#Ive only known him for a day and a half but i love EVERYTHING about his concept

[karagna]

He means EVERYTHING to me

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[mytheoristavenue]

CSM Aki Hayakawa x Reader 🍋 - Attitude Adjustment

Kinktober 2024 IV

Snowballing + Hair pulling

Summary: Aki has warned you, his new partner not to nag him countless times. You just don't listen, do you?

Warnings: Snowballing, cum eating, hair pulling, oral (m!receiving), fem!reader, brat taming, degradation, praise, spoilers for anime/vol. 3 manga, brat!reader

"Do you have to smoke every five minutes?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and fanning the smoke away from your face. "I can feel my lungs deteriorating just walking beside you."

"Then walk in front of me." Aki simply replied, taking a long drag off his cigarette and purposefully exhaling from the corner of his mouth. You coughed dramatically in response, batting the air.

"So you can stare at my ass all day? As if!" You retorted with a pout.

"I'm not that kinda guy," He reminded you sternly, finishing off his smoke and dropping the butt, stepping on it as he went.

"All guys are that kinda guy," You sneered, stepping in front of him despite your protests. "No matter how hard they try to hide it."

You and Aki had only worked together for a few weeks, following the simultaneous deaths of your partners. Needless to say, you vexed one another greatly. You were both the 'glass half empty' type, and your late partners were the opposite, making for great dynamics, but this- this was never going to work, you were simply too alike. However, you differed in one way: Aki tended to keep most of his grievances to himself while you were never shy about voicing them. Every single minute one.

You nagged him for smoking, his recklessness, his gloomy demeanor, everything. At every turn, he was met with your attitude, making him all the more stormy. He'd appealed to Makima for a new partner multiple times but she wouldn't budge. He was truly stuck with you.

"God, you know coffee is allowed to taste good, right?" Here you were with your snide remarks again, bringing him coffee like you did every morning. "I'll never understand why you like plain black coffee."

"I don't know, at least it's now weighed down with sugar like that crap you drink." He scoffed, taking it from you as he exited his apartment with you in tow.

"At least I enjoy the crap I put in my body." You rolled your eyes. Aki smirked at you- for possibly the first time- over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I bet you do." He laughed dryly. "Bet you love putting crap in your body, huh?"

Your eyes widened and your entire face reddened, up to the tips of your ears. "S-Shut up! Are you calling me a whore?!" Well, that was new. In all the time he'd known you, he'd never seen you get flustered like this.

"I didn't say that," He deadpanned before smirking again, pausing, causing you to collide with his back. "But if the shoe fits..."

"W-Whatever, like I care what you think!" You pouted, backing away a few steps as he turned to face you.

"Oh, I think you might," He teased. "Why else would your face be so red, hmm?"

You steeled yourself, unused to him bullying you in such a way, before smirking deviously up at him. "I'm not worried, I've heard about your reputation." You snickered, feeling as if you were gaining the upper hand. Little did you know, your next words would seal your fate. "Even if you did have an effect on me, you wouldn't know what to do with me."

Aki's expression darkened, taking the insult as a challenge. His hand found your wrist as he chuckled. "You think so?"

Your victorious demanor fell when you saw his shift but you doubled down. "Yeah, I do." Before you knew it, he had stormed off passed you, back towards his apartment building, dragging you along behind him. The heat in your cheeks returned and you limply followed, understanding that challenging him was a mistake. "H-Hey, wait, where are we going?" You asked meekly, despite already knowing.

"Back to my place." He said sternly. "To test out those bold claims of yours." You gulped as you crossed the threshold to his building, immediately being pulled to the elevator. Once inside, he eagerly pressed the button to prematurely close the doors, followed by his floor number.

"A-Aki, I was joking..." You muttered nervously. "B-Besides, we have to get to work, we're gonna be late."

"We got stuck in traffic." He answered firmly. "Right?" He glanced at you with a sharp pointed stare. You got the hint.

"R-Right."

The remaining minute of the elevator ride felt like it lasted an hour, tension in the air thick enough to choke on. "Aki, I-"

"Don't." He cut you off, and you obeyed instantly, which made him giddy on the inside. "It's obvious that something has to give before we can get along and I know just the thing to clear the air."

You swallowed as the doors opened and he took your wrist again, speed walking down the hall. He wasted no time in unlocking the door and pulling you inside. "W-What's that?" You asked bravely, stepping inside.

He shut and locked the door behind you with a disturbingly calm smile before approaching. "You just need an attitude adjustment."

-----

Everything had moved so quickly that you could hardly grasp the chain of events. One moment, you were pushed against his front door, whimpering softly as his lips trailed down your throat. The next you were sat on the floor, sitting between his knees on his balcony, obediently slobbering in his lap. His fingers languidly raked through your hair, balling into a fist any time you made the smallest mistake or noise. His other hand held a lit cigeratte to his lips.

Suddenly, his grip on your scalp tightened and he yanked your head up with a peaceful smile. "Hey," He murmured, as if he didn't already have your full attention. "Try it." He insisted, pressing his cigarette to your lips. You looked up at him pleadingly, eyes wet, drool and pre coating your mouth.

Hesitantly, you parted your lips, earning a small smile from him. "Atta girl, breathe in." You did as he instructed, inhaling the smoke deeply before choking on it at couching roughly. "It's okay, baby, everyone coughs the first time." He soothed, releasing your hair to pet it softly. "There, now that's you've smoked, you're not gonna bitch at me for doing it anymore, are you?"

"N-No..." You answered shyly, laying your head in his lap, and staring up at him. Your cheek squished against his toned thigh and your eyes sparkled with admiration as you peeked through wet lashes.

"You know, you're kinda pretty when you're not nagging.." Aki chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his cheeks for a bit before parting his jaws. The way it slowly billowed out over his lips mesmerized you, finding it almost hypnotic how he looked in this light.

His hair was down, the first time you'd seen it that way, the band having been long since discarded, now at home on his wrist. His jacket was slung over the back of the chair, tie loose and dangling around his neck with the first few buttons of his shirt undone. "I knew you could be good, you just needed a little incentive." He mused with a peaceful smile. "Now c'mon and finish the job, baby. Quietly."

It crossed your mind to protest, but this was the nicest he'd been to you and you adored how it made you feel. Almost immediately, you went back to work, wrapping your manicured hands around his shaft, pumping lazily before guiding his tip to your lips. You took him as deeply as you could, bobbing your head up and down, letting him slide in and out of your throat.

Aki let you do all the work, figuring you owed him that much at least for putting up with your nonsense. His head lulled back against his nape, cigarette hanging from his lips as he let go of what could only be described as the prettiest sounds you'd ever heard. His voice was deep and breathy, moans all coming from the back of his throat as he let you work. He could feel when you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him more insistently, stroking what you couldn't take with a spit coated hand.

His fist tightened further in your hair, tugging at your scalp more harshly the closer he got. Your eyes rolled back a bit at the firm pull, pulling a string of whimpers from your throat, vibrations only serving to spur him on further. Eventually, you felt him push your head down, burying your face in his lap as his hips instinctively began to jerk. You immediately relinquished control, letting him set a quicker pace than you previously kept.

All you could do was sit there and take his abuse as he repeatedly hit your gag reflex, totally unbothered by the grotesque sounds that came as a result. "Ahhh, fuck," He hissed, on the verge of tipping into oblivion. "Just a little more, be so quiet for me, pretty girl." He hushed, crushing the end of his cigarette in his teeth. You steeled yourself in an effort to silence the lewd reactions you were giving, wanting nothing more than to please him.

Within moments, you could feel warm spurts splash your uvula, startling you briefly. He never stopped or pulled out like you'd expected. He simply held your head still as he rode through his high, fucking more seed into your pretty mouth. He could feel your throat begin to tense with the action of swallowing, your mouth too full to resist. "D-Don't swallow," He demanded, trailing a hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly to prevent the reaction. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

You looked up at him with glistening eyes, silently pleading for relief from your full cheeks, but he wouldn't budge. Aki slowly and carefully began to pull out, his stone face hiding animalistic desire. "Kiss me," He finally sighed, slumping in the chair, hoisting you up by your hair. You eagerly crawled up, standing on your knees as he knelt down, pressing his lips to yours.

You had expected a brief peck but, Aki was full of surprises. Instead, you were met with a hot, open-mouthed kiss, his lips kneading against yours as his tongue parted them, letting his jizz flood into his mouth. You were too dazed with the intensity of the moment to notice when he'd begun to swallow, little by little. Before you knew it, there was hardly anything left but a small puddle under his tongue which was the remnant of what had been passed back and forth. Then, he pulled back.

"If you could be this good at listening at work, we might get somewhere." He grinned wolfishly.

-----

Your mood shift was monumental and could be felt all throughout the office. Many remarked that you were suddenly like an entirely different person ever since the day you were both late. You always dismissed the rumors with some boring excuse, and this time was no exception.

"My my," Makima mused, stirring her fresh cup of coffee in the break room. "You seem to be quite chipper as of late. Any particular reason?"

"Not at all!" You beamed sweetly, pouring a cup of plain black coffee and setting it to the side. "I just love my job, that's all. I enjoy being here." She eyed you knowingly as you began pouring a second cup, dumping loads of sweetness into it.

"I trust you and Aki have settled your differences, then?" She asked, leaning against the counter. "Is that for him?"

You nodded sheepishly. "We had a nice heart-to-heart." You smiled softly, picking up both finished cups and heading for the door.

"I'm so glad to hear that, I thought I was going to have to reassign you both." Your boss smiled after you, not deceived in the slightest.

You paid no attention to her interest, happily trotting off to find your partner, greeting him with a sweet smile, which he graciously returned. "Morning, Aki! I brought your coffee, black just how you like it!"

Your change in demeanor warmed his heart and he gently took the cup from you. "You're too sweet for me," He cooed, sipping it with a satisfied sigh. "I wonder what's had you in such a good mood lately."

You glared at him playful, hardly amused with his coy attitude. "You know exactly what it is, dummy." Ever since that first occasion, you'd spent multiple nights together, activities far surpassing just oral. Aki chuckled a bit, leaning into your ear conspiratorially.

"There that pesky little attitude again... Why don't I fuck it out of you again tonight?"

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him. 

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. 

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me? 

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.  

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling. 

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano. 

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes. 

“Now?” 

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state. 

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,” 

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile. 

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath. 

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace. 

Beep Beep 

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either. 

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear. 

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car. 

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest. 

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again. 

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity. 

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars. 

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face. 

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there. 

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine. 

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…” 

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms. 

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies. 

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events. 

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.   

“Hey, don’t laugh,” 

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment. 

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity. 

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin. 

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine. 

“I used to,” 

“Oh, yeah? What happened? 

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears. 

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.  

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated. 

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all. 

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?” 

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

--

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.  

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again. 

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze. 

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster. 

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates. 

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.  

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his. 

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath. 

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.  

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile. 

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car. 

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door. 

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze. 

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm. 

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes. 

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form. 

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine. 

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side. 

“May I know with what?” 

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease. 

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night. 

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink. 

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium. 

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door. 

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?” 

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips. 

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.  

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room. 

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me. 

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras? 

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all. 

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay. 

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone. 

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms. 

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless. 

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face. 

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace. 

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin. 

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance. 

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine. 

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes. 

“Your period?” he confirms. 

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh. 

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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[wincest-in-the-corner]

Chapter 2 of Inbred is posted!

Here's the link!

and Here's the fic<3

Sam and Dean pay a visit to a well-known, well-hated healthcare CEO.

Dean sits up, slightly discombobulated. He looks over at Sam, sleeping peacefully in Dean’s bed. Smiling at him, he swipes his hair to the side and kisses his forehead. He doesn't usually show affection like this, but he can't help it. His baby brother just looks so cute. He hears a bark, and Miracle runs through Dean’s open door. He opens his arms and goes to hug the dog, but Miracle runs straight up to Sam and licks his face, laying on him and, somehow, looks like he’s smiling.

Dean gives the dog a look and snorts. “Asshole mutt.” and lays back down to pet him. He looks at Sam's face, clearly barely awake and half-petting Miracle. He just stares. He could never get enough of just looking. Of course, he could touch and hold his brother, the bread of his life, for the rest of his life and still die a starving man. But there's just something so intimate, almost tangibly so, about simply looking and not touching.

“Creep.” Sam grumbles, still not entirely awake. Dean just chuckles and keeps looking.

“Found anything yet?” Dean asks. He already knows the answer, considering how they had spent their day yesterday. Tangled up in each other and hardly taking breaks. Sam tells him exactly that.

“Yeah, I had a feeling. Breakfast?” Dean waggles his brows at Sam, obvious innuendo intended.

“Fine.” Sam grumbles, only one eye open. “But real food after. I don’t think ive ever been this hungry.”

And they dive right back in, feasting on each other, losing themselves together, dying over and over again.

~

Dean is concerned. Sam is currently scarfing down real, actual bacon, waffles drowned in butter and syrup, and the greasiest hashbrowns on Jack’s green earth. What the hell happened to his little brother?

“Sam… are you, y’know, okay?” dean asks, slightly patronizing.

“Oh, shut up Dean. I’m allowed to indulge every once in a while. At least I don't eat like this on a daily basis. We definitely know who’s going to make it to 50.” Sam snarks back.

Dean just hums in response, chuckling but not wanting Sam to see. They’d been looking for anything, any signs of monsters for 2 weeks now. They’ve been going insane. Fighting more than usual, then hate-fucking into oblivion. They love each other, more than life itself, but being cooped up together has been less than ideal. In fact, it's been torturous.

Sam types away on his laptop between bites. “Nothing. Although I did read about this healthcare CEO, Mark Donnelly. He’s been denying people’s cancer treatments and insulin, and then he just bought himself a third yacht. Fucking disgusting.” Sam spouts off. He looks angry and disgusted, but mostly sad. For the patients, for the families. I mean, who the hell needs 1 yacht, let alone 3?

Dean frowns into his cup of coffee, having already finished his pancakes and bacon. “He deserves to be shot just as much as any monster. Fucking psychopath.” He growls.

Sam goes silent. “Dean.” He says slowly, not meeting his eyes.

“Sam?” Dean asks, wondering if they were both thinking the same thing.

“We shouldn't hunt him.” Sam says, almost as if trying to convince himself.

“We shouldn't. He’s a human being.” Dean says, agreeing, but not really.

“Too bad, it would've been so easy to hack into his accounts and find out exactly where he lives. And so, so easy to find the quickest route there." Sam sighs, finally looking Dean in his eyes.

He starts to eat quicker, throwing his laptop in his bag and clearing the table. Dean throws a couple twenties down and they quickly stand, walking out and practically running to the car.

~

“Alright, we have everything we need?” Dean asks. Sam confirms. They run over the plan once more.

They're in a dingey hotel a few hours from Manhattan, where the fucker lives.

They already have any weapons they could need, a stolen car, since they can’t risk anyone seeing Baby, and have the cameras in the house down for 12 hours, if they're lucky.

They plan to break into his house at 3:00 AM to avoid witnesses, silence the private guards by any means necessary, sneak up to the asshole’s bedroom, and slit his throat in silence. Leave the scene, ditch the car, sleep for a few hours in the hotel room, and haul ass back to the bunker.

“Okay.” Dean says, picking up a duffel from the hotel bed. “Let’s fucking kill this nasty son of a bitch.”

~

They have eyes on the house they need. They were expecting so many more guards, there were double this many when they hacked into the cameras before. Dean can see Sam’s nervousness, and he slides a hand to his back. He knows they can handle them, even if Sam doesn't. They get out of the stolen car and walk up to the house, sticking to the shadows. Who the hell needs a house this big?

Dean picks the lock with ease, and as soon as they’re inside, Dean motions to Sam to go left, and goes right himself. There’s a double staircase, each side leading up to the bedroom levels. Under the stairs is the foyer, and beyond that is the hall leading to the living room, den, and offices. Sam had forced Dean and himself to memorize the entire layout before they had even left Kansas.

They both easily take down the guards on each respective side of the staircase, and run up the stairs to meet in the middle. They only had moments before the guards in the Maid’s Quarters were awake and headed for them. At least the fucker knew he was hated and took the proper steps, which included the best of the best personal guards, to protect himself. But Sam and Dean were better.

They run down the hall and slam open the bedroom door to see Dear Old Markie getting ridden vigorously, by someone who was clearly not his wife. Well, fuck. The girl, who looks as though she could be several years under 18, jumps off him and scrambles for the sheets to cover herself.

“Get the hell out of here and never come back.” Dean growls at the girl, disgust and anger curling in his stomach at the thought of that little girl being forced to do this, or worse, being tricked into thinking she wants it. She squeaks at his demand and runs, the sheet trailing behind her.

The man, Mark, is now left with only a pillow to cover his very unimpressive dick. Dean walks over to him, glowering and glaring, as Sam runs to lock the door and anchor a rope to the bedframe to lead out the window as their escape route.

“Pl-please, I can give you money if that's what you're after, I have gold and jewels! Anything, please!” Mark begs, crying like the coward he is.

Dean just laughs in his face, and reaches over to make Mark look at him, holding the knife to his chin. In one quick, fluid motion, the fucker has blood flowing from his neck. He gargles, trying to scream, but he can’t. Dean just smiles as he watches the monster drown in his own blood. While he’s still alive, Dean carves 3 words into his chest.

Defend. Deny. Depose.

~

They had easily slidden down the rope and got out before the rest of the guards had even been alerted. They got in the car, throwing the duffel (which they would burn later) into the back.

They shared a look, and immediately Dean was holding Sam’s neck, dragging him into a kiss, searing and over far too quickly.

Dean relives the moment in his head many times as he lies in the bunker bed, holding a still-sleeping Sam. He knows he should feel guilty, but he doesn't. He feels relief that a monster like that is gone. He rolls over and sees Cas sitting in his chair, staring at them, and nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Jesus, Cass, could you at least give a little warning?!” Dean shouts.

“Oh, but it's so much more fun when you dont know I'm watching.” Castiel croons, his voice silky smooth.

Dean knows what he wants, and he can't help but want it too. He loves to show off his sammy, knowing Cass can’t touch, and would never try to, knowing Dean would kill him before the thought crossed his mind.

“Wait, you watch us without us knowing?” Dean asks, ashamed to admit it only turns him on further.

“Oh, Dean. I watch you every moment of the day.” Cass gives Dean a look. He stands and looks away to pick at his already-immaculate nails. “Speaking of, how was your little heist last night?” He asks, pacing around leisurely.

Dean almost rolls his eyes. “Successful, obviously. Did you not have faith we could do it?” he asks. He already knows the answer.

“Of course I knew you could,” Cass pouts. “I wish you would've just invited me. You could have let me kill the guards at least.” he whines.

“Jesus, cass. You're more bloodthirsty than I am, and that's saying something.” Dean chides. He knows he can't talk Cass out of it, and he doesn't really want to. It's useful having a psychotic angel around.

“Well, an angel needs to get off somehow.” Cass retorts. “Since I haven't been invited over here in ages.” he whines again.

“Well, too bad. We had a rough night last night after we got back and im not forcing him to perform for you again so soon. You'll just have to wait.” Dean smirks at Cass, shooing him away with his hand.

Cass gives an exaggerated little pout, waves, and disappears out of thin air.

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/760007558328107008/j-oh-my-god-ive-missed-you-so-much-has-happened

ok so background: i just joined the senior company at my local volunteer fire station (so i can respond to calls) im not technically an emt yet but im going on calls to observe. the boy (who im gonna refer to as 🩺 because why not, and he’s always wearing his fancy stethoscope around his neck) is an emt as well, a few months older than me.

so the first call i go on i’m observing, he’s treating the patient and we’re both in the back of the ambulance. we transport the patient to hospital, and on our way back he’s showing me the ipad and how we document patient care and stuff. and he’s sitting really close. as in our thighs and sides are TOUCHING. and not just like barely i mean our legs are pressed UP AGAINST each other. and then there’s a part about capillary refill (how fast blood returns to the fingernail and color is regained after pressing down on it) and i forgot what it was so i asked and instead of doing it on his hand he does it on MINE and like, multiple fingers too. and THEN i needed to clean something and need to wear gloves (ppe ‼️) and he asks what size i need and im loke “idk a small probably” and he HOLDS UP HIS HAND TO COMPARE MY HAND SIZE TO HIS.

moving on. next standby we’re both sitting at high tops facing the tv where he’s playing some video game. he starts stomping his foot and i look over and he sees my face and is like “there was a caterpillar” and im like “did you kill it” and he’s all confused and says yes (🚩) and we’re going back and forth for a few minutes bc i was like i would’ve taken it outside bro. later on im bored so i ask about the video game and he’s telling me about it and all that stuff.

up until this point i was like okay, maybe he’s trying to say smth or maybe he’s just clueless and is trying to be nice since we have to work together and we’ve known each other for a little while atp. after last night tho im convinced (and so are all my friends who have weighed in) that he’s into me.

OK NOW LAST NIGHT so a few days ago i had posted a tiktok w pink skies by zach bryan and it was just sky pictures i took bc i love taking sky pictures and i captioned it “yall don’t know zach bryan like i do” and he liked the video (he doesn’t follow me but we are contacts in each others phone so yeah) but last night we had engine room at the ems station (we have 2 stations, one for fire, one for ems, all this happened at the ems station, engine room is just cleaning the room with all the vehicles) and i get there (right at 6:30, literally exactly when it started) and he immediately starts teasing me for being late. THEN he comes up to me and is like referencing my caption being all “only *I* like zach bryan” and teasing me and shit and then we talk for a minute about both liking zach bryan and then i told him the caption was a dig at a girl i don’t like (half true) bc she likes zach bryan and i am a certified gate keeper ‼️ and he’s all interested like “who is it” (background info: he’s a grade older than me, just graduated from the public school i used to go to until freshman year when i switched to private school. the girl im referencing also went to this public school and switched to my private school at the same time as me, and is pretty “well known” in our area.) so i told him like im not telling you bc you might know her, he kept asking so i ended up just telling him and he says he doesn’t know her. so that was that last night.

TOMORROW NIGHTTT we’re going on a little field trip (i’m the only one calling it that because it’s funny) and he’s coming on it, it’s an hour drive away from the fire hall and i don’t know who is driving with who but it’ll be interesting for sure. i’ll give you an update tomorrow if you wish, but that’s everything for now. so yeah, this was long but i hope you enjoyed :D

-🔭

the full body pressing had me leaning in...

the HAND COMPARISON finished it.

like, the man is slutting himself out for you!!!!!!

[rueclfer]

hallo help a girl out please ree,

As someone whos never really dated before i think im getting a crush but like I DONT KNOW FEELINGS

Let me lay the scene for you: IMAGINE THIS youre in your ap psychology class, its week two of classes and your friend’s friend comes up in the spare minutes left to talk with his friend. They chat and stuff and i hear something about soccer and say a lil something abt soccer bcos i love to watch it and support my team, and the friends friend, lets call him A, he says to our mutual friend,

“omg i didnt know u had a female friend that like soccer” SO LIKE A DAY LATER ANOTHER FRIEND OF A AND OUR MUTUAL FRIEND JOINS US AFTER OUR LESSON FOR THE PERIOD. and im like “dang hes kinda cute right” oh! Lets call him K. So K and i start talking and i learn hes a Tottemham spurs fan which is yuck but wtvr. So we talk abt soccer and clubs and teams and players and yada yada. Then on like monday i think, he gives me something out of the blue. K GAVE ME A TRADING CARD OF MY FAVORITE PLAYER IN A SLEEVE AND EVERYTHING. I was like

“i know ure making fun of me and my fav player (joshua kimmich btw 🙏) but idc im gonna cherish this tysm” and he was like

“yea ur welcome” THEN THE NEXT DAY HE GIVES ME ANOTHER CARD OF ANOTHER PLAYER SO NOW I HAVE TWO ?? I didnt even know these things existed!!

and like hes nice but also kinda mean bcos he dogs on my team and players and stuff but like is is banter ?? Does he actually hate me ?? Does he kinda like me ?? Do i like him ?? IDONTKNOWREE ive never really felt this im genuinely looking forward to class to see him (we have psych 4th so i have to wait 4 hrs to see him) like it gets me so excited and happy and i wanna chat w him and joke and laugh but like do i only feel this way bcos ive always romanticized love and relationships and thus wanna be in one or do i like him ive only really known him for a week and a halfish am i jumping the gun i dont knowww arrUUGHHH

-♣️ (is this one taken?)

okay leme put on my glasses LMAO hi ♣️ i literally thought this was going to be abt you and A but u switched up on me !!! so its you and K. okay.

this is definitely giving some type of rivals to lovers and im always on board with being delusional and diving head first into that!! BUUTT u gotta understand that the essence of men is pure stupidity so while youre maybe reading the card exchange as flirting, hes maybe just thinking that hes making a cool friend. i think crushes make the world go round and its fun to look forward to ur days bc of a guy u like!! nothing wrong with that but u should def just be buddies for at least half the school year first before u start yearning hardcore hehe

[mayhemwrites]

heyyyy would you be open to maybe doing like a kanej first kiss after like a lot of healing and stuff?? idk im just in such a mood for kanej fluff rn :)) btw i love your main blog and i think ive read some of your writing and ita really good so thank you ❤️

omg, thank you so much!! that's really sweet of you omg

hope this is cute and fluffy enough 💕💕💕

kanej first kiss: “not like this”

The first time it happens is in a bathroom. Kaz changing Inej's bandage, his breaths short and sharp. Both terrified. It's only a moment of connection, of touch, before Kaz pulls away from her. She can't say she isn't disappointed. She also can't say she's surprised.

And then she leaves. Goes away from Ketterdam, which is all she's wanted for five years. Away from him, which is something she never thought she'd regret as much as she does.

She loves what she's doing now. Loves knowing that she's making a difference, stopping people from getting hurt.

She's just always conscious that without Kaz, it feels as if there's an ever-present hole in her heart.

So she comes back to visit, exactly one year, ten months, and seventeen days after she left. (Not that she's been counting.)

He's waiting at the dock for her, like he always is whenever she lets herself daydream about her return.

How had he known? Well, he's Kaz. He knows everything. She pushes away the thought that he came to the dock regularly, hoping for her to come back. That's not possible. This is Kaz. Resolutely unsentimental. (Even if he had told her that he loved her, right before she left.)

There's a wound on his face, dried blood on his jaw. Without thinking, she puts a hand to his face, fingertips brushing his chin as she inspects it.

This time, he doesn't pull away. Doesn't flinch at her touch. The wound isn't half as bad as it looks. So her worries were unfounded - he'll be fine.

Inej breathes a sigh of relief. Kaz will be fine. He always is. And she always worries that one day his luck will run out.

She goes to drop her hand, but before she can, she feels his gloved fingers on her wrist.

"Don't," he says.

"No?"

"I... I can manage this, now. I've been... working on my issues, let's say."

So she keeps her hand where it is.

Then - what is he doing? He takes off one glove, then the other.

He puts his own hand on her face, and even though he tries to hide it, she can see his smile. A small smile, one that doesn't come out very often. She's only ever seen it once or twice.

He looks so proud of himself, and her heart swells. There's a flutter of something in her stomach. For once, it isn't pure dread. Something else. Pure joy.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

She looks up at him, and hopes he can tell just how much she loves him from the look in her eyes. "Yes. Yes, this is more than okay."

He takes a shaky breath. "Actually, there's... something else that I think I'm ready to try. If you want to."

"What?"

"A kiss. This may sound unusually sentimental, but as I've been working through... everything, over the last two years, I've been finding more and more that I desperately want to kiss you."

Her heart stops, then starts again, thudding against her ribcage.

He desperately wants to kiss her.

He desperately wants to kiss her.

"Yes. Please," she says, her voice slightly breathless.

And he closes the gap between them, his lips on hers.

It's nothing like she's ever felt before. Inej has been kissed before, but not like this. Not as if she's everything somebody could ever want - and not just because of her body, or her talents, but because it's her.

Kaz loves her. She's conscious of everywhere they're touching - her hand on his face, and his on hers. His hand on the small of her back, holding her steady. She reaches up to run her free hand through his hair, and smiles with satisfaction at the shocked-yet-pleased look on his face.

She pulls away for a brief moment, to whisper: "I missed you. Every second of every day, I missed you."

"I didn't think you would," he admits. "I missed you too, though."

"Did you really?"

"Why do you think I was at the dock?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. "You- did you know I was on my way back?"

"No," he says, shaking his head almost sheepishly. "I hoped you would, though. Every day, I hoped. Selfishly, yes - I heard about everything you've done, and you do much more good out there than you ever did here. But I missed you."

It's as if her brain has short-circuited.

He missed her.

He hoped she would return.

He missed her.

There are no words for everything she feels. How she didn't think she would get to have this, not since she was a little girl. She'd thought she would have to be alone and independent forever.

But now she has Kaz to lean on, and that's exactly what she does.

She leans into him, relaxing. She lets him hold her, knowing he won't let go of her. His arms wrap around her waist, and she knows she never wants to leave him again.

After a minute, she looks up at him. "I want to kiss you again," she tells him softly. "May I?"

He nods, and when she looks into his eyes and kisses him, she knows he's hers forever.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

/eats my way out of your cookie/

ight kid here we go

https://youtu.be/pTUAh4bQYKE

https://youtu.be/3Kikh-IzmLg

they go together

i love them both

he’s a great singer

https://youtu.be/TfY8hR5frEQ

i’m adding rosemary to my name hoard

i may just go through an entire herb list

you can start calling me oregano

https://youtu.be/uZD8HKVKneI

THE HEAT IS ON THE HEAT IS OHHON <- i don’t know how he managed to make the word “on” longer but he did

https://youtu.be/WWdwH6_Uzpc

I have yet to finish watching the Grimleys (don’t watch the grimleys i beg of you, i may not know a lot about you but i have a feeling that’s not something you want to watch, and i don’t need that show reflected on me as a person)

https://youtu.be/LT3cERVRoQo

this keeps getting stuck in my head hELp

https://youtu.be/dfrcZsKcVxU

I saw Noel Fielding and brain went ZOOOMMMMMMMMMM

WATCH WATCH WATCH YES CONSUME MEDIA WITH NEIL AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

no that’s not him singing

omfg i love him

https://youtu.be/eud5AurOxm0

ALL SHE WANTS DO IS DANCE DANCEEEEEEE

the song actually has deep meaning lmao

there’s the one eagles concert and they play this

and glenn (frey from the other song) was dancing AND IT WAS FUCKING EVERYTHING

https://youtu.be/9kznTMxOsxo

I know a lot of people who like Harry Nilsson

I myself only really care about coconut but this song is nice too

https://youtu.be/m5sNVLbvMdI

this feels like someone threw a grenade and i just exploded into bits and had like shattered glass of nostalgia in my corpse

i know that’s really weird

but my brain came up with that and somehow it half makes sense

https://youtu.be/3QGMCSCFoKA

https://youtu.be/C11MzbEcHlw

MEAT LOAF MEAT LOAF MEAT LOAF MEAT LOAF

i didn’t put it here but the music video for “i would do anything for love” actually traumatized me as a 6 year old

cause there were like mtv reruns and i watched it

so to cope my brain turned the music video into me being a vampire waiting to get a girlfriend in a lonely castle

really really weird 6 year old

but i still associate with vampires so

i’ll one day get the courage to watch the video again

https://youtu.be/B2w4moS3oFU

watch the video before you read what i have to say about it

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…

YOU BETTER HAVE WATCHED THE VIDEO

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OKAY SO THESE GUYS ARE MODERN

LIKE

WITHIN THIS PAST DECADE MODERN

THIS IS THE FIRST THING IVE SEEN BY THEM

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ight that’s what i got :3

/crawls into your laundry pile/

OKAY HOOKED ON A FEELING IS ONE that i remember hearing that the blue suede one was a cover but i ALWAYS FORGOT that it was a cover and never looked it up so i am so happy you put that one here. i'm also laughing at the little dance thing he does at the audience and they're all just sitting there doing nothing and staring at him, it looks so funny.

omg RAIN DROPS KEEP FALLIN ON MY HEAD i love that song!!!!!!! i've never seen a video for it until now though omg i love it. sdghsdgsd where the water starts and you can hear somebody laughing in the background. he does have a very nice voice.

AAAAAAAA LOOOOVE GROOOOWS WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES AND NOBODY KNOOOOOOOOOWS LIKE MEEEEEEEEEEEE

this is one i've known forever and i love the video so much. i learned about this song from my dad because he said when he hears it, he always thinks about a little girl he knew when he was a little kid named rosemary, they were friends and then she moved away one day and he never saw her again. he always said that song reminded him of her and made him wonder where she went and how she was doing.

BEVERLY HILLS COP SOUNDTRACK i love that movie. and this song. and now this video too! (making the word "on" longer reminds me of showaddywaddy where buddy does things like that, like making the word "band" longer. yes i had to mention them somewhere at least once)

dsgsd i don't know why i'm laughing about noddy singing that song in what looks like a totally empty room and he's singing "we get wild wild wild" and then his little "yaaaaaay" like he's so happy there by himself in a sad empty room. also i know literally nothing about that show, but even if i did, i don't attach things like that to people just because it was watched. i've watched lots of things(some i kind of regret watching, but at least i know what it is now. it's just more knowledge in the brain) and most of it is so far from who i am as a person, even if i enjoyed some elements of some of the things, if it was analyzed as a whole and somebody tried to determine what i'm like based on that, i think they would come up with a very different result than me in reality(unless it's my favorite music videos, that's literally just me and my entire personality). also i don't really watch series or movies much anymore, so you don't have to worry about me watching it!!

omg i love bowie's sweater. also relatable, i don't leave my house much and when i do, sometimes i'm afraid of people for no reason. like if i'm walking on a sidewalk and somebody else is walking towards me, i will probably cross the street as soon as possible and walk on the other side instead. (sidewalks and roads where i live, which is a very small town, are usually very void of people. as is my life.)

i have never heard of mint royale or noel fielding in my life but i guess i have now. i am laughing at the intro. basically me whenever i'm in a vehicle waiting for somebody to come out from the store or a house.

okay i have heard 'all she wants to do is dance' so many times on radio stations and things but for some reason i never made the connection that it was don henley for some reason?? i mean i haven't listened to him much but i can HEAR IT in his voice now that i know. also i feel like i need to point out that i really love when songs have sax and/or horns and things incorporated in them somewhere. just sounds really nice.

EVERYBODY'S TAALLLKIN AT ME, I DON'T HEAR A WORD THEY'RE SAYIN

i love it, this is the only song i know by him. also the fact that he was the one that rented a room to both cass elliot from the mamas and the papas and keith moon from the who and he also thought the room was cursed. that's as far as my knowledge about him goes. i am loving his dances.

dire straits! i think i only know like two songs from them, but wow they're pretty good live. MORE SAX yes good. i am going to need that person wearing the moon and stars shirt to send that to me right now. omg the crowd's clapping. i love that. THE WHOLE INSTRUMENTAL BIT WITH THE SAX AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO NICE!!!! at the end when he says thank you and the crowd goes even more wild and he smiles omg.

okay i really love meat loaf, i've always wanted to listen to more from him but i just haven't yet. i know some of his songs but not nearly as many as i feel like i should. HIS STAGE PRESENCE IS AMAZING. AND HIS VOICE. also he's cute and some of the looks he gives in the videos, i'm like omg wow. ALSO THE WAY HE FLIPS HIS HAIR SO MUCH. i'm laughing about the baseball announcer in the middle of that one. i love when songs have stories.

OKAY. THE LEMON TWIGS. i have never heard of them in my life until now. and i have a horrible confession to make. i-

look. when i scroll down to add a comment about one of the songs/videos, i have to scroll ALL THE WAY DOWN and i SEE WORDS along the way. and i have to make multiple trips up and back down and back up to get the next video so i can match the song to what you said about it and then type my own words and then get the next song, etc. iiii may have read what you said before watching. unintentionally. and i apologize for yet another crime. ANYWAY. i love it and their clothes and the vibe and everything, omg. i want all bands/musicians/everybody to bring the 70's back like that.

this was an amazing selection of songs, omg thank you so much.

[altruistic-meme]

3,7 and 29 for the fic writers ask! :]]

hi sappho darling!!

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

the only one that i know of that i would for sure never touch is the uhhhh "sex pollen" thing?? ive literally never even seen it but it's supposedly one of the "well-known" tropes or aus or whatever and i just. don't get it. i don't understand the concept of it. i don't understand the point or interest. absolutely a no from me.

i also would probably never write a cheating fic. but i only say probably bc thought i would never read one and then i did and it FUCKED me UP (positive) and i still think about it bc holy shit

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Wilhelm took a deep breath, closed his eyes, leaned against a desk. He thought of how terrible an idea this was, how he had once again been being so selfish, how he hadn’t considered that his own freedom may cost the freedom he had tried so hard to guarantee Simon. And then he looked at Simon. And he fell in love. He fell in love with his curly hair, with his brown eyes, with the scar on his cheek, with the way he kept looking at Wilhelm and how it felt like he was seeing him, with the way his lips parted as he let out a steadying breath, with the small smile that he was giving him.  And it didn’t hurt. Falling in love with Simon didn’t hurt the way that falling in love with the sky, and with the way his coffee tasted, and with the people on the street had for the last seven years. Falling in love with Simon now felt exactly as it had the first time: freeing. This love was the most freeing thing that Wilhelm had ever felt, and he remembered why he had refused to ever let it go. Because he deserved to love freely, but the only love that had ever felt free had been the half of his love that he had given to the curly-haired boy, now a man, named Simon that he had once fallen in love with seven years ago, and was now falling in love with again. So maybe it was selfish, and maybe it was cruel, and it would definitely hurt, but Wilhelm could only be free if he said it, so he started talking. 

okay so if it wouldn't be ridiculous of me i would simply give the entirety of LVOE. because that whole story i tried to write more as prose and i love it so much. even this section is pretty... long for a snippet but i couldn't cut any of it off bc it's just so. AAAAAA.

i chose this specific area because it i think it's a very beautiful way to tie up the fic and i am so so proud of it!! of how it turned out and the ways it connects with other aspects of the story while still standing on its own: the war within Wilhelm about love vs. hurt and are they the same thing or are they consequences of each other, how painful falling in love has been since he and simon broke up but how he has kept doing it with everything anyway because Wilhelm is simply so full of love that it bleeds into everything he does, how his first taste of freedom felt like his last. as well as pulling back lines that repeated throughout the fic, "And every day, Wilhelm fell in love all over again. With the sky, with the way his coffee tasted, with the people on the street. And then one day, with a curly-haired boy named Simon." and changing them as he feels love truly without pain for the first time in seven years. and!!! also!!! including the ways Wilhelm grew in those seven years as well, how he hesitates and almost doesn't say what he came to say because he understands how selfish it was of him to come. but it also includes Simon's own growth, very subtley, because he is more sure of himself than he used to be. even though Wilhelm's thoughts tell that he's afraid of hurting Simon, Simon is SMILING SOFTLY at him because Simon has also grown up and he has long-since forgiven Wilhelm because he has learned to see his side of it, too.

WELL THAT WAS. MORE OF AN ANALYSIS BUT SIDHFKSDH yeah im proud of all of that though. im so proud of myself for being able to put all of that subtlety into it, all of these small details that still showcase big emotions. i'll stop rambling about this now sdkgfsdk

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

this is going to be INCREDIBLY out of left field ksghsdhg bUT there is a yuri!!! on ice fic, "Behind these Locked Doors" that i read forever ago. i don't think i ever.... actually finished reading the fic, i think i fell out of the fandom enough to stop keeping up before it completed. but from the last thing i remember of it, i would maybe consider writing a oneshot sequel to it that follows Victor and Yuuri after they escape, and has maybe a moment where one of them has a breakdown remembering what they experienced and the other works them through it. idk. like i said i haven't read it in years so details are so fuzzy. but. yeah!!! as i was trying to think what i would do, this story popped into my head so :]

[ writer ask game ]

[rigormortisorwhatever]

sorry. im really over this.

three years i was kind, thoughtful, respectful, went out of my way to make sure he felt seen and included and loved. begged him all the time to communicate with me. he told me countless times he understood my trauma snd struggles and that i would work on it if he ever spoke up about something i did wrong.

i tried to set a boundary last week that was completely within my right to do so, he felt it infringed on his free will, i felt like it was a boundary that i could not function in the relationship without. when i told him i would leave if the boubdary wasn’t accommodated, he blocked me with no warning and decided i had always been this horrible manipulative monster to them.

there are lies being spread about me that i made him lose friends because i was jealous. i told him ONE time that there was someone he really should not be friends with because their behavior was creepy and invasive, and he had said multiple times how uncomfortable he was with this person so it made me uncomfortable that they were still in his life. he cut ties and continued to shit talk this person to me up until we fell out, when he ran right back to them.

there are lies being spread about me that i groomed him into a relationship and would require touch without his consent. i specifically would constantly ask if anything i did was okay, and our relationship was nowhere NEAR romantic or sexual. the qpr was wanted by him BEFORE I EVEN CONSIDERED IT, i was just the first person to say something. any affection was done with explicit consent beforehand, and if he at any point asked for it to stop, i would stop without any problem. i CONSTANTLY encouraged him to be himself and not let himself submit to the view of others, and did my best to make sure he felt like he was enough as he was. he always told me how much i helped him grow and be more comfortable with his identity and more authentic to himself.

there are lies being spread that i did not respect his privacy in our relationship. which is completely untrue on all levels. i cant even imagine a time where this could have been misinterpreted as that. that straight up was a nonexistent scenario. yes, i did end up seeing his story posts on his private account after the fallout. that was a poor decision on my part, but i did NOT log myself into any accounts of his to see it nor did i look through his dms, save for one notification i saw from a person who was seemingly siding with me.

he says he put his all into this relationship and it wasn’t enough? he was not the one who slaves my life away in a very demanding and high functioning customer service job for 40 hours a week for months and months on end just so i could save up every penny to move three states away from everything ive ever known and love to live in a state where the only people i knew were him and the people associated with him for the main reason of him not having to room with a stranger. yes of course i wanted to live with him very badly, but this was also a FAVOR i was doing for him so he could live in the place he wanted to for half the rent i had to pay. i spent several hundreds of dollars to fly out and visit him before that, having 12 hour travel days and getting up at 4-6 am to do so, but he was always incredibly reluctant to put the effort into visiting me. i had to pay entirely for one of the only three times he did so.

there were no warning signs. i have literally thoroughly read every single message between us since like april, before we ever had our first fight, and there were no warning signs that he was uncomfortable with me. at all. there was no communication when he cut ties. he didnt even talk to me face to face, and the phone call was as short as possible with barely any explanation as to why this was happening with zero specifics or examples. if he is going to use his ptsd as a scapegoat for why he has a hard time communicating, then i am allowed to use my autism and bpd as mine for why the customs of relationships do not come naturally to me. his communication barriers are NOT my burden to bear and i am sick and tired of them being forced to be.

i have solid concrete evidence of all of this too. every receipt.

this situation was handled so, so poorly. by both of us, but the start of the poor handling was on his side.

i am deeply upset that there are so many of you unwilling to understand that this is not black and white villain and victim, this is a complex personal matter between us. yes, i understand the ways i may have been hurtful, but NOTHING severe enough to warrant this behavior towards me.

[notesofnoone]

Today has been kind of a rough one, my psyche said I should make this blog and start putting my thoughts and feelings in a blog or whatever... well see.

To start iv been struggling with someone I'm not sure if I can say "care" about anymore... i still want them to be safe and healthy, and would be devastated if anything bad happend to them. But... I feel like it would be better to explain the begging of our relationship first.

We had met online and started seeing each other on a rare basis before things started to move a bit farther and we started hanging out on a regular basis, after a while i basicly spent more time at there place than my own. One day I had got in an argument with a family member that caused me to end up moving out of the house with them.

I had options, not many but I had them. Either move with a different family member out of state or move 3 hours out of town to a different city with a childhood friend. He didn't like either of these options and basicly started begging me to just move in here with them. Now I didn't want to at first, it didn't feel like a smart option, we had only known each other for about a year and a half at that point so it's not like we knew each other super well just yet... I ended up letting them convince me.

Things weren't bad at first, the arrangement was nice. I took care of most the cleaning, cooking, and household repairs. In return I didn't have to pay rent, though I would throw money into the house in many other ways through repair work and what not... point is things where good and we where getting along great, even had alittle fun hear and there with each other. Then after about 6-7 months he accepted some foreign exchange students, before I didn't have a problem taking care of everything, but that was just 2 people. I didn't really have any say in them moving in and that's fine, it's not my house but I wasn't told "if I have other people move in you'll also be taking care of them."...

Soon, everything I said or any opinion I had was wrong, no matter what logic it was based on. Eventually, every time I looked at them, if we met eyes, they would give me a passive-aggressive "what do you want?" Eventually, I started slacking on house chores, feeling tired of being the only one cleaning up after four fully grown men. One day I decided to ask him if he can talk to the students and ask if they could maybe pitch in around the house but nothing ever changed. I asked another day if we could sit and my "friend" and I but it just got turned around. I got told the attitude, the distancing, feeling like no matter what I do or say I'll get told I'm wrong... was all delusion, that because I suffer from mental illness that nun of it could actually be happening... And I do suffer from mental illness, I spend alot of energy focusing on things say and how i say it. I have to spend alot of energy on what other people say to me and how they say it... or even just how they look at me... after that I stopped "putting out" the dirty looks got worse and they often will come downstairs at 10:00pm to chew me out about something not being dun, when again there are 3 other people in the house who can take out the bins once in a while. Soon I started sleeping on the couch down stairs because he had begun to shit talk friends of mine whenever i said I wanted to go hang out with them especially 1 friend in particular they had never met...

I guess it's important to know the nature of our relationship, it's not like we where dating ever. Iv only dated a couple times and I wasn't a fan, it's not like monogamy is a bad thing it's more like... I feel love for many people and I like to share it freely... I think they wanted more and kept it burried deep down instead of saying something...

Anyway, I'm getting tired and would like to go lay back down to sleep... I kind of woke up in a panic attack, downloaded this app, and started writing. I also don't know how to end this, so I'ma just leave it here. 😐

[sex-andthe-city]

lovesick

this simple word has so many meanings. for me, im stressed about school, balancing work, school, and relationships on top of everything. The beginning of a single era often comes with cynicism and disinterest in every man you come across. I feel broken somehow, am i done with dating?

The truth is, I only one want man. one i have already confessed to-- and likewise. it should be easy right? no, try again. coming out of a terrible 2 year relationship, I wasn't ready for him. I was clouded with negativity, a terrible attitude towards dating and I was scared to hurt him. he finds a new girl, and now im ready. how can we manage being friends with someone we love, especially when they are in a relationship?

This question has been weighing on me daily, hourly even. overthinking a small good morning or how was your day text. so what do we do? we stop overthinking every small action, we write, we laugh, we hang out with friends. its easier said than done, because no matter what, when my head hits the pillow, i think about the words we exchange daily.

The truth is, romantic gestures have been overplayed in media. a large gesture, especially when someones in a relationship is ridiculous and disrespectful. we have to sit and wait our turn no matter what. ive known this man for 4 years and have loved him for half of that. it took me long enough to confess and i still wasn't ready. the truth is, it is lovesickness. acting out of line because of a human experience, one that plays out in a large portion of human emotions.

even this entry is long incoherent mess, how does one tackle the feeling of lovesickness without obsessing, frantically pouring out every emotion youre feeling? I guess we will see as time progresses.

[intertexts]

OKAY YOU ASKED FOR THIS . TALKING ABOUT MY FAVORITE BAND EVER THAT I CAN NEVER GET ANY OF MY FRIENDS INTO BECAUSE THEYRE SO SPECIFIC AND WEIRD. VIBRATING LIKE A DOG IN YOUR INBOX. only band ive ever known where i can put their entire discography on shuffle and not skip any of them. i like every cretaure feature song out there theyre so awesome.

OKAY OKAY SPECIFIC HIGHLIGHTS THAT I THINK U SHOULD LISTEN TO .

every day is halloween << this is their most recent song! they released it as a single october 2023 and i was SO EXCITED bc they hadnt released a song in like. 3 years until then. its very silly and bouncy and the way he sings halloweeeen is so fun to me

grim grinning ghosts << yes the song from haunted mansion. i like this cover more than the original if you can believe it :]

GOREY DEMISE << this one is on greatest show unearthed so youve probably already heard it but im highlighting it again because i like it a lot. for YEARS ive wanted to do an october art thing where i draw each of the letters but i havent gotten around to it yet. maybe one day (going to steer clear of greatest show unearthed bc youve heard it but also quick shoutout to how to serve man cannibalism anthem <3)

dr.sawbones << my one worm post that blew up a couple weeks ago was talking about my oc sawbones who i have still not drawn yet. he is basically just this song personified bc i like it so much

dem bones << ALSO FUN AND BOUNCY i like the backing track in this one a lot

the greatest show unearthed returns << fun sequel song :] also fun fact about this and the one before it. my favorite danny phantom villain is named freakshow and his whole thing is that hes ringmaster of an evil goth carnival and i associate these songs with him so much they are basically inseparable at this point.

finally shouting out slashback video and v.h.s.o.s because theyre instrumentals and i really like them :]

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW THIS IS GETTING LONG. DUDE IM NOT KIDDING I COULD TALK ABOUT EVERY SONG THEYVE EVER MADE . AUGH. GOOD BAND. once september rolls around i start listening to my halloween playlist on a loop and its like 9 and a half hours long specifically because i have the entire creature feature discography in there

MACKERELMORE. dude. dude. holding u by the shoulders looking into ur eyes. im literally a weird fucking goth i fucking LOVE this shit this is like my fucking lifeblood i will be ur specific weird creature feature friend i PROMMY this is SUCH a little bowl of seeds for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THESE R ALL SO GOOD. BTW. i like dr sawbones & gorey demise tons especially..... goes so hard... everything off american gothic goes so hard... yeayayaya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for SURE i will b looping these u fucking know it dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[familyvideostevie]

Steve taking care of you when you're sick. He'd be so sweet and soft with you.

this is self-indulgent bc ive got cramps right now, so here's a wee blurb of steve being lovely to you when you're on your period! fem!reader, fluff __

You cuddled in bed for an early evening nap about an hour ago and blink awake to the soft sounds of the TV through the closed door. It's almost dark out and the passage of time is disorienting for a second.

The day has been a wash. You've done everything you needed to and no more but your sour mood and achy body make you feel rather useless. The persistent dull pain in your abdomen and lower back makes every position uncomfortable and you know there's not much to be done but hope it fades soon.

But it sounds like Steve is home. He must have popped his head in and seen you sleeping and known to leave you alone -- you'd warned him yesterday that you were liable to be a bit testy until your period finished. He's never minded.

So you know he won't mind you now. The TV sounds only a bit louder when you open the door -- he clearly kept it low -- and see him spread out on the couch watching a nature documentary. You shuffle your feet and he tilts his head back immediately to look at you over the arm of the couch. A slow smile spread across his upside-down face before his brows draw in worry.

"There she is," he says. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I tried to keep it low."

You walk towards him, fingers tracing the shape of his face when you reach the couch. "No," you tell him as he closes his eyes for a second at your touch. "Well, yeah. But it was time to get up anyway." He reaches up to bracket your wrist with his long, warm fingers and slowly brings your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss on your palm. It's an uncharacteristically tender gesture from him. Not that Steve isn't tender with you all the time -- he just isn't always so forward with it. Except when you're not doing well.

"How are we feeling?" he asks. We. Like your pain is his, like he can take it from you if he so chooses. Like you're a team against anything that hurts. Which, you think, you certainly try to be. You wrinkle your nose and consider how your traitorous body.

"Better than this morning," you say. "Cramping still." He starts to sit up to undoubtedly find you some painkillers or a heating pad but you put a hand on his chest before he can get very far. "Can we just..." you begin. "Just sit on the couch? Order takeout, maybe?"

Steve settles back into the cushions and nods. "My plans tonight are to be wherever you want me." You complete your journey around the sofa as he keeps talking. "And I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer if you want." He makes a grabby motion at you. "Well? Are you gonna come here or what?"

You laugh, but another wave of pain washes over your lower half and you wince. Steve all but pulls you down into the couch on top of him. He lets you adjust yourself, legs tangling with his and your ear on his chest, right above his heart, so it beats in your ear as look at the TV. You wiggle your hands under his back so you're holding him tight.

"Comfortable?" he asks, amused. You hum. "Do you want me to--"

"Yes," you say into his sweater. Steve knows the drill by now. One hand settles itself on your neck, gently stroking your hair. He slides the other under the soft material of your sweatshirt, palm flat. His pinky and ring finger dip below the waistband of your sweatpants so he's covering as much of your sore lower back as he can. And he's so warm. It still hurts, sure, but it hurts less because of Steve. Or at least that's what you've decided.

"What're we watching?" you mumble. He lightly kisses the top of your head. "Can you turn it up?" He reaches for the remote, careful not to shift you too much.

"Penguins. You'll probably cry."

You scoff. "So will you." He laughs and it vibrates your whole body. "PIzza later?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he says, voice soft. "Except mushrooms."

You know if you looked up he'd be grinning. You squeeze his torso in retaliation. "How dare you keep a girl from her vegetables!" you tease.

"If you had good taste I wouldn't have to." His fingernails scrape your scalp lightly and you hum again, enjoying the banter and his touch.

"I love you," you say. Steve knows it, you tell him so every day. But you love him extra right now as he tries to fend off your cramps and teases you about your pizza toppings.

"And for some reason I love you even though you like mushrooms," he replies, but you hear his heart pick up just a bit under your ear.

[woniebunny]

TWILIGHT WOLFPACK|| HOW YOU MET/HOW THEY IMPRINTED PT 1

A/N: Hello! Ive decided to start writing some wolf pack preferences/imagines and hopefully some fics as I don't really see many new ones and Im tired of reading the same stories over and over again hehe. Please feel free to comment any advice or ideas you may have as I would greatly appreciate the feedback! I really hope you guys enjoy!

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SAM ULEY

You met Sam when he accidentally phased in front of you while you were heading to the cliff you always went to when you were deep in thought. You grew up on the Reservation and had heard about him and seen him a handful of times at school but never actually met or spoke to him. When you saw him you froze and didn't know what to do and you could tell Sam was freaking out about being caught. Slowly you started walking towards him taking small steps as not to spook him until he looked into your eyes and you felt like everything stopped and suddenly you weren't so worried anymore and gently ran your fingers through his fur. He slowly backed away and went behind a tree to phase back and once he came out he explained everything to you. It took you some time to get used to it but you grew to love and support each other and would do anything for each other. Once the other members started phasing you took on the role of being the pack mom and a safe place for all of the boys and they loved you

JARED CAMERON

You were best friends with Kim and did everything together, you didn't have the best relationship with your family but she was like your sister and the most important person in your life..she was all you needed. You met Jared in class and worked with him a few times on group projects always with other classmates. You thought he was nice and funny but never gave him much thought as you knew how much Kim liked him. Once he phased and started attending school again you were paired together for a project again. You turned to ask him what topic you guys should do and when he looked into your eyes he froze and started acting weird but you brushed it off to him being out for so long. Over the next few weeks you noticed how close you guys were getting and his constant effort to be your friend and the sinking feeling of guilt you had because of Kims feelings and not wanting to hurt her. As an attempt to protect your friendship you slowly distanced yourself from him, despite you not wanting to admit that it did hurt a bit as you've grown to care for the class clown.

PAUL LAHOTE

You grew up next door to Paul since he moved from Tacoma, Washington at the age of 7 while you were 6. You quickly became best friends and protective of the other especially with your home lives. Having only one parent did make your childhood a bit difficult but at least you guys had each other. Once Paul started experiencing the symptoms to phase you noticed the increased anger in him and it worried you. You guys told each other everything and the fact you felt like you couldn't help hurt you so much. The day he phased you happened to have went over to his house to check on him. Seeing him answer the door dripping in sweat and shaky you immediately grabbed him and took him to his room to lay down. In the middle of you taking care of him Sam showed up to help him with the shift and all you could do was watch your other half screaming in agony and pain as he phased. Once he phased back you ran to him and held him as you comforted him and as soon as you made him look at you to whisper reassurances you knew you would never lose him. He was your forever.

EMBRY CALL

You and Embry have known each other your entire lives. Embry’s mum and your mum were pregnant at the same time and met during one of their ultrasound appointments and became best friends. Being single mums, it made it easy for them to get along and understand each other. For as long as you could remember Embry was your other half and always protected you and cared about you. Starting highschool together just enhanced your bond. Hence after 2 days of not hearing from Embry brought you to approaching his friends Quil Ateara and Jacob Black. You didn’t really know the boys too well but knew he hung out with them a lot. Once they told you he was out sick and was acting weird, you knew you had to check on him. When you showed up at his house sadly you were turned away by his mum, who said he was too sick to be around at the moment and she would let you know when you could see him. After 2 weeks of what felt like torturing and worrying about him you decide to check on him again. When you showed up you saw him and Paul Lahote walking out of the forest line towards his house and ran to meet him. “Embry are you okay? What happened? Where the hell have you been and why have you not said anything? I thought we tell each other everything? Do you know how worried I’ve been about you the past few weeks?”. You could tell he was gonna try and brush you off based on his expression but as soon as he looked in your eyes you saw his expression change to awe. Embry felt so relieved that he imprinted on you but guilty for making you worry about him. Luckily he can tell you everything now and wouldn’t have to stay away from you ever again.