#Also our member count can't stay on one number

[hypnosiacon-archived]

System brains seem to love having a theme, it's so strange. We have a bunch of immortals, the majority of whom are revival-immortals (ones that can die, but always come back in some manner). Maybe being a "mythic" or something like that might suit you better than deity - related to a/being a mythical creature?

I'm not mythic, no, I don't think so.

Yeah I used theriomythic in the past, but it still doesn't feels right (also the word itself gives not the right color-vibes.... do I have an synesthesia or not???) like uuuhhh Dovah were pretty much real, even if there they are not present here, and still they are "fictional". And the demon is... not exactly mythical it's like... a local legend or idk. And a bunch of my alterhuman identity is not related to myths in any way, I think.

I remember I used cryptid when I discovered my demon type, and it's still kind of the best way to explain my behavior in relation to this type. Servant doesn't feels right either, like Leviathan is not really a servant, not really a chosen one, but still is something important for a deity, that created him. I feel like there should be a word for something like this, I just... don't know, I feel like something red-orangy-dark-gray or something idk

[auroralwriting]

poker face

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

spencer and you go to the casino to find the unsub. you think he looks pretty hot playing poker.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: making out, gambling, poker face spencer aghhh

"Forensics got a fingerprint match on the last victim. Eddie Langdon. We're looking into him." You said as you walked back into the office that held some of your team members.

Hotch came in behind you, "Hey, any luck?" Emily asked.

"No, they don't want to allocate agency funds for the buy-in. I'm still working on it." Hotch replied, looking down to his phone as he got back on another call.

Rossi chuckled, "Well, I can't imagine why not. We're only asking for fifty thousand bucks of taxpayer money so that FBI agents can play Texas hold 'em."

Emily eyed Rossi, "Hey, what about you?"

"What about me? What?"

"You could stake us the buy-in." Emily smirked.

Spencer sat down next to you, "Yeah, you're a best-selling author."

You nodded enthusiastically, "Don't forget a best-selling author and longtime FBI agent. You could loan us the money, or something."

"No," Rossi shook his head.

"Why not?" Emily frowned.

"One, it's against regulations, and I'd like to hold on to this job for a little while longer." Rossi began.

Under your breath, you muttered, "It's just a little violation, 's all."

Rossi just rolled his eyes at your comment. "And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things, like single-malt scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork."

"Poker chips are things!" JJ replied quickly with a smile.

Rossi just scoffed as Spencer spoke up again. "Maybe just think of it as like a new experience. I mean, at your age, how often does that happen?" Oh, no he didn't.

"At my what?" Rossi slowly turned his head to Spencer who just gulped and awkwardly looked away.

"Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy." You said slowly. "They government isn't going to give us the money. You're our only way to catch this killer. Please?" You paused for a moment. "And if it helps, you can just write a new book to get some more cha-ching."

Rossi sighed, "All right, fine. But I'm ignoring that last comment. I'm a decent poker player, but I can't promise that I can stay in the game long enough to--"

"You know what?" Emily interrupted. "I bet you're a great poker player, but what if we sent in Reid?"

"I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump because of my card-counting ability." Spencer commented as if it was the most casual thing in the whole world.

You raised your hand slightly, "Why did I not know this sooner?"

"Look, I know I'm not a genius like the boy wonder here, but poker is not Blackjack." Rossi argued. "It's about bluffing, reading human nature, head games. It's not math."

That's when Spencer stood up, "That's not entirely accurate. There actually is a mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus one, with N representing the estimated number of players in the final round of betting--"

"Okay! Fine, I surrender!" Rossi cut Spencer off quickly. "Just try not to lose all my money. Actually, you know what?" Rossi quickly spoke your name. "Take her with you, I don't want you losing all my money and if she needs to interrupt the game, then so be it."

Your eyes widened, "Rossi, I've never stepped foot into a casino in my life."

"You'll be fine!" Rossi waved it off as Spencer gave you a comforting look.

Oh, this was not what you expected at all.

Spencer and you had to get checked by security with the handheld metal detectors. Yours didn't go off, but Spencer's did. He played it off as just a pen. Thank god they accepted that.

The two of you walked in. For someone who stared at dead bodies and killers all day, this was the most nerve wracking thing you'd experienced in a while. It also didn't help that Hotch decided you and Spencer were to play a couple when you had such a big crush on him.

"Hey," Spencer muttered, "It's okay."

"Just nervous," You replied under your breath. The two of you made your way to the bar. Spencer got himself a drink, and you got some champagne. "Is it really just math?"

Spencer nodded, "Math, and a little bit of luck."

The moment you felt Spencer take your hand, you tried to pull away. "Spencer, what about germs--"

"I don't mind your germs, you're my friend. Plus, we have a part to play, remember?" Spencer muttered, locking his fingers between yours. Your heart pounded as you did the same.

"I'll observe as you play," You muttered, remembering the list of things you needed to look for to find the unsub. "I know you don't need it, but good luck."

Spencer smiled at you, the comment being just so sweet and innocent. "Thank you." You looked so nervous, so out of place. It made Spencer notice you more.

Spencer had taken a seat at a table, which you stood behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Your hands rested on the back of the chair. So far, no one caught your eye, until one man at another table did. Casually, you poked Spencer and he caught onto your stare.

"You know, would it be all right if I sat at table two instead of four? I have a pre-glaucoma condition and the light's kind of bothering my eyes." Spencer called over the employee, who took him to the desired table.

The men didn't just eye Spencer as he sat down, you noticed they eyed you too. Defensively, you wrapped your arms around Spencer's neck from behind. "Ah, I'm calling." One of the men said."

"I'll raise." One guy said. You stared at him, noticing his red eyes. Weird. "Eight thousand."

"Eight thousand.. That's, uh, fifty-six months wages for the average person in Bangladesh." Spencer commented casually. In reply, you giggled and played with some of hair, pushing it out of his face. Spencer hoped you didn't feel his face turn hot under your fingers. "Uh, kind of makes you think, doesn't it?"

"Hey, it's eight thou to you." One guy remarked. "Now, are you in or are you out?"

Spencer sighed, "I.. am in. And I raise."

"Three raise? That's too rich for my blood." The guy sighed. One man, the one who raised before Spencer, bored holes into him.

"Are you in, sir?" Spencer asked.

"I'll call."

"Call?"

Spencer flipped his cards, "Straight."

Based on everyone's reactions and Spencer's coy face, straight was a very good thing. Playing the act, you kissed Spencer's forehead and squealed lightly, deciding to stroke his cheek for a moment. "A gut shot straight draw? Are you kidding me?"

"That is just-- that is nuts."

It was no wonder Spencer was banned from casinos. Spencer's poker face was good. He simply just covered his mouth after a moment and stared, watching everyone's reactions. His hand slowly ran down to his chin, and in that moment, it did it for you. Sure, Spencer was your cute little nerd, but he'd never been so hot to you.

You noticed next to the man who was staring, he had an eight ball keychain. "Hey, mind if I look at this?" You asked, reaching for it.

The man was quick to grab your hand hard. Spencer jumped into action, pulling you from him.

"Hey. What's the problem, sir?" An employee asked.

"She's reaching for my chips!"

"I'm not even in the game," You remarked.

The employee grabbed your arms, "You need to come with me."

If Spencer's eyes could've gotten any wider, they would've popped out of his head. "Hey! Don't manhandle her! She can walk, let go!" Spencer ripped the mans arms off of you and pulled you into his chest. "Come on, love. Let's just go."

Spencer's words caused your chest to tingle as he guided you away. You watched as he clicked the call-device, it lit up red. The look on the mans face, your unsub, was clear. He knew.

You met up with the team as you were lead out the doors, "They're FBI agents," Hotch informed the guard.

"There he goes, plaid shirt, baseball hat." Spencer pointed.

After searching the whole casino, the unsub made a break for it. His name was Curtis Banks. You and Spencer were sent to his house to see if he was there. After a quick search, it was clear he wasn't there.

"Hey Hotch, he isn't here. There's a foreclosure sign in the lawn." You informed your chief.

"All right, you and Reid stay there in case he comes back." Hotch hung up the phone.

You shrugged to Spencer, "And we wait."

After a beat of silence, Spencer turned to you. "At the casino, you couldn't keep your hands off of me after I won." Spencer said out of nowhere. "Your physical proximity was close, you frequently stared at me--"

"I was playing my part," You argued.

"Yeah, too well." Spencer pointed out. "Were you checking me out?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, "No. Why would I do that?"

"Look at me and say it," Spencer demanded, but his tone wasn't harsh. It was simply just firm. "You won't look at me."

Slowly, you turned to look at Spencer, "I wasn't checking you out."

"You can't look me in the eyes. You've never not looked me in the eyes." Spencer continued.

"Stop profiling me," You tried to end the discussion. It was clear Spencer had caught you. You weren't interested in being turned down, especially when you were in some sort of steak-out with the genius.

Spencer frowned, "I'm not profiling you. I'm just telling you as it is."

"That's what profiling is," You countered. "We don't need to have this conversation. Was I checking you out? Yes, I was. Is that what you wanted me to say? That you looked so damn hot winning thousands of dollars with your best poker face while you let me all over you?"

Spencer said your name, but you kept rambling. It took him grabbing your chin and forcing your face closer to his to make you stop. "You think I'm hot?"

"Yeah," You stuttered. "Yeah, I do."

Slowly, Spencer trailed his finger over your bottom lip. "I always thought you were the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen."

"Where's this confidence coming from?" You asked.

Spencer shrugged, "Gamblers frequently experience a phenomenon called the 'winning high,' it releases dopamine and adrenaline, making gamblers do riskier things than they'd normally do."

"You gonna use that high to kiss me?" Your voice was a mere mutter. Your lips were just grazing Spencers.

"Is that what you want?" Spencer lowly asked.

"What do you think?" You retorted.

Spencer's lips slammed onto your own, harder than you expected. His large hand had the back of your neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer. It was hot, just how you wanted it. Flimsily, Spencer reached to the bottom of his seat to scoot it back. His hands went to your hips, guiding you to move across the seats to his lap.

"You know, we're still on the lookout." You mumbled, pressing another kiss to the genius's lips.

"They haven't called us yet." Spencer challenged, hand running down your back to your waist.

Slowly, Spencer's hand began to creep up your shirt, just to your navel-level. His kisses descended to your neck, pressing opened mouth, warm kisses to your skin.

"Spence," You whined, grabbing his hair to push him closer. He sighed in reply.

You both jolted when your phone began to ring. You grabbed it quickly, "What?"

"Ooh, someone's frisky." Derek teased over the phone. "We got the guy. You two are all good to head back."

"Thanks, Morgan. See you back there." You hung up the phone, tossing it back to to your seat. "Looks like we have to wrap this up."

Spencer smirked, "We fly back in the morning. We'll find some time soon."

Spencer's words weren't a tease, they were a promise.

[statementlou]

https://www.tumblr.com/louisupdates/754934426217152513/goodbye-faith-in-the-future-world-tour-272024?source=share

did he or did he not lose fans then?

I will answer this because this anon actually brings a concrete question to the table rather than just "hurhur but you're a larrie??" (tell me you can't actually refute any of our points…). Anyway this post shows the decrease in Louis instagram followers between the screenshots taken directly after the release of Faith in the Future in Nov '22, when he changed his bio to promote that album and the tour tickets, and now, when he changed it again to mention the current release. But I'm putting that response under a cut because I'm tired of the actual POINT of all this nonsense getting lost in a sea of made up things people insist are important:

There is no rational argument you can make to say that Louis has less fans now than he did 2, 4, or 6 years ago. You don't need a spreadsheet of details you need to USE YOUR EYES! He has gone from filling theaters to filling arenas and stadiums. His second album made a higher chart position than his first album. His festival has doubled in size EVERY year of its existence. And for that matter: his insta post engagement numbers remain about the same (despite the fact that older posts should have way MORE likes due to having been there longer, even aside from follower counts.) SO WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS INSTA FOLLOWER NUMBER???? Serious question: what does the word "fans" mean if these things aren't what matters? ALL of this quibbling about what he should do to make things better and people can't even see that THINGS AREN'T BAD.

Anyway to address the specific question- (con't......)

NO- HE DID NOT LOSE FANS. HE LOST SOME INSTA FOLLOWERS. THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING. As I said above, literally what does it mean to lose fans if that number change coincides with him having higher sales, more audience members, and higher engagement than ever before? Whatever he lost ISN'T FANS. I wouldn't be surprised if a significant factor was something like a bot purge, but also yes: I'm sure a lot of casuals followed him around the time of his big album release and later unfollowed him. That's extremely normal because that's how casual engagement works, and why the definition of fan really matters. Louis and his team understand this and have referenced it repeatedly, talking about how lucky he is to have *us* specifically, to have the kind of dedicated fanbase he has, to have the KIND of fans he does who will allow him to do what HE wants. @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram named the issue of depth vs breadth with regard to fans a long time ago, and pointed out why having DEPTH is so much more important. It's like this- artists who are on top 40 radio have more numbers on things like insta follows, and for a time on sales and tickets. But those aren't FANS- they're people with a casual interest. And as soon as that person isn't being forced in their ears 10x a day, those people lose interest and stop supporting them, stop buying stuff and unfollow, and those artists end up doing the 'opener on the jingle ball' circuit rather than their own tours. One Direction as a whole, and Louis maybe most of all or near to at this point, have something MUCH MORE VALUABLE than that- DEPTH FANS. Louis has fans who will support him even if he takes years to release music, or stops parading around with a pretend girlfriend to stay in the headlines at least once a month, or completely changes his image and genre, and that is UNHEARD OF. It's ASTONISHING and worth SO MUCH MORE. And they get that! THAT is why he always bragging about us, why industry people he works with are always so agog about us, why he will do anything for US- not for randos. He is also growing his breadth- and it's OBVIOUSLY WORKING whatever his follower counts are, but that is always going to be secondary to doing things for THE FANDOM because that is his sustainable business model. That is what keeps him onstage and reaching number one. And not coincidentally, the things they do are also working to grow that- much more valuable- commodity. So the fact that that's exactly what these chuckleheads complain about- that he does things that are just fandom facing or serving rather than everything being aimed at recruiting casual fans- does nothing but betray how completely they, unlike Louis and his team, misunderstand the actual drivers of his (actual, existing, happening) success. Luckily for Louis, he and his team rely on their own data harvesting (they do a LOT of it) and growth metrics (they're off the charts) rather than the smug assumptions of random (mostly quite new to this) fans and the few bitter people leading the complaining about everything Louis does.

[imagine-lcorp]

Stubborn Love (One Shot)

Request

Hi! How about where Lena and reader broke up because Lena want to focus on being a CEO, fast forward in the future where they meet again and Reader has a child with her, whose also Lena's, and Lena tries to make up with reader and their child (Time where women can make a baby together, if you're okay with that)

A/N: Hey little beans!! missed me? Ok so a lot fo stuff has happened and I know I always promise I'm back, but all things considered I just gotta tell you, I'm just here, lost in space, I'll never be gone so at least theres that, so as long as you're here, I'm here, let's just enjoy our time together. Pls enjoy this little something!

Lena Luthor x  Fem!R//Word Count: 2, 546

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"Give our children your dark-bright eyes or your enchanted smile. So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all the reasons I loved you." -Nizar Qabbani

Kelly put glass of water on the coffee table in front of you and sat next to you on the couch. She put an arm around you, rubbing your back and shoulders, trying to provide any kind of comfort she could.

It had been late at night when you had come knocking at her door. From the moment Kelly had opened it she knew something had happened. Your eyes were swollen?, red and you could barely say a word. You were holding a small bag of luggage beside you with a trembling hand. She practically pulled you inside by pure instinct without asking any of the questions that were swirling in her mind to put you in a safe space. It was her number one priority and she wasn't going to leave your side until she was sure you were alright.

When you were calm enough to speak, Kelly found herself shocked by what had made you come to her in the middle of the night. You and Lena had broken up.

Kelly had known you since she had arrived to National City to help her brother. It had been years ago but she still remembered you and Lena together and how happy you had seemed back then. You were probably one of the most estable relationships she had seen among her friends and it surprised her to find out how things had developed between you two to want to end it so abruptly.

Of all your friends, she was probably the only one who could grasp what you were going through and she promised you she was going to help you sort things out.

"Alex is out in a mission, she'll be back home in a couple of days so you can stay without problem. The spare room is ready." She said as she kept rubbing your back and shoulders. She could only imagine how tired yo would be after what had happened.

"I can't stay." Your voice came out hoarse and in a whisper.

"C'mon, you know I won't let you go like this. It's late, we can get to the problem solving tomorrow."

"No, I…I." You swallowed, gathering yourself as best as you could. "I can't stay in National City."

That took Kelly by surprise. "Let's not rush things, alright?"

"No, Kelly, I can't." You turned to look at her so she could see the determination in your eyes.

"(Y/N), I know this may seem difficult but you need to talk to Lena first. I think- ."

"I'm pregnant." You blurted, leaving Kelly with an open mouth.

There was a moment of hesitation in which Kelly didn't know what to do first. If jump in excitement about the new member of the Superfriends family or hug you because this seemed to trouble you more than she would have expected. Kelly opted for the second option and you let her embrace you, she pulled you into her arms as you let another handful of tears roll down your cheeks.

You would remember that first night after leaving Lena as one one of the most painful ones of your life. Your last conversation with Lena, the way you had left her apartment with a single suitcase in your hand, reaching for someone that could help you, and leaving National City behind to start a new life. Everything had seemed too dark and painful but you had something to pull you forward, someone that was going to change everything.

And so, years later you would find yourself stroking a little head full of black hair with your hand while you held his little body with the other against your chest. Little (Y/S/N), your son, was a little more than four years old. He was the light of your life and you loved him with all your might.

Since you had left National City, it had always been the two of you. From the nine months you carried him in your womb until that moment in your life, you had been inseparable. You had been afraid at first, for him and for yourself. Strangers in a new town, trying to make your own home, with no idea of how family was supposed to work. Things were not perfect, but he didn't need them to be and neither did you. You had made it and you had made something beautiful.

It was also true that you had your own regrets. There were moments when you thought a little too much about the past. About how things could have ended up if you had taken better, or less reckless, decisions. You feared the what ifs, the maybes, and the past that had been left that night at Kelly's door. And one particular ghost still haunted your mind and your heart.

Every time you looked at your son, you looked at her. Black hair, green eyes, and a young mind as sharp as a knife. Now I know whose genetics are stronger, you had thought to yourself with a smile so many times. Of course, if you looked at him you could also recognize yourself. (Y/S/N) was the little perfect combination of the best of you.

"She will have your nose, I'm sure." Lena had told you once, delighted at the thought of having a little you running around the house.

She had been sitting on the floor behind you, with her head placed above your shoulder as you both read the required papers to start the medical process that would make you both mothers. You had leaned back, humming in thought. Your fingers moved through pages and pages of information, trying to grasp as much as you could, amidst the distraction that supposed Lena's breath so close to your neck.

"What if she is a he?" You had questioned with a little smile.

"Then we'll have to think of more names." She had placed a kiss close to your ear and then had helped you read the rest.

It had been years since you had last seen her but there she was, with you, with him, even if you couldn't name her. You had said as much about her as you had been able to to your son when he was old enough to question you about it. Why he didn't a father? Or another mother? Two parents like most kids like him? Because his Mama wasn't ready to come to them yet, you had said, but that one day she was going to, and it pained you to realize how much you wanted for that wishful thing to happen too. And it was not long before it became true.

"(Y/N)?"

The phone had almost slipped from your hand after hearing her voice after so much time.

(Y/S/N) had turned his head away from the TV on the living room to watch you, trying to imagine who was talking on the other side of the line to make his mom make that funny face.

"Lena?" You had answered with a shaking voice.

"It's been a while."

The conversation started as it usually did, with people who used to know everything about each other and ended up becoming complete strangers. An exchange of words, questions and answers that seemed to lead to nothing but the abyss that now separated you from your past selves.

"I'm sorry." You heard her say on the other side with a hesitant tone so rare in her it surprised you even more. "I know I should've called you a long time ago."

"Yeah, you should have." You tried to keep your wounded heart from spilling as you looked at your son.

"Would it be too late if I ask , can we see each other again?"

You sat in the corner of the coffee shop with a warm cup between your fingers, sipping your beverage as you waited. You were nervous. You kept bouncing your leg and looking at the door until you saw her come through it.

It reminded you the very first time you had sat together, in that little coffee shop across the street from the office. You had been dreading the moment she would have to cross the door to meet with you, that if she even thought you were worth her time, after you had asked her to have a coffee with you. You could still remember the little smile playing across her lips when she accepted the invitation and the way your stomach had fluttered when she grabbed your arm, promising to met you after work. Time had passed and there had been no sign of her yet. You feared or a moment she had forgotten, and if that was the case you would not hold it against her. She was a busy woman, what was a coffee date compared to the empire she had to keep from crumbling. Still, you waited and, against all hope and all odds she had come.

Time seemed to freeze when your eyes found each other. She was all goddess looking even after the years you had spent away.

When you finally settled at the table, words seemed to be lost for both of you. Small talk was painfully dull. Another reminder of all that had been lost between you two.

"Lena?" You held your gaze towards her and finally asked her. A question too obvious, maybe, but necessary nevertheless. "Why are we here?"

She smiled, sheepishly and not without a hint of regret in her emerald eyes. "'Cause I was wrong".

The moment you had crossed her door to never come back again was the moment Lena knew what true and complete loneliness meant. An unyielding emptiness filled by shadows and rumors of what life she had with you and she had no one else to blame but herself. She had put her company above you, trying to make it the force of good the world needed and wanted, that she forgot you also needed her and wanted her and loved her.

And when Lena had realized her mistakes, when she had tried to reach you, to bring you back, you were so long gone and lost from her sight that it made her want to destroy everything she had worked so hard to build if that meant she would have you again.

"I'm sorry." Lena's eyes were full of regret.

"Don't be." You shook your head. "You were out there saving the world, trying to change your family legacy and I…I didn't want to hold you back."

"I don't think I would have done most of what I did if it wasn't for you." Her lips curled in a little smile. "We did many great things together."

"Yes, we did." The image of your son flashed through your mind and you swallowed hard. "One in particular, I think you need to know."

You stood in the sidewalk among the rest of parents that waited patiently for the school bell ring. You had not dared to answer Lena's questions about where you were going and why you were there after your encounter but you knew she had surely figured it out by now as you watched her fidget with her hands. Instinctively you reached for them, a gesture that had been so common between you, in an attempt to soothe her and yourself. You held hands as you kept waiting.

"How is he?" Lena asked, her thumb caressing the back of your hand in a nervous tick.

"He's very smart, first of his class." Lena raised her brows in surprise. "He likes big animals, wants a bike for Christmas, and wants to be an astronaut before becoming an Olympic athlete, in all sports." You sighed with a smile.

"Wonderful." A wave of warmth rushed through her, feeling herself proud of the little boy she was about to meet, and a moment of silence passed before she dared to ask. "Why did you never tell me about him?"

"I didn't know how." You took a deep breath. "Back then, you were so focused on being a CEO, on working for the good of the people. I saw how much it took from you but I also understood how big that responsibility was. It's true, what I said before. I didn't want to hold you back. I didn't want us to be a distraction, not particularly after our last fight."

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel that way." Lena turned to look at you with pleading eyes. "I never wanted you to face this alone and I'm here to amends…If you let me."

You couldn't say more as the bell finally rang. You could feel your heart pounding hard against your chest and you squeezed Lena's hand.

"Ready to meet him?" You managed to said.

"I am." Lena nodded.

You headed inside the building with the rest of the parents, ready to pick your son. You reached her classroom in no time, greeting his teacher and asking if your son had behaved during class. His teacher was all smiles when she told you your son had been in nothing but his best behavior. Then she called your son and you watched from the door as he stepped out of his little chair, rushing towards you. You picked him up, holding him in your arms, and thanked the teacher before turning around to leave.

You asked him about his day and the things he had learned that day. He replied with nothing but excitement and you were happy to hear him.

"Hey, I bring a friend today with me." You said after he had finished. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Yeah." He replied with a smile.

You walked through the hallway and there, sitting in a bench, was Lena waiting patiently for you. She rose from her seat once she saw you approach and her face couldn't hide her awe. As if she was seeing a true miracle, she didn't know what to do or what to say, until you were close enough.

"Hi." She said wearing that beautiful smile of hers.

"Hi." Your son responded with his little voice.

"My name is Lena, nice o meet you."

"You're pretty." He said, making you and Lena chuckle.

"What do we say when we meet new people?" You reminded your son.

"I'm (Y/S/N). Nice to meet you, Lena."

"Good boy." You said kissing his temple.

Lena took a look at him, seeing herself in that little face and there was no denying he was hers and yours. A pang of regret struck her heart for all the years she had not known about him. If she had only called after you, if she had called you, if she had tried to contact you sooner rather than later, how different things would have been for you three. But she was there, with you and your son, and that was all that mattered to her.

This time, she promised herself, she was going to do whatever that was in her hands to make it up to you and she wasn't going to waste another moment.

[maggotwithanf]

BACK FROM WASTELAND.

Holy shit this was a brutal one for my tribe but we made it through the hottest WW on record. We had multiple tribe members get hospitalized or sent to medical for Jugger, Thunderdome, heat exhaustion, and worse. But we're all here for each other, and that's what counts!!!

Ok NAMES TIME: Mush!!! It was SO GOOD TO MEET YOU IN PERSON!! I can't wait to hang more next year aaaaaaaaAAAAA

Pupcake/Missfortune, & Mr. Privilege, you are TRULY the dream blunt rotation and I love you both SO MUCH and I can't wait to blast off to Thotumn at Neo!!! Pupcake, I love you and I can't wait for more WWs with you!! Mr P I also especially cannot wait to shtick some shtick at you and touch your deck some more at the LCC and beyond (at the CTRL ALT WIN. obviously.)

Disaster, you are LEGITIMATELY one of my favorite people in the Wastes and beyond!! The Rat Trap is the most magical place on earth and I will never forget watching the sun rise on the last day of Neo with you!! BALORT FOREVER. You have no idea what the Rat Trap being real and there every Great Gathering means to me :'))

Warbird, I loved getting to know you and wander the wastes with you!!! You're so fun I can't believe we haven't hung more!!

FROG. MY LOVE. You are SO BRAVE for surviving this WW and the gnarliest Thunderdome injury in ODS history. You are amazing and loved and I can't wait to see you on Kepler!!!

To my LCC VIP Blackjack Squad: Barter Jinx, Sweet Dee, The Plague, Numbers, (Triple) Ace, Pedromeo, and of course our newest inductee Squints: *slams table* WINNING ALL THE TIME WINNING ALL THE TIME WINNING ALL THE TIIIIME I can't wait to blackjack every fucking night again for the 5th year in a row!!!!

Donut, GoGurt, THANKS FOR SAVING ME FROM HEATSTROKE HOLY SHIT. Donut especially for carrying me half the way like a fireman & GoGurt for staying with me the whole time /sob

And of course, to our Operation Dessert Storm inductees this year: Dr Pepper, Waffles, the Muffin Man, Champain, Snatch Goblin, Chef, Cap'n Crunch, Tart, Airhead, Big League Chew, Jammy Dodger, WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!! Some of you have obvs been here longer than I have but inductions come in batches like muffins and I love you all so much!!!!!!!

Tart: I love you so much and can't wait to bug hunt on Kepler with you :'))) you mean SO MUCH to me!!!

I know I'm missing a bunch of people but SCREAMING. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. Special shoutout to Baby Ruth the very first unborn ODS member to complete their first WW in the womb (congrats Sweet Justice & Twix!!!) as well as the beautiful newlyweds Bear & Bananaz!! BONERTOWN FOREVER!!!!

xoxoxoxoxo PVT MEAT

p.s. slugga 4 sheriff 4 lyfe

[pinetree-tbb]

"Precautioned Recording"

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[ short static noise ]

Crosshair

[ finally looks up ]

If you hear this recording that means that we got into a situation where you are having a panic attack during a mission where we have to stay radio silent.

[ voices begin to sound clearer again ]

I told you I would record this for you in case we would get in a situation like this. So don't worry, you are going to be okay, just listen to my voice.

Now, what we are going to do, is that I will give you instructions to calm down and help ground yourself and you are going to follow these instructions step by step.

First thing we are going to do, is do the so called 5 5 5 Rule. You breathe in for 5 sec, hold it for 5 and then let it out for 5 sec. Ready?

Breathe in. 1...2...3...4...5.

[ moving his hand slowly up infront of his chest and breathes in ]

[ inhales shakily ]

Hold it. 1...2...3...4...5.

[ holds breath ]

Now let it out. 1...2...3...4...5....

[ slowly lowering his hand again, breathing out ]

[ exhales shakily ]

You're doing great brother. Again, okay? Breathe in. 1...2...3...4...5.

[ moves hand up again and breathes in ]

[ inhales a bit steadyer ]

Hold it. 1...2...3...4...5.

[ holds breath again ]

And, let it out 1...2...3...4...5.

[ moves hand down again and breathes out ]

[ exhales a bit steadyer ]

And one more time. Breathe in.

1...2...3...4...5...

[ inhales stady ]

[ moves hand up again ]

Hold. 1...2...3...4...5.

[ holds breath a last time ]

And breathe out. 1...2...3...4... and 5.

[ moves hand down ]

[ exhales calmly ]

Okay. Now that we calmed you down, hopefully, we now do the 3 3 3 rule. It's where we you look around and identify 3 objects, when you found them you find 3 different sounds after that I want you to move 3 seperate body parts of your liking. This technique is meant to help you ground yourself and focus on the present. After all, it is not the place that is bothering you, it is the thought.

Good. Now look around and look for the first object. Say it out loud...

[ looks around and to the side ] Batcher...

[ Batcher turnes head ]

Now, look for a second and call it out...

[ looks at Hunter again ] Hunter...

[ quietly ] So I'm an object now?

[ little smirk ]

And the third...

... the datapad...

Good. Now onto the sounds, though you may look for three scents as well when you can't hear anything at the moment.

Okay, sound or scent number one...

[ Batcher huffs ]

[ sniffs ] Batcher's breath.

[ chuckles low and smiles ]

Sound or scent number two...

Cold dust... I guess...

And, sound or scent number three...

Hunter's sweat.

[ raises eyebrow ]

Now onto the body parts, move anything you like, lift your arm or your leg, wiggle your toe or shake your hands. On my count.

Part one...

[ lift's right foot, drops it again ]

Part two...

[ lifts left arm, lowering it again ]

And part three...

[ moves head slightly side to side ]

Excellent. Now take a deep breath again.

[ breathes deeply ]

[ relieved ]

Listen to me, Crosshair.

You are not alone brother, Hunter, Wrecker and I will always be there for you. Wrecker will gladly cuddle the living oisk out of you if you ask him to give you a hug, but he will also be kind enough to not do it when you feel bad and will just give you one where he won't crush you.

Hunter will always be there if you want or need to talk. And I will be there for you if you just want to sit and do nothing while listen to me ramble. We got your back brother.

[ looks longingly at the datapad ]

Now, hold tight and stay calm, we're soon be together again and if you feel like you're gonna panic again, just relisten to this recording.

End recording.

[ short static noise ]

[ another short static noise ]

Supplemental.

About the 'always be there' part. I am certain that Echo will be there for you too. Even if he is rather new to our squad, he is a loyal member of it.

He's been with us only for a few weeks but in those weeks he has proven himself to be honorable and showed that he is willing to do whatever is necessary to protect the ones at his side. Think about it, I belive Echo would be glad to see that you trust him, actions speak louder than words and I know you're not much of a talker, unless you want to talk oisk, so show him your trust.

He'll figure it out.

[ at a distance ] Tech! Come on we gotta go!

On my way.

[ footsteps ]

[ nearer now ] What were you doing anyway? Sitting on a rock in the meadow.

I was recording.

[ audible smile ] What this time? The birds?

No. I made a supplemental to one of my recordings for Crosshair.

Okay?

[ explaining ] I recorded something he can listen to to help him ground himself if he ever finds himself in a stressful situation where there's no one of us around to help him.

Oh... [ audible realize ]

And I just added that you will be there for him too if he seeks comfort.

...

You will be there for him, right?

[ slight audible outrage ] Of course I will, he's my brother. Di'kut head he is but he's my brother. [ calmer ] But, come on, he won't come to me, he doesn't even really like me.

Oh he does. I even think he was the first one to like you when we rescued you.

Oisk.

No. Just watch him. He's not much of a talker but his body language speaks sentences.

...

Don't worry, you'll get the hang of reading him eventually. [ audible smile ]

Right... The recording is still going.

Oh, right.

End supplemental.

[ short static noise ]

[ presses stop ]

... I... I forgot he did this for me...

[ Batcher nudges Cross with her snout ]

[ pet's her gently ]

Well, you know Tech. Always making precautions... [ taps on datapad ]

Mmm... [ tearing up ] ... Hunter, I'm not a spy, I'm not... Please you have to believe me [ whimperes slightly ]

Hey hey [ put's hand on shoulder ] I believe you, Wrecker and Omega do too, we know you're on our side.

Thank you... [ breathes relieved ]

Feeling better?

A bit...

Good...

[ sniffs ]

Come on. [ hands back helmet ] let's go back.

[ takes helmet, breathes again ] Right...

[ helps Crosshair up ]

[ puts helmet on ] ... thank you Hunter.

[ nods ]

[ all three head back to the others ]

[ back with the others ]

Good, now let's keep moving. ( Rex )

[ hand's Crosshair his rifle ]

[ quietly, putting a hand on Crosshair's arm ] Are you okay?

[ nods ]

[ they all kept moving ]

- later on Echo's ship -

[ comes up to Crosshair in the bunkroom ] Here.

[ turnes around ]

[ pushes Tech's datapad in Crosshair's hand ] Keep it for now.

[ looks at the datapad ] ... Thanks... [ looks up at Hunter, smiles slightly ]

[ smiles back softly, nods slightly, leaves bunkroom ]

[ sit's down on bunk, brushes thumb over the datapad ]

[peach-pot]

We built a vampire! Here's everything about them :-)

Our vampire was turned one day when they were bitten by a vampire, and drank that vampire's blood. Ever since then they haven't aged.

Some big changes came about from this. They grew fangs. Their ears grew pointy. Their skin tone lost it's warmth and color. Their appearance shifted in some way they couldn't describe that made them come off as less alive to others. They lost their shadow.

Now, they can't enter places without an invitation. They've lost the ability to see themself in mirrors made with silver, their reflection burning up before it can be bounced back at them. Sunlight burns them enough to cause serious injury if they aren't careful. They've developed a garlic allergy. They've noticed they're only fully rested when they sleep during the day, staying awake at night. Members of the religion they were a part of before being turned are unnerved by them, and push them away. Anytime they see a large number of something, they can't help but count it (on the plus side, they're really good at this).

And of course, there's the blood drinking. They have to drink every few days to satiate their hunger. It can be animal or human, but animal blood will always leave them still wanting more. And if they wait too long to feed, they'll start to transform, morphing into something less and less human...

It isn't all bad though. They're able to turn into a bat. Their eyesight and hearing are enhanced, as well as their speed and strength. They've stopped getting sick (though they can still be injured). They can walk on walls and ceilings.

Whether they know it or not, they would not be able to support a pregnancy, though any sperm/eggs they have are still viable. They'll live forever unless they're killed by one of their weaknesses: fire, wooden stakes, and silver. They can also be killed if their head is removed and kept separate from their body for long enough. If they do die, their body will turn to dust.

After all this, there are some questions I'm very curious about:

did they know the vampire who turned them? why did they drink their blood to be turned? were they forced to?

assuming they know they can still be injured, how did they discover this? what injury occurred?

what religion were they apart of? do they still wish to/try to participate?

do they drink human blood? or deal with the hunger that still lingers just drinking from animals?

do they commit to the nocturnal lifestyle, or force themself to stay awake during the day?

how long does their body have to be headless for them to die permanently?

do they still have to eat regular food in addition to blood?

do they embrace the whole vampire thing or try to hide it?

any other things y'all want to establish about our vampire :-)!

If you have answers for any of these that you think would be cool, comment them on this post! If people have multiple conflicting ideas for one, we could do a poll, but I imagine it'd be easier to all just discuss this stuff together on this post :-)

I also think it'd be cool to establish things about this character like name/appearance/personality/etc. that aren't necessarily caused by them being a vampire, but I'm not sure the best way to go about that... suggestions appreciated!

[lonniemachin]

I was asked to help share Hayam's fundraiser. Hayam is a pharmacist from Gaza who is urgently raising money to evacuate she and her family from Gaza. She has only raised €8,402 out of her €30,000 goal so far! The IOF's planned invasion of Rafah is imminent, every second counts! Please donate and share, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Hayam's GFM:

Note: This fundraiser is collected through Hayam's Irish friend who's European bank account satisfies GoFundMe requirements.

My name is Hayam Taha. I’m a 26 year old Palestinian pharmacist from Gaza. The number of wars I have survived during these 26 years is beyond anyone’s imagination.

Right after my graduation 3 years ago my older sister opened a pharmacy, Al-Kamal Central Pharmacy, marking the greatest achievement of our careers. This pharmacy was more than just a business, it was a place for our people—regardless of their financial situation—to access healthcare and support. I have been seeking a master’s degree outside of Gaza, waiting for an opportunity to further my studies, but since October 7th Israel destroyed any opportunity I have ever dreamed of.

Israeli soldiers bombed our pharmacy and ruined our sleepless efforts day and night to offer a place for the people. The massacre hasn’t stopped since then. Now my family and I are staying in a tent on the streets of Rafah with no healthcare, no beds and no guarantee if we’re going to live another day or not. We have nothing but hope to survive.

It has always been hard for us Gazans to reach what we truly desire, even before Gaza faced this crazy genocide! Nevertheless, I still seek the opportunity I've been waiting for. There’s no way of rebuilding Gaza to make it livable again within the next 20 years, forcing us to restart our lives outside Gaza for now. I only need help to get me and my family outside Gaza now to continue our careers as pharmacists.

The money will be used to let us evacuate Gaza and cross Egypt border which needs more than €6000 per person to cross and survive with our lives.

Watch my story on YouTube.

Frequently Asked Questions

Who Is Michael Jordan?

Hayam's Irish friend whose European bank account satisfies GoFundMe requirements. He will collect the funds then transfer to our relatives in Egypt for evacuation fees.

What Will Be Done With The Funds?

We'll withdraw €5,000 at a time to cover evacuation fees, transferring with Western Union to a trusted relative's account in Egypt for practicality, due to the lack of cash and the difficulties of transferring money to bank accounts in Gaza city.

Why Is The Amount High?

To evacuate one person from Gaza to Egypt, we need €5,000 per individual for liaison services with Ya Halla. With 5 members, it totals €25,000. The remaining €5,000 covers transportation, medication, and food due to inflation, with any surplus aiding those in need.

How Can You Help?

Even €10 can be a beacon of hope. Your support can guide us through this crisis. You can also follow me on Instagram and TwitteX. Please share my story!

What Was Hayam's Dream?

I have been seeking a master’s degree outside of Gaza, waiting for an opportunity to further my studies, but since October 7th Israel destroyed any opportunity I have ever dreamed of, I hope this fund to reach it goal so I can at least save my family from this terrible situation.

[aliypop]

Let Yourself Go Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,553

Writers Note: So I didn't see this turning into a series, but here we are, I hope you enjoy this!

Warning: mostly fluff

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: Tensions rise between Colonel Tom Parker and the former Cecelia Valmos now known as Cecelia Presely as they butt heads on the vision that is the Christmas Special ( 68 Comeback Special ) can the multi-academy award winner compromise or will it boil over

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@thegettingbyp2

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.NBC Studio's June 27

"Kinda tight, huh..."

"In all the right places..." she mumbled,

"I heard that," he smirked, looking back at her as she blushed a bright red on her tawny-colored skin. Elvis was most certainly back. And she'd remind him in all the right ways that he never left. 

"Five minutes left for the first taping," Midge yelled from the top of her lungs.

"Thank you, five!" Cecelia shouted back, straightening out her Mod Mini dress. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her figure in it. She was already voluptuous in the '50s, but God, did he love the gifts that motherhood took to enhance her, 

"El, you're shakin again..."

"Just nerves, baby." he kissed her forehead,

"If you get nervous, look for me in the booth beside Binder." she smiled, 

"Oh, it's time!"

The first show hadn't gone so smoothly. Although Elvis was comfortable and trading jokes with Scotty and everyone, Cecelia could tell in some places he was rushing from nerves, but my God, was she enjoying the view of him sweating and dancing along on the stage. and the grunts and groans and- "Wait a minute..." Cecelia mumbled to herself aloud. Either her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her, or the friction of the suit was taking its course. She knew that look. And those sounds. But she figured she'd handle that later and meet him in his dressing room.

"We'll need to add matts for the next show." 

"Got it, Binder." she gave him a nod. 

"Mind checking on our star."

"Don't mind at all." Cecelia left, walking towards his dressing room. She had passed Rosa, who was rekindling with Scotty, a man always after that woman's heart. 

"Mr. Presley, are ya decent?" Cecelia asked, switching up her accent to mess with him. 

"Depends, who's askin?"

"Ms. Dubios." she kept going,

"Ah..." he chuckled, knowing who it was. Opening the door, he had his brightest smile as he kissed Cecelia.

 "You fooled me there, honey."

"How'd you know it was me..." he glanced at her, his eyebrow doing the thing she loved so much, 

"You got me there." she pulled him in for a kiss, 

"God, you're sweaty..."

"I was gonna warn ya." he laughed, pulling her into the room. Cecelia blushed, sitting on the couch, watching him get undressed and out of the black suit. 

"I usually charge for a show, you know." he chuckled, watching his wife roll her eyes.

"Well then, I owe you quite a bit of money for the times you've undressed in front of me, huh?" handing him his engraved robe. "Oh! Also, show number two is at 8 pm," she mentioned as he kissed her hand and took the robe,

"So I have time to take a beautiful director to lunch..."

"I can't," she sighed, "I have to make sure we get a good head count of audience members for the show, and then there's the schedule for tomorrow, and then I have to stay behind. And get any last minute papers done an-" Elvis pulled her close to him and kissed her, much like he'd do in the movies. Elvis could hear the stress in her voice, but he knew she was doing this all for him. because she loved him so much. Why? He'd never know. 

"You're gonna work yourself to death if you don't take a break." 

"You're one to talk." she stole another kiss from him. 

"Well, at least let me help ya."

"And give you more stress? uh-uh." Cecelia shook her head, "You just sit here, look pretty, and don't worry about me," she looked at the clock, knowing she had to report back to Binder, Elvis knew she had a job to do, but he was missing his best friend, he was missing his wife, 

"And another thing, sweetheart!"

"Hmm..."

"Try not to cream your pants this time..." she smirked as he looked at her with a shocked expression,

"How'd you even-"

"Elvis... I know those grunts and moans." she pulled him by the belt of his robe, "Very... Very well..." she whispered in his ear.

"I-I-I- doubt that Cece."She kissed his neck slowly. As a groan rolled from his lips, 

" Damn it, Cece, you tease..." 

After the show, Cecelia was sitting on the stage, sighing. She was up deep in stress, swimming in it even. 

"You will make sure he sings; Here comes Santa Claus, correct..." Oh, how that man's voice made her skin crawl. 

"It's his show, Parker..."

"But you are his wife... aren't you afraid that the... the.. money will run dry, and you'll be a nobody from North Carolina."

"Nope..." she kept looking over the paperwork, "I was someone before Elvis, and I'm still someone with him. Now, what do you want."

" Him to listen to me..."

"Yeah... That's not gonna happen, but good luck!" she laughed,

"You listen here. He has a reputation to uphold-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley has a reputation that you managed to diminish... " she stood up,

"I- I don't know what you mean..."

"Maybe I can spell it out for you, 1959..." she grumbled, "The year his world turned upside down." Cecelia gritted her teeth, "Cutting his hair sending him away... His mama died, and my sugarplum was never the same..." she teared up, 

"But he was an all-American boy that looked-"

"He was a crying, sobbing mess who couldn't get his mama back! H-He was different after the war, lost even. Elvis wouldn't barely eat. He didn't feel like singing anymore-"

"Cause he wanted to act Cecelia!" Tom laughed,

"Cause he barely wanted to live anymore!" tears in her eyes, "You weren't there trying to ease him slowly off his pills between takes. Or-or sleepless nights when the memories got hard to face!" 

"But I was there to comfort him like a father... and like a mother... more than anything you could understand." Tom smiled,

"Then you'd understand that for once in his life... He wants to do things his way again." she looked at him,

"But Singer..."

"It's either his way or Singer can take the fucking highway! GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed as she ran out of the soundstage. She and Elvis had been through hell and back together, but there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and he felt the same for her. She just wanted to see him smile again and love what he did again.

 "Hey, Cil... You're more than welcome to stop for the night."

"I think I'll stay for a bit," she heard the music playing from the locker room, "But I'll see you all tomorrow?"

"You got it, Cil."

Looking through the window, she could see Elvis playing his guitar with Scotty and Jerry and his Memphis Mafia sitting around listening. It was like Cecelia was back in 1954 on the road again, hoping from hotel to motel, playing guitar together. 

"Hey, E the Mrs.'s is at the door!"

Elvis looked over as he saw her warm smile. Cecelia waved as he ushered for her to come in and join them. She shook her head no until he gave her his infamous pout,

 "Glad you could make it, Mrs. Carolina." Jerry joked,

"Figured I needed the break..." Cecelia sat next to Elvis as she kissed his cheek. Elvis could see her tear-stained cheeks, but he'd ask her about that later, 

"You gone play us something?"

"Oh, I couldn't. Besides, my Gretsch is in the room and-" Scotty gave her his guitar. 

"Well, if you insist..." She laughed, "Uh, you remember the chords to Hey Good Lookin?" she asked,

"Last I remember, you re-recorded that song." Elvis poked fun as he started the song. 

Laughter filled that room all the way into 3 in the morning, and she couldn't be happier than to see her Elvis back in action, 

"So what's this? I hear about you and the colonel ..."

"It's nothing..."

"I could hear ya screamin... and you don't raise your voice unless somethin's really botherin you." 

"I just wanted to defend you," she shrugged, 

"Doll, you don't have to."

"No, I do... Look, I don't want you wearin yourself so thin," she held him by the face, "You don't have to be Elvis Presley when you don't want to." she smiled, "You don't have to be him for anyone, not even me." she said to him, tears pooling in those blue clouds of his that they called eyes. 

"Cecelia..." he was lost for words.

"I just love you too much..." she cried in his chest, "I love you so much it hurts me seeing you not happy..." he held her near,

 "I love you too much, too." he kissed her head, "I know... You worry about me as I worry about you," he took a deep breath, "But baby, you can't wear yourself thin either, not for me or anyone," he laughed, "Guess we just gotta enjoy the roses together..." Cecelia looked at him as he kissed her nose, 

"Guess so,"

"Hows about I take you out to dinner."

"Elvis, it's 3 am..."

"Shit, it's dinner somewhere, ain't it."

"Throw in a strawberry Milkshake, and I'll love you forever."

"So you mean I didn't have to buy you a ring?" she began to laugh as he smiled, "There's my beautiful girl."

[lunarcovehq]

Baby, there's a shark in the water I caught them barking at the moon Better be soon

THE CARNEVIL IS COMING

With the crisp October chill in the air and the distinct fog rolling in, the Coalition of Non-Supernaturals is in charge of hosting the annual Howl-o-ween festival and this year, the festivities will kick off with a carnival themed weekend across town. There will be a number of your favorite annual activities in the weeks to come counting down to Halloween, such as the return of the Costume Contest and the iconic hedge maze, but this year, the opening ceremony will be held at the Rec Center.

Around the Great Jack'O Lantern, you will be greeted by volunteer performers trying their hands at pyrotechnics (with some magical help of course) and acrobatics. You can test your strength with the Strength O' Meter or buy some cotton candy from the candy cart, before dusk settles in and you are ushered inside the Rec Center that has been transformed into a Fun House. You'll be wandering through the dark hand in hand, trying your luck in the hall of mirrors, making your way over gravity powered trippy floors and even sliding into a ball pit or two. But, what outsiders don't know is that those Lunar Covians who enter the Fun House, have all been secretly informed via their invitation that this opening Carnival Weekend will be a ploy to lure the Catalyst to town to capture Lorelai Cavanaugh once and for all.

The Coalition needs your help and, from what most experienced first hand when it came to the Campfire Retreat, is that we're better working together than apart. Each attendee has been advised to attend at your own risk, though the Pack, the Clan, the Coven, the Coalition and the Fae Court will all be working together to protect anyone who enters. Every attendee has also been given a floor plan of the Rec Center layout so that they know what to expect when entering the Fun House as to not be thrown off guard. Carnival themed attire is encouraged, though the Coalition asks that no one where a mask. While there are multiple fire exits throughout the building (each of which being guarded by a respective member of one of the five organizations), guests will only be permitted to enter the front entrance, so if anyone spots Lorelai Cavanaugh, they are told to alert their respective leaders immediately. Good luck, Lunar Covians. Look out for each other and guard each other's backs. This ends once and for all.

HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK

THE EVENT HAS NOT STARTED YET. PLEASE DO NOT POST ANYTHING PERTAINING TO THE EVENT UNTIL SATURDAY 10/5. We're only dropping this now since we've received so many asks in terms of character outfits.

This is a plot-driven event that will span from 10/5-10/31 both IC and OOC, but unlike traditional events, we're going to do things a little differently

We're kicking off with our discord party where, as many of you already know, we will be playing out some chaos/working to wrap up our first story arc with our IC villain Lorelai Cavanaugh. This discord party will start Saturday, 10/5, and will act as a skeleton for a number of threads you can have on the dash going forward.

As always, if you can't make the discord party, don't worry! The discord party is merely a Choose Your Own Adventure format where our members get to decide how the course of events will play out. But, we will be posting a recap post of everything that happens during the discord event that you can later react to in detail on the dash.

After the discord party, we will continue to have several fun (and some even more chaotic) plot drops leading up to Halloween, so stay tuned and we hope you enjoy this fun countdown with us.

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent13. Everything from pictures, outfits, Halloween costumes & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag. There will be an actual Halloween costume contest later on, but if you want to make manips of carnival themed attire you can do so. Just please do not post anything until Saturday.

This event is mandatory, though the discord party is not, so if you can not make the discord party, you can always say your character chose not to attend, or can have your character have been there and have threads pertaining to the plot drops on the dash.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will have acceptance this week, before we take a week off from acceptance to have everyone react to the chaos from the discord party and catch up. We will resume regular acceptance on the 16th.

Last, but not least, we hope you have some skele-fun!

[pommpuriinn]

𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎

Hybe set a whole special set for Joohyung's live for her solo debut mini album called 'The Start: Black Mamba'. Joohyung is feeling very nervous, she's scared at what people would think about the mini album. She worked so hard and so long for this opportunity. Joohyung had sleepless nights because she also had txt's schedule on top of her solo schedule.

Joohyung snaps out of her thoughts as the staff starts counting down the seconds for the live to start. Once Joohyung got the signal to say hello she sat up straighter and started waving at the camera. "Moa~" Joohyung smiles with excitement. "It's finally time for my solo debut that you guys have been waiting for! Today is January first and I'm so happy that we can start the new year with my mini album, and you guys get even more with txt's comeback too!" Everyone started clapping with the announcements making Joohyung laugh.

"I hope that we're feeding you well moas." Joohyung makes a little heart with her hands. "In just 30 minutes everyone gets to hear the title track 'Black Mamba'. I'm excited but also very nervous." Joohyung decided to share a bit more that's been weighing down on her mind. "I just don't want to disappoint moas and even the company because we have been working on this for months, and even the company has been planning this for years. Basically ever since I started training they were planning this concept for me and I'm really thankful for that."

After answering some of moas questions both in korean and english the staff planned on giving Joohyung letters that the members wrote for her, plus telling her the shocking news with how many moas pre-ordered the mini breaking a record.

So a staff member just went up to her, handing her the letters from the members causing her to be confused. "Oh...what's this?" Joohyung looked at the handwriting closely. "Ah, the members wrote letters for me." She smiled at the staff. "They texted me to tell you that you have to read them right now." The staff showed Joohyung her phone with the text making them laugh. "Ok I will, just for them." Joohyung started with Yeonjun's.

For our most caring noona,

I'm so proud of you. You worked so hard for this moment not just for a couple of months, but for years. You deserve everything you get and I can't wait to see you on stage showcasing even more of your talents for everyone. Remember to lean on me and the members sometimes, we know that you suffer too. I love you lots noona.

Joohyung blinked her tears away, "why does he have to be emotional on paper too." She laughs with the staff. "I want to read Kai's next."

Noona!!! Finally your solo debut is here! Me and the members have been waiting for this moment ever since we heard and saw your talents. I will be your number one fan and go to all your promotions I promise. I will also collect all your photo cards and even put one under my case so everyone can see our beautiful noona! Please stay healthy and we'll always be by your side.

"I knew Kai would lift up my mood. Thank you Huening, I needed that." Joohyung got Taehyun's.

I knew you could do it noona! I know it was hard for you these past months with everything going on, but you really managed well that's why I admire you so much noona. We will always stand by you so don't think that you're alone, not once. I plan on buying all the versions to support you like you do to our albums, I'll even stand in the crowd with moas fanchanting. I'm proud of you noona!

"Ya! They're too sweet, I can't." Joohyung covered her cheeks with the letters, getting embarrassed with their sweet words. "I'm kinda nervous for the last two because I have a feeling I'm going to cry and I don't want to cry." Joohyung whined. She slowly started opening Soobin's.

To mine best friend/noona,

I'm so glad to see you move to greater things like getting a solo mini album. I almost wanted to start crying hearing the news that you are going to debut as a soloist. I had no worries for you because I knew you were made for this since I first saw you in the practice room dancing and singing like no tomorrow. I'm also glad to call you not just a member, but a best friend and older sister who's always been there for me even when I didn't believe in myself. Now it's my turn to repay you by always supporting you and helping you when you think you can't do it any more. I'm proud of you noona!

Joohyung let a few tears come down before immediately wiping them away. "Thank you." She mumbled to the staff who gave her tissues. "Soobin always gets me, I hate him." She jokes as she laughs. "But I'm scared about this one, everyone. It's Beomgyu's."

For mine beautiful noona who I love a lot,

I remember the day you told me about this opportunity and how scared you were about letting people down or if you can even do this. I was shocked about your reaction because you're our wonderful noona who's so talented and inspired us to never feel like that and to always lean on you. That day I made it my mission to always stay by side so you could never feel lonely or scared. You were there for me so of course I have to be there for you! I watched you day and night practicing, recording, filming, and repeating everything all over. I'm glad I was there watching over you. It showed me how much I love you and even more (if that's even possible since I already love you so much). I'm sooo proud of you pretty, I'll be watching you in the crowd.

At this point Joohyun had Beomgyu's letter covering her face, as she was continuously wiping her tears. Before she could even recover and say something the door busted open and there the people she loves with everything in her came running to her, and started hugging her.

"Noona don't cry!" Kai laughs at her. "We're sorry we didn't mean to make you cry." Taehyun pats her head. The love just made Joohyung cry worse, making the members laugh and awe at her. "Look, even Yeonjun is crying too." Soobin pointed at him. Yeonjun had his head on Joohyung's shoulder crying with her.

To be honest even some staff members were getting teary eyed from the sense happening right in front of them. It was just such heartwarming seeing members care for each other this much. "Since the mood is bright today we wanted to share some wonderful news about Joohyung's mini album." The staff erupted the group, making them wipe their tears and face the front. "Joohyung's album surpassed about a million pre-orders making her the highest pre-ordered album by any female soloist." The boys cheered and hugged Joohyung more and the staff came out with a little cake congratulating her.

"Thank you so much moas." Joohyung wiped her tears away. The members ended up staying until the last second and Taehyun even offered to take them to a restaurant to celebrate even more. Joohyung was so happy about all the wonderful responses she was getting now that her music is out. This day will definitely always stay with her.

[fantastic-nonsense]

Okay, I'll bite.

"Domestic policies like immigration will be worse under Trump" Are you sure? Are you so so sure about that?

I did refugee and immigration policy advocacy work for a non-profit during the Trump administration. Yes. It was worse. It was ten thousand times worse than anything under Biden.

The Muslim ban was Day 1. Remember that? And when that failed in court, Trump tried again.

He gutted humanitarian protections for immigrants and refugees.

His admin removed 400,000 people from the Temporary Protected Status (TPS) program, many of whom did not have homes to go back because of natural disasters or violence in their countries of origin.

He and like-minded Republicans tried to halve the number of green cards issued every year, creating an even worse case backlog for immigrants here legally who are trying to stay here.

He dramatically cut the number of refugees we accepted every year, from the 110,000 cap set by President Obama to 30,000 a year and then to 18,000 a year. He also added quotas for refugees from particular countries and on those seeking asylum on religious grounds. All of these are things that Biden has been steadily reversing. We are now nominally accepting more refugees and asylees under Biden than at any point since the early 1990s, though actual admittance numbers have not yet recovered from the decimination of the Trump years (largely due to a lack of infrastructure caused by said decimination).

Family separation at the border was the norm rather than the exception for all immigrants. That is not the case under President Biden.

His admin changed a ton of definitions, regulations, and procedures that made it extremely difficult for anyone to immigrate to the US AND made immigrants who were already here in the US scared to be deported (for example: making changes to the public charge determination so that non-cash benefits like food stamps and Medicaid use counted against an immigrant's eligibility for a green card, which Biden rolled back to the 1999 status quo his first year in office).

Additionally, he tried to end DACA (and only lost because the Supreme Court ruled against him on a procedural technicality), repeatedly tried to institute application fees for asylum for the first time (including during the literal last month of his presidency), and increased the fee for green card holders to apply for citizenship. And these are only a sampling of some of the things I could talk about (funding cuts to refugee resettlement agencies, for example, or how he's repeatedly stated he wants to repeal the 14th amendment and end birthright citizenship).

Immigration, refugee, and asylee policy was decimated under Trump in a way that is impossible to truly capture and explain to people who don't understand what it was like prior to 2016. The Trump administration made it immensely harder and more expensive to immigrate to the United States legally, to apply for asylum and refugee status, and to exist in the United States as an immigrant or family member of an immigrant.

The fact that you are so stubbornly clinging to a "both sides are the same" conception of this specifically tells me that you're very young, very naive, have an incredibly selective memory, don't know about what was going on from 2017-2021, or are straight up ignoring all of the heinous shit the Trump administration did that simply does not and never could be touched by anything Biden is doing. The damage Trump and his cronies did to our immigration system and our immigrants, especially under cover of the pandemic, is so immense that it's unlikely many of the changes can ever be undone.

You really think that "putting aside Palestinian genocide" that Miss Top Cop who can't help but promise to give just as many billions to Israel is gonna be "better" about people of color and trans lives and immigration policies?

One, yes. A Kamala Harris administration would objectively be better for people of color and LGBTQ folks than a second Trump administration. Are you just dense, or do you not realize that Republicans are coming for Obergefell v. Hodges, Lawrence v. Texas, Loving v. Virginia, and Brown v. Board of Education the way they came for Roe v. Wade in the Dobbs decision (a decision only made possible because TRUMP nominated three radical, right-wing Supreme Court justices during his single term in office)? Do you not realize that Republicans want to institute a nationwide abortion ban? That they want to legislate and regulate trans people out of existence with draconian laws that Trump has explicitly endorsed and said he'll sign?

Meanwhile Kamala has very visibly attended Pride celebrations for at minimum a decade, refused to defend California's infamous Prop 8, and ensured LGBTQ people were given equal protection under the law (for example, advocating for ending the gay/trans panic "defense" as far back as 2006, literally just three years after homosexuality was nationally decriminalized in Lawrence v. Texas). She's proudly pro-choice and has advocated for women's reproductive freedom in a way that Biden refuses to touch.

And whatever her mixed record on racial equity issues is (and I certainly have my thoughts on that), she is profoundly movable on those issues in a way that Trump most certainly is not. Or did you forget that to this day he's still arguing that the Central Park 5 should be executed, even after they were completely exonerated years ago? Have you forgotten about Charlottesville's Nazi march and Trump's assertion that there were "fine people on both sides"? Have you forgotten that he hired Stephen Miller?

Also, just a note on Palestine specifically: Trump wants Netanyahu to "finish the job" and glass Gaza! He's best buddies with Bibi! He formally recognized Jerusalem (rather than Tel Aviv) as Israel's capital and moved the US embassy there (inflaming Israeli-Palestinian tensions and putting the region further from peace) while he was President! What harm reduction are you engaging in by advocating for a man who has repeatedly and OPENLY advocated for the mass genocide of Palestinians over a woman who at worst has no particular deeply-held ideological beliefs on the conflict (the way that everyone Biden and Trump's age do), has shown she has no love of Netanyahu, and has an active interest in solving the humanitarian crisis there? Who are you actually helping by wrongly saying that Kamala Harris and Donald Trump hold the exact same opinions on Palestine and would make the exact same policy choices?

It's an insane proposition to say that both sides are the same. It's an insane statement to say that Kamala Harris and Donald Trump would result in the same outcomes for women. For LGBTQ+ people. For people of color. For poor people. For disabled people. For Palestinians and every other displaced, marginalized, oppressed group of people around the world. You lead an immensely privileged life to say that, a life that insulates you from the actual policy consequences of your refusal to engage in the political process beyond uninformed, cynical, surface-level takes. Do better.

But if the US approach to the palestine genocide taking place rn will be the same with either candidate, while other domestic issues like trans healthcare and safety, immigration, education etc WILL be Worse with a more concervative goverment what is not voting accomplishing? Ofc pressure on the administration, protesting and above anything else, direct action, when it comes to palestine should be number one but how is not voting for dems affecting palestine positively? Conservatives winning the presidentval election will affect people negatively in a lot of ways right? With how the two party system is set up, not voting for dems is just making it easier for the trump administration to win right? Am I missing something here? What is the end goal of not voting blue? Genuinely curious what happens that is a net positive when you don’t vote.

I literally just told you I'm a Russian troll trying to destabilize America for frozen yogurt idk why you're expecting me to engage in good faith with someone who claims to be genuinely curious about my philosophies in this yet makes every effort to act like you're morally better than and opposed to me.

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.���

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[fangirl-everythang]

Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower,  I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?"  he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull.  "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic.  "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member.  I release them, clean, turning to face him.  "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm.  "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair.  "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word.  Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal."  He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination.  "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?"  He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before.  As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more.  He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center.  An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

[bteezxyewriter12]

Save Me/ 14

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.9k

Includes- Yoongi does a vlive, Yoongi is such a loving, protective boyfriend💖, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @yeosayang @itstyraaxx

@borntowalkaway

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!

Series Masterlist

Yoongi POV

I'm pissed

Over the last week a lot of things happened

BigHit sent guards and they stay outside Joanne's hospital door along with two officers

There's a huge man hunt for Han-jae after Maggie and Glenn came to talk to us again

I guess that when something effects a celebrity and it's made public, shit gets done

I know our ARMY is behind some of this with their posts and tweets, slamming the cops for waiting a whole year to do anything and for letting this happen

Last time no one knew what happened to her

Our identities were concealed and no one knew BTS was at the hospital

This time it's all over the news and the internet

When Namjoon said that this was the second time Han-jae tried to kill her in his statement, ARMYS were furious

So the cops have to move quickly

They better find him

The guys went on tour and had their first performance without me last night.

During the end of the concert where we usually talk to our ARMYS, the guys talked about her and asked our ARMYS to pray for her

This made her cry, from happiness this time

She's slowly getting better.

She can't eat solid food and she still can't talk so well

The doctors are also monitoring the baby

He's fine and healthy which is a miracle

She's given vitamins, prenatal pills and other things in her food to keep the baby healthy and growing

I know she's so happy about the baby

I catch her looking at her stomach and putting her hand on it all the time

I see her absentmindedly rubbing her belly when she's watching tv or talking, well writing, to me

I'm ecstatic she's pregnant and I can't wait until he's born

The thing that's pissing me off is the hate and the media

I keep getting calls on my new cell from people asking for interviews It's only been a week and I already changed my number twice.

I got her a new cell and number too and thank god no one is calling her

The dumb rumors they're spreading piss me off

Things like, "Is Suga hiding something? Why won't he answer any questions or give any interviews?"

And the stupid rumors that I'm leaving BTS or leaving Korea

The worst is the haters that pretend to be ARMYS

They say the most awful things about her that make me rage

Some of these people have serious issues and think I belong to them

"This bitch took Yoongi from me. She should of died"

"Shoulda let her die"

"She doesn't deserve Yoongi. She should go back to her ex and let him finish her off"

"I was at the concert last night. This girl should just die so Yoongi can come back and tour with BTS"

"I went to the concert to hear music, not to hear about some bitch I don't care about."

"This is the second tour he's missed. I bet last time was because of her too!"

"The guys seemed preoccupied last night. Probably thinking about that dumb girl"

"If she dies, I'm here Yoongi! I'll be with you! I'm better than her"

"So Yoongi chooses this girl instead of a Korean? Hope she dies and he can be with the right kind of girl"

"Yoongi needs to forget her and come back to BTS"

These things enrage me

I don't go looking for them but they're sent to me or put into online articles

I know that she has seen some tweets

She pretends it doesn't bother her but I can see it does

I see the sadness in her face

The tweets about me make her sad too.

But I really don't care what they say about me

I'm used to nasty things being said to and about me

"Yoongi is an idiot. He should of died with her"

"God I fucking hate Yoongi. He's the worst member of BTS. His girlfriend's ex shoulda took him out too"

"Wish that Han-jae guy would of taken out Yoongi instead of the girl"

These things don't bother me but they upset her because she went through everything to keep me alive

I don't want her upset

I see other ARMYS defend her and me, telling off these people but I don't want this happening anymore

So I decide to address all this shit

Today

I set up the vlive on my laptop

I spoke to her about doing this vlive and she's ok with it

After all it involves her too

I start the vlive and I wait

Fans immediately start to watch and I wait until more people log on

I'm getting flooded with comments

"Yoongi! How are you? How is she?"

"Is she ok Yoongi?"

"I hope she's getting better!"

"Did they catch that bastard?"

"I'm praying for her!"

I actually smile at the amount of supportive and moving comments

I read them to her and when I turn to look at her, she smiles

I have the camera just on my face and not near her so they can't see her

"Is she there?"

"Tell her I say hi!"

"Tell her I hope she feels better!"

"Get well soon!"

"I'm sorry about what happened to you!"

"Gi", she calls

I turn to her and she hands me a paper

I read it and ask, "Are you sure?"

She nods

I turn to the camera and say, "She wrote something she wants to say"

I hold up the paper that says, "Thank you for asking about me. I'm ok and am getting better. Thanks for the nice things you're saying. It means a lot."

I hold the paper up for a minute then put it down

More supportive comments come in

"She's so sweet!"

"Thank god you're ok!"

"I'm so glad you're ok!"

Of course I see the rude "Die bitch" or "She's not dead, why not?" comments but there's not a lot and the ARMYS attack the people saying these things and defending her

Time to start this thing

I start talking

"I guess you all saw the news last week. I'm here to talk about a few things."

I take a breath

I'm about to go off but I need to do it in a calm way

Not sure that will happen but I'll at least try

"I'm actually upset that I have to take the time to do this instead of being with her even though she's right here. I'm angry I have to put my attention here instead of on her. So listen because I'm only going to all this once."

I'm ready

"My girlfriend's name is Joanne. I grew up with her in Daegu when she moved here. She's a year younger than me. She's my best friend and I've been in love with her since we were young. And it's the same for her. She loves me. Things happened like me debuting and other stuff that got in the way of us being together. But we finally are and We've been together a year"

"Before we got together she was dating that murderer Han-jae Hwung. No she did not know he was a murderer when she got with him. Yes he abused her. He almost killed her a year ago but I got there in time and stopped him. At the time that was the worst night of my life. Until two weeks ago"

"Some people wonder why she stayed and let him do that to her."

I feel my emotions coming out and I know I'm going to cry but I'm going to try to minimize it

I have to get through this

"Sh..she let him do that to her for me. To protect me. He hates me. He threatened to kill me. He followed me and knew my schedule, knew when I was alone. He killed other people before."

I feel tears falling from my eyes as I remember

I still wish she would have told me what was going on

I would have handled it

I would have killed him if I knew he was hurting her

"As long as she stayed he wouldn't kill me. And she stayed. So don't ever EVER question if she loves me. She does, so much that she was willing to risk her life for me. Twice. If that's not proof enough then I don't know what to tell you"

I take another deep breath

I look at the comments

Absolutely nothing

This has never happened before

I figure they're all shocked

"All the injuries you probably read about are true. The stab wounds, the gun shots, the bruises and breaks. She can't talk. Her jaw was broken and is wired shut. She has pins in her eye socket and pins and plates in her collar bone.

But she kept fighting and she's alive."

Now I'm about to say things that will cause so much controversy but I don't care

They need to hear it

"To all those people saying that she should die, fuck you."

I hear her gasp but I'm so fucking angry

"Fuck you. You are horrible people. It's a miracle she survived and you have the audacity to say she should have died? She fought to be here and shouldn't have to hear or read shit like that."

"And everyone else who wants me to go on tour? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you actually think I could perform while she's here in the hospital? Do you really think I would ever leave her side for a tour? Do you think I would leave her side at all? The only way anyone can get me to leave her is if they kill me. I love her and would never leave her alone to recover by herself. Would you do that to someone you love? Why would you expect me to?"

I take a breath and continue

"For the people who think she doesn't deserve me, you have it entirely backwards. I don't deserve her. She was and still is willing to give her life for me. I don't deserve that. So don't ever say that she doesn't deserve me. She deserves someone better than me but I thank god she wants me."

That's the truth

And I will do everything in my power to be the boyfriend she deserves

I will move the earth for her

"As for the concert yesterday, those that are complaining about my members talking about Joanne need to get your priorities straight. They love her and she loves them.

Jungkook sees her as a big sister. Everyone always says how we all raised Jungkook. She was there too, helping us with him."

These people are fucking idiots

Didn't they hear Namjoon tell them she's their best friend too?

"She's their best friend and they are hers. Of course they're preoccupied, they're worried about her. And you have to be heartless to complain about them talking about someone they love. They chose to go on with the tour for YOU and this is how you repay them?"

I still have more to say

I look at the time and see I've been talking for 45 minute

I don't care, I'll take as long as I fucking need

"You all need to realize I don't belong to you. You don't own me. I have a life outside of BTS. And I want to keep that life private. It's not anyone else's business. I'm not yours, Joanne did not steal me from anyone. If you think like that then you have serious problems. I'm not yours. I'm hers and only hers. Do you think I'd ever want to be with someone who tells the girl I love to die? Do you really think I'd be with you? No fucking way. Those comments make me sick. Wishing she was dead then asking me to be with you? No. You have issues."

Those comments enrage me and I feel like throwing up when I read them

People have serious mental issues they need to work on

"I don't care that she's not Korean. I never cared about petty shit like that. She is beautiful and I love her the way she is. You're not better than her because you're Korean. You're just racist."

I'm aware that I'm getting very loud but I don't care

"You're not better than her, you're one of the worst people in the world. It's disgusting. You all have to realize that idols are people. We are not your property, we don't belong to you. We see the disgusting and sick things you say about and to us. How you want us to die because you don't like our face or how we dance or how we sing or rap. How you tell me that you wish her ex killed me instead."

They think that shit bothers me

They're so wrong

"I don't care what you say about me. I don't care if you wish I was dead. Other idols may care but I could give less of a fuck. I care when you talk about someone I love, who has done nothing to you, who's done nothing except love me and be with me. If that's the only reason you hate her, then I feel sorry for you because that's sad. But don't you dare talk about her."

Time to end this

"And no I'm not leaving BTS and I'm not leaving Korea so those idiotic rumors need to end."

I stop talking and take a deep breath to calm myself

"That's all I have to say. Thank you to the ARMYS who send loving, kind and supportive messages and comments. Thank you for defending her, thank you for supporting her, thank you for loving her even though you haven't met her. It means a lot to me and her. I love you and so does she."

I end the vlive and turn to her

She holds up her paper pad, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Well as ok as I can be for having to do that."

She writes, "You know that video is going to go viral right? It's going to be all over the media"

"Good. It should be. People are delusional and they need to wake up."

"No idol has spoken to fans like that before. At least I don't think", she writes

"Well someone needed to and I'm pissed enough to do it. No one can talk about you like that and think I'm going to be silent and take it. They wanna shit on me, fine. But not you."

She smiles and writes, "My hero"

I laugh and walk over to her

I sit and pull her into my arms. "I'll be your hero jagi. I'll always protect you. I'll always save you"

She presses her lips to mine in a soft loving kiss that is amazing

I don't need her tongue down my throat to have epic kisses with her

Any kiss of hers is heaven

After, I settle in the bed with her and grab the remote for the tv

"Channel surfing?", I ask

She giggles, nodding and cuddling into me and I turn the TV on

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"BTS rapper Min, Yoongi aka Suga has taken to vlive to speak about his girlfriend and address some comments he had gotten. He starts by venting his anger"

As we watch t.v., my vlive is what everyone is talking about

It's only been about four hours since I posted it but it's already in the media

"I'm angry I have to put my attention here instead of on her."

"He speaks about his girlfriend, what has happened to her and their current situation."

"...jaw is wired shut.."

"He speaks about his love for her and hers for him"

"I've been in love with her since we were young. And it's the same for her. She loves me."

"Don't ever question her love for me"

"Then Suga unloads about the comments he's been sent about his girlfriend."

"To all those people saying that she should die, fuck you",

"Do you actually think I could perform while she's here in the hospital? Do you really think I would ever leave her side for a tour?"

"Suga also calls out fans for their "disgusting and delusional comments" and about the K-Pop industry in general"

"We are not your property, we don't belong to you"

"....see the disgusting and sick things you say about and to us."

"Have a life outside BTS"

"...keep it private..."

"...comments make me sick"

"....I don't belong to you....I belong to her..."

"Suga ends his vlive by thanking the ARMYS that send supporting and loving comments and messages. You can view the entire hour and twenty minutes video on the Vlive app or YouTube."

Namjoon texted me saying that he and the guys supported the vlive but the managers aren't happy

Ask me if I care

I so don't and they know it too

"Told you it's gonna go viral", she writes

I shrug, "Doesn't matter. Now everyone knows how much I love you. And hopefully all these dumb comments will stop"

"I doubt that Yoongi. You're famous, they'll always find something to complain about "

"As long as it's not about you, I don't care."

She smiles at me

I give her a kiss and we continue to watch t.v..

[juyeonjin]

Exquisite Encounter

Genre: Smut

Member: Taehyung, Jungkook

Warnings: smut, double penetration

Word Count: 2K

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Taehyung and Jungkook rented an apartment far near the coastal areas for the a week since they had the whole month off, with no schedule. The previous months before were well loaded, with constant performances and interviews and they just wanted to kick off and relax and just enjoy some tranquility. Initially it would have been with all the members but they thought it would be safer to not bring everyone since it can result in some unwanted scenarios. The other members also went to different places with Jin and Namjoon to a private Island and the rest to a rich friend's mansion, very far from the tumult of the city. Though separated, they all had one thing in common, doing what they can't do anymore because of how popular they were and busy they got. It was nearly eleven and they both got back from a luxurious restaurant and they would have arrived later if they were heading to a club to indulge in alcohol and have private lap dances but this time they had their own slut to use, who was waiting for them in the apartment.

You were a fan of them and mostly loved Jungkook and Taehyung and when you captivated the eyes of Taehyung during one of their concert, Taehyung asked one of the guards to bring you discreetly so he could meet you. Soon enough you were talking backstage and you couldn't keep your body from shaking from the nervosity and almost believed you were going to be banned from concerts for whatever reasons. "I swear, I didn't do anything, I didn't even bring my phone with me to take pictures or what not", you uttered in front of a smiling Taehyung who placed his still veiny hands from on your arm and replied, "Haha, you are so cute, do not worry you did nothing wrong, maybe only having my attention the whole time when I was on stage." When you heard that your heartbeat accelerated, and he then sighed, "How am I supposed to give you my number without your phone with you, pretty girl."

And that was it, the last amount of strength you had to keep you from mentally screaming, evaporating and your mind just, "What the fuck did I just hear, have I actually been knocked out by the guard that brought me here, is the man of my fucking dreams asking me out, ...!? wait does that mean I have to wipe out all information about me and start a brand new celebrity life, am I ready for this, I thought I was prepared but oh god, this is so sudden....", you stopped yourself from thinking when you heard a faint cough from the side and you wished you didn't turn your head to the direction when the Jeon Jeongguk made his way near his brother, all sweaty, veins very apparent and smirk on his face. "So I see I wasn't the only one to have been distracted by her the whole time I was performing", Jungkook said with a flirty tone and Taehyung smirked back at him then to you, and then replied with what could be the equivalent to the final blow to elimate the final boss in a game, "Her face and body just calls you and compels you to savour each moment your eyes lay on her", "My thoughts exactly hyung", Jk added.

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You were in a dream state for real cause how is this happening right now!? The two hottest man in the world and the ones behind your fantasies right there in front of you, talking to you and potentially wanting to date you? or was it just going to stop there, though you hoped it didn't since not only was your blood rushing so fast but the heat that formed in your core was clouding your thoughts and the desire to bring your fantasies to life was becoming harder to repel. "So if I understand, you both are in love with me," you said teasingly knowing well how they would react and you just wanted to hear that for some reason. "Love? Isn't it too fast princess, I don't even know your name yet and also I can only start considering after I get a taste of those lips" Taehyung said while Jungkook grinned knowing well what Taehyung was trying to do and he wouldn't want to miss that too. You would've have been taken aback if you weren't already thinking of both of them railing you against the wall of their company and without thinking too much of it, "Well if my first kiss will have to be with master Kim Taehyung, I can only comply, unless master Jeon might want to do it first" you said moving your eyes onto Jungkook who was loving everything that was going down right now.

Taehyung loved it too, he was going to fuck you but not with his eyes like he did while on stage. He loved how you teased them back, called him Master!? and he would be your first kiss!? unless Jungkook gets it first, which he wouldn't let happen since he was the one who brought you here and began all of this. Both him and Jungkook's bulge were being obviously apparent from their their pants and you noticed that and you could only internally scream, " Omg, it's actually going to happen!". The thought of both of them fucking you in all your holes, when they bring you back at the company or maybe in one of their houses? all sweaty and roughly pounding you and dumping several loads in you made you soaking wet however before that one last step of having them inside you, a staff came and urged the boys to come back. Though, it made you think and even realise that obviously they couldn't just make it happen liket that, unless they could? but now you felt you eyes starting to get wet as you thought that all of this would end. "Were they just playing? was it just some teasing and flirting and nothing more? Am I not going to have them inside of me?" Taehyung who sensed that you were starting to doubt got closer to you while Jungkook stayed behind. His hand held your wrists and he slowly came near your ears to whisper, "Do not worry, we will meet again, you just have to remember my number unless your mind would be to busy thinking of my cock." He then whispered his number slowly, the air coming from his lips tickling your ears softly and you could've have sworn you felt like he was fucking you from how intense all of this was, how close he was too you, how his breath traveled around your collarbone and his hands gripping your wrists.

He lifted his head and looked back at you with his adoring smile, which actually calmed you down and made you trust him and that you will see him and possibly Jungkook too again. "I sincerely hope I can see you again and up until then I would not stop thinking about you", he told you and Jungkook added, "Try to keep those lips for us until we see you again, baby."

Taehyung chuckled and you smiled back at them and you then you said jokingly, "Well I'm going to another concert in two days, so.... Idk what crazy thing is going to happen this time around", knowing very well you had no conceet to attend or whatsoever. They both happily smiled back at you guessing that you were teasing them again which made the anticpation to meet you even more intense and you couldn't help but let out a laugh, which they joined. They said goodbye to you and looked at you with gleaming smiles and with eyes that said, "See you soon" as you disappeared from their view.

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"Oh look at our baby, so impatient for her daddy's cock", Taehyung said with his deep voice that made your heat rise instantly. Jungkook and Taehyung got close to your naked body, kneeling on the long sofa and looked down at you with their piercing and lustful eyes. You couldn't believe it, it was really the start of a whole week of being the slut of these two hot men and the idea itself was enough inundate your veins with this erotic poison.

Taehyung: "Take off my pants and have my cock in your mouth baby, it's all yours."

You didn't hesitate to proceed and you unzipped his pants and pulled it down together with his gucci boxers. His was massive and already stained his boxers his pre-cum. You licked his whole length from the base to the tip with a slow tantalising motion, making you to keep your eyes fixed onto Taehyung's. Jungkook has already removed all of his clothes and was sitting next to your pretty figure.

Taehyung: "Come on baby, show me how you much you want this more than any candy,"

You nodded sheepishly and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock as you took all of it till it reach the back of your throat. Your gagging sound, didn't skip Taehyung as he groaned with his hips travelling back and forth into your warm entry, trammelling your breath.

Taehyung: "You love that hmmm? Pleasure your daddy's cock at the expense of your own comfort."

You removed his dick from your mouth as you nodded to him but he placed both of his hands at the back of your head as he penetrated your mouth and began bucking into your throat.

"I didn't say that you could take your mouth off now did I!?" Taehyung confronted.

Jungkook placed his hand onto your slit and began rubbing your sensitive area with a soft motion that made you wetter each second. You shifted and now you were enclosing Jungkook's dick inside your mouth. He hissed in satisfaction and began thrusting upwards into your mouth causing your eyes to water. Taehyung was behind your rounded butt and had his tongue work throughout your slit. He was so good at it, eating you like his favourite dessert. Before he could release into your mouth, Jungkook lifted you up by the hair, freeing his dick from your lips and he stared at your eyes for a few seconds. "Babe, you really love this cock of mine, hmmm, a little more and I would've you swallow my seeds. Taehyung it's time to make her go for a ride."

They were seated in opposite directions with their cocks aligning next to each other as you descended. You opened up nicely for them, welcoming their throbbing dicks inside your walls.

Jungkook: "Oh baby...., you are taking us so well."

Taehyung: "Mmmm yeah...., so wet and soft. You're gliding up and down so easily... fuck..."

The conjoined moans of the two men was the ideal music that made every motion of your hips more and more pleasurable. You couldn't hold it any longer and you came onto their dicks still inside on you. They both groaned louder when your walls tightened around them.

Jungkook: "Fuck..! That felt so good just now."

Taehyung: "Come on baby, be a good girl and make us cum inside of you."

Your bounced onto them a little faster, taking them as deep as you could until you felt their cocks shoot ropes of cum inside of you, filling you immensely that it was dripping out already.

You continued riding them for a few more seconds before sliding out and then got onto your knees on the floor. They both sat up on the couch and you went to suck Taehyung's cock slowly while jerking Jungkook's cock at the same pace.

Jungkook: "She was so good, right hyung..?"

Taehyung: "Yeahhh.... let's see if she can take us both in her other hole...", he replied lazily since you were sucking on his whole length still sensitive from the fuck you've just had.