nodded, I took the bottle from him and filled his small glass.

“You drink?” Taehyung asked me.

“Occasionally. I don’t like to get really drunk.” I explained.

Jimin burst out into laughter, he then took the bottle from me giggling, “Remember your first time drunk?” He had to put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing harder.

“Diminie! I want to eat ice cream with Kookie!” Hoseok teased.

A large smile spread across Taehyung’s face.

“Kookie let's watch anime! We can cuddle because Diminie is mean!” Jeongguk jumped in.

I pouted at the sudden reminder, “You could’ve just cuddled with me and gave me ice cream.” I muttered.

“Ice cream and alcohol make you sick!” Hoseok grinned.

Jimin began to fill my glass, “You were so cute.” He cooed successfully making my cheeks warm.

Before I could really argue with him the meat and side dishes arrived at our table. As if my brain connected with Taehyung’s, we both shot up to help the older woman.

Taehyung got the meat and I made quick work setting the side dishes on the table. The older woman began to set down individual bowls of cold noodles. We both bowed and thanked the woman before turning to our group.

“Wah, such manners.” Hoseok praised.

Taehyung pressed his lips together as he began to place the meat down on the grill and I began to place the side dishes where I knew they would be the most appreciated.

“I can take care of the meat,” Yoongi reassured Taehyung.

“Oh! Great! I’m going to go get us greens for wraps!” Taehyung replied before rushing off to do so.

“He’s well mannered,” Yoongi commented then shot Jeongguk a look.

“I would’ve helped if they didn’t have it under control!” Jeongguk defended.

I moved between Jeongguk and Jimin to put down the spicier kimchi near Jeongguk, knowing he’d get it more when I felt a hand on my lower back.

I whipped to the side to face Jimin in surprise. His warm hand sent tingles up my spine and heat up to my cheeks.

“Thank you, Yakgwa. You always take care of us.” Jimin’s looked up at me, his candied voice and soft eyes making a certain part of my heart giddy.

Jeongguk scanned the table and looked over, once he saw where Jimin’s hand was, he spoke up, “AH! Noona? I think we’re forgetting something…” Jeongguk came to my aid.

“Ah, do we need raw garlic?” I played along with a slightly embarrassed giggle, swatting Jimin’s hand away.

Hobi looked at us quizzically, “We have garlic.”

“NO! We need more!” Jeongguk insisted, giving Hoseok a hard look.

“We do need more!” I agreed, quickly walking off to the bar where they had the fill-ups.

Taehyung was there picking out the right lettuce wraps. He had this look on his face of full focus that it was hard to hold in a giggle.

When I let a giggle slip past my lips Taehyung turned to look over at me, his mouth was parted yet tilted to a slight frown and his eyes were widened. He looked so cute.

Before I could stop myself my hand reached out to caress his face with the back of my hand. Before it could connect with his face I quickly dropped it, coming to my senses how inappropriate that would be if I were to go through with that act of affection.

As soon as my hand dropped I began to speak, hoping to get out of the awkward situation I put myself in, “Did you get all the wraps? Any good side dishes?” I asked, turning more towards the table in front of me.

Taehyung’s face flashed with a certain emotion that I tried not to let get to me. I wasn’t sure if it was disgust or disappointment. Either way, I hated it and wanted to avoid it all cost.

He seemed to quickly recover before speaking, thankfully allowing me to let me get away with it just this once, “Uhhh, there’s eggplant. Spinach?” I could tell he was guessing.

I only gave him a smile. I reached out, getting the small amount of japchae and braised potatoes for us to share. The smile I got in return showed me I chose right.

“Let's go back to the table?” I suggested.

He nodded and we made our way back. The closer we got we could see them all leaned forward, talking to each other in angry murmurs. Taehyung stopped a little ways away from the table, I wasn’t sure if he was being respectful or if he wanted to listen in. I, however, wasn’t as considerate.

I power walked forward, pretty much slamming the two bowls down on the table with a fake smile, causing them all to immediately silence and jump back. I pulled out Tae’s chair and moved the sides I just got closer to his placement.

“What are you all buzzing about?” I taunted.

“Nothing! Come sit down, the meat is almost ready.” Jimin quickly ushered me, leading me to believe he was the one who started the whispering.

I just glared. I wanted to know what was so interesting that they had to say it when I left. What was such a damn secret that I couldn’t be around to hear it?

Jimin held my gaze, only his was soft, almost begging. He wanted me to drop it.

Taehyung placed the greens on the table and walked behind me. He pulled out my chair and offered his hand, “We have cold noodles! We can eat as fast as we want!”

His eyes were warm pools of comfort looking into mine, how could I deny him. I took his hand without a thought, I let him guide me onto my chair, and he pushed my chair in. A small feeling of emptiness washed over me as his heated hand left mine, I tried to reason with myself that he had to get comfortable with me again. That I had to know boundaries. Yet it was hard to do when I could only feel a tingling feeling in the pit on my stomach.

A feeling flowing through me that I wasn’t quite used to. The feeling of attention. Someone to read my emotions and act out accordingly for MY sake.

As he moved back to his seat the sun shined in like it was taunting me. Light bouncing off the color of his eyes, the highlights of the top of his hair illuminating like he just revealed his hidden halo.

It was like my brain was trying to fight itself, trying to make me think rationally but fogging over at the same time. As the light danced along with his features his eyes met mine, catching me staring. His eyes lit up even more, turning into crescents as his lips lifted to flash me his heart-shattering boxy smile that I couldn’t help but heat up when I saw.

Any anger or irritation I had prior washed away as I got lost in his proud and joyous expression. I couldn’t have fought the smile that mirrored his even if I tried.

The fog was broken when I could feel an almost headed weight on the side of my face. It was hard to describe the feeling that pushed against me. It was uncomfortable and was too strong to be ignored.

I broke my gaze from Taehyung to look in the direction I got the feeling from only to be met with eyes.

Everyone at the table was staring with various expressions.

Most were different types of amusement, almost teasing. All but Jimin’s. His expression was one similar to anger, but what made it different was the heat in his gaze that made a tingling heat pool in my lower abdomen.

“Someone is in love.” Hoseok teased as he reached for Jeongguk’s bowl of noodles.

Jimin let out a bitter scoff, “It’s not love. She just hasn’t seen him in a while,” Jimin leaned back in his chair, a somewhat smug look was on his face.

“We were just teasing.” Hoseok rolled his eyes as he cut Jeongguk’s noodles before reaching for Yoongi’s to do the same.

Taehyung looked over at Hoseok, and once he saw what he was doing he sat down and seemed to watch his movements. Maybe he was waiting his turn.

“There was no reason to get jealous.” Jeongguk chuckled.

Once Hoseok finished Yoongi’s noodles and his own, Taehyung quietly got the scissors from Hoseok as Jimin began to speak, “I know it was teasing, but maybe find better jokes.”

Before Hoseok could retort they all went quiet as Taehyung slid my bowl over to him. He mimicked Hoseok’s movements of cutting up the noodles then slid the bowl back to me, “You want chili paste?” He asked me softly.

“Yes please,” I smiled, reaching for the scissors and his noodles.

Taehyung spooned some paste and dolloped it in the center of my bowl with precision then began to look around, “There are sesame seeds around here somewhere.”

As he was searching I took the small bowl of chili paste from him, “You want paste?” I asked, mixing it.

“Yes please, Yakgwa.” He responded, reaching for the shaker with sesame seeds.

I placed a bit of it in the middle of his bowl and took the shaker from him when he finished. We both mixed the bowls up and slid them back to each other. Yoongi began to cut up the meat and Hoseok began to flip the pieces.

As I got lost in thought of how well Yoongi and Hoseok were working in sync, a braised potato was placed on top of my noodles. I looked over at Tae a little surprised which seemed to be the trend of this dinner.

Taehuyng only gave me a quick smile and moved to get one for himself. Before I could comment on his actions, a piece of meat was placed beside the potato.

I looked over, Jimin gave me a soft smile before getting a piece of meat for Jeongguk.

It was at this moment I realized I was being more than unfair to Jimin.

Yes, I wanted to get closer to Tae, but Jimin was still here too. He worried about me being around Taehyung. I knew I was making him upset, and instead of reassuring him, I was making him more upset.

I looked around the table, Hobi and Yoongi were saying something amongst themselves, Jeongguk and Tae seemed to be discussing something as well as Jimin continued to eat his noodles in silence.

I took a deep breath and before I could overthink it I scooted slightly back to look under the table and playfully nudged Jimin’s foot, trying to seem like I was interested in what Tae and Jeongguk were talking about.

Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Jimin lift his head to look at me. I tried to remain completely stoic as I playfully tapped the side of his shoe.

Jimin looked under the table, his eyes lighting up with playfulness. He looked back at me then pushed my foot away.

I pushed his back. Once I saw the smile glow onto his features I finally turned to face him. He lifted his eyebrows humorously once my eyes met his. Jimin’s foot kicked mine, a silent challenge written on his impish expression.

Oh, it was on.

Soon we were kicking and pushing at each other's legs and feet just wanting the other to surrender. What started as a discrete moment to uplift his spirit, turned into an obvious childish game. Soon we no longer cared about if anyone else noticed. We only cared about winning.

“Ah! Cheater!” Jimin tried to speak in between his grunts of effort.

“You cheated! You went for the shin!” I accused, trying to pin his more dominant leg down.

Despite the small argument, we were full-on smiling, giggles leaving our lips once one of us managed to get a good move in. Soon we started to scoot down in our chairs to get more range on each other. This is where Yoongi drew the line.

“Yah! There are people around!” Yoongi fussed.

“Your food will get cold.” Hoseok shook his head with a smile.

“Yeah, F/n, your food is getting cold act like an adult!” Jimin taunted, still trying to twist my legs with his as a way to get me to surrender.

“Just give up!” I tried to hold in my laugh.

“…Do they always do this?” I could hear Taehyung’s voice question.

“Not as of recently.” Jeongguk sighed.

It was all fun and games until one particular hit caused Jimin’s face to scrunch up in pain, making me halt all my movements.

“Chim? are you okay?” I asked, sitting up straight, silence falling over the table.

“Ow!” His signature whine finally came out after a moment of silence.

The others began to laugh as I began to coo, “Aww, Jiminie, I’m sorry!” I apologized, getting up from my chair, and quickly embraced him as a form of repenting.

I had hugged Jimin from the side so naturally, the side of his face was pressed into my chest. His arms quickly wrapped around me to keep me close. I didn’t for once think of the position we were in until Jimin began to nuzzle his face more into my chest.

A tingle shot down my spine at the sensation and heat erupted in my face as u began to realize what was going on.

I quickly pulled away, causing Jimin to whine, “F/n~! I want to hug more.” Jimin sounded almost innocent.

It was like he was cutely complaining, which I would've normally taken it as, but the fact that his hands were dangerously close to my ass and his face was in my breasts made me lose it.

“UM, how about…. how about we hug as much as you want after we eat?” I tried to play it off like I wasn’t acting like a hormonal teenager.

Jimin gave me a pout but nodded in agreement.

“Thank god that’s over,” Jeongguk commented.

Jimin gave him a pointed look, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We all know you just like being babied by F/n from time to time.” Yoongi dismissed as he began to give meat to Hobi.

I frowned, “I don’t baby him.”

“It looks like you do.” Taehyung gave me a warm smile.

“She'll baby you too if you stick around long enough.” Jimin’s voice sliced through, venom dripped from his words.

I looked over at him with a judging look, before I could even get a word in Taehyung was already responding, “I’m not leaving. She’s my friend I won’t leave her.”

Jimin scoffed, “Sure you won’t.

Hoseok let out a groan, “Can’t we just eat?”

“Yes! Let’s eat!” I quickly stated as I reached over to grab kimchi.

Even though we talked during dinner the table still felt awkward.

Skipping next to Taehyung as we exited the restaurant was probably the best way for me to get weird looks.

Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jeongguk somehow led the way as they had a heated debate on the best beer type while Taehyung and I trailed behind them.

“Is it always this lively?” Taehyung asked, his face read nothing but amusement.

“You should see when Namjoon and Seokjin join. They’re older friends. They’re on their last year, Namjoon is taking a mentorship in Damyang, he’s a writer. Seokjin is currently at an acting ‘camp’ of sorts. He should be back around the same time as Namjoon.” Taehyung nodded, looking ahead at the other three.

“Jeongukk seems really fun.”

I smiled, “He is! Hobi is too!”

Taehyung let out a large sigh, “I should get to know your friends more.”

“Well, they’re Yoongi and Jimin’s friends too. Friends of friends.” I frowned a little.

I suddenly felt warmth envelope my hand causing me to look down.

“Well, I don’t talk to my friend’s friends sometimes,” His fingers began to weave with mine, “But if that friend is special, I will.”

My breath caught in my throat, and what seemed like a theme of the night, Taehyung gave me an earth rattling smile then let go of my hand to hurry to the others before I could respond.

COULD PEOPLE LET ME RESPOND FOR ONCE!?

I let out a huff as I began to look around. They were leading us on our usual route to a convenience store. The most unusual sight you could see is Jimin trailing behind everyone, eyes purely on his phone. I let out a sigh and stopped walking. There was no way I could just let him walk alone.

“Jimin, you can’t do that, you’ll walk into something.” I grimaced.

His attention lifted from his phone and his eyes met mine, “I’ll be okay.”

I rolled my eyes and held out my hand for him. He stopped walking when he got close enough but looked at my hand in confusion. Without a word I reached out and grabbed onto one of his hands and began to walk towards the others. His hand pulled away from mine.

“Don’t you want to hold hands with Taehyung?” The tone in his voice made me stop to look at him.

He looked irritated and tired. It was obvious that Taehyung’s presence wasn’t welcome with Jimin.

“Why would that matter? I want to hold hands with you now.” I made another reach for his hand but he moved back away from my touch.

“I’m not your second choice, F/n.” His voice was expectantly cold.

I let out a groan as I looked up at the sky, “Jimin, seriously not now.” I complained.

He ignored my comment, “You can’t just have a nice moment with me then jump on Taehyung when you get the chance. That’s fucked up.”

“Jimin! He just came into my life again! Of course, I'm going to want to be around him! I want to get to know him.” I reasoned with my irritation building.

“So what? You’re going to leave me every time a shiny new toy comes into your view?”

“Where is this coming from!? It’s just a friends’ night out, Jimin!”

“You’re not my friend! We both know you aren’t! It’s different, F/n!” Jimin almost pleaded.

I could feel the stares we were getting but I knew I had to set the record straight. I just HAD to be right for some reason.

“What is your sudden obsession with wanting to be more than friends!? It was never a problem before!”

“Because I didn’t almost lose you before!”

“Just stop trying to make a relationship out of this! That’s not what I want from you!”

“I don’t want a relationship either! I just want you to stay!”

The feeling of disenchantment finally sunk in. Like dirt settling after conflict. He never changed. He never understood. I didn’t want him to love me anymore. I didn’t want his pity dates. I didn’t want him to only act affectionate because he felt like he had to.

It was worse than the relationship we had before.

It wasn’t love it was obligation.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel hot and cold at the same time. I wanted to scream at him but I wanted to just cry and hide. A large mixture of emotions that just had me frozen in place.

“I’m not your charity case, Jimin.” I managed, my voice wavering.

“And I’m not your Taehyung place-holder.”

I scoffed. I didn’t respond besides that. I was thinking over my options. I just wanted to go home but a part of me wanted to go back to the others and have a decent time. Even if I knew that was no longer possible.

Jimin ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath, “You said you didn’t want a relationship, then what DO you want from me F/n? I keep trying to make it right and you just push me away.”

I wanted to be left alone now.

“I want you to explain to our friends, how much of a dick you are while I go home.” I snapped and began to turn in the direction of the school.

Jimin grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him, his face was no longer angry. It looked sad and there was a twinge of fear in his eyes that I tried to ignore.

“I’m sorry. This is childish! I was…” The words seemed to die in his mouth for a moment, “I was stupid, let’s just go to the others, okay? You can ignore me for the rest of the night if it helps.”

Now I felt like the dick.

What more did I want? He apologized. He admitted he was wrong.

If I was supposed to be satisfied why did I still feel anger? Why did my brain still say ‘leave’?

Jimin’s hand slid from my wrist to my hand, “Please? I don’t think that I have to date you to keep you around. That was wrong to say. I’ll stop pushing it. Let’s just go back to the guys. Okay?”

“I’m just going to go home,” I stated. I didn’t feel like eating ice cream and drinking with everyone after that.

Jimin looked visibly upset, “There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“No.”

Jimin let out a sigh, “Make sure to get back safe. I know you don’t want me walking you back. ” His hand slowly let go of mine.

As soon as his hand was out of reach I left without a word.

And that’s how I ended up at a random park too far from the school to my liking, eating snacks that I went to a different convenience store to buy.

Like an asshole.

I needed to work on not exploding and storming of dramatically. It was making even me irritated.

As I strolled around the park I couldn’t help but wonder if I was in the wrong.

He apologized and he admitted he was wrong.

Was that not what I wanted? If not then what DID I want? I felt like a stubborn child who wasn’t getting their way so they had a tantrum and had an attitude until they forgot about it.

I plopped down on one of the picnic tables and tried to do some ‘ soul searching’.

I tried to think of why I would react the way I did. I promised Hobi I would at least try to see it from Jimin’s perspective.

Maybe I needed to have another talk with him?

I began to eat my chips and decided to just enjoy the scenery around me.

It seemed like only minutes passed but the chips were long gone and the park had emptied. Before I knew it I would see a man with a white plastic bag turn the corner onto the street I could see straight down. The thing that gave away this person was the outfit. Once he saw me, he beamed and began to run over to me.

“I knew I could find you!” Taehyung’s genuine excitement made that tingling feeling reappear.

“I didn’t know you were looking for me. You could’ve texted me.” I frowned, feeling a little guilty.

“What’s the fun in that?” He plopped down across from me and began to pull snacks out of his plastic bag.

“You could’ve found me faster?”

Taehyung placed a melon soda in front of me and began to fidget with the bag of chips in front of him, “I just had a feeling you wanted to be alone. I wanted you to have time for yourself before I came.”

I let out a sigh, looking down at my soda as I tapped the sides of it anxiously, “I ruined friends night because I was dramatic, huh?”

Taehyung’s eyes when from honeyed to steel, “Who told you that you were being dramatic?”

“Myself.”

“Well, that’s not true. YOU didn’t ruin anything.”

“So they still made it to the river?”

“You all go to the river?”

Fear dumped onto my like iced water, “So they didn’t make it!?”

Taehyung jumped but held one hand up, “No, no, I didn’t say that! They left without me!”

“They WHAT!?”

Taehyung let out a giggle that made warmth bloom in my cheeks, “When Jimin came back, he told everyone you two got into an argument. They tried to get me to stay and if it weren’t for Jeongguk I would be at the river.”

My heart.

“Aww, Kookie helped you?”

Taehyung nodded, “I guess he saw how uncomfortable I was. He pulled me behind the rest of the group and told me I could go once they started to scold Jimin.”

“Oh… I guess I fed Jimin to the wolves.” Wow, I was the asshole.

Before I could even dwell on the fact that Jimin could be getting yelled at because I left instead of sticking it out, a warm hand was placed on mine.

“Stop.” That was all Taehyung said.

I let out a guilty giggle, “Stop what? I was just thinking about my class tomorrow.”

Taehyung shot me a look. His eyes stabbed into my form and seemed to strip my soul bare. I felt vulnerable and exposed.

I let out a groan, “Fine! I feel bad! I was supposed to see from his point of view and I fucked it. I bent it over, with no foreplay, and fucked it!” I whined.

Taehyung let out a laugh, “Cute!” He cooed and moved his hands to cup my face.

My eyes widened and his warm hands only made my face heat up more. His eyes were crescents, his cooing made my heart jump, I could smell his cologne better from his wrists so close to my face. It smelled so comforting that I pretty much melted into his touch. His thumbs began to softly rub my cheeks. The world dissipated around us. I never wanted it to end. Any worries I had, any doubts I had vanished.

“I got a hotel for the night, do you want to stay with me?” His voice was warm velvet, his tone was pure serotonin.

“Yes, please,” I responded in a small voice, afraid that if my voice was too loud it would break apart the moment.

“Let me put away the snacks, we’ll take them back to the room, I’ll put on a movie, make some tea, and we’ll lay in bed until we fall asleep. sound nice?”

How could I ever say no?

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Damn 5 whole followers 🥵🥵

Jkjk- it's time for more ranting abt Inside Job cause nooone else in my life watches it so I'm stuck with my myself and I 😔😔

The Gang(tm) throwing Brett a surprise party ,,,

IMAGINE IT THO

Brett for sure had some sucky birthdays, actuall ass of a time birthdays

So imagine it's Brett's birthday, idk if the crew would be the type to pull the "let's ignore Brett and pretend we don't care it's his birthday then surprise him" cause that would prob give him another complex

So instead they genuinely have no clue it's his birthday, and he doesn't bring it up cause he's just so used to dissapointment at this time in his life

Mayb Regan reads it in a file, maybe Myc reads his mind on accident or heck maybe he does let it slip that it's his birthday but he really downplays it "it's fine! Just another day in the year, yknow?"

But NO. That's un acceptable. Reagan IMMEDIATELY pulls the team (minus Brett) into a strategy meeting. She's had one too many sad/failed birthdays to let her friend willingly go party-less this year

I wanna say Gigi is on decorations, you KNOW she has an eye for that shit but I'd give that role to Andre (or maybe they collab)

He's the party animal, he knows what partying looks like and can adapt any room (think Tom Haverford) he's on lights and uhhh

It is at this point that I must admit to my audience that I don't go to parties. Ever. Anyway <3

•Andre (and maybe Gigi) on setup. •Gigi makes a plan to keep Brett distracted throughout the day. •Myc needs to decipher was Brett wants for his birthday. Either by digging through his thoughts or just by asking straight out and almost blowing their cover lmaoo. •Glenn is doing heavy lifting, physically heavy lifting. Putting up speakers, moving shit off desks, moving tables (btw they're either parting in the main office or in Reagans lab maybe) also fuk u, Glenn is the DJ, he has good music taste •Reagan is simply the head of operation (and the wallet of the operation) she just want to see her friend be happy. Gigi=shopping. Cake, drinks, she pulls a caterer out of her ass- she's doing this correctly or not at all

Hijinks absolutely ensue, nothing goes to plan. Someone drops the cake, Myc can't get a read on what Brett wants and is complaining about having to spend so much time with him (bonus points if the only thing he wanted was to spend time with his work family) Gigi and Andre can't decide on a theme. The caterer dies, shit is hitting fan

I'm too dumb and tired to come up with a good resolution but they cobble together a party, Reagan catches Brett right before he's supposed to leave and is like

"I'm so sorry, can you stay and help me with an assignment? It's an emergency"

And Brett being Brett agrees to help and he 🥺 he gets led into the office/lab and everyone there says surprise and Andre launches off one of those massive annoying confetti canons. Ppl are dressed up

Brett 100% stands in shock and just starts crying but dw they are the happiest of happy tears

Everyone hugs b/c I SAID SO and they party >:)

Here's miscellaneous stuff

They ended up getting him like 4 boxes of Legos, idk much abt men or adults but they seem to like Legos

The cake was dropped at some point so the frosting is smeared and omg. The cake decorator spelled his name wrong- that's my favoutie cliche gag every single show has ever done, spelling someone's name slightly wrong on a banner or whatever

"It says Happy Birthday Brent?? 👁👁??"

The punch bowl is not safe from Andre and the Gang knew that so the one sitting at the snack bar is a decoy (its water with red food colouring)

I think Brett is a Georgia boy so mayb they got a pitcher of genuine sweet tea (I think sweet tea is a thing in Georgia idk)

They have a makeshift dance floor and there are 💗multiple injuries💗

I'm sleepy, please take surprise party into consideration- gimme ur party headcannons >:( do it now