#I have finished my vet nurse classes FINALLY

[devilsharm]

Arises like a slumbering beast awakening from a thousand year-old slumber

Hey. Happy Summer. LIKE this post for a starter. You WILL do it. If you're a multimuse, please make sure to specify which muse you want it for.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Purring with love

PAIRING || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.5K

SUMMARY || As you're walking to your car through the pouring rain, you suddenly spot a completely drenched cardboard box in the bushes. As you peek in, you find an abandoned little kitten who is only a few weeks old at most, so you decide to nurse it back to health, creating a strong bond between you two in the process.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader.

WARNINGS || Unspecified age gap. Use of nicknames (Sugar). Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Overheard love confession. Animal abandonment. Animal rescue. Light sexual tension. Sexual content.

A/N || This amazing story has been brought to life with love and support from my bestie @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'll forever be grateful! Thank you for proofreading, loving, and supporting me because this wouldn't have existed without your help! Eu te amo 3000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @avengersbingo || Clothes sharing Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || 'Hoping for more good days'

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @rookthornesartistry || Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

You sigh as you look outside from your place in the library, where you have been holed up all day to finish a few assignments. As soon as your alarm goes off, notifying you that it's time to go home, you quickly pack up your stuff to get to your car before the rain worsens.

Seeing how the clock is already creeping closer to 7 p.m., it is relatively quiet on Campus, except for the few evening classes that are still being taught. As you go to the door, you adjust your jacket and put the hood on, hoping to shield you from the rain for as long as possible.

With a last deep breath, you swing open the doors leading to the parking lot while inwardly scolding yourself for parking your car so far away today. With a bit of a jog, you make your way to the entrance of the lot, and you can already see your trusty car when your attention is suddenly pulled away.

Right next to the parking lot entrance is a small box that is half open. The rain is steadily pouring inside as you go over to see what is in it and throw it away if it's nothing important. When you crouch next to it, you forget all about the rain as you see a tiny, pitch-black kitten lying in a rapidly growing puddle.

The first thing you do is take off your jacket, rain be damned, and pick up the kitten to keep it warm inside. It's clear that it's still alive as their chest moves with every breath, but as you run to your car, you can't stop the tears from flowing, thinking about how anyone could even begin to think about doing something cruel like this.

As soon as you're dry in your car, you look for something to keep it warmer, suddenly remembering the blanket you have in your backseat. You wrap up the kitten safely, and it doesn't take long to stop shivering in the warmth.

Meanwhile, you find your phone at the bottom of your bag, and with tears streaming down your face steadily, you call the first person who comes to mind: Tony.

It only takes him two rings to pick up, and the worry on his face is immediately visible when he sees and hears how distraught you are.

"Who do I need to hunt down, Sugar?" Tony asks, worry laced in his voice as he sits down. He is technically in the middle of a meeting, but when he sees you calling, he drops everything and answers immediately.

"I-I don't k-know," you stammer out between sobs, tears constantly wetting your cheeks the second you try and wipe them away. "I-I found a-a kitten in a b-box in the p-pouring rain." More sobs make their way through your body as you look down at the kitten on your lap, your camera now aimed at them as well.

"Oh, poor Sugar," Tony whispers, his brows knitted together in concern.

"Are they still alive? Can you take them to a nearby vet?" he asks, and you nod, finally calming down a bit now that you're talking to Tony. His voice always manages to calm you during moments like these, and you wish he were there with you now, but the FaceTime call would have to suffice right now.

"Y-yeah, they're still breathing. Do you think I can keep them if they're okay? I can't abandon them in a shelter, and maybe I won't be as lonely in my apartment if they're around as well," you ask, your tears and sobs having reduced to sniffles now.

"Absolutely, you can, Sugar. Please keep me updated about their well-being, okay? I will ensure they have the best medical care and at-home care," he says, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly at his words.

"Thank you, Tony. And I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting," you whisper, guilt creeping into your gut.

"Please, there's no need to apologize, Sugar. You know you can call me no matter what, and I'll be there for you, alright?" he asks, and you nod. After your last goodbyes, he returns to his meeting as if nothing happened, and you look up the directions to the closest emergency vet.

Luckily, it's only a 15-minute drive, and as soon as you're there, the vet will immediately see you and the little kitten.

"So, what happened to them?" the vet asks, but you shrug.

"I found them in a box near the college, so I figured I'd give them a fair shot at life and bring them here," you say, tears welling up in your eyes again as you swallow away the lump forming in your throat.

"Alright, I'll check them out, and you can wait in here for now. I'll be back within 20 minutes or so," the kind man says. You nod before turning around and sitting down, ready to update Tony. When you unlock your phone, you get his incoming call and pick up on the first ring.

"Hi, Sugar," Tony says as he sees your face, this time with fewer tears. Warmth spreads through his chest as you smile at him and greet him back. For a moment, everything is right with the world again.

"How's the kitten doing?"

"We found out it's a he. The vet took him for some exams, and he should be back in about 20 minutes, so... All I can do now is wait," you say with a shrug and an unconvincing smile. At this moment, Tony decides to stop everything he's doing, as he needs to be with you tonight. You may not ask for it outright, but he can tell you shouldn't be alone, at least not on the first night.

"Do you have a name for him?" he asks, and you nod.

"I'm thinking of calling him Moon. He's a beautiful pitch-black cat with the most stunning blue eyes, and the name really seems to fit him well," you say, a smile now tugging at the corners of your lips as you think about the little kitten.

"I can't wait to meet little Moon," Tony replies as he allows himself to sink back into his office chair. There's a comfortable silence between you two for a short moment, and neither of you feels the need to fill it. Eventually, you two make some small talk until the vet returns, and you have to say your goodbyes.

"How is he?" you ask as you quickly get up from your seat, your heart going a mile a minute right now. You reach out to the kitten, petting his head gently with the tip of your finger, and he feels so soft.

"He's surprisingly doing well. I think you found him not long after he was left, so apart from his hunger, there's nothing wrong with him. Over the next few weeks, you will need to bottle-feed him until he can start eating regular food, and I would like to see him once a week for the next three or four weeks to keep an eye on him," the vet says, and you nod in understanding.

"For now, I'll give you enough supplies to last you a day or two, but you need to get more soon," he says. With that, he shows you how to feed little Moon, and you're on your way home quickly. With Moon sitting comfortably in a carrying case in one hand and the supplies in your other hand, you go out the door and back to your car.

"It's time to go home, Little Moon. Are you excited?" you ask him, and he lets out a squeaky noise that resembles somewhat of a meow, making your heart race as you hear it. As you take off, you can't stop thinking that you have officially adopted a kitten and won't be as lonely anymore in your apartment.

"Welcome home, Moon!" you tell the little kitten as your front door swings open. The first thing you do after closing it again is put the carrier and supplies down on your dining room table so you can put on something a bit warmer. It's a good thing he's asleep in there right now, so you quickly grab one of Tony's old shirts and a pair of sweatpants, changing with lightning speed.

Your hair is put up in a messy bun, and you decide to trade your contacts for your glasses, which makes you feel even more comfortable, especially since you have quite a long night ahead of you.

The moment you're back in your dining room, you look inside the carrier, and he's awake again, which is perfect timing for feeding him. His bottle is prepared within no time, and you wrap him up in the softest blanket you could find, which has pink and yellow flowers on it.

Moon latches on to the bottle without a problem, his eyes curiously looking around as you feed him. Just before you have the chance to sit down, you hear a few knocks on your door, and you make your way over to see who's on the other side. As soon as you peek through the little peephole, you see it's Tony, so you take a step back to call out that it's open.

"Tony, what are you doing here?" you ask, surprised as he's holding a duffle bag in one hand and some food in the other. He made the educated guess you still needed to eat dinner, and he was right.

"I figured my Sugar could use some extra help now that you have a baby to take care of," he winks, and your cheeks warm at his words. He leans forward to place a soft peck on your lips, and you happily accept it as you smile into the kiss.

"Thank you for coming over; I cannot even begin to explain how much I appreciate it," you sigh, and he nods.

"So, this is Moon, huh?" Tony asks after putting down the bags he is holding, and you nod.

"It is. I have enough supplies to take care of him for a day or two, so I have to go out and buy more tomorrow. Luckily, the vet gave me a list of everything I could possibly need to make sure he's happy and healthy," you tell Tony, who's now carefully petting Moon between his ears.

"He's beautiful," Tony whispers, and you agree.

"How about this: You sit on the couch and continue feeding and loving the little guy, and I get you a plate of food? I have a hunch you haven't had dinner yet, and I could use some food as well," he says, to which you happily agree.

"That would be amazing right about now. Thank you, Tony," you say, sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, looking down at Moon with a broad smile.

Tony can't stop smiling as he prepares a plate for you both. As he takes in the way you look in a pair of sweatpants and his shirt, combined with your glasses and your hair up like this, he can't help but fall in love with you just a little more, and he knows he can't hide it much longer. But for now, he will have to keep to himself, as there are other priorities to take care of.

"Who's ready for some food?" Tony asks as he walks into the living room with two plates of food, and the smell immediately invades your senses. He got Chinese take-out, and it smells divine.

"I'll just go put him down for a bit in his carrier; he just fell asleep again after finishing his bottle, so I'll be right back," you tell Tony. Before you know it, he's in the carrying case you brought him home in, but you decide to take off the top so you can keep an eye on him.

"Alright, I believe it's time for dinner!" you say excitedly as you walk back into the living room. As you stand before the couch, Tony extends his hand, and you take it, only to be pulled onto his lap with a soft shriek.

"Now I can finally say a proper hello to you," he whispers before leaning in to kiss you, his hands lying on your hips while your hands are gliding through the hair on the nape of his neck, your nails softly scratching over his scalp.

Your lips glide against his effortlessly, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Your hearts match each other's rhythm as they speed up, and the moment is perfect. You're held by the man you love, and even though neither of you wants to admit it, you're both entirely sure about it.

You're both head over heels in love with one another.

During dinner, you and Tony watched a cheesy romantic comedy that happened to be on; even though neither of you paid too much attention to it—you were too busy teasing one another to even care about the movie—there were still a lot of laughs shared between you two over it.

"I can't believe people enjoy these movies, and even more so that people think a happily ever after like that exists," you sigh, thinking back to your awful past and why you moved to the other side of the country.

"I don't know, I quite like the idea of having a happily ever after with someone. To love someone so deeply that you would go to the end of the earth for them without a second thought. I guess I like the idea of having someone to grow old with and someone to come home to after a long day of work," he says, though his eyes are trained on the coffee table instead of looking at you.

"I mean, when you put it like that, I think I might want it as well, as long as it's with the right person," you say softly. You look at him from the corner of your eye, trying to see his reaction. His cheeks are turning a familiar pink tint, making you smile at his cuteness.

Without saying a word, Tony grabs your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly as his gaze is now focused on the TV again. You cuddle into his side more, your head leaning on his shoulder as you sigh softly.

Just as Tony has finally gathered the courage to tell you what's on his mind, your next alarm goes off, letting you know it's time to give Moon some medicine. It has to be given a few hours before he's fed again, so it's a good thing he's nearby. You can easily take care of him this way.

Reluctantly, you untangle your lips from Tony's and give him an apologetic smile as you get up. He also smiles at you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes this time, and he's left with an empty feeling in his chest.

Moon is taking the medicine like an absolute champ, and before you know it, you're back on the couch with Tony, who has now wrapped his arm around you to pull you against his side, and your hand is tracing figures on his thigh as you're both watching another movie.

A shiver runs down your spine, and Tony pulls you closer to him, but to no avail.

"Tony? Can I maybe borrow your sweatshirt? I'm starting to get a little chilly over here," you ask, but he has a better plan.

"I brought you something even better," Tony says as he grabs a hoodie from his duffle bag. He wore it yesterday while working in his lab, so even though it's gotten a bit dirty, it smells like him, which you can never get enough of.

"Oh my god, thank you!" you say as you immediately slip it on. You pull Tony in for a hug, which he happily reciprocates. It feels good to be held by one another, and you two stay like that for a few minutes as you bury your nose in his neck.

"Thank you for being here, Tony. You didn't have to be, but I'm grateful you did," you tell him after you pull away. Your eyes look at his deep brown ones, and you can see a shimmer of happiness in them as he smiles.

"I know I didn't have to be, but I couldn't leave my girl alone after what happened," he tells you, and a deep red blush covers your cheeks. The thought of you being his girl makes you feel excited, but before you can say something stupid, you pull him into a kiss.

It started slowly at first, but when you moaned softly as he pulled you against him, Tony immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth. As you two explored each other's mouths for a while, you could feel yourself clenching around nothing, and he was also definitely getting aroused as well.

Just as Tony's hands wandered down your body and to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, another alarm went off, but this time, it caught you both off-guard as you jumped apart.

"It's time for another feeding. Do you want to do the honors this time?" you ask, and he agrees after you give him a few more pecks.

"Alright," you say, and you get his bottle ready while Tony gets Moon ready, and he's all wrapped up in his little blanket. While Tony is feeding him, you take your time to snap some photos of Tony taking care of the black kitten, as it melts your heart, and you want to remember this moment for many years to come.

"Do you mind if I go take a shower? Now that you're here, I might as well make the most of the situation, especially after the rain earlier," you ask Tony after you've snapped enough photos to fill a few books.

"Course not, Sugar. You go take care of yourself, and I'll take care of him, okay?" Tony says softly, and you smile before turning around and heading towards your bathroom. As soon as you're in there, you grab a tight hold of the sink and suppress the scream that wants to leave your body.

Tony showing up for you like that and being so loving and sweet has the butterflies in your stomach in complete disarray, and you can't believe you have gotten so lucky as to have met someone like him. You thought you would never find love again after moving away, but he has shown you it's possible, and you're more than grateful for it.

The shower is quick but very refreshing as you finally get to wash away every last worry that has crept its way into your mind and body, making you refreshed and a little tired at the same time. The amount of relaxation you feel now is something you haven't felt in a long time, and you breathe a sigh of relief as a smile tugs on the corners of your lips.

Once you're done, you slip into a comfortable pair of underwear, sweatpants, and Tony's hoodie, which you bring up to your nose as you take a whiff of his scent. It envelops you completely, and it feels like coming home after a long day.

As you walk back to the living room, you hear Tony talking to Moon, and you can't help but wait on the other side of the door, partially because you're curious about what he's saying and partially because you don't want to interrupt their conversation.

"You're very lucky to have an amazing Mommy like Sugar, you know that? She'll take amazing care of you and love you so much. And maybe one day I will be your Daddy as well, making us a big, happy family," Tony says with a soft sigh, the idea of you two being together forming more and more in his head.

"I'm already so in love with you, you know that? And with Sugar, too, but I don't want to admit it just yet—I don't even know if she likes me like that as well," he tells Moon, his voice trailing off near the end. If only he knew you had fallen head over heels for him as well.

After a few more moments, you swing open the door, and you see Tony cuddling with Moon in the blanket and his bottle empty on the table.

"How did he do?" you ask as you sit beside Tony. You both look at a sleepy Moon as he's curled up in the blanket's warmth combined with the heat of Tony's body.

"He ate like a champ, just finished his bottle, so I figured I'd cuddle with him for a bit so you could see him too. He's so cute when he's sleepy," Tony says as he looks at you with a fond expression.

"You're cute when you're sleepy, too," Tony says as a yawn escapes, and you can no longer hide your tiredness. It's already been a long day, and now that you have little Moon to take care of, staying awake is only getting more challenging, as it's all taking up so much of your energy.

"Do you want me to stay tonight, Sugar? I can help take care of Moon, so you won't have to get up every time," Tony offers.

"Oh no, that's okay, I don't mind," you quickly respond, but he shakes his head.

"I think it's best if I stay; you need your rest tonight as well,'' he tries again, and this time, you agree. Once Moon is done feeding, you carefully put him in his bed again before taking him to your bedroom so you can keep an eye on him if needed.

After you and Tony have gotten ready to sleep, he sits on his side of the bed, his legs spread and arm held out. Both of you are fully clothed, but that won't be for long if it's up to Tony.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, hmm?" he asks with a raised brow, and you agree. With a few swift motions, you're left in nothing but your bra and panties, and Tony can't help but place a few soft kisses on the exposed skin of your belly.

"So beautiful," he whispers as his hands glide over your thighs and the flesh of your butt, where he squeezes as well. A giggle escapes your lips as he does, and it doesn't take long for him to be left in nothing but his boxer briefs as well.

As you crawl into bed, you're quickly followed by Tony, who, instead of lying next to you, crawls over your body to cage you in with his large frame. His broad shoulders and thick thighs cover quite a large portion of your body, and you can't help but bite your lip at the thought.

"What's going on in that brain of yours, Sugar?" Tony asks as he noses along your jaw and neck before placing soft kisses over the column of your throat that have you moaning ever so softly.

"You."

"And what are you thinking about exactly?" he asks, and a deep red blush spreads over your cheeks again.

"How good it feels when you slide that thick, delicious monster of a cock inside my tight, warm pussy," you whisper, and his eyes go wide at your words. With those words, Tony doesn't take long to do just that.

Your legs are spread perfectly for him as he gets comfortable between them, his bare cock resting on your thigh as he takes his time with your nipples first. Tugging and suckling on them to pull soft moans from you is one of his favorite activities, and he can spend hours doing just that.

When he's had his fill, and he's happy with how red and perky they are, he lets his hand glide to his cock, which he pumps up and down a few times before lining up with your entrance and pushing in every so slowly.

Your breaths mingle with every soft and careful thrust, your moans becoming one as he bottoms out, and your bodies working in a perfect rhythm together as you both roll your hips together. Your hands are linked above your head while Tony kisses you softly, and this moment feels nothing short of perfect.

Making love to the man you love is the best feeling in the world, and falling over the edge at the same time while your foreheads are connected has never felt more intimate. The way your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for everything he's worth, has never felt this good, and neither of you ever wants to stop.

Neither of you wants this moment to end while you're wrapped in your little bubble. There is not a single care in the world, just you, him, and your love. Once Tony's finished inside you, he pulls out to clean both of you up, grabs some fruit from your fridge, and comes back to bed to be close to you again.

"Here, eat this so you can regain some of your strength again," he whispers, followed by a kiss on your forehead. You happily munch on the sweet fruits as you're cuddled against his side.

"I still can't believe you adopted a little kitten today," he suddenly says with a chuckle, making you laugh, too. This was not part of your plan at the start of your day, but at the same time, you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Neither can I, but despite finding him in a little box, it has been a good day. Meeting Moon has been the highlight of my day, and all we can do now is hope for more good days," you say, to which Tony agrees.

"As long as all three of us have each other, I think every day is great, Sugar. And maybe, some of them may even turn into perfect days if we're really lucky," Tony tells you, and you nod in agreement.

After that, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, and the first time your alarm goes off to give Moon his medicine, Tony gets up so you can get some more sleep.

"It's okay, Sugar. I got him," he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

"Thank you, Tony, for everything," you tell him, and he smiles at you in response. After another soft kiss, he gets up to help Moon, who is still asleep in the blanket he was wrapped up in. The medicine is administered quickly, and Tony's back in bed with you before you know it.

Your head is on his chest, your hand covers his arc reactor, and your leg is draped over his. This is something you can get used to and something you will look forward to in the future as well.

[destroythemwithkindness]

New progress 8.14.24

So I have some new updates to nursing school, and basically what I've been working on this summer.

I've been doing more research with nursing schools, and am starting to understand it better. There are 4 credible universities in Sacramento: They are Chamberlain University, Samuel Merritt University, Sacramento State and University of San Francisco. I wanted to stay in Sac because I feel like I have everything set up perfectly here at my apartment to become a full time student again. I was confused to why some programs wanted the HESI/Teas and why other didn't require it. So through my research, I found that 2 of these schools are public universities (cheaper) and 2 of them are private (much more expensive). The private ones are more lax on requirements and are easier to get into because they want your money. Public schools are harder to get into, but they're cheaper. At this point, I don't even care what I pay - I believe the private schools are 60k-100k and the public schools may be in the 30k range. I don't think I want to go through not getting into a program again and waiting another year. I rather pay the absurd amount and start this journey going.

With that being said, this summer, I continued working as a phlebotomist at a new location (Rocklin PCN) while taking a nutrition class and slightly been studying for the TEAS. I got my A and basically satisfied the last requirement to apply for the public programs (Sac State and Samuel Merritt). But I found that the applications for SM don't open until spring - so I'm going to wait for spring for that. I did finish applying to 2 nursing schools however (chamberlain and USF)!!! This was a huge milestone for me because it's something that I've been waiting for since the beginning of the year. Chamberlain is the most expensive school and its for that reason that it's easy to get into. So I feel like regardless of what happens, I'm going to be starting nursing school in Sept 2025. On the other hand, the second program (USF) turned out to be a better fit for me than I thought. They're partnered up with the VA in sacramento, which is my old place of employment. They are very veteran-centered, and it was really fun answering their supplemental questions. I have a really good feeling about that program. I think it'll be so funny to do my clinicals at that hospital and seeing my old co-workers. That school actually starts in the Spring, and it's the school I want to get in the most.

I'm trying to see if I have enough time to finish the rest of the requirements for Sac State, because the deadline for them to get TEAs results will be in October. I feel like I need to try, since that was the reason I took nutrition in the first place. So the next goal will be trying to apply to Sac State, and then apply for the final school (SM) if I don't get in to Sac State or USF, which would both start in spring.

All I know is I'm fucking ready. Ready to start the next step in my career. I've been a phlebotomist for 6 years now...I can't believe that. I only intended to do that for a year or so..and its been 6 already. It's not that I hate the job, but I feel like I gained what I needed from it. I now have experience with Cancer patients, drawing babies, kids, adults, and vets in all departments. I'm thankful for that experience because it's definitely going to make me a better nurse. I can't wait for them to see what I can bring to the table.

That's it for now. I have to go into work soon, but just wanted to document the progress I've been proud of so far. It's greatly improved my mental state now that I'm finally making some progress again. I will write more updates as they come :)

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

 Ok guys its finally finished!!

Introducing the last two main families in my anxciet au!

Please meet the princes

The Prince family

( from left to right)

Rebecca Prince

The boys’s Mother, goes by the names Mother, Ma, and Bec-bec

Her and Diana have been married for 7 years at this point, and been together for about 10(they met and started dating on and off since high school until they got back together permanently during college)

Punk mom punk mom punk mom punk mom punk mom-

She raised roman on her own for his first year before remus was born, in which she started dating Diana again more seriously

She majored in nursing and later in  sociology in college before dropping out to take care of her boys and raise them right

Shes currently going back to school for the sociology degree inbetween her current job

She works as nurse and receptionist at a doctors office in town

Shes in her mid forties current time( where roman is 22, remus is 21, and kingley is 14)

Shes a pretty tough love kinda parent, and doesnt mind rough housing with her boys when they get too out of line and rowdy( they all enjoy the playfullness of it)

But compared to Diana she is not the scary when angry parent, and she can actually be pretty lenient with the boys depending on the situation

She also tends to be the one who gives into their requests and in kingley’s case, puppy eyes, though she puts on a tough front when she does

Rebecca is such a softie for her family I just i cant she loves them so much

She makes dad jokes just to annoy and embarrass her sons, but only makes either classic dad jokes or purposely really bad ones

100% supportive of her older boys’s relationships, and loves to tease Roman about Patton all the time

She also enjoys building things, and helped build the play structure and treehouse that are in the backyard.

Shes probably the reason Remus has no filter, as she has little filter herself

Her hair is naturally honey brown but she dyed it recently to make a statement to a shitty coworker so currently her hair is purple blue and pink

Shes usually pretty reserved around anyone thats not her family, so its a bit of a shock when people see her playful and rowdy compared to her reserved, professional front

Remus prince

The middle child at 21 but hey he can (legally) drink!

Wild feral trash man no matter what, but now hes got a switchblade and two brothers hed fucking kill for( though he wont admit it about roman)

Hes dating Logan and shows a slightly softer side to him only, and hes ride or die with his boyfriend

He tried college but it didnt suit him, so he ended up dropping out and instead getting two part time jobs: one as a vet assistant and one as a bartender, both located near his current apartment

Hes been best friends with Ethen for as long as he can remember, they grew up together and he considers Ethen a brother practically, and remus would probably be in a bad place without him and Remus recognizes this

He has a love for theater and acting that he shares with his older brother Roman and was in pretty much every school performance growing up, and even majored in theater for a bit when he was in college

He also writes alot of original short horror stories 

Hes an adrenaline junkie and loves doing reckless things for the fun of it( usually dragging Ethen or Logan along with him)

He doesnt have a youtube channel of his own but he pops up frequently enough on Ethen’s channel when joining him for explorations that Ethen’s subscribers know him well, and love seeing him in videos

Hes only got two filter and their names are Logan and Ethen 

He wants to get a snakes as pets just as much as Ethen but Their apartment has strict rules 

That did not however stop him from bringing home a in rehabilitation small fresh water turtle home from work one day, and its the only exception to the no pets rule because Remus fought tooth and nail over the fact it was part of his JOB DAMMIT HES KEPPING THE TURTLE IT NEEDS CONSTANT CARE--

ahem. anyway the turtles name is Sir snappy and he adores her

He LOVES teasing both his brothers, even if it means getting teased back he can usually take what he dishes out

usually.

He also has a drivers license but does not currently have a car as he is trying to save up to buy a motorcycle 

Kingley “King” Prince

The youngest of the family!! The also the shortest!!

He goes by the nickname “ King” and has for a couple years now

Hes fourteen and hes very upbeat and cheerful!

Hes also one of Andy’s best friends( He isnt crushing on andy dont listen to remus) and theyve been friends since second grade

Did I mention that they have sleepovers as often as they can? Because they try to. Usually King, andy, and Liam are nearly glued to the hips unless they cant be

Hes got a wild imagination and lots of ideas that he loves to share and try to put out as songs, stories, drawings, etc

He has severe ADHD and takes medication to help him narrow his focus more, as well as to keep his energy levels more consistent so he wouldnt be hugely energetic in the morning and dull and falling asleep by noon. But the medication doesnt effect his creativity sometimes it even helps boost it because he can focus better on his ideas instead of getting too many ideas at once to focus on and work on

His hair has blonde highlights in the winter and looks nearly fully blonde in the summer

Hes got his mama’s caramel brown eyes and tanner skin, as apposed to his ma’s more peachy skin and green eyes

This boy loves to wrestle and roughhouse, hes got alot of energy that needs to be ran out by bedtime and what better way then wrestling his older brothers for the tv remote when they visit? Or playing games at the park or in the backyard until the sun goes down 

He also loves to sing and draw, he can usually be caught humming and you can find doodles all over his homework and school assignments

He also got braces when he was 12 and he loves them and always gets new colors for them as often as he can convinces his parents to agree to

Roman Prince

The eldest brother at 22!

He works at the local theater as a theater tech and assistant director and also performs in a good chunk of the plays put on as well

He loves his job, especially when they put on musicals

He has a college degree in directing and one in music composing

Hes known his boyfriend patton since they were kids since their families are really close, 

He also writes his own short plays and stories that are sometimes performed at his work!!

Oh and this boy our boy roman can cook, hes learned all his cooking from his parents and absolutely loves cooking and learning new recipes and experimenting with old recipes! He also brings extra food into work to share with his coworkers and the actors in case someone doesnt have food with them or the money to buy something( as some of the workers there are broke college students or high schools trying to get experience) He and Patton share this hobby and sometimes have playful cooking competitions in their kitchen!!

Hes got a huge dvd collection that fills tree shelves of a bookshelf in their apartment 

He also holds some acting lessons to younger workers at the theater in the case someone is struggling with a role or performace

Roman is also a very smooth motherfucker in the romace department when he wants to be. Hes romantic and pays alot of to little details and goes all out for date nights, whether theyre at home dates or going out dates he tries to make it as perfect to you as possible

Also he speaks spanish and likes to sing to Patton in spanish to swoon him on a bad day

Diana Prince

The boys’s other mother! Goes by Mama, Mum, and baba

Shes in her late thirties early fourties

did I mention theyve been married for years? I did? Good good

Diana is a blunt sweetheart with a bubbly, snappy personallity and a fiery temper

Shes really good with kids and has a degree in child psychology and works as a guidance counselor at the local high school

She also helps out at their neighborhood’s church with events and sometimes helps with services as an organ player

She plays piano and has been since she was young, she can also play the guitar

She absolutely adores her family but watch out if they break a rule or get themselves into trouble she is the stern one and does not let them get out of trouble. Puppy eyes are wasted on her you do the crime you do the time and the extra chores no arguing.

That is not to say that she wont listen and hear her boys out though, its just normally after hearing them out theyre still in the wrong( pray for remus is he ever got arrested for anything cough cough the homecoming incident cough cough)

Shes been friends with Emile since high school and sees his boys almost like her own, and cares for them as such. 

She speaks spanish and told Roman and the others from a young age, but Roman is the only one who kept with it strongly, Remus only uses it when he angry and King is still learning

Shes an amazing cook, on par or even better than Emile( a statement that has been yet to be confirmed)

She is also a confirmed lover of making big meals 

She loves being outdoors and playing with her kids

She also enjoys doing embroidery as a relaxing hobby

And lastly introducing...

The Daniel family!!

(from left to right)

Olivia Daniels

Logan and Liam’s mom! Shes a psychology professor at the local college! 

Shes been going by the name Olivia for about 16 almost 17 years now and shes never been happier!

Olivia is technically their step mother, as she joined the family after Logan and Liam were born, but very early in their lives( Logan was 10 and Liam was three)

shes in her mid thirties

Her and richard have been married for 12 years and are still going strong!!

olivia is more of a gentle soul kinda person, shes peppy and softer spoken and has a very soothing and trusting presence to her. Shes easy to make laugh and loves making people smile

She also enjoys bringing treats to her classes for her overworking students

Shes not much of a cook but she does try dammit

Looks super sweet but shes a force to be reckoned with if you fuck with her children let me tell you

She wouldve made an excellent therapist had she gone into that field, shes good at listening and offering solutions

She also paints in her spare time!! And sells her paintings at local art shows!!

Shes got the worst sweet tooth ever Richard has to hide sweets in the house

She also works at the same college Logan attends, same with his father

Shes the only blonde in the family with green eyes

 Logan Daniels

Out sassy skeptic! He’s 20 years old and currently attending college with a biology major and a astrology minor!

Hes pretty reserved at first glance, being the calm and common sense to both his best friend Virgil and his boyfriend Remus

But hes such a dork when you get to know him. He could go on for hours and hours about his interests(something Remus loves listening to)

He lives in a single person dorm on campus and works in the student union as well as does tutoring sessions for high schools for extra credits

Hes been dating Remus for a good four almost five years , and they met in freshman year of high school

His dorm room is covered in various posters for astrology and bands he enjoys, as well as a few old theater posters from Remus’s old performances

He was  goddamn punk during high school, and Virgil loves to bring this up to embarrass him

He likes to always wear business casual unless hes staying in, and even then sometimes he keeps to his fashion habits a little too hard

Hes a decent cook, but he doesnt refuse the offer of someone else cooking for him either( or even going out to eat now and then) 

Hes a very large and firm skeptic and greatly enjoys debating with virgil different aspects of his beliefs and paranormal experiences, and functions as the one between them to reason away happenings with logic as a way to ease Virgils nerves. 

But he IS willing to see his best friends side of things if he is provided solid proof. 

He also makes plenty of appearances on Virgil’s channel for a variety of reasons, and his fanbase really likes him

Hes also a very protective older brother, and is not afraid to verbal destroy anyone who hurts his little brother(much to Liams angsty horror) 

He does have a car that he put Remus on his insurance for, so if his boyfriend ever DID need to drive it he would without complications

Logan also does join the boys on explorations, though this is a more rare occurance as he’d rather help them edit the videos and put them out in a timely manner

Hes pretty good at managing his student budget, but he has those moments of splurging randomly for things( as we all do sometimes)

Hes got a really REALLY nice laugh that not too many people outside his inner circle have heard

His eyes are a dark blue just like his dads, and he keeps his dark brown hair messy but practical

Liam Daniels

Logan’s baby brother! Our boy is 13 years old!!

Hes andy’s other best friend, and the final link to their little trio

Hes the more stoic of the three, as he is entering his rebellious angsty teen years a couple years early. 

He loves space and the ocean, and wants to be a marine biologist someday.

Hes not the best at being social, thats why hes got King as their talker and hes the snarky fighter

This boi is alot fiestier than he looks but only his friends and family know that, and he will throw down if you even just look at his loved ones the wrong way( despite his height)

He doesnt always get social cues either which makes him come off kinda rude in situations but I promise he doesnt mean it 

Someone got his mothers sweet tooth but cant have too much sugar because it messes with his body too much

like when he crashes from a sugar high he crashes hard and its BAD

Hes the shortest of his friends, just barely half an inch shorter than Andy

He always looks half tired and like he needs coffee but he cant have coffee so...

he loves to read and his room is filled with so many books!!

He also has a stuffed animal collection but shush about that its a secret

Hes also a spicy food lover( at least to a point, nothing too extreme) 

He likes baggier clothes because theyre more comfortable, and he prefers comfort of fashion

His eyes are a brighter blue and he keeps his hair alot neater than his brother’s

Hes also very snappy, with a comeback for almost everything

Richard Daniels

The dad!! He works as a chemistry professor at the college and a part time physics teacher at the local high school( switching days)

Hes very tall at 6′2(compared to the rest of his family)

He looks really strict but hes surprisingly laid back about alot of things( though rules and discipline are NOT one of those things) 

He is in his early fourties

He took care of the boys on his own for logans first ten years and Liams three before he met Olivia

Hes got the scolding parent look and The Tone mastered and sometimes even uses both on his students to get them to behave, with wildly successful results

Hes very logical and skeptical of things “unrealistic”

Was a stressed out stick in the mud before he met his wife, as he was a new single father trying to secure tennure in a teacher job

Hes the cook in the house, and is really good at it.

hes a more silent understood supporter of his children, as he is much more reserved than his wife

But he as the biggest soft spot for her 

He always tries to raise his boys with a strong balanced set of values and manners

He also can play lacrosse, and was considered the best player back in school

He doesnt have a good relationship with his family aside from his mother, so the boys have only met their grandma on that side, as he doesnt want any toxic mindsets or ideals influencing his children( especially Liam)

compared to Olivia  he isnt soft spoken at all but he would rather dissolve issues with communication and clarification, not anger or violence( yeah LIAM)

He also enjoys watching documentaries and doing casual photography from time to time

And its finally done!! All for families are complete and posted!!

Im really proud of these!! Especially the prince family photo! It took me days to figure out the poses...

All art referenced is credited to @aimasup @underdog-arts and @fangirltothefullest !!

Anyway i hope you guys enjoy! And hopefully soon ill be posting some writings for this au too! And posting more drawings! Enjoy!!

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@amazable01

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@jemthebookworm

@max-is-tired

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@sar-kasstic

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@aimasup

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[mini-moongi]

Notification [REVAMPED] || 1

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Story prompt: What if you got an alert on your phone every time someone thought of you? They tell you their thoughts in the form of text messages.

Summary: Alert!AU, School!AU; A mysterious app appeared on your phone and you can’t get rid of it?? It texts you people’s thoughts. One day, you accidentally send the star basketball player, Min Yoongi, to the nurse’s office.

A/N: I got the sudden urge to revamp this old fic of mine bc it has SO MUCH POTENTIAL I just sucked at writing :,)) Anyways it’s been a good few years since my last written fanfic so--

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 coming soon!

series masterlist

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You tapped tirelessly on your phone; your eyes so dry you can hear yourself blink. It’s 3 am and you have school tomorrow, but you just have to download this new album you found whilst “studying.” After it finishes loading into your playlist, a notification popped up. You thought that maybe your years of illegally downloading music has finally caught up with you.

“ALERT: Unauthorized app: E C H O downloaded. [ERROR_606_RESET] LOG DELETED.”

You panicked, what if it’s a virus?? Going onto your home screen, you find an app called E C H O. Nothing else was out of the ordinary, except for the cryptid new app. After that fateful night, you’ve learned that it texts you the thoughts that people have about you. You couldn’t delete it, no matter how hard you tried, and you tried for weeks. Not many people think of you anyways, so it’s no biggie.

Thinking that was your first mistake.

Your friend, Byeol, was chasing you down the hallway with a dead roach she found on the floor. “Ew look, it’s guts are oozing out!!” She’s never been afraid of icky things, and will not hesitate in poking a dead organism with her bare hands. She’s a madman, and she knows you’re about to gag when she squeezes the guts of the roach between her fingers.

You’re running away from the horrifically explicit roach Byeol is holding, and as you turn your head to spew out an insult, you crash into another body. It sends you tumbling on top of them with no support to stop the fall. He lets out a deep guttural groan from the impact, and a loud “Fuck!” escapes the stranger’s lips.

Bumping into him was your second mistake.

You don’t even look at them, too scared to make eye contact as you blurt out,” I’m so sorry!!” You hastily try to recollect yourself and offer your hand to the poor victim. When you finally glance at him, you almost freeze up. You just whammed yourself into the school’s best basketball player, Min Yoongi™.

Min Yoongi is one of the seven guys at the top of the High School tier class. Some fan club even started the name, “Bangtan Boys” to address the seven handsome guys. He’s an excellent pianist, a fantastic composer, a basketball star, and unmistakably a bad boy. Guys and girls swoon over him, but he’s given them all the the cold shoulder. You recalled a friend of yours who said that his glare was so piercing, you literally feel your body tense and freeze up. You also happen to remember that he had to sit out on the last basketball game because he sprained his ankle. Ouch.

You look back over your shoulder, and of course, Byeol was pretending not to know who you were. She picked up conversation with a nearby stranger, hoping that they didn’t see the cause of this destruction. You didn’t blame her though, no one wants to get on Yoongi’s bad side. You were sure your phone had a ton of messages from ECHO, even though you’ve put it on “Do Not Disturb.”

Your guilt sinks in and it weighs heavy on your shoulders at the thought of you being the reason he’s in pain. “..Are you alright? Here, let me take you to the nurse.” You help him up and wrap his arm around your shoulder. “You can lean on me, it’s okay.” On the inside, it was definitely not okay. He accepted your offer, but he hasn’t said a single word to you this whole time. The air was thick and the silence was fueling your uneasiness.

You check him into the nurse’s office and explain the incident. Good thing it’s your lunch period, or your teacher would’ve chewed you out for being late. You check ECHO while the lady logs Yoongi into the records.

[11:37pm] Woah!! Did that girl just slam into Min Yoongi? She’s got balls..

[11:37pm] Should I pretend I don’t know her? Y/n will forgive me, right?

[11:38pm] What the fuck was that??? Why am I on the floor? And in pain??

[11:45pm] ...now what am I going to do? Who is she?

The nurse lady sets him up on one of those bed thingies, and you take this opportunity to apologize again. “I’m so sorry Yoongi, I should’ve been paying attention. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just let me know.” The desperation must’ve been obvious in your voice.

“...What’s your name?” Yoongi stares at you. His eyes don’t waver when you look at him in surprise. He stays unmoving, waiting for your answer.

“My name? Oh, uhm... it’s Y/n. L/n Y/n,” You were not expecting a response from him, since he seemed uninterested when you tried conversing earlier. Yoongi asking for someone’s name is considered to be something really honorable; people would pay anything to have him say that to them. But then again, they would also pay Yoongi to step on them...

“I have a request for you then, Y/n.” He lulls his head to the side, thinking his decision over. “I want you to...” He looks at you with a gaze that you just can’t shake. Your breath is caught in your throat at his stare. What is he going to say? “Be my substitute.”

“Like a substitute teacher? I’m sorry but--” You try to quickly intervene. Does he think you’re an old hag?? You didn’t think you looked that old.. or maybe he means something else? “Or did you mean a substitute as in like for your basketball game because I don’t even know how to play basketball I just--”

“No, calm your tits. I meant you’ll act as my replacement for school and go where I usually go. I need you to be my eyes and ears while I’m stuck here and at home.” He draws out a long sigh,” You just need to collect my assignments and give them to me everyday after school until I get better. If you can, fill me in on what that day was like. It’s not that hard to do, right?”

You let out a sigh of relief. Just then, you hear a knock at the door. Three boys shuffle into the clinic, giving a casual greeting to the nursing staff. Your eyes widen, how could you forget? Of course the other Bangtan Boys would come check up on him. Kim Taehyung, Park jimin, and Jung Hoseok smile to acknowledge you and turn their eyes to Yoongi.

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asks him. He’s bubbling with energy as he speaks. “We were wondering where you went. I almost had a heart attack when they said you were here!!” Hoseok grabs at his chest like he’s in more pain than Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok is known for his positive energy and “legendary” hip work. He’s a street dancer who knows everybody, and everybody knows him. He’s also in medical class for vets, and he does charities in his free time. He’s super sweet and will sometimes send flowers to the fan club.

“Are you still eating lunch with us?” Jimin pipes up. He’s leaning on the nursing bed as he drapes himself dramatically across Yoongi’s shoulders. He whines,”What will we do without you? Please tell me you’re eating with us today..”

Park Jimin is also a dancer, but he does contemporary work. When he dances, he’s graceful, like a mythical creature. He’s shy and shorter than the rest of the guys, which makes people want to dote on him. If he dances with Hoseok though, he flips like a coin. He’ll act like a playboy and tease his audience when given the chance.

“Yah, You know I can’t.” Yoongi gestures to his ankle, and his inability to move due to the immense pain. “The nurse said I should stay in here for at least an hour or two.”

You don’t know if you should leave or stay. You were about to excuse yourself because your conversation with Yoongi ended a while ago. You shouldn’t expect them to talk to you when they don’t know who you are or why you’re there. You pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

Taehyung mentions you, stopping you from escaping so easily. “Who is that?” He points to you. Leave it to Taehyung to point out the elephant in the room...

He’s popular for his charming personality and ethereal looks. Taehyung is in agriculture, and he often helps Hoseok out with the animals. He plays the saxophone, which combined with theatre class, drives the fans nuts. Taehyung also seems to be super observant, and he will point out small details other people seem to miss. If he was doing a police report, he’d probably be able to tell you the exact time the incident happened and what colored crocs the perpetrator was wearing. 

As if Yoongi just remembered that you were still here, he makes another request.” Oh, as the new Yoongi, can you also keep an eye on these guys? They’ll cause chaos if I’m not there.” 

“New Yoongi?” Jimin looks incredulously at you. “What do you mean--”

Yoongi retorts,” She’s my stand in, my understudy, my alternative, my stunt double, ecetera. Need I say more?” His cold demeanor doesn’t hesitate with the response. He talks as if it was a natural request, but what part of this is natural?

"How would I...” You trail off. You find yourself stammering, unable to voice your concerns. All of the guys, attractive ones at that, were staring at you.”..How would I even do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? For starters, we all have the same lunch period, so just eat lunch with them or something.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders,” Do I need to plan everything out for you?”

You’re quick to object,” No!! I’m.. I’m fine. It’s okay.” It’s bad enough that he’s injured, so you shouldn’t worry Yoongi anymore.

Taehyung’s eyes light up. He speaks as if he had a eureka moment. “We have the same forensics class, don’t we? No wonder I recognized you..” You were really hoping he wouldn’t have remembered that. If people see you hanging around these guys, they’ll get the wrong idea. 

“Well I guess that settles it. I’ll sit next to you in class, and we can be partners for that new project he’s assigning.” He takes you by the hand. His touch was so sudden and warm that it takes you a minute to realize you’re in the cafeteria already. He looks down at you and smiles. “This is our spot.”

Only when you part from him to grab your bag that you realize he held your hand this entire time. You start to miss his warmth, but you shake out any of those thoughts from your head. What were you thinking? Your heart pounds in your chest, and your cheeks grow hot. You breathe out a shaky breath, trying to calm down. Anyone would feel this way if they were you. You go from being an average joe to suddenly sitting next the the Bangtan Boys? It’s almost like you’re in a fanfiction. You shouldn’t fall in love with one of them, that would be too cliché and very, very dangerous.

You finished settling down your things and find that Taehyung was still waiting for you. Hoseok already rushed to the pizza line, and Jimin was swarmed by girls who made him bento boxes. He smiles politely to them all, unsure of how to decline. His eyes glance at you like a plead for help, but a girl starts to scold him so he looks away.

“What did you want to eat? Noodles?” It was pretty loud in the cafeteria, so Taehyung walked closer. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “..Or do you want to eat me?” His hot breath tickled your ear. It was a deep and husky voice, one that sent shivers down your spine.

Shocked at his words, you jumped back. “W..What?” You never thought Taehyung was so bold. You’ve heard of him being flirty, but this was cutting it close. It was like dirty talking, but you’ve barely met him!!

He tried to suppress his laugh as he looked at you. “I said: Or do you want to eat meat?” He raises an eyebrow at you. He knows you’re flustered, and feigns innocence. “There’s a rice with two meat deal today. What did you think I said?”

You could’ve sworn he said “me” and not “meat,” but maybe you were thinking into it too much. You decided which one you wanted and Taehyung walks to the line with you. Whilst waiting for your turn, you check ECHO.

It was what you expected. Many of them were like:

[12:03pm] Wtf??? Who is that girl?

[12:03pm] Is she their girlfriend? No-- it has to be a cousin, right? But she’s so plain looking...

[12:04pm] Why is she holding Kim Taehyung’s hand? Don’t tell me--

[12:05pm] Y/n?? What did that girl do now.. ((((゜д゜;))))

Oh yeah, you should probably tell Byeol that you kind of have to sit with Bangtan during lunch now. Good to know that everyone is gawking at you now, I guess. There are hundreds of messages screaming about “who is that girl!1!1!!!!” so you scroll past most of them. One however, catches your eye.

[12:10pm] She’s so cute lol

You don’t think ECHO has ever sent you a compliment like this before. Someone thinks you’re cute? The thought warms your heart. This is the first time you’ve had an admirer.

“Hey, what are you looking at on your phone?” Taehyung rips you to reality. “How do you have so many messages?” He starts to lean over your shoulder to get a glimpse.

Antsy, you turn off your phone and press your hand to his chest to give some distance. “It’s.. It’s my online friends! They wanted to play the new game with me.” 

He stands back up, no longer breathing on your neck. “Oh? The one that was released just last week? What was it called...” He ponders for a minute,” Animal Crossing?” 

You nod. Conversation starts from there, and you let out that breath you’ve been holding in. You both pay for your meals and head over to the table. You could see Hoseok stuffing his face with pizza and sprite while he scribbles down answers to a worksheet. Jimin is desperately trying to get him to eat some of the bento boxes, but all of his attempts were futile. 

“...So I know you’re the New Yoongi or whatever, but what’s your real name?” Hoseok asks you. “If you don’t know me already, I’m Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” 

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other. You hadn’t even thought to introduce yourself earlier, how much more embarrassing can this day be? Quick, be cool!!

“I’m L/n Y/n, but just Y/n is fine.”

“You probably know us already, but you can call me Tae or any various nickname you can conjure up,” He laughs,” The more creative the better.”

Jimin nudges his shoulder,” Like Spoiled Yogurt Kid?” It’s hard for the smaller one to contain his laughter.

“It was one time!!” Taehyung playfully shoves him away, clearly embarrassed. “It’s not my fault my sleep paralysis demon told me to eat the 3 month old yogurt at like 2 am.” He grumbled,”Ugh, it’s not like I tell everyone about your weird impulses..”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Hobi notices and adds fuel to the fire,”Yeah, get a load of this guy. He’s blaming all of his mistakes on his sleep paralysis demon. Poor demon, honestly.”

Jimin continues to mock Taehyung teasingly, getting him worked up.“You know what??” Taehyung growls as he whips his head around to face you. His soft brown hair falls over his eyes, and his jaw is clenched as he looks at you with an emotion you can’t quite read. His face is flushed, but he tilts his head up in a cool manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was serving up some bedroom eyes. 

He runs his fingers through his hair and speaks with a voice that oozes sex appeal without meaning to,“If you don’t know what to call me, just say Oppa.” Taehyung’s eyes widen as if he realized what came out of his mouth. He covers his lips with the palm of his hand and instinctively looked at how you’d react.

 It was your turn to flush from embarrassment. Before your brain could process what just happened, the words croak out,”..o..okay?” 

Hobi is choking on his sprite,”Damn, what the--” He continues to try and suppress his coughs,” Who the hell taught you that? Namjoon? Jin?” Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment. You thought it was because he ruined his drink, but then he said,” Ah, I told them to stop doing stuff like that.. If Yoongi were here he probably wouldn’t even know how to scold you.”

Jimin’s mouth is agape in shock. He suddenly doubles over the table, unable to contain the fit of laughter inside of him. “Wha- that was so smooth!” He’s holding onto his stomach for dear life, and his shoulders shake up and down. He gives suggestive eyebrows to Taehyung, whose ears are scorching red. “I didn’t know Taehyung was such a player.”

Taehyung is trying to hide himself with the sleeves of his hoodie. He’s silent at first, but eventually he speaks barely above a whisper. “...I don’t know what came over me..” His words tremble and tread lighter than a feather so scared it might step on another bomb.

"Was it your sleep paralysis demon?” You make a witty remark despite the blush dusted across your face. 

Tae sinks farther into his chair,” Oh my god...” He can’t help but laugh a little at your joke. “..Please forget about what I said today.” 

Jimin’s laughter dies down as he looks at you. His smile is soft and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Y/n. He’s usually not like this. I swear, we’re all gentlemen.” The bell suddenly rings, signaling that lunch was over. Jimin starts to clean up his spot, stuffing the unfinished bentos into his bag for later. “Ah, Taehyung, you’re saved by the bell this time, but next time you have got to show me some moves.” He winks before leaving for his next class.

Hoseok waves to you and Taehyung,” I’d walk with you two if I could, but my next class is across campus. I gotta dash, but good luck with Forensics!”

You’d almost forgotten about Forensics with Taehyung. Unfortunately, Tae seems to stay unmoving from his spot. You would be like that too if you were him, but you really can’t be late for class. It’s better if you approach him now rather than later, so it’s not as awkward during class. 

“Hey...” You start out. He doesn’t respond as his head is till buried in his arms. You hesitate at first, but you put your hand on his shoulder. “...Taehyung Oppa?” 

Immediately he shoots up, his eyes are wide and he’s as stiff as a board. He brushes your hand softly away and grabs his bag. He avoids your gaze as he packs up, but he returned his gaze when you started walking in the hallway. His eye’s remain forward, but he speaks to you,“...I didn’t think you’d actually call me that.” He chuckles. 

“Oppa?”

He rubs his hand across his face and he licks his lips,” Yeah, that.” He sneaks a glance at you, but since you were already looking at him, he turns his face away. 

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-A/N-

oof it’s been AGES since my last bts fic. If y’all are following me bc of my text au, I’m going to try and update that soon too! I... did not expect to have such a flirtatious Taehyung,, but honestly I’m kinda into it. (  ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

The Missing Songbird

Warnings: Remus being himself, swearing (it’s me. It’ll be colorful), drunken behavior, implied drug use

Characters/relationships: Patton, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Remy, Logan, Dr. Picani (familial Moxiety, Romantic Prinxiety, background Patton x Remy for which I can’t find the name for, Intrulogical)

Roman Patch dreamed of the day he’d meet his soulmate. The man had the most beautiful deep voice, and it was worthy of praises. Virgil Picani was not so sure. His older brother Patton and Dad insisted that he’d be grateful when found his soulmate. They had already found their own, so Vee was skeptical and believed they had a bias (Heh. Logan would be proud of him. Not that he had a say either, having found Remus a number of years earlier. Their relationship had grown with them and it was cute). 

Not that the world cared throwing Roman in his path the moment he walked into school. It was his first day in high school. The entirety of freshman year he nursed a crush. On his first day sophomore year, he met Roman’s eyes. For the first time he could see color, and his crush only got worse. That day he was so glad and his father took him out to his favorite restaurant. Nothing came of it, and he watched from afar as Roman dated, acted, and gained more and more popularity. The few times they interacted, Virgil snapped at the handsome man. The two became enemies and avoided each other. 

And so began their Junior year. 

Roman strutted down the hall. He was basically a school celebrity and everyone knew it. Other than the kids his brother hung out with, including that Virgil who he hated, everyone greeted him enthusiastically. He smiled as he saw his football player brother, talking with his soulmate and Virgil. 

“-Pat’s working hard on his vet degree. He’s already excelling in his classes. He finally found ones that teach in his style, and it’s great. Rem’s been real supportive too-” Virgil was leaning against the locker next to Logan, a small smile on his face. 

“Hey Stinker and Co!” Roman called, interrupting the rest of the quiet conversation. 

“C’mon Ro! I just saw you. Can’t I kiss my boyfriend in peace?” Remus whined, snapping his gum and looping an arm around the smaller kid. Said boyfriend adjusted his glasses, glancing towards the other kid, who had shrank into a more defensive pose at the noise. 

“....I’m going to class. See ya later Lo, Re” Virgil mumbled after a few seconds of brotherly glaring, pushing off the locker. He flipped his hood up and ducked into the stream of kids heading that way. He vanished quickly, having learned his routes by heart over the summer. 

“Why did you have to do that! He was just telling us about Patton! Y’know the guy you crushed on for 3 years?!” Remus nearly shouted, his eyes narrowed. 

“Whatever. I should follow Jack Smellington’s example and go to class” Roman walked away, a storm cloud hanging over his head. He was just having some fun! Now he was in a bad mood and the day had just begun. He threw his bag down in his study hall. Before the period was halfway over, he had gotten a group listening to his summer adventures and what he was planning for the school year. He left with a bounce in his step again, his soulmate had also been humming! His excitement was quickly shut down when he walked into his history class.

“I’m stuck next to him?” His mouth fell open in surprise as he saw the seating arrangement. At a desk near the back his name was paired with his arch-nemesis's, well more like annoyance but that didn’t sound as cool, Virgil Picani. The boy was already there, scribbling on the warm-up, and his purple bangs were falling in his eyes in the most adorable way. Roman shook his head to clear it of the rebellious thoughts. Instead, he focused on the quiet humming in his head from his soulmate. 

“Guess we’re stuck with each other emo nightmare-” the humming abruptly stopped, but it must have been from the bell ringing “-So I better not get your sass the whole time” 

“Don’t you worry your royal ass, I won’t say much” Virgil hissed, turning his seat slightly away. That period stretched on and on as the pair did their best to act like the other wasn’t there. Roman was grateful to escape to 3rd block, and lunch afterwards. He was disappointed when the humming didn’t return, but it couldn’t get him down. The school was serving the good mac and cheese, and he raced to get in line. As he was looking for a place to sit down, he heard part of a conversation.

“-How am I supposed to get through this? He acts like I’m the worst...the world” Roman moved closer, choosing to sit with some of the other theater kids at a table near the voice. It was Virgil of course, but he wouldn’t admit that he was actually interested. 

“Are you sure it’s him?” Logan was asking, his voice curious.

“Yea Lo, The world exploded in color the moment I met his eyes” Roman’s heart sank at that. He didn’t even like the guy! “-a year ago. I just wish I hadn’t panicked and drove him away”

“If he’s truly the one, things will work out. It’s statistically improbable that it won’t” 

“Yea! Logie is right” Remus chimed in, and his mouth must have been full of food the idiot. 

“Thanks you guys. I need to get going. My art class is kinda far, and I don’t want to get stuck in the crowd” There was a chorus of goodbyes. 

If he hated Virgil, why did it feel like Roman’s heart left with him every time they weren’t in the same room?

The next few months went by in a blur. Virgil and Roman avoided each other as much as possible. They shared half of their classes though, but they barely spoke. Roman sat within earshot whenever he could, and he had better ears than most so it was further than you’d think. He caught Vee, Virgil stupid brain talking with the music teacher after the play practice yet another place they were together for. Virgil was in charge of the lights, while Roman was the lead actor. 

“You sure you want to do this VP?” Mr. Sanders asked. 

“Yea. I think I can do it. Besides, it’s just those of us in the production. I can handle it, and my father has been bothering me for weeks to do it. Pat’s coming home too, so it’d be nice” Virgil shrugged, the small smile Roman kept seeking on his lips.

“Alright. So, you’ll be ready tomorrow?” 

“Yup! See you tomorrow” Virgil called as he raced out the door. Mr. Sanders smiled before he clapped his hands together to gather all the kids to him.

“Alright you guys! We have been invited to a pre-production party. I’ll text you all the address, and I hope you guys can come. It’ll start at 4 o’clock, and wear something fun but appropriate. You can all head home now”

“Sure you can do this VeeVee?” Remus was sprawled across the couch, while Roman stood awkwardly in the entrance to the living room.

“Dad’s the one throwing the party. And the moment I say I’ve had too much, Remy and Pat will take over hosting” Virgil shrugged, lounging next to him upside down. 

“They’re here Verge of Greatness” Remy called as the doorbell rang. 

“Let’s get this party started” Roman smiled, bowing to the host. Virgil rolled his eyes, hissing an insult as he began his duties. The group arrived fairly quickly, reaching close to 100 within half an hour. At first, everything was good. Roman, of course, took over Virgil’s social duties unintentionally. That left the purple haired kid to hang out with his friends and chat with his brother. 

“Songbird” A voice called over the crowd, slightly slurred from the snuck in alcohol. Virgil immediately stopped humming along to the music. The voice continued, getting louder and louder. 

“Sing ferrrr us Vergil” Roman appeared from the crowd finally, zeroing on the host.

“Fuckin, Remus, you didn’t tell me your brother was a lightweight” Virgil hissed to the twin that wasn’t drunk.

“How was I suppose to know? Need me to get you out?” Remus whispered back, glancing between his small friend and his brother. 

“Fuck yea. Lo find my brother. Re, just,,, fucking help” The pair nodded, Remus stepping in front of his brother and Logan disappearing into the crowd. Virgil darted into the crowd and ran into his room. He closed the door and sank to the floor. He remained there until the sounds faded downstairs. A hesitant knock came from his door. 

“Dad?” He raised his head, rubbing his face.

“No. It’s...it’s Roman. I wanted to apologize. I’m not drunk anymore. It...Rob gave it to me and I don’t know what it was, but Patton had to treat me. It was not pretty”

“Why. Why did you go to me?” Virgil asked after a second. 

“....I’ve had a crush on you for...I don’t know how long. He said whatever it was would boost my confidence. I guess it did, but it was harmful to you” Roman chuckled nervously. 

“Look. I don’t know if I can trust you, but I guess I can’t keep this from you forever. You’re my soulmate” Virgil rested his head against the door again, closing his eyes again. He held back tears at the hopeful voice from the other side of the door.

“Really? Then I’m doubly sorry. I...I’m going now. See you at school on Monday. Don’t forget, our lab is due then” The house went silent. 

It took a few months until Roman could look Virgil in the eyes. He’d moved to sit with his brother at their table at the opposite end. He wanted to give Virgil space but his heart couldn’t be denied anymore. The change happened in science class.

“Want to be my date to prom?” Virgil nudged Roman, offering a hand. With a smile, he took it and nodded. 

“Nothing would give me more pleasure my knight in shining armor” 

“ughhhh that’s so cheesy shut up” 

“Ma-” Before Roman could finish his taunt, Virgil kissed him. That solved that problem. 

Maybe the rest of the year may turn out better than either of them thought.

[fibrofox]

I've always been an ambitious person. In grade 11 (2013/14), the school counselor asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My answer?

a) Attain my Ph.D in a science (neuroscience or another biology related field)

b) Become Prime Minister of Canada

or

c) Become secretary general of the UN.

Well, I haven't gotten any degrees, joined a political party, been elected, or anything like that. I decided that veterinary medicine was what I wanted to pursue. I loved the hands on work, the science, and the figuring out what's wrong with this patient aspect of working in vet med.

I've had headaches most of my life, but they got worse after a concussion in 2015. My menstrual cycle has also been problematic. I remember in the eighth grade, I was lying on the floor in gym class because of the pain. The teacher asked me if there was any way I could be pregnant, because I looked worse than her friend who was in the hospital with morning sickness. I said no, I've never even kissed a boy.

I was seeing a neurologist in the summer of 2016 for my headaches, who suggested I try Botox. Thirty-two needles and a ton of anxiety later, my migraines were bearable, enough that I was able to go to college. The Botox made it so my headaches were less severe and less frequent... For a while.

By January 2017, the Botox was no longer helping, at all. I tried the injections again, and while waiting for them to work, I missed 5 weeks of school. At that point, I had no hope of catching up, so I withdrew from college. I was then put on amitriptyline, and gained 20lbs over the next few months. I fell into a deep depression. If I was unable to go to college, and unable to even function like a remotely normal human, what the hell was the point in living? I felt like a financial and emotional drain on my family and significant other. My neurologist said that since the Botox stopped working, there was nothing else he could do for me. This was the person who was supposed to solve my problems. Not even the doctor who had gone to post-secondary for over a decade could fix me, or even suggest how to move forward. As you can imagine, this made me extremely angry.

I don't really remember much of 2017 after I withdrew from college. There was a few fun events (a wedding, a trip to the city with my boyfriend). I eventually was able to work 2 half days a week at a antique store. The ONLY reason I was able to work was because my boss was incredibly understanding. There were days I would get a migraine halfway through getting ready for work, and he was always okay with me not coming in, even at the last minute. Despite the immense guilt I felt for calling in sick, having a job gave me a sense of purpose, albeit small.

In 2018, I finally got into a pain program. There, I saw a nurse practitioner who said my symptoms sounded like fibromyalgia. I didn't realise that normal people aren't exhausted all the time, or have body aches, or brain fog. For the past few years, I thought I just wasn't trying hard enough. I thought if I just pushed myself harder, or thought more positively, I would be able to lead a normal life. I blamed myself for not being able to finish college. I had no idea all my symptoms were NOT normal. I didn't realise normal 21 year olds don't need a 3 hour nap after vacuuming. Until August 2018, all of my symptoms were treated as separate issues.

I was soon diagnosed with fibromyalgia by my family doctor, and started a new medication. At the same time, I started a new part time job; one that I could do 85% of it from my bed, and the other 15% was one day a week. Within a few weeks of being on my new medication, I noticed I wasn't fatigued as easily, and that I had more energy. I still slept most of the day after a busy work day, but I was ABLE to function every Wednesday from noon until 10PM. This was something I hadn't been able to do for almost 2 years. I started taking online classes, just one at a time.

Like I told my therapist, I like a sticky brain. I firmly believe in being a lifelong learner, and I know I'm at my best when I'm filling my head with knowledge. Summer 2018 I had a good sized garden. I've read that having your hands in the dirt is good for your mental health, and being surrounded by plants and butterflies and a cool breeze on a hot summer's day does wonders for one's sense of self. Covered in dirt in a sundress is the most comfortable I am. Sure, my back aches after spending 5 minutes pulling stubborn weeds or dodging thorns in the raspberry bush, but it was going to be sore laying in bed too.

From gardening, I planted new goals. Goals like being kind and understanding. Goals like learning about chicken behaviour or knitting a new scarf. Making candles or trying a new recipe. Reading a new book. Understanding the world a bit more.

I still need opioid pain relief. I still have severe migraines. There's still days when I can't get out of bed because my body is simultaneously on fire and frozen solid. I'm still angry it took so long to find out what's wrong with me. I'm angry that I'm stuck with this for life. I still long to go back to college. At least now I have a word, instead of “I feel like a steaming pile of garbage ALL THE TIME” I also have attainable goals. This year I'm trying to grow more flowers and veggies. I'm trying to read more. I'm working on a children's book. I'm writing more, and listening more. Fibro is a life sentence (for now), but how I choose to deal with it is up to me. So I choose to continue searching for a reason to stay alive. I focus on what I CAN control (like which varieties of tomatoes I plant).

Some days the only reason I get up is because I know my chickens rely on me for food and water. Some days I want nothing more than to not wake up; to not have to face another day in a body that tries to self destruct.

I don't know what my purpose in life is. I don't know if I even have one. But I'll keep on trying. Because the sun will rise, and I will try again.

[charmingcentry]

Bechloe - Enough

the one where Chloe doesn’t feel like enough

Post-PP3 (but established Bechloe)

—

It was a New Years dinner spent at the Beale’s, Chloe had flown in from L.A. to Tampa to spend the week with her family. Beca, her girlfriend (When the brunette kissed Chloe passionately after her DJ Khaled’s opening, the two finally gave in for their feelings for one another), had tagged along with Chloe since her father was out of town with Sheila. Throughout the entire flight, it was Chloe who seemed to be in a panic this time rather than Beca.

“You okay babe?” Beca would ask, immediately holding her hand. The brunette was only met with the same shaking response from the redhead.

“I’m good.”

Don’t get me wrong, Chloe absolutely loves her family but visits can be nerve-wracking. No, not nerve-wracking, dreadful. Chloe’s family would be what any non-relative would expect, tall redheads who always had a smile on their face who gave the best hugs. Yet underneath that, no one would see the glooming cloud of pressure that hung above the Beale children’s heads, more specifically, the cloud that hung above Chloe. It was a cloud that constantly tormented her, no matter where she went. It’s a cliche stereotype but of course, being the youngest child would result in unreachable expectations from parents. No matter what Chloe seemed to do, her parents never seemed to be pleased. It was a race that never finished, a staircase that never ended, a hole that never had another end, a fairytale with no happy ending. Chloe never felt like enough.

She stepped out of the taxi, saying goodbye to their talkative driver who apparently starred on Broadway at one point. Beca got their luggage out of the trunk and almost immediately Chloe hears a deep gruff voice beckon her, the oldest child of the Beale family, Robert. Without a doubt, he was the favorite clearly because he has a Ph.D. in nursing AND runs his own clinic… I mean, Chloe could’ve done that, she just went down a different path. Chloe gives a faint smile at Robert as she takes the carry-ons from her girlfriend, walking up the stone path that led into their suburban home. Robert opens the door for the two and yells for their parents.

“Chloe, sweetie!” The redhead’s mother yells from the dining room. Chloe gulps loudly before masking another smile on her face yet again. The couple lays their belongings in the wide hallway and makes their way to the table which is already set up. Chloe’s mother envelopes the two in a great big bear hug.

“Glad you’re home sweetie!” Her dad exclaims as he continues setting up the table. He notices Beca and smiles. “This must be the famous Beca Mitchell.” Chloe grits her teeth at the word “famous.” She knew he was being nice but it made her stomach churn.

“Oh please, I’m hardly someone famous Mr. Beale.” Chloe’s father waves his hand dismissively.

“Please, call me Arthur.”

Chloe pecks her mother on the cheek and hugs her father. Beca follows after the redhead up the staircase to the redhead’s childhood bedroom, the brunette is sure that this could be some milestone in their relationship. The room is filled with clean trophies and medals, Chloe assumes her parents dusted and cleaned her room before their arrival. The redhead’s bed was small but big enough to fit the two. I mean surely after sharing a crappy fold-out during their days in Brooklyn they could share Chloe’s childhood bed. Beca unzips their luggage, passing Chloe their clothing as she neatly organizes her clothes into the dresser. Right after, the redhead collapses onto the bed, back first and Beca sits next to Chloe, helping her sit back up.

“What’s wrong?” Beca asks, interlacing their fingers together

“Just nervous…” 

“You wanna talk about it?” Beca asks softly, a reminder that Chloe doesn’t have to talk about it if she doesn’t want to.

“Maybe after…” The minute Chloe says that her mother calls the two down for dinner and hears an abrupt cheer emerge from below when the front door opens, Chloe assumes Elijah has made it. Elijah is the second oldest Beale, his accomplishments being owning a Real Estate business in Seattle and getting married at age 22. Chloe didn’t feel happy at all for his accomplishments, not when her parents made it feel like a competition between the three - one’s success meant the other’s failure… usually Chloe was the only one who was considered a failure. The couple gets up and Chloe plants a kiss on Beca’s cheek before heading downstairs to the table. They sit next to each other, immediately saying grace and then stuffing food down their faces.

Chloe passes the salad to her father who turns his head towards his oldest son. “Robert, how’s the business going?”

“Awesome! Patients coming in left and right.” He swallows a piece of tri-tip. “One even bought me a fruit basket. I would’ve brought it but… I would only bring an empty basket!” The table breaks out into laughter except for Beca and Chloe who let out a fake laugh. If there was one thing Chloe was better at it was definitely being humorous, Beca could even vouch for her.

“Oh hey Chlo.” Chloe knows that tone from Elijah, Elijah is about to ask a dumb question. “How did that USO thing go? Y’all win?” 

Chloe grits her teeth and Beca places her hand gently on top of Chloe’s thigh under the table, lightly squeezing it to calm the redhead down a bit. “I told you guys already… DJ Khaled only chose Beca.”

“How’s that going Beca?” The brunette darts her eyes to a frustrated looking Chloe and immediately back towards her mother who asked the question. Beca keeps it short and sweet.

“Good, pretty busy all the time.”

Chloe decides to fill the dead air. “Oh yeah, Vet school i-

“Have you two gotten married yet?”

Suddenly, Fat Amy’s “whomp there it is” from the Bellas Confession held during Chloe’s first senior year appears in her mind. “No mom, we just started dating…”

She waves her fork with a crouton at her brother Elijah. “Your brother was married at the end of college y’know?” Chloe’s jaw clenches as she swallows down water. “Such a beautiful wedding, it wasn’t a surprise to see him pay for it all by himself.” The redhead tightens her grip on the fork she was holding. “I mean, I don’t expect the same from you Chlo-

That was it. Chloe had enough. She slowly puts her fork down and storms out of the dining room and up the stairs, the cloud weighing down on her more than ever. The room is silent, Elijah and Robert exchanging weird looks to their parents. Beca finally decides to follow her girlfriend up the stairs,

There’s a piece of Chloe that she feels as if it’s missing… little did she know it’s actually there, her parents just convinced her she was always missing it. Her mind races through the overlooked accomplishments by Chloe, starting from her early school days. Her A’s would be met with “you can do better” or a story of how Elijah and Robert achieved an A+ on their assignments. When Chloe was valedictorian of her class, she wasn’t held a party for that like her brother Robert was, oh no. She was met with a surprise party FOR Robert for getting accepted into Stanford. The redhead being accepted in Barden University, of course, was ignored, her parents simply saying “why didn’t you go to Stanford and Yale like your brothers.” Hell, when Chloe got into the Barden Bellas, they didn’t even care, along with the dozens of ICCA championships their collegiate group has won. Of course, the only one they acknowledged was where Aubrey barfed all over the third row… typical of them to only point out a mistake on Chloe’s behalf. What really set Chloe off was her parents choosing to fly out to Seattle for her brother’s Real Estate grand opening rather than her own graduation… not even saying congratulations! She was met with a picture of the grand opening ceremony sent during her own graduation ceremony. Hell, they didn’t even give a single fuck when she was held hostage overseas south of Paris… they never did care. All they did was point out Chloe’s mistakes and never acknowledge her accomplishments… Chloe has never felt good enough.

The redhead hears a soft knock at the door, knowing it was Beca. She lets her in and the brunette immediately closes the door behind her and sits next to Chloe who is sobbing into a pillow. Beca slowly tears the pillow away from her and glides her fingers down Chloe’s temple all the way to her jawline. “Is that what was wrong? Us not being married?”

Chloe shakes her head and sits up. “Not only that but…” She takes an inhale. “All they ever do is overlook my accomplishments. All they ever do is point out my mistakes. Never in my life have I ever heard an ‘I’m proud of you’ or ever felt enough for them. I’m always losing to my brothers… I always am.”

Beca pulls Chloe in for an embrace. “Oh,Chloe… I know your parent’s approval means a lot. But look… at the end of the day, you’re doing this for you. You’re not doing what you’re doing for anyone else. It’s your opinion that matters, not your shitty parents’ opinions. Okay?”

The brunette feels relieved to feel a smile form against her chest. “What did I ever do to deserve you Becs?” Chloe mumbles against the brunette’s shirt. 

“I ask myself the same thing, Chloe…” The redhead pulls away and immediately plants a deep kiss against Beca’s lips, pressing their foreheads together after they pull away.

“I love you so much Beca.” 

“I love you too Chloe.”

They share another hug and that’s when Beca has a light bulb moment. “For what it’s worth Chlo… I’m so fucking proud of you.” She feels Chloe tense up. “From leading the Bellas with Aubrey then me to getting into Vet school… that is such an amazing thing, Chloe.” Chloe begins to sob gently. “To me, you are always enough Chloe. Never a day in my life I have ever thought the opposite… you are enough Chloe. And you always will be.” 

Chloe sobs and kisses Beca one more time, letting the tears run down her face. They pull away and immediately the redhead curls into Beca’s side as she mutters a thank you, cuddling on top of Chloe’s old bedroom. Suddenly, that cloud above her begins to evaporate. For once in her life, she begins to feel good enough. Not for her parents, not for anyone else… for herself. And it means the world to her that she is always enough to the love of her life. Chloe has finally heard the words she’s always wanted to hear and that makes her so so happy.

[ships-sailing-in-the-night]

I just wanted to say that yesterday morning I had a doctors appointment. It went well and everything, except for the fact I had to get a Tetanus booster and blood taken. Talk about a double edged sword, but nevertheless, I survived. An interesting thing came up, I must first; however, start elsewhere.

For years my sister has struggled in school, with social relationships and even with us. For as long as I can remember she has always fought with either me, my mom or with my dad. The constant fighting always bothered me, but I thought in time things would get better. They didn’t, and 2 years ago she was diagnosed with a lot of stuff. She’s been on medication, gone to therapy, but it hasn’t helped much. She has her good days and her bad, but the stress has just been piling up in me. When I first went to college I was always excited to come home for breaks, but as the semesters went by I found myself not being that excited to come home because then I would be back with all the stress. 

This past summer, as some of you know, I went to Ireland for study abroad. The trip was amazing, I have never seen a place so beautiful in my life. I made some great new friends and really enjoyed the 2 weeks overseas. Life at home has been really stressful, my younger sister is struggling a lot with depression and her learning disability. A year ago she attempted suicide but got help. That really struck a nerve hard with me.

As senior in college, prepping to graduate and hopefully attend veterinary school I’ve never been so stressed. Being told day by day that I’m not good enough to get in, or I’m wasting my time applying really lowers my self-esteem. The constant stress from school and home have really taken on toll on me throughout the past 3 years. I’ve had some really low, low moments but I’ve always managed to pick myself up again.

When I was in Ireland it felt as I had walked through the closet to enter Narnia. I had never been so relaxed, my mind finally at peace. I didn’t worry about school, my sister, anything. It was the best two weeks in my best, it then followed by one of the worse weeks in my life and I had only gone downhill from there.

3 days before my flight back to the states I had a dream — a dream of what I was going to come home to again. The constant arguing between my sister and I or my mom and my sister. My constant fear of whether or not she would try to hurt herself again or worse. My constant stress over the approaching school year and trying my best to do as well as I can in my classes to not disappoint my family.

The day after I got home I went to the mall to pick up something I had ordered before I left, I knew while I was driving my mom and sister that I was off. I felt it but thought I could control/have a tight enough grip on it that I would be ok. I was wrong. My mind was in such shambles that I accidentally backed up too far in the spot and hit the wall behind me. That’s when I cracked.

I suffered an attack, the worse I have ever had that day — July 11th. Between the hyperventilating and forceful shaking, I had never been so not in control with my body. My mom tried to figure out why I was so upset but my brain was shutting down. It was so hard to get the words out. In the end, she assumed I was just upset about hitting the wall with my car and not being home in Ireland. I didn’t adjust well coming home, and I crave going back but that’s not my life. My life is here in the states and I have to make the most of it.  As much as she thought (as well as I) that the attack was a one and done thing, it wasn’t.

Fast forward to Friday, October 19. A group of friends and I went to a neighboring town to go on a ghost tour. As an RA I had to work on Halloween and my friends would most certainly go to parties (something I know I can’t handle because of the stress). We all agreed it would be fun, so 2 of my residents and 6 of my friends all agreed to go on this tour. The tour was really interesting because I'm a history nerd and I love ghost stories, and I enjoyed myself.

However, at the end of the tour half of the group wanted to go to a nearby bar to get drinks and food. Mainly drinks, which I did not want to do because it was getting late and I had a test to prepare for the next morning. I told my friends I didn’t want to go and I wanted to go, but I was outvoted and we went anyway. I walk into the bar and I’m fine. I tell myself I can handle this and sit at the table. No one was there, except us and some staff. The waitress was kind enough to bring us all waters while everyone decided what they wanted to eat or what alcohol they wanted. I chugged half the glass of water because I began to feel off and overwhelmed. My hands began to shake, I began to become extremely hot, and I knew what was coming. I took some breaths full well knowing I might have another breakdown but I didn’t want to have one in front of my friends nor the waitress.

Unfortunately, my mind snapped when one of my friends, who had come back from the bathroom, mentioned a nightclub right behind us and said we should all go in there afterword. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my chair back and ran out of the bar as fast as I could. Outside I had my 2nd attack. The hyperventilating and crying started, then the excessive shaking. After what felt like many many minutes the girl who mentioned the nightclub came out and wondered why I was so upset. Again, I tried but failed to tell her why I was so upset. During my attacks, the formation of words and thoughts are easy, getting them out is a whole different story. She tried to get me to calm down and eventually all my other friends came out to make sure I was ok. I told them I wouldn’t be able to walk back into that bar and I needed to just walk to let myself just get through the attack. We walked and Insaw a bookstore. I went inside and was able to calm down after just looking around. The atmosphere was calming and helped settle my mind.

After I was calm enough our group parted ways and I drove who I had taken back to the campus again. That night I didn’t sleep well, I was still crying a lot, remembering what had happened. I can almost smile about it now, thinking that I did something super cliché, running out of a bar. As I tell my one friend,  at least it wasn’t because of a boy.

The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the night before, the scene of my running out of that bar played over and over in my mind. I had received an email that morning with a letter of rejection from one of the Vet schools I applied too. That really set me off and I ended up through one of my decorated coffee mugs from RA training week against my closet door. It, of course, shattered into a million pieces but I was too upset to clean it up or care. I texted one RA staff member I was close with to come down to my room as I was in desperate need for company. When she opened my door she immediately came over to me and hugged me. I could stop my 3rd attack from happening in front of her but she said nothing and just held me. She listened as I struggled to tell her what had happened the night before. After I had calmed down enough we went for a walk in the local park. Nature has always had a calming effect on me and she helped me take my mind off the incident. I was able to focus back on my work but the incident still lingers. I never told my parents what had happened, and probably never will.

When I went to the doctors, my mom told me before we walked into the office that if there was anything wrong, anything on my mind, today was the day to talk about it. I hadn’t told her about my other two attacks at school, I was debating whether or not to tell her. I had thought about telling the doctor and then based off her answer/response I would tell my mother. When I got into the exam room the nurse asked if there was anything I would talk to my doctor about her when she came in she would have an idea. I struggled to say it but I was able to get the word “anxiety” out. I’m a relatively emotional person I knew that if I was going to talk about what had happened that I would start crying. However, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to control the anxiety mounting up inside me any longer. It was only getting worse and I feared another attack would come when I least expected it. When the doctor came in I was able, with some time, get my experience across. When I finished she said I have anxiety and if I go on medication it will help balance out the chemicals in my brain.

If you had told me many years ago I would struggle with my mental health, such as anxiety, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. I like to be in control or my body, and I have almost always been in control. I always felt like I was strong enough to not need extra help because I believed I could handle any problem on my own. But lately the anxiety has gotten worse, the attacks were terrifying because I’ve never been so out of control before with my own body, and I saw that I couldn’t control it even if I pretended I did. Although I’m sure I probably should have gotten help it sooner, I was too afraid of what my parents would have said and if the doctor would have even believed me.

I hope that with this new medication I will begin to feel at more peace in mind and body than I feel now. And if this medication doesn’t work I am willing to work with my doctor to find another way. I told my one friend about starting the new medication and she is supporting me and I know she will be there if I need her. I don’t want to not be in control anymore and I want to start enjoying life again, the anxiety has kept me from doing a lot of things.

I don’t talk much about my personal life, but this is something I felt like I needed to share. Thank you for taking the time to read, with love ❤️

- Ships

[heoneyology]

50 questions tag

yay I found one of the things I was tagged in!!! by a lot of people!! before it gets too lost in my favorites!! so I think @helloicarus, @youremytreasure98, and @parkseonghwa are all the people who tagged me?

1. What takes up too much of your time?

work, first and foremost...

2. What makes your day better?

my cats, my boyfriend, jooheon’s dimples, the photocards of jooheon and hongjoong I now have in my phone case, tacos, and naps!

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

my boss told me I could have the day off... but then I realized I wasn’t going to have back-to-back days off this week alkdjfksdk

4. What fictional place would you like to go?

uhh anywhere high fantasy tbh? chromeria (brent weeks lightbringer series), the known world (game of thrones), cosmere (brandon sanderson’s stormlight archive and more), middle earth (the hobbit), uhhh also harry potter?

5. Are you good at giving advice?

I try but??? I personally don’t feel like I am

6. Do you have any mental illness?

generalized anxiety

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

once when I was a kid, I literally had no idea what was going on I was so young, and it scared me half to death. I begged my mom to sleep in the living room with me that night and we watched late night cartoons together until I was convinced it was safe to fall back to sleep.

8. What musician inspired you the most?

linkin park and chester bennington. also block b, and zico.

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

yes! and I’m still amazed some days he puts up with me, but he’s my best friend

10. What’s your dream date

staying in bed all day and reading or watching a movie and cuddling, or hiking and tacos after we finish the hike (this is our go-to date actually lol)

11. What do other people notice about you?

I get told a lot that it’s my smile?

12. What is the annoying habit you have?

when I’m anxious or not keeping my mind occupied I have a habit of either chewing my lip until it’s bleeding or subconsciously scratching at my arms or forehead :’))

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

yeah, I live with him my boyfriend is the only person I’ve seriously been in a long term relationship with and I don’t consider past dates or crushes 

14. How many ex’s do you have?

none, I don’t consider the people I went on a lunch or dinner date with a couple times as serious relationships, so...

15. How many songs are on your playlist?

I don’t know akljdf;ljsdf I switched to using spotify and things aren’t exactly organized over there...

16. What instruments can you play?

none now but I used to be able to play the flute

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

my cats and.....

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

new zealand, south korea, and japan!

19. What is your zodiac?

libra sun (gemini moon and libra asc)

20. Do you relate to it?

a decent amount for certain personality things, but for like my mindset I think I relate more to my ascending libra and gemini moon than I do my sun libra?

21. What is happiness to you?

wherever you feel at ease, and whatever fills your heart with an inexplicable warmth

22. Are you going through anything right now?

not... in particular...?

23. What is the worst decision you’ve ever made?

when I finally put my first cat, who grew up with me all the way to me turning 18 years old, down because he was old and at the end of his life... I just turned him over to the vet because I couldn’t handle staying in the room with him, and I hate myself to this day for it

24. What is your favourite store?

the internet...

25. What is your opinion on abortion?

your body, your choice

26. Do you have a bucket list?

kind of? it’s more like just a travel bucket list, there are just places I really want to go someday

27. Do you have a favourite album at the moment?

take 1. are you there (monsta x), treasure ep 1 & 2 (ateez)

28. What do you want for your birthday?

to move out of this city/state... I’m kinda over it now lol

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

uhh... no idea :’))

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

well when I was younger, everyone kept telling me I was older. now that I’m older, everyone keeps telling me I seem younger like I’m 21 alkdsjfk;lsdj

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

nightstand next to my bed

32. What word do you say the most?

fuck

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

probably someone around 10 years older? so someone close to 30? age gaps kind of start to mean less the older you get...

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

5 years (20) is the cutoff for someone younger

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

doctor or nurse

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

everything akldjfksdf.... rock, alternative, kpop, edm... even country since I grew up with it

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

somewhere with better health care please

38. What is your current favourite song?

I suck at choosing favorites of anything so I’ll pass on this alkdjfksdf it depends on my mood LOL

39. How long have you had this blog for?

8 years!!

40. What are you excited for?

monsta x in august!! lowkey mostly meeting jooheon aklsdjfkslj

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

listener

42. What is the last productive thing you do?

nothing. I did absolutely nothing productive today.

43. What do you want for Christmas?

to move somewhere new lmfao

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

when I was in school it was english/literature

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling rn?

5ish

46. What can you see yourself doing In 10 years?

I don’t know cries it’d be nice to be living somewhere else?? close to friends, with lots of cats and pets like I’ve always wanted, maybe finally having a book published akdjflksdf and traveling a lot

47. When did you get your first heart broken?

when I put aforementioned cat from a few questions ago down

48. At what age do you want to get married?

no time constraint, I don’t really care either way

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

veterinarian

50. What do you crave now?

hot wings, and to live somewhere that isn’t where I live right now

I’m not tagging anyone because I’ve lost count of how many people have done it!!! but if you see this and want to participate tag me so I can see you did it c:

[rhetoricandlogic]

A Different Shade of Magic: Witchmark by C.L. Polk

Alex Brown

Tue Jun 19, 2018 3:00pm

Welcome to Witchmark, C.L. Polk’s masterful debut about a magical Edwardian-esque world still reeling from a deadly world war. One of those battlefield survivors is Dr. Miles Singer. In the war he experienced terrible acts of violence, and perpetrated a few of his own. Now back home, he treats injured veterans at a local hospital. Did I say treat? I meant cure. With magic. Miles is a healer, although no one is supposed to know. Years before, he was a recalcitrant Secondary, a second-class mage destined to be magically bound to his magically superior sister. Grace is a Storm-Singer and she and the other elite mages use magic to keep Aeland temperate and fertile. But Miles ran away, escaped from a live of captivity and servitude. And he might have remained undiscovered if Nick Elliot hadn’t died in his arms.

Something terrible is driving vets to kill their loved ones, but what does it have to do with imprisoned witches and Nick’s bizarre travel habits? All of a sudden Miles is yanked into a murder mystery turned national conspiracy, with his very identity at stake. Helping him is Tristan Hunter, a charming, enigmatic man who, like Miles, is far more than he lets on. As the two men grow closer, Miles’ family threatens to rip them apart. In order to save the world, he might just have to destroy it.

From the beginning, Miles, Tristan, Robin, and Grace feel like characters you’ve known for years. It’s not that they’re tropes—far from it—but that Polk is just that good at creating characters that feel fully fleshed out. For me, the hallmark of strong character development is being able to imagine them all living their lives outside the events of the novel. And given how much I’ve been daydreaming about Miles and Tristan lately, Polk more than succeeded.

Her talents at worldbuilding are equally as impressive. Aeland and its inhabitants felt real. The magic is well-explained and interestingly explored, as is the social hierarchy. What with everything that eventually goes down, I’m pleasantly surprised at how well Polk was at quickly and thoroughly establishing a comprehensible world to ensure it all makes sense. Polk doesn’t give that much in the way of physical description, but the words and phrases she chooses give the reader everything they need to sink into the story.

And the romance, oh, the romance! Miles and Tristan have an easy rapport, but there are complicated layers of their relationship. Their passion is sweeping and sweet, with just a touch of sadness. Tristan is a fascinating character. Besides his entertaining personality, who he really is puts him in an awkward position with Miles.

But what pushes Witchmark from very good to great are the deep undercurrents. This isn’t just a story about cool magic and those who abuse it. Under the surface is a painful discussion of slavery, exploitation, and colonialism. Aeland is a wealthy land with idyllic weather. Most never think about where that success comes from, and at whose expense. Miles understands the high cost to keep Aeland powerful, but is privileged enough that there are exploitative aspects even he doesn’t notice until it’s too late.

This is a bit out of left field, but Grace reminds me a lot of 19th century abolitionists. Although they fought for an end to slavery, they weren’t interested in civil rights or equity. Likewise, Grace feels guilty about profiting off a system where her brother and other secondaries must surrender their freedom and become a living battery for her and her ilk, but not enough to actually stop it. Privilege is relative, but power can only be gained or lost. Those with all the power cannot acknowledge that those below them might be like them without admitting the whole system is flawed. Do you know what the early triggers for the Civil Rights Movement were? African Americans coming home after helping the Allies win WWII—a war in which they were shunted into the worst jobs possible—only to be forced back into Jim Crow. Hell, we fought a civil war over our obsession with brutal exploitation. Which is why it doesn’t matter that some Secondaries may be more powerful than Storm-Singers or have valuable wartime skills. Miles said it best: “I want freedom, and so you want to chain me, to teach the others they should be like me… You’ll always need more power, Grace… However nobly you intend to use it, you’ll always need more.” I mean, if that isn’t a metaphor for the dumpster fire of a world we live in today, I don’t know what is.

As satisfying as Witchmark is, there are three weak areas, both related to minor characters. The first is, I hate to say, Nurse Robin. She doesn’t get nearly enough screentime. In an interview with the LA Public Library, Polk talked about how Robin’s role was substantially cut down after rewrites, and it shows. Robin gets just enough attention to make it clear she’s important, but that importance never really goes anywhere. Same goes for a late-game antagonist at the hospital. There’s all this built up tension between him and Miles culminating in a serious confrontation, but nothing comes of it. I’m not convinced he was necessary to the plot, especially when it took away valuable space from Robin. The enemy Laneeri are just as underdeveloped. They haunt the edges of the story but never get quite enough focus to mean much. But at the end of the day, these are three very small quibbles barely marring a delectable tale.

If Tor.com had a rating system, I’d give Witchmark 10 out of 5 stars. I loved it that much, y’all. Every single second of it was glorious. It was so good I was literally dreading finishing it. I actually set it down for a good week because every time I picked it up I remembered how close I was to the end of watching Tristan and Miles be adorable. And even though I finally did finish, I’ve already gone back to read bits and pieces several times. It may only be June, but I can safely say this is my favorite book of the year. If the sequel—Stormsong coming July 2019!—is even half as good, I’ll be happy.

[woossexyponytail]

The nature of the beast (Part 8)

(Jungkook x reader)

(Werewolf x Witch)

Summery: it's hard to keep a promise to stay away from someone you love especially if that person imprinted on you.

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It had been a month at college and y/n bank account started to get low, Mi na suggested to get a job and thankfully the vet down the road had an opening since it was just one guy working there called Yeong-ho who is a supernatural healer.

Yeong-ho was a 34 year old man who owns the vets, he promise y/n to help her healing with easy methods on animals and humans.

Walking in to the cafe with Mi na after classes, both of them saw kunwoo sitting reading the newspaper, sitting down with him Mi na took the paper from kunwoo.

"Murders? Here what the?" Mi na questioned y/n took the paper from her, reading it "three people have been found dead" y/n looked up shocked kunwoo nodded.

"My mum said she's seen all the body's it was a family Mother, father, older brother. Chul was the youngest. And the only one that got away." Kunwoo said Mi na nodded "right your mother is a nurse at the hospital" she said.

"The question is From who?" Y/n said putting the paper down "there are deep cuts, a combination of sharp and blunt force trauma. Some kind of axe." Kunwoo said "An axe murderer?" Y/n asked "A family murdering axe murderer." Mi na said "we need to be careful".

Sitting in class y/n writing down notes as the teacher talked about different types of Human biology, y/n felt someone tap on her shoulder, looking behind her jungkook sat a serious expression on his face"Can we get out of class now it's important?" He asked she nodded, both walking out of class without being noticed.

"So what do you wanna talk about?" Y/N asked as her and jungkook walked down the hall "Just come with me" he said grabbing her hand and running out of the college.

After a few minutes jungkook took y/n to an abandoned train station with train's that where also abandoned, sliding the door open on one of the trains helping y/n up, the train was nice and cozy, with sofas, beenbags and tables.

y/n was meet by six other werewolves aka jungkook pack, walking in she noticed that the boys where surrounding jimin who was laying on the floor with an axe in his chest.

"Oh god, What happened?" She asked getting a better look at Jimin "did you hear about the family that was murdered? The same person tried to kill jimin the cut on his chest isn't deep but there is something that is slowly killing him, can you check?"

"I I'm not sure, why don't you guys bring him to the vets Yeong-ho could help" she said as they noded getting jimin up and help him to the vets.

Opening the door y/N ran in to the back to find Yeong-ho after finding him they put jimin on the metal table Yeong-ho grabbed the axe that was still in jimin chest.

"This is gonna hurt" he said jimin nodded as Yeong-ho pulled out the axe jimin grunting as his nails turn in to claws finally Getting it out of him, Yeong-ho looked at the axe.

"The axe is laced with wolfsbane. I don't know the species so we're going to have to burn it out. Y/N do you mind?" He asked looking at her she nodded and looked at Jimin with worry in her eyes "I think I can handle a little fire." Jimin said laughing.

Y/n smiled, grabbing a pen from the desk and Draw a penntagram on her hand making a fist with her hand and then closed her eyes, her hand turn into flames.

"Ah, hell." Jimin said and started to scream as y/n put her hand to the cut on his chest. After the cut healed y/n moved back next to jungkook as jimin sat up rubbing his chest.

"He said he was after you." Jimin said looking up at Namjoon "How does a guy with no mouth say anything?" Taehyung asked, jimin got up and grabbed something from his pocket, holding it up to show everyone "With this."

"I still don't get how this guy has no mouth I mean How can he eat?" Jin asked "I didn't get a chance to ask. I was fighting him off with a tomahawk buried in my chest." Jimin said glaring at jin as he sheepish smiled back at him.

"Who runs around with a tomahawk?" Y/n asked "soldier's carried them for IED removal in Afghanistan. It's military. And so is that." Yeong-ho said pointing at the thing jimin was holding.

"Do you know what it's used for?" Asked Hoseok "Well, this one looks like it's been modified." Yeong-ho said "Show us." As Yeong-ho walked over to his laptop grabbing it from jimin.

"Okay, I think I got an IP address." Yeong-ho said "That means we can find him, right?" Jin asked "Definitely. Especially if-" Yeong-ho was cut off by Hoseok "What was that?" He said pointing to the screen "I think I found a message. Does anyone recognize the handle Benefactor?" Yeong-ho asked "Money transferred." Y/n said "What does that mean?" Jungkook asked "That means this guy is not just a killer." Y/N said "He's an assassin." Yoongi finished.

"I need to find my dad" namjoon said "and why is that?" Y/N asked "namjoon dad is the sheriff" jungkook said "you guys stay here to find out more information" namjoon said running out the vets.

After namjoon told his dad both of them went to the location that Yeong-ho found earlier which lead them to the college.

"You know, just because this guy connected to the college WiFi, doesn't mean he's still here." Namjoon said to his dad "True. But I've seen enough in this college to keep my gun in hand when walking in after dark. Like blood." Namjoon dad said looking at the floor that had a puddle of blood "That doesn't make sense. -" namjoon said.

"Yeah, no kidding." " - That's not what I mean. I should've caught the scent before we walked in." Namjoon said getting ready to open the door "Hold on." Namjoon dad said "You nervous makes me nervous." Namjoon said glaring at his dad "It's an explosive. A claymore. Get down!" Namjoon dad said. As they ran as the bomb exploded.

Getting back up thankfully namjoon and his dad didn't get hurt. Hearing footsteps Namjoon turn around to see a guy with no mouth.

"Uh dad" namjoon pointed at the guy As namjoon dad shot the guy in the head, the guy with no mouth fell down to the floor dead "Well that was anticlimactic".

After namjoon and his dad safely got more police and no one got hurt namjoon went back to the group.

Walking in y/n and Yeong-ho were on the laptop decoding the messages "did you find anything?" Namjoon asked "not yet" y/n told him.

"What is this?" Jungkook asked pointing at the screen as everyone got up to check "It's a list of supernaturals." Y/N said looking at the list of names "It's a dead pool." Yeong-ho said y/n looked around at the guys with fear in her eyes "And we're all on it."

The next day the group stayed together, since the bomb that was meant to kill namjoon yesterday damaged the building classes were cancelled for awhile.

Sitting in the cafe the seven boys and y/N sat together mi na also sat with them since she needed to study with y/n but had no idea what was going on.

"Guys! Guys!" Kunwoo ran up to the table with another newspaper in his hand, panting after running to find the girls he collapsed in a chair next to mi na as she grabbed the papers from him.

"Another body?" She said reading through, y/n looked at the papers as well "Choong-Hoon was found by a lake house decapitated outside his car" she read out looking up at the group.

"I'll be back later" namjoon said Getting up but got stopped by jin "I'm going with you" jin said as they nodded to the rest and left the cafe.

"That was weird, anyway my mum said that the decapitation was a clean cut" kunwoo said "what does that mean?" Mi na asked "it means that it was a sharp object" Yoongi said also looking at the papers.

"There's more" kunwoo said looking at the group "my mum said that, Well this seems crazy but apparently everyone who died so far are not human, strange right" he finished.

"Like supernatural?" Mi na asked kunwoo nodded, y/n looked up at jungkook as he looked back panic in their eyes along with the rest of the pack.

"That is crazy" Hoseok said laughing nervously flinching as Yoongi kicked him under the table to shut him up.

"Yeah your right, I mean it's not like I saw someone transform in to a wolf or anything" kunwoo said glacing at jungkook, y/n flinched at that looking up at jungkook squeezing his hand.

"Why don't the three of us go, we need to get that thing right mi na?" Y/n said Getting up pulling mi na and kunwoo and walking out.

"What the hell was that?" Y/n asked kunwoo, as mi na was being very quiet "how much do you trust your so called boyfriend?" Kunwoo asked "what's that suppose to mean?" She asked.

"I saw him turn into a wolf" he said "he's a werewolf I knew it" mi na said glaring in the direction of the cafe. Y/n eyes widened along with kunwoo.

"I thought I was hallucinating, your telling me it real?" He asked mi na nodded "My family are hunters, I know a werewolf when I see one, sorry y/n but I have to tell my dad" mi na said.

"Ok you are NOT killing him got it" y/N said glaring at mi na, she laughed "I'm trying to save you, you don't understand how dangerous they can be" mi na said.

"You kill him, I kill you" y/n said holding her hand up as fire came off it "your a witch?" Mi na asked eyes widened "fine if you trust him so do I" she said smiling, y/N put her hand down and started laughing along with mi na.

"I'm so confused" kunwoo said eyes wide as y/n and Mi na looked back at kunwoo forgetting he was there "oh right uh looks like we have a lot to explain" Mi na said "no shit".

After y/n told the boys that kunwoo now knew about the supernatural they decided to take him to the abandoned train station to talk with him. Yoongi text namjoon and jin to meet there to explain everything.

All nine of them stared at kunwoo as he looked at each person slowly trying to get his head around the situation.

"So your a hunter, your a witch and your a werewolf, and so are you and you and you and-" kunwoo got cut off "the seven of us are fucking werewolves, now get that through your thick skull" Yoongi said glaring, kunwoo looked back at y/n and Mi na "he's mean, I don't like him" kunwoo said.

"Don't worry about Yoongi, he gets a little angry sometimes" jin said smiling sweetly while Yoongi rolled his eyes and the rest of the boys sniggered. "So what do you think?"

"I think your all bat shit crazy but then again I did see you turn into a wolf and you cast a spell, so I'm trying not to freak out" kunwoo said.

"And how can we trust her?" Yoongi said glaring at mi na, "listen I know it will take time but I promise I won't hurt any of you, as long as you guys don't kill innocent people" "fair enough".

Namjoon phone went off in that moment as everyone looked at him his face turn pale reading the text he got.

"Shit, that kid Chul, they found him dead in the hospital five minutes ago" namjoon said everyone looked down, kunwoo spoke up "So what's going on with all these deaths?" He asked.

"Yeah I wanna know too" Mi na said crossing her arms "then let me show you" namjoon said.

Walking to the vets was the safest place for them at this moment, Yeong-ho sat in front of his desk to keep an eye out for anyone while the rest was in the back.

The group stood in a circle around the metal table with files of the murders That namjoon took from his dad's office "So, the family were the first." Jimin said.

"At least the first that we know about." Namjoon said "three murders. Chul family, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute." Yoongi said.

"Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by namjoon dad after he tried to blow up namjoon with a Claymore mine." Jin said. "Wait what?" Kunwoo said looking shocked "shh" mi na said glaring at kunwoo for interrupting.

"Next was Choong-Hoon. He was found by a lake house." Hoseok said "And got decapitated outside his car." Taehyung said.

"Did the scent tell you anything?" Y/N asked looking up at Namjoon and jin "Definitely a werewolf. But there's more. I think he was part of a pack" jin said.

"Well, if he was, they'll be looking for him. And then last night, It's a dead pool. A hit list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded." Y/n said.

"All right, what are these numbers next to the names?" Mi na asked "We're getting to that. First, you need to know that we think there's two other cipher keys. Which will give us the rest of the names." Namjoon said.

"Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys?" Kunwoo asked. "Same way we got the code. Y/n." Jungkook said looking at her. "I've been searching since I found the first part trying to find the other two key words." She said.

"And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Ahn Byeoung-Keun and Byon Su-Dae. They werewolves too?" Kunwoo asked "don't know."

"The population of Seoul is 9.86 million." Mi na said "And dropping." Jungkook said. "Look, how many werewolves, vampires, fairies and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?" Kunwoo asked.

"And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?" Mi na asked "We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit. Because of the numbers. We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117. Million." Jin said.

"My dad said money was Stolen from the vault a few days back and is being used by someone to finance all these murders. Someone who wants every supernatural in Seoul dead" namjoon said.

"So the coded list goes out. And somehow these professional assassins get that list. And a cipher key. And then they go after the names on the list." Kunwoo said "They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off." Jimin said.

"Let me see. Chul was also stabbed." Namjoon said looking at his phone "What's this mark?" Yoongi asked looking at the photo of the cut "not sure. still waiting on the ME's report." Namjoon said.

"There's one other thing I don't get. How did this new assassin know that Choong-Hoon was going to be at the lake house?" Y/N asked. "Everyone knows he delivers kegs to college party's for a little extra cash." Jungkook said "Ah. So there was a party at the lake house that night. And I wasn't invited" Taehyung said a pout on his face, The others rolled their eyes at him.

"So whoever ordered that keg killed Choong-Hoon." Hoseok said "Yeah, it was someone at the party." Yoongi nodded "A student from our college".

[chiefdancingbear]

The Simpernaturals: Jace’s Birthday!

Hey folks! Got some more updates, so here we goooooooo!!! 

Soon after the fleas had all but left, time moved on fairly quickly for the Thornberry’s! John and Lilian had come to the realization that their boy Jace wasn’t any longer, just a kid. He had grown up today. The cake was to be made and he was to no longer be that lovable kid, no matter how much he tested their nerves. 

Just as Lilian was making the cake for Jace however, John noticed that poor Hazel was feeling off. She was moping around the house and on a second look, he realized that her nose was really red.....aside from the fact that she needed yet another bath. 

“Hazel! Come here and give me a hug!” John ordered her. She obeyed and he grabbed up her paws to hold her closely as he heard the banging of pots and pans downstairs. “I guess its a trip to the vet’s after all” he sighed. He knew Jace would be totally worried over her and so he decided to try to sneak Hazel out.

“Where is Hazel going? And why is her nose like that?” came Jace’s voice. John inwardly cursed his bad luck. 

“I think she’s sick and needs a shot or something........we will be back before the cake is cooled” John had promised him and off they went. 

At the vets it was fairly busy, but after explaining his situation to the nearest nurse, she let him jump the line. Thankfully no one else complained. 

“You were right to bring her in........she is sick, but we can fix that” the vet told him. She gave him two options and he spared no cash for the sake of Hazel’s well-being. He wanted her well. “Thats fine, just pay it up front” the vet told him as she administered the medicine. 

Once home, and just in time too, John and Hazel both came into the kitchen. Jace was about to blow his candles out! 

And just like that Jace grew into a handsome teenager. He had gotten some gifts from his parents which included new clothes and some money to burn. He wanted to get his hair cut and get some more new threads so he spent the afternoon in the mall. He wanted to play with Hazel, but he knew he should let her sleep. Poor baby had been through a lot! 

When he came home though, boy was she happy to see him! 

As soon as the love fest between the two ended, John called from his studio. He had wanted to take a picture of him and his Mom together. Jace grumbled, but his Dad assured him that one or two pictures wouldnt hurt. Plus, it was for the family album, or so his Dad said. 

Once they took at least two shots, Jace had reminded them that he needed to get a head start on homework if he was to climb to the top of his class. Plus, he wanted to get it out of the way. 

“On your birthday?” Lilian said in surprise.

“Why not?”

“Cause its your BIRTHDAY?” John said, not believing his ears. When he turned teen, all he wanted to do on his birthday was to have fun. Jace laughed at their expressions. 

He went downstairs to the study. It was always quiet in there and thats where he could concentrate.

As soon as he had made a breakthrough in his homework, Lilian showed up. She wanted to make sure that he didn’t need anything.

“Mom, Im fine........I think I have this handled. I will be finished and they we can go back to partying!” 

“Oh, ok then” she sighed and started to stretch. She was so proud of him. 

Finally, once he had finished, he was just about to leave the room when his Mom entered again. This time, she was carrying her phone and wanted a picture. 

“Why don’t you get it from Dad?”

“Cause I need one for my phone” she winked and grabbed him and pulled him into the picture. 

“Okay, are you happy now? Can we get back to having fun?” he said half amused.

“Teenagers! So moody!” she replied sarcastically as Jace giggled. It had been a wonderful day! 

Thanks for reading all! Stay tuned for more! 

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Fight Club Chapter 3

You find yourself at a party one night, alone. You never would have guessed the adventure that it would take you on when you meet a handsome, silver-haired stranger.

Contents: Angst. Smoking.

Read Chapters 1, 2

Reader POV

The next few days of classes made for very little time to reach out to Chanyeol. We exchanged scattered, “hey, can I see you soon,” texts here and there, but, with us studying different majors, our classes overlapped and we were always on complete opposite sides of the campus.

I was interested to see how Yixing would interact with me after the way things had gone over the weekend at the party. I arrived at class that afternoon to find him in his normal seat next to mine. He was heavily focused on what he was writing, and jumped a bit when he lifted his head and saw me next to him.

“You snuck up on me,” he laughed.

I was relieved to see that he seemed to be unphased by the events from Saturday. Perhaps he had just been drunk that night and didn’t remember much of it. I wondered if he was aware that I had spent time with Chanyeol on Sunday. If he was, he did not seem phased by it.

“How was the rest of your weekend?” He closed the textbook that he was copying notes out of and turned his body toward me. He leaned forward and his eyes locked on mine, as if to show his attention was fully targeted on me.

I started unpacking my notebook and pens as I said, “it was good! Yeah, I really enjoyed myself this weekend.” I grinned and felt a blush crawl over my cheeks as I recalled the events a few days earlier with Chanyeol.  I waited to see if he was would pry about what I had done other than attending the party, but he just said, “that’s good to hear!”

We made small talk while waiting for the teacher to arrive and start the class. I wanted to mention him bailing on me at a party that he had invited me to, but I was unsure how to bring it up.

In the midst of our conversation, all of the classroom’s phones let out alert noises. We received an email from our professor that was informing us that he had a family emergency and that class was cancelled. He apologized to us for it being so last minute and gave us an extension on our papers due the next period for another week.

I heard a few sighs of relief, thankful for the extension, and a few groans of frustration. There were several mumblings of, “wasting my time sitting here.”

I, a combination of annoyed and relieved, re-packed my stuff, and when I looked up from my book bag, Yixing had stood faster than me. He had his hand out to assist me to my feet. I nodded and thanked him and allowed him to pull me up.

“Well, since class is cancelled, do you wanna go use this free time to get some coffee with me?” He was still holding my hand in his and his deep eyes were piercing into mine. He had a kind smile on his face, but there was a soft intensity I had not seen on his face before behind it.

I cleared my throat and released his hand to pull my bag over my shoulder. I had wanted Yixing to ask me out for quite some time, but meeting Chanyeol over the weekend sent my desires spiraling in a different direction. Life’s timing was humorous.

“I, um, am probably going to use this grace period to study for the test we have next week, honestly. I’m falling behind,” I hoped that he wouldn’t see through the lie. I had sensed tension between he and Chanyeol at the party, and was uncomfortable with the idea of mentioning him as my reason to not spend time with Yixing.

“Well, would you like to study together? It’s always helped me in the past. I tend to ace tests I study for with you as my unofficial tutor. And coffee will be on me!” His intense gaze softened and he shuffled his feet nervously.

It was the first time I had watched Yixing’s confidence fall, even slightly. I caved in and said, “okay. Let’s go study!”

We made our way to the on campus coffee shop. I settled into a booth and pulled out my textbook again while Yixing made his way over to me with two mugs of coffee.

I raised my mug up to my face with both hands. I watched the steam rise and inhaled the scent of the fresh beverage. I took a small sip and set it down.

“So,” I had made myself built up the courage to mention Saturday, “the girl at the party this weekend, in the kitchen with you, she was very pretty.” I attempted to say it fairly passively while flipping to the chapter we needed to review. I did not want it to seem as though I was jealous, but just making conversation.

"Ah, I was wondering if that was going to come up,” Yixing fiddled with his pen, “ I’m sorry for being a bad host. I had had too much to drink and let my manners escape me. It wasn’t cool of me to do…”

He trailed off and seemed genuinely apologetic. I let him know that it was okay, “no really! It’s fine,” and he thanked me for not being upset with him about it.

"Alright,” he clapped his hands together, “let’s study!”

Chanyeol POV: I was beat to hell. My hours had been occupied by studio time attempting to finish this song for my recording professor. When I was not sitting in a classroom thinking about chords, lyrics, and drum beats, I was actually in the studio attempting to put it all together.

The assignment had been to produce a full song that was on the opposite end of the spectrum of the one we had done previously. Since, “Sing For You,” had been soft, I was aiming for something slightly more gritty and hard-hitting.

I had one jam I was particularly psyched about, and had even convinced a couple of my friends to join in on the track. I was just struggling to finalize it.

Mind you, all of this was completely disregarding the fact that I was still nursing my aching body from my fight against Kyungsoo. Home life was rough, considering we started a brand new bracket from the losers of previous fights vs Newbies to the club. Last night, my friend Jongdae kicked a walk-on’s ass to the point that we had to forcibly pull him off of him. The vets regularly tried to stomp, literally and metaphorically, on new people to show seniority. We tried to tell newcomers not to try to jump into the ring. It never ended well, and now there was a blood stain on my wall I couldn’t get to come off. That was exceptionally irritating. I was not looking forward to trying to explain that to my landlord when it came time to move out. There was no way in hell that Yixing and I would get our security deposits back.

My schedule today was booked, but I had a rare moment where my Lyrics professor let us leave early. I bolted to the campus coffee shop to grab a cup to go before my next appointment in the studio started.

I tipped the barista and moved to the side to put some sugar in my to go cup. It was then that I heard a familiar lighthearted laugh that I had been yearning to hear since Sunday. I whipped around to see her, and to see that she was sitting with none other than Yixing.

I felt my blood boil. He was gliding gentle grazes of his fingers on hers any time that he would point something out in their textbooks. I did not want those hands anywhere near her, let alone touching her. I had seen what they could do to a grown man, and to imagine her skin sharing that same touch infuriated me.

Not that I could be one to talk, of course, especially after what I had done to Kyungsoo recently. I was being a fucking hypocrite and didn’t care in the slightest.

Yixing wanted her as a trophy. I had started to fall for her. I was not going to allow him to take that from me.

I pretended to notice her for the first time as I walked by the booth.

"Hi baby!” I walked up and sat next to her in the booth. I ignored Yixing, although I could feel the daggers from his eyes practically piercing my skin.

"Chanyeol!” She beamed up at me and leaned into me as I put my arm around her. She, too, seemed to momentarily forget that Yixing was there, but then almost immediately remembered and quickly leaned away from my hug.

"Uh, so, I would introduce you both, but I think that you know each other,” she seemed a little bit flustered, and it was insanely cute, to be honest. I saw Yixing’s face soften into a kind smile that I had only seen aimed at beautiful women when she turned back to him.

"Of course I know my own roommate,” he made eye contact with me and asked, “don’t you have lyrics class right now?” He said it as a concerned question, but I could feel the condemnation behind it. I was digging my own grave deeper for our fight later this week, but I would take her over any stupid fight with Yixing any day.

"Wait,” she gasped, “Chanyeol, what happened to your eye? And your cheek? Holy shit, are you okay?” I thought I had hidden that side of my face pretty well from her, but they were also big bruises to try to hide.

"Woah! Yeah, what the hell happened to you?!” Yixing turned my face so that she could fully examine the bruising and cuts along my face.

I glared at Yixing for playing along. I had been attempting to stay busy and put off seeing her until I had healed. I suppose seeing them together made me forego that plan. I had been trying to come up with an excuse for looking the way that I did.

"Ah, it’s nothing. It’s embarrassing, really…” I hurriedly came up with, “I, um, I got jumped while walking home from class the other day. Some asshole trying to get a few bucks out of my wallet.” I caught Yixing slightly nodding at my quickly formulated lie. It was almost as if he was impressed that I would lie to her this quickly. I felt guilt twinge inside my chest, but it was not time to tell her the truth.

I wasn’t sure that there would ever be a time to tell her.

"Jesus, Yeol. Did you report it to the police?” She had taken my face softly in her hands. I made eye contact with her. I saw her eyebrows furrow with concern as she scanned the marks on my face. Truthfully, I was thankful for her thorough examination, as it was an excuse to stare at her. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Nah. Just some punk ass kid. Besides, I got a few good swings in. He took off before he even got anything off of me. He should have known better.” I saw that she bought the story and she leaned back in the booth.

"Well,” she put her hand on my knee under the table and said, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

"For sure, buddy,” Yixing reminded us that he was still there, “and if you ever see this dude again, let me know. I got your back. It’s what roommates are for!” I wanted to lay him out. I wanted to make him go away and quit this idiotic charade he was playing over this girl.

"Thanks, guys. But really, I’m okay. I’m actually heading to the studio to work on a song with some friends,” I turned my body away from Yixing and smiled at her, lacing my fingers through hers on my knee, “do you want to come see what we’re working on?”

I gestured back toward Yixing, “oh, I’m sorry. That’s so rude of me. You were in the middle of studying.” I shot Yixing a false apologetic glance. I knew that he would not want to make himself look like the bad guy by refusing to let her go.

Just as I suspected, he said, “oh! No worries. I actually have to get to my next class anyway. This professor actually takes attendance, so I have to show up. I didn’t realize that we had been here as long as we had.”

We all stood up and Yixing wedged his way between her and myself. He leaned in and gave her a hug, slowly slinking his hands around her back. With her back to me, he was able to throw one last nasty look my way before releasing her and softening his eyes again.

"Thanks for helping me study! Let’s do this again very soon, please,” he grinned at her before patting me aggressively on my shoulder that he knew was still slightly sore and said, “see you at home, Yeolie.”

I felt a wave of relief as he walked off, even with my shoulder stinging. I watched him leave, and then turned to my much more pleasant company and let a full grin stretch across my face.

"Ready to go?”

Reader POV: Chanyeol and Yixing’s interaction had been rather off-putting. They were roommates and put on a facade of being friends, but I saw through that immediately. There was tension, and I was uncomfortable that they seemed to think I was dumb enough to not notice.

"Chanyeol,” I said his name while we were walking toward the Music Department building. He had locked our pinkies like we had done the first night we met.

"Why did it seem like things weren’t fully okay between you and Yixing?” I looked up at him and saw his face fall.

"Ah, so you were able to tell, then,” he seemed disheartened that their sub-par acting skills had failed. He stopped walking, ran his hand along the back of his head and began to explain, “Yixing and I have been best friends since middle school. He, however, has had a superiority complex for as long as we have known each other.

"Yixing and I had a typical roommate fight earlier last week, and things haven’t been fully repaired between us. We’ll be fine, though. This isn’t the first fight that we have ever had, nor will it be the last, I’m sure.”

That made me feel better. Roommate squabbles were common, and it sounded like the fight had happened before I had met Chanyeol. There was some relief in knowing that I was not the cause of their dispute, and I felt silly for being vain enough to think that.

Chanyeol opened the studio door and I saw two other men in the room. One with bright, fire engine red hair who introduced himself as Baekhyun. The other tall, like Chanyeol with dark hair and a deep gaze. His name was Sehun.

"What’s today’s project?” I sat on the couch in the recording studio across from Chanyeol who had sat in the rolling chair that we had utilized for other purposes a few days before. I smirked to myself. It was kind of fun having a secret like that in the room. I wondered if Chanyeol had the same thought as he shared a similar half smile my direction when he sat in the chair.

"We are working on a super cool song,” Baekhyun told me.

"It’s just missing a couple of different things, we just can’t place what exactly it is that’s missing,” Sehun stepped in.

"Baek is doing vocals and Sehun and I split a rap in it. We are gonna record the audio tonight to lay it down over the base beat line but I’m not sure how great it will sound…” Chanyeol’s face twisted into a frustrated glance as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands over his mouth.

I raised an eyebrow, “you guys rap, huh? Is this like, ‘my mixtape is fire,’ rap or ‘actually good rap?’”

Baekhyun laughed and said, “I guess you’ll have to let them know when we lay the track. But first things first…” He pulled a joint out of his pocket and said, “shall we get the creative juices flowing?”

"On campus, huh? We have some rebels over here.” I scoffed at them when they accused me of being afraid of being caught.

I took the joint from Baekhyun and took a long drag off of it. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, held it in my chest for a few seconds, and then let the smoke cascade out of my mouth like an upward moving waterfall.

"Fuck. That’s hot,” I heard Sehun whisper, followed immediately by, “ow. Sorry Yeol, but can you blame me?”

I opened my eyes to see the three men staring at me, looks of being impressing stamped on all three faces.

"What? You’re not some stereotype that has dibs on smoking because of your artsy majors, yknow? I know how to smoke a joint.” I took one more hit and passed it to Sehun, who grinned and took a drawn out hit.

After we had THC flowing through our systems, Chanyeol had Baekhyun up for his vocals. He put on the headphones provided, approached the microphone, and told Chanyeol to hit play on the backup track.

Although I was unable to hear the music, I noticed how different this song was from the last song Chanyeol had written. The words “I’m creeping in your heart, babe,” and “you call me monster,” were much darker than, “I’ll sing for you.”

When he was back on our side of the glass, I looked at Baekhyun and made sure to praise him; “Your voice is insanely cool!”

"Are you flirting with me,” followed by a wink was his response. When Chanyeol clicked his tongue with a “tsk,” noise and rolled his eyes, Baekhyun said, “oh my god. I’m obviously kidding.”

He flopped next to me on the couch and nudged me. He leaned in and whispered, “Yeol only gets jealous at comments when he really cares for someone. I haven’t seen him develop actual feelings for anyone in a while. I don’t know how much you know about him, but be careful, and know that if he falls in love with you, he’s going to give his all to make it work.”

"What do you mean by, ‘be careful,’ though?” I hoped that I was not just being dense because my mindset was slightly altered.

Baekhyun didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Chanyeol called him up to the soundboard so that he could run it. Chanyeol and Sehun both stepped into the booth and took turns rapping, to my surprise, very well. I was anxious to hear the track with the music.

Sehun finished recording the line “that’s right, my type” for an interjection in the middle of the song, and they emerged from the recording booth, looking very satisfied.

Chanyeol spent the next several hours at the soundboard pushing buttons, clicking and dragging things on a compute screen, and not focusing on anything else. Occasionally he would let out a groan or a jovial noise of success.

We were all painstakingly curious to see if he would finish the song, so we stuck around while he worked.

Finally, Chanyeol let out a cheer and shouted, “I’ve got it! It fits. It sounds perfect!” He turned to us, looking like a proud puppy awaiting a treat. He unplugged his headset and pressed “play” on the computer.

Mechanical whirring noises started the song. They filled the background as beats overlapped and Baekhyun’s voice sang out, “she got me going crazy…”

I watched the three men hype up as the best built. When the rap verses ended and the line “you can call me monster” rang out over silence before the music folding back in full force, there was a loud, “ooooohhhhh!” from Sehun and Baekhyun.

The song ended and Sehun pat Chanyeol on the back, “what made you think of the robot whirring noises? That was what it needed! The perfect fucking touch!”

"Dude, the song is bad ass,” Baekhyun grabbed Chanyeol by the shoulders and he winced as if he was in a bit of pain from it.

Finally, he turned to me, still grinning from ear to ear, and simply asked, “so, are you gonna make me crazy by waiting for what you thought of it?!”

I shrugged my shoulders and murmured, “it was okay.” I saw all three of their faces and shoulders drop in disappointment.

"Damn, I’m joking! The song fucking rocks!” I saw Baekhyun roll his eyes and Sehun laugh. Chanyeol stood up and walked over to the couch I was sitting on and flopped down, laying his head in my lap. I absentmindedly fiddled with his curls.

"Thanks, jagiya. We’ve been working really hard. I can’t believe it’s finished. I didn’t think I was going to make it by the deadline this week.”

"I have an idea,” Baekhyun exclaimed loudly and clapped his hands together, “let’s go out celebrate!”

Much to his disappointment, we all declined.

"I have an 8 am and still have a mountain of homework to do before I even think about going to bed. Going out sounds like a huge bad decision. Sorry, man,” Sehun started packing up his bags and asked Chanyeol if he still needed him there before saying goodbye and walking out the door.

"Yeol. Dude. We have to do something to rejoice in the completion of this project,” Baekhyun threw his arms over his head.

"Baek, I need whatever energy drink you had injected into your veins. I am washed out from working so hard on this,” he raised his eyes and looked at me, “unless you wanna go. I could muster up some form of energy.”

I shook my head, “I think I’m going to try to call it an early night. I have a paper I got an extension for that I should probably actually start.”

Baekhyun groaned and conceded, “fiiiiiiiiine. But you guys suck.”

We laughed and apologized for being, “oh so lame,” and all walked out of the studio together. Baekhyun waved goodbye and headed in the direction of the other set of dorms on the opposite end of campus.

"Can I walk you back to your room,” Chanyeol snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I bounced up to my tiptoes and planted a light kiss on his lips.

"What was that for,” he asked, surprised.

"For showing me this part of you. For being so much fun to be around. Just, thanks for inviting me today. I was nervous that you didn’t want to see me again…” My voice grew small as I trailed off.

"Of course I wanted to see you again! I just,” he let go of one side of me and rubbed the back of his head. My body missed where his hand had been already.

"I didn’t want you to see me beat up like this,” he shrugged and continued, “but I absolutely wanted to see you again. I enjoy every second with you. Please never feel that way again.”

His hand left the back of his head and found my cheek. His thumb ran along my cheek bone and I buried my face into his hand more. I looked up at him and let a small smile spread across my face. That put me at ease.

"Wanna go grab dinner from the dining hall to go and hang out with me while I type a paper in my room?” I was silently pleading with him to say yes. I desperately wanted more time with Chanyeol.

He nodded and laced his fingers in mine as we started to walk.

When we got to my dorm, meals in hand, I sat at my desk and opened my laptop. Chanyeol sat on my bed and opened his to-go box. We ate and talked as I typed out several paragraphs.

After a couple of hours, Chanyeol’s responses started becoming shorter and shorter. I looked up from my laptop to see that he had laid down, arms tucked behind his head, and that his eyes were closed.

"Are you falling asleep on me right now?!” I leaned over and grabbed one of my throw pillows and tossed it at him. He jumped slightly and yawned.

"Come here,” he whispered gently, “you’ve been working long enough. We have both worked hard tonight.” He stretched his arms out toward me and made grabbing motions with his hands.

I chuckled at the sleepy grown man on my bed acting like a toddler reaching for a teddy bear. I saved my work on my laptop and crawled next to him. I laid on my side, facing him with my head tucked onto his shoulder. His arm instinctively grabbed onto me and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arm around his waist and gave a little squeeze. It had been a long time since I had been held like this. I had missed the feeling, and it had never felt as perfectly fitting as it did with Chanyeol right now.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction and pressed his cheek against my forehead.

I was on the border of asleep and awake when he whispered, “can I ask you something?”

"Mmmm,” was all I was able to get out in my sleepy state.

"Do you feel safe with me?” The question seemed unexpected. I was curious as to what was playing through his mind to make him ask such a thing.

Being as exhausted as I was, however, I simply managed to say, “of course.” I made a mental note to ask him why he had asked that in the morning.

He kissed my forehead and followed it with, “good night, beautiful.”

I took one more deep breath and drifted to sleep in his arms.

End chapter 3.

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Raising Goats Can Lead to Four-Legged Best Friends

Ariel “poses” with her last kid.

By Miriah Reynolds, Belgrade, Montana – Raising goats throughout your life can result in having hundreds of goats leaving hoof prints on your heart and memories that go deeper than the pages of a scrapbook. Out of all them, there is one doe in particular that changed my life, and is truly a legend that should never be forgotten.

I started writing for Dairy Goat Journal a long time ago, and since starting I’ve written many times about Ariel. It will be two years on April 1, 2013 that Ariel passed away. As with any family member’s death, it takes time to heal, sort out the memories and grasp the unfortunate. Accepting her death has been extremely hard for me to move past. Whenever I hear the country song “I Get a Little Bit Stronger,” by Sara Evans, I am immediately reminded of how much the scar of her death has not healed, flooding tears to my eyes. If I catch a picture of her standing on her favorite rock pile on the wall, I realize the empty unhealed hole she left in my heart. I am finally ready to share the story of Ariel from start to finish. Grab a blanket and a box of tissues, snuggle up on the couch and let the legend of Ariel melt your heart.

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Raising goats was nothing new for my family; my mother raised them when she was a child. When I was four years old, she took me to pick out my first goat. Mom told me that I could have whichever kid I wanted as long as it was a girl. At four years old that was a huge decision to make. I vaguely remember walking around the dusty pen and petting all the kids. Some were jumping on me, others chewing on my shirt, but one of them walked near me and seemed smarter than the rest. She had black and white markings and was rather intrigued by the stranger in her pen. When I went up to her she did not flee away, but instead stood still as I approached her. Picking her up, I practically dragged her back to my parents and said, “I want this one.” My parents handed the farmer $40 and we were on our way home.

Sitting in the backseat of my family’s tan minivan, I tried to think of a name. My mom and dad were throwing out names of Disney Princesses, but none of their recommendations fit her. I looked down at my fluorescent pink muck boots with Sebastian, Flounder, and the underwater kingdom of the Little Mermaid. Ariel: the perfect name! That was the day I began raising goats, and from there Ariel and I spent every waking moment together. Before school, after, and I even brought her into class for show and tell!

Miriah and Ariel

Ariel brought so many great memories to our family, just like her first kidding. We bred her to an Alpine goat buck named, Billy. I remember checking on her dozens of times a day throughout her pregnancy, hoping that I would get to see her give birth. One afternoon, right around her due date my dad and I left the farm to go to the feed store. When I came back there was an adorable kid all cleaned off and nursing. After all that waiting I missed the birth. I named him Sebastian.

A few years later I was old enough to participate in my first 4-H fair, a crucial moment when you are raising goats. Since my mom had shown goats before, she taught me the basics, but insisted that I do all the work. I burned out six pairs of my dad’s cheap hair trimmers while fitting her and Ariel had more clipper lines, and nicks than any fitting job I’ve ever seen! There were only four kids including myself in the show, and it was held in a small dirt circle outside of the livestock barn. It was a learning experience for sure. I learned not to wear hot pink jeans, a 4-H tie-dye shirt, and walk Ariel on a leash. Even though it was a small show, Ariel and I won our first of many championships. After sleeping in the stall with Ariel all night, morning came so fast and we were both hungry. I gave her grain and milked her, then headed up to the Pomona Grange for breakfast. I tied her to a tree, not far from the picnic table filled with hungry 4-Hers. Sitting down on the rough benches, parents and children gorged on practically everything on the menu. Not long after I sat down, Ariel jumped up on to the table — eating everyone’s breakfast. Glasses of orange juice, coffee, sausage, pancakes, and home fries were not recognizable after my so-called “herbivore” devoured and trampled them. When I finally reached her show chain collar, I had to yank bacon out of her mouth. Who would have thought a goat would enjoy bacon so much? The kitchen staff was laughing hysterically behind the counter, but felt bad and cooked us all a new breakfast.

Ariel did exceptionally well in every show since our first. As she matured, so did I. We truly had a sister bond. Wherever I was, Ariel would be somewhere near. Throughout the years raising goats because a family priority and our herd size increased. When I was seven I saved up every penny I had and purchased a purebred Saanen goat from Paul Sabin in Exeter, Rhode Island. The three of us were joined at the hip, Ariel and Angel (the Saanen) got along fantastic.

When I was about 14, I would spend a week or so in Maine at the Pirri family’s goat farm. They raised Nubian goats, so Ariel always felt a little outnumbered. Ariel and I would participate in the Maine Days 4-H event, and present showmanship and goat hoof trimming demonstrations. During one hoof trimming demonstration, I let a novice try to trim her hooves for practice. Recently sharpened hoof trimmers in hand, he was ready to make a cut. Before I could stop him, blood was everywhere, pooling up on the floor and coating the milking stand. He cut Ariel’s toe past the quick. She stood there looking at me like—help! No amount of blood-stop powder or vet-wrap could contain the profuse bleeding. Ariel, being the trooper she was, limped through a showmanship demonstration the next day despite her injury.

With a few years of showing under our belt we finally got the hang of what needed to be done. I would spend dozens of hours fitting her while she patiently waited in the milking stand for the occasional treat. Popsicles, ice tea, Hershey chocolate bars, and even a turkey sandwich were a few of the goodies my mom would bring us. Between the radio cranked way up, clippers running, and all the lights on in the barn, I’d normally blow a fuse and Ariel would wait while I figured out how to fix it. We would spend a few hours each week all year round practicing show maneuvers in the backyard. By the time show season came around, we were more than prepared. I’d sit in the barn curled up in the hay with my goats and study the scorecard, sticking Post-It notes to their fur with the amount of points it was worth.

In the show ring Ariel was a showstopper. She would set up her feet whenever we stopped, walk gracefully slow, and hold her head up high. I never even had to loin her! Before almost every show, 4-Hers would bicker about who would get Ariel if the judge asked us to switch goats. I always got a kick out of that because as soon as Ariel was put into another person’s hand, she would not cooperate. I remember leading a LaMancha through the arena, watching Ariel’s antics with the other showman. When asked to walk, Ariel would drag her feet and back up. Whenever the 4-Her would go to set up her feet, Ariel would keep moving. The funniest part was Ariel would talk to me in a low distressed voice the whole time she was with the other person. As soon as she was back in my hands, Ariel was flawless. I never taught her that; I guess she just picked it up over time. Exhibitors dreaded getting her after that!

We used to do goat milking demonstrations at fairs, schools, and farm tours. Ariel would patiently wait in the milking stand while 40 or so children would pull, twist, and dig their small fingernails into her teats. She never kicked over the bucket or complained.

Even after all my years raising goats, Ariel remains one of the most exceptional herding queens. She was generally accepting of a new herd member, and gave discipline when needed. Ariel remained in charge of the herd for her whole fifteen years. Even when she was getting weaker towards the end, she still had the respect of all the animals.

Ariel was a little hussy. Yes, everyone who knew anything about raising goats knew that Ariel knew loved her bucks. Even in the middle of summer Ariel would come into a flaming standing heat, taking everything in our power to keep her away from the buck pen. In the spring of 2002 Ariel kidded to a beautiful pair of twins. One morning I went out to milk and could not find Ariel anywhere. I searched the garden, barn, even the chicken coop (for some reason she enjoyed layer pellets). She was nowhere to be found. My brother Holden and I would argue about who should feed the buck each day, and today (according to me) was his turn. “Miriah!” I heard a blood curdling scream from Holden across the farm. “Come over here! I found your goat!” Whenever he did not approve of one of my goats, instead of using their name, he referred to them as “your” goat. Sure enough, Ariel was standing in the middle of the buck pen covered in mud and kissing the buck. This was early March, just after her twins were weaned. Come late July, we were blessed with Prancer and Coolotta. Two Saanen Alpine does who will be 12 years old this summer.

As the years went by, I taught Ariel to pull a cart, go swimming, and goat pack. There was nothing that she could not do, and these years made raising goats easy. We tried to retire her for many years, but it was difficult to do; she was often caught red-hoofed in the buck pen. One year we had her ultra-sounded to ensure that she was not bred, but less than a week later she escaped and got pregnant. The delivery of that kid was extremely taxing on Ariel’s health. She had a sciatic nerve pinch, which she survived thanks to our veterinarian Dr. Balmforth.

The months strolled on with relative ease, but Ariel was slowly getting older and weaker. After her sciatic nerve problem was healed, it appeared as though she had a stroke and lost all coordination. Even after raising goats for so long it killed my family and I to see her like this. Accepting old age was incredibly hard. Soon after her stroke, Ariel could barley chew her feed and would make hay balls with her roughage. We bought her special, fine cut hay and would soak it in warm water with molasses to help her chew it. Her face was always happy even though her body was leaving her.

In October of 2010, Ariel was too weak to live outside in the barn, so we moved her into our living room. This phase of her life made raising goats tough, but my mom and dad were so fantastic about taking her outside to go to the bathroom, change her bedding, and give her baths in our shower. Curled up in a corner of the house, Ariel would intently watch movies with us or listen to the radio during the colder days. She could stand for only short periods of time, but could hardly get up on her own. During warmer days, we would bring her outside to wander around the farm as she wanted. Occasionally she would lose her balance and tip over. My family and I always had an eye on her so that we could help her up when she fell. It broke my heart to see her like that and the memory of such an amazing creature struggling to stay alive still makes me sad.

Ariel stayed in the house for six months, enjoying the warmth of the woodstove along with treats and scratches every time someone walked by. No matter the ailment that Ariel presented each day, my amazing mother knew how to fix it or make Ariel comfortable. I remember walking into the house seeing my mom doing physical therapy with Ariel propped up on a milk crate, trying to get her legs to loosen up. Our family called it goat yoga!

Even though Ariel was getting worse as each day went by, she remained in happy spirits. Her face was perky and those beautiful amber eyes still looked the same as they did the first time I saw her in the paddock 15 years earlier.

On April 1, 2011, I was at my boyfriend’s house when my brother called and said I had to come home now. Ty and I broke every speed limit as we drove to my house. When I walked into the house my mom, dad, and brothers were all circled around Ariel crying. I went right over and held her beautiful face in my hands. I put my forehead to hers just like we always did. (I used to joke that we were exchanging thoughts.) Her brown eyes looked at me with more love than I can explain. I did not say anything out loud because I knew she could understand what I was thinking: “I love you. Thank you for everything. Your time here is done; you are incredible. I’ll miss you. It’s alright, you can go now.”

And just like that she was gone. Tears and memories flooded throughout my body. I wanted her back, I wanted to talk to her one more time. We buried Ariel underneath the crab apple tree in the backyard. She loved nothing more than ripping the bark off of it and standing on her hind legs eating the branches. It was the perfect place. Every night until I moved away, I would kiss all my goats goodnight and then walk over to her grave. With the starry night sky lighting up the freshly turned soil, I’d talk to her as if she were standing right there. I know she was, and I know that it was her time to go that night, but I still miss her so much.

I cried for weeks, and am crying right now even after so many years raising goats; the recollection of her death is still so fresh in my mind. All the memories, all the laughs and joy this remarkable goat brought to my life will never be forgotten. I want everyone to remember Ariel for the life she lived and the lives that she touched in her 15 years. From eating bacon to being a show champion, Ariel was truly a life changer and my best friend.

Originally published in the Dairy Goat Journal, May/June 2013 issue and regularly vetted for accuracy.

Raising Goats Can Lead to Four-Legged Best Friends was originally posted by All About Chickens

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MWSA Interview with Nancy Panko

Date of interview: 19 January 2019

Based on actual events, Nancy Panko’s award winning novel, Guiding Missal, is narrated by a small Catholic prayer book carried in the pockets of three generations of servicemen, beginning in 1942 during WWII and ending in 1993 with the Battle of Mogadishu during Blackhawk Down. It is a tale of faith, family, patriotism, and miracles both on and off the battlefield. The book began as a result of efforts to re-create her father-in-law’s military history as a birthday present for her husband, Butch, on the 50th anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge. As she held the Military Missal in her hands, Nancy thought, “If only this little book could talk.” In her novel, she gives the prayer book a voice.

The making of Guiding Missal was a May 2017 segment on WRAL-TV’s The Tar Heel Traveler. Nancy and her book participated on Robby Dilmore’s WTRU radio show, Kingdom Pursuits. The Military Writers’ Society of America presented Guiding Missal with the 2017 Silver Award-for Historical Fiction. Guiding Missal has over two dozen five-star reviews on Amazon and has been lauded in the Raleigh News & Observer in Cindy Shaffer’s Book Beat column.

Nancy is a retired pediatric nurse and a twelve-time contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul and Guidepost magazines. She is a member of the Cary Senior Writing Circle, The Light of Carolina Christian Writers’ Group, and The Military Writers’ Society of America.

She and her husband migrated from Lock Haven, Pennsylvania to North Carolina in 2009. They have two children and four grandchildren. They love being in, on, or near the water of Lake Gaston with their family.

MWSA: How did you find out about MWSA?

Nancy Panko: My Publisher, Wally Turnbull of Light Messages in Durham, NC, sent me an email saying he thought I ought to enter my novel, Guiding Missal, in the 2017 contest as a Historical Fiction contender. He continued, ""I think it could win a medal."" I joined MWSA, entered the contest, and won a Silver Medal for Historical Fiction.

MWSA: What was your inspiration for your book?

Nancy Panko: A pocket-sized Catholic Military Missal was returned to my husband in 1994 after having been carried in the pockets of three generations of service members over a 50-year span. It had given guidance and solace to the men who carried it in their pockets during The Battle of the Bulge in World War II, the cold war and building of the Berlin Wall in the 1960s, and during fighting in the dusty streets of Mogadishu, Somalia during what became known as ""Blackhawk Down."" As I held the fifty-year old military missal in my hands, I thought, ""If only this prayer book could talk. I think it was then that the seed was planted to write about it’s journey.

MWSA: What writing projects are you working on these days?

Nancy Panko: I had my tenth submission to Chicken Soup for the Soul published in a January 9, 2019 release, Messages From Heaven. Presently, I'm working on a second novel about a guardian angel who comes into the human realm with a newborn baby and stays to protect the child until her days are done. It is a generational story beginning during the World War II era on a dairy farm in central New York State. I continue to submit short stories to Chicken Soup based on my personal experiences in hopes of reaching the magic number of 20 contributions.

MWSA: Now that you've finished writing and publishing Guiding Missal, what do you know now that you wish you had known before you started?

Nancy Panko: I wish I had had more education in the writing process. When I started Guiding Missal I had only taken a Creative Writing class in my Senior year of high school. I learned that I had some talent to write but life took some twists and turns. As a Registered Nurse, we had training on how to write clear, concise nursing care plans. Twenty-three years of care plans and charting gave me a backgroud of proper grammar and use of the English language, the rest was desire to tell a story. I learned as I went along with the help of great editors, through participating in webinars, and taking advantage of free writing classes at our local colleges and universities. It was a process but I had a lot to learn. The payoff was that I was first published with Chicken Soup for the Soul at age 71 and published my first novel at age 74!

MWSA: How did becoming a Silver Medal Winner help promote your book?

Nancy Panko: The prestige and honor of being recognized by MWSA was respected by folks who looked at my book and made it more likely that they would buy it. The Silver Medal sticker on the book was always an attention getter. I believe being an award-winner has resulted in more speaking engagements. We live in an area populated by military and former military families and the book is very popular with them. I have affiliated myself with a local organization, Military Missions in Action, attending events selling books with a portion of my proceeds going to this worthy cause of helping vets and their families. Everyone always wants to know about the Military Writers' Society of America.

MWSA: How did you get started writing?

Nancy Panko: I loved English, literature, reading and wrote stories and poems for special occasions for my family from the time I was a school aged child. I tried my hand at submission to Reader's Digest Humor In Uniform in the mid 1990s and was accepted. It was only a 400 word count submission but they paid $400! I thought I was ""hot stuff."" The next evening our water heater exploded and it cost us $475 to replace it. I learned quickly not to get too ""puffed up"" because the deflation isn't worth it. Years later, after my nursing career of twenty-three years, I was relating a story of a patient who changed my life. My friend encouraged me to write the story in the hopes that it could help someone reading it. I did. It was published in a magazine in California then in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and finally under a different title in Guidepost Magazine. I had the writing bug from that point on.

MWSA: What was the most interesting part of your writing journey?

Nancy Panko: In order to begin Guiding Missal I had to re-created my father-in-law's military history. Everything he'd brought home from his Tour of Duty, including citations and medals, was gone. A fire in the Army records center in St. Louis, Missouri had destroyed his section of records. After unsuccessfully trying the court house and other leads, I felt defeated.

A week later, a phone call changed everything. My brother-in-law, Pete remembered Dad receiving a yearly newsletter from the secretary of the 289th Cannon Company. He had kept it! It had names, addresses and phone numbers. I felt like I’d won the lottery.

I contacted the gentleman who sent the newsletter. He encouraged me to call others on the list, giving me names. These men had served with Dad and knew stories no one in our family had ever heard. I began personal interviews and received letters from members of the company, men in their eighty’s, who were eager to tell their stories, as well as Dad’s. They gave life to Dad as a soldier. One man sent a booklet of the history of the 289th Cannon Company. Others sent actual war maps detailing their trek across Europe, driving the Germans out of France, the liberation of concentration camps and the surrender of the Germans.

A long letter from Uncle Joe, Dad's brother, gave me much more information and some very funny stories. Both Dad and Joe were serving in the ETO (European Theater of Operations.) It was 1945 in France, and the brothers had not seen each other for two years. As fate would have it, they were reunited when they literally ran into each other in a tent. Both were marking time while waiting to be shipped back to the States. Uncle Joe added humor and laughter with page after page of stories of their antics.

Without the volume of material these men provided, it would have been impossible to tell Dad’s story. I began to compile the information in a notebook. That single notebook grew to three notebooks.

MWSA: What would like us to know about you and/or Guiding Missal?

Nancy Panko: Guiding Missal - Fifty Years. Three Generations of Military Men. One Spirited Prayer Book was an honor for me to research and write. I spoke to many heros and listened to their stories. In tribute to all who served, I needed to get this story right because men died serving our great country. The story is historically correct but the human element also had to be authentic. The men I interviewed made it all possible. Receiving validation from MWSA was a great honor. I am happy to say that through this validation, Guiding Missal has been recently approved by the U.S. Army to be featured in a book signing event at the 82nd Airborne Museum in Fayetteville, NC to be announced.

MWSA: How is your book, Guiding Missal available?

Nancy Panko: It is available in print, digital and audio formats. Through Amazon, Audible.com, and iTunes."