#I'm like 10 minutes in and I've been sitting here staring at the paused screen for 10 additional minutes

[stellamusing]

Girl help, I'm trying to continue my Leverage rewatch but I just got to The Ice Man Job

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

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isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

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That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

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isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

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"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

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After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[queen-scribbles]

10. "You're about to fall asleep on your feet." for the Wayhaven romantic, platonic, or AU pair of your choice :3

And with this, I've now written AJ with all of Bravo* \o/ ----

Abigail's eyes burned from staring at the computer screen, she'd lost track of her coffee consumption, and she was a little afraid to look at the clock. Yet for all her efforts to stave off sleep and work just a little longer, her hopes of a worthwhile lead had yet to bear fruit for any of the missing people.

She could feel them watching her reproachfully from the board sitting across he office, paper eyes asking why she hadn't found them yet as she swallowed another yawn.

That sensation may have been why it took her an extra moment to register she had company.

Abigail nearly jumped out of her skin when she finally noted the vampire lounging in her doorway. "Mason! What're you doin' here? An' don't scare me like that!"

Mason narrowed his eyes. "How much coffee have you had?"

Abigail ran her hands through her hair, wincing as she snagged at least one knot amongst the curls. "I dunno."

He grunted. "I'm gonna guess a lot, going by your heartrate. How long since you slept?"

Heat crept up her face. "Are you m'doctor now?" she deflected, pushing to her feet to go check something on the missing persons board. It definitely came out sharper than she intended.

Mason didn't seem fazed. "Hardly. But Nate'll be insufferable if you work yourself til you break over this. I'd rather avoid that."

"I appreciate th' concern," she said, swallowing another yawn mid-word as she skimmed some info on the board. And she did, however he couched his worry, but, "I'm fine to go a bit more, yeah? I'm really close--"

The world rocked as she turned from the board and suddenly Mason was right next to her. He gripped her arm briefly to balance her before letting go as if she burned. "AJ, you're about to fall asleep on your damn feet," he growled. "You need to go home."

She knew he was right. She might not know what time it was specifically, but she had pulled an all-nighter. She also knew she had a job to do, people she was supposed to protect, and she couldn't do that if she couldn't find them. "You didn't answer my question; what're you doin' here in th' first place?"

"I had patrol anyway, so got saddled with relaying an update; the Agency confirmed the last two" --he jerked his head toward the board-- "were supernatural. Which means all of them tie to the Trappers and none are the police's job to find. And the Agency has people on it, so you, Detective, can go get some fucking sleep."

That was a relief, in a twisted way, but she could feel the eyes on her still; she couldn't be absolved so easily. "Alright, but knowin' that, maybe I can use where they were taken t' figure the Trappers' base..."

"With that flying bastard helping them?" Mason snorted. "Fat chance. AJ, go home."

Even at only a few inches taller, he was a wee bit intimidating crowded into her personal space. But she caved less from that and more from the faint trace of concern lurking under the snapping irritation in his grey eyes.

"I will," Abigail promised. "Let me wrap up a few loos ends and file things and I'll go, yeah?"

Mason nodded sharply as he headed for the door. He paused, hands in pockets, just before exiting. "If you're still here on my next pass, I'll haul you out and drag you back to that overstuffed shithole you call an apartment, got it?" he growled over his shoulder.

She didn't bother trying to hide her yawn--or protest his description of her throw pillow collection--as she nodded. "Deal." True to her word, she finished up and left a few minutes later.

It may have just been exhaustion-induced hallucination, but she'd swear she caught a familiar silhouette following her home.

[vincent-the-lovesick-stickman]

Vincent Doesn't Understand

Warning: There is a brief mention of a yandere. If this makes you uncomfortable, please leave now. (It mainly just describes what a yandere is but still just in case.)

Note: Can be seen as platonic, romantic or otherwise! ^^

You had tried and tried to get some sleep that night, but it was fruitless. So you decided to see if Vincent was up.

You: Yo, you up?

You put your phone down and stared at the ceiling until your phone buzzed, you checked the screen.

Vincent: Y/N? What are you doing up this late, it's 1:30 in the morning!

You: 

Vincent: -_- Touche. 

You: Does that mean I can come over now? /hj

Vincent: Yes, you can come over. Then you can tell me why you're up so late.

You: Do I have to? 

Vincent: Well, only if you want to! I just want to make sure you're okay is all. Sorry if I sounded pushy. ^^´

Your heart warmed at how concerned Vincent was for your wellbeing. You texted your last message while you got out of bed and attempted to get dressed with one hand.

You: Daw, Vincent you weren't being pushy. /gen I'll be there in 10 minutes, love u. <3

You put down your phone, freeing your other hand to help in getting ready. Once done, you quickly head over to Vincent's apartment which happened to be nearby. You knock on the door and Vincent opens the door smiling.

"Hey! Glad you got here safely! I was starting to get a little worried, haha…" You smile and ruffle his hair.

"You're too sweet sometimes, you know that?" You say lightheartedly as you enter the apartment and sit down at the couch. Vincent follows, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

"So… Do you need anything to eat? Drink?" You shake your head.

"I'm good, Vincent," He nods and sits himself down next to you.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure," You smile as you begin to explain why you were up so late. Vincent listened intently, nodding to assure you he was listening. 

Once you are finished, he offers his support and the best advice that he can give. You're grateful for his help and you soon start hanging out, chatting about anything and everything that comes to mind. 

Vincent's laughter died down as his smile slowly turned into a frown as he stared into space, thinking. You glance over, a little concerned at the abrupt pause. He looks over to you.

"I don't understand…" He mutters, you raise a brow, opening your mouth to speak when he shakes his head, his way of telling you he'll explain in a bit. You shut your mouth.

"I don't understand why people are so obsessed with the concept of… of someone stalking and hurting you just to prove their love to you…" You blink in surprise, where did this come from? Vincent weaves his fingers through his own hair as he stares at the floor.

"Why romanticize a partner that can be dangerous for you and your loved ones? I just don't understand why people love imagining this… this vile person stalking them, invading their personal space, manipulating them, or even hurting and killing those closest to them or even… themselves…" He drops his hand and pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket, taps the screen a few times before offering it to you. 

You gently took the phone out of his hand and squinted at what you saw, a google doc trying to explain why people are obsessed with yanderes, but all it contained were notes and confused messages. 

"And the worst part is that there are actual people out there that are willing to act like this… this monster of a human being to show their 'love,' if you can even call it that…" He mutters bitterly, glaring at the ground. He sighs and smiles nervously at you.

"I-I'm sorry. I just… it helps me when I ramble to myself or someone else the frustrations I have. I've been looking into this for a while now and I still can't seem to grasp it. You don't have to explain it if you don't want to, I just… needed to say something otherwise it'd eat me inside-out. Sorry for uh… ruining the mood and uh… being so abrupt about it," He mutters the last bit. 

You glance at the research and then back at him. You return the phone to him and gently take his hand.

"Vincent, it's okay. People don't understand a lot of things even if they've seen the information a million times over. It's okay to be confused and not grasp something right away. Everyone has these struggles in some form or another. And every one needs to vent from time to time. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this. Is… this why you stayed up?" Vincent looks at you in awe before turning away with a slight embarrassed blush.

"Um… maybe…" You sigh and shake your head. He moves his hand to grasp yours, now you're holding hands. 

"But you're right," He smiles at you.

"Hey there! Want a story with me in it or want to know me a bit better? Then please read this before you send any asks! Thank you very much! ^^"

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 12: ~Leg Day~

Summary: You watch High-Rise for the first time, though Tom is more focused on you rather than the screen.

Warnings: Potential spoilers for High-Rise, slightly lemoney

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2'469

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

The first couple minutes of High-Rise were a little weird to follow, but they at least made sense. The beginning was already a bit of a roller coaster, seeing a somewhat scruffy Tom in dirty formal clothes, walking about the High-Rise as his voice narrated about the character he was playing. Laing. "I'm guessing you're Robert Laing.." You spoke, glancing at Tom, who gave you a soft nod. You were one to commentate somewhat if you were watching a movie with someone, especially if you know they've seen it before. You instantly smiled when you saw that white dog appear on screen, Tom visibly pouting. He knew what was about to be shown. "Awe, that's a good boy.." You spoke as Laing pet the dog on screen. Too soon.

Your smile immedietly disappeared as it cut to Laing slowly cooking a piece of the dogs leg, the covered corpse in the background. "He killed the fucking dog!" You gasped, hearing Tom let out a chuckle. You turned to him. "Why are you laughing? You killed that poor dog!" You asked him, but you were kind of smiling. "That's not me! That's Laing!" He pointed at the screen. You jokingly shook your head at him, hearing him chuckle again.

The next couple minutes were just visuals. Laing checking out his apartment, his blinking eyes, his boxes being brought to his room, etc., all while classical music was being played. You understood this was supposed to be an artsy film, so you kept an open mind. Ah, and here comes the famous magazine scene, with nearly all of Tom's physical features in plain view. Damn, he looked amazing. You couldn't help but stare at the screen, even though you've seen him like this before. It's odd to think that, but it's true.

"Captivated?.." Tom spoke from beside you. You noticed he had moved a little closer to you. You didn't mind. You looked back at him with a blush. "I'm watching a movie. That's all."

"Mm. You are. Very closely, it seems.." Tom teased, taking a sip of his drink while keeping his eyes on you. You playfully rolled your eyes and looked back at the screen. Gorey stuff for you is usually a hit or miss. There are days where it doesn't bother you, and days where it makes you tear up. The scene with Laing practically breaking open a skull at work made you a little uneasy, glancing away whenever you could. "Laing is a pretty hardcore guy, huh?" You spoke with a smirk. "I suppose so, yes.." Tom nodded with a little smile. The party scene introduced you to the pregnant woman. She seemed like the most normal woman in the film so far. Laing seemed to get absolutely besotted at the party, eventually being pulled away by Charlotte, the brown haired lady, out to the terrace. "Oh shit, they're definitely gonna fuck." You muttered, making Tom chuckle again. He didn't make a comment this time. He was simply waiting, practically watching you more than the film. He was entertained by your commentary and reactions.

The dream sequence with Laing dancing with all of the women down the hall made you laugh. It really made you wish you had read the book beforehand, though maybe it was better going into this film completely blind. "Are all of your dreams like this?" You asked Tom, seeing him smile. "It wasn't my idea to dance with them. The director made me do it." He admitted. That just made you laugh more. "This movie is fucking great so far." You admitted. "Oh, just you wait.." Tom grinned. "It gets better."

The next couple minutes of the film went by like a bit of a blur. You got a little happy seeing the dog again, but frowned when you remembered what happens to it. "Its really hard for me to like Laing, knowing he kills the dog.." You admitted, glancing at Tom for a moment. "Give it time.." Tom smirked, making you wince a bit before looking back at the screen. Laing was just finishing up with talking to some old guy that had supposedly built the tower, just approaching the 20 minute mark of the film.

That's when it really got interesting.

Laing and Charlotte were suddenly back on the terrace, completely...enraptured. Your eyes widened. They were talking, yes, but...against the terrace? Really? You were speechless. Normally, you'd try to be humorous with scenes like these, but since it was Tom, you were completely speechless. Not a single sound left your lips. All you could do was watch, completely ignoring the characters conversation, just listening to Laing's breathy moans and deep voice, watching him move with Charlotte. God, you know it's just Tom acting, but it was so...alluring. So captivating.

They moved to the table after a moment, starting to feel your cheeks and your thighs get a little warm. Was this really arousing you? "Can you write me a script for sleeping pills?" Charlotte asked Laing. They were both panting. She's a pretty good actress, too. "No.." Laing spoke in a low growl, pinning Charlotte down on the table and beginning to kiss down her lower thighs. His voice was so attractive. You nearly remembered that voice ringing in your own ear just a day or two ago. Seeing him like this just made you imagine the 2 of you together. You had completely forgotten that Tom himself was sitting right beside you, though he wasn't watching the screen as intensely as you were. He wasn't watching the screen at all. "Then tell me how your sister died.." Charlotte spoke. That nearly broke you into laughter, making you cover your mouth somewhat.

"Charlotte, no!.." You chuckled "You don't--you don't say that when a man is--" You started giggling, running your fingers through your hair. "What the fuck, Charlotte. That's not arousing.." Tom laughed a bit as well, watching you continue to stare at the screen. What really got you was when the scene really got graphic, Laing lifting Charlotte's legs up, his hips clearly bucking up against hers, showing pleasure in both of their faces. You were speechless again, watching with great interest. Your eyes had visibly darkened, not that you noticed. Tom sure noticed it, though.

You couldn't help but laugh when Charlotte's son interrupted them. Laing didn't even get to finish. "Okay, hold on.." You grabbed the remote and paused the film shortly after that scene was over, Tom letting out another chuckle. "Too much?" He asked, nudging you some. "I feel like I just watched your leaked sex tape.." You admitted with a laugh. "Jesus christ, are we gonna have to do that leg day shit? When we film?"

"Leg day?" Tom repeated, smiling humorously. "Yeah, with the legs going up like that?" You smiled "Is that what you call that position?" Tom asked before beginning to laugh. You lightly pushed him as he laughed, beginning to chuckle yourself. The laughter helped you mask the clear arousal you were feeling. You nearly felt ashamed for getting aroused over a scene like that, but it was Tom Hiddleston for fucks sake. The same man that's sitting next to you.

The rest of the movie was, once again, a rollar coaster. Characters were dying or completely losing their minds. Everything got much more sleazier. Laing even ended up getting with the pregnant woman, while she was still pregnant. That really grossed you out, though hearing Laing suddenly say "I'm cumming." Just before the scence ended almost made it all worth it. Tom really played this role well, that's for damn sure.

You watched the rest of the movie with constant confusion. It was really hard to keep up with everything, but the jokes you and Tom made throughout it made it a little easier to watch. Once it was over, you paused it and let out a little chuckle.

"Well? How was that?" Tom asked you with a curious smile.

"Ah man, that was...an experience.." You admitted with a chuckle. "I am forever going to keep 'tell me how your sister died' as an inside joke."

Tom let out a chuckle. "I think your 'leg day' comment is even better. That's what I'm calling that position from now on."

"Have you used that position often, then?" You asked him, getting up to help clean up.

A slight chuckle of embarrassment left him as he took out the CD of the film.

"Perhaps.." He admitted. "Have you?"

"You mean have I been in it?" You asked with a smirk. "How often do you think I've had sex?"

Tom shrugged. "You mean you've never been in that position?"

"I've had the one leg up, but not both." You admitted, keeping your smirk. He was the one that had your one leg up, when you had shared a bed.

Tom must've remembered that too, because he smirked back at you.

"Ah, I see.." He gave you a slight purr, picking up the empty cups and bowls, bringing them to the kitchen. The little things he did just to be flirtatious drove you insane, in many ways.

You followed him into the kitchen to help him do the dishes.

"How would you rate the film?" Tom asked you, drying and putting away the dishes while you cleaned them.

"A solid 6, maybe..." You admitted "6 out of 10, though I think our jokes made it funnier, and your acting was...entertaining."

"That's the word you choose to use, hm?" Tom teased. "'Entertaining'.."

"Yes. What word would you choose?" You glanced at him, tilting your head.

"Well...must I comment on how intensely you were staring at the screen?" Tom grinned. "Staring luridly, might I add.."

"Well, you looked rather good in the film. How could I not?" You admitted

"Well..." Tom set down one of the plates he was drying, turning to you. You set one of the dishes back in the sink, backing up somewhat as Tom backed you up against the kitchen counter.

"You can stare at me all you'd like. I'm right here.." He purred, just barely pressing up against you, practically pinning you against the counter.

You gazed up at him, seeing the darkness in his own eyes. The way he looked at you always made you feel wild inside. You've certainly never seen anyone else look at you this way.

"Anytime?.." You asked, seeing him grin down at you.

"Anytime.." He purred, gazing down at heatidly. "We'll be living in the same house for quite some time. Mind as well have a bit of fun.." His hands sneakingly moved to rest on your hips, leaning down so your noses just barely touched.

"Just the two of us, right?.." You asked, your hands gently moving to his chest, toying with the front of his shirt.

"Oh, I don't share..." Tom nodded his head with a smirk. "If you give yourself to me the way you have, you're mine." That last bit came out as a deep growl, his hands sneaking under your shirt to feel your bare hips. His touch always made you tense up. You couldn't help it sometimes.

"G-Good.." You breathed with a soft blush, glancing down at his chest, then looking back up into his dark blue eyes.

He pulled you close by your hips, leaning down to connect your lips once again. Your hands wrapped around his neck, the kiss already rather heated. He slipped his tongue into the kiss, a soft moan escaping you. His hands moved down to your legs, encouraging you to jump. You jumped up on to the counter behind you, feeling him come closer and wrap your legs around his waist. He couldn't press up against you completely with you up on the counter, but he kept you close as you continued to kiss him. He pulled back after a moment and moved to start ravishing your neck. You gripped his back somewhat, a soft moan escaping you as he began sucking at the skin.

His phone started going off in his back pocket, making him pull back with a slight huff. He pulled out his phone, smirking to himself. "It's the director...I have to take this, I'm sorry..." Tom spoke, pulling away from you. You gave a soft smile, hopping off the counter.

"I'll be in my room, if you need me.." You winked, just barely grazing by him, his hand lightly brushing against your hip as you walked away. You could practically feel his heated gaze watch your swinging hips leave before answering the phone call.

You couldn't hear the phone call once you had closed your bedroom door, blushing to yourself. The way he looks at you and holds you makes it feel like a dream once it's all over.

You glanced at your reflection before your cheeks went red. You moved closer to the mirror, spotting the hickey just by the back of your neck. It wasn't too noticable, but if someone was looking at you for quite a while they would definitely see it. Damn it! You and Tom literally start shooting for the film in the next day or so, and now he's given you a visible hickey. You hoped you could cover it up with makeup.

Tom came into your room after a couple minutes, leaning against the open door frame.

"We start filming tomorrow morning. We have to be at the set for 8am." Tom spoke.

"You gave me a hickey." You smirked, seeing a small smile spread along his lips.

"And?" He asked.

"And...we start filming tomorrow..." You repeated what he said earlier. "What am I supposed to say on set with a big hickey on my neck?"

"You don't have to answer to anyone." Tom shrugged, moving into the room. You couldn't help but smile, despite feeling a little nervous.

"Do you think anyone will find out? Offset, I mean.." You gave a slight pout.

"No one knows where we're filming.." Tom replied. "If any paparazzi or fans show up anytime during filming, it certainly won't be this week. The hickey will be gone by then."

You let out a slight sigh of relief, smiling a bit. "I know my constant concern is probably annoying. I just know how much you hate rumours and shit.."

"It's not annoying. The paparazzi are bloody annoying.." Tom admitted, gently taking one of your hands. "Your concern is heartwarming.." You smiled up at him, quietly leaning up to peck his lips. He smiled more, his hands moving to your hips once more.

"Now, where were we?..." Tom purred with a dark grin, a snicker escaping as he lifted you up once more. You let out a giggle as he carried you to your bed.

[ashesbrooke08]

Working at the ED

So for one of my jobs I do mental health "sitting" at the local emergency department, which basically means that I sit at a computer and monitor the mental health patients, helping to make sure that they're not hurting themselves or trying to leave or anything like that. It's a surprisingly calm and fun job, especially since I spend the majority of my time staring at the screen and eavesdropping on the nurses. Anyway, here's a list of my favorite interactions I've seen/heard or been a part of. In no particular order:

Patient: *shows up (for medical, not psychiatric) mostly unconscious and obviously not quite aware of where she is* *mumbling to herself*

Nurse: *walking out of her room, to the other nurses* All she keeps saying is "he's such a horrible president" and I'm like "I agree but where's your pain?"

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Patient: *stands in doorway*

Me, trying to keep her in her room: Hi!

Patient: Hi. *pause* I'm Mrs. Trump.

Me, without missing a beat cause why not: Hello, Mrs. Trump.

Patient: *visibly surprised that that worked* They need me downstairs.

Me: What?

Patient: *starts walking* They need me downstairs.

Me, beginning to get concerned: Uh, no, I don't think -

Patient: *starts sprinting for the exit*

Me, now concerned: Uh - nurse!!

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Patient: *laying in bed, about to get discharged, visibly and audibly angry that she's here*

Reception lady: *pokes her head in* Hi! Can I ask you a few questions?!

Patient: *without looking up, in the biggest 'burn alive' tone I've ever heard* No.

Reception lady: Ok!! *wheels computer away*

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Patient: *very manic, 6' 2", pure muscle, been to juvy and banned from the next town's hospital* Mr. Rogers is fuckin' baller.

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Me: *comes into work, sees note "patient crying; says 'the only one who understands me is my cat!'" written on chart*

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Me, to the assessors who have stopped to ask me for a summary on the patient's behavior: She's been super nice. She gave me a hug earlier.

Assessors: *nod, walk into patient's room*

*one minute later*

Patient: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!

*five minutes later*

Patient, to me: *smiles* Hi, sweetie!

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Security guard, giving me the run down on the patients before I take over from him: Have you been in with her before? *points to patient's chart. it's clear she's been in for a few days*

Me: No.

Security guard: *eyes wide* She's a mean one.

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Medical patient, getting wheeled past me on the way to imaging: *looks at me* *looks at computer* Wow, that job sucks.

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Me: *comes in, sees that same pediatric mental health patient who was labelled "extremely dangerous" two days before is still in, the one who had an alarm on the door and wasn't allowed to walk to the bathroom without two nurses and security present* *is told that patient now has no holds or special restrictions on him*

Patient, about an hour later: *sidles up to door* Can I have a vanilla milkshake?

Me: Absolutely.

Patient: *eyes sparkling* They're really good.

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Me, to nurse: Could I have a sheet for room 10?

Nurse: Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

*ten minutes later* *nurse walks by*

Me: Can I have a sheet for room 10?

Nurse: Oh! Yes, totally.

*15 minutes later*

Nurse: Oh! I forgot to get you that sheet!

Me, holding up sheet that I got from a different nurse: It's ok, I got it.

*20 hours later* *I'm on shift again and a new psych patient comes in* *the same nurse take the room*

Me: *opens my mouth*

Nurse: Before you ask me. *slams down paper* Here's your paper.

Me: Thank you!

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Nurse 1, to other nurses: So she doesn't want to do an ultrasound.

Nurse 2: Why not?

Nurse 1: Her parents are here. She doesn't want them know that she's sexually active. But..... they know she's pregnant.

Nurse 2: How's that supposed to work?

Nurse 3: So she's the next Mary.

Nurse 1: I told her 'well, I would hope they know how babies work.'

[suwegg]

Request! Damn, that lobster.

A/N: hey frens!!!!! i'm back from the horror (finals) and here's my first request ever!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for dropping a request dear anon and hope this is what you've wanted!! :-) i wrote this in the middle of the night so pardon my mistakes heh. but do drop some requests if you would like via sarahah ( https://suwegggg.sarahah.com/ ) or inbox!!!!!!! i'll be dropping more writings now (still brainstorming) ;-) also, i'll be re-writing my Love Sick series bc i've read through it and realised there were quite a lot of flaws in the flow of plot (oops)🌹 stay happy everyone!!

Request! Hoony

You picked up your phone and opened your period tracker app, frowning as you browse through the dates.

It's been a while since your last period came and it's worrying you. The only time your period "skips" is when you are under tremendous stress and your last project at work gave you just that. But it has been two months since it ended and there's still no signs of your monthly best friend's arrival.

"Babe, what's with the frown early in the morning?" Seunghoon nudged your feet with his under the dining table.

He woke up early today to make breakfast for the both of you to enjoy since it's been a while since he personally cooked.

You showed him your phone's screen and told him about your problem.

"Don't worry too much." He squeezed your hand softly, flashing an assuring smile. "Besides, isn't it good to take a break from the monthly horror for a short while?" He joked, earning a smile from you.

"I mean... that's true too." You grinned, agreeing with his witty comments to comfort you.

"Oh right, I cooked lobster today!" Seunghoon jumped, suddenly remembering the presence of the dish left in the steamer. "I took it from Minho's fridge last night when I was at his place."

"Isn't that stealing?" You laughed, following your boyfriend into the kitchen.

"He don't know how to cook so he's gonna spoil it anyways," He commented. "Besides, I left 2 out of the 4 lobsters he's got for him to spoil it." He winked at you before taking out the lobster from where he was keeping them in.

The smell of the garlic seasoning was so good at first... for a good 10 seconds before you started feeling nauseous and gagged at the smell of garlic. You quickly held your hands up against your nose and mouth, trying not to take in any of the scent. Seunghoon looked at you worriedly and quickly put down the plate of lobsters.

"Babe, are you alright?" He asked, rubbing his hands against your back.

"Yea-"

Before you could finish your sentence, the feeling of nauseousness gushes over you immediately and you dashed for the bathroom, ducking your face into the toilet bowl as you start to throw up the content in your stomach. Seunghoon followed closely behind, extremely worried as he patted your back to help you feel better once you're done.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his palm against your lower back.

"I... it's just," You frowned. "The smell of garlic? It's making me nauseous all of a sudden." You explained, confused.

There was a long pause between the both of you and Seunghoon just stared at you. It's obvious that all the possible scenarios flashed past his mind but one stuck through with him. That was the same for you too.

"Is it... Could it be..." He stuttered, trying to strings the words in his mind together. "Are you... pregnant?"

"Are you kidding me?" You blurted, staring at him.

--

You went off to the pharmacy with Seunghoon to grab a few pregnancy test kits (just to double confirm and triple confirm what's going on) and got back home immediately. So much stuffs were just running through your mind at that point and you need to confirm this whole situation before any next decision is going to be made.

--

"Fuck..." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair at you stare at the 3 sets of positive signs sitting in front of the both of you. Seunghoon did the same too, but he was staring into space, his fingers interlaced with yours tightly.

"I think those protection might have expired...." He mumbled. "It has been in my room for a while..." His voice trailed off as you shot a glare at him, proving his humour is of no use for now.

A few minutes of silence passed and you finally burst out crying. There were so many things to consider with this situation that seems to be very true — you are carrying a life in you. You have to be responsible for this little life who's going to be welcomed on earth over the next few months and also its future. How are you going to care for it? Will you be a good parent with your boyfriend? How will your parents react? Your job? How is your life going to change?

Seunghoon silently pulled you into his embrace, caressing your hair gently while he press small kisses on your head.

"If you're worrying that I won't take up the responsibilities, you don't have to because I'm going to be this child's father and your husband for life." He smiled.

"What kind of proposal is this?" You laughed, wiping your tears away.

He gave you a quick peck on your lips before smiling.

"Damn, that lobster." He laughed. "Now I've got a baby on the way."

[ghxstface15]

Here's Crow's origin story

(Crow is pretty much like Zero, but they have a few differences.)

Tommy was a young boy at the age of 15 with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He wasn't really smart and he was mainly introverted which caused him to have no friends. However, he only had one friend. And that was his imaginary friend, Crow. Crow was the same age as Tommy and also had dark brown hair, but he had red eyes, a red flannel, a black tshirt, jeans, and black converses. They would always watch horror films together including their favorite film "American Psycho." When his parents saw him talking to himself, they thought about seeking therapy for him. One day, his parents went to work and he had the whole house to himself. An hour passed by and he was sitting in the living room watching the news. The news reporter talked about two people who were killed at the bank. When the photos of the 2 victims came on screen, Tommy felt his heart drop. The two people that were killed was his mom and dad. They had been brutally beaten to death by a robber who was robbing the bank. Tommy got on his knees and started to cry, banging his fist against floor. After 10 minutes of crying, he suddenly felt pure rage take over him. He started to break everything. Throwing against the ball, at the floor, as glass shards of glass flew towards him and put cuts in his face. He had no one. No family, no friends, no nothing. He was all on his own. Months flew by and Tommy had started living on his own in the same house he always lived in. But he wasn't the same boy used to be. Every day at school, he would always threaten this bully named "Jason" who bullied everyone in the school including Tommy. Tommy threatened him by saying the most violent gory things that came to his mind. But it never scared Jason. "You really think you scare me, kid? What a joke." Jason said as he threw a punch to Tommy's face. "Go ahead. Get up. I dare you." As Tommy got up, he finally snapped. He kicked Jason in the stomach and then in the face until Jason fell on the floor, covering his stomach. "Now how about you get up?" Tommy yelled as he speedwalked towards Jason. He then repeated started kicking him the stomach and in the face until his mouth started pouring blood. He then stopped when the principal came in and took him to the office. Sitting in the office, Principal Rogers talked to him about what happened. "Tommy, I know things have been rough for you since your parents died, but this is not the way to get over it. I mean this is not who you used to be." There was a long pause until Tommy looked up at Principal Rogers and smiled. "You're right. This isn't who I used to be. This is the new me. This is who I am now. And I'm so glad that I've changed." Principal Rogers got up from his desk and opened the door. "Get out of my school. You're expelled." He said to him. "Gladly." He said as he walked out of the door. When he got home, he ran to the bathroom and immediately cut his arm with a knife. He has been doing that ever since his parents died. Because all he felt was sorrow, rage, pain, and insanity. He looked into the mirror and jumped when he saw his reflection. It was him, but it didn't look like him. When he moved, the reflection didn't. All he did was stare. "Who are you?" He said to the reflection. The reflection replied, "Several months have passed since your parents passed and you forgot about me. You forgot about your old imaginary friend, Crow." Tommy was so confused on what was happening. "Crow, if you're upset because I forgot about you, I'm sorry. But it's time to move on." He tried to leave the bathroom, but the door shut before he could walk out. Tommy tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He looked back at Crow who had a wide smile on his face. "Do you really wanna live through this for the rest of your life? Going through pain every day for nothing?" Tommy started listening to him. "What are you trying to say?" He asked him. Crow replied, "I can help you. If you just let me take over your body, I can help you."

Tommy thought about what Crow was getting at, but he disagreed. "No. Absolutely not. Remember that girl named Alice? Her imaginary friend messed with her mind and caused her to go on a murder spree. But you wanna take over my body? No way! Never in a million years!" The smile on Crow's face disappeared. There was a long pause and then Crow said, "Tommy, think about how much fun you would have? Like today, you beat the crap out of that kid Jason. Isn't this what you wanted?" Tommy only wanted to hurt him. He never wanted to kill him. "I'm not a killer. And there's no way I'm letting you take over." Crow's smile went away and the mirror began to crack. "Well, it looks like you don't have a choice." Seconds later, the mirror exploded and a shadow flew towards Tommy and knocked him against the wall and knocked him out cold for several minutes. When he woke up, he had a sharp pain in the back of his head. When he went to rub his eyes, he saw that he was wearing fingerless gloves that he didn't have on before. He also had on a ripped up black and white flannel, a black tshirt, and black converses. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that Crow had taken over him. He smiled and then, as Crow, he said, "You lose, Tommy." He laughed maniacally while looking for sewing supplies. He saw how some killers had a smile sewn onto their faces. But instead, he's gonna have a frown instead. Slowly, he used some scissors to cut the cheeks into a frown and then started sewing the frown. He also started adding stitches around his neck. It was painful, but he just laughed quietly as he continued. Another thing he wanted to do was stitch and X onto his left eye. Without hesitation, he took a scalpel and took out his left eye before sewing the X. After the X was sewn, he went to his dad's shed and grabbed two shotguns with all ammunition and an axe. When he got everything, he rode his bike to Jason's house because somehow, he knew where he lived. When he got there, he snuck into the house and went up the stairs to Jason's room. He got into Jason's room and locked the door. Jason woke to see Crow standing there holding his axe. "Roses are red, violets are blue. I belong in hell and so do you!" He raised the axe and brought it down on Jason's neck, decapitating him. But he wasn't done yet. He took Jason's head to his mom's room and placed it on her dresser. As he rode away on the bike, he let a maniacal laugh and rode into the woods. Riding on a dirt trail, a girl jumped in front of him and caused him to spin off the trail and fall down a hill. He got up and the girl was standing right next to him. "Who are you?" He asked her. "I'm Zero. I'm an imaginary friend of a girl named Alice. I imagine you've heard the story." She replied. "Yes, I have heard the story and I love it." He held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Crow. I'm also an imaginary friend of a boy named Tommy. I took over his body about 2 hours go." She shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Crow." They decided to become friends and then they both disappeared into the woods forever. They say that both of them are still there. Waiting for someone to kill.