#And I'll take a look through my emails to check if there was anything interesting in the weekly rehersal updates

[tyttetardis]

Macbeth Donmar Supporter's Zoom Conversation

On the 9th of May 2023 Donmar Warehouse held a Zoom "meeting" for supporters where Michael Longhurst talked about their two newly announced productions - Clyde's and Macbeth. This was a week before tickets went on general sale and before they announced that Cush Jumbo would be playing Lady Macbeth.

At the time it was all, of course, quite exciting since everything they revealed during the talk was brand new info! Most of which wouldn't be known at large until the play was being perfomed (or later). I think only about 80 people participated, most of which I think either worked for the Donmar or were members at much higher levels.

Today it's no longer new information as such, but I thought it might still be interesting to make a post about what was said during this talk :)

Michael first spoke about Clyde's (which I didn't actually listen much too) and then introduced Macbeth as their Christmas show (using the word Christmas "incredibly tenuously") saying the cast was yet to be revealed, but called it a beautiful ensamble piece, and that they were in the process of casting with the cast to be revealed "shortly".

He then went on to say that the casting that was revealed the week before made a bit of a spark - David Tennant coming to the Donmar to play Macbeth :) He mentioned it being directed by Max Webster since Michael was so impressed with how he did Henry V the year before. He said they had a joyful process of going to their favourite actors trying to match slots and titles to the actors that they love - and that they were thrilled that Mr. Tennant was stepping up to the Scottish play - "we felt it was time!"

"He [David] has obviousley given amazing Shakespearean performances - Hamlet, Richard II at the RSC - I, yeah, I think his verse speaking is frankly unparalleled, it's a thing of beauty. He's quicksilver, but he can push himself into the most extraordinary characterisations."

He went on to say that David and Max were deep into discussions about what this production should be. He said there's always Macbeths, but he thought what they would do so spectacularly would be to allow it to be a deeply psychological take on the play (facilitated/inspired by the Donmar's space).

He said they had a very exciting Lady Macbeth who would be announced in a week. He said she was a Donmar alumni who had a great Shakespearean set of works under her belt. He was thrilled to reunite her with David, saying that they had just done a TV series together. "So you can go do some subtle googling, but please don't share it" :P "It's amazing, they are gonna be a fierce combination!"

Someone then asked about whether the show would be streamed to which Michael said they were having conversations about it since there was a LOT of interest and they knew demand for this show with David would be incredibly high. So they would be doing everything they could to get the show streamed, it was their absolute ambition. Not least since it would be amazing to be able to share it with students. So they were in those conversations "as we speak". He later talks about it again - saying that streaming is a way of mass sharing, even if it can't recreate the experience of closeness at the Donmar. That they would try to secure screenings of it since they were aware it would be very popular "It's almost a curse of having such an intimate theatre - that when you program a star like that, it becomes huge".

Choosing to stage Macbeth was down to Michael and Max having a conversation about a short list of Shakespeare plays Max was keen to have a go at and them talking about various leading actors (later he expands on this as Max having had conversations with potential leading actors on which titles they were inspired with/ to perform - sorta like an Actors dating spree, 6 months ago) to decide which one would be the best one for this moment - "David's availibity created this window between two massive screen projects and it felt like the one to grab". Macbeth hadn't been staged at the "Donmar" since 1976 - with the legendary Dench and McKellen version. Michael said he thinks that the Donmar stage is the perfect space for Macbeth since "it allows the director and the lead actor to utterly hold a room of people in a way that'd be thrilling and terrifying, that you can't necessarily do in other spaces". He then said that he didn't think Max was interested in the witches and the supernatural as real entities but rather looking at psychological, trauma related reasons to explore those devices within the play. He also said Max was very passionate about making it very Scottish and that he had already been meeting with Scottish folk musicians to create his ensemble team. Also that he was very interested in Lady M being from outside the Scottish hiearchy - that she's be unafraid to challenge that Scottish status quo.

For Michael it's about "the synergy of an actor who should be playing that character - and that is Mr. David Tennant because he is one of our greatest verse speakers, let alone the greatest Scottish verse speaker".

He said that the production would definitely be a contemporary set. A modern dress Macbeth.

He then said that the reason he wanted to back Max as a director is that he thinks he offers a brand of total theatre that is really exceptional. There was a question about the music used in Henry V, and Michael said he just knew about the Scottish folk music and that music would be a part of the show, and that music is always a big part of Max's shows.

Someone then asked if they consult with scools on what plays they are studying in order to choose what they put on. Michael says they were obviously very aware of Macbeth being part of the curriculum and that being one of the reasons they thought this was "the text. And obviousley with David and his DW background, he brings a huge appeal and accesibility for young people who might find Shakespeare challenging - and you know, being brought into that story by someone they know and love so well is...you know we saw the effect happen on Henry V, 40% of people coming to the Donmar were coming for the first time when we had Henry V on - and it's thrilling to expand that connection, and we know David will do the same".

[pigeonneaux]

graphic design is still my passion.

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you can send me a drive folder with every information necessary. If you don't have many ref, you can send me everything in DMs directly.

the ideal ref folder has : face closeups, in side profile, front, 3/4, (faceclaim is very helpful if there is any) same for the body, ref sheet or at least a good indication of the character's body type, body language, and style. same with clothes. and a .txt file where you write your idea + where are some specific details like their scars, or facial hair, birthmarks etc, and any info you think might be relevant<3 and a clear pose reference if possible

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[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Prompt Submission From Followers #3

I really appreciate the effort you put into your work. The mystery in your writing definitely piques my interest, and I'm looking forward to reading more of it. Thank you for your wonderful submission, and I must say, I admire your writing style a lot.

My Email: TheWriteAdviceContact@Gmail.com

Follow the creator of this submission, all credit to them: @falco-underscore-77

Prompt:

“Your character stumbles upon a hidden door in their favorite place. When they open it, they find something completely unexpected.”

Submission:

"Found you!" yelled Sarpetor, as he pounced on his little sister's legs that were sticking out from under their parents bed. From beneath the bed came a surprised squeak and a thud as Lissandra's head connected with the frame. "Sarp..." The little voice that emanated from the shadows was bordering on tears. "Oh Lissy!" Sarpetor dropped to the ground and crawled under the bed alongside his sister, who was rubbing the top of her head, her emerald eyes welling with tears. "What were you doing under here?" "I came to hide," She wiped her eyes and the upset turned to excitement. "and I found this little door in the floor." In front of Lissandra there was a small hinged section of the floor that had been opened to reveal a square of pitch black. "Is there anything in there?" Sarpetor lowered his voice to a whisper. "I don't know." Whispered back Lissandra. "Put your hand in and check." "No! There might be spiders. You do it." Shuffling closer, Sarpetor reached in and felt around. It didn't take long for his hand to brush against something made of leather. Withdrawing his arm, he pulled out a small, dusty leather-bound book. "What is it?" asked Lissandra. "A book, that's what!" The two children jumped, both banging their heads on the bed. As they rubbed their heads and looked out the other side of the bed to see their father, Kam, grinning at them. "Out you come, you two." Kam stretched an arm out under the bed, which both children took, and gently dragged them both out. "I'll take that if you don't mind." Kam plucked the book from Sarpetor's hand and began flicking through the pages. "What kind of book is it, Dad?" Sarpetor was curious about this mystery book that his father had been so quick to take from him. Kam paused and regarded his eldest child for a moment, before kneeling down to look him in the eye. "One day, I'll give this to you and you can read it for yourself." Kam smiled softly. "But until then, no peeking. Ok?" Sarpetor thought for a moment, slowly bouncing on the spot, burning with a desire to know. Finally he relented. "Alright, Dad. I'll wait." "Good lad." He slammed the book shut. "Now then, you two know you shouldn't be playing in here. Off you go, or your mother will want words." The two children laughed as they were shooed out of the bedroom to continue playing elsewhere.

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

💗✨✏️ My Writing Masterlist ✏️✨💗

Since I've written a bunch now I decided to make a proper masterlist so everything can be found a little easier and be read in order. As of right now, I'll only ever write for DD, outside of my MCU selfship fic with Bucky since Kurt's in it too, as well as my fics for Reprisal, so if his characters interest you then please have a scroll, find something you like, and feel free to send in a request if there's anything you'd like to see~ 💗💗💗

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Readers

🤹 Abner Krill

Borrowed Time - Romantic dinner? Check. Sexy outfit? Check. His hands bravely holding you close as your back rested against his chest? Double Check. If only anniversaries came more than once a year...

🕸 Bob Taylor

Honey and Syrup (Sweet Headcanons)

I Don't Know How to Feel [But Someday I Might] (Random Bob Taylor Headcanons)

We All Fall Down - You knew everything about your neighbour, or so you thought, apart from his name, but when you end up the only one willing to help him when he falls under the weather, you might just get your chance to finally learn it.

🧛 Dr. Fearless

COMING SOON

😚 Hank

Wouldn't That Hurt? (Smutty Hank Headcanons)

🧼 Hector

Love Is Messy (And That's a Good Thing) - Your neighbours were all weird as hell, but it takes a crash in the hall to make you realize that that might be exactly what you need in your life.

🦉 Jack Delroy

Amongst the Tall Trees - Once a month, Jack Delroy returns to California so he can meet his fellow members at the Grove. Once a month, you make the trip as well to meet him where they can't see.

Sugar and Spice (Spicy Headcanons)

I Found Love Where It Wasn’t Supposed To Be - You lived for her, and it was all you knew. So when you suddenly start living for him as well as yourself, she can’t let you have that.

👓 James Lewis

If I Told You - Sometimes he was too busy with work to remember how much you loved him, sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve it after everything he'd been through; good thing you planned on never letting him forget again.

Open Books (Spicy/Romantic Headcanons)

When One Restaurant Door Closes - Your handsome regular just failed his 10th date since he started visiting your place of work. That should be all the proof you need to agree with him when he then claims that he's unlovable, but there's something about him that makes you want to be his 11th despite it all.

🚬 Johnson

Feel Your Love Crush - He was always surrounded by the most beautiful people you'd ever seen, so what made him look only at you whenever you were with him? You couldn't figure it out, but thanks to him you were beginning to.

💻 Kurt Goreshter

Donuts by the Bay (Sweet/Romantic Headcanons)

Business Merger - You hated blind dates. Everyone knew this about you. So when your longtime friend claims to have gotten you a date with the hot guy on TV you don't know whether to hit her or kiss her, maybe by Friday you'll be able to tell.

Not So Typical Heist - Folsom State Prison. Once you got out you never looked back, your life of crime over for good. You said that, but then why were you answering a burner email from your former Solitary neighbour when you'd never said two words to the guy? The job must be pretty good to tempt you back into a life of crime, or is it the man himself you want back in your life?

🥺 Lester Billings

COMING SOON

⚡ Lightning

You Light The Sky, I'll Bring The Rain - You've never liked Lightning. He was a bit of a snob, acted like he was too good for you, and always ever called when he needed something. No, you've never ever liked Lighting. But it was the man he used to be that always made you come when he called.

🔧 Lonny Crane

COMING SOON

🔫 Murdoc

Use Your Sharp Claws to Hold Me Gently - You were alone, he knew it the moment he entered your apartment and saw only you in every inch, but you were also interesting, and that was something he couldn't let go of.

🙏 Piter de Vries

COMING SOON

⛵ Wojchek

In This Moment, We Could Crash Together - He was only with you for a short while, but maybe you could keep him if he let himself keep you.

Morning Tide - When his crew walks in, all of them garner your attention with their stories and toasts, but it's him who makes you leave your place behind the bar when you spot him drinking alone.

Wooden Treasures (Romantic Wojchek Headcanons)

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 Reader Series

🤹 Abner Krill

Summary: Even with every personnel in Belle Reve questioning why you wanted him, you kept coming back for more so long as they kept letting you touch him just out of sight.

Part 1 - Collared But Untethered Part 2 - Broken Collars, Lovingly Tethered

Summary: He was in your office again today, and you really wished you'd never have to see him sitting there ever again.

Part 1 - Please Stay a While Longer (Please Stay Forever) Part 2 - The Smile That You Gave Me (Even When You Felt Like Dying) - COMING SOON

♦️♦️ Breck Montanari

Solo fic universe: All future works will take within this storyline unless requested otherwise.

Summary: You hated the cold, which is why you weren't excited at all for the big family trip to the ski resort hours away from where you lived, but the summer heat was killing everyone else, and they were ready to risk the cold killing you for a moment of reprieve from it. The resort was beautiful, the slopes were enticing, and the mysterious man with the business card with a small black diamond in the corner might be more than he seemed when you run into him in the lobby your first day there.

Part 1 - Love Until We Freeze (includes chapter links) Part 2 - COMING SOON

🧛 Dr. Fearless

Summary: Your luck was so weird, you could end up doing something random like win a contest to an online horror host's livestream thanks to a friend, and somehow manage to meet your soulmate, but that might be pushing it, right?

Part 1 - Devil's Luck Part 2 - Devil's Night Part 3 - COMING SOON

🦉 Jack Delroy

Summary: You spent a small fortune getting a ticket to Carmichael Haig's show on the promise of his new act showing his audience something the world has never seen before, as well as the possible attendance of one Jack Delroy, but will two hours of bullshit be worth the risk?

Part 1 - Susceptible Part 2 - Worth the Risk

Summary: 'Night Owl Co-host' wasn't the job you signed up for, and you really weren't prepared to be a TV personality when getting coffee for the real stars was what you were expecting, but maybe you could do this as long as your new friends kept cheering you on.

Part 1 - Unexpected Surprises Part 2 - COMING SOON

🚬 Johnson

Summary: When the Phoenixes enter your bar right on the edge of Ghoul Territory it usually meant they were looking for a brawl and to prove themselves. But when a single Phoenix walks in alone with no desire to do anything but fight without talking, it makes you almost concerned for him even though he's supposed to be the enemy.

Part 1 - Here We Go Again Part 2 - COMING SOON

🖌️ Joshua Whitmore

Solo fic universe: All future works will take within this storyline unless requested otherwise.

Summary: You see him as he's being admitted to the hospital a few streets away from your home, and it would be so easy to just keep walking, but something about his sad eyes and mysterious identity draws you in until you need to see him again.

Part 1 - Breaking the Code Part 2 - Arc of a Bird Part 3 - That Familiar Smell of Fresh Paint Part 4 - Old Houses and Forever Homes Part 5 - COMING SOON

🥺 Lester Billings

Summary: When your meetcute turns into a surprising but nice friendship with the handsome man at the grocery store you frequent, you find yourself not ever wanting to know what he looks like without the smile that drew you in in the first place.

Part 1 - 45 Minute Friends Part 2 - 45 Days of Waiting Part 3 - COMING SOON Part 4 - COMING SOON (end?)

🔧 Lonny Crane

Summary: Today was supposed to be such a normal day. You were even going to maybe talk to your crush this time if he didn't say anything first. So why were you now hiding in the basement of your work while you crush stared you down with a bloodied wrench in his shaking hand and fear in his eyes?

Part 1 - Forced Limitations Part 2 - We'll Always Have Boston (Creme)

💣 Simon Lynch

Solo fic universe: All future works will take within this storyline unless requested otherwise.

Summary: It's a complete coincidence that you meet him, and even though he's a little weird and there's an anger in him fueled by pain, you know that you might be all he needs to be defused.

Part 1 - Maybe I’m Not Scared of What You’re Thinking Of Part 2 - COMING SOON

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Fanfics

🌫️ Reprisal

You Make Me Wanna Stay - Ethan/Johnson/Matty

Summary: Two years before Ethan even hears about the Banished Brawlers, the two River Phoenixes slowly fall in love and get together, creating an unbreakable bond between them. When a third Phoenix is added to their group, it starts a chain reaction of friendship, confusion, love, and betrayal as Ethan has to choose between the two men who would kill for him and the woman who sent him to them.

This series rewrites not only season 1 of Reprisal, but how I think season 2 would've gone, and includes a prequal, sequel, and a handful of worldbuilding oneshots in between. It's deviously smutty, it's angsty as hell, and it's a rollercoaster of a ride as the Phoenixes travel the river and figure out just what they mean to each other as war threatens to tear them apart at every turn.

Part 1 - Fucked / Up Oneshot 1 - Back to the Start Oneshot 2 - Phoenix of Love, Angel of Trust Oneshot 3 - Melt With Me Part 2 - Light the Fuse (ONGOING, updates Tuesdays) Part 3 - COMING SOON Oneshot 4 - COMING SOON Part 4 - COMING SOON Oneshot 5 - COMING SOON

Come What May - Ethan/Johnson/Matty (COMING SOON)

Unnamed Purge au - Matty/Johnson (plot in progress, definitely chaptered with an Ethan ot3 sequel)

Unnamed nonPhoenix au - Ethan/Johnson/Matty (plot in progress, multichaptered, Johnson is a singer, Matty is a Brawler, Ethan might be a Ghoul)

🥃 Jack Delroy/Leo Fiske Fics

These will mostly happen randomly or as my friends request them hehe

Chocolate Whiskey and a Borrowed Bed - It's been one year exactly since Night Owls was brought back from the dead, so Leo throws the crew and their friends a big party at his unlisted address so they can all celebrate properly away from prying eyes after the near disaster last year almost was, and maybe, a little party is all Jack needs to finally get some things off his chest.

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Adena Rose (Selfship Series)

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION, ABNER WILL BE FIRST]

[jabbage]

I keep seeing a post floating around from an aspec person saying how they'd been made to feel monstrous and broken and wrong.

I went through those feelings in my teens and twenties and had some really dark times. I think that society gives us such limited views of what happiness and success look like, and it can be crushing. If you're someone who knows you're not going to pair off or get married or have kids, it's hard to know what a happy domesticity looks like?

I'm in my early 30s now, and I'm so contented with my life. I thought I'd share a little, in case it gives anyone a bit of hope to see one form a happy life can take which isn't perhaps the mainstream?

I wake up to find my little cat purring on my chest, and I give her a cuddle.

I get dressed in a new suit I've brought. I realised recently that off-the-shelf clothes never fit me right, so I've been saving up money to have them adjusted at a tailor. It fits perfectly now and I feel great in it. It's taken a while, but I feel like I've finally nailed a style for myself.

I walk to work, through the park so I can admire the flowers. This takes longer, but it gives me some exercise and I enjoy having the time to think. I stop off at a shop on the way and get some nice sandwiches, my favourite kind of pastry and a drink. Normally I make a pack lunch, but this is my weekly Tuesday Treat.

I have a morning meeting with some of my coworkers, who I feel value me and my work. Personal organisation in my worklife has been a struggle for me, but recently I realised I'm one of those folks who probably has ADHD and wasn't caught by the system. Just knowing this has given me so many new tools which are designed for the way by brain works, and I feel so much more confidant.

For the rest of the day instead of staying in my office I work on a picnic table in the sunshine, occasionally stopping to watch some skateboarders. At lunchtime I eat the food I bought, and I chec discord and catch up with online shenanigans. I enjoy having friendships I've forged with people across the world. I love to visit people and to travel, and my independent lifestyle gives me chance to do that. I also like having people over to stay. I like to say I'm like Bilbo Baggins, I live along in my little hobbit hole but if you come round I'll cook you an elaborate dinner and put you up for the night.

After work I go on a free guided history walk around my local area, and find out about lots of little historical things of interest I hadn't seen before. I also meet new people. Even if I never see them again, it's nice to have that moment of connection. When I get home, I video call with my parents and we share our news with each other.

I cook a quick dinner - these days I don't put pressure on myself to do anything too elaborate. I figure if frozen chopped onion and ready meals help me to eat moderately well and keep healthy, I'll use them. I have some cream which needs using, so eat it with some absolutely monstrous strawberries.

I check my personal emails with my cat purring away on my lap. I've got a little side gig writing and illustrating. I worry that I'm not very good and It doesn't make me much money and I know I'll never be famous (do I even want to be?!), but I do enjoy it. Sometimes I'm confronted with a pile of rejections which can hurt, but it's all good stuff today: the money from a book I worked on came in. There are some more details about a talk I'm giving at the British Library later this year. My agent is sending some possible opportunities my way.

I still have a few hours before bed, so I work on a creative project for a bit. Not something I'm being paid for today: it's a personal craft project. I realised a while ago I have a bad habit of monetising everything, so now I make sure to set aside time in the week to work on things that will be presents for myself or friends.

And then when it gets to about 11, I snuggle under the covers and read PG Wodehouse. I giggle. A lot.

It's been a hard slog, but I suddenly find that I'm a very happy person. There's no partner-shaped or child-shaped hole in my life. I'm content. Every life has highs and lows of course, some days are better than others. I'm sure I'll have many troubles to face in the future, but I consider my asexuality to be a positive and joyful facet of my life.

[tears0fsatan]

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thank you for the past year and a half. i can't say it enough. turning this blog into what it is today has changed my life in a myriad of ways that i am forever grateful for. its made me realise that maybe my silly ramblings are worth writing and that there are folks out there that actually like the string of words my brain puts together.

as a gift from me to you, in honour of my (late) year anniversary and 700 followers, i've decided to open my commissions. at the moment, i can only guarantee a total of 10 slots before my brain starts to turn on itself. if this goes well, i'll consider opening comms again in the future and increase the slot amount :)

once again, thank you so so much for continuing to support me throughout this past year, it's been a joy to share my work with you lovely people. the love i get on every one of my writings is one thing that keeps me going and motivates me to continue.

ᓚᘏᗢ . . more info under the cut !

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anything longer is negotiable though i don't go over 4k

if i exceed the word limit, i won't charge extra (think of it as extra love from me ^_^)

if you cancel while i'm halfway done, there will be no refunds.

i do not offer revisions after i'm done writing a piece and if you would like to make changes, please message me at most up to a week after our initial conversation.

i can only accept payment through ko-fi unless you prefer directly sending the money through paypal.

i will only start working on your commission after i've recieved the payment.

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you can see the main characters i'm open to writing for on my rulez page ⎯ it also includes the things i am not okay with writing.

★ ₊˚ additional medias i'm comfortable writing for include;

omniscient reader's viewpoint

trash of the count���s family (platonic & familial)

honkai: star rail

good omens

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i only write x readers and character x character(s). poly ships are okay as long as they aren't incest or pedofilic.

hard nos are listed out in my rulez page but i would like to emphasise that i do not write pregnancy, this includes creampies and breeding.

either no or specific descriptions of appearance (up to you). i will need details on your appearance and your personality, everything that you feel is necessary for your piece.

your commission doesn’t have to be canon compliant and can be an au or canon divergence. continuations of works that i've posted are also okay.

if there are works that you would like me to reference or base my piece on, don’t feel shy to send them to me.

works will be shared as a pdf through email or discord. if you would like it shared as a different medium through different means, do inform me in our initial conversation.

while i am open to accepting sfw commissions for those 17 and under (hopefully no one is younger than 16 ㅠㅠ), i won't take any nsfw commissions. this is not negotiable. i don’t feel comfortable with doing so and it is illegal for me to sell sexually explicit content to minors.

for nsfw commissions : please specify what anatomy (either afab or amab) or simply put 'gender neutral / gn' if you'd like me to keep it vague, as well as the dynamics between the characters. you must provide a picture of id along with your url / name written on a piece of paper beside it. as long as i can see your date of birth, everything else can be blurred out.

₊˚✧ if you are interested or have any questions, my dms here, and discord are open at all times. however due to timezones, i can't guarantee i'll answer immediately but i will get back to you as soon as i can.

feel free to check out the carrd & kofi i've created, it's highly appreciated <3

please please please don't feel like you have to buy me a coffee or ask for a comm to show your support!!! a reblog (on this post or any of my works really) and likes already make me feel luvedddd <33333

i would also like to reiterate that it is illegal for me to sell and distribute explicit content to minors and if you are underage you may not commission a nsfw piece ^^

that's all for now, if i get commissions i'll def prioritise those but i'll do my best to occasionally pump out a thirst or a drabble here and there ^^; (might even finish off the joongdok fic i have hidden in my docs on ao3..)

thank you for the amazing support over the past year,

一 juno /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

[thetravelingsenior]

Walking-stick or chair

If you're reading this blog, you are likely 50+ in years. That doesn't make you a "senior", necessarily. In fact, though I am 72, I still don't particularly relate to "seniors". I know plenty "30 somethings" with a mind-set older than mine.

My travel experience is lonnnnnnng. My first experience traveling alone was at the tender age of 16 1/2 to France, supposedly to go to school. I'll fill in the details in another post, but let's just say though my dad's heart was in the right place, he had no idea the monster he was about to unleash.

Now, 50 years later, except for a short hiatus to have a couple kids, my feet rarely stay in one place very long. The "travel virus" had infected me at 16 1/2. Now what!?! Coming from a strict, tough-work-ethic environment, school and job, how was I going to tell my parents I wasn't really interested in doing, well....anything. So "goodbye" to you and "hello" world seemed like the logical answer. Now, let's work backwards, or maybe inside, out.

At 72, I'm still dancing around, visiting here and there, riding on horses, motorcycles, in cars, trains and planes.

Today, I am discussing airport navigation and planes. Backing up about 20 years, I had an accident (no, not on my motorcycle) that permanently affected both of my knees. At least that's what I told myself. It is possible that 30 years of long-distance-running had done some damage, but I can't change the result, so moving on. I was flying to Portugal from California. There were plane changes, baggage lugging, but no dog, this time. Yes, I do often travel with my dog. Anyway, I chose to request a wheelchair at the airport. No problem! Here I am being whisked from "station to station" by a stranger, security, boarding and departures, luggage retrieval, hail a taxi etc. It was easier than walking, but delays ensued as the wheelchair lines for customs and security were long. I never missed a flight, but there were a couple close calls.

Weighing the pros and cons of the wheelchair, coupled with a double knee replacement a few years later, I decided to opt for a walking stick at airports in lieu of the chair. My kids thought I was nuts, nothing new there. Talk about eye opener...that was the ticket. As I rolled my carry-on and slung my dog over the shoulder sporting my fancy new walking stick, suddenly those ribbon-like barriers through airport lines were lifted. I was being ushered to every point, check-in, security, first on-board, front of passport check-in, customs, help with luggage retrieval, etc., Flight attendants would scamper to place my carry-on in the "overhead compartment". Exiting the aircraft wasn't quite as accommodating, but because my seat, chosen without a fee, was close to the front, I benefited nicely.

I realize many travelers must have a "chair", but if there is an option (only you can make that choice),) the stick is easier and quicker. I still use a walking stick or cane, preferring the a collapsible cane with 4 feet., when necessary. Walking sticks are great if you have just a carry-on. They look cool and do the job. But when I travel with my dog and a "personal item" and carry-on, definitely the "Benecane" is my companion. No, that was not a pitch. Look, I'm on the taller side, have long arms (thanks Dad) and any walking apparatus needs adjustment. The Benecane has that, and comes in RED. I do not care for dull, subdued colors. And RED is far easier to spot than black or whatever.

Note: To request a "favored" seat without a fee, many airlines have a "special request" link. I find United Airlines the easiest and best. It takes 5 minutes to explain why you want that particular seat and a UA "rep" will email an assignment within a couple days. Not all the airline sites are that easy, but a phone call to the airlines usually does the trick as well. Again, not pitching, but my last flight a few months ago with United was amazing. I called to inform them I had overweight luggage and asked if it's better to pay an overweight fee or take another piece. The representative said she would make the note on my reservation and there would be no charge.

Final note for today...if you are a seasoned traveler, you know the industry is stressful for all. A phone call to the airlines with any questions you may have (make sure you write them all down) will do wonders. It is worth the wait (even a 2 hour wait with one airline.)

[rozinaaa]

I'd Like to Join the Google Creative Lab 5 Programme After My Degree

This is just one of the many options that I have for once I finish my degree. This opportunity lasts for a year, and is based in London, although it can be done remotely as well. It's also paid, and I get a chance to work on real world projects that impact Google and the world.

I'm thinking about joining this purely because of my multidisciplinary practice (which includes things such as net.art and creative coding), my interest in technology, and the fact that I curate digital art in my spare time (although not very frequently, but it's something I do nonetheless), not to mention that I've got some ideas although they've been hidden away for a while now.

To be honest, I think this is a good opportunity because it could be my way into a FAANG (Facebook, Amazon, Apple, Netflix, Google) company (FAANG is typically used in the tech industry, and usually refers to anyone who works at a large international corporation such as Google), where I also get to use my art degree to work on projects that I'd want to work on (in collaboration with others), instead of having the degree go to waste after having spent so much time and money to get it in the first place.

I think the work that I'm currently doing for my Final Major Project could work for this, and I could also make it exist within different contexts (perhaps creating a digital and interactive version of The Advertising Machine in the spirit of r/place and The Million Dollar Homepage, maybe also building upon that), as well as looking through ideas that I've shelved for a while, along with also coming up with new ones which link to the themes that I'm looking at.

I can also bring in the work that I did during my second year (the creative coding/computational stuff), as well as the drive and ambition that I had during that Turbulent Time (although I've left that drive and ambition somewhere, so I'll need to go and find it again), and perhaps combine those two aspects of my practice together.

However, with that said, getting a place on this programme is very competitive since only five people can be chosen for it, and with a company as big as Google, I might have a 0.000000000000001% of even getting through, but I won't let that stop me, since I could be one of the few that get picked, and I won't know unless I apply.

It's pretty ironic that I've written this post on a Chromebook (not mine, but at least I have the option to use it in guest mode, so that I can just do what I have to do and get out without much hassle) since my laptop loves to make a big fuss about doing the most simplest of tasks (even checking emails on that thing is a nightmare), to the point where it actually affects my productivity since everything takes too long to load, and where I end up becoming an amateur sysadmin instead of just Getting Stuff Done, but then again, I've had my laptop for almost 6 years, so it checks out, although I can probably just slap Linux on to it and (hopefully) call it a day, but this action will take at least a day to do.

With that said, I'd be tempted to get a Chromebook myself in the spirit of the Google Creative Lab Five Programme, although getting it for that sole purpose (when I haven't even applied yet), seems a bit ironic, but at least it'll make me more productive, I hope. If I do decide to get a Chromebook, I'd get an 11" one (or anything under 13"), so that it's actually portable, and so that I can just put it into my bag, instead of having to lug around a clunky device.

I'd also be able to carry on with my interest in creative computation (the only reason I stopped is that my current setup is too clunky to even do anything with, and it feels more hassle than it's worth, since everything on there takes an eternity), as well as being able to use Linux (since ChromeOS is essentially built on top of that) in an accessible and native way since Chromebooks have an option to just turn Linux on without much hassle.

So, being a part of the Creative Lab Five is one of the things that I want to immediately do after my degree (the other options mainly revolve around getting a job/apprenticeship within the tech industry), since I'd be able to actually connect with likeminded artists and people who sit at the intersection of art and technology, although these chances are very slim, but I can at least dream about it.

[a-sad-secret-death]

I meant to make this post last night but didn't get around to it before I fell asleep (my epilepsy has turned me into a grandma which completely sucks), so here it is.

I've had an absolute blast with Dracula Daily over the past 6 months. Not only was it a really cool way to look at one of 10th grade me's favourite novels, but i got to share the experience with so many people on this hellsite, and i feel like that's the part I'm gonna take from this.

I loved waking up, checking my email and scrolling through the tag on the train to uni. I loved the analysis and the memes and the fanart and how we all really want an accurate adaptation of Dracula now.

(speaking of adaptations, has anyone got any recs for fics/film/tv/ anything where Jonathan is a reincarnation of Dracula's former lover instead of Mina? Kind of a random request but I thought it would be interesting.)

Really, it was the sense of community and bonding over this thing that made it as magical as it was, and i'm so thankful i got to be a part of it.

I'll see y'all next year!

[bteezxyewriter12]

Un-break My Heart

Pairing- Jooheon x Named Reader

Word count- 6.2k

Includes- angst, Jimin is mean, oral, pussy eating, sex, riding, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, fluff

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J POV

"Please Jimin", I beg

"I said I can't. What don't you get?", he snaps

I don't understand why he's being so difficult

So mean

It's only one day

"Jimin if you don't come I'll fail the class. I need a model. It's the final", I stress

"You're going to have to fail. I don't have time"

"Jimin! If I fail I can't graduate and I have to wait a year before I can take the class again and graduate"

How can he not understand how important this is?

Yes his practice for the American award show is important but this trumps that

He already knows the dance moves, it'll just be more practicing

And this is my career, my life

"I don't see how that's my problem"

"Jimin!", I gasp, shocked

"What?", he rolls his eyes

"We're talking about me graduating here. You told me that you'd help if I ask"

"That's was before we got bigger and busier.", he snaps, "It's not my fault you didn't ask before"

I didn't need a model like this before

This is a special effects class and I need to completly transform a person into something else

I can't do it on myself or I would, like I've done everything else

I know it's taken me longer to figure out what I wanted to do

I work at a bank but I hate it

When I met Jimin through Jooheon, I went to work with him one day and saw the makeup artist doing his make up and I was interested

When I looked up schools, I saw classes for special effects and I had no idea what that way

Then I researched it and I knew immediately I want to do that

It's been three years but I can only take one class at a time because I have to work and because the classes go in order, requiring one before taking the other

He knows this and he's being so mean

"I never ask you for anything Jimin. Just this one time. Please baby, just take off tomorrow and come with me", I beg

"God you don't listen do you?", he shouts, "I said NO!"

Defeated, I just nod

I'm trying to remain calm on the outside but on the inside I'm panicking, hurt and utterly sad my boyfriend of four years can't do this one thing for me

I hold back tears as I stand up, "Ok Jimin. I uh I have to go. I have a few things to do. And email my instructor that I'm not going tomorrow."

"Seriously? Because I said no, you're going to be a whiny baby and leave?", he mocks

I know he's stressed out but he doesn't have to take it out on me

He doesn't have to make fun of me

"No Jimin. I wasn't going to stay long remember? And you said you wanted to go to sleep early because you're exhausted"

"Yeah fine whatever", he says dismissively

The way he's acting is so hurtful

Like he doesn't care about me

This isn't the Jimin I fell in love with

Walking to him, I kiss his cheek

"Bye Jimin. I love you"

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at me and my heart falls

I just turn to the door and leave, my heart breaking

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Professor Kim,

I cannot find a model for the final tomorrow-

No that's not a good way to start the email

Deleting everything, I try again

Professor Kim,

Is there anyway I can do the final on myself because I can't find a model

No no no

I sound like a teenager

Not a twenty five year old

Think, Joanne, think

I'm just so nervous

I know that no matter what I write professor Kim won't accept me doing the final on myself

She made it clear I have to have a model so I can show that I can work with other people's features that aren't mine

I just have to admit defeat and tell professor Kim I'm not going

Professor Kim,

Unfortunately, I will not be attending the final tomorrow. I was not able to find a model. I understand this means I will fail the class and have to retake it. Thank you for everything you taught me this semester. I will see you next year

Joanne

That's good enough, I guess

I'm about to press send when my phone rings

I hope it's Jimin

I hope he reconsidered

But when I look at my screen, it's not Jimin

It's Jooheon

My best friend since we were babies

"Hello", I say when I answer the phone

"Hey Jo", he greets

"Hi Joo. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just called to ask if you wanted to hang with us for movie night tomorrow after your final?"

"Oh, uh yeah I guess", I say distractedly

"Jo what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing Joo"

I hesitate sending the email, tears filling my eyes

Why can't Jimin just do this for me?

He was so helpful when I first started, coming to be my model when I needed him

Which wasn't much to begin with

"Jo, c'mon stop lying to me. I know when something is wrong"

I sigh, "I'm not going to the final tomorrow"

"What why? That's the last class you need to graduate!"

"I know", I answer

"You're going to have to wait another year to retake it"

"I know Jooheon!", I answer frustratedly

There's a silent pause

"Jo what's wrong. Just tell me ok? Why can't you go to your final?"

"Because I don't have a model! Jimin won't come tomorrow. I told him how important it was and he said it's not his problem. He told me I'm just going to have to fail the class"

"What an as...uh that's not a nice thing for him to say", he amends

"It's ok Joo. You can say he's an asshole. He's being one"

"I'm sorry Jo"

"He's just practicing Joo", I tell him, tears falling from my eyes, "I know the performance for the American award show is important but he knows the steps by heart. He know everything. And he won't take a few hours to do this for me."

"He should Jo. He should know how important this is for you"

"He was so mean", I cry, "He really doesn't care and I don't know where that came from. He acted like I was bothering him"

"He's wrong Jo. Ok? It's wrong for him to act like this. And even if he couldn't go then he should try to help you find someone else. A staff member or something"

Joo's right

Jimin should of helped me find someone else

He should of helped me somehow

Not leave me to fail

"Yeah but he didn't. And now I'm going to fail"

I really don't want to wait a year to graduate but I have no choice

And I don't know how I'm going to deal with Jimin and all of this

I know it's not his responsibility to help me but he didn't even try

And he doesn't care which hurts like nothing I've felt before

"You are not going to fail Joanne"

"What are you talking about Joo? Yes I am. I have no model"

Wasn't he listening?

"Yeah you do. I'm gonna be your model"

"What?", I gasp

"I'm coming to your final Jo. You can do the makeup on me. You won't fail"

"You're not busy tomorrow?"

"Recording a song but that can wait"

"No Joo, it can't. That's your job"

"And your my best friend. You need help. I'm going to help you. I'm going and you can't stop me so just say yes and give me the address"

I'm shocked

I can't believe that he's going to help me

I didn't even think of asking him

"Thank you Joo. Thank you so much"

"It's not a problem Jo", he answers, "Look I know you go to Jimin for everything because he's your boyfriend but don't forget I'm here too. You can ask me for help when you need it too"

He's right

I do always go to Jimin

Sometimes I forget that he was the one I went too for everyone before Jimin

Jooheon comes to me when he needs help and I should remember I can go to him too

"Ok Joo. I'll remember. And thanks again"

"No problem Jo. So my question still is, after the final do you wanna come hang with us?"

I laugh and answer, "Yeah Joo. Definitely"

"Great. Text me the time and address. I'll be there"

"I will. Thank you so much Joo. You're the best."

"I know", he jokes, "I'll see you tomorrow"

"Ok. Bye Joo"

"Bye"

When we hang up, I delete the email to my professor, a huge weight lifted off my shoulders

My best friend is the best

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"So when are you taking that class over again?", Jimin asks nonchalantly

I just stare at him in shock

Of course he's not looking at me, instead on his phone

How can he just ask me that?

Like he doesn't care I failed

"I'm not", I answer

He finally looks over at me, "You're not? Are you giving up?"

God he's so oblivious

And so mean

"No I'm not giving up Jimin. I'm graduating"

"How? You said you weren't going to the final and you'd have to take the class again"

"I found a model", I answer

He raises his eyebrows, "Who?"

"Jooheon"

Anger clouds his face, "You called Jooheon?"

I shake my head, "No. He called me when I was writing the professor an email to asks me to hang out with him and they guys after my final. I told him I wasn't going to the final and he asked why. I told him", I explain, "Then volunteered to be my model"

"And you said yes?", he growls

I don't understand why he's getting upset

He couldn't come or didn't want to or whatever

This way I could still pass and he still didn't have to show

He got his way

"Of course I said yes Jimin!", I exclaim, "I needed to pass this class or wait a whole year to take it again. Why would I do that when Jooheon was willing to help me?"

"Because he's not your boyfriend!"

I stare at him in shock, "He's my best friend"

"I don't like that and you know it", he says

I'm so confused

He doesn't like that I'm friends with Jooheon?

Since when?

"What are you talking about?"

"C'mon Joanne, don't act dumb. Do you think I want my girlfriend hanging out with another guy?"

"But Jooheon has been my best friend before you and I even knew each other! I met you through him! You knew he's my best friend"

"Well it ends now. I don't want you around him"

I can't believe he's demanding this

What is his fucking problem?

He's never said anything about my friendship with Jooheon before

Is he jealous that Jooheon helped me when he didn't?

"That's not gonna happen Jimin"

He glares at me, "It's him or me"

I take a breath and say, "Him"

"Excuse me?", he narrows his eyes

"Jimin, the reason I asked to see you today was because I was going to tell you that this relationship isn't working. Not for me"

I can't believe I'm saying this

I always thought Jimin was going to be the one I ended up with

"What do you mean? Everything is fine with us"

The fact that he doesn't see it, doesn't see what he did, what he's doing just proves that our relationship isn't meant to be

I started thinking about this after my final

It's not to that he refused to help even though that hurt

It's that he didn't care about the consequences for me

He was cold about it, he didn't care

He didn't try to comfort me

The day of the final he didn't text me at all

Didn't contact me

He should have, he should have wanted to see me after his practice, should have tried to make me feel better about taking the class again

He didn't

He texted me a few days later and not even to ask to see me

Just a hey, you're alive, ok

After a week of thinking, I decided to end this

The whole forbidding me from being friends with Jooheon just adds to everything

"Jimin, you didn't even give a shit that I wouldn't graduate if I failed that class. You refused to help me then made fun of me and called me a baby when I said I was leaving to write my professor an email."

"It wasn't my problem-", he starts

"But you didn't have to be an asshole about it. When you said no, you didn't try to comfort me or hug me or anything. You just yelled at me", I explain, my chest hurting because even though I'm breaking up with him, I still love him

That doesn't go away just like that

"Since when did you become so sensitive?"

"Are you kidding Jimin? This is my life we're talking about."

"Please Joanne, you decided to become a makeup artist three years ago. Stop acting like this was a life long dream"

I can't believe he's saying these hurtful things to me

So what if it wasn't something I wanted to be since I was a child

That doesn't invalidate that it's my dream now

"Jimin you're being different. Mean. Cold. You didn't even contact me the day of the final. When you thought I failed the class. You were just gone. Doing whatever it was you were doing. The fact is Jooheon was there for me and you weren't"

"I fucking told you I couldn't go!", he yells

"I know! But you shouldn't be getting mad at me because Jooheon was able to come. You should be happy that I was able to pass the class and graduate. But you're not. You're just mad. For no reason"

"It's not for no reason", he snaps

"Yes it is. I don't know what's going on with you. If you don't love me anymore or you don't want to be with me but you're different. And everything that happened...it just made me think"

"And your conclusion is to break up?"

God, he's making me feel so dumb

"It's...this....it's not working for me", I say quietly

He rolls his eyes

Actually rolls his eyes

"Fine. Then it's over. I have more important things to worry about than your sensitivity to things I say"

Pain fills my chest as I stare at him

He didn't even fight me

He didn't say anything about what I brought up, didn't deny anything, didn't ask me to stay, to try

He just gave up

"Get out", he snaps, startling me

I need to leave before I fall apart

"Bye Jimin", I say, my heart breaking

"Yeah whatever. Go", he says dismissively

Turning around, I quickly walk to the dorm door and out

Getting in my car, the tears break through and I cry

Getting out my phone, I call the only person who's ever been there for me

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The door opens, Jooheon pulling me into his arms immediately

"I'm sorry Jo", he says, hugging me tightly as I cry

"He didn't even care Joo. He didn't even try to fix anything. He didn't say anything. He just told me to get out", I sob, clinging onto him

"I'm gonna fucking kill him", he growls, running his fingers in my hair

I shake my head

I don't want Jooheon doing anything that will hurt him and his career

And a fight with a BTS member will do that

"No Joo, don't. Please", I ask, "Don't do anything ok. Please"

"Ok Jo. For you, I won't kick his ass"

I nod, just holding on tightly to him

Everything hurts and even though it was my decision to ends things, I miss Jimin so much

"C'mon Jo. We can go to the living room and talk ok?"

"I...I can't...right now", I cry

I don't want to talk about anything

Not yet

"Ok, that's ok. We can do something else. Watch TV or a movie or something to keep your mind off it until you're ready to talk"

I nod

I don't care what we do, I just don't want to be alone

He ushers me into the living room, onto the couch then turns on the tv

I can't stop crying and he puts his arm around me, comforting me

Something Jimin should of done

But Jooheon, he always helps me however he can

Even if it's just sitting with me and letting me cry

I'm so greatful he's in my life

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I watch the tv, hoping it will distract me from losing Jimin

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

One year later

"Hey Jo", Jooheon greets, as he opens the front door to the dorm

I made up my mind

I'm going to tell him how I feel

After the night I went to him when Jimin and I broke up, we started hanging out more and more

He helped me get over Jimin, he was there when I need to talk, when I needed him

After getting over Jimin, we kept having out and I fell for him

Hard

I've tried to hide it for the last few months but I can't anymore

I called him and asked if he wanted to hang, watch movies and eat

Of course he was down

And on the way here I kept telling myself that I'm not nervous

Truth is I'm shitting my pants

As soon as I saw him, all my determination fled and nervousness hit me hard

My legs are wobbling as I follow him to his room

When we get inside, he closes the door and plops on his bed

Like he always does

He's acting normal

I'm not

I force myself to move and sit next to him on the bed

He takes the remote, turning the TV on

"What do you wanna watch?", he asks distractedly, "A Disney movie? Superhero? Action?"

"I uh...I wanted to talk to you first. About something", I get out

He immediately puts down the remote and turns his full attention to me

"Sure Jo. Are you ok? Is something wrong? Do I need to kill someone?", he asks

"No you do not have to kill someone Joo", I chuckle

"Ok so tell me"

"I...uh...I", I trail off, while he looks at me intently

God he makes me so nervous

It never used to be like this

I could talk to him about anything, say or do anything and know he wasn't judging me

"Take your time", he says patiently

"I uh...well after I broke up with Jimin...I uh"

"Yeah?"

I can't do this

The words won't come out

Maybe I can tell him a different way

I lean over to him and kiss him

Quickly, then pull away, my face on fire, eyes on the blanket

But even from that one kiss....my world flipped

I never felt like this kissing Jimin

It's always been Jooheon

God I'm dumb

I hope he understood because if he doesn't say anything in two seconds, I'm ready to bolt

He lifts my face to his, his lips right against mine

I just let the feeling take over and throw my arms around his neck

His arms move around my body, pulling me against him as he slips his tongue in my mouth

As soon as his tongue touches mine, stars blast in my vision

He gently moves me, laying me down and he hovers over me, kissing me passionately

I'm dimly aware that I have massive questions

Like does he feel the same for me?

Or is he just kissing me to kiss me?

But there's no way in hell I'm stopping kissing him to ask

His big hands move slowly down my body, touching me everywhere

He stops at the hem of my shirt, playing with it but not putting his hand underneath and touching my skin

And I want him to touch my skin so badly

Taking his hand, I move it under my shirt

"Shit", he whimpers, touching me so softly, pressing his lips to mine again

Again his hand stops right below my boobs, not moving an inch

I'm not having it

I move his hand right on my boob

He pulls away, looking down at me, checking that this is what I want

It is

I nod, pulling him back to me, our lips crashing into each other's

He squeezes my boob, moaning softly as he kisses me

I need more

I need him

Trailing my hands down his broad back, I start pulling his shirt off

It needs to come off now

He lets me take it off, helping me as he moves his arms through the sleeves

I pull it over his head, his lips right back on mine as soon as the shirt is off

I manage to throw his shirt somewhere in the room before my brain turns off

I finally touch his skin, loving the way his muscles feel under my hands

Especially when they move

Trailing my fingers up his back and down to his upper arms, I moan softly

Jooheon has huge muscular arms and I fucking love them

His hands shake as he unbuttons my shirt and I wonder if he's as nervous as I am

When he gets the last button undone, he slowly pushes the shirt off me

I sit up, grabbing my shirt and throwing it on the floor, then pull him to me, kissing his neck anywhere I can

"Fff...fuck", he whimpers, his arms around me, hands undoing my bra

Once that's off, her lays me back down, staying on top of me as I drag kisses to his collarbone

His big hands move around my breasts, squeezing, his palms rubbing on my nipples, sending pleasure through my body

My panties get soaked as I moan in his soft skin

Leaning his head down, he kisses my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine

"You don't know", he says softly, his face moving to my neck, giving me small kisses, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you. How long I've been waiting for you to notice me"

What?

He's been waiting....for me?

He's had feelings for me?

And he never told me?

Why didn't he tell me?

"You don't know how long I waited for your kiss, your touches, wondering if I'd ever get them. Praying I'd get them. Praying you'd be mine"

His confessions are blowing my mind

How long has he waited?

When did his feelings start?

And am I so blind that I didn't notice?

"I love you so much", he whispers so softly, it's almost like I didn't hear it

My heart explodes in happiness

And my mouth won't stay closed

"I love you Joo. More than anything. I'm yours, I promise", I tell him

He lifts his head, looking in my eyes, "Are you being for real? Because I can't take it if you're not"

"It's real Joo", I assure him, touching his cheek softly, "I love you. I was dumb before. But when I kissed you...that small kiss....I knew. It was always you"

The smile on his face lights up his entire being, "It was always you for me. Always"

I pull him back to me, kissing him deeply

I want him now

Moving my hands down, I push his pants and boxers down

He gets the hint and helps me get his pants off then starts pulling mine down

He gets it off, moving his kisses from my lips to my neck

God, his kisses light every nerve on fire

Dragging his kisses down between my breasts and along my stomach, I feel his sucks and bites all over my skin

He keeps kissing lower and lower, fingers pulling my panties down and off

He opens my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy

"Jooheon fuck!", I yell, pleasure filling me from his licks

"Oh god fuck. I knew you'd taste this good. I fucking knew it", he groans

Well fuck me, I didn't know that

His tongue swirls everywhere, licking around my slit and between my lips

"Fuck you have no clue how much I want to eat you out. How much I wanted to taste you, making you cum from me", he moans, "I hate other guys got to be here before me"

"Dddd...doesn't matter Joo. Yyyy.....fuck...you're the best", I get out through the pleasure, "Aaaa...and only you get to be...down...down there from now on"

"Mmm, promise?", he asks, his tongue rolling over my clit, sending pleasure to every nerve

"Promise! I promise Joo", I cry

His hands move to my legs holding them open as his mouth moves around my clit

I wait in anticipation and when he sucks, I yell loudly, my body arching off the bed, intense pleasure hitting me

His mouth moves hard and fast, tugging and playing, driving me fucking insane

I bury my hand in his hair, my other hand gripping his sheets tightly

I'm gonna cum any second

"Joo, gonna cum", I cry, not sure where he wants me to orgasm

"Yeah baby, cum in my mouth. I wanna taste your cream"

He sucks hard and I lose it, screaming his name, coming hard

"Jooheon!"

I pull his hair, lost in the bliss, his mouth not stopping, sucking me though my orgasm

Only when I finish, does he let go, his tongue moving to my hole, licking again

"Oh my god, so fucking good", he moans, "So fucking sweet. Goddamn it I'm gonna eat your cunt every day baby girl"

"Jesus Joo", I moan, liking that idea very much

"Please aegi, tell me I can eat you everyday. Tell me I can suck your pretty throbbing clit, swallow your delicious cum everyday. Please tell me I can", he begs

"Yes Joo. You can"

He lifts his head, smiling, his dimples on full display

My heart beats rapidly seeing that smile

I love his smile

He sits up and I do too, getting him to lay down

I kiss his perfect lips loving the way they feel against mine

Loving the way his kiss feels

As I slip my tongue in his mouth and deepening the kiss, I wrap my hand around his hard cock, pumping up and down and he moans against the kiss

His cock feels so big

I pull away from him, eyes looking down and I gape at the huge cock in my hand

Jesus Christ, he's so long and so thick

I had no idea Jooheon had this in his pants

I start moving down to suck his cock but he stops me, gripping my arm

"Joo let me-"

"No baby. Please, I just want to be inside you", he pleads

I want that too

After I blew him but I'm going to give him what he wants

Swinging my leg over him, I sit in his lap, his eyes on me, biting his lip

After pressing a soft kiss to his lips, sit up, reaching behind me and holding his dick up

Getting him under me, I lower myself on him, his head moving inside

"Oh god", he whispers, his hands squeezing my hips tightly

I push down, sliding along his cock inch by inch, pleasure hitting me from how much his cock is stretching me out

It feels amazing and I can feel myself drenching him

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he moans, his eyes on where we meet

I feel so full of him already but I want to take him all

"Help me Joo", I whisper

His eyes move to mine, a question in them

"Push me down your cock. I want all of you inside me", I tell him, his eyes widening, "Please baby. Help me get on your cock"

His hands push me down and I take all of him, his head snugly against my spot, sending chills through me

I can't stop the throbbing on him and I don't want to

It feels so good

"Oh my god", Jooheon yells, "So fucking tight. Oh god. Fuck. You feel so good. So good. I can't....fuck"

I decide now is the time to move and I move up his length

His eyes snap to us just as I slip back down, his head smashing my spot

"Oh god", I cry

Leaning on his stomach, I move fast, bouncing on his perfect cock, feeling his thickness spread me open so pleasurably over and over again

"Fuck, so good baby. Don't stop"

His eyes are glued to where I'm fucking him, his mouth slightly open

"Like watching?", I ask, smirking

"Uh huh", he answers

I move my arms behind me, leaning on his thighs and spreading my legs more so he can watch

"I can't see baby", I tell him, now slamming down on his length harder, "So tell me what you see"

"Yyy..your pussy....swallowing my cock"

"Uh huh. What else baby?", I ask, getting more turned on

"Uh...your...fuck you're pussy lips are so puffy wrapped around me. You're clit is throbbing so much. Your cunt is so creamy, leaving cream all over my dick"

I feel myself getting closer and I move faster

"What else?"

I feel his fingers spread my lips, a soft moan coming from him

"Yyyy...fuck...your slit. When you come down, it stretches so big around me, straining when you get all of me in. God your cunt is so pretty on my cock"

"Joo I'm gonna cum", I moan, right there

"Yes baby. Please", he whimpers

His head rubs my spot and I yell as stars blast in my vision, pleasure washing over me

"Oh my god, so much cream baby", he moans

I keep riding him, grinding on his cock, rocking anything to keep the pleasure going

Through the pleasure, I feel myself ready to cum again and I ride him harder

"Oh fuck aegi, cum again. I feel it baby girl. Cream my cock"

"Jooheon!", I cry, my body shaking hard as I try to stay upright on him, coming on his cock, the pleasure amazing

"Fuck, so pretty baby. You look so pretty coming on my cock", he praises, his hands roaming my body

When I finish, he pulls me on top of him, rolling us over

"I'm gonna fuck you so good my baby", he whispers in my ear, "Keep your pretty legs open for me"

I nod and he sits up, slamming his cock into my dripping cunt

"So fucking wet for me. So tight, so good. Best pussy I've ever been in", he moans

"Bbbb...best cock I ever had inside me", I whimper, the constant stimulation to my spot, making me shake in bliss with every hit

"I'll be your best cock baby. I'll make you feel so good. Every day"

"I'll make you feel good baby", I tell him

"You are aegi", he says, looking down between my legs, "Fuck watching your slit get split open on my cock drives my fucking insane. The fucking tight throbs of your cunt make me feel good. You make me feel good"

His hands grip my hips, lifting me off the bed

As he pounds my cunt, he pulls me down on him, meeting his thrusts and going in deeper than before

So deep I can feel him in my belly

Through the haze, I hear a constant banging sound

Like something being hit over and over

Looking around, I find the source of the sound

His bed hitting the wall

It registers that he's fucking me that hard that his bed is moving

That fucking turns me on so much

"C'mon baby. I need more of your cum on me"

He wraps one arm around me, his hand on my ass, holding me up that way

Moving closer to me, he drills his cock in, his hand moving to my clit

The second he starts rubbing my clit, I scream in blinding pleasure, clenching his cock again and again

"That's it baby. Good girl. Cum for me"

His head hits my spot and his fingers rub just right on my clit and I'm thrown head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Jooheon, oh my god, Jooheon!"

"There we go", he praises, "That's it aegi. Cum just like that for me"

His cock doesn't stop, fucking me though the orgasm

He lowers me back to the bed, wrapping my legs around him as he moves on top of me

He thrusts hard, the sound of our skin slapping together sounding throughout the room

Along with the wet sounds of my sopping cunt and his bed

"God you suck me back in so perfectly. Want me inside you that much huh?"

I nod, "Yes Joo. Want you so much. Love you so much"

"I love you Jo. More than anything"

His lips crash into mine, kissing me fiercely and I love every second of it

"What the fuck is that sound?", I hear someone yell

"Great, they're back", he mutters

I honestly didn't even know they were gone

I assumed they were in their rooms or something

"It's Jooheon's bed hitting the wall!", someone, I think it's Kihyun says

Jooheon just rolls his eyes and keeps up the pace, thrusting over and over, his pelvis rubbing my clit perfectly

"What is he fucking doing? Jumping on it?"

God they're dumb

There's only ever one reason why a bed would hit the wall at a constant pace

We ignore them, Jooheon lifting my boob up and wrapping his mouth on my nipple

He sucks quickly, sending more pleasure straight to my pussy and I can't help but yell

"Yes Jooheon! Yes!"

"Who the fuck is that?", Minhyuk asks

"He has a girl here!", Shownu yells

"Please Joo. More", I yell, so close

His cock just has to hit a few more times and I'm done

His mouth switches to my other nipple, sucking desperately like his life depends on it

"Jooheon! I'm gonna cum! Fuck I'm gonna cum!", I cry

"Cum aegi", he asks and I let the bliss run through me

"Jooheon! Oh my god! Jooheon!"

He sheathes his cock inside me, letting me ride out the bliss on his thick dick

"Good girl"

"Oh my god, he's banging Joanne!", Hyungwon yells

"Motherfucker", Jooheon mutters

"It's ok baby", I tell him, as my orgasm ends, "I don't care what they hear. I just want to be with you"

He smiles shyly

Which is ironic since he's...banging me

Very well too

"I want you too jagi"

He catches my lips in a kiss, slowing down and rocking his hips into me

So fucking good

"He's what?", Shownu shouts

"He. Is. Banging. Joanne.", Hyungwon says like Shownu is stupid

"How do you know?", Minhyuk asks

"Because that's her voice"

The door slams again

"What's going on? What's that noise?", someone else says

My god, it's really not that loud

But then again, I'm kinda out of it

It might be loud

I dunno and I don't care

"Fucking-", Jooheon starts

I shush him by kissing him deeply

He responds immediately, his tongue against mine, his hips slowly pushing his dick into me

I grip his back hard, not being able to get enough

His lips press kisses to my cheek, traveling down to my neck, making me moan loudly

"Does he have a girl here?"

"He is fucking Joanne"

"Oh god finally!", Changkyun yells

Finally?

What does he mean finally?

They know about Jooheon's feelings for me?

"I don't have to hear him whine about Jimin and how he wants to kill him for being with her anymore"

I giggle against his lips

That's cute to hear

"He said that? He didn't tell me shit!", Minhyuk declares

"God he wouldn't shut up about how much he loves her and how much he wants her, how no other girl compares to her. Drove me up a fucking wall"

"He's a dead man", Jooheon growls

"I think it's cute. You love me"

He nods, "Yeah Jo, I do. Always have"

"I love you Joo. So much", I smile, at him

He kisses me softly and move my hands around his neck, my fingers in his soft hair

The next time he moves in, I move my hips, meeting him

"Oh aegi", he whimpers, "I...I can't...you feel too good"

"Cum Joo", I tell him

He shakes his head, "You first aegi. I need you to first

He rolls his hips into me a touch faster letting me feel every inch of his cock inside me

His head brushes against my spot and I squeeze him tightly

"Jo", he cries

"Jooheon!", I moan loudly, incredible pleasure slamming into me, making me shake under me, "Fuck Jooheon!"

"Joanne, fuck!", he yells, moving all in, his cock throbbing and spurting his hot cum inside me

"Joo"

"Joanne, aegi, oh my god! Yes"

He shakes in my arms, his face burying in my neck as his orgasm goes on

I throb on him involuntarily, fast, milking his cock for all his cum

"Goddamn!", one of the guys yells

"I'm going to murder every single one of them", he murmurs in my skin as his orgasm ends

He pulls out and tries to move but I stop him, holding him to me

"Stay with me baby", I whisper

He lifts his head, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, smiling at me, "Yeah?"

I nod

He leans forward, his lips against mine

"I love you Joo", I tell him

His smile gets brighter, more beautiful

"I love your smile baby", I say, touching his dimples, "So beautiful"

"Not as much as yours aegi", he says, "I love you so much"

We share another kiss then he lays his head down on my chest, his arms around me

I slowly run my fingers in his sweaty hair, absolutely loving the feel of him in my arms

I'm drifting off to sleep when there's a knock on his door

"Jooheon?"

"Go away", he yells groggily

"Yeah but-"

"Go away!", I yell, "We're napping. Don't wake us up or you'll be sorry!"

"Ok sorry! Sorry!", Whoever it is says

Jooheon chuckles, "They're scared of you aegi"

"Good. Then maybe they won't make fun of us later"

"Oh they won't make fun of you. They'll wait until you leave and then make fun of me"

"Well...tell them if they do, I'll beat them up"

He laughs, kissing my chest, "Yeah you will my strong girl"

Kissing the top of his head, I say, "Yes I am. Now sleep baby"

"Yes ma'am", he answers, snuggling into me

I go back to playing with his hair, closing my eyes and thanking whoever's out there that my best friend is now my boyfriend

My perfect Jooheon

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

[sofreddie]

High School Reunion 2

Summary: Someone at the reunion has a big mouth.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: Inspiration struck out of nowhere and this piece was born. I have a very rough outline for a small series, maybe about 6 parts? We'll see. It's gonna happen randomly, no planned schedule for this one.

PART 1

Y/N bit her lip in excitement and saw a message from Lana. She immediately opened Skype to call her best friend…and thank her.

"Hey you! How was the reunion?" Lana smiled as her face appeared on screen.

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe you!" Y/N screamed, though it was mostly excitement as she blushed profusely.

"So…I take it you had a good night then?" Lana grinned cheekily.

"How could you not tell me you met Jensen Freaking Ackles?! I thought we were friends?" Y/N pouted dramatically as she plopped back on her couch, phone still in hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep it from you?" Lana screeched in response, "You remember my last night at the convention, I went to that place for dinner that had the amazing burger?"

"Yeah, I remember. You said you loved the place, that it was a perfect ending to the trip," Y/N remembered, "Now I get why."

"Ok, yeah, so I'm sat at the bar with my burger and a beer and he comes in and sits with a chair between us. I instantly recognized him, but was trying to keep my cool, you know. But he remember me! From the photo op! So we just got to talking and you had just split with Chase and I was so worried about you-"

"Oh Lana, you didn't," Y/N groaned.

"I was just venting about how much I hated that douchebag and what he did to you and what you were going through and how I was so worried about the reunion but thought it could be a good thing for you after Chase-" she rambled on, her words quickly tumbling forth as she pleaded her case to her best friend.

"You're not mad, right?" Lana asked timidly.

"How can I be?" Y/N shouted, "He walked in there all suave and shut down my high school bullies - who were trying to start some shit let me tell you-"

"No!" Lana gasped, "Amanda?"

"And the others," Y/N sighed, "And they were trying to cut in on me and I was gonna run, I'm not gonna lie," Y/N chuckled lightly, "But then he was just there. And she introduced himself as my boyfriend….Oh my god, Lana! What if that gets out?" Y/N sat bolt upright on her couch in a panic.

"Whoa, Y/N, calm down," Lana insisted, "More important than that…he introduced himself as your boyfriend?!"

"Lana!"

"I'm just sayin'-"

Y/N sighed dreamily, "Then we danced. Then he took me for a drive and we parked up at the spot and ate burgers while chatting and watching stars," she sighed again, as if it were a scene from a romantic film she had just watched.

"That sounds like a date," Lana helpfully noted.

"I thought that too!" Y/N squealed, "But that's just the fangirl right? I mean, there's no way."

"How many times I gotta tell you you're a catch, woman?" Lana laughed, "I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I'm taking credit. You're welcome," Y/N groaned once more and Lana chuckled.

"Did I mention we exchanged numbers?" Y/N added with a grin.

"And now I hate you," Lana huffed.

"Yeah, love you too you meddler."

Y/N sighed happily to herself once more as they ended the call. She tossed her phone on the coffee table as she relaxed back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she replayed the evenings events in her mind.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real, right?

Too tired and content to carry herself off to the bedroom, Y/N laid down on the couch, settling into the plush cushions and dragging the throw from the back of the couch to cover herself, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of shimmering green eyes.

Jensen groaned as he slowly came awake to the incessant ringing and chimes of his phone. He opened his eyes, grabbing for the phone and peeking at the time.

6am.

He and Y/N were out past midnight. After he made it back to the hotel, he had spent the better part of an hour sipping on a beer as he thought over the night he had with her.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to talk to Lana in the bar that night. He could tell she was a nervous fan, and he remembered her from the photo op, just as nervous and shy. But after a beer or two with her dinner, she relaxed and their conversation flowed. It was nice, to be chatting away with someone new, different.

When she went on about her best friend Y/N, Jensen felt something. Apparently the way if affected her friend was severe enough to have Lana in real turmoil over it. Jensen knew what that was like. He'd worried over Jared a time or two just the same.

When Lana gave him a picture, however, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, with a charming smile. But he could see her eyes were sad and guarded.

When he realized the reunion was a few hours drive and a few days ahead of his schedule to be at another convention, he decided to make the stop to see Y/N at the reunion. At the very least he could chalk it up to a memorable fan moment.

Jensen rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly sat against the headboard, checking to see why his phone was blowing up.

It took only a quick glance through the various calls and text and emails from various persons all talking about the same thing. Jensen opened the text thread from Jared, scrolling through the messages and clicking on a picture that was include.

It was him and Y/N dancing together at the reunion the night before. She looked as amazing as he remembered. Her smile was bright and genuine, but so was his. Apparently word had spread from the reunion that he and Y/N were together. That's when he remembered introducing himself to those girls as Y/N's boyfriend.

He wasn't so bothered by the turn of events, which surprised him. He had decided the night before that he wanted to ask her out on a date. Their chemistry was too intense to not pursue.

What bothered him was how she'd react. They'd literally just met and had a friendly, albeit great, evening and now she was possibly going to be bombarded with paparazzi and everyone in her business.

So much for that date.

He knew it was early, but he wanted Y/N to hear from him first. He opened the new message thread between them, seeing her text from the night before and smiling once more, before typing out his message.

Hey, Y/N. Hope you slept well. Was hoping to talk to you about something.

He sent the message, noting the time, and figured he'd give it some time. He didn't know her schedule, or anything about her really. With a groan, Jensen hit the green button to return one of Jared's missed calls.

"Dude!" Jared exclaimed as he answered after one ring, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm aware," Jensen said with a yawn.

"Did you see the picture?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Jared pressed for more, "Why aren't you freaking out about this?" Jared scoffed. Since his last major relationship ended, Jensen hadn't been with anyone really. An occasional date here and there for an event. But he hadn't seemed interested in anyone at all, and was quick to shut down any insuinuations to the contrary.

"I guess I should of seen it coming," Jensen shrugged, "I did introduce myself as her boyfriend after all."

"You what?" Jared was shocked, trying to wrap his head around it, "Why would you do that? Is there something you aren't telling me? Have you been dating her for a while? Who is she anyway?"

Jared fired off the questions in rapid succession like an excited puppy.

"I gotta talk to her first," Jensen said, "I'll see you at the convention in a couple days. You can interrogate me then."

"I want all the details."

"Don't you always?"

Jensen ended the call, taking a deep breath. He felt so stupid for what he did. He wasn't sure why he did that other than to shut those girls down. He really hated bullies.

He decided to get dressed and grab a couple of coffees on his way to Y/N's house. A quick look at his social media had told him that picture was blowing up. She was bound to find out sooner rather than later. He had to tell her first.

Y/N slowly roused from her deep sleep on the comfy couch, hearing an incessant rapping coming from her front door. She stretched, reaching for her phone on the coffee table and finding it dead.

She rolled her eyes as she threw off the throw, climbing from the couch and shuffling to the door and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She flung open the door, the morning's cresting light just bright enough to assault her eyes. It took her a second to focus, but then she saw Jensen, a small smile on his face and two tall coffees in hand.

"Jensen?" she asked, so very confused and wondering if she was still asleep.

"Hey, uh, I know it's early. But I really needed to see you this morning."

The smile he gave was sweet, but she could tell something was up. Was he worried that maybe she'd go blabbing about their night together? She'd never do that. But she guessed he didn't know that.

"Sure, come in," she smiled warmly, stepping aside and gesturing him into her home. She accepted the coffee as Jensen passed it to her on his way in. She shut the door behind him, taking a whiff of her drink before taking a long gulp, closing her eyes and sighing at the flavor.

"So, what's up?" she asked, shuffling on her feet, "Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

"You're welcome," he smiled, now genuine and inviting and Y/N's heart stuttered slightly at the sight, "I was hoping to talk to you, about last night."

She shook her head, "I won't talk about it with anyone, I promise. Well, other then Lana. I had to call her last night. Yell at her a little," she blushed.

He laughed, nodding his head, "No, I get it. But I wasn't worried about that or anything," he was quick to correct, "Actually, someone else already did."

"Did what?"

"Someone got a picture of us on the dance floor last night and might have said I mentioned I was your boyfriend," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh," she responded, clearly shocked and not sure what to say.

"I just wanted you to hear it from me first, you know? Before seeing it online or whatever."

"Online-" she echoed, her eyes going wide, "So, you can just post a Tweet or something that it's a mistake."

"Okay, well, to be fair, I did introduce myself as your boyfriend to those other women last night."

"Yeah…why'd you do that again?" Y/N smirked despite herself.

He shrugged, "Seemed like the right thing to do. Shut 'em up didn't it?" he grinned, "Besides," he chanced, stepping closer to her," Feels like we had a date last night."

She blushed hard, ducking her head before meeting his eyes once again, "Yeah, it did."

"And I was hoping you'd like to do it again."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't help the dreamy look in her eye. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah. So if you say yes, then we'd be dating, which is practically boyfriend and girlfriend," he explained casually, "So I think we should just keep doing what we're doing and let it ride. What do you think?"

"I think you might be a little bit crazy," she nervously laughed, "Let's start with a second date," she grinned, seeing him brighten up, "And go from there."

"And the press?" Jensen chanced.

"Let them think what they wanna think," she shrugged.

"You're freakin' perfect," he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, even though she still had bedhead. He smiled at the cuteness of it.

"I should go freshen up!" she realized, seeing him look over her disheveled state, "Uh…be right back." she rushed off down the hall and Jensen laughed to himself.

He had a good feeling about this.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

[miracul0us-multishipper]

You (Part 2)

Now you see me, now you don’t!

Part 1 | AO3

Felix Graham De Vanily was, in his own humble opinion, special. 

He was smart.

He was composed.

He knew exactly what to say and when, and he could make people see exactly what he wanted them to see.

He wasn’t his cousin, after all, almost identical looks aside. Adrien never knew when to speak up, or when it was better to stay quiet. Never knew how to hide his thoughts and keep his - utterly unrealistic, when it came to his father - hopes in check. And he might be smarter than Felix gave him credit for, but all that intelligence left him as soon as his friends were concerned.

That was what all his flaws boiled down to, really.

Adrien made the fatal, unforgiving mistake of caring too much. Always had.

(It was what Felix liked about him, deep down. Adrien was genuine, in everything he felt. Felix envied him for the ease with which he made friends.)

But.

Felix wasn’t like Adrien at all. He was too smart to care for people - his mother aside - any more than he had to. Mundane distractions. Friends, crushes - all things that would only deter him from his path in life: high above the crowd, always the center of attention, yet unreachable. Playing everyone, but gone before anybody noticed.

It was a glorious but lonely road. No, scratch that. It was a lonely but glorious road. Much better.

He didn’t need anything or anyone.

He was the sole and solemn genius of the family.

He was a magician, who didn’t need any fancy jewelry to work miracles - just the right distraction and disguise.

He was-

“Ow!”

Groaning Felix looked at the little bite marks on his finger. 

“Were you even listening?! Or did you just wait for an opportunity to stab me in the back?”

The black and white bundle of fur and betrayal on his lap meowed and swiped at his hand, now out of reach.

 “I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”, he grumbled and shoved the traitor off of his legs, but couldn’t help but smile when he smugly licked his nose - as if to say: I'd do it again. “I raised you too well. Now, where was I?”

He sighed.

“Ah, yes. I don’t care for anyone - please stop scratching that ear, honey, it’s not healed yet - because I'm just too smart for that. So it’s utterly impossible that I, Felix Graham de Vanily, am in love with Dupain-Cheng. Got it?”

His cat, the little bastard, answered by knocking his pencil box over and started to chew on a pen. Felix narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? You dare doubt my word?”

With quick fingers he stole his cat's spoils and placed it out of his reach.

“Quite bold for a creature without opposable thumbs, hm?”

Insulted, the poor, thumbless pet retreated to his laptop and laid down on the keyboard - causing the screensaver to give way to the last opened tab. Which was Marinette's Instagram page.

“Wah!”

Hurried to hide the proof of his interest - as if she might somehow appear in his room if he looked at her picture for too long - he shooed his pet away and closed the tab. Said pet meowed smugly and, upset about being chased away from two spots already, sat down on his pillow. Great.

“You did that on purpose!”, he accused his cat. “But that tab proves nothing. It was merely a passing interest in her admittedly wearable work. It has nothing to do with any confessions - faked confessions, or that she can apparently recognize me in disguise, or the very neutral fact that she is cute, by some people's - not my own! - standards.”

His cat blinked. And sneezed onto his pillow.

“Bless you. Now move, or I’ll use you instead of a bunny for that hat trick I’m working on.”

Sighing, Felix let himself fall backwards onto his bed, grabbing the fleeing cat and burying his face in the fluffy fur.

“Oh, to be a cat!”, he wailed into his involuntary comfort pillow. “With no troubles except how to best annoy his owner.”

 The poor animal hissed and escaped his grasp, saving himself from the bitter fate of a comfort pillow.

 “Run, you uncaring monster.”, Felix sighed, “Leave me to my worries. Which don’t include Marinette at all, by the way.”

He sat up and watched as the little traitor turned to sulk on his dresser.

“Stop looking at me like that. Even if I had a short bout of interest - possibly even infatuation! It’s already all but cured.”

He nodded to himself, ignoring that the disinterested cat had begun cleaning his leg instead of listening.

“School's closed, after all!”, he hummed, scrolling through the news on his phone. “And social contacts are to be reduced to the bare minimum. So I’m not going to see her again before this passing interest has... well, passed.”

As if in response to his words, his laptop started to ring and the monitor lit up with the picture of blue, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the stars off of the sky. Not that he paid attention to such things.

“Oh no, no, no!”, he panted as he fell out of his bed and stumbled towards the computer. “Incoming Skype call?! Oh, come on!”

The ringtone repeated itself and Felix jumped.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”

Panicking, he looked at his pet.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

The addressed party blinked. And went back to licking his nuts.

“Argh! I am surrounded by incompetence!”

Taking a deep breath, Felix straightened his vest and cravat - just because he was staying at home for the foreseeable future didn’t mean that he would dress any less professionally.

“Who needs your advice anyway. I can do this.”

He straightened his back and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

“I am Felix Graham de Vanily, the best actor in all of France and the United Kingdom, not in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I can totally answer a Skype call.”

Before he could think again, he pressed the green button.

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng!”, he greeted overly enthusiastic. “We meet again.”

“If you can call it that.”, Marinette laughed with the voice of a goddamn angel. She was wearing a white, polka-dotted pajama top, was illuminated by early-noon sunlight falling through some sort of window in the ceiling, and her hair – was – down.

If this was some sort of cosmic test, it wasn’t fair.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your virtual company?”, he said quickly, trying not to think too much about how her hair looked even softer than the fur of a certain cat. Then, for good measure, he added: “Miss me already?”

Marinette disappeared  for a moment, before returning with a sizable stack of papers.

“As much as I could do without my favorite pain in the neck, we have a school assignment to do. You know, since school is closed?”

She leaned in and he held his breath.

“Did you even notice? I haven’t seen you last Friday.”

What was he supposed to answer to that? Oh, I noticed alright! It kept me from embarrassing myself by avoiding you, because my brain got all mushy ever since you fake-confessed to me pretending to be my cousin?

Ha! Fat chance.

“Aw, worried for me?”, he improvised, as usual, by being sarcastic. “Let me soothe your concern for your favorite pain in the neck: I merely got tired of cosplaying Adrien. I'm a very busy man, you see?”

She rolled her eyes and somehow managed to make it look cute.

“Of course you are. Well, hopefully not too busy for a presentation on marine biology, due next week.”

He blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the one Adrien and I are supposed to do?”

Felix Had Questions. For example:

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t hack into Adriens E-mail account. I saw you present homework that you couldn’t have known about if Madame Mendeleiev hadn’t emailed you, as Adrien.”

She raised an eyebrow, in a way that could almost be described as playful.

“Plus, you seem the type to do that.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms, as if it would hide his racing heartbeat.

“First of all: No, I am not breaking into my cousins account. I may like to prank him - or rather everyone, really - but that goes a little far. Secondly, that Lila girl was only too eager to do homework with Adrien-Me, so I could keep up with every assignment once I could get her hands off of me.”

“I thought a magician never revealed his tricks?”

True. But he had wanted to see if she would get jealous. Which she didn’t. Which was expected and totally fine by him. He didn’t care anyways.

Lucky for him, Marinette wanted to tease him more than an answer.

“Well, I hope your work ethic is better when it comes to presentations. I'll send you the materials!”

A click later, his laptop alerted him of One New Email, containing no less than twenty-two pages of material. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not to crush your little illusion of me as a hard-working student, but that looks like awfully tedious work. What makes you think I would voluntarily do homework meant for Prince Charming?”

The sassy little smirk she'd shown him during their battles of wit last week returned.

“You mean, aside from the fact that, once school is open again and Adrien is back, your little trick with pretending to be him will be revealed? And that I’m your best chance not to be chased out of town by a very angry Chloé Bourgeois? Not to start with Alya, Rose and Juleka, who still haven’t forgiven you for that stunt you pulled the last time you were here.”

Sound argument, he had to give her that.

“Pah!”, he said, just for the sake of irritating her. “So what? It’s not like it was my idea to move to Paris anyway!”

That was at least partially true. His mother had insisted to come back to France, mostly because she wanted to keep an eye on Gabriel. But he hadn’t been against it either.

It wasn’t like he had friends in London anyway, and in Paris it at least didn’t get boring, with all these butterflies and superheroes. Plus, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had missed Adrien. That boy could use a little family - once Felix was done pretending to be him. 

Marinette hummed and tapped her chin impatiently.

“Well, then see it as the prize you promised me after our little insult-match at the Trocadero.”

“Wait, wait, wait!”, he held up his hands. “I already settled that score, didn’t I? You confessed to me, remember?”

“I practiced confessing to Adrien with you, you mean.”, she reminded him with a raised eyebrow – Ouch, by the way – before leaning back in her pink chair. “And that was because you talked me into it. I never told you what I wanted, did I?”

Well, fuck. Not that the prospect of working with Marinette was that unpleasant, but in his current state of emotional confusion, it would only be detrimental. He needed an out, an excuse!

“Why would you want to work with me anyways? I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to do something with Prince Adrien of Dreamland. Why settle for the pain in the neck?”

Marinette sighed.

“Adrien is still recovering from his flu, and given the current, ah, global situation, I thought it would be better to put his health first. Besides, you're my favorite pain in the neck.”

“I'm flattered, darling”, he said, trying not to sound like it was as true as it was, “but-“

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette interrupted him with a shout, and suddenly her eyes dominated the entire screen, as if she were mere millimeters away from her own computer. “Felix! What is that?!”

“Huh?”, he made, eloquent as usual. He turned around, just in time to see his traitorous cat jump from the dresser right onto his lap. Apparently, now that Felix had someone else to talk to, the little bastard felt neglected. 

“You mean him?”, he asked, turning back to the screen with the cat in his lap. An inhuman squeal came from the other side of the line and Marinette sacked back into her chair, which spun around its axis, like, three times in a single second.

“Felix Graham de Vanily!”, she said with all but glowing eyes. “Show – me – the cat!”

Since her voice made absolutely clear that it had been an order and Felix had always had a strong survival instinct, he obediently held up the little monster. Who let out a plaintive little “Mow”, but otherwise submitted to his fate.

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette repeated, “He's adorable!”

“You think?”, Felix said dumbly, at a loss for how to react to this sudden change in situation.

“I do! I do! What's his name?”

“Uh...”, Felix thought, debating whether a lie would save his reputation. “Uhm...”

“Don’t tell me you named him Felix Junior!” She turned towards the cat in false exasperation. “Did he name you Felix Junior?!”

The cat that was most certainly not named Felix Junior meowed in his feline confusion.

“No, of course not!”, Felix snapped back, sinking into the chair as if it might have mercy and swallow him.

“Then what's his name? What, for God’s sake, is this pretty little kitty called?!”

What had his life turned into?

“'dini.”, he mumbled, hiding his face behind the cat.

“What? Speak louder!”, Marinette demanded, and so he accepted his fate.

“Houdini!”, he groaned in embarrassment. “I named him Houdini, alright? I was eleven!”

For a moment, the line went quiet. Then, inevitably, Marinette burst out in laughter.

“For real? I can’t believe it!”

Sulking, Felix turned away from the screen, but immediately Marinette stopped.

“No, no, no! Bring Houdini back! I love his name, okay? Give him back!”

“You're not telling anybody of him, got it?”, he hissed, cheeks as red as Ladybug's suit. Marinette snickered. 

“Of course, I promise. Houdini will be our little secret, alright? Now bring him back!”

Satisfied, Felix turned the chair back towards the laptop and placed Houdini on the desk. The curious thing didn’t hesitate to lounge onto his keyboard and examined the camera, much to Marinette’s delight.

“Oh lord, he's so cute!”

Felix sighed and leaned back.

“Believe me, he knows.”

“He looks just like you!”

At that, Felix spluttered and jumped up again.

“W-w-what?!”

Internally already setting up the equation: “Marinette thinks Houdini is cute, and Marinette thinks Houdini looks like Felix, then Marinette thinks Felix is cute?” he was about two seconds from fainting.

“He's got a little tie, see?”, Marinette giggled on, ignorant of the thought-spiral she'd sent him into. “Just like you!”

Oh. She meant the patterns of his fur, which admittedly looked a little like he was wearing a tie. Of course.

“Who's the most adorable thing in Paris? You are!”, Marinette continued with her shameless adoration of that undeserving little brat, who currently Mow-ed happily at the screen. Pah!

“Just so you know, he bites people for fun.”, Felix badmouthed his own pet, absolutely not because he was jealous. “You can’t trust him. He'll act sweet, but as soon as you're not looking he's got your fingers between his sharp little fangs!”

“Eh, I can handle it.”, Marinette shrugged and immediately went back to admiring Houdini. “You're a good kitty, aren’t you? The best, the best! Yes, you are!”

“No, he's not!”, Felix insisted through clenched teeth. “He's moody and arrogant! Nobody likes him, that's why I took him in! He thinks it’s fun to hurt people, he holds grudges forever and he's incredibly annoying when he's bored!”

Wait, was he still talking about the cat?

“You just like him because he looks all cute and innocent, but if you knew him, you'd never even want to be in the same room as him.”

Marinette had gone quiet on the other side, and Houdini narrowed his eyes at him in betrayal. Then she shrugged.

“If you don’t want him anymore, I'll take him in.”

“What?!”

She would have to pry the little shit out of his cold, dead hands!

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” he asked, trying not to let on that he didn’t actually dislike Houdini.

Marinette smiled.

“Sure. But I still think he's a good kitty.”

“But why?”

She hummed, pushing her stack of papers aside so she could put her elbows on the desk. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked up in him.

“Most cats are. You just got to give them a chance to come out of their shell.”

“But... But he's mean!”

“Maybe he's just lonely. Maybe he needs some friends, and then he'll learn to be nicer. I can wait.”

He was not blushing!

“Why would you want to? There's lots of better cats, you could just pick one of them right away.”

“Yeah, well, I want Houdini. All cats deserve a chance. Even the meaner ones.”

She smiled down at the black and white loaf that purred on his keyboard.

“In my experience, peop- cats only show their best sides if you give them a chance to open up. If you're too quick to brush them aside as hopeless, or mean, you might miss out on the most wonderful personalities underneath. And I think Houdini is one of those.”

And then, because the universe just wanted to see him fall, she winked at him. Jesus Christ!

“Anyway, I'll give you some time to read through the material I sent you. Message me once you’re done, we've got a lot of work ahead. Bye!”

Before he could realize what she had said, the window blanked and closed on him. Disappointed that his fan had vanished, Houdini meowed and returned once again to Felix' lap.

“Bye.”, Felix stammered belatedly. What had just... How could she go around just saying things like that? And then hang up?!

“Ugh, Houdini!”, he lamented. “Look what I have become!”

Reduced to a beetred, stammering, weird-cat-metaphor-using fool!

The cat gave a smug “Mrow” and headbutted him in the chin, but Felix didn’t have it in him to complain.

“Fine,” he sighed in defeat, “you win. So what if I like her?”

Houdini purred.

“You do too, don’t you? Bet you'd bite her anyway.”

He purred on, unperturbed.

“Knew it.”

He sighed once again.

“She's right, though. You are a good kitty. Deep down.”

Houdini meowed and licked his finger, just where he'd bitten him earlier.

“Well, now you're just sucking up to me! Two-faced little demon. Mwah!”

He pressed a small kiss to the top of his furry head, then rolled the chair closer to the desk and opened his emails.

“Alright, then.”, he tried to motivate himself, “let's show Marinette what a good kitty- what a good person we are and do our homework.”

At that, Houdini promptly stood up and jumped onto the bed, leaving him alone with twenty-two pages of reading material.

“Bastard.”

- - -

Bonus:

Ladybug, crashing through Felix' window: Felix Graham de Vanily!

Felix: Ladybug?!

Ladybug: I have it on good authority that you own a good kitty! It is crucial for the safety of Paris that I pet him right this instant!

Felix, remembering her right hook: ... sure?

[spicycreativity]

Howl - Ch 2

Chapter: 2/10

Add'l Notes: As usual, fic is like 6 chapters ahead on my AO3, WizardGlick

Chapter Content Warnings: N/A, ask to tag

Trying a new thing where I force you to read the first paragraph by not including it under the cut 😇

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Virgil slept soundly and woke up unharmed in his bed. The relative cold of the morning air bit into his face, the only part of him that wasn't buried under his duvet. Still laying down, he wriggled into his hoodie and got up to make coffee. He mentally checked himself over while he waited for it to brew, staring blankly at the French press with stinging eyes. Damn, he must not have gotten all his vampire makeup off. Ah, well. His own absentmindedness was not a curse. Maybe he had escaped unscathed. Nothing hurt, save a normal soreness in his legs from standing around watching the Halloween parade, and a quick look in one of the many ornate mirrors decorating his walls revealed nothing abnormal with his face (well, except for the smudgy remnants of last night's eyeliner).

Despite this reassuring examination, he still spent the morning jumping at shadows. He rode his moped extra slowly and took time adjusting the straps of his helmet to make sure it fit perfectly. He examined the hanging sign ("Mystick Earth: ephemera for all ages") outside his workplace to make sure it wouldn't fall and kill him. He even took high steps on his way to the register to make sure he wouldn't trip over anything unseen.

But nothing bad happened.

In fact, nothing much happened at all until just past noon, when the brass bells on the door jangled and Logan stepped in, wafting the smell of warm bread and something sweet in with him.

Virgil didn't even realize he was smiling until his cheeks began to ache. "Hi," he said.

"Hello, Virgil." Logan wasn't looking at him; he was focusing on the paper bag hooked around one wrist and the drink carrier balanced in his other arm. "Forgive me for not asking first, but I wanted to surprise you."

"Here, you can set that on the counter." Virgil already knew what Logan had brought: banh mi, pho, and bubble tea from Sunrise, Virgil's favorite café.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Virgil pressed his hands on the counter and levered himself up to give Logan a kiss. He had always known that Logan was courteous and sweet under that somewhat stiff exterior; this wasn't even the first time he had done something kind for Virgil out of nowhere. But Virgil never could get used to being doted on. "Thank you, Logan."

Logan dropped his gaze, one hand coming up to fidget with his tie. "You're quite welcome."

The bells chimed again. Virgil looked up and caught sight of Roman, who had frozen in place. Catching Virgil's gaze, he straightened as though offended. "Well," he said, "I just came by to make sure Count Virgila survived the night, but it looks as though Casanova here beat me to the punch."

Logan turned. "Roman. I hope you've already eaten, because I only brought enough food for two people."

"I can take a hint," Roman said. Virgil raised his eyebrows at him expectantly, but Roman only raised his own eyebrows back, strode over to the counter, and stole a sip of Virgil's milk tea.

"I thought you said you could take a hint," Virgil said.

"I can," Roman said, "but I'm choosing not to."

Logan sighed through his nose and passed Virgil his sandwich. "I see no need to insist upon politeness if Roman is not going to return the favor."

Roman bumped Logan with his hip. "Really, I just came by to make sure Virgil's okay "

The bells jangled. Virgil looked up again, half-surprised and half-annoyed to see Janus, clad in the extravagant tailcoat he had to wear for work, pretending rather transparently to examine the display of tarot card-themed posters by the door. "Hi, Janus," he said, making no effort to hide his annoyance. Maybe this was the curse, to never get any alone time with Logan.

"Let me guess," said Roman, "you're here to check on Virgil."

"Of course not," Janus said, now pawing through the discount t-shirt display. Ugh, Virgil had just finished re-folding those. "Virgil's a big boy; he knows how to handle himself."

"Oh, yeah?" Virgil raised an eyebrow. "For all the money in the register, tell me what you came to buy and what you plan to use it for."

For the brief moment that Janus hesitated, Virgil allowed himself to hope that he had gotten one over on Janus. In all their years of friendship, he had admitted to being wrong exactly once. Virgil kept the date saved in his phone calendar and made sure to send Janus a card on the anniversary. But a moment's hesitation was all the satisfaction he got this time; Janus faced him properly, adjusted his tie, and said, "I don't know. I'm looking for a gift for Remus."

"Nice save," Virgil said. "We'll see about that."

"Oh, I don't know why you bother trying to hide it." Roman beckoned Janus over to the counter. "Look with your own eyes: he's fine."

"I combined like five different rituals last night," Virgil said. "And I'm doing another one once I get off work." He had already paid for the bottle and the string, knowing he had a hand trowel somewhere in the depths of his spider-infested shed.

Roman quick-drew his phone from his pocket and had himself posed for a selfie with Virgil almost before Virgil could process what was happening. "Smile," he said. "Patton made me promise I'd send him a picture."

Virgil flashed a peace sign. It was better to just go with it. Despite his bravado, Roman got his feelings hurt easily, and it was never fun to try to bounce back from that. "Are we done now?"

"Pardon us for caring about you," Roman said, sticking his nose into the air. It was such a Remus thing to do that Virgil nearly laughed, but he managed to hold himself together.

"Yeah, yeah, my friends love and cherish me, blah, blah, blah."

"Also," Roman read from his phone, "Patton says to tell Janus to come over soon so they can make cutting boards together."

"He was serious about that?" Janus looked helplessly at Virgil. Ah, yes, Patton had made the invitation last night and Janus, leaning back on social niceties, had agreed. "I thought he was just being nice."

"Nope." Virgil leaned forward across the counter and grinned. "Not only is Patton gonna make you make yourself a cutting board, you're going to enjoy it."

"We'll see about that," Janus said. He shook up his sleeve so he could glance at his watch. "Well, I should get back to Bienvenue. Those suits won't sell themselves."

He turned on his heel and made for the door so quickly that Virgil knew he was forgetting something. Ding. "Wait, but weren't you going to buy something for Remus?" he called.

"Sorry," said Janus, one hand already on the door. "Can't hear you, bye." And he was gone.

Roman bounced on his toes. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you two to it, too."

"Thank you kindly," Virgil said, metering the sardonic bite in his tone so that Roman wouldn't get offended.

Roman tipped an imaginary hat first to Virgil, then to Logan, and sauntered out.

"Finally," Virgil sighed. He looked up to find Logan staring at him with evident concern. "What?"

"Are you alright?" Logan asked. "I know you take this kind of thing seriously and I would hate for you to feel like I'm not supporting you just because I don't share your belief."

Virgil couldn't help but smile as an unfamiliar feeling spread from his stomach to his chest. Ah, the warm fuzzies. He couldn't even be mad about the damage to his dark and brooding image. "I'm okay, Lo. I did my stuff."

Logan smiled back: a small, shy thing. "I'm glad."

They were quiet for a moment. Virgil took small bites of his banh mi, careful to keep one eye on the door. It had been an unusually slow day, especially given that it was the day after Halloween. The denizens of Vaillant were superstitious enough that Virgil was rarely idle behind the counter of Mystick Earth. A few groups of people paused by the door, some even going so far as to peer in through the glass storefront windows, but no one came in. Virgil relaxed a little. "How's work? Catch anyone embezzling?"

"Not yet," Logan said, pushing his sleeves further up his elbows. Virgil tried not to stare at the few additional centimeters of skin this action exposed. What was he, a repressed Victorian? "I did notice a discrepancy in the amount we spent on office supplies, but it was only because someone had miswritten a 'seven' as a 'two.'"

"No office drama?" Virgil ribbed him. "Nobody stealing pens or making out in supply closets?"

"Unfortunately, we are a building of professionals." Logan paused, straightened his tie. "The light above my cubicle went out and I had to put in an email to maintenance to get it fixed."

"Man, I could never work in an office," Virgil said.

"Did anything interesting happen to you this morning?"

"Eh, I had someone looking to curse an ex, and I had to explain why that's not acceptable. I won't bore you with the details." Virgil took another bite of his sandwich and bounced the toe of his shoe against the floor. Was he doing this right? It had been so long since his last real relationship, and everyone knew what a disaster that had been. He liked Logan, liked being with Logan, but… Well, maybe he was freaking out over nothing. He just had to remember how to do it right, and then everything would be okay.

"Ordinarily, I would challenge the notion that you could ever bore me," Logan said, "but I do have to leave soon."

"Finish your pho," Virgil said, smiling. "I can tell you later."

They finished eating and Virgil again leaned up to give Logan a kiss, balancing his weight on his hands. His heart wasn't in it, his brain a few seconds ahead. Should he come over the counter and walk Logan to the door? What should he say? ‘I love you’? Should he grab Logan's ass?

"Did you hear me?" Logan asked.

Virgil feet hit the floor, the impact driving tingles up to his knees. "Huh?"

"Just saying goodbye," Logan said.

"See you soon?"

"Let's make plans."

Logan left. Virgil stared at the door for a while, happiness ebbing away into loneliness and doubt. A small, childish part of him wanted to insist that Logan stay. Forget work. They could go to the movies and get ice cream, have a proper date. And Virgil would find some way to communicate just how much he appreciated Logan.

--

Virgil: Thanks for lunch, Lo

Logan: You're welcome

Logan: <3

Virgil hadn't gathered up the guts to respond to Logan's text message yet. It was really pathetic, how a single emoticon heart had him blushing and panicking like a teenager.

He swung one leg over his moped, but kept his weight mostly on the ground. Hating the way his heart pounded, he pulled out his phone.

Logan: <3

Virgil: <3

Before he could freak himself out any further, Virgil got on his moped properly and nearly peeled out of his parking spot. He rode home in silence, shivering a little in the wind chill and dodging potholes.

The sinking sun lit up the thunderheads on the horizon until the whole sky on Virgil's left was blue-gray and luminescent. He stared, admiring the bald cypress and tupelo trees silhouetted against the dying light, until the road turned and faced him toward the darkness. By the time he got home, it was full dark. He parked his moped in the carport and settled in for a lonely evening of curse-breaking.

Virgil wasn't usually lonely. As an introvert with several boisterous extroverts in his friend circle, he usually jumped at the chance for some alone time. But suddenly Logan's absence felt like loss in a way it never had before, and Virgil longed to have him near. Even if he just sat quietly and watched while Virgil put his own spin on constructing a witch bottle.

He went to bed early that night, earlier than usual, unable to stand the emptiness of his old house. Even the creaks and groans, even the ambient sounds of outside, even the ticking of his mantle clock, seemed to fade away into intolerable lonely silence. So Virgil crawled into bed before midnight, clutching his hoodie to his chest.

He didn't sleep well.

Strange visions haunted his dreams, almost primal in their intensity. He was rage, he was fear, he was power. He knew the earth beneath his feet, knew the deep, rich smells of the forest. He knew the moon above. It was bright but waning, pale silver struggling through the clouds that smelled of rain. So unlike Virgil, whose strength was eternal and agonizing and all. He howled.

He woke up all at once, all his senses alight. Even without opening his eyes, it was obvious: He was outside. Not only that, he was naked in the dirt.

He opened his eyes and rolled over, sitting up slowly to examine himself. Clammy soil clung to his exposed skin. He brushed it off with a shaking hand. His nails were stained with it too, all muddy and broken. And he was sore, almost as bad as the time he'd try to go jogging with Logan.

Virgil let the panic wash over him and pulled his legs in close to his chest, wrapped his arms around them. Wrong, wrong, wrong, he had nothing, knew nothing and he was all alone in the woods.

He crested the worst of the attack and clenched his trembling hands into fists, resentful of the adrenaline still ruling him. At least he seemed unharmed; his skin was free of bruises and scratches. He was just dirty. He raised a shaking hand to his left ear, feeling along the back of it for any strange marks. Finding nothing, he checked his right ear. The skin seemed wholly undisturbed, but he would see about that later. Right now, he had more pressing things to worry about than potential alien abduction. For one, there was the matter of his clothes… He got to his feet, covering his groin with his hands despite the solitude. All that surrounded him were the early-morning birdsong and the rustle of the wind in the leaves.

Spinning in a circle, Virgil found a place where branches had been broken and the underbrush had been thoroughly trampled by something much, much bigger than he. With no other leads, he steeled himself and followed the trail. It was difficult going. He had to keep his head down to make sure he didn’t step on anything sharp, and his heartbeat remained sharp and painful and panicked, beating out what-ifs beneath his skin. What if he couldn’t find his way home? What if he got arrested for public nudity? What if he tripped and broke his leg and got stranded? What if something attacked him?

The morning breeze picked up and made him shiver, drawing him out of his panicked thoughts. He just needed to keep walking. He might not even have been that far from home. He lived on the edge of the woods, so it made sense that he was within walking distance of home, right? Well, maybe not, but the belief was all he had. So he believed that he was close to home, believed that he would be fine, and continued to tread the path of destruction through the woods.

He was closer than he’d thought. Soon, the sound of tires over asphalt reached his ears and he picked up the pace. Crossing the road was a nerve-wracking endeavor, not least because the speed limit was 55 mph. He hadn’t seen any of his clothes on the trek. What would people say if they caught him darting naked across the road like some kind of feral mountain man? Traffic was sparse, it was true, but with Virgil’s luck, a pickup full of country boys would plow into him and leave him in the ditch. What a pleasant thought for a Friday morning. Pushing his fear aside, Virgil sprinted across the road as fast as his abused feet and sore muscles would let him. The trail of trampled bushes and broken branches led directly to his house, as he had feared it might, and the destruction didn’t stop there. His front door was open, bugs buzzing around the light over his kitchen sink. Several of his end tables had been knocked over and various trinkets from his many floating shelves littered the floor. His ceramic incense holder lay in pieces by the magazine rack filled with his collection of old tabloids-- the tabloids were okay, thank goodness.

“Hello?” Virgil called. No one answered, and the house was silent. He crept into the bedroom. Ah, there were his clothes. The t-shirt he slept in had split at the seams and his boxers hadn’t fared much better. At least his hoodie was okay. He pulled it on and slipped into a new pair of boxers, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He needed to deal with this, like, really needed to deal with this, but his bed…

He face-planted into it, not even bothering to straighten out or pull his legs onto the mattress. Sleep now, unpack terrifying potential supernatural encounter later.

[nightswithkookmin]

GOING ON A HIATUS

Thanks to everyone who's taken the time out to read my posts and has enjoyed it so far. It's really been fun and entertaining exchanging thoughts and having these much deeper ship discussions.

I thought this issue was gonna go away but I woke up this morning to more people messaging me about finding my last video analysis on several other platforms without appropriate credit.

But that's not disturbing. The disturbing part is the people sliding into people's DM'S on other platforms to get them to take down my video because they don't want people sharing my content on other platforms as they believe it would only make my blog popular.

For those worried about this whole credit business, thanks for showing this much concern for me? I really appreciate the love and concern if it's from a genuine place of concern. Thank you...

I think some of you already know this by now or might have figured it out, I am a law student, I am very much well aware what is and what isn't within my rights? Lol

I honestly didn't see this whole credit thingy as a big deal. It's not. Not to me. Lol. I repost people's photos without credit too all the time. Often, it's because I don't know who to credit and most time my lazy ass just forgets to. Lol. I think it's normal? It's inconsequential I mean.

The videos I use are usually often water marked by the appropriate owners so I don't go through the hustle of figuring this whole credit business out. If I should decide to come back here again I will check that habit of mine?

While this whole credit business is not a big deal to me, malicious slander and defamation to my character is and I don't take it lightly.

It has been brought to my attention that some Jikookers from Tumblr have since been sliding into people's DM's on other platforms asking them to take down my video and or remove the credit they give to my post.

They are telling people I am problematic, calling me the Taekook Lives of the Jikook community. That I have been spreading lies about Jikook, that the Jikook Tumblr community hates me or something like that and to further caricaturize me and make me appear more evil in order to get people to turn on me and hate me, they make up the most ridiculous lies about me claiming that I believe a notorious serial killer is innocent.

Now I have since deleted my YT account because I don't want my colleagues to find out I am into shipping too lol- shipping is a guilty pleasure of mine and I know how this fandom works unfortunately. I've been a silent part of it since 2014. I mean it's started already. The Doxing and shit.

The original post under which these replies are from couldn't save sadly as my account has been deleted but you can see from my notifications the general feel of what my interests outside shipping looks like.

I am interested in a myriad of topics, from literature, Aliens, writing, Harry Potter, history, activism, advocacy, philosophy, law, politics, NASA, and mystery and murder among other things.

My quora is mostly filled with notifications from my Book community and True crime community and often I do share my thoughts and answer questions with regards to the psychology of murderers, legal evidence, notorious villains in literature- well I guess now you know the kind of lawyer I want to be if and when I'm able to complete law school.

But what has my interest in these topics got to do with Jikook and shipping please?? How does this prove I hate Jikook and spread lies about them?

This Kookie Min Monsta person slipped into someone's DMS and asked the person who had put up my video analysis to take it down or discredit me because to her I am problematic. She is not the only one.

You want so bad to paint me black- no pun intended just to win an argument? You claim I am the evil malicious person here but I am not the one sliding into people's dms trying to take credit away from people for their hardwork, spreading hate and negative energy, making things up to manipulate people's perception of others and get them to hate and turn on them- and all because of A SHIP? Damn. This is pathetic.

Who died and made you the gatekeeper of the jikook shipping community? Honestly antics like these don't work on me try again.

I made a video commentary on my Booktube YT account- yes I am part of the book YouTube community as well sue me or better still slip into their inboxes and tell them I voted for Trump therefore I hate chipmunks.

The commentary I made on YT months ago was when I was in the highs of finding a new passion and it was on Ann Rule's book, The Stranger Besides Me- a true crime novel on Ted Bundy which I found so poorly written that at the end of the book it left with me wondering whether or not Ted Bundy was guilty at all!

The Author's writing style which deviates from most writing styles of True Crime novels I have read gave me trust issues as I stated in the video. It felt more as if she was writing a made up fictional novel than an actual True Crime novel but because she knew Ted Bundy in person she made it seem as if we just had to believe her account.

Then there was this whole thing about the police not being able to match the DNA samples taken from his rape victims, to his own Semen because his Semen was DNAless- in lay man's terms. I'll spare you the technicalities involved.

As I stated in that video, I do believe Ted Bundy was guilty but I do not have much faith in the Judicial system, or criminal procedures or even the Author of that book- a sentiment most people within the true crime community share as well. We just had differing views on whether the writer's style took away from the narrative and waters down on the extent of Bundy's guilt.

We had a Similar conversation about Chris Watt. If the community I was engaging in didn't have a problem with my commentary why do you? Please don't meddle in things you know nothing about. It's embarrassing.

The conversation about whether or not Ted Bundy is innocent is moot but a philosophical one. It has nothing to do with Ted Bundy's guilt but more so the criminal procedures involved in his case and the different accounts that exists surrounding his case.

He was electrocuted, he confessed to his crimes no damn person with brains would think or assume he is innocent and I never said anything of that nature drew any conclusions to that effect.

Besides, I moved on from Ted Bundy a long time ago. Now I am into the Serial Killer who writes death poems and signs it off with drawings of the size of his dick at his crime scenes- mind your own business please or don't and let's have an intellectual discourse about him? Lmho.

I am also into cat memes if you care to know and have a whole IG dedicated to cat memes. I believe human beings are the most dumbest species in all the galaxies and when the Aliens arrive I am snitching.

When my mind is at rest, I often wonder if Aliens have masculinity complex and if they do whether or not their masculinity is contingent on the size of their dicks or whether they have to engage in a battle to the death with an alien grizzly bear to determine who is the man.

I love BTS memes too- a little too much and often end up debating over the internet with random people over whether BTS memes are funnier than cat memes- I'm weird, true. But how does all of that make me a bad person?

It's crazy how these people can go on these other platforms to ask people to take down the credits to my posts as well as my posts itself but can't ask people who run to these other platforms with misinterpretations of my work to take those down.

Instead they come on here to call me out for people's interpretations of my work?? It doesn't work that way. You are the author of your own opinion and interpretation of other people's work. You don't call out the original author for someone's opinion of their work. If that were so I would be emailing Stephanie Meyer for Anna Todd and her After series. Get some education.

I have since blocked this person and others whose Tumblr I have been able to find thanks to all those that's helped me finding them on here.

My gf also tried reaching out to the persons who shared my post after we realised this was becoming an issue and had asked them to credit her or my blog- but honestly I don't care about that yet she won't give it a rest. Lol. My ride or die this one. Sigh.

However, we realized soon that this is not about 'stealing' credit- can't call someone out for not giving credit when I suck at that myself. Lol.

This is about people's malicious intentions and their attempts to silence me and take away my right to freedom of expression however way that they can. This is wrong and evil.

I honestly don't care for all these ship politics these people are engaged in. I've had enough intelligent conversations to know the distinction between arguments that flows from bruised egos and actual conversations around a subject matter.

This whole I am right, she is wrong politics... y'all get that the point of having an opinion is not to be right, right? We all cant have the same perspective and you can't call someone a liar for holding views that is different from yours. That is a bizarre mentality to have.

As I stated in my post, that content I made was a rebuttal to the Taekook theories running around on the internet alleging JK glared at Tae when he pulled on his shoulder because he was jealous Tae and Jin were having fun behind him. He wasn't. He was worried Tae was gonna expose him and JM holding hands behind Suga.

If you don't think they were holding hands then Taekookers were right and his reaction was because he was Jealous of Taejin I guess...

But thats your truth. That's not my truth. I don't believe Taekook is real. JK isn't jealous of Taejin he is not Twelve- but then again he was sneaking around behind Suga holding his boyfriend's hands so I guess he is twelve? Lol. Jikook!

Do you.

But please stop the evil malicious attacks and seek immediate help. There is such a thing as right and wrong and this is just plain wrong. Your Karma and chakra are in the negative nodes and you need to fix it. It is not funny anymore.

Thank you to everyone who has shown genuine concerns for me in the past few days and thank you so much for trying to stand up for me. There are good people on here and I have met and interacted with a lot of them and thank you so much for such a wonderful experience and insightful discussions.

I don't hate people because of our differences in thoughts, beliefs, opinions. There's always room for dissenting opinions in every sphere. At the very least, we can agree to disagree and shake on it. But You can't make up shit about people just to prove your opinion is right and their opinions and views which differ from yours are 'wrong.

I am not a victim though, and they are not bullies, psst. They are just vile pathetic human beings exposing the greens of their insides. What you do says more about who you are as a person and human being. And this is who they are.

Just be a nice decent human being. That's what this world needs. Fix whatever is broken inside of you and free your mind and spirit. Hate is never the answer.

I'm going to be away for a while because I have studies, work and other interests I want to pursue at the moment- it's just my AADD flaring up so if you see me henceforth raving about Nana at least you'd know why. Lol. She's wrecking my Jimin bias. Lmho.

Spread positivity, do the right thing, stand up for a good cause and keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Until we meet again.

Signed,

GOLDY

[apocalypseornaw]

Always be Yours-5

Word Count:4,476

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and Reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: During a hunt a spell results with Dean tapping into his more k-9 nature

Warnings: ridiculousness along with the usual

After the interruption by Sam the night after Charlie left you expected Dean to find a moment to ask you whatever it was but it seemed as if he intended to act as if that moment had never happened between the two of you. Your bruises healed and with Kevin's mini vacation being over life in the bunker went back to as normal as it ever was.

You had just walked into the map room where Sam was sitting at the table when Dean walked in from the hall "Wow" you cut your eyes at him as you handed Sam a cup of coffee than sat across from him with your own "What?" Sam asked turning to look at his brother. "Kevin, I just poured some buffalo milk down his gob twice" you stifled a laugh. Poor kid was still recovering from Branson. "Buffalo milk?" Sam asked and without thinking you spoke over Dean "Hangover cure-all. Has everything in it except buffalo milk" Dean raised one eyebrow at you knowing what he meant and Sam not but luckily before he could comment on it Sam said what you were thinking "How is that kid still recovering from Branson?" "What can I say he's an amatuer. The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton dixie stampede nearly killed the guy" "Not the slippery nipples" you muttered into your coffee and made both boys look your way with matching smirks before Sam told Dean he may have found a case.

"Are you sure you're up for a case Sammy?" Dean asked and you braced yourself for the ongoing back and forth where Sam would assure you and Dean both he was feeling fine and Dean would express his and yours concerns because the two of you actually knew what Sam's insides were like. "I am Dean. Look, Kevin's back on the heaven spell. Crowley's locked up so we should be out there doing what we do best. Plus we have Y/N here so three hunters are better than two"

Dean glanced your way but you kept your eyes trained on the coffee swirling around in your cup when Sam asked him "Are you at least going to listen?" Dean finally looked away from you and waved a hand "Go ahead" You turned to look at Sam as he started reading from the article "Taxidermist named Max Alexander crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken. Poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength" "A demonic luchador?" Dean offered and the eye roll Sam gave him was deep enough you were certain Sam saw his own brain. "Shop's a couple hours away in Enid Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Y/N you in?"

You looked up and shrugged "Sure, why not" Dean still hadn't said yes or not so Sam pushed "Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't Dean" When you stayed quiet Dean finally let out a breath "Meet you both in the garage in twenty"

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You sat in the backseat of the impala doing your best not to look Dean's way so you busied yourself with talking to Sam,double checking emails from other hunters and even fussing with your suit jacket. When baby finally came to a stop outside of Mounted Treasures Taxidermy you were relieved to get out of close quarters. Maybe you needed a break from the bunker too? You'd decide after this case.

You fell in step behind Sam and let out a low whistle when you saw the words "DIE SCUM" written in what you hoped was just red paint on the side of the building. Dean cut his eyes at you "Subtle isn't it?" Sam pointed out a symbol on the end of the letter M. It was an upside down triangle with a paw print inside. "I don't recognize it" you said before Sam took a photo "We'll look it up later"

Dean opened the door and motioned for you to go ahead so you smirked "Age before beauty" he rolled his eyes but stepped inside so you walked in between him and Sam. The interior of the building was even less welcoming than the message on the wall "The creep factor just skyrocketed" Dean muttered and you nodded in agreement glancing around at all the mounted animals lining the walls.

When Dean spoke the officer who you were assuming was in charge of the scene turned and spotted the three of you "Woah woah woah" You knew the drill so you had your badge out before Sam did the introductions "Agents Michaels, Deville and Jameson" motioning to Dean, himself than you in turn. The officer immediately turned a lot friendlier "The body's already went to the morgue just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens" then explained that Mr Stephens was who discovered the body. You glanced at the back room then back to the officer when he added "Sure a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a real good egg"

"Sorry for your loss" Dean told him and you nodded in agreement. The officer thanked you both so Dean then said "Mind showing my partners around? I just got a couple questions for Mr Stephens" The officer nodded "Ok, Come on"

You walked in behind Sam and spotted the "Game of thrones" themed animals on the desk and nudged Sam. He picked one up and turned getting Dean's attention. If looks could actually scold anyone the look Dean threw at you and Sam was Bobby level scolding so you smirked then took the animal from Sam and replaced it with the others. You turned back to Sam "So emf? Hex bags?" he shrugged "You take emf, I'll look for the bags"

After a few minutes with no luck you and Sam headed back to the front room. Dean excused himself from Mr Stephens and the officer when he saw the two of you coming. "Excuse us"

"So?" Sam asked. "We got a thief jonesing for animal parts, a pagan symbol and a human pretzel" Dean said so you replied "Yeah it sounds all witchy but there's no hex bags or proof of anything we normally deal with every being here" So Dean shrugged "Well let's keep digging" then you noticed him look up at an owl that was on the wall before he added "Just not here" You looked at the owl then back at Dean "Did he insult you? Should I defend your honor here?" he smirked "I just don't like the way that thing's looking at me"

You were walking back to baby when Dean cut his eyes at you "Y/N, you good with one room or do we need two?" you shrugged "I'm fine with one" so he nodded "One it is"

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Dean was going through his bag and you were coming out of the bathroom when Sam said "The symbol in the graffiti..It's not wiccan, It's copywritten" You walked over to where he was sitting on the foot of one of the beds and leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen then up at Dean "Local animal rights group, Enid's answer to PETA" Sam turned the screen around and Dean read over the screen "S.N.A.R.T? You got to be kidding me" "Well it makes sense that an animal right's group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist" you offered pushing off Sam's shoulder to stand back up.

"Why? The animal's already dead" Dean asked and Sam responded "Yeah but hunters are what keeps them in business" Dean rolled his eyes and Sam added "Now the question is are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?" "What's the difference?" Dean asked and you laughed under your breath "We can shoot the witches?"

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Gentle Earth Vegan Bakery was listed on S.N.A.R.T'S website so that was where you all headed. When you stepped in the door Dean looked around then said "Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery" you tilted your head then said "Just wish I would've packed my leather jacket just to screw with them" and was rewarded with a wink from Dean and an eye roll from Sam.

Sam sniffed and his nose scrunched up "What's that smell?" "Patchouli" Dean answered and when you and Sam both looked his way he added "Mixed with depression from meat deprivation" you shook your head then noticed that the guy behind the counter was wearing sunglasses so you nudged Dean who followed your line of sight "Know who wears sunglasses inside?" You asked and he answered "Blind people and douchebags?" you shrugged "Point for the eldest Winchester. Sammy try to keep up"

You followed the boys to the counter then spoke "Olivia and Dylan Camrose?" the man and woman behind the counter looked your way "Yes ma'am?" "You two are members of S.N.A.R.T.? correct?" you asked and Olivia smiled "Founders and Co Presidents actually" then held up a pamphlet "Can we interest you in some literature?" Sam shook his head politely so Dylan offered a flax seed scone that was wheat, gluten and sugar free. "I'm gonna stop you right there" Dean interrupted "We're here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, local taxidermist" "He's dead?" Olivia choked out and appeared to be genuine. "You knew him?" you asked and she looked at Dylan before answering "Ish. Small town"

"Well he was murdered last night and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene" you told her and wished she'd take those damn glasses off so you had a chance of catching a reaction of some sort. "You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" Sam pushed looking between the two of them.

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Olivia and Dylan were a bust. Turned out while they were tagging the taxidermy place the night before they got spooked by a hissing sound and ran into the alley where they ended up getting maced. You didn't miss the irony of it but remained quiet when they removed their sunglasses to show their faces.

With no other leads you headed back to the motel to change and dig a little deeper because the "mace" on Dylan and Olivia didn't look like any macing you nor Sam had ever seen.

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You sat across from Sam while he typed into his laptop and took the beer Dean offered you. "Necrosis" Sam announced so Dean asked "Necrosis?" "Premature death of tissue, that's why their eyes were all messed up and it's not caused by mace" "Then what caused it?" you asked while Dean leaned over Sam to look at the screen.

"Blunt force, radiation, venom" Dean read off. "As in snake?" you asked and Sam shrugged "Taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing and they were sprayed in the eyes" "By venom" you finished and took a sip of the beer.

"So we talking some sort of freaky ass snake monster?" Dean guessed sitting next to you on the chair and you shook your head at him but refused to move. Sam looked between you two then shrugged "Maybe but the weird thing is, snakes either envenomate or constrict. No snake does both" "Correction, freaky ass mega snake monster. Awesome" you scoffed which made Sam chuckle and offer "Could be a vetala?" "Yeah but they're not afraid to sink their fangs in" Dean brushed off the suggestion and you agreed "Taxidermist was bite free. Doesn't fit the profile"

Sam sighed "So we call Kevin? get him to look some stuff up?" "Best option we have at the moment" Dean agreed.

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With nothing else to do for the day Dean went to grab some food so all of you could eat and attempt to get a little sleep. You were sitting at the table in the room and Sam cleared his throat so you glanced up "Yeah?" you could tell he was wanting to say something but also not risk you getting upset at whatever it was so you stared at him expectantly "Just say it Sam"

He scratched behind his ear as he stood up and walked over to sit across from you "Is there something going on between you and Dean?" you didn't have to act in that moment because you were honestly confused "Huh?" he shrugged "Lots of conversations just from looks being passed back and forth. Dean worried about you leaving the bunker. The couple times I've walked into a room and the two of you jump apart.." You shook your head "There's nothing like that going on Sam. Just when you got so sick after the trials I guess it just pushed me back fully into your lives and then after the two of you talked me into moving into the bunker we're close quarters and all" He didn't look too awfully convinced but nodded nonetheless "Ok, I mean I just wanted to say I wouldn't have an issue with it. You both deserve someone to make you happy and if that happens to be each other.." you held up a hand to cut him off "We're friends Sam. That's it" about that time the door opened and Dean walked in carrying bags of food and soda and looked over at you and Sam "You two good?" you nodded "If you got my cheeseburger we are" and Dean grinned and held the bag out "Got your one and my three"

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You ended up sleeping in the same bed as Sam with you under the blanket and him sleeping on top of it. When you woke up Dean was making coffee and looked over "Sleep good?" you glared at Sam's side of the bed since he was already in the shower "Fucker snores, next time you're scooting over"

He smirked at that "Anytime you want in my bed just say the word" you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the warmth from spreading through your face, caused by his words then climbed out of the bed "Can I have a cup?" Dean held out the one in his hand "Here, we take it the same and I'll just grab me another one" you took it with a smile and teased "Dean Winchester dances and gives his coffee to a damsel in distress" He laughed "Sweetheart you may be a damsel, there may be times you are in distress but I haven't seen a lot you can't handle"

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By the time you made it out the shower Dean was knocking on the door to tell you to go with the fed suit instead of usual jeans and t-shirt. There was another body on the ground at the animal shelter.

The body was of the guy who worked the front counter at the shelter. He had claw marks down the side of his face and according to the cops all the cats that had been registered at the shelter were now missing. "So yesterday snake monster, today killer kitty?" Dean scoffed and you cut your eyes at Sam who said "I don't know" Dean stopped both of you and pointed at a pen "Doesn't that mutt look familiar?" "He's from the first crime scene isn't he?" you asked and Sam doubled checked the clipboard on the pen and nodded.

"So he's been at both crime scenes, suspect?" you asked looking at Dean who agreed with you by saying "Could be a skinwalker or a shapeshifter" "Doesn't really look like a monster to me" Sam was looking at the dog but Dean had already dug a silver coin out of his pocket "One way to find out" Dean squatted and called the dog to the gate. He rubbed the coin behind the dog's ears but there was no reaction. "Well at least the pooch isn't the killer?" you said about the time the officer from the first crime scene walked up and the taxidermist's dog started barking until the officer took his hat off. He spoke to Sam but Dean noticed what you did especially when the dog once again started barking when the officer put his hat back on.

"Can we borrow your hat?" you asked and he handed it over. You held it right over Dean's head and the dog started barking until you pulled the hat down. You cut your eyes at Dean then handed the hat back. The officer snarled "Good luck getting adopted" at the dog and you had the strongest urge to punch the damn cop.

Sam read the clipboard again "So Colonel's not a suspect" "He's a witness" Dean confirmed. You squatted down and scratched Colonel's head "You speak sign language buddy?" he whined at you and tilted his head so you could scratch further. Sam perked up "No but there may be another option" and pulled his phone out. You curiously looked at Dean who shrugged until Sam said "Hey Kevin, it's me.. how do we speak to a dog?"

The shelter let you take Colonel with you so you sat in the backseat of baby with him laid across your lap back to the motel.

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Kevin called back with the spell about the same time you made it back to the motel so Sam was currently combining the ingredients? while Dean sat across the table and you sat on the floor next to the table with Colonel. "So it's an Inuit spell?" you asked. Sam looked up from the bowl "Yeah, who knew the men of letters had its own eskimo section?"

"And it's supposed to let us communicate with the Colonel?" Dean asked looking at the dog who had his head laying in your lap where you were sitting leaned against Dean's chair. "Yeah..well that's the plan" Sam plucked a few hair from the Colonel then explained that it was a sort of animal/human mind meld which meant if it worked whoever drank it would be able to read the Colonel's thoughts.

You watched Sam pour the foul looking concoction and was glad when Dean grabbed it "I'll do it" he looked into the cup and at the face you were making "Doesn't look so bad" he downed it in a gulp and his entire face twisted for a moment "I was wrong"

Dean read off the spell but the Colonel barely moved. Dean tried to talk to him but to no avail so it was decided to get some lunch then call Kevin for more ideas.

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You were sitting on the foot of one of the beds when Dean looked at the Colonel "What?" "What?" you and Sam echoed. "Shut up! It's working" Dean clarified then looked back at the Colonel "Say that again" after a moment Dean said "Dennis DeYoung's not a punk" you were more than a little lost but amused that the dog was apparently arguing with Dean. "Dean! Focus!"

"Oh yeah" he looked back at the Colonel "Hey boy, what were you trying to tell us about the coyboy hat?" you and Sam sat watching the scene unfold which even though the two of you could only hear one side it was clear there was a full conversation happening. "and the pothead too?" Dean asked and Sam glanced at you then turned his attention back to them. Sam threw a balled up napkin in the trash and told Dean to ask about the cats. Dean threw the paper back to Sam then asked about the cats. "I don't want this" Sam told him then chunked the napkin again.

You laughed when you realized that the mind meld was more than talking when Dean once again retrieved the napkin and said that the guy who was doing the killings smelled like ground chuck, soap suds and old lady cream. Sam finally held up the napkin "Dean, what are you doing?" Dean scratched his head in the same spot the Colonel had kept urging you to scratch on his "I don't know"

When Dean started beating on the window yelling at the mailman you fell over on the bed laughing "Dean's a dog dude!"

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While Sam called Kevin to check side effects on the spell you sat between Dean and the Colonel. You weren't really paying attention to either until the Colonel bumped your knee so you absentmindedly scratched his head. It made you freeze when Dean let out a light whimper and you looked to see he was looking at your other hand "Are you serious?" he looked at the colonel "He's being smug that you're scratching his head" The colonel looked up at you and if you'd ever seen a dog laugh it was in that moment so you scooted over so you scratch Dean's head too. He let out a contented sigh and laid his head over on your thigh.

Sam hung up and arched an eyebrow at your current position so you stopped scratching both of them despite the whimpers so he could explain the spell's side effects which was what Dean was experiencing.

A few words were passed between Dean and the Colonel and you had to laugh again when Dean announced "I don't have the urge to sniff butts" "Dean?" you asked and he seemed offended "No! Sam how long will this last?" "Kevin doesn't know" he replied and you ran a hand across your face, as if your life could get weirder.

Dean pulled a candy bar out of his jacket pocket and you grabbed it out of his hand "Woah! What the hell Y/N?" you motioned to the Colonel "Dogs can't have chocolate Dean. Do you really want to test it?" the Colonel looked at you and let out a sharp bark so you looked back at Dean "What'd he say?" Dean glared at the dog then answered "He said you're cute for a human and smart" "Aww, thank you" you cooed rubbing the Colonel's back and could've sworn Dean let out a light growl of all things? Sam looked between the three of you then said "Let's head back to the shelter to see if we can find more clues because I swear Dean's getting jealous over a dog" "Am not" Dean argued but cut his eyes at the Colonel as he spoke.

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After you and Sam having to de escalate an argument between Dean and a pigeon you were in tears from laughing as you climbed in the backseat with the Colonel and it only got worse when they both wanted to hang their head out of the windows.

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When you got the shelter Dean argued with the Colonel for a second before saying "Y/N, he wants you to hold his leash" you winked at the Colonel then grabbed his leash as you climbed out and held the door open for him "C'mon big guy" he climbed out behind you and looked up at Dean who glared at the dog. "Quit being smug you asshole"

Watching Dean interrogate dogs was somewhere between just weird and the absolute best entertainment you'd had in years. A yorkie turned out to be a star witness and wanted a belly rub from Sam in return for information. You stood there watching Sam scratch the yorkie while chewing your bottom lip to not laugh. Apparently the whatever you were after had a sweet tooth for cats according to the yorkie.

The burlap sack the guy had taken the cats from the shelter in had "Avant-Garde Cuisine" written on it so that was finally a solid lead along with a vague description of the guy.

When you were about to leave Dean said "Hold up" and passed you the Colonel's leash then went back and opened all the cages. You shook your head with a laugh when he said "Ok, now let's go"

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You were once again herded between Sam and Dean as the three of you walked into the restaurant after Sam picked the lock. In the first office you found a photo of "Chef Leo" who wore a cowboy hat like the yorkie had described along with a frickin pharmacy worth of pain meds.

You were going through a drawer when Dean said "Did you hear that?" you glanced at Sam the shook your head "No?" "Sounded like little kids" Dean explained so you stood up straight and strained your ears to no avail.

It turned out to be a cage of rats who lead Dean to the fridge that contained everything from cheetah liver to grizzly heart while Sam found a shamanism spell book. According to the book whatever animal organ you ingested along with the right mix of hoodoo and spices resulted in the temporary gain of the power of that said animal.

Meaning owl brains for IQ, Cheetah liver for speed..etc

A clanging drew all of your attention so Sam killed the only light in the room and you all pulled your guns and flashlights then headed out into the hall.

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The hall was empty so you moved into the kitchen clearing each corner carefully. There was a lone cook so when he asked who you were Dean said you were all from the health department for a surprise inspection.

He told you all that the reason the restaurant was closed was due to the chef having a private party and would be there any minute. "In that case you're shut down" you ordered and glanced at Sam who added "You're clearly in violation of penal code eight fourteen" "You heard em! Out Now" Dean barked out and they quickly moved to comply.

Dean took the front, you took the halls and Sam took the back to try to find the chef. Working plan was to simply empty a clip into his head and hope for the best.

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After a fight with the good chef Leo resulting in Sam getting knocked out, you getting slashed on the arm and Dean calling in an entire pack of dogs as assistance the good chef got exactly what he had coming.

When Dean ran back into the kitchen you were crouched over Sam trying to wake him up. "C'mon Sam!" "Y/N!" Dean hollered so you shouted "OVER HERE" he slid to a stop at your side and crouched next to you "He's alive Dean" he let of a breath of relief when Sam finally stirred. "Thank god" Dean helped Sam to his feet then looked at your arm "Do you need stitches?" you shook your head "I don't think so"

The three of you made it outside in enough time to see some bloody dogs running away from the heap that had been chef Leo.

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After getting the Colonel adopted out to Olivia and Dylan you hit the road back to the bunker. The only unfortunate thing was chef Leo had put some doubt in Sam's head by asking what Sam was. From what you and Dean could piece together Leo had slit Sam's throat and Zeke healed him. Wasn't like the two of you could tell him that so instead you convinced him that Leo was simply out of his head.

When Dean pulled out onto the road he shot you a look in the mirror and you met his gaze fully. "It'll be ok" you mouthed and he smiled then turned his eyes to the road.

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