#(thats why i blurred it lmao)

[dr4kann]

my silly :)

[hauntingblue]

I don't know what to say... everyone got a happy ending except the people who actually wanted a real revolution and had a cause for it... but it's not like we had much of their opinions on this I guess... also no final lez sex scene... tragic

[venomgender]

thinking about yoohankim again

[sam-out-of-energy]

OKAY OKAY IM NO WRITER BUT

This AU has consumed me, ok ok slay

Again @keferon 's mecha pilot jazz au

I thought about prowl and jazz on earth and Prowl being captured by humans and yeah yeah okay okay SO IMAGINE

Jazz wasnt fast enough to realize what the others had done with prowl

Prowl frees himself, prowl escapes by himself because Jazz comes in just. Too. Late.

Thats what i wrote lmao-

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Prowls optic flickered in a dim light. Well, the one he had left anyway. A gaping hole now where his left optic had been before, circuits and wires exposed and tangled in a human scientists pathetic attempt at gouging out Prowls eye.

TacNet had been screaming error in his audials for the past few kliks, a blur of scenarios in his processor and a whirr of his engine told him he wasnt dead. Not yet.

"-because with this technology, we will be able to not only improve our mechas, but to create our own army." A frustrating, squeaky voice came to Prowl once he regained his sense.

Technology. That was all he was to them, to Jazz. A machine.

The organic was boasting about their achievements, about how with this technology they would create the perfect self-thinking robot. Ha.

A loud crunch rang out in the hall. Then another. Prowl lifted himself to sit where he had once been pinned down by metal, now torn off and dropping to the floor with a loud clatter.

"What in the-"

The general, or any of his subordinates had barely any time to react as Prowl whipped around, slamming his arm into the scaffolding they stood upon and bringing it down in a moments notice.

"I am not-"

He tore himself out of the restraints, standing. His arm plate would shift and move to make way for a blaster. Prowl aimed it up at the suprised organics.

"-your technology."

_______

Jazz had been running around frantically. Where's prowl, where's prowl, he'd asked everyone. They'd all told him no clue.

No clue his aft! It wasn't exactly like Prowl looked alike to any of the other mechas!

Did he run away? Why would Prowl do that??

Jazz had stopped in the hangar when it happened. A loud boom echoed out in the entire base. And another, and another. The floor trembled, concrete cracked the walls above.

He saw his comrades rushing for weapons.

No, no. It was exactly what he had feared.

Jazz was too late.

He'd arrive to a mess of metal, steel bars and concrete. Injured soldiers and bodies littering the floor where he stood, at the entrance of the hall.

"Prowl! Stop!" He'd yell.

Prowl would turn, looking over his shoulder and down at Jazz.

Well, down in the literal sense too, but down in a way Jazz had never seen him look before.

His optics- optic- was glazed over with a look that frightened Jazz to his core. Parts unreadable, like Prowl always was, but his lip curled down into a frown. Betrayal. His stare screamed betrayal and...

Anger.

Fury like Jazz had never experienced before. Not from Prowl. Never from Prowl. He'd been mad at the other before, sure, but it was always more like frustration, not pure hatred.

Now, Prowl looked at him like he looked at Jazz's comrades. Full of hatred for what they'd done, for what Jazz had done.

Jazz felt his own brain slow for a few minutes, but when he came back to Prowl had gone and he and any other surviving pilots were rushing for the mechas to give chase.

______

Jazz caught up to Prowl, late behind his brothers-in-mechas, staggering. This was all so sudden, he found his connection to the mecha a struggle at best.

"Halt! Put your weapons down and surrender!"

A mecha called out. Four- maybe five of them were stood on a highway in the desert, surrounding Prowl.

He can't put it down you dunce, it's attached to his arm, Jazz found himself thinking.

He saw Prowl's heavy venting, the drip of bright pink liquid from a surgery not-well-done, coming down from the underside of his face plate where it had been torn open.

It hurt him bad. If Jazz wasn't already struggling to keep it together, seeing the other looking like this didn't help him in staying connected.

Prowl's battlemask closed over the rest of his visible face with a sshink! and clearly, he was not coming easy.

Jazz watched, all he could do, as the other mechas charged in, trading blow for blow with Prowl, trying to grab or hit what they could to restrain him or to injure him beyond battle-condition.

Prowl grabbed one mecha, throwing them over his shoulder pad before another was already at his side. He turned and shot at them with his blaster, a blast through the underside of the right chest plate.

His optic frantically searched for the next target.

TacNet was still faulty, confusing and unintelligible gibberish ran circles in his processor as he tried to focus on keeping himself from being overtaken.

Unfortunately, Prowl now had a blind spot. A mecha came and swung around his left side when he was turned, grabbing onto his wing and with a loud wrUNCH-noise bent and tore half of it almost completely off.

Jazz's gut turned. The sound of everything else faded out when he heard Prowl scream in what Jazz could only imagine was fraggin' agony, ringing in his ear long and hard.

Jazz felt frozen. He watched the other curl in on himself and the opposing mechs surround him.

But that wasnt the end. A quick, muffled out communication between the boss and the other pilots, one Jazz wasn't paying enough attention to until he saw his fellow mechas begin to tear prowl apart.

Prowl had already been forced down into supine before the others began taking and pulling. First his blaster came ripping off his arm, his armour plates cracking as pieces snapped off in mechanic hands. His screams quickly became struggling, violent and heavy croaks of pain.

Something blasted through one of the mechas.

Then another.

"Gwen! What the fuc-"

The mechas turned as Jazz charged them, swinging his fist into the underside of ones chest, tearing out wires when he pulled back, to make sure he damaged something. He swung back at the next one and fired on the third.

"Dont touch him!"

Jazz yelled to the mechas lying on the ground, before flipping around and promptly rushing to Prowls side.

Jazz bent down and looked at Prowl, calling out his name as he did.

Prowl's optic was barely lit. His face engraved by his pain, straining to keep his systems running while barely avoiding an overload on his spark.

Jazz's mecha's chest opened and he crawled out, climbing down and landing on Prowl's chest.

"Prowl, prowler"

He called, leaning down and watching the other, eyes wide in desperation.

"Prowl! Y'gotta- y'gotta open up"

He was yelling, even if he didn't realize, slamming his palm against the others chest plates.

"Please! Please, Prowler, I'm gonna get you outta here-"

He watched the others unmoving face. Prowl's optic wouldn't even glance his way.

Jazz bit his lip so hard it bled before he dug his fingers into the crevices of the others chest, starting to pull, kick and struggle to open one of the latches.

He heard Prowl's venting get more rapid when the other finally looked his way, only to grimace from the ache Jazz was causing.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Prowl! I ain't gonna leave ya-"

Jazz kept pulling, starting to dig into his pocket to see if he could use a torch and melt the locks open.

He heard a click and a fshhh as the latch he had been tugging on began to crack open.

Jazz didn't have time to thank Prowl for his co-operation, cramming his way inside the others cockpit. He heard Prowl's ventilation whirring fast and uncontrollably, noting also the spark and crackle of broken mechanisms in the cockpit.

He magnetized himself to the floor, dropping down to sit in the pilot seat, turning the controls on manually since everything else was basically fragged.

Prowl lurched up a little bit, letting out a loud yelp as he did.

"Sorry! Work with me here-"

Jazz pulled, fighting Prowl's failing systems together with him.

Prowl staggered, but slowly managed to get up on his feet, Jazz's control pushing him to move through the pain.

"I know where to go, follow me."

Jazz barely spoke out loud, focusing intensely on keeping Prowl moving so they could escape the other mechas before reinforcements would arrive.

________

Thats all teehee

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 JJK | ch7

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, FLUFFFFF, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , inner conflict, insecurity, mentions of jungkook getting hard, ocs such a tease, drunk talks , alc consumption. they finally sort shit out! observant nari as always :) talks abt the video, they cuddle later in the chapter:(((

smut warnings: not really any smut apart from jk getting kinda hard but thats it !

wc: long…

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020

a/n: guyss! i was screaming writing this chapter, they are so cute :( but u guys srsly arent ready for the next chapter ;)))))) TYSM FOR READING MY LOVES AS ALWAYS PLS CMNT WHAT U THINK :)

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You wake up to the blaring of your alarm, and immediately, you regret every single decision that led to you staying up so late. Your body feels heavy, your eyes sting, and for a moment, you just lie there, staring at the ceiling as the sound continues to ring through your room.

You barely got any sleep. You know that. You had been up late, scrolling aimlessly, your mind looping the same thoughts over and over again. Even when you tried to shut your phone off and force yourself to sleep, you kept tossing and turning, your stomach twisting with unease.

With a groggy sigh, you finally reach for your phone to shut the alarm off, and that’s when you see it—his text.

Jungkook [3:17 AM]: yeah i got home safe, but just realized i left my cap at yours, definitely didnt leave it on purpose. can i come get it tomorrow? maybe after work?

Jungkook: [3:20] just realised its like 3am, so today i mean, lmao. goodnight :)

You stare at it, the words blurring together in your tired vision. You blink a few times, re-reading it even though there’s nothing complicated about it.

He sounds normal. Casual. Teasing, even.

And you don’t know why, but that bothers you.

Your chest tightens as you lock your phone without replying.

You pull yourself out of bed, stretching your sore limbs before dragging yourself to the bathroom. As you brush your teeth, you stare at your own reflection—at the dullness in your eyes, the faint shadows under them. You look tired. You feel tired. Not just from the lack of sleep but from everything swirling in your head.

Shaking it off, you go through your usual routine, washing your face, fixing your hair just enough to look presentable, and throwing on your uniform. The motions feel automatic, like muscle memory. Even as you slip on your shoes and grab your things, your mind remains clouded.

You send a quick omw text to Nari.

Then, without giving yourself time to think too much, you head out.

——

The moment you step into the diner, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon fills your nose. The familiar hum of the morning crowd, the faint clatter of dishes, the low chatter of customers—it’s comforting, in a way. Usually, it helps you wake up. Usually, it makes you feel grounded.

Not today.

Nari is already behind the counter, refilling the sugar dispensers when she notices you walking in. She lifts her head, her brows furrowing slightly.

“You’re kinda late today.” Her voice isn’t accusatory, just observant. “Everything okay?”

You force a small smile, shrugging as you set your bag down. “Yeah. Just- slept in a little.”

You can tell she doesn’t fully buy it. Her eyes scan your face, and for a second, you think she’s going to press further. But instead, she just nods. “Rough morning?”

You hum in response, tying your apron around your waist. “Something like that.”

She watches you for another beat, but before she can say anything else, the door chimes as a new wave of customers walks in. You both shift into work mode, greeting people, taking orders, moving around the diner with the usual rhythm.

But Nari doesn’t forget.

As you’re wiping down the counter during a lull, she leans in slightly. “Sooo…” she starts, dragging out the word. “How was it?”

You glance up at her, blinking. “Huh?”

She gives you an exasperated look. “You know. Him. Jungkook. Your little home visit.” She wiggles her brows. “What happened?”

You grip the cloth in your hand a little tighter. “It was fine.”

Nari stares at you.

“…Fine?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

She blinks. “That’s it?”

You shrug, keeping your eyes down as you wipe the counter again even though there’s nothing left to clean. “We just hung out.”

It’s not a lie. But it’s not the full truth, either.

Usually, you’d be telling her everything. You’d be giggling about the tension, about how close you both got, about the way your heart almost burst out of your chest when you caught him staring at you. You’d be reliving every second, analyzing every tiny detail together.

But now…

Now, you can’t bring yourself to say anything more.

Nari doesn’t push. But you can feel her looking at you, studying your face, your body language. She knows you too well. She knows something is off.

Still, she lets out a small hum. “Huh. Okay.”

And just like that, the conversation ends.

But you can tell—she’s not convinced.

And neither are you.

The rest of the day drags.

You go through the motions—taking orders, refilling drinks, clearing tables—but everything feels sluggish, like time is stretching itself out just to torture you. The usual rhythm of the diner, the comfort of routine, does little to distract you.

Still, you and Nari fall into your usual banter.

“Did you see table four?” she murmurs as you both stand behind the counter, pretending to be busy.

You glance over. An older man, seated alone, aggressively scrolling through his phone while sipping his coffee.

“What about him?” you ask.

“He’s been sitting there for two hours,” she whispers. “He keeps muttering to himself. I think he’s writing an angry Yelp review in real-time.”

You snort. “Probably about you.”

She gasps, clutching her chest dramatically. “Me? What did I do?”

“I saw you only give him three sugar packets when he clearly wanted, like, five.”

She gasps again, even louder. “I am so sorry for my crimes.”

You shake your head, but the lightheartedness doesn’t last long. Even when you joke around, even when you chat about random things—like the girl who came in wearing the most questionable outfit for brunch or the guy who tipped you both in coins—it all feels distant.

Like you’re going through the motions but not really there.

Nari notices, but she doesn’t push. She just nudges you every now and then, throwing in little jokes, making sure you’re not completely drowning in your thoughts.

Eventually, the shift ends.

By the time you get home, your body aches, but your mind is still too restless to relax.

You kick off your shoes, sighing as you stretch your sore limbs. The apartment feels too quiet, the air too still, and for a second, you just stand there, staring into the dimly lit space.

Then, you move.

You toss your bag onto the couch, unbutton your uniform with sluggish fingers, and head straight to the shower. The warm water does little to ease the tension in your body, but you let it run over you anyway, washing away the exhaustion of the day.

After changing into something comfortable—just a loose tee and shorts—you sink into the couch, pulling your phone into your hands without thinking.

You don’t mean to.

You really don’t.

But your fingers move on their own, navigating back to it.

The video.

It plays in silence at first, your eyes scanning every frame, searching for something—anything—that might tell you whether this is real or not.

The comments are a mess.

It’s fake, obviously. People are so gullible.

That’s definitely him. That’s literally his dog.

It could be an old video.

Idk man… this looks recent to me.

LMAO caught in 4K.

You press your lips together, stomach twisting. You don’t know what to think.

You hesitate.

For a moment, you consider just… keeping it in. Not making it a big deal. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe you’re overthinking. Maybe— No.

You can’t do that. It’s not you. You’ve never been the type to bottle things up, to let something fester until it eats you alive.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you dial Nari.

She picks up instantly. “Finally. I was waiting for you to spill.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Nari…”

Her tone shifts. “Whoa. You sound stressed. What’s up?”

You run a hand through your hair. “I—I don’t know where to start.”

“Try the beginning.”

You inhale. Exhale. Then you start talking.

You tell her everything—how Jungkook came over, how the whole night felt like something straight out of a movie. But you don’t linger on that. You don’t let yourself get caught up in those feelings.

Because that’s not the point.

“When he left, I was scrolling, and I saw this video,” you finally say, voice tight. “Nari… I don’t know what to think.”

She pauses. “What kind of video?”

You swallow. “It—it looks like him. Hugging some girl. In an apartment. With his dog.”

Nari doesn’t say anything for a second. Then—

“…His dog?”

You blink. “Yes?”

Nari makes a noise, something between a sigh and a laugh, but she doesn’t say what she’s thinking, which is probably something along the lines of, This girl really identified him by his dog.

Instead, she says, “Okay. Before we spiral—before you assume the worst—I think you need to call him.”

Your stomach flips. “Call him?”

“Yes. Right now. Before this turns into a whole thing.”

You grip your phone tighter, pulse quickening.

Call him.

The thought alone makes your chest tighten.

But… you know she’s right. You have to.

You have to hear it from him.

You take a deep breath.

And then—you press call.

Your thumb hovers over the call button, hesitating for just a second before you press it.

The phone rings.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

No answer.

You exhale, sinking back against the couch, your grip on your phone tightening. He’s probably busy, you tell yourself. Maybe he’s out. Maybe he’s sleeping. Maybe—

Your eyes flicker down to your screen.

And that’s when you see them.

The messages.

Messages you didn’t notice earlier—ones that had piled up throughout the day.

11:24 AM – You’re probably busy right now, but I just wanted to check in.

2:37 PM – Are you okay?

4:10 PM – I don’t wanna be annoying, but if somethings wrong, do you wanna talk about it?

6:03 PM – Am I still okay to come get my hat?

6:05 PM – Are we okay?

Your heart clenches.

He noticed. Of course, he noticed. You weren’t outright ignoring him, but you weren’t responding either, and Jungkook wasn’t stupid.

You hesitate for another moment, staring at the last message. It was sent only a few minutes ago.

Your stomach twists.

And then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you press call.

This time, he picks up on the second ring.

“Hey,” Jungkook’s voice comes through, casual, warm. “Did you get any of my messages? I was worried—”

You swallow. “Jungkook.”

The second you say his name, his words trail off.

A beat of silence.

Then— “…What’s wrong?”

His tone shifts entirely. He sounds confused at first, but there’s an underlying tension there now, like he’s already bracing himself.

You inhale sharply, gripping your phone like it’s the only thing keeping you steady.

And then—You tell him.

You swallow, struggling to collect your thoughts. “So, I saw this video. This video, and I— I don’t know— was this recent? Is this even you? I— I’m just— I don’t get it.” You feel your voice falter with every word, your thoughts coming out in a rushed, jumbled mess. “I saw the video and— and it looks like you, it’s definitely you, right? You look just like— and your dog is there, and— I don’t— I don’t know. I don’t know if this was when whatever were doing- Or before, or— God, I just don’t know what to think!”

The words spill out of you so quickly, you can’t even take a breath in between. Your mind is racing, but everything that comes out feels like nonsense.

Jungkook’s quiet on the other end, and you almost can’t take the silence. Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet and confused. “Wait, what video? You’re telling me you saw a video of me?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady yourself, but it’s like your thoughts are moving too fast. “Yeah. I don’t even know if it’s you for sure, but it looks like you— your hair, your dog, everything. And I—I don’t know what to think, Jungkook. Like, was this recent? Was this before we met? After? I’m just… I don’t even know, okay?” Your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds.

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, and then you hear him breathe out deeply. “I really don’t… Please, just show me.”

You freeze for a second. “You’re sure? I can just send it to you.” You’re not sure what you want anymore, not sure what’ll make you feel better. You just know you need some kind of answer, even if it’s one you don’t want to hear.

“Yeah. Show me.”

You quickly open the video again, hesitate for a moment, and then press send.

The seconds stretch on, too long, as the video starts loading on his end.

When he finally speaks again, his voice is almost flat. “That’s not even me.”

You can’t help the frustration that rises in you. “But it looks like you. It— everything’s the same.”

He sighs deeply, and it sounds like he’s rubbing his face. “I swear to you, that’s not me. I don’t know when or where that video was taken, but I swear it isn’t me.”

You can feel your chest tighten. “Please just tell me the truth.” Your voice cracks again.

There’s a long silence, and just when you’re about to speak again, he finally responds, softer this time. “I am telling you the truth.”

You want to argue. You want to keep pressing him, demand answers, but you can’t bring yourself to. Instead, the words just slip out of him, barely above a whisper. “Do you think I’d lie to you?”

You’re voice softens. “I don’t know.”

Another silence falls over the call. It stretches on, thick and heavy, and you’re left with your thoughts—confused, unsure, and aching to know what’s real.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion building in your chest. The silence between you and Jungkook stretches out as you try to figure out what to say. You’re not even sure what you’re feeling—it’s just… everything feels so uncertain right now.

Jungkook’s voice softens a bit as he breaks the silence, though he’s still trying to be patient. “You missed something,” he says, almost with a touch of amusement. “That guy doesn’t have tattoos.”

It’s only then that you realize it—the guy in the video doesn’t have any tattoos, and Jungkook, well… he’s got an arm full of them.

You feel embarrassed, your face burning at the realization. “Oh…” you mumble, feeling a bit stupid for not noticing earlier. “I didn’t even… I guess I didn’t—”

“Seriously?” he teases lightly, though there’s no malice in his voice. “That’s how you know it’s not me.”

You sigh, your hand dropping to your face in frustration. “God, I feel stupid.”

Then, there’s a brief pause on his end, and you can practically hear him trying to put the pieces together.

“So,” he says, sounding a little more certain now, “you were jealous?”

You freeze, the question catching you off guard. The truth hangs in the air between you, but you don’t have to think long.

“Shut up,” you say quietly, finally understanding why you’ve been acting the way you have. “I guess I was.”

A small silence follows, before Jungkook chuckles softly, his tone a little lighter now.

“That’s why you haven’t been replying to me, huh?” he asks, almost playfully. “Guess that makes sense now.”

You don’t say anything, but you can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips.

The weight in your chest lifts, a sense of relief flooding through you as Jungkook’s words sink in. You hadn’t realized how tense you were, but now that the truth is out, everything feels a little clearer. You let out a long breath, your fingers resting on your phone as if you’re finally allowed to relax.

“God, I feel so much better,” you admit quietly, though there’s a small smile tugging at your lips now that the cloud of uncertainty is gone.

He lets out a quiet laugh on the other end, as if he’s relieved too. “So,�� he says, his tone still light, “can I get that cap?”

You roll your eyes, your smile only growing. “Seriously? After everything that just happened, you want your cap?”

“Yeah,” he says, sounding a little sheepish. “It’s important, alright? I don’t know what I’m gonna do without it. I could die.”

You shake your head but can’t stop the small laugh that slips out. “Fine, fine. I’ll get it to you.”

There’s a pause, and then Jungkook’s voice softens, like he’s thinking about something. “Is Nari coming over tonight? Or are you going to see her?”

You’re a little taken aback by how quickly he picks up on your schedule, but then again, it shouldn’t surprise you. He’s been paying attention. “Yeah, she’s crashing here for the night. She’ll probably stay the whole weekend.” You tease, a playful edge to your voice. “You should be glad that video wasn’t really you, though. Nari would’ve gone full protective mode if it was. She would’ve… I don’t know, come up with some kind of plan to take you down or something.”

Jungkook laughs at your words, though you sense a slight tension in his voice when he responds. “I’m not sure I want to find out what she’d do, honestly.”

“Don’t worry,” you tease. “She wouldn’t actually hurt you. She just… she has a lot of feelings when it comes to me. And same goes for her.”

“I can tell,” he says, sounding amused but also a little more serious. “But, hey, it’s alright. I get it. I don’t mind, honestly. I want you to feel safe.”

You pause at his reassurance, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple, sincere words. You can tell he’s being genuine, and it makes you feel a little less on edge about everything.

“Thanks,” you reply softly. “It means a lot.”

For a moment, the conversation lulls, the comfortable silence wrapping around you. But then Jungkook speaks again, his tone changing slightly, like he’s unsure whether or not he should voice his thoughts.

“Hey,” he starts hesitantly, “I don’t want to make this weird, but… I’m kinda- worried, y’know?”

You sit up straighter, your interest piqued by the shift in his voice. “Worried about what?”

“I don’t know, like… if things go further between us… are we just going to keep dealing with stuff like this?” His words hang in the air, heavy with the uncertainty he’s trying to work through. “Is this how it’s always gonna be? With the rumors and… all that other stuff?”

The words hit you like a wave. Go further? Your heart skips a beat as you process the possibility that he’s actually thinking about sticking around. It’s unexpected, and for a second, you’re frozen. You glance away from your phone, suddenly flustered, your mind racing. The idea of him wanting something more with you feels overwhelming—something you hadn’t even considered. A mix of warmth and nervousness floods through you, and you can’t help but feel a little dizzy at the thought.

You take a deep breath, considering his words carefully. There’s no easy answer, no quick reassurance to give, but you know you can’t lie to him. “I don’t know either,” you admit quietly. “But… I think we’ll figure it out, won’t we?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jungkook’s voice is quieter now, almost like he’s thinking it through out loud. “I just… I don’t want it to be hard. But I guess it might be, huh?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “Yeah, it probably will be. But we’ll deal with it… together.”

There’s a pause on his end before he speaks again, sounding a little more relieved now that you’ve both acknowledged the elephant in the room. “I hope so,” he says, a smile in his voice. “I really hope so.”

Before the conversation ends, your phone buzzes in your hand. You glance at it, and your stomach drops as you see a message from Nari. “Im otw, and I swear to god, if I find out he’s pulled some shit like that… I’m cutting his head off. No one messes with my best friend like this. I’m coming for him.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at the dramatic text. You can’t help but find it hilarious, though it does make you feel a little better that Nari’s on your side.

“Well,” you say into the phone with a grin, “you’ll never guess what she just texted me, actually.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s voice sounds curious, his tone softening. “What’d she say?”

“Something like…” you pause dramatically, “she’s going to cut your head off if you mess with me. Classic Nari, huh?”

Jungkook lets out a surprised laugh. “I didn’t think I’d be on her hit list so soon.”

“Don’t worry,” you tease, “it’s just Nari being Nari. She’ll be fine.” Then you add, a little playfully, “But actually, she’s on her way here now, so, like, sorry, it completely slipped my mind- you can’t come over, unless you want to be with us?”

You hear his chuckle on the other end. “Yeah, I figured. Don’t want to get on her bad side. But I dont mind, it’s up to you, but I do really miss that cap” His voice is casual, but you can tell he’s trying to give you space.

You smirk, rolling your eyes. “Sure, you can come. I’m sure Nari wouldn’t mind… In fact…” you pause for effect, “we probably have some explaining to do before she goes crazy.”

He laughs again. “Got it. I’ll just wait for your text then. You know, letting me know when it’s good to come around.”

“Exactly.” You smile to yourself. “We’ll figure it out. And come whenever you feel like it.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “See you later, Y/N”

You smile, feeling lighter now that the air’s cleared a bit. “Bye, Jungkook.”

After a brief pause, you end the call, the silence in your apartment feeling oddly comforting. The weight that had been on your chest all day seems to have lifted, and for the first time in a while, things feel a little… okay.

You hear the knock at the door and, despite your better judgment, can’t help but roll your eyes. You open it to find Nari standing there, her messy hair falling over her face as she balances a heavy-looking bag of snacks in both hands. Her eyes widen when she sees you, and her lips immediately press into a thin line of concern.

“Okay, so, I brought, like, the most ridiculous amount of comfort food I could find, because you’ve been acting so weird today,” she says in a rush, stepping over the threshold with a dramatic huff. “You clearly need some serious moral support—”

You can’t help but laugh at how over-the-top she is. “You’re so dramatic, Nari. Seriously.”

Nari glares at you, shifting the bag in her hands. She’s clearly been carrying it for a while, and you can tell by her body language that she’s trying to hold it together, but her concern is written all over her face. She lets out a little sigh, the bags of chips and candy crinkling as she adjusts the bag. “You’re telling me nothing’s going on? You’ve been off all day, and you haven’t even told me what the hell is going on with you and Jungkook. So, yeah, I brought all this stuff to make sure you didn’t spiral.”

Rolling your eyes, you step aside, letting her walk in. The faint smell of salty snacks and chocolate fills the air as Nari clumsily shuffles past you, struggling with the weight of the bag. She moves to the kitchen counter, practically dumping everything onto it in one dramatic swoop.

There’s everything from bags of chips to a mountain of candy, ice cream cups, and two cans of whipped cream. It’s almost enough to make you laugh, but instead, you just shake your head. “I didn’t need any of this, Nari. I thought I was fine, but apparently, you had other plans.”

Nari starts ripping open a bag of chips with the same intensity she just had while hauling the snacks inside. She pulls a handful out, munching as she turns to face you. “Oh my god, you’re impossible. So, tell me. Seriously. What the fuck is going on with you and Jungkook?”

You lean against the counter, crossing your arms in a lazy attempt to shrug it off. “Relax, okay? We cleared it up. It wasn’t even him in the video, okay?”

Nari stops mid-chip, her hand still raised to her mouth, and stares at you, blinking. Then she drops her hand to her lap, looking at you in deadpan disbelief. “So I show up with a fucking snack buffet, and it’s all fine now?”

You can’t help but let out a quiet laugh at her dramatic response. She’s sitting on one of your kitchen stools now, leaning forward as if she’s about to interrogate you. She crosses her arms, giving you a skeptical look. “What do you mean it’s ‘fine’? You almost let me think I had to start a rescue mission.”

“Relax, Nari,” you say, leaning against the counter again and feeling a bit lighter now that it’s all cleared up. “It’s fine. It’s not him in the video, that’s all.”

You start to shift a bit, moving to grab a glass of water, when Nari lets out another heavy sigh. “Okay, okay. So now I’m just stuck with all this junk, and you’ve ‘cleared things up’? Jesus.”

She plops herself back down onto your couch with a dramatic flop, snatching a chocolate bar from one of the bags. “Well, glad I wasted my time bringing this all over,” she mutters, her voice still heavy with the remnants of her worry. You follow her into the living room, settling down across from her with a slight grin.

“I didn’t need it, but thank you anyway,” you say with a grin, shaking your head. “And, uh, he’s coming over later.”

Nari looks at you with raised eyebrows, her feet tapping against the floor. “Wait, what? After all that? Are you serious?”

You nod, smiling slightly at her reaction. “Yeah. It’s all good now, I just needed to clear things up with him, and we’re fine. No need for the snack aisle chaos.”

“Okay, okay.” Nari shakes her head, looking at you with a mix of concern and amusement. “If you say so. But I swear, if he messes this up, I’m gonna have to stage an intervention.”

You grin, feeling the warmth of her care, but also appreciating the ridiculousness of it all. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Nari smiles softly, a little smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “I know. But you love me.”

She grabs another handful of chips as you both sit back into the couch, the mess of food strewn around you. The comforting chaos settles around you, and for the first time in a while, things feel like they might actually be okay.

You and Nari are sprawled across the living room, your half-empty snack bags littered across the coffee table as you both dive into another round of ridiculous TikToks. A few hours have slipped by, and you barely even notice the time passing. One minute, you’re comparing who has the most embarrassing saved videos on your phones, and the next, you’re both laughing hysterically over some cat video that’s so stupid it loops in your mind for a while.

At one point, you both start scrolling through social media, pointing at various people to make fun of, leaving comments on posts like a pair of snarky commentators. Your laughter echoes around the room as you both settle back into the couch. The blanket you’ve both been lazily using shifts as Nari pulls it more around her, her head resting on the armrest while she scrolls through yet another meme.

“You’re so weird, how do you find these things?” you say, chuckling as Nari snickers.

“I just search ‘shitposts,’” she responds, grinning widely. “Gotta keep it interesting.”

You both giggle, and then, almost instinctively, you reach for the last piece of candy in the open bag in front of you. As your fingers wrap around it, Nari’s hand shoots out from the other side, and the two of you lock eyes in a dramatic moment of rivalry. Without warning, Nari lunges forward, and before you know it, you’re in a playful tug-of-war over the last piece of candy.

You’re laughing, trying to wiggle away from her grip. “No way, Nari! I called it first!”

Nari grins mischievously, shaking her head. “I’m winning this. No way you’re getting it!”

She’s on top of you now, and the two of you are laughing and playfully wrestling around the living room, fully into the absurdity of the situation. You’re not even sure how it escalated this quickly, but there you are—grappling with Nari for the last sweet like children, your voices full of laughter and playful mock threats.

In the midst of the ridiculousness, you both hear a soft knock at the door. You freeze, mid-wrestle, as if the sound caught you both off guard. For a split second, neither of you moves, both of you breathing heavily from the silly tussle, now aware that someone’s at the door. Before you can react, the door swings open, and in steps Jungkook, looking casual as ever.

You and Nari immediately freeze, like a deer caught in headlights, both of you lying there in a tangled mess, with Nari still half on top of you. You stare at him wide-eyed, completely caught in the act, and for a second, the room goes quiet. The silence between you all is so awkward it’s almost tangible.

Nari, still on top of you, raises an eyebrow, deadpan, “How the hell did you get in?”

Jungkook stands in the doorway, his expression mildly amused, but with a small grin tugging at his lips. “Y/N told me the door would be open. Am I interrupting something?” He glances at the scene in front of him, his eyes flickering between you two in a way that makes you feel like you’ve been caught doing something much more embarrassing than just fighting over a piece of candy.

You and Nari both burst out laughing, the absurdity of it all finally hitting you. Nari lifts herself off you, still chuckling. “Of course, it’s you, Jungkook. Just walking in like it’s a damn movie.”

You scramble to your feet, brushing yourself off, your cheeks flushed from the weirdness of it all. “Uh, no, no interruption at all,” you manage to stammer out, still trying to hold in the laughter. “We were just…uh, yeah. Just sorting things out.”

Nari, still wiping tears from her eyes as she stands up, adds with a teasing grin, “Yeah, you caught us mid-sweet heist. Sorry to disappoint.”

Jungkook chuckles, glancing around the room before looking at the two of you with a raised brow. “Right. Well, looks like I came at a good time.” He steps inside fully, pulling the door shut behind him, and you both continue to laugh at how ridiculous the situation is.

After a few minutes of easy conversation, the rumbling of stomachs suddenly catches your attention. You glance at Jungkook, and then at Nari, and immediately burst out laughing.

As you step back from the moment, you finally take in the full scene. Jungkook’s standing there, holding his own bag of snacks—just like Nari had. It’s absurd, honestly. You can’t help but laugh at the situation, staring at the two massive bags full of sweets, chips, and other random junk. It’s almost like you’re being overprepared for an emotional breakdown that neither of you even needed.

You turn to Nari, raising an eyebrow. “Really? You both had to bring bags of stuff?”

She shrugs dramatically, her grin wide. “Hey, what if you actually needed it?” she teases. “What if you were completely heartbroken and I had to be there with my supply of junk food to make you feel better?”

You snort, shaking your head. “Right, right. Good thing I’m fine. Now we’ve got twice the junk for no reason.”

Nari just throws her hands up in mock surrender as she sits back down, pulling her feet under her and digging into one of the bags with a guilty pleasure look on her face. “Hey, I’m just doing my job here.”

You look over at Jungkook, who’s already setting his bag down beside him. He glances at you, still holding that amused grin. You chuckle to yourself, still in disbelief that you’re all here, doing this ridiculous thing.

A little later, the evening has settled into an easy rhythm. The room’s filled with the hum of idle chatter, the soft click of phone screens, and the occasional burst of laughter from one of the two of you. Nari’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch, the glow of her phone lighting up her face as she scrolls through it aimlessly. She’s been in that same position for the past half hour, shifting around to find the best position to sit, but you know she does it just because the floor feels better to her.

Meanwhile, you and Jungkook are sitting next to each other on the couch, not really paying attention to much else. It’s strange how easily the conversation flows between the two of you. You’re not even really discussing anything important—just the small stuff, like how your day’s been or random thoughts about the food bags or what weird things people post online. But it’s comfortable. The kind of comfortable that makes you forget the world outside the room exists.

Every now and then, one of you will share a thought that causes the other to laugh or shake their head in amusement. You’re too caught up in your own little bubble to notice that Nari’s doing the same thing she always does when she’s alone: scrolling through her phone, looking up occasionally to throw a sarcastic comment at you both before returning to her screen.

Jungkook leans slightly toward you, a smirk playing on his lips as he makes a quiet comment about something funny. You snicker, shaking your head. It’s moments like these—when the world feels calm, and you’re surrounded by good company—that make everything seem so simple. The way he just gets into the flow of things with you without needing to force it. No awkward pauses, just the ease of being together.

And as the night wears on, Nari starts tossing random comments your way, interrupting the small talk between you and Jungkook with a wry comment or question that only makes sense in her world. But, despite the interruption, it feels natural—like all of you just belong together in this space, no explanations needed.

“Okay, so… who’s starving?” you ask, feeling the pangs of hunger hit. You glance at the empty snack bags around you and then back at Nari and Jungkook, who both look equally hungry.

Nari groans and flops back against the couch. “Oh my god, yes. But all we’ve got are these crappy snacks. I need real food. Like, urgently.”

Jungkook looks over at the piles of chips and candy. “Crisis food,” he comments, shaking his head. “I think we need something a little more substantial.”

You laugh, “Well, what’s the plan then?”

“I’m ordering food,” you announce, pulling out your phone, but before you can even start scrolling, Jungkook speaks up.

“I’ll pay for it,” he says, a casual smirk on his face.

You raise an eyebrow, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Uh, no way. I’ve got this, seriously.”

But he just shakes his head, unfazed. “No, seriously. I’m buying. You let me bring the junk food, so it’s only fair I get the real stuff. Don’t argue with me.”

“Not happening. I’m getting it,” you argue, but you feel a little tug of guilt—he’s being persistent.

Nari glances between the two of you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Ooooh, this is some kind of power play, huh? Trying to win the ‘Who buys the food’ battle?”

Jungkook shrugs like it’s nothing. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, fine. You win.”

Jungkook pulls out his wallet like he’s been waiting for this moment, and you let out an exaggerated sigh, but don’t put up any more resistance. Nari shakes her head, leaning back with a dramatic eye roll.

“I swear, I can’t believe you’re letting him win like that.”

“Oh, just wait,” you say, tossing your phone back on the table. “He’ll probably order something ridiculous.”

“I can hear you,” Jungkook mutters, the playful annoyance in his voice.

“Yeah, well, deal with it,” you shoot back.

It doesn’t take long for the food to arrive—greasy pizza, crispy fries, wings, and all sorts of things that aren’t exactly gourmet but are perfect for this kind of hangout. Everyone digs in almost immediately, and between bites, the conversation picks back up.

“So, about that video,” Jungkook starts, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled. “Was it as ridiculous as it seemed?”

You immediately groan, resting your head on your hand. “It was totally insane. I mean, seriously, who does that? I’m still trying to figure out what to think about it.”

Nari snorts from where she’s sitting across from you, biting into a wing. “Right? What even is the deal with that? I was reading through the comments on that thing earlier, and some people were just way too invested. Like, seriously?”

“I think some of them were just bored,” Jungkook adds, shaking his head. “It’s like they have nothing better to do.”

You lean back into the couch, your hands holding a slice of pizza as you chew. “I don’t know… it didn’t feel like nothing. It felt… wrong. Like, real.” You swallow, feeling the tension creep back in. “But I think maybe I just overreacted.”

Nari throws her hands up dramatically. “Okay, okay, but let’s back up for a second. You seriously thought that was real? I’m just trying to wrap my head around how you couldn’t tell it wasn’t him.”

You can’t help but snicker, shaking your head. “Yeah, I know. But the guy in the video looked so much like him! Like, even his hair, his—”

“Not to mention the tattoos,” Jungkook cuts in, his tone deadpan.

“The guy in the video didn’t even have any tattoos,” Jungkook points out, eyebrow raised as he looks at you. “Seriously, you missed that?”

You feel your face flush. “Oh my god. I know! How did i not notice that?” You drop your head in your hands, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

“See, this is why you gotta chill,” Nari teases, elbowing you lightly. “Your mind went straight to overthinking, and now you’re feeling like an idiot.”

“I don’t feel like an idiot,” you grumble, but you can’t help but smile a little. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Jungkook leans back in his chair, grinning. “It’s all good. Just, uh, next time maybe double-check the guy’s arms before assuming.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mutter, but the awkwardness has mostly passed now.

“So,” Nari says, grabbing another wing, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “does this mean we’re back to being friends again, or what?”

“Definitely,” Jungkook says with a relaxed smile. “Unless you want to keep giving me a hard time.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you,” Nari says, suddenly looking up from her food. “I just need to know… how do you feel about the whole, uh, rumor mill situation?”

You pause, looking between Nari and Jungkook. “What do you mean?”

“Like… everything with the video and social media and all that,” Nari presses, eyes serious now. “Do you think this is how it’s always gonna be? People thinking they know stuff about you?”

Jungkook sighs, leaning forward and running a hand through his hair. “Honestly? I don’t know. It’s always been like this- since i was a trainee- I’m just trying to get through this without it affecting my life too much, but… it’s hard.”

“I get it,” Nari says softly, her tone understanding now. “That shit follows you around, right? People don’t realize how much it gets to you until it’s already too late.”

The conversation quiets for a moment, everyone digesting the shift in tone. But then, Nari’s phone buzzes again, breaking the silence. She groans loudly, reading the message with a scowl.

“Ugh, are you kidding me? My boss just texted. I have to go in tomorrow. What the hell is wrong with him?”

You can’t help but laugh a little. “I thought you had the day off?”

“I did!” she complains, tossing her phone down on the table. “And now I have to go in and deal with his bullshit. I swear, I’m so done.”

You chuckle, trying to hide your grin. “I’ll get you an Uber, okay?”

She looks at you, still sulking. “I don’t want to leave. I’m having too much fun here.”

“I know,” you say, still grinning. “But you can’t skip work forever.”

Reluctantly, Nari gets up and grabs her things. “Fine, fine. I’ll go… but don’t think I won’t be texting you while I’m miserable at work.”

“You better,” you joke. “And don’t forget to text me when you’re home.”

Jungkook stands as well, giving Nari a friendly wave as she heads out. “Take care, Nari. Try not to kill your boss.”

“I’ll try,” she says with a dramatic sigh as she heads for the door. She pauses one last time before leaving. “Oh, and by the way,” she adds, winking at you both, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

With that, the door clicks shut, leaving you and Jungkook alone. The apartment is quieter now, and you glance over at him, feeling the change in the air.

As the meal winds down, you glance at the empty space where Nari had been sitting. The mess of food that remains on her plate is the only evidence she was even there. A half-eaten piece of fried chicken, some noodles with sauce that’s slowly soaking into the table, and an untouched dessert that’s now getting cold. Typical Nari—leaving a mess but somehow making everything feel lighter.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh as he looks at the leftover food. “Wow, she’s seriously crazy- not in a bad way, but damn” he says, his tone amused.

You smirk, shaking your head lightly. “I know, right? It’s just how she is.” You glance over at the space where Nari was sitting, the empty chair now a reminder of the conversation that’s just wrapped up.

Jungkook nods with a grin. “I mean, you’re lucky to have someone like her,” he adds, and you notice the softness in his voice, like he’s taking the moment in. You don’t really know how to respond to that, but you manage a small, easy smile. “Yeah, I know.”

The two of you sit there for a moment, the only sounds being the clinking of forks and the low hum of the background noise from the TV. You start picking up the empty bottles and bowls, but Jungkook is already on his feet, heading toward the sink.

“Hey, let me do it,” he says with a casual smile as he reaches for the dish soap.

You hesitate, about to grab the plates yourself, but he holds up a hand. “No, I insist,” he says, his voice a little firmer this time.

With a small shrug, you step back and watch him go to work. He’s methodical about it, washing each dish with care, his hands strong and sure. The muscles in his arms flex with each movement, and the tattoos that twist around his forearms catch the light as he scrubs. It’s such a domestic thing, watching him clean up without hesitation, and the sight catches you off guard.

You can’t help but notice how attractive it is—how someone like him, who you know is constantly in the spotlight, can be so grounded in a simple moment like this. The motion of him bending over to rinse the dishes, the way his shoulders flex, it all suddenly seems… a little too personal. You find yourself staring for a second too long before you clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of the moment.

He looks up, catching the look in your eyes, and chuckles lightly. “What?”

You snap out of it, a little embarrassed. “Nothing, just… I didn’t expect you to be so thorough with this.”

He raises an eyebrow, teasing you. “What, you think I wouldn’t know how to clean up?” His voice is playful, a little smug.

“No, I mean, I thought you were more the ‘grab a beer and let someone else handle it’ type,” you joke back, but the truth is, you’re surprised at how easily he handles it.

Jungkook chuckles softly and gives you a quick grin. “Nah, not really my style. I don’t mind it.”

As he finishes washing up, you walk over to dry the dishes, but before you can grab the towel, he’s already holding it up with a smile. “I’ve got it,” he says, finishing up the last dish.

You watch him for a moment, a strange warmth spreading through you. There’s something about him taking care of the little things that gets to you. It’s unexpected—and you find yourself appreciating it more than you thought possible.

After a few minutes of silence, you yawned and stretched, your mind starting to wander. You weren’t quite ready to go to bed, but there wasn’t much else to do either. “So… what now?” you asked, your voice a little slurred from the wine.

Jungkook glanced over at you, his expression soft. “I dunno. A tour or something?”

“A tour?” you raised an eyebrow

Jungkook nodded with a playful grin. “Yeah, show me what I’m working with.”

You hesitated for a second before shrugging, standing up straight. “Alright, fine. Follow me.”

As you lead him into your room, you realized how personal everything felt. Your bed, still a jumble of pastel yellow pillows and plushies, a soft and familiar comfort. You could feel his gaze linger on everything: the little trinkets scattered around, the photographs on the walls—ones of you as a baby with your family. The room was just so… you. And it felt a little vulnerable having him see it all, but oddly enough, it wasn’t uncomfortable. He was looking at it like it was interesting, like he wasn’t just humoring you but genuinely seeing you.

“Wow,” Jungkook said quietly as he took in the scene. “This room is… so you.”

You smiled, a little shy, unsure how to take the compliment. “Yeah, I guess. Yellow is kind of my thing.”

He chuckled. “I can tell. It’s… cute. I like it.”

You weren’t sure why, but hearing him say that made you feel warm. You moved to your desk, showing him some of your favorite items, and he took everything in with an interested look. It was odd, having him in your personal space, but in a good way. Almost like he was fitting into your world without trying too hard, and that made everything feel easier.

Jungkook eventually moved toward your bed, picking up one of your plushies. “These things are huge,” he said, holding it up. “How do you sleep with all this?”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “I don’t sleep with all of them. Just the ones I really like.”

“Ah,” he nodded knowingly. “So you sleep with the plushies you really like. That’s cute.”

Your heart fluttered a little, and you found yourself laughing it off. “Okay, you’re embarrassing me now.”

He shrugged with a teasing smile. “I don’t make the rules. Your room is just… really cute.”

And for some reason, that felt kind of nice.

Jungkook dramatically flops onto your bed, his arms spread wide as he sinks into the plushies. He sighs like he’s just finished a marathon, face half-buried in a stuffed animal.

“This is it,” he mumbles. “This is the life. I’m never moving again.”

You giggle, swaying slightly on your feet as you watch him make himself at home. The drinks have softened the edges of your thoughts, and suddenly, the sight of Jungkook—sprawled out, cuddling a plushie like he belongs here—is just too cute.

Without thinking, you grab your Polaroid camera from the shelf. Click.

His eyes snap open.

“Wait—” He pushes himself up onto his elbows, blinking at you. “Did you just take a picture of me?”

You pause, looking down at the film as it starts developing. “Uh… yeah?”

Jungkook scoffs, sitting up properly. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Why? You looked cute,” you say, giggling as you shake the Polaroid.

Jungkook freezes.

“What—” He clears his throat, suddenly looking anywhere but at you. “Don’t call me cute.”

“Why not?” You tilt your head, grinning as you step closer. “You are, though. You and my plushies match.”

His ears are definitely turning red now. He grumbles something under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck, and you laugh before turning toward your wall.

Without hesitation, you find an empty space and tape the Polaroid onto it.

“Wait—” Jungkook’s voice is different now, less playful and more surprised. “You’re putting it there?”

You glance back at him. “Yeah. Why?”

He doesn’t respond right away, just staring at the picture now blending in with the rest of your memories.

“That’s, like… your special wall,” he says slowly. “It’s all family and childhood pictures and stuff.”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, stepping back to admire it.

He turns to you. “So I get to be up there?”

You blink at him, tipsy honesty slipping out before you can stop it. “Duh. You’re special.”

Jungkook visibly short-circuits.

His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again. He shifts on your bed like he’s trying to find a comfortable way to exist in this moment but is failing miserably.

“I—” he starts, then laughs, shaking his head. “You’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk,” you retort, plopping down onto the bed beside him.

He groans, rubbing his face with both hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

You grin, nudging his leg with your knee. “Why? Does it make you nervous?”

Jungkook lowers his hands just enough to glare at you, but his pink ears give him away. “No.”

“Liar,” you tease, rolling onto your side to face him. “Admit it. You like being on my wall.”

He huffs. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you do.”

He glares harder. You just smile.

After a second, he gives up with an exasperated sigh, flopping back into your plushies again. He grabs one and chucks it at your face, making you burst into laughter.

“Go to sleep,” he mutters.

“Admit it first.”

“Never.”

After the whole Polaroid moment, neither of you really address the fact that Jungkook isn’t leaving. It just kind of happens—like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

At some point, you stretch, sighing. “I need a shower.”

Jungkook hums in response, sitting up on your bed, scrolling through his phone. You’re about to head to the bathroom when you realize something funny.

You turn, smirking. “Are you gonna come with me?”

Jungkook’s fingers twitch around his phone. His head snaps up. “What?”

You snort. “You’ve been following me around like a lost puppy all night. Thought maybe you wanted to stick by my side for that too.”

His ears go pink. He scoffs. “I have not been following you.”

You just stare at him.

His jaw clenches. “…Not like that.”

Laughing, you shake your head, already making your way to the bathroom. “Relax, I’m joking. Whatever.”

Jungkook clears his throat, flopping onto his back, pressing his phone to his face—but the way he keeps shifting makes it obvious he’s still thinking about it.

You take a quick shower, just washing off the remnants of your day. You can’t fall asleep without showering or feeling clean, it’s always been like that for you.

When you’re in the bathroom, an idea pops into your head.

You crack the door open, peeking out. “Hey, Jungkook?”

He looks up. “Yeah?”

“Can you grab me some clothes?”

His eyebrows raise slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh—uh, yeah. Sure.”

You bite back a grin. “Just pick anything. And don’t be weird about it.”

Jungkook mutters something under his breath but gets up, heading toward your closet. You hear him rustling through the clothes, and then— He sees a particular piece of underwear which has something stirring in his lower stomach; It’s light yellow, lacy, and he feels like a fucking teenager when he feels his cock stirring at the thought of you wearing them.

“…Oh.”

You stifle a laugh. “What?”

“…Nothing.” More rustling. Then another pause. Then, lower: “…Damn.”

You grin. “Jungkook.”

“I’m working on it!” He quickly shuts your underwear drawer, snapping out of his horny and tipsy state of just staring at the endless amounts of underwear you have. Opting for a camisole, shorts, and some pale yellow polka dot underwear, which you find not particularly sexy, but something about it’s sheer simplicity of a garment has Jungkook’s stomach churning more than the lacy pair, he finally walks up to the bathroom.

Finally, he knocks on the bathroom door. “Here.”

When you swing the door open fully, Jungkook visibly stutters.

You’re wrapped in a thick bathrobe, still slightly damp from the shower, hair messy. The scent of your shampoo drifts out, and for a second, he just stares.

Then he clears his throat, shoving the clothes at you. “You, uh. Smell nice.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re going with?”

He huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “What, you want me to say you look good too?”

You smirk. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling. “You’re an idiot.”

Still grinning, you grab the clothes, but right before you close the door, you tease, “By the way… took you a while to pick something out.”

His ears are pink again. “Shut up.”

And as he walks back to your bed, he definitely doesn’t think about what else was in your closet. Not at all.

As you settle into bed, you grab your lotion, propping a leg up to moisturize like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Jungkook, sitting stiffly at the edge of the bed, is very much not casual about it. He swallows, looking everywhere but directly at you, only for his eyes to betray him and flicker down anyway. The slow drag of your hands over your skin, the soft glow of your fairy lights catching the sheen of moisture—it’s doing things to him. What the fuck is going on tonight?!

But it’s when you sit back, finally done, and turn to him that he really freezes. Your face is bare, completely natural, no makeup, nothing—just you. And somehow, it’s unfairly captivating. His staring doesn’t go unnoticed. “What?” you ask, raising a brow.

Jungkook blinks, caught. “Nothing,” he says quickly, but his voice is just a little too soft, a little too genuine.

You hold his gaze for a second longer before shaking your head with a small smile, crawling under the covers. Once you’re comfortable, you glance at him again. “Are you actually going home tonight?”

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really don’t want to,” he admits. “I’ll stay for a while, but I do have to leave at some point ‘cause of Bam.”

That makes you frown. “Oh. Right.” You try not to sound too disappointed, but he catches it anyway.

Still, neither of you makes any move to get up. He slides further onto the bed, settling in, and somehow, the space between you begins to shrink. It’s hesitant at first—shoulders brushing, then shifting apart, then brushing again. But the longer you lay there, the more natural it feels.

Then it happens. Your breathing slows, deepens. The subtle weight of your body against him becomes heavier, and when he glances down, he realizes—you’re asleep.

Jungkook holds his breath. He moves carefully, slipping under the covers, but the second he does, you stir, a soft little noise escaping you as you instinctively nuzzle into his chest. His entire body tenses. His heart? Gone. He’s genuinely struggling to process the fact that you’re in his arms, warm and trusting, curling up like you belong there. And you do. To him, you do.

And it hits him like a truck. He’s falling. Hard.

It’s not just attraction—it’s something deeper, something terrifyingly real. He already knows he likes you, but now, lying here with you wrapped around him, listening to your soft breaths, he realizes just how much. He’s never felt like this before, never wanted something so badly but so delicately at the same time.

His fingers twitch where they rest against your back. You’re so close, so warm, so—

Jungkook exhales shakily. Yeah. He’s staying.

Carefully, he reaches for his phone, typing out a quick message to Taehyung:

pls ferd bam in the morning? i’m nt coming hmr

He tries his best to type with one hand, not wanting to wake you up. He’s selfish, and he wants this moment to stretch as much as he possibly can.

A few seconds later, he gets a response:

LMAO. ok lover boy

Jungkook rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother replying. Instead, he sets his phone down and looks at you again. You’re ridiculously snug against him now, face smushed into his chest, and—oh. There it is. A small, damp patch forming on his shirt.

You’re drooling.

A smile tugs at his lips. If you were awake, you’d be mortified, but right now? Right now, you look impossibly cute. And yeah… he’s probably never washing this shirt again.

With a quiet chuckle, he lifts a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re really something else, huh?” he murmurs. You don’t stir. He exhales softly. “God, I’m so screwed.”

The fairy lights cast a dim, golden glow across the room, just enough for him to make out the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. And as he watches, sleep slowly begins to pull at him too.

Jungkook’s last thought before he drifts off is simple, inevitable:

He’s never felt so… normal in his life, and it makes his heart flutter in his chest.

[fwol-jintu]

Putting more stuff for the split screen/beast bunny au

To be clear, Shen yuan sees himself as Normal Guy TM no matter where it is, be it lake or mirrors or basically anything that reveals himself. Its rly his vision that got fucked by the system lmao

He does unlock "dual maining" eventually, as in his 2nd arm. Its a bit cursed, since the second arm is made from a dead arm actually but was manipulated and revived by some dark art. Or well, it was made by a "carrot."

Basically, system made him find a very very specific "carrot" and made him kill it. He used the flesh and roughly formed it into the shape of an arm, a sharp blade on the end of the made arm. He lodged that blade into his own, connecting his flesh and the demon flesh. The demon flesh of the "carrot" started to regenerate due to the blade drawing shen yuan's unknown blood and merging with the demon flesh's own.

In shen yuan's pov, an arm magically appeared after he "chopped up some carrots for the materials" to make said arm. It looks great to him, but anyone else witnessing that scene would've been HORRIFIED.

Oh yeah the demon arm is blackened and charred, as well as having sharp bloody claws. So basically, he became even more of a monster !! But hey, he has two arms now. Yay!

Does shen yuan ever find out he sees things differently compared to others? Haha, no idea. Maybe he will, maybe he won't!

The system decides, afterall.

Will shen yuan ever be able to communicate with the "bunnies"? Yeah he loves his babies very much.

Yes he still gushes about other monsters and yes other monsters exists, the "carrots" only appear when the system deems them an "enemy"

but... how would that work?

A flickering figure, tripping between orange and gray.

"Baba?.."

the blur spoke, a reaching hand towards Shen Yuan. What?

They continued to flicker, the system undecided and unresponsive. Was this an illusion? A new devourer type?

He wasn't gonna take any risks, so he assumed so and tried to attack.

The devourer dodged it, albeit sloppily, barely making it.

I won't miss the next time.

He swung his butcher's knife, though the devourer kept dodging and even got a hit on him. He was getting kinda frustrated, until he remembered he has a new arm now!

With his realization, he quickly grabbed the devourer using his new arm and pinned it down, the knife to its barely seen panicking face.

before he could cut the carrot though, his system blaired at him.

[ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!]

What?

"-BA"

"-BABA!"

An unclear voice like a dream snapped him out of it, and when he looked down; his bunny? Oh fuck.

He quickly let go and saw how scared his green bunny was. Guilty, shen yuan scooped up the teary-eyed bunny and gently cradled it, muttering apologies.

Eh, but wait.. did it just call him "baba"?!

And suddenly he was convinced they have a special connection.

The system rung up,

[host has prevented the illusion 'Unseen' from making you hurt your bunnies.]

[10 d-points has been given.]

Hm, well shen yuan supposes it was easy enough to figure out, but did he seriously need to traumatize his baby? But then again thats the illusion's fault, he has nothing to do with it except being another victim. Sigh~

Now that he thinks about it, why did the figure look faintly human?

Eh, well it was an illusion, so who cares?

And then in sj's pov its like, his baba cuts up another demon. But then, he started cutting it up into mesh, and was forming it into something, something that looked eerily like an arm.

He stuck his extra blade into it and holy fuck did he just stabbed himself?!-

And then the arm made by the flesh of a demon suddenly regenerated into his baba's arm and the next thing he knows is that his adoptive dad struggled to stand and breathe.

He was worried only for a bit because the next, his baba looked at him, and fucking tried to kill him.

Atleast shen jiu managed to snap him out of it, so now his worrisome and scary monster was hugging him and muttering unintelligibles that felt like apologies.

No amount of apologies can make up for that jumpscare but thanks dad.

oh also, the bunnies could be either beasts or human. The rarer ones were always human though, or atleast human kids.

To seperate the 2 so that either the humans wont kill the demon beasts or the demons wont kill the humans, the system seperated it into 3 using traits.

Humans were always "haze", smth smth haze. Like shen jiu's being "haze-coated dreams." But that ones obvious, for a non obvious one lets use lqg as an example. Liu Qingge's could be "burning iron spirit" or smth and in the status lqg's bunny would have the trait "haze" alongside other traits.

Meanwhile, demons or specifically monsters that the system can consider friendly enough to be made bunnies would have the trait "beast", while demons as in ppl like mobei-jun would have the trait "demonic"

And the system would tell him that he needs to seperate them so their traits dont clash and make their life uncomfy

And who was shen yuan to allow his babies to suffer?!

___________________

System: kill this devourer to get its materials to make your arm

Sy: ayyy finally!

(Few minutes later)

Sj: wtf wtf wtf wtf

Sy: oops

System:

System: seems we encountered another monster (" > .>) —> (looks away)

Sy: damn that monster, made my poor baby scared :(

System, sweating: yeaaahhhh.... heres some d-points.

_________________

Shen yuan eats human food. He discovered demonic and haze bunnies only until later, shen jiu was his first haze bunny. The system tells him that haze bunnies have the same diet as humans because when they grow up they eventually take on a humanoid form, or well.. learn. The system needs an excuse to further reason why sj cant communicate afterall.

Haze coated dreams aka sj randomly transforming back into a bunny

Sy: ???

System who was trying to keep sj from spilling the beans: haze bunnies learn to maintain their humanoid form, but it doesnt last very long as their control is weak.

Sy: ah that makes sense.

Yes, shen jiu will be able to communicate with shen yuan eventually, but only when the system knows that sj is already used to sy's monster-esque appearance and wont infact snitch. (Or cant)

If needed, the system will js "haze" (censor) the revealing words in the form of sj speaking unintelligebles and convince shen yuan that his haze bunny was still learning how to speak.

Well, by the time the system cant use that excuse, it would've already fulfilled its goal anyway.

Anywayyyss yeah just some stuff in my head

[velvetvexations]

Im real confused as to why Some (keyword) transfems/women get upset with trans/nb people who say "I used to be a girl, but now im not"

Like... im talking about My Experience. If you (general) don't feel like you were ever "a boy" then thats, like, cool? What does that have to do with me, though?

Am I just not allowed to talk about my past when I was seen as a cis woman...? Because somewhere, someone might think im implying certain things about trans women?

Im sorry I just cant get over how im supposed to walk around eggshells and words things so that I never hurt anyones feelings unintentionally, but they get to call us theyfab womb whores apropos of nothing. Like. Lmao. Lol even.

And it sucks because it should be easy to understand. It's just that there's more of a continuity between how a cis woman is expected to be treated and the super-advanced, hyper version of that trans men experience. That is to say, trans women usually have totally different lives than cis men, but a trans man's oppression is more like a greatly intensified version of what they'd be getting if they were cis women. When someone treats a trans man transphobically, they're usually treating them Like Women Are Treated But Worse, whereas trans women are treated like a totally distinct category. Also, trans people AFAB generally need more of what's considered specialized resources like access to reproductive health services, and all of that stuff might as well be the Barbie aisle in a toy store where everything is slathered in an eye-searing blur of pink, so trans men are forced to seek out and rely on things that have big neon signs on them saying FOR WOMEN.

All of this then leads to claims yall are 'clinging to your AGAB,' which is essentially fucking revolting victim blaming for being affected by extreme misogyny at a much greater rate than cis women and being misgendered in the course of trying to get essential services. Because, you know, if you were serious about being a man you would have simply chosen to be AMAB, right?

[maliaelise6]

Ikepri Disney songs

Okay so I like finding songs of one artist or genre and finding one to dedicate to each ikepri character but I keep struggling trying to come up with ikepri characters connecting to (specifically) Disney love songs. I'm cool with leaving the love songs area but here's what I have so far if anyone wants to suggest songs or changes I'd love to hear it :3

Spoilers obv

Jin: Strangers like me from Tarzan - because I think the theme of him learning how to love and actually accept himself is kinda connected to the song. Also I just love him sm

Chevalier: Evermore from Beauty and The Beast (liveaction) as much as I hate live action, this is so good. It screams Chev. He knows Emma is always gonna come back and he doesn't know why but it makes him happy 🥺

Clavis: I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. Is it my favorite song? Yes. Is he my favorite character? Yes. But its so 'Emma being totally in love without realizing it and feeling horribly conflicted about her feelings because of her duty' coded. This is her song to him 1000%

Leon: a whole new world from Aladin. Man. Play the first chapter of his story if you don't already see it lmao. Mr. "Take my hand and I'll show you a whole new world/life" sounding ass

Yves: kiss the girl from the little mermaid. Just the sweetest boy, man. Licht, Jin, Leon, and Rio are DESPERATELY trying to make him make the first move.

Licht: Thats How You Know from Enchanted. Idrk enchanted very well and I don't know licht very well but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just silly Yves and nokto trying to get him to make a move

Nokto: a girl worth fighting for from mulan. This is where the "not a love song" problem comes in. I do think that if you take away the actual context you can make a connection between the beginning when all the guys are talking about what they want, that's just him messing with other women, but when things get serious its him realizing he doesn't actually want any of them, and that he has feelings he doesn't truly understand for Emma. Kinda a reach but I've never been one for accuracies in things like this lmao.

Luke: I see the light from tangled. Omg. "All those days, chasing down a daydream. All those years living in a blur. All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were." HIM REALIZING THAT HE SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE WITH NOTHING BUT REVENGE AND HATRED AND AHHH. HIM CHANGING FOR EMMA. HIS WHOLE LIFE HAS TO CHANGE AND ITS SCARY BUT FOR THE BEST

Rio: so this is love from Cinderella? I really don't know for him tbh

Sariel: ma belle Evangeline from the princess and the frog. Idk it has old lovers vibes and thats what Sariel gives. Maybe it'd fit better for Rio? Idk I'm iffy on this one

Silvio: colors of the wind from pocahontas. Not exactly love but it fits well. Teaching him that value isn't purely monetary.

Keith: another one I really don't know. I love him sm but I really got nothing man. Please recommend something 🙏

Gilbert: once upon a dream from sleeping beauty. HE WANTS HER TO KNOW HIM. HES BEEN DREAMING OF MEETING HER FOR SO LONG. SUCH A 'we might not know each other now but I knew you once in a place so far back in my mind that it escapes me.'

Please give me ideas for Sariel, Keith, and Rio 😭😭

[angellurgy2]

Pull The Trigger

your favourite freak's writing agaain! you ever wanted to read a story about a homophobic gamer boy getting doxxed and raped? well here u go! ^-^ part two coming soon

cw: noncon, forced gay, slurs, shit like that

sandstone brick, towering ahead. trapped in a corner, waiting, ak-47 comfortable in hand. listening, watching, pixel-perfect gaze. the soft pitter patter of booted footsteps approaching on sand. spin, shoot before you see. three shots of triple-round burst to centre mass. dead. 

multiple pings hit the wall ahead of him, pelted at while his back was turned. losing health rapidly. he flicks and sends his barrel spinning 180 in the opposite direction, blind trading fire. 

he screams into his bulky turtle beach headphones as the body in front of him ragdolls, screen blurring with bloody low health warnings. “YEAAAH FAGGOT, YOU LIKE THAT?”

he’s swiftly popped into the win screen, all chat and winner microphones switched on to offer a chance to flaunt or whine. 

[ALL] TriggerFinger: get GUD fags i’ll wipe u in the next one 2 lmao

[ALL] XxxGr1mR3eaperxxX: dude you suck u just got lucky

[ALL] TriggerFinger: i bet u kno a lot about sucking huh?

[ALL] TriggerFinger: just like your MOM

trigger clicks on to queue for the next game, a satisfied gleam plastering his face as everyone else is gone to the aether.

in the top left of his screen as loading screens trawl pops a message from an unfamiliar user. not on his friends list, rather it looks like they’re in the ‘recently played with’ section. probably just another noob coming to rage.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: that was pretty rude, you know.

‘ThAt WaS pReTtY rUde-’ what a beta.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: why shld i care? get a life faggot. lmao

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: you really shouldn’t talk to people like that.

this guy’s clearly got some form of retardation keeping him from getting the hint. but trigger’s got better shit to do. the loading screen for this game always takes so long. he grabs a pack of shrimp tempura cup ramen off the nearby shelf and fills it with day-old water from his water bottle, shoving it in the microwave for a couple minutes. he numbly trawls through social media feeds, doomscrolling the beautiful faces on instagram before that gets boring, then the stale porn on twitter, then the ragebait on 4chan. nothing satisfying his appetite except this one clip of some guy eating shit on his first try skateboarding, which too is ethereal in the drips of serotonin it gives.

ding!

he grabs his soppy steaming meal and brings it back over to his computer, stirring it with a stray fork before moving back into the screen. the first thing he sees is another message from the same person as before. he rolls his eye and opens the notification.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: this you? 78.222.0.13

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: TF?? 

he thinks he’s so cool. trigger quickly tabs over to chrome, typing into the address bar ‘whats my ip ad-’ before it autofills. he clicks in, praying for the release of the little ball of stress slowing spreading in his chest. only to have it implode. IPv4… 78.222.0.13

ok. well, he’s probably just trying to scare you. theres not much you can do with a few numbers. he remembers the streamers he’s watched being ddos’ed and how freaked out they’d always get. he can’t find that humour in the angered horror on their faces now, though.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: thats not my fuckin IP asshole. ur not funny

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: i think it’s pretty funny.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: see you soon :)

trigger looks around his surroundings. nothing around, just the same open bland studio basement. mattress on the floor, check. couch, check. tv, check. tiny window that shows literally nothing but a foot of grass? check. its hard for him to hide the scowl of hatred at this empty rotting enclosure. shit, did you lock the door? he runs up and flicks it locked like how a child runs up the stairs when they’re scared a monsters behind them. not because of this ‘specter’ though. just normal precaution. he wouldn’t let another man take up space in his mind like that.

trigger sits. unable to pull his focus enough to start another game, or to divest himself entirely. stuck in a limbotic resting space. he grabs the monster can sitting on his desk - one of many - and pours it down his throat with anxious franticity. after staring at the screen for long enough, with nothing else he can see to do, he types.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: What r u talking about? fuckin weirdo

10 minutes pass.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: hello?

nothing at all. empty threats and childish games. who puts in that much effort just to cause a little scare? freak, probably a faggot too.

he sighs and switches over to spotify, plugging his favourite XXXtentacion album into his grindy bluetooth speaker and grabbing a pre-roll from his weed drawer. a rusted old lighter folds between his fingers. flick, flick. hot choking mist fills his mouth and then suffuses his screen as he blows it back into the stale air. he lies idly spinning in his gaming chair, puffing until its gone and until the words leave his head. empty.

but not for long, apparently.

a resoundingly loud knocking thuds at his door. earthquaking enough to shake him out of his seatlock. but the tremors remain, rocking through his veins. he gingerly lowers his eye to the peephole. a short man looks up from a foot away, holding some sort of black bag. this is it trigger, time to man up. he paces back with soft steps, pulling a steak knife from the block and holding it behind his back. no more games, this is real life. no more being harassed by that bitch landlord, no more bad looks when mom and dad visit. when the police find him beaten and you on top you won’t have to feel bad anymore.

he opens the door.

“Hello. uber for trig?”

he doesn’t remember ordering any food, was he really that faded?

“it’s… trigger. but that’s me, yeah.”

the man passes trigger an unlabelled brown bag from the bigger unlabelled black bag. something liquid seeps out of the corner.

“have a great night, sir!” 

trigger tosses the bag onto the table already scattered with trash. throwing the knife onto the counter along with it. being paranoid is the sign of a weak mind, you need energy. he thinks about the shrooms his bro gave him a couple weeks back, saved for a special occasion in a box under his bed. the devil and angel on his shoulders scream.

he examines the food. taco bell crunchwrap and spilled soda, amazing. he begins to clean it up right as a CLFBKGBNJ clanging from the kitchenette behind his back rings out. he turns to see a tall, muscley imposing man already towering over him from there. backing up slowly, like hes a blind animal that’ll pounce at any moment. 

“hey there.”

“hi???” his words spit out with a spiteful acidity, tantrumic. 

“you must be trigger.” his monotone face twists upwards into a cruel mockery of a smile. he examines trigger up and down, who shivers at being ogled like meat.

he hears his dad in his head. puff up your chest, faggot. you can’t let people walk over you like a little bitch all the time. he straightens his back, stops retreating. his voice mimics a tough deepness.

“you need to g-get the fuck out of my house.” 

specter tilts his head with curiosity. trigger can feel the aftershocks of monster and adrenaline crumpling his heart as he looks into the intruders eyes. a dark jade gazes back, blank. empty. like null space inside his skull, giving off only the aesthetic of a watching being. beyond the entrancing holes, partially hidden behind curtains of frayed brown locks, a jagged scar cuts through his face, curved and serrated with the impression of its assailant. 

“it’s not really your house though, is it?” 

trigger stares back dumbly. specter lifts up a chiseled arm and knocks on the roof, indicating where the landlord resides. “it’s theirs, really.” he takes a step forward.

“what’s your fucking problem man?”

another step back. guarding facade broken as quickly as it was put up. you’re weak. pathetic. he can smell it on you, just like they all can.

“here to give you an attitude adjustment.” he says it so monotone, like reading a script. as if you should know what that means. specter gives a wide scan of the interior. sizing up your crime scene? this won’t be going the way you think it will, buddy. “this is a pretty shit place you got here”

“not any more shit than the goon cave you probably got, bitch” 

the molded smile on specter’s face drops in a second. in 3 sudden steps forward he closes most of the gap between them, the air between the two grows cold. trigger has no choice but to back up more to keep the feeling of safety. the distance between handler and beast, but there’s no leash here. and there’s no medic to save him.

“listen.. s-specter? right?” he looks into those dead eyes with a quiver hes kept hidden for so long.  “i'm sorry i insulted you or- or whatever i didn’t mean it okay? that’s just online shit, this isn’t real.”

specter takes another wordless step, and trigger hits the wall. this isn’t real.

“why so quiet all of a sudden?” his hand reaches out and cups triggers chin, his face too frozen with animalistic chemicals to react. forcing trigger’s weak inebriated gaze to meet his, dead yet malevolent. “are you scared of me?”

trigger spits in his face. “you- couldn’t. scare me.”

untrimmed nails dig sharply into the base of his skull. “i will.”

“my dads the chief of police. you don’t wanna do this.” he tries to put on monotone the best he can, head as swirly with emotions as it is.

specter chortles. “no he’s not”

the music emanating from trigger’s desk scratches hard as it changes into a fast-paced track. specter’s eyes and ears twitch in its direction like a bat.

“this is what you listen to?” his smile almost looks genuine this time. he gestures at the ground below them. “stay here.”

he turns and moves to walk past trigger, when he jumps into action, leaping at the man with a guttural yell.  “AA-”

immediately cut off by searing blunt force ripping through his gut, sending him crumpling to the floor with the force of extraneous gravity. so you’re a warlock, subclassed into gravitational magic, is that it? he gets up onto his hands and knees, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to the dirty linoleum floors. he chokes on each breath he tries to take in. the pain is unlike anything his soft and unexplored body has experienced before. 

specter walks away to the booming speaker, pulling out a black rectangle from the pocket of the black jeans sticking to his legs.. the speakers switch to a new track, unfamiliar to his ears. some kind of aggressive rapping, underscored by a metallic sharp noise groove. he tries to listen for words, analyzing the rhythm and slotting it with memories of other songs to try and figure out what it is. but before he can comprehend the first words to come out, a rigid boot crashes into the side of his ribs.

dazed on the ground, heaving for the little pieces of air that’ll fit through his trachea, cartoons birds twirling over his head as he stares up into the ceiling. 

a sharp sound cuts through his stupor. “you’re funny” says specter, “i really thought you’d have more fight in you.”

PHWACK. the sound of some elastic material slapping against skin, a black glove clinging to specter’s boney hand.

trigger’s shocked by the feeling of cold on his bare stomach, face twisting with rage but the rest of the body betrays him with frozen fear. specter begins to slowly lift triggers shirt, feeling up his concave flesh with rubber digits.

specter flinches back as a red handprint manifests on his cheek. i wasnt even thinking i didnt mean to i just-

a vice grip takes hold of his windpipe, holding it hostage. the hand begins to rise upwards, holding him against a wall that wasnt there two seconds ago, and then he has to fight with his noodlish body to stand up before it rips his throat right out. “you’re so weak. how did you make it so long, bullying people like that?” his other hand then puts itself to use. the cold rises up triggers body slow and nerve-wracking. he tries not to feel it and to just keep his eyes on him. the tangible, hurtable, beast. 

his mind lags from his body, not realizing he’s on the ground before he already is. terrifyingly strong knees spreading his legs apart ever so slightly, invading hand-shaped ghosts pinning him into the dirty floor face-first. months of uncaring habitation coming back to bite him in the ass all at once. his eyes jump from little pieces of dust and crumbs, filling his vision more than their existence is intended for. brought low with the trash. maybe you should’ve listened to mom.

a bottle squirts loudly out of his sight. he tries to spin his head around but he’s just met with increased pressure on his neck, pinning him down like meat on a butcher’s table. fuck this. thrashing out with all the strength in his limbs- it forces specter to change up his positioning, but even then you can’t make a single scratch, slapping at this very real intruder like a whiney little girl. 

“stop it.” he says it like he’s talking to a petulant child, dry and tired.

“fuck you! get off me!” 

a rubbery object shoves itself down his throat as he opens his mouth to yell more obscenities. fingers ripping open his jaw, dispelling his pleas into inhuman garbling.  

“reht rre throo!” 

he looks around, there has to be something he can do. everything is dark blobs because of his eyes wetting from the fingers assault of his uvula. heavy whispers assault the back of his neck, venom in his blurred ears. “i could take out a tooth. how about that?”

he shakes his head, as much as he can crushed between these manly hands. 

water trickles down from the corners of his eyes. fuck, don’t let him see you crying, that’s the ultimate defeat. man card revoked. the only benefit of this positioning is that only the tile can see your face’s treason.

the hand abruptly leaves and moves back to the rest of his body. not preferable, but at least now his eyes will stop coating themselves in water. there has to be something on this floor somewhere if he can look. 

blood coats his vision. bloody floor, bloody nose, face shoved into a pool of it. he can feel his nose contort under the hard material, head bouncing off it with a loud crack.

‘look’, you shouldve known better. thousands of hours of experience watching torture scenes in COD, and you think he’s gonna give you a break? you’re not the shooter like you thought you were, you’re just the dead russian snitch. 

slender hands dip under the waistband of his sweatpants, threatening with slow dragging downwards. fuck, he is a fag. so much screaming in his head, be a man be strong fight back faggot stop being a fucking BETA. but the weak trembling in every inch of his nervous system won’t let go. the part that knows what you are. weak little soyboy. shit, was it the burger king? he looks at the softness of his tiny arms splayed out in front of him, thinking back to all those impossible whoppers he had during that first (and last) year of college. sure there were the conspiracies but- he had to lose some weight and it was right next to his dorm and surely a little bit of hormonal meat couldn’t hurt anyone. well, apparently not. he shudders at the thought of all those tiny little girl particles running around in his bloodstream.

coldcoldcoldcoldcold fuck. something cold and wet drips down his ass, sending rippling twitches through his body. something small pokes and prods, forcing the wet inside, already he feels speared through, he has to purposefully hold his face together to not burst into open sobbing. 

“shhh sh sh. it’s okay. you’ll take it.” 

it pulls out, a hot emptiness filling all feeling. another squirt, and more wetness shoved so deep he cant handle in the choking cries. “please. please don’t. i don’t- i’m not-” cut off by the finger pulling out again, leaving his hole gaped. “Fuck stop im not gay pleasepleasepleasepl”

a sweaty palm wraps over his mouth.

something warm and hard and fleshy begins to rub circles around his hole. pressing up so close his breath hitches in fear it might go in and then pulling back and then repeating.

“be a good boy and stay quiet, trig.”

pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing

“HEEEEELPP WAIT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP NONONONONONONO STOPP#&$*%9

&$#%^#^%)#!($#$^%

##&% %%#(% %$$*$#&

*#$&$THELP

* * *

specters hard chest presses up close and warm against trigger’s back. hot, heavy breathing forces its way into his ear. they stay there for a moment, frozen in time. a breaking point cut, getting a cinematic view of his own ruination. what a shitty fucking movie this is. 

“mmhng-” specter pulls back, breaking the trance, almost making trigger wish he would’ve just stayed inside. he grunts at the feeling of trembling boyflesh seizing on his cock, shaking with each inch moved in either direction, clenching for dear life. he grips a handful of trigger’s hair and pulls it back, forcing his limp and drooling expression into specter’s vision.

 “so, what was it?” the burning rod of pressure starts to move faster, thrusting with detached force, muscular hips bouncing off trigger’s ass. “dad beat you?” another assault forward, enunciating each bit of words with the slapping of their flesh. “mom molest you?” it hurts sososososososososo bad but he cant feel anything other than the pain nothing but searing waves of some long-forbidden feeling. “or- fuck- you just get bullied too much in those squishy formative years?”

boiling hot rain streams down his face, terror burning his eyes blind. choking sobs spit out little bits of snot and saliva pooling with his tears below him in a sad filth soup. 

“oh c’mon-” specter reaches in closer, thoughtlessly pushing his cock into a switch that turns triggers legs to jelly. a waterfall of tears overlaid with shameful noises, the kind he’d before only ever heard through the speakers of a computer. each one abrading his will even more. he was supposed to be on the other side, not this. anything but this. 

“please stop”

“it’s too late.” his hand brushes triggers cheek, mimicking a comforting motion with uncomfortable skin, “you can never take back what’s already happened… and what’s about to.”

[vonbabbitt]

How skilled would you say you would be when it comes to drawing backgrounds/landscapes/scenery?

not very skilled at all LMAO thats why i blurred the outdoor background...to make it less obvious that it looked like shit...

[yuutaguro]

hey, how are you? i love your art! i am just learning how to use procreate, and i was wondering what brushes or canvas do you use to get the paper effect when you’re drawing? sorry, i hope you don’t mind me asking. thank you. ☺️

hehe well i’m gonna do a basic comprehensive tutorial on my drawing process and general guidelines i follow when doing art (hope you dont mind im using ur ask), i’ll start with my process first

brushes i use:

lineart: “ink bleed” brush that comes preprogrammed in procreate

coloring/texture: maxpacks watercolor set (while in the pricy range, ive been using it for years and i think its a worthy investment, he also has sales occasionally)

for sketching: HB pencil that comes with procreate but you can use whatever

so my lineart, i typically duplicate my original layer, “color fill” the new layer with a dark red (or any dark color of ur choice), gaussian blur it @ 3% and set it to multiply and that just gives it some depth (for this piece i actually copied my dark red lineart and adjusted the opacity to make it a little darker so there’s 3 layers in total here)

now on to COLORING, i start off with a solid bright color (usually one that goes with the general palette you’d like to use, i wanted something warm so i went with a pink base)

create a new layer and thats where the colors come in, i typically do a rough estimate of the colors i want to use at this point, cause they can be adjusted later in the “color balance” setting under “adjustments” once you have your coloring done (this is all on one layer)

now my SECRET is i use the WASH GRAINY brush as an ERASER and lightly go over my color layer so the pink base comes through a little and unifies the colors and gives it that yummy texture. sometimes i erase the base color too for a little more texture but thats not necessary for every single drawing. once i erase enough, i go to “color balance” adjustment tool and mess with the hues till i get the result i want.

after that i create a multiply layer and with my WASH GRAINY brush i do shadows/face rendering. and with this piece specifically i did an add layer to simulate sunlight on them (i do extra layers at my own discretion, so have fun with it :)

as a final cherry on top i create another multiply layer, fill it with white and then set a noise filter on it @ 17% (dont ask why that number it just works for me lmao) and thats it!

if i need to clarify anything dont hesitate to ask! like i said we dont gatekeep here

and some general tips: dont over-articulate your drawing, cause i find the more i fuss with details the more stiff my drawings look, so i suggest being a little more loose with lineart/sketching and dont sweat the small stuff

same goes for coloring, the more simplistic your shapes are the more cohesive ur drawing will look

another coloring tip: if you’re having trouble with ur drawings looking “muddy” i recommend starting off with a black and white render so you can get a handle on your values before you worry about hue (i do this with my more rendered portraits but i find it helps you focus on the depth of your drawing)

[unluckyxse7enart]

Another Homestuck-on-the-meteor fic snippet I never finished, this time a chatfic centered on Davekat - specifically Karkat struggling with his quadrant and turning to Kanaya about it. Despite being about Davekat (only semi-directly) I think my favorite bits are all Kanaya's, lmao.

•••

-carcinoGenetecist began trolling grimAuxilliatrix-

CG: KANAYA.

GA: Yes?

CG: CAN I TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING?

CG: SOMETHING IMPORTANT?

GA: Well This Is Rather Unusual.

GA: I Don't Mind, But Are You Sure You Shouldn't Go To Your Moirail Instead?

CG: ACTUALLY...

CG: THATS JUST IT

CG: I CANT REALLY GO TO HIM ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS

CG: KIND OF

CG: ABOUT HIM.

GA: I See.

GA: That Is A Conundrum.

GA: Very Well. My Auricular Sponges Are Open To What You Might Have To Say.

CG: SEE, THE THING IS

CG: I'VE BEEN THINKING LATELY AND

CG: I'M NOT SURE I WANT HIM TO BE MY MOIRAIL ANYMORE.

GA: Oh Dear.

GA: Well, Humans Aren't Exactly Well Versed In The Intricacies Of Quadrants.

GA: I Suppose An Inadequacy In Filling One They Aren't Familiar With Is Something Of An Inevitability.

CG: ER

CG: ACTUALLY, THAT WASN'T WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THAT.

CG: DON'T GET ME WRONG, HAVING A HUMAN TRY TO BE A SUCCESSFUL MOIRAIL WITHOUT BLURRING THE LINES IS AN ENORMOUS BULGE-BITING CHALLENGE

CG: BUT AS FAR AS HAVING ALIENS IN YOUR QUADRANTS GO, DAVE ISN'T... ACTUALLY THAT BAD OF A MOIRAIL ALL THINGS CONSIDERED?

CG: HE'S STILL HEAPS BETTER THAN GAMZEE IS, NOT THAT THAT'S SAYING MUCH.

GA: I See.

GA: Well, If It Isn't That Dave Is Being An Unsuccessful Moirail, As I Had First Presumed, Then What Is The Problem?

GA: Is It One Of Those "It's Not You, It's Me" Things That Your Favorite Movies Are So Fond Of Employing?

CG: KANAYA, FOR GOG'S SAKE DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT.

GA: Say What.

CG: THAT

CG: DAMMIT

CG: THAT I WANT HIM

CG: IN ANOTHER QUADRANT.

GA: Ah.

CG: DON'T "Ah" ME LIKE THAT

GA: Wouldn't Dream Of It.

GA: So?

CG: SO WHAT?

GA: Which Quadrant Do You Want Him In?

CG: WELL THAT'S

CG: KIND OF WHY I CAME TO YOU.

CG: I'M NOT SURE WHICH QUADRANT I WANT HIM IN.

CG: IF I'M COMPLETELY FUCKING HONEST, I'M NOT EVEN THAT SURE I WANT TO END OUR MOIRALLEGIANCE, EVEN IF FOR THE SAKE OF STARTING NEW IN ANOTHER QUADRANT.

GA: That Is A Real Problem.

GA: Have You Considered Seeking An Auspitice?

GA: Not That I'm Volunteering, Mind You.

CG: YES, KANAYA, I'M PERFECTLY AWARE YOU ARE VERY SELECTIVE IN WHO YOU'D AUSPITICIZE FOR, I DON'T NEED A REMINDER.

CG: AND WHILE I HAD CONSIDERED IT, ALSO CONSIDER:

CG: WHO THE FUCK *COULD* I GO TO??

CG: I CONSIDERED ASKING TEREZI, BUT... WELL, GIVEN HER HISTORY WITH BOTH OF US INDIVIDUALLY I HIGHLY DOUBT SHE'D WANT ANYWHERE NEAR US TOGETHER IN A QUADRANT

CG: I WOULDN'T TRUST VRISKA AS FAR AS I COULD THROW HER

CG: GAMZEE CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO SHOW HIS STUPID CLOWN FACE AROUND ANYONE BUT ME

CG: NOT THAT I'D TRUST HIM AS AN AUSPITICE EITHER

CG: WHICH LEAVES YOU AND ROSE WHICH

CG: YOU'VE ALREADY MADE YOUR STANCE CLEAR, AND ROSE AND DAVE WOULDN'T EVEN CONSIDER IT GIVEN THEIR WEIRD HANGUPS ON BLOOD TIES AND RELATIONSHIPS

CG: NO OFFENSE, BUT THAT'S HONESTLY A RELIEF BECAUSE I WOULDN'T WANT ANY HUMAN AS AN AUSPITICE NO MATTER HOW KNOWLEDGEABLE THEY ARE ON THE SUSBJECT. NOT EVEN ROSE.

CG: SO I HAVE FUCKALL IN THE AUSPITICE PAGEANT TO SELECT FROM WITH MY KEEN JUDGE EYE

CG: AND ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT THERE'S AN EVEN *BIGGER* PROBLEM.

CG: HOW THE BLISTERING BLUE HELL WOULD I EVEN BROACH THIS SUBJECT WITH DAVE???

CG: HE'S ALWAYS BEEN WEIRD ABOUT QUADRANTS.

CG: NEVER MIND I'M RELUCTANT TO ADMIT TO HIM THAT I'M VACILLATING IN THE FIRST PLACE...

GA: If You Don't Mind My Asking, Why Is That?

CG: Vacillation Is Perfectly Natural In A Quadrant Needing Auspiticizing.

CG: WELL

CG: I MEAN

CG: YEAH, I KNOW.

CG: BUT HE'S NOT EXACTLY FAMILIAR WITH THAT. I DON'T KNOW HOW HE'LL TAKE IT.

CG: HUMANS ONLY HAVE ONE 'QUADRANT', REMEMBER.

CG: WHAT IF THE MERE CONCEPT OF VACILLATION IS A DEALBREAKER FOR HIM?

CG: HELL, EVEN THE CONCEPT OF BEING MY MOIRAIL WAS ENOUGH TO SEND HIM OFF ON SOME BULGE-STROKING RAP TANTRUM ABOUT WHO KNOWS WHAT, I COULD BARELY EVEN LISTEN TO THE FIRST FIVE WORDS BEFORE TUNING IT OUT.

CG: IMAGINE MY COMPLETE AND UTTER SURPRISE WHEN HE ACTUALLY SAID HE’D THINK ABOUT IT.

CG: AND THEN *AGREED* TO IT.

CG: BUT HE STILL DOESN’T GET THE FINER CONCEPTS OF QUADRANTS AND IF *I* CAN BARELY RECOGNIZE WHEN I’M ABOUT TO VACILLATE THEN HOW UNDER THE BLISTERING SUN WOULD I BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN IT SO THAT EVEN A SHITTING WIGGLER CAN UNDERSTAND IT.

CG: BECAUSE YOU KNOW HE’S GOING TO GET LOST IF I EXPLAIN IT A LEVEL ABOVE THAT.

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

au in which nathaniel is married to riko part 2 (part 1)

(like 2 people asked for this but lmao thats good enough for me)

i had to think hard about this ngl, i kinda just like leaving my thoughts open ended like that, and i had a choice, to like, be nice to neil

here is the opposite of that <3

tw for domestic abuse, manipulation, suicide attempt

neil doesn't truly remember what happens next, he just knows he's in a hotel room and he's in pain and he can barely open his eyes and he can see riko is right there in the room and neil just wants to cry and scream and go back and he doesn't want to be here

and riko is right fucking there and he's threatening neil and he's just going on and on about how much trouble he's been, and how much trouble he's going to be when they get back to new york and how riko wont ever let him slip away like that again

and then riko just fucking... stops, stops shouting, stops pacing, stops spitting things at neil, and he just cries and tells neil how much he has missed him all these years and he apologizes and he holds neil close despite the pain, despite the wounds, and he promises to be better, he promises he will take care of neil

no, not of neil

of nathaniel

and nathaniel, exhausted and terrified and hopeless and in agony, can do nothing but whisper to riko to take him home, even if the words taste like venom, even if there's nothing he wants to do more than throw up, even if there are tears rolling down his cheeks and blood covering his skin

because this is all there is for him right? neil josten wasn't real, his hopes and his friends and his family and his- no, andrew is not his anymore, none of the foxes are

neil josten's life isn't nathaniels

it never was

bc neil josten didn't exist in the first place and he never should have existed

meanwhile back in seattle (and what neil doesn't know), andrew felt guilt of all things, at seeing the look of heartbreak in neils face, of hope and despair and loss, so he forces himself to stop off the road not even a kilometer later (don't ask me about miles i have no idea how those work) and he kinda just hits his steering wheel in a sprout of anger but he cant make himself to go back just yet, so he calls aaron

aaron kinda just yells at him lol, bc he's been worried about neil himself all morning and him and kate are dying bc they are scared and they just want to know how neil is doing, and like aaron just makes andrew go back for neil while aaron gets there

except neil is gone

obviously, bc wtf andrew its been like half an hour where you expecting him to be waiting for you?

and when he asks around well, the cashier just knows, ah yes the fidgety redhead kid? oh yeah some rich asian guy in a mercedes picked him up, yeah they looked close, the asian guy even hugged him and basically left clinging off the readhead, yeah sorry buddy, they left like half an hour ago, why tho? is he in some kind of trouble?

and andrew just, loses it

the next few days are a blur for andrew, he knows wymack pulls some strings and with the help of the foxes and his own money they manage to get the recorded tapes from the security camera at the gas station and its grainy as shit and

and why the fuck is riko moriyama hugging neil?

how does riko even know him?

it doesn't make any sense, why is riko kissing neil, andrew’s neil, like there's no tomorrow??

why is neil leaving with him??

and why the fuck is riko posting a picture on instagram, ready to fucking come out and announce that he has a husband??

and why is that husband neil??

except its not neil, except riko says his husband is nathaniel, and well would you look at that?? nathaniel is nothing but a fucking liar, who didnt tell him that he's with someone else, who didn't even tell him his fucking name

andrew loses himself a little after that, even if he convinces himself that he's fine, that he even ended things with him, that neil is living the happy rich life with the richest and most popular man in exy, good riddance

(but andrew can never forget, not only the good things about the relationship, no, what he can never forget is neil- nathaniel's flinches, the way he would curl up into himself when someone spoke too loud, the fear in his eyes whenever he messed up at something, the quiet sadness when they- when they started being something, andrew and neil, and he confessed that he was scared of things changing, and he confessed that it was scary to open up to someone, the again implicit in his shaky voice)

(andrew can never forget the rage when neil confessed he wasn't in the mood for sex most times, and the confusion when andrew said they didn't have to have sex when it was a no, the rage at neil's soft whispered "i can say no?")

andrew can never shake off the feeling that something is so fucking wrong, but he convinces himself to stay the fuck out of it, that its none of his fucking business, that nathaniel can live his life however he fucking wants to, andrew doesn't need him, he never has (he's always been a good liar)

months go by, in which riko posts pictures of his perfect life with his perfect husband, who doesn't have social media accounts of his own bc he likes his privacy (then why is riko sharing his pictures-)

months go by where andrew gets drunk beyond relief, but he needs to keep his pro career to pay aarons tuition so he sucks it up and does the bare fucking minimum while making sure he doesn't get fired

aaron can never truly shake off the worry, he and katelyn were the ones who saw him when he arrived, beat up and terrified and so dangerously hurt, and how hard it was for him to open up and start to accept good things, kind things

so he keeps up with them, with rikos pictures and videos and stories, trying to find proof that there's nothing wrong there, trying to find a way to convince himself that no, he's making it all up bc he himself was abused by somone he loved and trusted, and he's just proyecting

but neil is too quiet, all respectful smiles and wrapping arms around himself, always wearing baggy clothing and turtleneck shirts

the smile never reaches his eye

aaron just cant help but worry for him, bc he cant worry for andrew anymore, not he doesn't want to worry about himself, not when he's ready to pretend nothing happened and wants to keep going like neil didn't even exist

its aarons day off, and it's been 8 months since he's seen neil when he gets a call from an unknown number and he answers expecting to hear from a colleague or a resident or a med student on shift at the hospital

what he doesn't expect is ragged breathing from the other line

"hello? who is this?" he almost hangs up when all he gets is silence and that faint sound of breathing for a full minute, but before he can he hears a sob

"im so sorry, i didn't- i didn't know who to call"

aarons heart stops, bc its neil, holy shit its neil and he asks if neil is okay, he asks if neil is safe, he asks what's going on

neil remains silent again for too long, and his voice is barely a whisper "i will be soon"

his heart drops to his stomach, fear, no, absolute terror, engulfing him, "neil what did you do"

silence and then "he got me prescribed valium"

his heart is beating too fast too fast he's going to have a heart attack, "neil, neil i need you to tell me how many pills you took"

that for some reason brings out a small giggle, "i dont, i didn't count, i just, I just swallowed them all"

"neil i need you to call 911"

"i dont want to do that"

"neil, please please call 911"

"i just, im sorry i called you, i just didn't want to be alone, i- andrew didn't pick up the phone"

aaron can feel the tears on his face, "neil please, just call 911, I'll, tell me where you are and i can come get you okay? you dont, you dont have to do this"

he takes a beat too long to answer, and he does with a sob "i cant take this anymore aaron, i can't- i can't stand living with him anymore, he won't let me go any other way"

"neil i promise I can get you help, legal help, we can get you away from him, you would never have to see him again, you would be safe"

neil is still crying, "it didn't work before, it, nothing works, nothing- this will make it better"

aaron is starting to hyperventilate, "neil, please just..."

"can you, can you tell andrew i didn't mean to fuck it up? i couldn't- i couldn't marry him without getting a divorce and I couldn't- i didn't want himto find me"

"neil you can tell him yourself, lets just call 911"

his words are slurring, he sounds so tired, "thank you for being such a, such a good friend aaron"

he's too quiet on the other line, aaron is fucking terrified, god he's crying and panicking, god what does he do what does he do

he puts the phone on speaker and texts kate who's just out getting takeout and god he really needs her right fucking now

thankfully, he hears the car come in the driveway and he runs down the stairs to meet her

the call is still going, but neil hasn't said anything

"neil?? are you still there?? NEIL??"

by the time kate opens the door, he's telling her to call 911, they're able to locate calls right?? even if neil hasn't answered, the call is active, thats enough right??

"i have someone on the line who i think is attempting suicide, i- i dont know where he is, and he isn't answering, but the call is still going"

its enough

"an ambulance is on its way, do you have any idea of what happened?"

"i think he overdosed on diazepam"

"you did great by calling us"

they can do nothing but sit in silence, call ongoing in aaron's phone, holding each other as they both cry and pray to a god aaron barely believes in that the ambulance gets there in time

he can't even read how much time has passed on the phone, when he's suddenly aware of noise on the other end of the line, what sounds like a door breaking, and then chaos

he can't distinguish what's happening, he doesn't know if they got there in time or not

"hello?? is someone there??"

"YES, yes is he alive? is he...?"

"he's alive, just barely, we gave him an antidote to reverse the effects and he's breathing, you did a great job sir"

"can you tell me where you're taking him? im in seattle but i will book a flight as soon as i can"

they tell him the name of the hospital, they tell him he will probably be there for a few days under suicide watch

before the paramedic ends the call he makes himself say, "can you make sure his husband doesn't see him? he's, he abuses my friend, he's the reason he took those pills"

the paramedic takes a deep breath, "can you tell me his name? the husband's?"

his voice trembles, "riko moriyama"

"i will personally make sure he doesn't have access to him"

"thank you"

the phone disconnects at last and through the tears, the first thing aaron does is book two flights for new york

one for him and one for katelyn

he hesitates, before rubbing his eyes free of tears and realizing andrew is in a game

he books a third ticket leaving a few hours later than his and kate's, grabs a bag and they're out the door in less than 5 minutes

he can do nothing to leave a voicemail for Andrew's phone, that he knows will destroy him and give kevin a headsup too, bc he might not be much, but he's all the support andrew is gonna have at the time

he prays to the god he's believing in a little bit more than he did an hour ago, and asks nothing more than for neil to be okay when they get to new york

did not mean for this to become longer than 2 parts oop

[midwestemoismid]

Do you ever love a character so much you sorta steal your entire personality from them,,

<autism rant>

Cuz like I'm obsessed with Nicole from class of '09, if sorta stolen my whole humor from her, Which isn't really a good thing because shes kinda a piece of shit, the game revolves around her being a horrible person or trying to kill herself or something like that, I'm not like as mentally ill as her, but my humor has evolved to be similar to Nicole and ive sorta had this not care attitude. I've also been really jokingly mean to one of my best friends (he knows its a joke, thats our humor) but I accidentally did that to my little brother and felt SO bad lmao,, (he said something very obviously and I loudly go "yeah no fucking shit bitch" then started apologizing profusely) This other time I was playing blooket w/ that same friend and I did something that made him eat a fake burger and I went really loud "have this fucking burger you fat ass bitch" and hje just stared at me like wtf,, and the other person on the call (who I just met) was SHOCKED.

i'm not a bad person,, hes okay with me making those jokes btw

well im sorta a bad person but i'm working on that

i sorta hate having obsessions over character because i want to BE THEM. and it sucks even more when theyre a horrible person--and when theyre a girl,, cuz like i want to de-transition and become a terrible person and chane my name to Nicole WHAT THE FUCK WHY I DONT KNOW and like i had an alt acc on tiktok where i used she/her and named myself nicole and it was like a class of 09 fanpage sorta. and like i dont wanna be a bad person nor do i wanna hurt people feelings or be addicted to drugs AT ALL but like NICOLE🙏🙏🙏

this always happens when i have some sort of obsession. i dont typically have favorites but when i do its like an obsession

and like one other problem with being obsessed with nicole is i accidentally obsess over mental illness and (stuff i shouldnt obsess over), wich is really bad and unhealthy.

I gain little obsessions over certain things, like right now im REALLY obsessed with a game called "bad parenting" and it's a really really sad game. I wont spoil it but its genuinelly depressing and made me cry. after i saw it i wanted to hug my dad and tell him i loved him for being a good dad. ive been listening to the backround song on repeat for a bit, i might even draw fanart of it idk,, but i feel like i shouldnt be hyper obsessed with it

as a kid i also was really obsessed with "salad fingers" wich had a sadish theme to it, i kinda forget the plot but i thought it was interesting and how the main charecter was kinda messed up.

I also really like "little miss fortune" wich was also really sad. again i dont remember the plot my childhood is sorta a blur and i dont remember it well

"Sally face" is another sad game i liked. not gonna spoilt it but i loved the supernatural bit and there was a lot of death.

I also really love horror movies, ESPECIALLY horror movies that go into psychology. Like for example, saw is pretty interesting because its cool to see if people would rather cut of an arm or die. I know it's fake but it's still really cool.

Theres a lot i find interesting but i dont wanna sound like im actually insane lol

This ran went in so many placed i forgot what the original post was about😭 took me abt 2 and 1/2 class period to wright

If you read this all, thanks! If you relate reblog or comment (or make a new post and tag me) and tell me what charecter you relate to/obsess over

[the-kipsabian]

786 words orangekip if you squint. can be read as gen tho

on ao3

i had a lot of feelings last night post dynamite so. heres a little kip-centric hurt/comfort thing about the thoughts and feelings of the patriarchy seemingly forgetting him at ringside after the match. im coping with a stressful week really well lmao

@basil-the-scorned (since you wanted it im tagging you in this i hope thats okay 💜)

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He couldn’t see.

Every sound entering into his consciousness was barely more than a beat and white noise. Flashes behind his eyes, throbbing against the inside of his forehead. Everything ached.

The first thing Kip could taste was faint copper, but his brain was too busy with the lack of other senses to figure out where he was bleeding from. The noises around him became loud boos, incoherent noises made by a seemingly large sea of people around him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, he did remember being at ringside but everything past that was a blur.

Opening his eyes he could barely see, a thick stream of tears from the pain flooding his entire vision. The lights were blurry, or had they always looked like that? It had been a while since Kip had taken a little nap like this underneath the ring lights, the view might have had changed in that time. Either way, he couldn’t tell.

A distorted voice asked if he was okay. He didn’t really know how to respond. Kip’s head was still pounding, eyes trying to focus on at least something, all words disappearing from his head as he opened his mouth, closing it again as the taste of copper became stronger.

He could feel a faint arm around his neck. His hand reached up on instinct, the phantom pain of earlier events fading fast as Kip touched his own neck. It was good to know his head was still on his own shoulders, at least.

Someone helped him to sit up, asking him the same question again. Kip could feel himself getting irritated, it was an innocent question, but the answer should have been obvious. He didn’t answer, at least not verbally, but his head made some sort of a motion, a twisted guess between a nod and a shake. He wasn’t quite sure himself, but feeling arms around his body and getting helped up from what seemed to be the floor, Kip didn’t at least resist against the help.

His feet moved on their own. Leaning against a body of what Kip hoped to be another person, he allowed himself to be directed out, back, away from the bright lights and loud sounds and what seemed to be a crowd of people. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t remember, couldn’t place himself at the moment. It was all very frustrating, confusing, and it all made the pain in his head so much worse.

The sweet darkness of the backstage swallowed him, faster than Kip had expected. Everything was still loud, but it was tolerable, allowing him to finally breathe a little bit easier. His vision was still blurry, Kip watching the world through a foggy window he had no desire to clean. In a way, it felt freeing, not identifying any faces or bodies in his way, not knowing who was perceiving him in this sad state and who didn’t give a shit.

He felt a smile tuck on the corner of his lips. The taste of copper came back soon after, wiping it away.

Kip closed his eyes, allowing himself to be dragged to wherever he was going. He didn’t care much. The darkness and the muffled voices allowed him to think more. He was starting to slowly remember everything. But most importantly, on top of everything, he could finally place the feeling that had been pounding in his chest this entire time.

Loneliness.

He was alone. They left him. They left without him.

Did they care? Had they ever cared to begin with?

Without having answers to those questions or anyone to ask them from, Kip felt himself coming to a sudden halt. He made a sound, an annoyed groan, forcing his eyes open. The fog had lifted a little, forming a face in front of him.

He didn’t need much to recognize the pair of sunglasses and the familiar voice saying he’ll take it from there.

Kip was trusted into his arms, immediately pulled into what felt like the most comfortable, safest place he had ever been. Kip slowly melted against him, the first feeling hitting him being the denim against the skin of his arms. The breath he let out was shaky, feeling a hand brushing through his hair.

He was grounded so fast he almost wanted to scream, feeling the emotions and the memory of what had just happened at ringside rushing at him at the speed of a bullet train with no way of stopping it.

And all Kip could do was let out a quiet sob.

“It’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed against his temple as Cassidy stood there, just holding him. “I got you. You’re okay.”

[nonbinarykai]

righhhhht and she was loyal!!! she loved her dad!! she loved him and he just (would have) let her die!!!!! and later in crystalized (i think the seasons kinda blur together lmao) she talks about wanting a family?? and??? that felt so loaded to me? its not just about wanting the stability (that kai cant give, but this is not about him. i have my own thoughts about the smith siblings and their commitment issues, but thats for later) but family? she just. is a family person. she was INTRODUCED as a family person, and i know ninjago probably sidelining her wasnt some intentional thought out desicion, but i like to headcanon it as her SPECIFICALLY not joining the ninja bc. theyre so obviously a family. and. she just needs to distance herself from that a bit, to find out whi she is outside of a group (*frantically writes a 15k character study following her throughout her journey into self discovery bc FUCK it makes me (someone who grew up in a cult) a bit insane)

and and. the tattoo?? like she was marked along with the rest of his followers, no different than a pawn, a mere minion. does she still have the tattoo?? that permanant physical reminder?? bc chen changed her, irrevocably. even after she turns back from becoming a LITERAL SNAKE AGAINST HER WILL (body horror angst, anyone?) she still has a mark.

i just. i want to give her more love and attention bc god holy shit. AND SHE COULD HAVE REALLY INTERESTING DYNAMICS WITH THE GROUP!!! IF PEOPLE JUST REMEMBERED HER!!!!!

she has to have formed some sort of bond with nya and lloyd after hunted. does she talk to him abt evil dads? i want to see her bond with zane over their love of cooking. does jay ever tell her abt her role in sky bound? they could talk abt their experiences turning into snakes lmao.

and her element is so interesting!!! literally absorbing others powers how cool is that?? what are the specifics? is there a time limit to how long she can use the power once she has it.

anyway this is getting too long but you get it. she needs to come back in dragons rising. she needs to bond with jordana over being ex-cult kids following her redemption, bc that girl is getting redeemed.

(i apologize for any typos i tried to be careful)

Can’t believe you didn’t mention how Cole’s fav restaurant is canonically Chen’s noodles which means he probably has ended up seeing skylor a lot and it’s possible they became friends.

Anyways I agree. I feel like it makes sense that even though skylor was abused she still loved her father. Thats unfortunately why a lot of abused kids stay with there parents to try to make it work. But I also wish skylor had more agency in choosing to go against her father other than “boy told me to”.

Speaking of which I do wish we saw more of skylors social life outside of whatever *he* shows us. It genuinely makes alot of sense for skylor to have some connection to the other ninja in some way. The only indicator of ppl she hangs out with is chamillie and that’s it. I want to see her have a group of friends that are completely detached from the ninja. Like regulars at her restaurant.