#32 after I accidentally ate one

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Adult Education Part 2 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake wasn't sure what he had done wrong, but the last thing he wanted to do was scare Jessica off. With a little bit of help, he manages to get a few minutes alone with her again. And all she does is effortlessly make him want even more.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake was still perplexed the following afternoon as he listened to Maverick lecture about the efficiency of the modified fuel system in the F/A-18. He couldn't help but think that Dr. Reed would have done a much better job speaking on the topic. And looked cute while doing it. 

He'd spent most of the night thinking about her, trying to determine where exactly he had fucked things up. It seemed like she was into him while they were at the bar. The cheap beers and peanuts at Chippy's let Jake know she would be relaxed enough to hang with his friends. And the way she looked and her PhD in physics let him know she would hold his interest. If he was looking for someone to date, it would be Professor Jessica in a heartbeat.

She was so charming and intelligent. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe it only took her an hour last night to recognize that Jake wouldn't be enough to hold her interest. She really went running for her office as soon as they were outside.

"Damn," he muttered once the aviators were all dismissed for the day. When he unlocked his phone, his browser was still open to the tab of Jessica's profile on the San Diego State University website. That little photo of her wearing her glasses and a blouse with the top buttons undone was really messing with him. He practically had the About Me section memorized by now, and she'd said nothing about a spouse. He went to close out of it, but he couldn't. 

"Hey, you need a ride again today?" Bradley asked him, checking his own phone.

"Nah, I got my truck back this morning," he replied. "But thanks."

Bradshaw just shrugged and grunted in response, but then he was holding up his phone for Jake to see the screen. "My wife apparently has a message for you."

Sugar: Tell Hangman I ate lunch with Dr. Reed today. And she wanted to know if my sexy aviator husband happened to know another sexy aviator by the name of Jake Seresin.

Jake perked right up at that. "Mind if I text Dr. Tits myself?" he asked, and Bradley handed over his phone. 

"Just as long as you don't call her Dr. Tits. Jesus, I'm shocked you're still alive."

But he wasn't listening. Rather he was already texting. 

Hey, it's Jake. Did Jessica say anything else? After we had some beers at Chippy's, she kind of ran off. I'd like to see her again, but I'm not so sure she'd want to see me.

Jake sent the message and stared at the screen. "She might not be able to respond right now," Bradshaw was saying. "She's got a late lecture this evening." But the messaging app was telling Jake that she was in fact currently typing. 

"Shh," Jake said, devouring the message as soon as it arrived.

Sugar: I told her I know you. Be thankful that I painted a much, much prettier picture of you than I could have. But she didn't say much else. However... she does have office hours until 7:00 tonight. Just so you know.

Jake groaned and handed the phone back to Bradley. Of course he was relying on help from the woman he had accidentally given a vulgar nickname. He didn't know what he should do. On one hand, he'd love to show up at Jessica's office and pick up where they left off. On the other hand, there was a good chance it would be awkward. But he wanted to know what he did wrong. 

While they were at Chippy's, Jake had been thinking about inviting her to have dinner at his place one night. He thought about making her smile and laugh in his kitchen while he tried to convince her he was smart enough to keep up with the conversation. Imagining how it might feel to press his lips to her elegant neck.

"Yeah, I'm going," he grunted, checking the time. 

"Going where?" Bradshaw asked, looking at him like he had two heads as they finally exited the deserted classroom. 

"Visit your wife at work," Jake replied with a wink. 

He just rolled his eyes in response. "Tell her I'll pick her up at 9."

Jake didn't even bother to change out of his flight suit. He'd only been out on the tarmac for a short period of time today, so the jet fumes didn't seem to be an issue. He grabbed his wallet and keys from his locker and rushed for his truck. It was already after 6 o'clock. Depending on traffic, he might not even make it to campus before Jessica's office hours ended. But what did he have to lose?

"Come on," he complained, merging with the congestion of cars leaving North Island. Everyone was creeping across the bay bridge, and Jake was watching the minutes tick away. When he was finally close to campus, he tried to remember where Bradshaw had parked yesterday. He cut down a side street and came out near the math and science building, but there was nowhere to park. 

"Shit," he said, and then someone was pulling out of a spot further up the block. Somehow he managed to successfully squeeze his truck between two other cars, and he hopped out onto the sidewalk. He tossed his sunglasses onto the front seat before locking his truck, and tried to fix his hair as he walked toward her building. He could see Chippy's across the street, and he briefly wondered if she might head over there if he couldn't find her office in time. 

When he tried to open the door to the math and science building, it was locked. He jiggled all the door hands, but none of them were open. There was a card reader off to one side, but no students in sight. "Fuck," he groaned. The building was probably only left unlocked yesterday for the mini lectures. 

Jake started scrambling for his phone so he could call Bradshaw and get his wife's number. But then he saw her walking down the hallway inside, and he pounded on the door. She turned and looked at him with a cautionary glance until she realized it was him. Then she walked over and pulled the door open for him.

She grinned and said, "Just in time for office hours, I see."

"Thank you," Jake said, and he didn't even call her Dr. Tits. "I owe you one. For the information and for opening the door."

She just pointed him toward the row of elevators and said, "Dr. Reed's office is on the fifth floor, to the left when you exit the elevator."

"Thanks!" he called out as he practically ran to push the little up arrow. And now he was nervous. Why did he think this was a good idea? As the doors slid open, he registered that it wasn't too late to just go back to his truck and drive home. But as they started to close again, he found himself darting inside and pushing the number 5. 

If he got completely shot down, then so be it. And if she was already gone for the day, then maybe he'd consider stopping by Chippy's and running the risk of having her bartender friend give him the third degree. But it would be worth it just in case Jessica wanted to talk to him again. 

Fifth floor. He turned to the left and read all of the names on the doors as he made his way down the long hallway. And then he saw it on the placard on the second to last door on the left. DR. JESSICA REED, PHD.

The door was slightly ajar, and Jake let out a deep breath before he knocked. 

"Come in."

When he pushed the door open and stepped inside her small office, he smiled. Jessica was sitting at her desk, writing something down in that red notebook he saw yesterday, and when her gaze slid up his body, her lips parted in surprise when she met his eyes. "Jake."

"Dr. Reed," he drawled. "I almost missed your office hours."

Her eyes were wide, and she nudged her glasses up higher on her nose with the backs of her fingers. "What are you doing here?"

Jake took a step closer to her desk, and she slowly stood. And hell if she wasn't wearing another cute skirt today. 

She was eyeing him curiously, still waiting for an answer when he said, "You told me I could borrow your copy of the Journal of Propulsion Science. The edition with the information about Super Hornets."

"Oh," she whispered, her face falling a bit. "Right. Of course." She turned away from him and started to search along some shelves that were jammed with books and periodicals. His eyes roamed over the back of her body all the way down to her feet and her high heels. He watched as she pulled a few glossy journals out and turned to hand them to him. "Here's the Propulsion Science journal, and here are a few more that might interest you. I don't need them back. You can keep them."

Jake took them and immediately set them down softly on her desk without looking at them. "Thanks, but that's actually not the only reason why I'm here."

"Why else are you here then?" she asked carefully, and Jake wished there wasn't a large desk between his body and hers. He felt himself starting to hesitate again, but he was already in this deep. Might as well go all the way.

"Listen, Jessica. I was having a pretty great time last night at Chippy's." He was trying to gauge her reaction as he added, "You're beautiful, funny and smart, and hey, I'm only human. And I thought you were maybe feeling what I was feeling? And correct me if I'm wrong here, but I thought we were having fun? And it didn't even seem like you expected me to lay down my usual bullshit, which was really nice."

"Oh," she gasped. She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth before she said, "No. You're not wrong."

He shrugged at her, heart pounding as he asked, "Then what did I do wrong? Why did you run off?"

She laughed softly and looked down at her desk. "I nerded out so hard."

Jake grinned as the sheepish look on her face. "You must have been able to tell I was enjoying myself. God, I could have stayed at Chippy's with you all night long. You know more about my jet than I do, and I have the NATOPS memorized."

She ran her fingers nervously along the top of her desk as she looked at the stack of journals he was meant to take with him. As Jake planted his hands on his hips, she glanced up at him. "It's just too good to be true."

He shook his head slightly. "What's too good to be true?"

"You."

He raised one eyebrow, about to ask what that was supposed to mean when she said, "There's always a catch with the charming, good looking guys, right?"

"A catch?"

She licked her lips and pressed her palms on the desk, leaning a little closer to him. "I've been through this before. There's always someone else. A sexy naval aviator in his uniform shows up to my lecture and then flirts with me? Please. There's always another girl."

Jake was kind of stunned. "I would never do that."

But she still looked apprehensive as she said, "As soon as you started ignoring calls and messages, you said you had to leave."

Bradshaw. He was ignoring calls from Bradshaw who was trying to tell Jake to meet him at the Bronco. And he was only ignoring him because he didn't want to leave her at all.

When he didn't respond right away, she shrugged and said, "Figured it was your girlfriend calling you."

Jake made sure she met his eyes before he said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

She barely hesitated before asking, "Wife?"

"I don't have one of those either."

Jessica slowly pushed off from her desk so she was standing at her full height, lips forming a perfect, kissable pout. She looked a little embarrassed now as she messed with her glasses. "That's all really useful information to have," she muttered, picking up the stack of journals and walking them around her desk. 

Her steps were intentional and deliberate, the little click of her high heels muffled in the small space. Even in those shoes she only came up to his chin, and she didn't stop until she was right in front of him. He could smell her shampoo or perfume. He could see gold flecks in her eyes. This time when she held out the journals, they grazed his flight suit. He took them in one hand and murmured, "Thank you."

"Mmhmm," she hummed, and Jake almost tossed the literature aside and pushed her against her desk when her fingers met the patches on his flight suit. He stood still against his desire to tilt her face up and press his lips to that pout. She looked good, and she smelled good, and Jake was convinced she would taste good, too. Then she glanced up at him, fingers still tracing his patch that said HANGMAN. 

He cleared his throat softly. "What if I decide I want to return the journals after I read them? And what if I have some questions only an expert would be able to answer?"

She smiled and said, "Then I would implore you to find me and avoid Dr. Leeland and the rest of the physics department."

Jake laughed softly, but then she removed her hand from his flight suit, and he started to reach for her. But she was already turning toward her desk, tearing a page out of her red notebook. As she bent at the waist, Jake stifled a groan and rubbed one rough hand over his mouth. Her skirt rode up along her legs, exposing so much skin, he couldn't look away. Perfect, gorgeous skin from her bare thighs down to her ankles and those stupidly high heels. 

He was definitely caught staring after she finished scribbling on the sheet of notebook paper and spun to face him. He wanted to ask her if she wanted another three dollar pint and some peanuts, but she folded the paper in half and handed it to him before he could gather his thoughts into a sentence that actually made sense.

He glanced down and saw that she'd written her office hours in her neat penmanship. 

Dr. Reed's office hours for journal topic discussion:

Tuesdays 5:30 to 7:00

Thursdays 6:00 to 7:30

"I might be willing to stay late again. For you." 

Jake looked up into her pretty eyes and tapped the sheet of paper. "Any chance you'd add your phone number for me, Dr. Reed?"

The soft smile and dreamy look she bestowed on him had him grinning like an idiot, he was certain. He wanted that phone number in the worst way. When Jessica's fingers ghosted along his patch one more time, she said, "Maybe I'll see you on Thursday?"

"Yes." Jake would make it a point to come back on Thursday. 

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Professor Jessica thought she nerded too close to the sun. And Jake really did give off some of the telltale signs of a man who is up to no good (including but not limited to looking hot in his uniform). Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 3

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31, 32 and 38 Jazz and Prowl

31) I don’t think any of them would be twerking to Dancing Queen, but boy would they be jamming to this song. 💃🕺

32) Jazz is going to need it. He can realistically only get through one meeting a day. After that he’s going to need extra help.

38) surprisingly Prowl ate 400mg worth of edibles ACCIDENTALLY!! He thought they were candy vitamins. (Fat ass.)

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Bonded Pair (Pt.3) - OCxGhost Backstory.

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pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley words: 1.5K~ cw: injury (Ghost was bleeding out :))

There's something to be said about the way It Went from there.

Having four months worth of other missions after a mere twenty-three days together didn't shake their connection.

He had paid leave at the end of those four months and spent them tracking her down.

It was surprisingly hard.

He had two weeks worth of leave and only found her on day 12 of 14.

But when he did…

He came out of nowhere. Didn't even warn her.

Whiskey just suddenly had a body next to hers, an arm and a knee nudging hers, having to share binoculars and MREs, two messy, scribbled penmanships on her notebook, a warm arm around her while she slept off for her shift.

Then he was gone again.

-

Two more months later, a new assignment. SAS again, assisting 'Task Force 141'. Just like early on in the year.

Ghost again.

Price was there too. Not that Whiskey cared.

She spent a good few hours in water in a diving suit with Price, Ghost providing overwatch from a sniper position in a high building.

Ghost helped her out of her diving suit when they reconvened after the first part of the mission was done. Price pretended he didn't see it.

The mission went on as expected, successful, when he's got two stellar operators under him. Especially ones that seemed so… connected. Price pretended he didn't notice the hand gestures and intense eye contact.

Then, they had to camp out for a couple of nights in a safe house while waiting for the next part of the mission to begin.

That's when Price really got to see it.

Ghost and Whiskey were like one of those bonded pairs of feral cats that you hear so many stories about online. The ones that can't be adopted separately or they'll grow restless.

If left to their own devices, Ghost and Whiskey would share meals, sleep snuggled together, and "groom each other" clean.

Price watched as they ate, prepped their gear… They were silent most of the time but made obscene amounts of eye contact, wide-eyed with pupils blown, almost like they were about to jump at each other to mate. But they never did.

And they squeezed themselves together into a twin bed even though there was a couch available. Lying on their sides, chest to chest, her back against the wall, Simon's back toward Price, teethering on the edge of the bed.

Price knew what was happening. Probably knew it before they did. He didn't mention it, choosing to do so only when the mission was over.

It was on day three, as it all went into a shit show thar Price realized how deep their connection ran. It all went to shit. An ambush where they didn't expect it.

Price heard Ghost's ragged breaths and groan of a tone as he announced he got injured… While on the upperfloors of the skyscraper. Floor 32 or so, ambushed at his sniper nest.

And next thing he knew, Whiskey was brute-forcing her way up to Ghost.

Tossing him up into a fireman carry and braving the 30-floors worth of stairs, her voice came through the comms for everyone to hear.

It was accidental, a PTT that wasn't disabled and accidentally broadcasted her shouting at Ghost as she helped him.

"Don't you fucking DARE die on me, or I'll bring you back so I can KILL you myself for leaving me. You hear me?!"

"That's what I fucking thought, you fucking asshole."

"You're bleeding so fucking much I can feel it on my scalp and going down my back. You're ruining my hair, don't you dare die before I can yell at you for that."

"Don't you dare fall asleep. Keep your eyes fucking open and talk to me."

"Don't you fucking DARE die on me, Simon Riley."

And he didn't. Ghost stayed alive long enough to get airlifted out for treatment, leaving Whiskey drenched in his blood, looking like she'd just bathed in it.

And she merely returned to the battlefield to finish the mission.

-

Ghost had medical leave after that. The day he was discharged from the hospital after surgery, Price paid him a visit in his room.

Ghost was packing his bag. Already wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, a taut bandage around his abdominal wound, a new scar.

"So what's up with you and Lieutenant Callahan?"

"Nothing."

"Didn't seem like nothing."

"She seems like a good sort, is all."

"You realize that woman is in love with you, right?"

Ghost spun so fast he almost got lightheaded, dead eyes glaring right at Price's.

"What did you say?"

"She cares a lot about you. She made it very clear in how she kept begging you not to die while she was carrying you to the helo."

"Bloody hell… I thought I hallucinated that." Ghost murmured as he turned again and zipped up his bag.

"You didn't." Price said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

Ghost didn't answer as he struggled to lift his gear bag over his shoulder, slinging it on.

"I extended her an invite to work with us. We needed an extra pair of hands while you're recovering."

Ghost looked at Price again. "She took it?"

"Mhm. She's staying with us." Price said and moved out of the way as Ghost approached the door to leave.

Ghost's eyes softened and then he nodded. "Okay."

"You know, wouldn't kill you to thank me." Price said as he watched Ghost leave the hospital room.

That same night, Ghost was knocking at her new barracks door.

She opened the door and looked up at him. She had just left the shower, wrapped only in a tank top and a pair of cargos.

Her hair was a bit damp and wild, the room smelled of her, of Vanilla. It was warm, the steam of the shower still somewhat present.

He looked at her, she looked at him. Eye contact, burning, as they stared. Words they didn't say. "You scared me to death." "I'm sorry." "I missed you." "I'm glad you're staying with us."

Then, she wordlessly moved out of the way, letting him inside as she approached the bed and sat down.

He closed the door and followed after her, already tugging off his balaclava on the way. She gave him space to lie down, him needing more of it after such a painful injury to the abdomen.

Then, she laid next to him, chest to chest, and they looked at each other again. Another silent conversation. "How are you feeling?" "Have been worse." "Does it hurt?" "Of course. But nothing I can't handle."

Then, he leaned down, and caught her mouth with his, his lips pressing onto hers, slow and gentle, tongue sliding in to meet hers.

Her hands grasped his jaw carefully, her thumbs grazing his poorly-shaven five o'clock shadow, his Glasgow smile, the bumps and imperfections from the acne on his cheeks.

His nose, meanwhile, softly rubbed against the scar on her cheek, his lips feeling the ribbed edge of it on her mouth, a texture he knew was there, a texture he craved, a texture he couldn't have enough of.

Slowly, he shifted his weight around, slotting himself between her thighs, lying atop her, one of her legs under his hip to support his weight, the other wrapped around the side of his hip, making sure his injury wasn't being pressed upon.

He held his weight up above her in one arm, leaning most of his weight on it, as well as her leg, almost sideways, in order to have a free one to slide all over her. The back of her neck, her shoulder blade, her side, her arm.

By the time they broke away, he looked at her, she looked at him. A glint of something in their eyes. They breathed slow, eye contact just as inordinately obscene as before.

Then, slowly, he shifted himself off her and turned away to sleep, leaving her staring at the back of his head, eyes softened and her heart beating like crazy in her chest.

"You know, if you keep staring at the back of my head, I'm gonna think you're planning to kill me." Simon ended up saying softly.

"You can't just go to sleep after that." Victoria ended replying.

"I sure can." He retorted, rolling his head a bit to look at him.

"You can't." She insisted as she stared at him. "We need to talk about that."

"Do we?" He asked her and cocked a brow up, staring right into her soul.

Another bout of eye contact, a longer one, carrying feelings neither of them quite knew how to express.

Then, she shook her head and curled herself against him, hugging him from behind. "Guess not." She murmured.

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I'm just gonna answer all of these rn even tho that's not the point

1. Comfort character? Leslie Knope, Kirishima Eijirou, Adrien Agreste, Iko from tlc, Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, Willow Park... and a lot more lol

2. If I had to pick between a lighter and matches I guess I'd say matches

3. No I don't leave the window open at night cause of the AC

4. I don't believe any cryptid exist/I don't really care about that stuff

5. Brown 🤎

6. Why what

7. Hair ties over scrunchies. Tighter.

8. Zero water bottles in my room right now. I have one metal one I keep on me all the time (that I've painted on) and I'm at work rn so

9. I don't drink coffee. Couple reasons. Arfid said no to trying new things, smells weird, and if I got into caffeine I'm positive I'd get addicted so. Stopping that at the source thank you.

10. I wouldn't slaughter anyone. If I was in a very specific position and situation, there's a chance I'd KILL someone maybe but slaughter is much too much. Also I don't care about the rich part

11. I like reading a lot!!

12. It's a tired, cloudy, woke up late but I have stuff to do kind of day.

13. I ate a chocolate chip muffin this morning (at noon)

14. I guess I like the smell of after it rains. Doesn't rain a lot at ALL where I live so it is a luxury

15. No, I'm not a parent

16. Yes, I can drive! Got my license around 4 years ago

17. I have pretty damn great vision. Not far or near sighted.

18. Uh. I use Costco brand stuff in the shower

19. Of COURSE I'd paint your nails! I'm gonna get paint all over your skin though, that's a promise

20. I say "soda"

21. I still have a lot of things from childhood as I still live with my parents but I'd say the main thing is a ladybug pillow pet I got in 2010 I still sleep with

22. I'm an awesome person, thank you very much.

23. Chilly weather is alright I guess

24. If we were together on a rooftop... well. I might stand up and start belting show tunes so watch out.

25. Shower soap bar lol

26. A scenario I've replayed multiple times would have to be... leaving my first job

27. All in one go hours of sleep? 3 average :(

28. I don't regularly wear a mask, no

29. Hot water!! Very hot!!

30. I don't think there are dishes in my room

31. Pretty lyrics and a soft guitar- think "Victory" by the Avett Brothers

32. Nah, I don't have a favorite towel

33. I went on a mini adventure last night where I just kept driving till there was no "forward" at an intersection and then took a right. Kept doing this for almost two hours.

34. Oh course! I know a LOT of songs' every lyric by heart. Example off the top of my head: Anthem Of Mr Dark by the Arcadian Wild

35. PDT zone

36. I only changed my url once I think. Can't remember exactly what it was before this

37. Yeah, I've known my friend Nikki for maybe 14 years

38. Scent-free please

39. No, I don't use lip balm

40. Nah, I haven't had any snacks today

41. I don't drink coffee

42. Google for ao3 and miscellaneous, Pinterest for fan art, ibis Paint x for art and editing, YouTube, Spotify, Google maps, DROPOUT, Discord, gmail. In no particular order

43. Can't really handle any spice

44. A free pass to kill anyone? I guess Donald Trump idk

45. Yeah yesterday was a waste

46. My favorite holiday film is... uh. Well I really like Elf.

47. Last message I sent was a discord server emoji of demon Kokichi sprite lol

48. I accidentally had a sip of my granddad's wine which I thought was my apple juice. But I don't drink as I am 20. I don't plan on drinking when I'm of age either. See^ I'm sure I'll get addicted among many other reasons to not start

49. I've never tried skipping rocks, I don't think!

50. Please do tag me in random stuff!!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

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6.30.23 Friday

12:29 am

Happy Birthday my brother RV.... Be thankful for the life that God gave you... Wishing you happiness...

12:32 am

I still have windblow trap... I feel frustrated and I don't have any guilty emotion... I miss being in the center... I want new uppish friends or I need a colored alien bf to back me up these days, someone who is willing, of course....

In the Nutshell:

Nobody can tell our fate but sometimes we are making it... Sometimes we accidentally avoid it if we have doubts or you are waiting for too long that the other soul is not doing anything...It is a way of saying goodbye....

I'm not ohkay being like this... I feel jealous these days and it is very unexplainable disease... But sometimes someone will put that kind of disease coz that someone is selfish! Will my angels believe on that???

4:24 am

Still, have windblow trap...

Why is it the water that I got from Kuya Erning, seems different... I need to talk to Kuya Erning....I went to their cave yesterday and saw his wife Marah ( Marah is becoming pretty and prettier these days ) and her mother, I told them about the taste of water... I asked the water is safe Marah without poison? She said no poison of course! I told her where is Kuya Erning? Marah said he is at work... Seems the taste is different..

Coz from the past months and year, the water of Kuya Erning is yummy unless someone did something....Will talk to Kuya Erning...

9:45 am

Good Morning Angels! Life is good having some good people around us...

As I observed 2 containers taste different just these last few days.... ( I'm talking about my friend kuya Erning's water there in Aqualine ) it is now used only by chosen member's. I'm so thankful that I was able to be part of Kuya Erning's circle, in a way....We've known each other for a year and half or less than 2 years... Nothing is wrong on his water, it tastes really good! But 2 containers here just last week, seems different, it gave now "an after taste" of somehow a chlorine or a corrode metal substance effect ....

I just need to figure out something, unless someone did something while Kuya Erning is not on the water pump station??? Who knows? Who done it? Coz there are still other people I saw entering there such as "Kenny" I know him but I'm kinda doubting but I like Kuya Erning more than Kenny...

Possible these things happened--

The use of chlorine bleach will ensure that the tank/container is adequately sterilised and suitable for holding drinking water. ( google information ).

Probably, someone put a chlorine and it wasn't on a rightful percentage measurement just last week...

Probably, someone put a chlorine...

Is chlorinated water safe to drink? Yes. The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) limits the amount of chlorine in drinking water to levels that are safe for human consumption. The levels of chlorine used for drinking water disinfection are unlikely to cause long-term health effects.Oct 3, 2022 ( google information ).

I need to figure out coz the chlorine is probably too much on the rightful amount that is supposed to be blended on our drinking water.

10:18 am

Coz I'm just broke, he doesn't like me???

10:44 am

I therefore conclude Uncle DD got a link again on some store here about my creditz of rice here...

So many fake relatives on me here...

That ate Ochie said a black guy got something from them as well, my worker??? I told her we don't have a worker here... Oh! That is Uncle Jun probably but he is not a worker here, he is living with us for the meantime but not a worker...

Ate Ochie said no! Not that one... I said there is no black guy here as my worker, that is my Uncle Jun.

12:37 noon

Repeat recipes but I'm looking for a colored alien bf who has the maturity, sensitive and loving that I need even a lil lift here...

It is Beef Caldereta'Z!

Evenly fried chicken!

1:59 pm

I still have the windblow trap... I feel hopeless coz I'm stuck here since 2007... I can't even get a new bf... A particular group planned to fade me...Now, that I'm fade, I have very low self-esteem... I'm a college graduate and I can't have a job... I have deep smile lines and I can't even get a botox or derma filler... I really feel old and ugly...

I hate being compared on my half-sisters that they are better than me even without their college diploma...

I feel embarrass or it is really a big negative points in my part that my undergraduate relatives such some of my half-sister's like Burger ( their chosen Kate Middleton in the family ) most specially my biological mother somehow telling me that I should look up to Burger though she is not a college graduate but she can handle herself and they got kids and as if when their kids have a celebration, they appear as a middle-class college graduate... It is really insulting in my part and damaging my ego as a graduate from one of the prestigious universities here in the Philippines the "De La Salle University" here in Dasmarinas Cavite.

3:32 pm

5:47 pm

I still wanna leave the hometown... I have windblow trap and I can't get progress...

I really wanna see donkey and camel... Frustrated to see some other world away from here....I feel ugly and fat and old and I'm self-pitying I'm a college graduate but can't get success...

8:47 pm

I still have the windblow trap... I feel frustrated...I feel conscious ...I feel irritated... I feel fat, ugly and old...

I want a very,very supportive colored alien bf... I wanna have a support system, help me escape this windblow trap...

I still have pelvic pain, I can't do my massage therapy on a regular basis coz out of fundings, no alms yet...

I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I wanna go out with a bf I have inner problem that only a bf can heal... I lost friends, I feel out of place... I want to bloom again...

[tomdutch]

✎ flufftober 2021

hello, bubs! i decided to participate in flufftober this year with drabbles, which y’all can request using the prompts below from two lists (each one is linked). please don’t forget to send a maximum of three (3) numbers + the name of whoever you want it to be with. i’m writing for tom holland, peter parker and arvin russell !! if you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask <3

POSTED DRABBLES

❀ welcome home | tsh ❀

↳ prompt #4 | actor!tom + domestic au

❀ late night love | tsh ❀

↳ prompts #13, 17, 20 | dad!tom + domestic au

❀ closer to you | pbp ❀

↳ prompts #39 | college au + established couple

❀ what moonlight can do | ar ❀

↳ prompts #1 & 2 | established couple

❀ clouds | tsh ❀

↳ prompt #9 | actor!tom, childhood friends to lovers

❀ girls like you | tsh ❀

↳ prompts #39 & #44 | bartender!tom

❀ home to me | pbp ❀

↳ prompts #30 & #36 | post-college au

collection now completed <3

PROMPTS

kissing prompts list #1

#1. kissing your lover's knuckle before a dance

#2. during the dance's climax, you and your lover lock eyes, and your lips met

#3. place a kiss on your lover's nape after taking off their necklace

#4. kissing your lover in the shower, water running on your face

#5. your lover leans in for a kiss, but they just kiss you tenderly and pull back to see your reaction, only then to crash their lips against yours passionately

#6. alternatively, your lover places a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before their mouth lands on yours hungrily

#7. kissing your lover in a completely dark room, their hands in yours. no light will get in, it's only us here

#8. your lover kisses you goodbyes as usual, but when they start going towards the door, you run towards them and give them another deep kiss

#9. your first passionate kiss with a person. you touch your lips absently, feeling the phantom of your lover's lips

#10. your lover ate all the caramel tartlets, so you pushed them on the couch to jokingly kiss them, and god their lips are sweet

#11. kissing in the rain, where your hair is an entangled mess, but you both don't care. you have each other and that's enough (bonus point if it was during a thunderstorm and you cup your lover's face to make them look at you)

#12. imagine this you had covered your lover against the enemy's arrows while they were unconscious. your back is scarred and you tried to hide it from them. but then your lover discovered it and they go feral like "why did you do this, i am not worth it" and they proceed to land soft kissed on each of your scars.

small details for fictional kisses list

#13. whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

#14. wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

#15. kisses that travel from your lover's nose to their lips

#16. breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together

#17. intertwining your fingers

#18. kisses that start out gentle but grows more passionate

#19. forehead against forehead

#20. running your fingers through your lover's hair

#21. unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall

#22. surprise kisses, in which your lover weren't prepared for it but responds immediately

#23. a kiss in which, ''we're late for work but let's be later''

#24. kisses shared under a waterfall

#25. pulling your lover closer by the waistband

#26. kissing under the stars

#27. messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

#28. a kiss that isn't meant to happen but it does anyway

#29. sliding your hands down your lover's chest

#30. grabbing your lover by the collar

#31. “if we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it”

#32. hand kisses

#33. caressing your lover's cheek

#34. an accidental kiss between two exes

#35. kisses in which, you've already said goodbye but can't help stealing another one

#36. this might be our last kiss ever so let's make it last

#37. kitchen counter make-outs

#38. jumping into your lover's arms

#39. stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

#40. a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips

#41. trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck

#42. kisses that start of passionate but grows more delicate

#43. pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, then smiling as you dive in for another kiss

#44. wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

#45. a swirling reunion kiss

#46. “i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”

#47. a kiss that lasts longer than it should

#48. tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

#49. spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

#50. kisses in which one says “i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much”

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#5

Idk if this counts as a prompt but i LOVE anything where neil is a better flirt than andrew and andrew gets all flustered in his andrew way

AH YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

Side note: I am a horrible flirt. Like, the absolute worst. But I'm gonna try my best for this, I hope you like it anon!

(listen I'd like to thank @paradoxolotl for helping me so much I literally don't know how to do it I owe her my life)

~*~

It was a well known fact that Neil Josten's mouth had gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion. Sometimes it was irritating, and other times Andrew's mind went blank after hearing some kind of witty retort Neil would throw at someone. Which wasn't a problem, because Andrew had enough self control to not 'panic' when something like this happened. Usually he just removed himself from the situation, knowing that Neil could fight his own battles perfectly fine.

But this...was nothing like cutting comebacks.

You see, somehow, someway, Andrew had decided to start flirting with Neil Josten. It had started long before that kiss on the rooftop or that one night at Eden's, and now he was...really trying, he supposed. This entire past week he'd tried saying a few lines that only seemed to confuse Neil, but it hadn't taken long for Andrew to learn that the ones that really got to Neil were nothing about his appearance. One time Andrew had been listening to Neil talk out loud about a math problem he was having trouble with, and without thinking he'd just decided to say, "You're smart."

It was entertaining to see the way Neil's eyes had widened in surprise.

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272 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 02:32:42 GMT

#4

aftg headcanons of neil + fruits or other teams meeting the exy-sport-running-obsessed mess that is neil josten and kevin day?

Ahhhhhh I'll answer this while I finish up other requests :)

I love the headcanon that Neil really enjoys fruits and isn't really into much other sweets.

He really likes blackberries and raspberries. If they get a carton while on a grocery run, it'll likely be gone by the next day. He will risk a stomachache to do this. Every time Andrew spots him eating out of the carton like a maniac, he'll remind Neil that he's going to feel awful later. Neil always ignores this and refuses to complain but he will pout.

He also likes oranges. He's a monster that will eat the zest. He's horrified SO many people because of this.

He will also eat a lemon without flinching? It's an awful experience and he doesn't like lemons but one time he and Kevin had been arguing, he accidentally grabbed a lemon instead of an orange and pealed it and went to eat it. Kevin was stunned to silence and Neil immediately regretted everything but he refused to back down so he just ate it. And now it's just something he does through sheer willpower alone.

He isn't that into strawberries? He'll eat them if they're around and there's no other option, but they're not his favorites.

Blueberries are untrustworthy. They're either super sour or mushy and gross, so he avoids them at all costs.

Neil only eats green grapes and he's very passionate about it. Anytime anyone mentions any other type of grape he will rant about how green grapes are the only type worth eating and he doesn't even have a very good argument about it? When anyone asks him why his default answer is because, "They're not mushy and don't taste bland."

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282 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 16:58:30 GMT

#3

512 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 05:29:25 GMT

#2

For 100-follower-day prompts: Neil trying to explain the differences between beefy twinyards to the other foxes (or, alternatively, trying to explain how he tells the difference WITHOUT mentioning the beefiness 👀)? Love your stuff btw, thanks for all you do!

Now this is quality content, thank you so much, lovely!! Here's a short:

They were trying to trick him again.

Neil and Kevin had gone to the court for some early practice before actual practice, and now Neil was paying the price for not traveling with Andrew. He and Aaron had dressed in baggy black sweatshirts, thick sweatpants, and only wore socks on their feet. Andrew had removed his earrings and Aaron had styled his hair like Andrew's. The rest of the Foxes were sitting in the lounge, smirking amongst themselves and snickering once in a while, no doubt at whatever face Neil currently had on his face.

"You guys..." he huffed. There had to be a bet of some kind, and a good one, too. The only reason Andrew and Aaron went along with bets were if the prize was worth it.

"Go on, Neil," Allison said cheerfully. She was the organizer, no doubt.

"This isn't funny," Neil said lowly. "And it's getting old."

"You only say that because you lost last time," Matt replied with a loud laugh.

Neil didn't loose last time, because there was no bet last time. Last time, Andrew was being a dick, and Neil had been feeling sick and miserable. Aaron shouldn't have walked into their dorm that day if he didn't want to get mistaken for his brother.

"Just guess, Neil," Allison said.

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755 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 00:49:07 GMT

#1

My multi-chaptered wip: *sobbing* please....just update me once...it's been 2 months...

Me, writing another domestic-fluff oneshot: no

2563 notes • Posted 2021-06-18 14:44:58 GMT

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.2 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part One/ Part Three / Part Four

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College Au.

Summary: Y/N has no idea what to make of the mysterious Park Seonghwa. Does he really like her or is he simply playing with her?

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Flipping the light switches off, Y/N typed in the security code into the pin pad before closing the door behind her, the faint beeping from inside letting her know that the alarm was functioning properly. She honestly wondered at times about if anyone would ever think about robbing a coffee shop. Granted it made a lot of money during certain seasons, but unless you actually work in one, you probably wouldn't think so. Yet it was surprising to know it could make as much money as any famous fast food restaurant. Well.....with those sky high prices, it made sense.

She stopped and checked to make sure she had everything in her bag, not wanting to risk having left her keys inside and find out until she reached her apartment. Satisfied by the confirmation, she began her walk home. If it had been fall or winter, she would have seriously considered taking a bus, even though it wasn't that far away. But it was summer and thankfully there was still an hour left before the sun finally set. She truly believed she was lucky to have found a place to live that was close not only to her workplace, but also her school, even if it was a tiny studio apartment. She felt proud to say it was hers.

Feeling something tug on her sneaker, she looked down and realized one of her shoes was untied. She bent down and began tying it up again, carelessly placing her bag right next to her on the street. She was so focused on her task in front of her, she failed to notice the looming figure in front of her.

"You know anybody could just whisk away your bag and run at this moment?"

She snapped her head back up and saw Seonghwa standing in front of her, an amused smile on his face. He bent down and picked up her bag, dusting off the dirt that had gotten on the bottom part of it in the process.

"Tsk. Tsk. And here I thought you were a more.... what's the word? Meticulous person."

Y/N gave him a questioning gaze before standing up, quickly grabbing her bag from him.

"Not even a thank you?" Seonghwa shook his head.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you went home." Y/N said, clearly confused as to why he'd be there still.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought I told you back in the shop that I'd see you later?"

Y/N recalled the moment, it did seem weird to her that he'd say that.

"Well doll, it's later......and I wanted to see you." He explained, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/N let out a tiny scoff.

"Why?"

Seonghwa blinked at her response.

"I thought I made myself clear the other day Y/N. I like you."

Y/N blushed slightly at the memory of him confronting her back in school. She was hoping the shadow from the building in front of her casted enough to hide it from him.

"And I said there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.....well I'm free right now and obviously so are you. So why don't we get something to eat? My treat."

He grinned at her, obviously not expecting her to turn down his offer. Any other girl wouldn't say no to Seonghwa. But Y/N wasn't any girl, and she wasn't about to say yes to someone she hardly knew. Especially not when he acted so strange for her liking.

"No thank you."

She quickly responded and took a step to walk away from him, but his hand reached out and stopped her from moving any further.

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N tried to think of an excuse, any quick excuse to get out of this.

"I'm not hungry." Was the best thing she could think of.

The loud grumbling of her stomach was a dead giveaway of her fat lie. After working 8 hours straight with only a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a muffin on her only break, of course she was borderline starving and needed something in her stomach before it began eating itself. Her hands clutched her stomach, hoping to silence the obnoxious noise, but ultimately just making it more obvious.

Seonghwa looked down at her figure and snorted softly.

"Seriously, I know a really good place here that sells burgers and shakes. Are you really going to say no to free food?"

At this point she could either tell him to fuck off and stomp away home, but ultimately she'd leave even more hungry and would still have to whip up something on the stove that would take approximately half an hour or more. Or she could accept his offer, but it'd mean interacting with him, not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly didn't know what to make of him. He's been straightforward with her all this time, but how was she to know he was being serious? For all she knew, he could just be playing with her. After all, isn't that what all bad boys are known for?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

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Y/N looked around at the 50's themed diner she was in:

Black and white tiled floor that was so clean it almost looked slippery. Cherry red leather seats, either in the form of booths, tables or chairs on the front white counter that stretched at least 40 feet. An array of old records hanged on the wall, whether or not you could actually play them on a record player or if they were just flimsy decorations would forever be a secret. An old juke box was stationed in one of the corners of the counter currently playing The Beatles, its color combination of yellow and blue not quite appealing to the eyes. And of course, a pinball machine was placed near the entrance for kids to waste their quarters on. They even had a light blue 1955 convertible Chevrolet Bel Air for people to go take pictures of or with. At this point it wouldn't have surprised Y/N if waitresses came out of the kitchen in roller skates and started singing songs from Grease or Hairspray.

It became an even more ironic thought when she saw Seonghwa walk back to her with their food. Dressed in a white shirt, distressed jeans, black combat boots and black leather jacket with his hair slicked back, he could almost be a modern day Danny Zuko and for some reason, that thought made her bust a tiny giggle.

"What's so funny?" Seonghwa asked as he sat the tray down in front of her.

"Oh....nothing." She was not about to get caught.

Seonghwa looked at her funny, but ultimately decided not to pry.

"Here you go."

He slipped her food in front of her: a burger the size of her two hands and a 32 ounce chocolate shake with whipped chocolate and a cherry on the top. A well sized platter with regular fries and curly fries made it obvious that they were going to share them. She didn't mind though, the portions were so big she doubted she'd even finish half of it.

She dug into the food, her stomach thanking her for finally putting something in her body. She was so hungry that she didn't care if she was eating like how she usually ate when she was at home, messy and slobbish. She was halfway through her burger, when she caught Seonghwa just staring at her. That's when she started to feel self conscious. She quickly swallowed what was currently in her mouth and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Seonghwa giggled at her.

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty refreshing to see a girl not care about how she looks like when she eats, and to actually eat. You have no idea how many girls I've brought here who only get salads and nothing else."

He cringed slightly at past memories of awful dates that make him wanna kick himself for even thinking they were attractive. He blamed himself though. He tended to only look at pretty faces and end up regretting it when he found out they were all self-centered, shallow, and prissy girls that just made his blood boil.

"Maybe that's why I like you. You're different."

He didn't even realize he said that out loud until she whipped her head up at him. He was stunned that he accidentally let that slip, but he was able to play it off coolly.

"How......how can you..... we've never even..?" Y/N couldn't even completely form her question but Seonghwa knew what she was referring to.

Sighing softly, he began:

"Well I'm going to sound like a total creep now but that's inevitable. It was a few months back, when you had changed majors and had to be transferred to our class..."

Seonghwa ignored the usual reprimand of the professor, telling him he was late again. As if he didn't do it on purpose. He just hated this class. It was undoubtedly one of the most boring subjects one could possibly take. He began to stare off into space, not even bothering to listen to what was being said.

He looked around at the familiar faces he saw in class, the same people from last year. Until a head of (insert hair color) hair caught his eye. She was definitely not there before. Seonghwa tried to think if he had ever seen her around before, but couldn't quite remember.

Unknowingly, he found himself staring at her more and more each time they had class together. He found out she had a habit of tapping her pen against her cheek when she was trying to concentrate, she kept everything in her bag organized and hardly socialized with anybody.

One time he followed her to her locker, just to briefly see what was inside of it. You can always tell a lot about a person based on how they decorate their locker. But Seonghwa only saw a few pictures of what he assumed was her family, few friends and a lot of sticky notes with motivational quotes written on them in various sharpie colors, with either stars or diamonds as decorations.

That just peeked his curiosity even more in trying to decipher who the mysterious girl was, and his curiosity turned to fondness for the girl, so he had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to her and wanted to get close to her.

"Wait. Is that why you were staring at me in class the other day?" Y/N asked after he told her all that.

"Took you long enough to notice too. You were so oblivious to it that it was kinda funny." He chuckled.

Y/N looked back at that moment and realized she still had so many questions left.

"But then why did you look angry after I looked away?"

Seonghwa shifted his position, sitting up straighter so he could look at her.

"Why? Cause you looked at me with such a bitch face and even rolled your eyes at me. I was kinda angry and hurt that you did that given how I feel about you." He explained.

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I did not roll my eyes at you."

"Uh....yeah. You did. You looked at me as if I was a bug or something." He corrected her.

"Well..... I was tired and hungry! I'm not in control of my actions or emotions when I'm in that state." She tried defending herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she had no control over her facial expressions.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You weren't all that happy 25 minutes ago when I asked you out on this date." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to roll his eyes at her previous behavior.

"This....this isn't a date!" Y/N exclaimed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh no? Do enlighten me then. What is this?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment.

"We are just 2 individuals, having a meal together and conversing." She stated.

"Why are we conversing though?" Seonghwa continued to pry.

Y/N hummed.

"Because you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

Seonghwa smiled at that.

"Sounds to me like a date then."

Y/N mentally face palmed. She practically walked into that one herself. She sighed as she picked up one of the fries and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it.

"And now I've learnt one more thing about you: we have similar tastes in eating."

Y/N watched as he mirrored her actions and dipped his fries in his strawberry milkshake. Y/N decided to just finish eating as soon as possible so she could go home early. The sun was starting to set and she didn't like walking home in the dark, even if rarely any crime happened in this neighborhood. She was planning on not saying anything else, but then something popped in her mind that made her ask:

"Wait a minute! The day after the.....incident." She began.

"You mean when you were a total bitch?" Seonghwa teased.

"Haha, funny." She threw a fry at him, causing Seonghwa to laugh even harder.

She had to admit though, he had a cute laugh.

"Anyways, the day afterwards, I heard 2 girls talking in the bathroom about you. They said that you were pissed off at me-"

"I kinda was." He interrupted her again.

"Let me finish!" She cried out rather annoyed.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stifled another laugh. He found it adorable when Y/N got agitated.

"They made it sound like you were going to beat me up. Something about 'giving it to me'" She held up her fingers in quoting signals.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to decipher what she meant. Then it hit him.

"Oh! No. Trust me, I wasn't going to beat you up. As for 'giving it to you' "

He mimicked her quotation signs, causing Y/N to glare at him for teasing her again.

"I was referring to the notepad you dropped. Remember? I gave it back to you?"

Now she face palmed literally as she realized she hadn't thought about that. And here she thought she was dead meat for sure.

"Was that why you were avoiding me the rest of the week? You actually believed I was going to fight you?"

Y/N swirled her milkshake with her straw, unable to look at Seonghwa in the eyes anymore.

"Y/N? I'm talking to you. You really believed that?"

The authority in his voice made her look up at him, his expression showing offense and indignation at the thought that she actually believed him capable of such a thing.

"Why would you think that?" He continued his interrogation.

"Well..... I don't know! Ok? Maybe cause I've heard so many rumors about you. You don't exactly have the best of reputations at school. Everyone says how you're...."

Her voice trailed off, afraid to finish her sentence, afraid to offend or hurt him in anyway .

"That I'm a delinquent? A criminal?"

Y/N blinked when he said that, as if he could read her mind.

"I know what people say about me, I'm not blind nor deaf to their gossip." He stated, not at all unfazed by what he often heard.

"So does that mean none of it is true?" She couldn't help but want the answer to her question.

"Well depends. Have I gotten into a lot of fights with other guys? Yes. Do I have a temper at times that gets me in trouble? Yes. Have I fucked a bunch of girls just for fun? Definitely. Do I smoke or drink often? I'm not denying it."

Seonghwa reached into his pocket and took out his lighter, twirling it around in his hand a few times so Y/N could get a glance at it before putting it back in his pants.

"But have I ever vandalized, stolen or done anything remotely illegal? No. Have I beaten someone up for no good reason? No."

Y/N listened to his words very carefully. She was amazed how he was calmly telling her all of this.

"And I most certainly have never even thought about lifting a finger against a woman. Especially not one I'm interested in." He confessed abruptly, causing Y/N to gulp her drink a little fast, nearly making her choke.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled softly.

"Don't be. I get why you'd be scared. I just wish you'd get to know the real me......"

He reached his hand out and lightly brushed his finger on the top of her knuckles.

"Kinda like how I want to know you..."

The physical contact sent a weird feeling down her body. It was chilly, yet warm at the same time. She wanted to reach out and lace her fingers in his, and she would have, until a high pitched voice interrupted them.

"Seonghwa! Is that you?!"

They looked over to see a purple haired boy waving his hand in the air, as if his loud voice didn't make his presence already known. A pink haired boy was standing next to him, looking embarrassed as his friend jumped up and down. Having had enough of that, he pulled the boy by his arm and ran over to Seonghwa and Y/N's table.

"Hi! What a coincidence to see you here! Why didn't you tell us you would be here? You could have joined Yeosang and I. He promised to take me out to eat." He pulled whom Y/N assumed to be Yeosang closer to him.

The purple haired boy spoke so loud and fast Y/N had a hard time understand what he was saying.

"Promised? I was threatened." Yeosang replied, causing the other boy to let out a loud laugh, making Y/N think of a hyena.

"Hyung, where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

Seonghwa blushed and cleared his throat. It was the first time Y/N saw him get flustered and it was definitely funny.

"Y/N isn't my girlfriend-"

"Oh really? Great! Cause she's cute."

The boy wasted no time and held his hand out to her.

"My name is Wooyoung, I'm single, Bi, and I have a driver's license." He winked at her.

"For a moped." Yeosang corrected him.

Wooyoung sent a glare towards his friend.

"Y/N, these are my friends: Wooyoung and Yeosang. They go to our school, but you've probably never seen them cause they're a grade below us."

Y/N nodded and waved awkwardly at them.

"Yeosang, Wooyoung, this is Y/N. She's not my girlfriend, but she's off limits. Ok?" Seonghwa made sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung, silently warning him not to step any further into his territory.

"So if she's not your girlfriend, does that mean she's a fuck bud-"

Yeosang stepped on Wooyoung's foot, causing him to bend over in pain. Yeosang however smiled sweetly as if nothing happened.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you Hyung. We wouldn't want to take up more of your time. Besides, we'll be seeing you tomorrow at Hongjoong's party. Right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"You know I never pass up an opportunity to party."

"Will you bring Y/N with you?" Wooyoung asked, hoping she'd come.

Seonghwa looked over to Y/N, who tried to think of an answer.

"Uh... no thanks. I wasn't invited so-"

"Who cares? No one needs an invitation these days. It's a frat party anyways, a bunch of strangers end up coming in the end." Wooyoung insisted.

"I'll....think about it." Y/N knew she wouldn't.

"Ok! I'll take it as a yes. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Taking a hold of Yeosang's hand, Wooyoung made his way over to another table, the pink haired boy already looking exhausted at the thought of spending at least 2 more hours with his highly energetic friend.

Y/N smiled softly at them. They were definitely an odd pairing, but they seemed to compliment each other.

"It's getting late. Want me to take you home?" Seonghwa asked her.

"It's fine. I can walk. It's not that far." She refused.

"I insist. I want to make sure you get there safely." He insisted.

Y/N smirked at him.

"Are you really concerned for my safety or do you just wanna find out where I live?"

Seonghwa's mouth dropped at her insinuation.

"I don't..... ok you got me there."

She chuckled at his reaction, but ultimately got up.

"Ok. Fine. Take me home. The worst you can possibly do is murder me and throw my body in a lake."

Seonghwa shook his head and picked up his jacket. He made sure to hold the door open for her when they went out. Y/N didn't even notice he had stopped walking until she heard him whistle behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing next to a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She raised her hands and gestured him to explain.

"I told you I was taking you home."

He tapped the seat.

"So come on. Hop on doll."

He began taking out the spare helmet for her to put on. She walked back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"You kept it parked here the entire time?" She asked him.

"Uh huh." He responded.

Her face was full of shock.

"Did you know that I would say yes to coming here with you?"

"Well not exactly 'knew'.......more like....hoped."

He winked at her before placing the helmet above her head, making sure to strap it tightly.

"Safety first."

After putting on his own helmet, he got on the motorcycle and waited for her to get on. She awkwardly threw her leg over the seat and hesitated to wrap her arms around him. Seonghwa huffed and simply grabbed her wrists to put them on his stomach.

As soon as he started revving up the motorcycle, Y/N tightened her grip around him. Even through his shirt, she could feel rock solid abs underneath it. It made her wonder what he looked like without a shirt. The thought temporarily distracted her from the worry of actually riding in a motorcycle for the first time.

Sensing her fear, Seonghwa grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze.

"Don't worry doll. I'll keep you safe."

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*part 3 coming soon*

[qiankunfics]

Qian Kun Fics Alert / Updates

AO3

KunTen

1.   Recalibration by NeoButterfly

Summary:  Among all the stress, Kun and Ten are trying to piece together the family they've seemed to accidentally form with the help of their friends. Rating: General Status: On-Going

2. Me After You by senja

Summary: The life that Kun had experienced after meeting Ten Rating: General Status: One Shot 

3. I'm not Jealous by jiseongieee (vroomsupercar)

Summary: Instances in which Ten gets jealous ;)  Rating: General Status: One Shot 

4. see me as a possibility

Summary: Ten has the brilliant idea to start a friends with benefits relationship with Kun. Rating: Explicit   Status: One-Shot 

5. Fiendish Kisses (and a couple cuddles too) by StardustDreamMate

Summary: Vampire-Kun and dangerously-flirty Ten both come back from working the night away to kiss, banter, bicker, and cuddle. Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot 

6. Chocolate and Therapy by Cydersyrup

Summary: Ten stares at the pan of brownies. They’re overbaked. Dry. Crumbly. Chock-full of walnuts and dried cherries. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot 

7. A Damn Good Feelin', Baby, I Can't Breathe In by ugly_little_sandcastles

Summary: "Fuck me hard, ge. Fuck me like you mean it, ge." Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

8. Healing (Will You Be Mine In The Meantime?) by Meow12251

Summary: It takes Ten breaking his wrist for him and Kun to finally get together. Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot Trigger: Mention of Injury 

9. My Cat Ate My Router [Not A Clickbait]! by doiemination (sweetmedusaaa)

Summary: A cat. A router. A vlogger. And a researcher casually enjoying his weekend. Rating: Teen  Status: One-Shot 

10. wrongs and right by evijuls

Summary: Ten wakes up with a feeling of familiar warm arms hugging him, and stays still for a couple more minutes, listening to Kun’s soft sleeping breaths. Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot *A sequel to  Unnatural (not by the same author) 

11.  Missing Spark by taetens

Summary: Sometimes even the tiniest things can bring people closer together after drifting miles apart. Rating: Teen Status: On-Going *There is JohnTen but end-game is KunTen 

12. You Are a Keeper by jiaqins

Summary: The only thing on Kun's mind all the time is football. Until the star player of the rival team, Ten, makes a comeback after three years. Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

13. Spring rain and coffee by Clara_Jimmy

Summary: It´s raining and Ten rushes to offer sharing his umbrella with Kun.  Rating: General Status: One-shot 

14. Drop by drop by Do_you_wanna_know

Summary: And it's just fucking sick, and Ten isn't sure he knows why the excitement is rolling in so quickly and inevitably. Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot Trigger: Blood Kink 

15. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐫 by TaroLuu

Summary: Ten stayed up all night sketching on his sketchbook as he waits for his boyfriend to come home from work Rating: General  Status: One-Shot 

16. Letting Go by weishen_gyul

Summary: But if there's something right about the movies, it's that letting go is something they both need. Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot 

17. delusion, hallucination

Summary: At the tender age of twenty-five, Qian Kun was apparently married and co-parenting five kids and two cats with Ten. This was news to him. Rating: General  Status: One-Shot 

18. ouch! you pierced my heart by zhosungs

Summary: "hey, kun," ten says, "what do you think about getting your dick pierced?" Rating: Mature/Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

19. Even If Everyone Forgets by senja

Summary: Everyone forgets Ten, except Kun.  Rating: General   Status: One-Shot 

20. slip into something invincible by lowkeyamen

Summary: Ten doesn't even bother knocking on Kun's bedroom door before entering because he's spent every night since they moved in his bed. Rating: Explicit   Status: One-Shot 

21. Third time´s the charm by Clara_Jimmy

Summary: Two agents tasked with a very similar operation. What could possibly happen? Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot 

22. As You Howl In The dark Arched Marrow Of Me

Summary: He will have to die, he decides, after having given everything to stay alive. Rating: Mature  Status: On-Going 

23.  L word by thequeenhimself

Summary: Where Ten skips a Friday night party because he's sick and Kun comes and helps him feel better. Mmmhmm. Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot 

24. Come and Play by pinkfire

Summary: “This it?” Kun tests, pressing at the flat base of the buttplug with his index finger. “Just a toy in your tight little ass?” Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

25. Deluge by Dawnwritesit

Summary: Save water, shower together Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot *Part of Bond and Free collection (which seems to be KunTen/KunWoo/JaeWoo)

26. Library by thequeenhimself

Summary: Where Kun falls asleep in the Library and Ten sees him sleeping so beautifully he didn't bother to wake him up. Rating: General  Status: One-Shot 

27. you & me, what are we? by wayvee

Summary: Kun is hopelessly in love with Ten, and they have a lot of sex. Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

28. Ramen Run by thequeenhimself

Summary: Where Kun and Ten go out to eat ramen at 11:30 at night and exchange Instagram accounts. Rating: General  Status: One-Shot 

29. Just a Little While Longer by nekowafers

Summary: Ten licked his lips and got onto his knees. Kun’s eyes darted around the alley. Still as dark and empty as before.  Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot  *Part of fangs & flowers universe

30. BREAKING: Qian Kun bites cats! by bluemoon (putigirliane)

Summary: Qian Kun, WayV’s reliable leader and main vocalist, admired by many for being a model of the perfect man, can barely keep himself from biting Ten Lee at the most inconvenient times. Rating: Mature  Status: One-Shot 

JohnKun

31. Growing Together by imiss1Dbb

Summary: The story of Johnny and Kun and how their relationship came to be, mixed in with the arrival and discovery of their third love. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going 

DoKun 

32. to be with you by laehys

Summary: doyoung thinks that kinky sex might be the answer for his crisis but he really likes some vanilla lovemaking Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

KunCas / CasKun

33. fangbanger (affectionate & derogatory) by venvephe

Summary:  Lucas's heart - and Lucas's dick - is immediately set on him. Tonight, he's gonna live up to his well-earned title of fangbanger. Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

34. heartstrings by newlovecassette

Summary: Fingers wrapping around Yukhei’s wrist, Kun had pressed his thumb into Yukhei’s pulse. “You’d look so pretty tied up for me, Hei.” Rating: Explicit  Status: One-Shot 

Kunil / TaeKun

35. Never too Close by teirru

Summary:  Kun finds himself in the hardest and dumbest position; keeping everything professional or pursuing his fellow band-mate, Taeil. Rating: General  Status: On-Going 

36. over the moon by sitrusberries

Summary:  Kun falls in love with the moon, if the moon was a Coordinator with cute Pokémon and a golden voice. Rating: General  Status: One-Shot 

37. love notes by adiosnoninos

Summary: kun and taeil, through the eyes of others or themselves Rating: General Status: On-Going 

Updates

KunTen 

electric magnetic by miramiro

catch him if you can by blazingsirius

Welcome Home by DestinyHope

On Thin Ice by taetens

Countdown from Nine by MailOrderBride

The Home My Forefathers Built by jiaqins

Pierced! by HaloHalo

When the time is right by drawing_board

Wrong (Right) Ad by Alette

Baby. You worth millions hugs by Mywoojinie

Dreamscape by YHXLWTK

Has To Be Mine by rowx3yourships

*Not KunTen per se (its more threesome TenKunCas)(I promise I’ll get to multi-Kun soon) Salt and Sun by HaloHalo

[ezrasarm]

Can I request 32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..” from the prompt list - with Frankie or Javi? :-D

Tripod

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff (hah! no pun intended)

A/N: I may have made some minor adjustments to the prompt...😬 I just get the vibe that he’s the kind of guy who would accidentally adopt an old dog as opposed to going out of his way to get a brand new puppy 🤷‍♀️

“Frankie?!” You called from your place in the front door of the small house the two of you shared. A three legged black lab cross with a grey muzzle was lapping it’s satin tongue at the knees which poked out from under your sundress as you stood there utterly stunned.

“Shit!” You heard him exclaim from the kitchen. “You weren’t supposed to be back until later!” He declared as he appeared in the hall with a worried look on his face.

“Because then there wouldn’t be a dog in our home?” You asked as you dropped to kneel in front of the critter, it’s jaw dropped in a content pant as you gave it a generous scratch behind the ear.

“Well, no... But I was gonna warn you at the very least.” He shrugged, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned back into the doorframe. “But she’s super sweet!” He interjects before you can even think to question him. “Her name is Bob-“

“Her name is Bob?” You asked, eyebrows shooting up in delight. No. That most definitely did not make you want to keep her more.

“Yeah, the family that owned her before let the kids pick the name. But they called her Bobby most of the time.“ he explained.

“Woah, back up here, where did you even find her?” You asked still reeling in shock from the pleasant surprise.

“Well, you know Sharon right? The vet? Will’s fiancé?” He asks and you nod vigorously to get him to go on with the story. “Well I was gonna drop off those pictures- you know the ones- off for the wedding,” He added and you gave him a look that told him to keep on track. “Anyway, she got called into work so she told me to meet her at the clinic and when I got there she was showing me around and she told me about Bob here.” He said gesturing to the fur ball sprawled out in front of you, belly upturned for you to rub. “Apparently she ate a bunch of socks and the family that owned her couldn’t afford the surgery. They were gonna put her down but I couldn’t stand the thought of it.” He said, shaking his head at the old mutt that couldn’t seem to get enough attention from you. “Now she’s here.” He shrugged.

“God, what were you thinking?” You shook your head as you looked at the tripod pitifully, but the smile creeping up your face gave you away.

“She looked so hopeless sitting there in that kennel. I couldn’t help but imagine how much happier she would be here.” He said, giving the dog which had since hobbled over to him, tail wagging like a helicopter prop, a gentle pat on the head. “She’s house trained, kid friendly, not super loud-“ he went on as though you still needed convincing. Who could turn down those chocolate brown eyes?

“Kid friendly?” You ask with a smug grin, only now standing up right as you took a few steps closer to him so you could hook your fingers into the belt loops on either of his hips.

“Well, Yeah, I mean it’s a generally good quality to have in a dog and-“ he stuttered, his gaze dropping to ground, suddenly feeling more nervous than he anticipated he would. It was just you after all. “We never know if y’know, sometime down the line we might want to...” his words trailed off as his fingertips came to trace up and down the stretch of skin between your elbows and your wrists.

“Frankie,” You hummed softy, calling him back to you. You tugged gently on his belt loops and his gaze flitted up to your eyes again as he knocked into you softly. “She’s perfect.” You said, bringing your thumb up to brush over his cheekbone. You could see the worry melting away from him.

“You think so?” He murmured nervously.

“I think she’ll fit right in here.” You smiled as you brought your lips up to meet his in a delicate kiss. “You just have te remember not to leave your socks lying around anymore.”

Masterlist

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[btsslowburnfic]

Born to be Yours Ch. 10

Story Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter summary: Life after you and RM part ways goes back to normal until an accident changes everything

Previous chapters found here: Chapter 9

You are surprised that life does in fact go back to normal. You and Xavier make up and get back to working with smaller local groups after the awards season ends. Things with you and Ben get back to normal; you become a master of using heavy foundation on your soulmark when you’re at home. The summer tour is amazing. You and Xavier traveled to 32 states in 4 months. You find yourself following Twitter and Weverse to see what RM is up to. And you sometimes found yourself thinking about that night the two of you spent together. You mostly try to push it out of your mind though. Even though you told Xavier and he randomly brings it up.

“Right here? On this desk!?!” he asks, running his hands over the surface.

“Yes. And don’t do that, it’s weird and gross.”

“How was it? Describe it to me again.”

You chuckle a bit and roll your eyes, “No. I told you once so I could get it out of my system.”

“Ughhh you’re so boring.” he whines playfully.

“Shouldn’t you be reprimanding me about being a terrible cheating slut?” you raise an eyebrow.

“No. I ship that shit.” he responds, sipping on a smoothie. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks

You laugh and look through your phone. “No, I had a zoom meeting with Gina at noon and then I covered spinning class.” You press some buttons on your screen. “There. I just ordered. I’ll see you in a while.” You stand up and put your flip flops back on.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in pilates tonight.”

You toss your bag over your shoulder and put your sunglasses on as you step out the door. You look both ways and start to cross the street as you hear a screeching sound. The next thing you hear and feel is the sickening crunch of bone hitting glass. Tires screeching away and then everything is black.

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Namjoon occasionally finds himself thinking about you. Mostly when he accidentally slams his body into a door frame or cuts his finger. He always says he’s sorry and then kind of feels like an idiot for apologizing to no one. He also thinks about the night the two of you shared together quite often and had made Jhope send him those photos he took.

He’s happy to be working and on tour again. It’s been a fun summer. They wrapped up the Asia portion of their journey and were well into Europe now. As usual, the filming crew was in the green room as they were preparing for their second night at Wembley. The first night had been amazing. He couldn’t think of anything that made him happier than being in front of ARMY, especially when they were singing along to the songs he wrote. He smiled as he scrolled through his phone while he had his makeup touched up. 

“10 minutes, 10 minutes.” Management called out.

“Alright guys, let’s get it.” he yells through the green room.

They gather around and do their chant. The minute they step out of the green room they can hear the fans roaring and cheering along to the pre-show videos. They each go to their respective starting positions and wait to hear the signal. 

They open quick and fast with “On” and the crowd is absolutely pumped. They begin their second song and will then introduce themselves. The music for “Dionysus” begins to play and the elaborate set pieces are added throughout the song. They are almost to the end of Dionysus when RM goes down hard. He falls off the table. People are gasping, Jin runs over and signals to the staff on the side of the stage that something is very wrong. ARMY and BTS are freaking out. The visual director quickly puts a message onto the big screens to please wait a moment. The medical staff immediately takes the lift up to the main backstage area. The obvious damage is a cut on his arm that took the brunt of the fall from the table, but that gash can’t account for the fact that he’s unconscious and breathing shallowly. There is a rush of oxygen masks and people yelling. Jimin and JK start crying, the other guys are freaked out about the show and what to do next. Jin rises to the occasion by asking if they should go ahead and skip to his and Suga’s solos until there is more information. A decision is quickly made to begin the solo portions. The two of them quickly change costumes and prepare to go out. An ambulance ends up needing to be called. The guys decide that Namjoon would want the show to go on and so they do. It’s ugly and weird and they are unfocused but they manage through it. ARMY is crying for RM because they know it’s bad when he doesn’t come back on stage. They skip the ments and encore and  the guys are immediately loaded into vans and transported to the private health facility that he’s been taken to. 

The staff escorts the six of them to a room where they wait for a doctor to come and speak to them. A translator is located and brought in as well.

“What happened? Did anybody see what happened before he fell?” Hoseok asks.

“He was fine. I didn’t notice anything strange.” Tae responds. 

“They took video and showed the doctor,”Yoongi adds, having overheard the staff on the way there.

After a few minutes a doctor comes in. “Hello Gentleman. Your friend is in good hands here, and is stable.” she reassures them. 

There is a collective sigh from the group as they hear this news.

“However, we aren’t sure what’s causing this condition. There is no evidence of an aneurysm on the CT scan and the video doesn't show any seizure-like activity prior to the fall. His heart is in excellent shape as well as his lungs. At this point we are running more tests but we do need to ask you all some questions here. Please answer honestly. Does your friend use any drugs? Even maybe extra prescription medication?”

It takes a few seconds for the translator to relay the message and the guys’ reactions range from anger to disbelief. Jin is up on his feet shouting about how they should be focusing on fixing Namjoon rather than gossiping, Jimin is crying more. It’s a mess.

“Calm down guys, it’s a standard question,” Yoongi says stoically. “She’s not trying to be rude.”

“No. He drinks beer and wine sometimes. But no. He’s not on any drugs.  That’s ridiculous.” Jungkook summarizes.

“I’m sorry, it’s something I do have to ask. Is there anything else you guys could think of that might be pertinent? An old injury? Something he did earlier today or ate that he doesn’t usually?”

The guys all sat there for a minute. It was Jin who made the connection first: “His soulmate. She lives in LA.”

Tae’s hand flew to his phone to make a phone call.. The next few things happened over the course of a few hours: a phone call to Hitman Bang to get Gina’s contact information. Several phone calls to Gina. Calls from Gina to you. No answer. Phone calls to Xavier. No answer. Xavier calling Gina back hysterically sobbing that you were in a coma with a skull fracture and blood loss, Gina crying, Gina having someone else call Hitman Bang because she couldn’t stop sobbing, Hitman Bang calling Tae back.

The doctor was updated on the situation. “Ah...well that would explain it. Were the two of them very close?” she asks delicately.

It’s highly inappropriate but Yoongi just laughs, “No. They met one time .”

The doctor raised her eyebrows, “Oh. Well that’s unusual.”

“If she dies, will he die too?” Jimin asks quietly with tears in his eyes.

“No. And especially not if they weren’t close. I need to consult with some colleagues on this before we proceed. If you all want to go get some rest I think he’s going to be like this for a while. We can call you if anything changes.” the doctor informs them.

They are uneasy about leaving Namjoon there so they split up into groups of two to take turns. Jin and JK take the first shift at the care facility.

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The doctor reaches out to several colleagues who are familiar with more case studies of soul mate injuries and what to do when there is a mirrored trauma response. She gets permission from RM’s parents (who have flown to London as well at this point) to try a reverse cryogenic procedure to restart his systems. Basically, they will bring his body down to an almost hypothermic point and slowly reheat him, encouraging cell regeneration and movement. It has been successful in similar cases, but it is a slow procedure that needs to be carefully monitored. 

Meanwhile, social media is having a field day about what could have happened. BigHit put out that story that RM has developed a severe allergic reaction to shellfish and went into anaphylaxis on the stage; he was administered an epi-pen and hospitalized but is now resting and recovering. The rest of the guys give interviews to back up this story as well. 48 hours after the incident began, RM is slowly regaining consciousness. 

“What happened? I feel like someone is opening up my skull with a pair of pliers.” he asks the doctor.

“I’m sorry but your soulmate was in a very bad car accident. She’s in a coma and you suffered a mirrored trauma response. I’m going to go let your friends and family know you’re awake.” 

“Shit.” RM says, really taking in everything that was just said to him. 

Jin is the first one in the room. “Hey. You’re finally awake. We were so worried.”

“How long have I been out for?”

“2 days.”

“Shit. What happened with the concert? Is everything ok? Oh God. What did they tell people?”

“One thing at a time.” Yoongi said as he entered the room. “We finished the show. The tour is postponed for at least a few weeks. We told people you had an allergic reaction.”

RM visibly relaxed but was still upset about the show. “Those fans have to be so disappointed.”

“Yeah, but they want you to be well. There’s thousands of flowers and cards being left at Wembley and so many messages on Weverse. We’ll make the dates up when you’re better. ARMY understands. It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s [Y/N]’s fault.” he says briskly. 

“I mean. She got flattened by a car. So, not really.” Tae added.”She’s in an actual coma. They can;'t just reheat her.” he was surprised by how cold RM sounded talking about his soulmate.

“You’re right. I’m just...it’s a lot. My head still hurts and I guess I just want someone to blame.”

“Blame the asshole who hit her,” Yoongi adds.

“Yeah. I will. I’m so tired.”

“Here, we’ll leave so you can talk to your parents for a minute before you rest.”

“My parents flew in?” he says surprised.

“We thought you were going to die,” Jimin says seriously. “Your sister is on her way here too.”

Rm laid his head back against his pillow. This is exactly the kind of soulmate bullshit he’s been trying to avoid. And you were in a coma. He stopped for a minute and thought about how scary it must be for you but he won’t allow himself to dwell on it. He’s getting his soul mark obliterated as soon as you wake up from your coma and sign off on it. If you wake up from it. Shit. 

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24 hours later he is discharged from the hospital and decides to book a flight to LA to see what your doctors are doing about rectifying this situation. He can’t shake the massive headache and leg pain that he’s still experiencing constantly. He cannot perform like this. Also he’s looked into the legal status of soulmark obliteration if one party is a permanently vegetative state and what counts as legal consent. Because of course he has. The guys all talk and decide that Tae will go along with him for support. Really it’s to be the voice of reason because they can’t believe that rather than going to see how you’re doing, he is going to ask you to remove your mark. 

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RM knows what hospital you are at because his doctor consulted with yours in order to determine the best course of treatment. You doctor was hoping that once RM woke up, you would show signs of improvement. So far though, there wasn’t a lot on your end.

Ben and Xavier dutifully took shifts staying with you in the hospital. On this particular night, Ben is taking the night shift, walking back from the vending machines. He stops when he sees two dudes who look like models standing outside your door.

“Hey. Are you guys friends with [Y/N]? You must be from the studio. I don’t think we’ve met before. I'm Ben” Ben is tired but tries to be friendly.

Tae and Namjoon turn and look to him. Ben. Ben must be her boyfriend. 

“Actually we’re from one of the bands she worked with. I’m Namjoon and this is Taehyung. You must be her boyfriend?”

“Fiance actually,” Ben politely corrects. “Just a few weeks ago actually,” he awkwardly laughs. “But then this all happened. You know the asshole didn’t even stop?” 

Tae feels extremely awkward. He can understand a small bit of what’s going on, but he knows that what’s coming will be very difficult for everyone.

“That’s awful. How is she doing?”

“Bad. Stable. But, bad. She lost a lot of blood and hit her head pretty hard. They’re surprised she didn’t have any broken bones other than her skull fracture. She dislocated her shoulder when it hit the hood. The guy was definitely speeding.” Ben runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry if you were hoping to visit.”

RM awkwardly runs his hands up and down his jeans. There is not an easy way to say this.

“So. You know that [Y/N] has a soulmark on her wrist?”

Ben stiffens ever so slightly, “I do. But it’s ok. We don’t really care about that whole destiny thing. It’s unconventional but you know…” he trails off.

RM takes a deep breath and rolls up his sleeve. “I have the matching soulmark. I was in a coma for 2 days. I need to speak to her doctor immediately.” NEXT CHAPTER

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I posted 2,597 times in 2021

136 posts created (5%)

2461 posts reblogged (95%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 18.1 posts.

I added 208 tags in 2021

#whg - 34 posts

#the other side - 32 posts

#other people's writing - 26 posts

#the outer series - 24 posts

#character: nemeah - 19 posts

#character: rj - 18 posts

#character: monsoon - 16 posts

#unreality - 14 posts

#character: rat - 13 posts

#long post - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 97 characters

#i think what happened was i (accidentally) ended up following and unfollowing it a bunch of times

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#5

WHG Prompt 1 - Ariel/Nemeah and Enzo/Monsoon

Note: I will be using civilian names for these prompts, even though the hero names are what is actually used in The Other Side. 

@sparkles-and-hens @thoughts-of-nora @maple-writes @pen-of-roses @concealeddarkness13 @ratracechronicler

...

Even staring straight up at the sky, he could see the buildings. 

District 8 was nothing but factories and apartment buildings. The tall buildings, the concrete, the lack of nature - it was suffocating. And it was so much worse inside the buildings, with the bare walls and no windows and and stale air and and and- 

“You know I hate it when you do that.” 

Feet appeared by Enzo’s head, and Ariel leaned down. 

Enzo sighed. “You know I can’t sleep inside.” 

“Doesn’t look like you’re sleeping much out here,” Ariel replied. “Come on. You’re soaking.” 

It had rained last night. Enzo loved the rain - it felt like something truly natural, truly free. 

No one was free here. 

Slowly, Enzo stumbled onto his feet. His body protested at the movement, and the sleeping on the concrete ground, but if he didn’t move he’d get stepped on. 

“You look awful,” Ariel commented. 

“You say that every morning,” Enzo replied. He ran his fingers through his hair, still damp, as Ariel ushered him indoors. 

The door shut behind him with a suffocating thump. 

.

Breakfast that day was a sandwich made with stale bread. Ariel was silent, either thinking or moping about the upcoming readings. Enzo was too nervous to sit still, and ate while pacing. 

They remained silent as they changed. 

Neither had “nice” clothes, but Enzo found a shirt with no rips to put on under his sweatshirt, and used a rag to clean the mud off of his shoes. Ariel’s shirt had a rip down the sleeve, and her pants were torn at the knees, but they were cleaner than anything else she had. 

Ariel pulled her uneven hair back so that it looked even, and Enzo quickly fingered combed his again, and they were ready. 

Well, as ready as they could be. 

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#4

Friendly reminder that “go outside and touch some grass” is ableist even if you didn’t mean it that way

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#3

I’ve seen some others do this, so I thought I would.

Quick about me/this blog

- I’m 21+. Full grown adult, believe it or not. However I do not do anything nsfw, and I do not want to see, read, or even think anything nsfw.

- this is a writeblr, but also where I tend to reblog non-specific things. I also have a fandom blog - ladyofthewifi- and a music blog - I-baroque-my-bow.

Icon ID: picrew from the shoulder up. The picrew is done in the general picrew style. The picrew is of a white female wearing a red shirt, with short brown hair that gets lighter towards the end. She has freckles and blue eyes. The background is purple with space-related symbols. End ID

Picrew source: https://picrew.me/image_maker/137904

Header ID: grayscale image of pencils in a case, with only the tips sticking out. End ID

Main WIPS:

The OUTER Series: The Fall of Shatterthought super hero/dystopian NA novel.

A little over a hundred years after people suddenly developed super powers, and it seems things have leveled out in Neuron’s world. But he’s in for a shock when he’s sent to a different timeline - one where the villains Shatterthought and The Emperor rule over a dystopian nightmare. With only a worn-out superhero team to work with, Neuron isn’t sure there is a way to win this fight. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

Character list

The Alliance Of Rain: The Divided Lands: fantasy novel

The war has come with a great cost for the island. As enemies surround them, the society within seems to be crumbling to pieces. Cassandra has a received a warning: she needs to unite the twelve outlying divisions, or the island faces certain doom. With the help of Crown Princess Ariadne, Cassandra is the best person for the job. But even she isn’t sure she can do it.

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#2

How do I name cities? Help?

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#1

90% of any craft is gritting your teeth and getting through the stage(s) where you suck or think you suck because we all start off sucking at our craft

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I posted 471 times in 2021

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411 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.8 posts.

I added 254 tags in 2021

#all for the game - 36 posts

#andrew minyard - 33 posts

#aftg - 33 posts

#neil josten - 32 posts

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#vaguely inspired by that one post when andreil is cuddling and they are bickering with each other and then neil calls andrew 'aaron'

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#5

Aaron: You gotta stop spending money on stupid shit

Andrew: ...ok

~ Later that day ~

Aaron, face buried on both his hands: Andrew! We fucking talked about this!

Andrew on a segway with Neil on the back: YOU talked, I just pretended to listen.

Neil: Besides, we didn't BUY it, we STOLE it.

Aaron: THAT'S WORSE!

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#4

Andrew: Want to know what is the worst thing someone can call me?

Neil: Aaron?

Andrew: ...

Neil: ...

Andrew: Want to know the second worst thing someone can call me?

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#3

Nicky: Betrayal hurts, but the betrayal made by a family member you took care of hurts more, it feels like my soul has been ripped from my body and shredded into millions of pieces just to be stepped on some more

Neil: Is he okay?

Andrew, reading on the couch: I ate the last ice cream.

Nicky, tearing up: It was MY ice cream

Andrew: Did it have your name?

Nicky, voice cracking: No, but-

Andrew: Then it wasn't yours

Nicky: But-

Neil: He has a point you know

Nicky: Betrayal hurts, but the betrayal made by a family member you took care of and from someone who literally asked you if you were really friends-

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#2

“My child is completely fine.” Your child hasn’t been able to read another book or watch a series after reading all for the game without thinking “Where is the consent???” after two characters kiss each other without asking for the consent first.

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#1

Andrew Showing The Foxes His Love Through Actions.

All through “All for the game” we can see how Andrew shows his love through actions. I believe that Andrew does care for his teammates and I know I; m not the only one, so I wrote this. (Also, I will just forget about the choking scene because N*ra did their relationship so badly, like- ugh, that’s for another time)

Tw: Curse words, references to the foxes pasts, punches, vomit, Riko, mentions of scars, mentions of nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of past self-harm, probably many spelling and grammar mistakes.

Allison.

It happened during a game, the foxes were winning and the other team were getting exasperated because they could not get past the backliners and if they could, Andrew would not let them score.

During the last minutes of the game, a player from the other team made Allison trip on purpose and “accidentally” kicked her.

Everyone else were too far away from them.

Except Andrew.

When the referee called the fault, Andrew was already there, punching the guy resulting in him taking a step back and falling to the ground.

As the referee gave him a yellow card, Andrew extended his arm to help Allison up.

And if he asked Renee how bad the injury was, no one had to know. 

Matt.  

When Matt was visiting his mom during summer vacations, they decided to go shopping, there he found the most adorable hoodies. It was orange on the outside and the inside had a really soft and warm fabric, which was white and had orange paw prints. But the best part was that the hoodie had fox ears.

Matt obviously bought nine of them.

“Disgusting.” Andrew had said, which Matt had obviously expected, so he thought nothing of it.

Everyone wore them, Aaron had given his to Katelyn, except Andrew.

But when winter came, Matt saw Andrew get out of his dorm room with the hoodie on, pulling it tighter against himself when a cold air blast came.

“Not a word.” Andrew deadpanned, pointing at Matt, when he noticed him, before leaving the tower.

Matt smiled the whole day.

Dan.

During one of their dinner bankets, the foxes were placed into pairs and told to socialize with the other teams. The pairs were meticulously design so that ‘the monsters’ (minus Nicky) interacted. This meant every ‘monster’ was placed with an upperclassmen. Andrew got Dan.

So when they Dan were talking to some players from Penn State, the Ravens decided to join.

They began talking sh¡t about Dan’s time as a stripper.

Andrew didn’t say or do a thing, knowing Dan was capable on fighting her own fights, she is the first female captain on Exy, but he does stand to the side, throwing a death glare to them.

But when one of them decide it’s a good idea to slap her in the butt when she is distracted....Andrew intervienes.

He grabs the Raven’s wrist, twisting it before pushing him into a table.

Dan is surprised, to say the least, but she knows that the Raven will get a worst fate if she leaves Andrew like that. 

Calmly, she tells him she is okay and that the Raven didn’t touch her and that he can look and see for himself.

The latter does the trick, Andrew turns his murderous glare at Dan so she turns in place extending her arms showing him that the Raven did nothing to her.

Andrew calms after a while and stands up, glancing at the Raven one more time. 

The rest of the night Andrew does not leave Dan’s side until they head back home. Dan attaches herself to that memory forever. 

Renee.

Renee and Andrew sparred at least once a week, more whenever Andrew was having a bad day.

Such as that moment, Aaron’s trial was just around the corner and Andrew was not having it.

He went to Bee’s twice but it still wasn’t enough, so him and Renee spared.

But today was a specially not good day, Aaron’s lawyer had said that he’d have to speak about what happened that day.

Renee knew that Andrew was far more on his head than n the present so she wasn’t mad when Andrew threw her down to the mat and her hip bumped onto the floor.

For the first time since they spared that day, Renee saw Andrew actually see her.

His eyes were wide, probably surprised of what happened so she reassured him that she was okay and that it didn't hurt much and that she’d had much worse before.

But he didn’t listen to her and got off the mat.

Renee stood up and went for her water bottle, thinking that Andrew had gone to let out some steam alone.

But then he came back with an ice package in hand and gave it to her.

Renee thank him, placed it on her hip and sat near him while he starred to the distance in moral support.

Nicky.

Nicky wasn’t one to get sick often, but when it happened, he really got sick.

So when one day he wakes up with a headache and all of his bones ache, he knows he’s in trouble.

Not wanting anyone to be worried about him, Nicky tries to stand up, just for a blast of nausea hits him and he has to run to the bathroom before he pukes on their bedroom.

When he is done throwing his guts out, he brushes his teeth and walks out to the kitchen for a glass of water. But when he gets there, a water bottle is out with a bottle of Pepto-bismol beside it. 

In the middle of his confusion, Andrew and Aaron appear with a thermometer, a blanket and pills.

“Go lay down,” Andrew says with an uncharacteristically softness in his tone.

Nicky complies and walks towards the couch, Andrew protectively trailing behind him with his phone and a blanket.

“I don’t have any class today, Aaron has two in an hour but then he’ll be back. Tea?” Nicky is perplexed at this attention given by his cousins so he is only able to nod and think who were these people and what did they do with his cousins.

The rest of the day, the twins (mostly Andrew) take his temperature, give him his meds, cook for him and help him out whenever he needs it.

Nicky sleeps with a smile that day.

The next day, he feels much better, but because the sickness messed with his feelings, he has an urge to hug his cousins.

He asks for permission and surprisingly, Andrew says yes.

Nicky keeps the hug fast and makes sure he doesn’t make Andrew feel trapped.

He still cries at the memory. 

Aaron.

Out of all the foxes, Aaron is the one with the most difficult things to study. He is in fact studying pre-med.

So during the finals week, he is the most stressed.

There is this one class in which Aaron has been having the most trouble with and if he doesn’t pass the test, he’ll have to repeat the class. So to say that he was stressed was an understatement.

He begins studying for that class a week and a half before the exam is and the day before the exam, he skips gym, morning practice and afternoon practice.

He studies for the exam the whole day and had to be reminded to take breaks for the bathroom and meals constantly.

He is also forced by Andrew to sleep when he woke up at 3 am and Aaron was still awake, studying.

Aaron keeps thinking of the material as he tries to sleep, and isn’t able to until 4 am, he dreams on the material the whole night.

When he opens his eyes, he sees that the sun is much higher than usual, worried, he checks the time on his phone just for his fears to be true, his alarm didn’t sound and he slept through the whole exam.

He doesn’t even care to change and runs to the building. The door to his classroom is closed and the professor is not there.

“Can’t stop thinking about the exam? Me neither.” He hears one of his classmates say behind him.

“I didn’t even do it.” He says through his teeth.

“What do you mean? I saw you there.”

Aaron is confused so he asks more classmates if they saw him, and all of them said that yes, they saw him there.

Hurriedly he got to the tower and confronted Andrew if it was his doing and if he did the exam for him like they did in high school.

“I did.” was Andrew’s only response before walking out.

Aaron got a B⁺ a grade much better than if he had done it by himself.

Kevin.

After Riko died, his and Andrew’s deal could be done, but they had grown close, they had passed so much time together since Kevin escaped Evermore.

Neither of them would say it out loud, but they were each other’s best friend.

So when Kevin learned that his things would be thrown away from the Nest, he went into a spiral.

But when Andrew asked and Kevin couldn’t say why, Andrew made it his mission to know.

Neil had a few assumptions, but when he had been at the Nest, he had been too focused on his injuries that he wasn’t a good resource.

So Andrew contacted someone he never thought he would be speaking to. Jean.

Jean told Andrew of Kevin’s old bedroom and the things Kevin had to hide away from Riko because if he found them, Kevin would be punished. Yet he didn’t know what these secret things were. 

Thankfully, Jean knew where the hiding spot was.

The next day, Andrew took the Maserati in the early morning without a word (Neil knew but he had to act as if he didn’t), and made his way to Evermore.

Once there, he had to sneak inside, but given that the Nest was desolated for classes it was easy.

When Andrew got to where Jean had told him where the hiding spot was, he found a small shoe box.

Opening it, he found three things and Andrew immediately understood Kevin’s spiraling.

When he got back to the tower, he directly went to his dorm. Inside were Neil, Nicky and Kevin watching a game.

Andrew signaled Neil and the latter made Nicky follow him out.

“Where were you? You missed morning practice,” Kevin said as soon as they were alone.

Without a word, Andrew took the shoebox out of his bag and carefully gave it to Kevin, who took a shaky breath at the sight of it.

As soon as it was in Kevin’s hands, he opened it and carefully took the three things which were the last things he had from his mother.

A woman’s ring, a record player and a photograph. 

Tears immediately sprang from Kevin’s eyes and Andrew decided he would give Kevin his space.

“Thank you,” Kevin said as he opened the door, Andrew just nodded feeling a weird warmness in his chest.

Neil.

Andrew shows Neil his love in so many ways, helping him out during panic attacks, reminding him that he’s safe, holding his hand, kissing him, sharing a cigarette in the roof, stroking his hair when they cuddle and so much more.

But the most important thing Andrew does for Neil is letting the latter see his vulnerability and trust him with it.

It starts with simple things, Andrew letting Neil sleep with him in the same bed, cuddle together, sit on Andrew’s lap (and vice versa), etc.

But it slowly begins to increase, let Neil stay whenever he gets a nightmare and/or a panic attack, let Neil take care of him when he gets sick, let Neil cuddle on top of Andrew, let himself seek comfort in Neil, Andrew letting Neil take his armbands off, see and touch them.

It takes a long time, but Neil doesn’t mind, those little things are more than enough for him and he doesn’t expect more from Andrew, but welcomes this little things and holds onto them with all of him.

Bonus:

Wymack. 

Wymack is always threatening his foxes with running marathons and says that their personal stuff is over his pay rate, but oh doesn’t he care for them.

He works hard for them so they can have good things and safe and comfortable area for them, that’s why he had the walls on the showers made.

He loves the foxes, and they love them too.

One morning, he had to organize some piles of paperwork, but he had a stressing week and the night before he hadn’t been able to sleep good, so after a while of organizing paperwork, he decides he deserves a break.

The foxes are supposed to be in class so he doesn’t expect them until the afternoon. He goes to the lounge and lays down on the couch to “rest his eyes”.

He falls asleep almost instantly.

Andrew had forgotten something on the court after their morning practice so he decided to go now, he had finished his classes and knew that Wymack had to organize some paperwork, he was surprised to see the old man asleep.

Andrew could remember his initial fear of the man when he saw him the first time, he was tall, broad and serious, but he didn’t let it show. He had been waiting for the man to do something to him, but instead the man had respected his boundaries and didn’t ask when Andrew broke into his home in the late night and made himself a pot of hot cocoa (which had been bought for this reason).

So quietly, Andrew went to Wymack’s office and organized his paperwork, marking those who were missing one or two things with a post it and leaving right after he was done, not expecting the man to know it was him.

When Wymack woke up and walked back to his office he was surprised to see that his paperwork was organized. He mentally questioned who it was but when he read the post its he immediately knew it was Andrew, he knew all of his children’s handwritings, and made sure he bought Andrew’s favorite  chocolate ice cream.

Abby. 

Abby was the first one, apart from Bee, to see his scars. 

The first time she had tried to say something but she had seen something in his face because he didn’t and let him place the armbands back on.

After that she looked away when he took them off and just glanced at them for a second to make sure there were no track marks before turning around again so he could put the armbands back on.

(She knew there would not be track marks, so she just looked at them so there would be no new ones, he cared for her foxes.)

And during the physical exam, she made sure not to touch him more than necessary. 

Abby checks on Bee asking if he’s okay, she never expects an in depth answer, just a confirmation and she feels relief when Bee tells her that he is getting better.

On one of his sessions with Bee, she suggests Andrew that he should tell someone about his scars, preferably someone who has already seen them. 

Andrew knows what Bee is trying and Bee knows that Andrew knows and Andrew knows Bee knows that Andrew knows.

In the end, he does tell Abby. He keeps it vague and watches her reaction, waiting for a small expression change, but thankfully Abby just listens, and shows no pity, knowing that Andrew would hate it and does not comment.

When he’s done, she just nods and thanks him for telling her and when Andrew leaves, Abby lets the tears she had retained out.

She keeps the truth guarded with her life, glad Andrew trust her enough to say this.

Bee.

It is not a secret that Andrew sees Bee like his mother figure, out of all the woman in his life she was the only one that he didn’t feel the need to be unlike himself, she loved him just the way he was.

It was scary at first, his mind supplied that it would be just like Cass, he just had to wait for the other shoe to come down.

It never did.

So he found himself driving to her office when he needed to understand something or he was just not in a good mental place.

He would also call her when he didn’t have the energy to move.

She was on one of his sides during Aarons trial, helping him keep his cool when he felt like he needed to punch something.

When it had been his turn to say his testimony, he had looked at her and Neil, remembering that they would be with him and that they would show no pity to him.

So the day before Mother’s day, when him and Neil were shopping for clothes, and he saw a coffee mug in the shape of a bee hive that read “To the Bee-st mom” he had to buy it.

The next day he arrives to her office and leaves the cup before leaving without a word.

It fills Bee’s heart when she reads it but knows best than to comment of it on their next session.

But if she uses it everyday and it becomes her favorite mug, no one has to know.

Look at me posting three days in a row, I’m proud of myself ngl. Anyways, have this, hope you like it, I tried my best and this is honestly the longest “headcanon” I’ve ever written.

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Dream SMP Good Omens AU Part 3!

There’s another chapter of the Good Omens AU! This one is Bedrock Bros, it’s on AO3 here, but also below the cut

Technoblade was determined not to care about Tommy. He lost that particular battle.

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"Let me get something clear. I'm not sure why you're here, or what you're planning, but I haven't survived as long as I have by giving strangers the benefit of the doubt.". Technoblade paced around his opponent, making every word clear.

"You may have been able to pull the wool over Phil's eyes, but I see through this whole game. 

You think you can show up in our home, learn our secrets, and report back to your boss, right? 

Well, mark my words: I'm going to find out your plan, I'm going to track down the guy you're working for, and I'm going to get you out of our lives.". He glanced back.

"Are you even listening to me?".

The opponent stared blankly at him through crib bars. Technoblade folded his arms.

"I'm starting to think you might actually be a month-old baby.". Phil walked into the room, looking exasperated. 

"Techno, are you interrogating the child again?"

"Listen, this orphaned child is hiding something, I know it."

"He didn't crack the first seven times you tried this. Just give it a rest, mate."

"I think I have the perfect negotiation strategy this time."

"Which is?"

"The threat of violence. Allow me to demonstrate.". He removed a sword from the wall and held it over the crib.

"Who do you work for?". Tommy looked at the blade like it was the coolest thing he'd seen in his young life and reached for it. Techno held it out of the child's reach. 

Phil, unamused, swooped in, took the sword out of his hands, and half-led half-pushed him out of the house.

"I think that's enough for today."

"But-"

"Nope!”

"Just promise me you won't trust him."

"I already don't, but it's my job to keep Tommy away from danger, and I think a sword qualifies."

"I wasn't going to stab a baby. It was an intimidation tactic, I was intimidating the baby.".

Phil apparently thought that was a ridiculous thing to do, and he closed the door, leaving Techno on the porch.

The new neighbors were out in their yards. 

The surly one two houses down with the business suit flipped him off as a way of greeting, while the strange guitar guy waved cheerfully, "accidentally" pointing a garden hose at the businessman in the process. 

Technoblade hadn't bothered to learn either of their names. He neither liked nor trusted them, but they weren't the most important issue at hand. 

No, the most important thing right now is figuring out how to end the Tommy Problem, so me and Phil can be unbothered and safe. I look after my family and no one else.

His days of living in our home are numbered.

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Now, knowing your enemy is crucial to any conflict. 

So, when Technoblade wasn't maintaining the old secret identity, exercising Steve, or looking after his collections of books and bones, he was gathering intel. 

Unfortunately for him, babies were perhaps the most boring creatures in existence. 

They couldn't speak, they couldn't move around much, they didn't have any kind of personal philosophy to argue against. 

Even after two years of gathering information, he wasn't able to learn much about the thing's strengths, weaknesses, and motivations besides the basics:

Strengths: Phil's protecting him and might be a bit attached.

Weaknesses: A literal baby, untrained in combat.

Motivations: ??? An enigma.

He was a patient man, but two years of learning nothing was testing his patience. This was the only reason why he agreed to look after the toddler for an afternoon.

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Phil dropped Tommy off at Techno's house with very little prior warning. 

Techno hadn't been expecting to ever have to look after a toddler, even for a couple of hours, and he reacted to the idea with reluctance.

"Why can't Wilbur do this again?"

“Because I’m leaving to go look for him. I had a concerning phone call, and Wilbur might be in trouble with the law or something worse. It’s a long story, but could you please watch Tommy for a little while?”. 

Technoblade tried not to show his distaste for the idea of babysitting, and agreed. 

All I have to do is keep him alive and unharmed for a couple of hours, hopefully learning more about what he is and why we have him. I can do that.

As soon as Phil left, he found a notebook and pen. He was going to take copious notes to make this worth it.

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1:32 PM: The kid has just been released into my house. He immediately tried to fall down the basement stairs. I stopped him, but he's on the loose again.

1:45 PM: Note to self, add Unlimited Energy to the strengths column.

2:00 PM: Another round of are all children like this, or is it a supernatural thing! He apparently has the capacity to scream for five minutes straight without breathing. This is because he's upset that I won't let him on the basement stairs, which he has decided is the best part of the house because I don't want him there.

2:04 PM: On the loose once more.

2:15 PM: It's like someone released a miniature earthquake into my house. This thing is chaos incarnate loose on the mortal plane.

2:28 PM: he may or may not have a knife

2:29 PM: Crisis averted, he does not have a knife anymore.

2:33 PM: It has now been over an hour. The child is alive, my sanity is not.

2:46 PM: Steve likes him. He's an impeccable judge of character most of the time, wonder what went wrong. This would be kind of sweet, if it weren't for the fact that Phil might see that I googled if polar bears ate children.

2:47 PM: Just to clarify: Steve has not eaten the child at the time of this entry.

4:19 PM: You know what really annoys me? The voices haven't helped at all with this. I'd assume one of you would have some helpful advice, but it's just "blood for the blood god" and "E". I know that I didn't become the blood god by saying "Yeah, that seems like a reasonable amount of blood", but there are other things in life.

4:23 PM: I think I finally figured out something. The kid likes fire and (again, is that normal for human children??) and I'm exploding things at a safe distance. He's entertained, I'm getting rid of my spare Molotov cocktails, this is fine. 

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Techno put the notebook aside and lit another fuse. 

He looked up to the window, where Steve was curled up around Tommy, stopping him from going anywhere. 

He casually got out of the way of the explosion, let it happen, and ran back to the window nook in the house. Tommy was still grinning and staring at the crater in wonder.

I'm not completely failing at this.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Techno wasn't planning on answering it, but a certain guardian demon walked unsteadily into the house anyway.

Wilbur looked somewhat dazed, like he'd been through hell and back in the last three hours. One of his hands was hidden in his coat, but Technoblade was pretty sure he was covering a wound.

Tommy looked even more excited about seeing him than he was about the explosions, and he ran over, clinging on to Wilbur. 

Despite the state he was in, he smiled down at the toddler.

Techno waited to the side for an explanation, not sure of the right way to ask someone if they'd been in an alleyway shootout recently. 

Eventually, Wilbur looked up.

"If you see a man in a sonic onesie, kill him on sight."

"Heh?"

"Just some advice. Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of Tommy for these couple of hours, but I'm back."

"Wilbur, from what I can see you're going to pass out in five minutes. You're not going to look after a toddler."

"Excuse me, I haven't slept since the 19th century and I'm not starting now."

"What?"

"Ignore that. I sleep as much as humans do. The point is, I'm here to relieve you from your post.". 

Technoblade thought about it. 

On the one hand, the chaos gremlin would be removed from my house. 

On the other hand, it's just my luck that someone only shows up once I figured out how to kind of deal with the situation. 

Also, that guy's at least on Death's lawn if not his doorstep.

"I don't need you to swoop in and take the credit, but thanks. I've been handling this just fine on my own.". A puzzled expression flickered on Wilbur's face, but he eventually nodded.

"Fine. I guess."

"When you pass out in three minutes, try not to do it in the potato garden or the bush."

"Not going to do that, but sure thing.". With that, Wilbur slowly got Tommy to let go of him and left into the evening. Technoblade turned to the child.

"Alright, let's explode something else."

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A little later that night, a voicemail was sent to Phil.

"If you're still looking for Wilbur, you can stop. He's back, and he's not dead. I mean, he's not exactly dead. 

Apparently, he got into a gunfight with Sonic the Hedgehog. He's in", and there was a muffled crash, followed by a long sigh from Techno as he stared at the wall in disappointment.

"He's in the bush. Please collect him. Also, please collect your actual child, he's tried to chew on a skull. Thanks.".

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Since the first time looking after Tommy hadn't been a complete disaster, Techno didn't object when he was needed again. 

After all, the more he learned, the more he theoretically grew closer to bringing their lives back to normalcy. 

So, he was like 8% of Tommy's childhood. He was no Wilbur, but the kid was still part of his life. 

Little traces of Tommy were everywhere in his house, except for the basement, which remained under lock and key. 

The walls were scribbled on, the fridge raided too many times to count, and action figures hidden in every corner.

Whenever he got the chance, he'd find a way to test the kid for some kind of supernatural ability. 

So far, Tommy was able to leave salt circles, touch iron and silver, didn't care when he cooked eggshells, and could absolutely enter places without being invited (in fact, that seemed like his favorite thing to do).

Technoblade was certain that Tommy wasn't human, but he had to admit that the likelihood of him being a spy was slim. 

He seemed like a perfectly regular child, or as regular as the circumstances allowed. 

Techno had met his share of liars and actors in his day (hell, his neighbors fit the criteria), but he'd never come across anything that could tell a lie that convincing.

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One would expect the years to fly by for someone like Technoblade, since he'd seen so many of them. 

However, time had never sped or slowed for him. The years always felt like the exact same length of time.

Still, it was odd how fast Tommy grew up.

The years still felt like plain old years, no faster or slower, but it was a surprise when Technoblade realized that the kid was seven already.

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Tommy liked comic books where the heroes won, so Techno hadn't expected him to like Greek myths. 

He'd only read them to him because he'd been demanding a story, and it was either the book of mythology or Sun Tzu's The Art of War. 

Seeing as Tommy was a second-grader, military tactics went a bit over his head.

"So, Hades decided to let Orpheus leave the underworld with Eurydice under one condition: He couldn't look back to see if she was following him. If he doubted the gods and looked behind him before they both reached the sun, he would lose her forever."

"That's dumb."

"The gods don't like being doubted."

"If he goes into the underworld to get her back, they should be able to leave without some trick!"

"Yeah, the gods are also jerks sometimes.". Tommy curled up on the couch, trying to turn the page to find out what would happen next. 

Techno had hoped that a story would calm him down, but his energy seemed even higher than before, since he was invested in the plot.

"Do they make it?"

"We're getting there. Orpheus walked back through Hades-"

"He walked through Hades?"

"Hades the place, not Hades the god. He named his kingdom after himself."

"That's not a good way to name a kingdom. I wouldn't want to live in a place named Tommyland, even if I did have a country. I should have a country."

“Tommy, you don’t want to run a government.”

"It isn't a government if it's all me!"

"That-That's absolute monarchy. That's worse."

"If you could, would you clone yourself? I would. I'd have a clone country."

"Do you want to find out what happens next in the story or not?". Tommy quickly nodded, and let Techno continue.

"Orpheus walked back through Hades, not knowing if Eurydice was behind him or not. He walked through the Elysian Fields, and the pits of Tartarus, and the endless wasteland of the shades of Asphodel."

"What's Asphodel?"

"Asphodel is where they put souls who weren't good or bad, but just kind of there. It's like the ancient Greek version of purgatory. They just stand in a meadow for all of eternity there."

"Sounds boring."

"It is. Anyway, Orpheus walked through all of Hades's kingdom. He could only hear his own footsteps and his breathing, and had no way of telling if Eurydice had followed. 

When he crossed the river Styx, he asked the ferryman if there was anyone behind him, but Charon refused to answer him. 

He got to the other side of the river, and all he had to do was walk through the tunnel to the surface."

"So he makes it?"

"We're getting there. Orpheus was almost to the surface, when things started to go badly for him in a special way. See, most Greek heroes are stopped by their hubris, but-"

"What's hubris?"

"Overconfidence. Arrogance. The type of person who'd try to take things from the gods instead of asking."

"Like Wilbur!"

"Exactly like Wilbur. But Orpheus was just built different. 

Instead of being overconfident, his fatal flaw was doubting too much. He trusted no one, especially not himself. 

So, just as he was about to step into the sun, he turned around to check if Eurydice was behind him. 

And she was. She'd been behind him the whole time, but when he gave in to his doubts and turned to look, she disappeared forever.". Technoblade closed the book. Tommy was quiet, picking at a loose thread on a cushion.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's basically the story."

"That's not fair. He goes down into the scariest place in the cosmos to get back the person he loves, and then loses because he turns around a couple feet from the finish line?"

"He gave into his fatal flaw. That's how most of these work."

"Hades probably knew that was his fatal flaw. And he chose that test to make him lose.". Techno blinked. He'd never thought about it that way.

"I mean, that's probably true. Like I said, the gods are jerks.". Tommy seemed disappointed by that, slumping and burying his face in Steve's fur.

"Do any of these have happy endings?". 

Technoblade looked through the table of contents. 

Achilles dies. Jason dies. Bellerophon dies. Atalanta got turned into a lion. Heracles and Icarus and Meleager all die. Even Theseus dies in disgrace. Seems like everyone dies, except-

"Perseus turns out okay.". Tommy brightened up a bit at that.

"Can you tell me about him?". 

Technoblade found the right page and began telling the story of the man who got to go on a quest and survive. 

The whole time, Tommy had his head on his shoulder, staring at the illustrations. Techno's arm fell asleep after a few minutes, but he neither noticed nor minded.

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If anyone asked Techno if he cared about Tommy, he'd laugh in their face.

Of course he didn't! There was still a plan to get rid of him, it was just....delayed.

Once he grew up and went to college, he'd technically be out of the house. Which meant that the plan would still have paid off. Still a partial victory on his part.

Anyway, he'd say in very clear terms that he didn't care about Tommy. He was just some kid.

A kid that spent a lot of time at his house. A kid that he'd seen grow up. A kid that obviously cared about him.

The same kid that he taught how to throw a punch when he got into a fight at school, and which heroes corresponded to which constellations, and to call him whenever he needed help.

He'd say that he didn't care about that kid. But, out of the many liars he'd met over his long life, he was one of the worst. 

And when Phil called him with a plan to make sure that Tommy stayed safe, he agreed, even though it would inconvenience him a fair bit.

Because above all else, Technoblade looked after his family.

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Thu., Sept., 30, 2021

September  17_September 30

THE HOLY MARTYR FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE (137)

The Holy Martyrs Saint Sophia and her Daughters Faith, Hope and Love were born in Italy. Their mother was a pious Christian widow who named her daughters for the three Christian virtues. Faith was twelve, Hope was ten, and Love was nine. Saint Sophia raised them in the love of the Lord Jesus Christ. Saint Sophia and her daughters did not hide their faith in Christ, but openly confessed it before everyone.

An official named Antiochus denounced them to the emperor Hadrian (117-138), who ordered that they be brought to Rome. Realizing that they would be taken before the emperor, the holy virgins prayed fervently to the Lord Jesus Christ, asking that He give them the strength not to fear torture and death. When the holy virgins and their mother came before the emperor, everyone present was amazed at their composure. They looked as though they had been brought to some happy festival, rather than to torture. Summoning each of the sisters in turn, Hadrian urged them to offer sacrifice to the goddess Artemis. The young girls remained unyielding.

Then the emperor ordered them to be tortured. They burned the holy virgins over an iron grating, then threw them into a red-hot oven, and finally into a cauldron with boiling tar, but the Lord preserved them.

The youngest child, Love, was tied to a wheel and they beat her with rods until her body was covered all over with bloody welts. After undergoing unspeakable torments, the holy virgins glorified their Heavenly Bridegroom and remained steadfast in the Faith.

They subjected Saint Sophia to another grievous torture: the mother was forced to watch the suffering of her daughters. She displayed adamant courage, and urged her daughters to endure their torments for the sake of the Heavenly Bridegroom. All three maidens were beheaded, and joyfully bent their necks beneath the sword.

In order to intensify Saint Sophia’s inner suffering, the emperor permitted her to take the bodies of her daughters. She placed their remains in coffins and loaded them on a wagon. She drove beyond the city limits and reverently buried them on a high hill. Saint Sophia sat there by the graves of her daughters for three days, and finally she gave up her soul to the Lord. Even though she did not suffer for Christ in the flesh, she was not deprived of a martyr’s crown. Instead, she suffered in her heart. Believers buried her body there beside her daughters.

The relics of the holy martyrs have rested at El’zasa, in the church of Esho since the year 777.

ST. LAMBERT, HIEROMARTYR OF MAASTRICHT (704)

He was born to a noble family in Maastricht (in modern-day Belgium). When his spiritual father Bishop Theodard was killed in 671, St Lambert was elected Bishop of Maastricht despite his youth. He was loved by his flock for his holiness, ascetic labors and almsgiving, but was driven from his see in 675 after his patron King Childeric II was assasinated. He withdrew to the Monastery of Stavelot where he lived for seven years as one of the brethren, claiming no privileges despite his office. Once, getting up to pray during the night, he accidentally disturbed the monastic silence. The Abbot called out for whoever was responsible to do penance by standing barefoot in the snow before a cross outside the monastery church. In the morning the Abbot was dismayed to see the Bishop standing barefoot, covered with snow, before the cross, his face shining. The Abbot sought to apologize, but Lambert replied that he was honored to serve God like the Apostles, in cold and nakedness.   When King Pepin of Heristal took power in 681, he restored Lambert to his see, despite the Saint's desire to remain in obscurity. The holy bishop renewed his pastoral labors with vigor, visiting the most distant parishes and preaching the Gospel to the pagans who still inhabited the area, despite danger and threats. But when King Pepin put away his wife and replaced her with his concubine Alpais, St Lambert was the only Bishop who dared to rebuke him. For this he incurred the wrath of Alpais, who ordered his death. His assassins carried out their evil commission, even though they found a cross shining above the humble dwelling where he was staying.   Saint Lambert is one of the best-loved Saints of Belgium, where many parish churches are dedicated to him.

MARK 6:30-45

30 Then the apostles gathered to Jesus and told Him all things, both what they had done and what they had taught. 31 And He said to them, "Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while." For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat. 32 So they departed to a deserted place in the boat by themselves. 33 But the multitudes saw them departing, and many knew Him and ran there on foot from all the cities. They arrived before them and came together to Him. 34And Jesus, when He came out, saw a great multitude and was moved with compassion for them, because they were like sheep not having a shepherd. So He began to teach them many things. 35 When the day was now far spent, His disciples came to Him and said, "This is a deserted place, and already the hour is late. 36 Send them away, that they may go into the surrounding country and villages and buy themselves bread; for they have nothing to eat. 37 But He answered and said to them, "You give them something to eat." And they said to Him, "Shall we go and buy two hundred denarii worth of bread and give them something to eat?" 38 But He said to them, "How many loaves do you have? Go and see." And when they found out they said, "Five, and two fish." 39 Then He commanded them to make them all sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in ranks, in hundreds and in fifties.41 And when He had taken the five loaves and the two fish, He looked up to heaven, blessed and broke the loaves, and gave them to His disciples to set before them; and the two fish He divided among them all. 42 So they all ate and were filled. 43 And they took up twelve baskets full of fragments and of the fish. 44 Now those who had eaten the loaves were about five thousand men. 45 Immediately He made His disciples get into the boat and go before Him to the other side, to Bethsaida, while He sent the multitude away.

GALATIANS 3:23-4:5

23 But before faith came, we were kept under guard by the law, kept for the faith which would afterward be revealed. 24 Therefore the law was our tutor to bring us to Christ, that we might be justified by faith. 25 But after faith has come, we are no longer under a tutor. 26 For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. 27 For as many of you were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. 28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. 29 And if you are Christ's, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.

1 Now I say that the heir, as long as he is a child, does not differ at all from a slave, though he is master of all, 2 but is under guardians and stewards until the time appointed by the father. 3 Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world. 4 But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, 5 to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons.