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fgcz · 3 months

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Lucky Paradise

This will be unapologetic, absolute word vomit. Literally just noted down every thought that popped into my head as I read.

There might be spoilers, but I'm trying to keep it a bit vague.

X. "Do you ever look at a guy and think he's really hot?" That's called a crush Ho-in. It's only gonna get worse.

X. Just reaching in to adjust his t-shirt over the mark was so smooth. God damn.

11. "What's he doing here?" Taesoo you asshole. Like he's not allowed to have people over??

13. I don't quite get why Chunwoo is still sleeping with him if he's so irritated with him. That's probably just an opinion based on my views on sexual relations though.

14. Of course the wet dream. Why not.

Subconsciously realising that suddenly his crush has hope opens all the flood gates.

15. You could just explain to him that you still feel really embarrassed but you really want to hang out in the future?

16. Just grab him. Ugh. Say anything.

17. Did not make me feel good. Nope. Bleh.

18. Uhhhh.. Well you definitely boarded that train. Smooooth. Also, asking people questions when they're out of it is sometimes the best way to get proper answers.

... He kinda has? Just, you know, unintentionally..

19. Congratulations. You're bisexual.

20. [Announcement voice] "Gonna need some trash cleanup in X classroom!"

Crying makes you feel better. It's ok.

Oh no. Take the phone away!

21. Woojin best friend of the year right there.

22. So "there is no next time" sounds a bit harsh, but it's also fair. It's not just Ho-in suffering because of this.

Couldn't have started from the beginning instead of just all the worst parts??

23. Are you saying Chunwoo is a female mantis? Good job for the truth though. And the courage.

Aaaaand tossed! That puppy Ho-in is so fucking cute though.

They're just trading the stress back and forth at this point.

24. Puppies shouldn't have cake. Earl grey cake sounds amazing though won't lie.

Ah yes, speed walking away from the track star. Poor planning.

"Can't we just try it out?" Holy shameless!

When your hasty (my phone turned this into gay at first, which, also right.) plans backfire splendidly.

......... I'm blushing. Jesus. The hand on the back of his neck. Speaking directly by his ear.

Oh.. Ouch. Now I know why he's still sleeping with him at least.

25. More shamelessness. Though sometimes you gotta take a risk to gain something.

Aaaaaaaabs. And those thighs too.

Puppy!

I'm thinking option 5. On Ho-in

Second catch went both better and worse simultaneously.

Maybe take a chill pill Taesoo..

26. Ooooo. Snarly, angry face on Ho-in. I like it.

He's not yours Taesoo.. If you wanted to be that possessive you should have made him yours a long time ago.

That little pitiful performance was worthy of an oscar. Begging to be protected lol.

27. I feel like a therapist might have some thoughts about an offer like that..

Damn...

28. Just tell him you're nervous, not backing out.

Tomato!

Kitten licks.

Ho-in is really going for it. Seemingly not getting any complaints either.

I seem to have a thing for very blushy 2D faces recently.

Definitely greedy. Proved his point immediately after saying it.

29. Those are some really long legs.

Expressive tops, yes please. Visual and auditory if you would.

30. Fox!Ho-in.

Maybe not pressure, but that sure looks like some guilt..

He does look really good with that piercing.

31. Depends entirely where that guilt is directed. Of course he would avoid you if the guilt is because of you.

That's not what he asked Taesoo.

Oh wow. That silence was so painful.

Make sure someone actually wants you to leave before you go.

32. Stereotypical school crushes.

33. I do feel sorry for Taesoo but he's still being a dick. Had there been any mention at this point of him feeling anything besides attraction??

This is why communication is so fucking important. It's one of the hardest things to ever do, but you have to open your mouth and talk.

34. I had hoped he called for emotional support but maybe not...

I was quietly chanting to myself to please say no, but that's also some decent reasoning he gave there so.

35. Ho-in is whole green forest at this point, I swear.

Emotional support sex. Done in a fairly healthy way too?

36. Ho-in is really just falling for Chunwoo all over isn't he. How many times is this now?

Hypocrite! And Ho-in has good after sex manners.

Foxy Ho-in is back

The bunnies! The puppies!! Aaaahhhhh so cute!

37. Time to run Ho-in.

The face of a man who is about to face doom. Also, idiot. Just tell the truth.

Daaaamn. What did Chunwoo do in the military?

That puppy plush is adorable and I want one too.

Chunwoo doesn't have fun. Ho-in has too much fun.

Chunwoo might need a leash.

38. And there's little puppy Ho-in again. Excited big puppy Ho-in too I see.

Makeover time!

Stop staring at his cleavage Ho-in.

39. Does that count as slapping himself with it?? Should've been more careful.

That POV.

The not so surprise tackle.

40. Does this make Ho-in a service top?

And the giant puppy is back. Even begging for pets too.

Chunwoo looks like he's having a happy death.

41. These two seems pretty well matched in bed.

It was at some point after this that I just got so absorbed in reading that I forgot about taking notes so I left it.

However I just hit chapter 79....

I expected most of the stuff that's happened so far. I was not ready for this. I actually feel a bit grossed out about it

I love Jiwoo. He's amazing.

Taesoo..... I do feel a bit sorry for him in the end.

Uhhh... Help..

Absolutely adorable.

Hah! The epilogue where Chunwoo is gaming with his teammates. I know the discord interface when I see it.

I hate the episodes with Woojin and Chunwoo. They did NOT need to pile on that much just to make the situation worse.

The fortune teller made me cackle. Gay, confirmed. Compulsive heterosexuality?

#lucky paradise #럭키 파라다이스 #manhwa #things i've read

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stevishabitat · 9 months

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33 Things People Don't Realize You're Doing Because of Migraine

So, in partnership with The Daily Migraine, we asked their community as well as our Mighty community to share things other people don’t realize they’re doing because of migraine. Maybe some of these will sound familiar to you, too.

Here’s what the communities shared with us:

1. “Wearing sunglasses indoors. It’s not to act like a rock star, far from it.”

2. “Communicate through texts because talking and holding a conversation hurts. With texting I don’t have to respond immediately. I can also just type ‘migraine’ and they get it.”

3. “Refuse to get out of bed (for which I get called lazy, when I’m really just in too much pain and too nauseous to move).”

4. “I look like I’m fluffing my hair, scratching my head or adjusting my ponytail, but I’m really just trying to relieve pressure on my head. Sometimes I hold my nose because I smell things so intensely. I do so many things that probably make people think I’m odd, but they’re just coping mechanisms.”

5. “I get really cranky, and people might think I’m being mean. It just hurts to listen or talk. It’s not something you did, it’s just my head.”

6. “I pause for an unusually long time because the word I’m trying to say has escaped me.”

7. “Pretty much everything I do is calculated risk. I choose to do something, and I have to weigh the odds that I may end up with a migraine afterwards.”

8. “Blankets over all the windows. My dad came over the other day and said ‘Jeez, you live like a vampire,’ and I could only shrug. Not by choice, Dad. I miss open windows and sunshine.”

9. “Not eating. Not many people outside of the chronic illness/migraine world understand how much migraines affect your whole entire body. It can make you vomit or, if you’re like me, it can make you feel just nauseous enough that you won’t throw up but you can’t hardly eat or drink a single thing for a day or two without making it so much worse.”

10. “I slouch. Sitting straight up hurts my neck, because my head feels heavy. People always say, ‘Sit up straight, posture’s important.’ I can’t all the time, and sometimes people judge.”

11. “Looking unkempt because I don’t want to touch my hair or face. Appearing lazy because the fatigue is intense.”

12. “I go for walks a lot while at work. I work under fluorescent lights and in front of a computer screen, so my only real option is to get out of the building and stop looking at the screen under the fluorescent lights. Plus, I can’t usually go home sick because quite frankly I have a migraine 24/7.”

13. “Pillow over my face no matter how dark it is in my room. Sometimes I’ll just hide under my blankets. Oftentimes I will feel so sick from just turning over in bed or walking to the washroom. I can’t even handle candlelights when I’m at my worst.”

14. “Move very slowly, kind of frozen and unresponsive. Blank unfocused stare.”

15. “I’m sure [people] don’t realize I drink 90 oz. of water as fast as possible to stay on top of the pain. [They] probably just think I’m extra thirsty… So many weird rituals when you are a migrainista like me.”

16. “I angle myself so the other person is blocking the light source during a conversation, especially if we’re outside in the sun.”

17. “Hold hands with my husband so I don’t fall. Most people just think we are being a sweet couple.”

18. “I turn my head from side to side a lot to try to stretch out my neck and shoulders, or crack my neck for the illusion of relieving migraine pressure.”

19. “Making sure I eat at least three decent meals a day. People think I’m strange that I schedule things around my eating schedule but if I don’t eat a migraine will hit me hard.”

20. “I live in a very dark house. I get migraines almost daily so it is always dark. I have blackout curtains and a dimmer so I can keep the light as low as whatever is comfortable. Whenever we have company over, they always comment on how dark our house is.”

21. “Disappear from social media, not responding to phone calls and text messages. The light off of my phone, iPad and laptop would hurt my eyes and worsen my migraine. So I usually just turn them off.”

22. “I rub my hand or a pen up and down my upper arm in order to give myself something else to focus on when my aura starts to come on.”

23. “I speak very softly. It hurts to talk at a normal volume. I have stopped singing in the choir. To me, it sounds like I am yelling and my own voice may trigger a migraine.”

24. “I grind my teeth a lot during a migraine. Also, I walk around with a ‘false’ face on trying to pretend everything is alright.”

25. “I often have the habit to look down as I walk or do anything… not really because I’m ‘shy’ but because I can’t handle much light.”

26. “Using pressure points on my neck and sometimes head to temporarily alleviate (or distract from) my migraine. It can appear as frustration, laziness or boredom, I’ve been told.”

27. “I get really quiet and antisocial if I’m in a social setting and start blinking a lot when I notice the beginning of the headache coming on.”

28. “Always turning down the radio/music in the car – sound is a trigger – and thus being the ‘party pooper’ to the jam sessions. And concerts are a complete absolute no-go, unfortunately.”

29. “[I] mess up my words, become unable to speak and speak in a manner where people who don’t know me would assume I’m drunk.”

30. “Slowly rocking myself back and forth, especially when the nausea hits. I don’t know why but sometimes it’s soothing.”

31. “I knead at my neck and use smelly balms. I also go to the bathroom to run cold water on my face. I have to pretend I don’t want chocolate or an adult beverage when things are flaring up, when I really want one. I have to nap when it acts up, leave work early for doctor appointments. The worst surprisingly is yawning though. People think I am disinterested or don’t care, but it is often an early sign for me to take some meds with caffeine and prepare to either go home or jury rig myself to get through the rest of the day.”

32. “Wearing a hat inside. The lights in many buildings can cause worse migraines than the sun. People seem to just assume I’m rude for wearing a ball cap inside, especially at restaurants. Trust me, I wish the lighting didn’t increase migraines too.”

33. “Rub my forehead. I also may be eating a mint or honey candy for the nausea, or just food to try and prevent me from getting a migraine. I have to listen to my body in a way others may not because being tired/hungry/stressed can lead to a migraine.”

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averbaldumpingground · 5 years

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They could have met at the the dog park (him with his hyper cairn terrier, her with her lazy, old vizsla), or by the rowing machines at the gym (her headphones blasting death metal, him halfway watching the news). They could have met at the grocery store (he felt up all of his peaches, she sniffed tomatoes and stared, for too long, at canned soup), or in a line at the Starbucks (her texting memes at her sister, him contemplating the extra whipped cream), or at the trivia night at the bar (she got the sports questions right, he put his English degree to good use). They could have met but they didn’t (she threw her old dog a frisbee, he got his produce delivered). She wondered what he would be like. He thought she had a nice smile.

#June 25 2019 #Crap.#I tried several dailyau prompts but it wasn't working.#I have no inspiration.#Just vomiting words at 11:33 to get this over with.#I have a soft sport for hunting dogs.#Wow this is one of the worst things I've ever written but I am so tired and not in a writing mood #and am not rewriting this because I don't have time.

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hqbaby · 3 years

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06. flirting 101 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 (𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Atsumu was a flirt.

He knew how to make hearts stop with one look, how to trigger a barrage of love letters with a single wink, how to make someone fall absolutely in love with him without even glancing in their direction.

He was a master in the art of flirting, just like Matisse was with a pair of scissors and Beethoven was with the piano.

So why did he feel so tongue-tied with you?

Granted, he was a little drunk (his words, not Suna’s) and he had spent the better part of the last hour crying over Kita’s baby corn (seriously though, how did he do it?) so he wasn’t exactly in peak flirting mode. Still, he had never been so bad at flirting as he was with you.

It wasn’t like the universe hadn’t arranged for the perfect first impression. In fact, it was quite literally the perfect way for him to have met you.

You were standing by the circulation desk at the only 24-hour library on campus wearing a dress that looked like it had been pulled straight from a fairytale. You looked weary, your hair that must have been perfectly done sometime that night was already in a state of disarray and your focus was drawn to your hands as they played with something he couldn’t quite see—but you looked perfect.

If anything, you looked like an angel who had just gotten off the bus from heaven. A mess, but a perfect one.

Atsumu, on the other hand, wasn’t too bad himself. Aside from his eyes being red and puffy from all the crying had just done (damn that perfect baby corn), he still looked very much the image of a boy heading to a college party for a properly fun time.

To Atsumu, everything about the scene was absolutely perfect. So how did he manage to get it so wrong?

It started when you offered him a polite smile of acknowledgement as he approached you at the desk. You slipped whatever you had been playing with into your pocket and glanced at the clock.

11:10 PM.

As he got closer and you realized that he looked like he had been crying, your lips parted in a quiet shock.

“Are you alright?” you asked him as he came up to the desk beside you.

Atsumu, who was still so wrapped up in his head over the fact that you looked stunning and that he had this terrifying urge to get to know who you were, gaped. Then, he blinked, slightly surprised to see that you were still there.

He’s really drunk, you thought to yourself, holding your laughter in because, as drunk as he was, he was still a stranger and you had a hunch that he wasn’t emotionally prepared to be laughed at.

Finally, he opened his mouth. And, as soon as he spoke, he wished that he could swallow his words and keep them deep in the pits of his stomach—or better yet, vomit them out with whatever else had gotten into his system that night and never see them again.

“Ya look like baby corn.”

To his surprise, you didn’t laugh, instead froze with your breath hitched in your throat.

You cleared your throat. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Atsumu shook his head, his face that was already red from alcohol now redder from what he had just deemed a good pick-up line for a girl like you. “Nothing,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual as he turned in panic to walk away. “Sorry.”

Then, suddenly, you grabbed his shoulder, holding him back. “What did you say?”

Atsumu turned back around to look at you as you stared at him with wide, almost pleading, eyes. You looked as if your life depended on his stupid spur-of-the-moment declaration and something in him said that he couldn’t just walk away from you and forget all about it.

“I said,” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he offered a sheepish smile. “That ya look like baby corn.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Oh,” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah,” Atsumu murmured, trying his best to avoid your gaze and realizing that, for some reason, he couldn’t help but look at you.

You snapped out of your daze and pulled your hand that was still resting on his shoulder away.

“Do you wanna go get some coffee?”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A drunken Atsumu and a weary-eyed Y/N meet for the first time in a 24-hour library.

𝐚/𝐧 : this chapter was so fun to write, i just love writing cheesy meet-cutes. i had two versions of this chapter, this one written from atsumu’s perspective and another from y/n’s, but i ultimately decided on atsumu because i felt like his side of their meeting made more sense. anyway, this has been a blast<33

☏ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦!

#hqbaby.td #hqbaby #haikyuu #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu smau #atsumu smau #haikyuu smau

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restapesta · 3 years

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"I thought...I thought something bad had happened to you" pls

mickey (17:54 PM): yo, asshole.

mickey (17:54 PM): where the fuck are you?

mickey (17:54 PM): gallagher.

mickey (17:55 PM): you're out buying lube, not fending off world hunger.

mickey (17:55 PM): the fuck is going on?

mickey (17:55 PM): get back home.

incoming call from mickey (17:57 PM)

incoming call from mickey (18:02 PM)

incoming call from mickey (18:06 PM)

mickey (18:07 PM): did you lose your phone or some shit.

mickey (18:07 PM): answer it, for fuck's sake

incoming call from mickey (18:12 PM)

incoming call from mickey (18:13 PM)

incoming voicemail from mickey (18:15 PM) - 0:39

—"Hey, where the fuck are you? It's lube, you can get it wherever, you don't need to go across the world. Come on, we'll use spit if you can't find it, you know I don't mind. I called Lip. Asked him if he was with you, just in case. If you decided to be an asshole and get drinks with him or some shit. Texted the group chat when he said no. It's making me kinda worried, so. Don't be an asshole. Come on, just...ugh, Gallagher, just let me know you're okay. Call me the fuck back."

mickey (18:16 PM): answer your fucking phone.

mickey (18:17 PM): please.

incoming call from mickey (18:19 PM)

incoming call from mickey (18:21 PM)

incoming voicemail from mickey (18:23 PM) - 0:11

—"Forget the fucking lube, you bitch. You won't be getting any, you fucking asshole. Just call me back or I'm filing for fucking divorce."

incoming voicemail from mickey (18:25 PM) - 0:17

—"Listen, I'm really worried. Just, please, whatever in the fuck you're doing right now, it doesn't matter, just text me back. Please, Ian. I love you."

mickey (18:27 PM): please just call me back.

incoming call from mickey (18:28 PM)

mickey (18:28 PM): you said you were going to the store. ian, it's been an hour.

mickey (18:29 PM): i'm losing my fucking mind over here

incoming voice mail from mickey (18:30 PM) - 0:08

—"If you don't answer within ten minutes, I'm calling Lip."

incoming call from mickey (18:31 PM)

incoming call from mickey (18:33 PM)

incoming voicemail from mickey (18:35 PM) - 0:06

—"Five minutes, Ian. Five."

incoming call from mickey (18:36 PM)

mickey (18:37 PM): ian.

mickey (18:37 PM): please.

mickey (18:38 PM): this isn't funny.

mickey (18:38 PM): two minutes.

He was there in one.

Trudging across the doorstep with sweat coating his face and a gauze-covered hand carrying a plastic bag, barely hanging by the tips of Ian's fingers.

Mickey could now breathe.

It didn't matter if something terrible had happened; if Ian had been hit by a fucking car or kidnapped by a cult, the man in question was here, alive, in front of him, nothing more but bandages covering small patches of skin.

Mickey could worry about what in the fuck happened later. Later when there weren't tears of relief pooling in his eyes, the metaphorical hands of Ian's absence finally lifting themselves off of his chest. They had been squeezing and squeezing until he couldn't catch his breath, lungs heavy as he tried so desperately to pull air in.

Ian was only supposed to be gone for ten minutes. Just ten minutes so they could have lube and after-sex snacks Ian would no doubt pick up on his way to the check-out aisle. But he had been gone for an hour.

An hour that Mickey spent biting his fingernails into bloody nothings. They hurt now—the skin was peeled off around it and his fingers were numbing with pain.

But Ian was here. He was home, and he was okay. His eyes were wild and his hair was ruffled but Ian was in one piece and that was all that fucking mattered.

"Hey," Ian let out simply as Mickey finally stood in front of him, rigid and relieved. He dropped the bag onto the floor beside his feet, and the bottle of lube that had been the cause of all this rolled out of it to the side.

Hey?

After the immediate relief upon seeing his husband was alive and well, came the familiar feeling of anger.

"You fucking asshole," Mickey let out as tears of frustration, and worry, and relief finally fell across his heated cheeks, the salt burning his eyes. He raised his palms and pushed them against Ian's chest, hard enough to make him sway on his feet, but not hard enough that he wouldn't be able to ball his fists into Ian's shirt and pull him in closer, so he could bury his face into it.

It smelled of smoke. Smoke so heavy Mickey had to pull his head away from the shirt so he wouldn't suffocate on it. He looked up, inquisitive, the tears drying on his skin, and he gazed into Ian's face, guilt-stricken and slightly shocked.

"What happened?" Mickey's voice was a whisper as he picked up Ian's hands that lay against his sides, inspecting the gauze that covered his wrists and palms.

"A fire in the store. A gas pipe burst and somebody was stupid enough to light a cigarette," He chuckled humorlessly. "There was a lady who couldn't get out fast enough, so I went back in to help. Got burned accidentally while trying to get out."

Went back in to help. Why was Ian always so good that he didn't care what happened to him? Why would he risk his life for somebody he didn't even know?

Stupid Gallagher.

Mickey loved him endlessly.

"That why you were gone for so long?"

"I needed to make a statement. Get the burns checked out."

Mickey eyed the hands in his own. He felt slightly nauseous seeing Ian hurt.

Was he in pain?

Please, let him not be in pain.

"Are they bad?" Mickey swallowed heavily.

"They'll take time to heal."

"The woman?"

Ian's eyes were clearer at the mention. Relaxed; proud. "She's good. If I hadn't been there—if I hadn't come back," He trailed off, leaving the obvious words unspoken.

Mickey resisted the urge to pull himself into Ian's chest again. Instead, he lifted a hand to palm his husband's right cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I'm sorry you were worried."

"I thought," Mickey's eyes burned again. "I thought something happened to you."

"Just a small hazardous fire." Ian smiled at him, teasing. "It wasn't life-threatening or anything."

Mickey punched him so hard in the bicep, he knew it would hurt for a while. He felt the rope curl around his throat again.

He had imagined it all.

All the worst possible scenarios had drifted through his mind, the worst being that Ian was lying dead in a ditch somewhere, where Mickey couldn't help him for shit—this was no fucking joke.

Ian had no fucking clue how it was. To be so fucking worried for his husband he felt like he'd vomit at any fucking given moment.

"Ow!" Ian yelped at the impact, clearly not expecting it. Mickey was back to fucking pissed again, tasting the tears again. He could've died.

Ian could've died.

"What the fuck do you think I'd do if something happened to you, huh?" He asked, unable to stop the anxiety from settling itself into his belly, unwelcome. "Do you think I'd be able to live with myself if I lost you?"

Ian's eyes softened.

"You didn't lose me, Mick, I'm here. I'm right here."

And the smoke be damned, Mickey let himself get pulled against his husband's chest, the strong arms engulfing him tightly.

Ian Gallagher, running into the fire, ever the hero.

Ian Gallagher, the love of Mickey Milkovich's life.

How would he ever be able to live without him?

I hope I never find out.

"I'm okay, Mick. I'm okay, it's okay."

Mickey inhaled, the feeling akin to cigarette smoke inside his lungs, burning him.

Ian was here. He was okay.

Fuck.

It would all be okay.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #shameless #shameless us #*ficlet #thank you anon for the ask

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cherry-blossom5243 · 2 years

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As I grow older, I encounter more and more questions about kids. Let's get one thing straight - I never had any maternal instincts nor have I ever wanted kids. They were never in any future plans and still are not. In fact, I don't even like kids! I absolutely hate when people say things like "oh but you will change your mind" blah blah or when they try to almost force it! It's absolutely ridiculous. Long story short, I want to start a thread of reasons not to have a child as I was recently asked for reasons. Well I already have over 100. Please feel free to continue in comments or reblogs.

Reasons NOT to have a child:

1. Exhaustion

2. Nausea

3. Being uncomfortable

4. 9 months of carrying it

5. Restricted movement

6. Kicks

7. Punches

8. Pussy tear

9. Possible ass tear!?

10. Possible C section

11. Possible complications

12. Responsibility FOREVER

13. Moneyyyyy

14. Something can go wrong at any time

15. Long hours in painful labour

16. No more freedom

17. Have to consider the child in all decision making

18. Can't freely travel

19. Can't freely go anywhere

20. Can't do whatever you want

21. Screaming!!!

22. They're selfish

23. Needy bastards

24. Unnecessary crying

25. What if I can't even comfort them

26. Waking up at all hours

27. Sleep deprivation

28. Dirty!

29. No more me time

30. No more us time

31. Can't work for a while

32. Will make haemorrhoids worse

33. My blood pressure is already low

34. My heart problems can make us both worse

35. Oxygen issues

36. Possible death of me and/or the baby

37. Teeth! I don't wanna lose them!

38. Nutrients thief

39. Hip problems forever

40. More stretch marks

41. Body shape changes

42. Flappy boobs

43. Flat ass

44. Increased weight

45. Swollen ankles

46. Swollen legs

47. Swollen fingers

48. Period issues during

49. Period issues after

50. Childbirth!

51. Costs upon costs for at least 18 years

52. Sore titties

53. What if I hurt it

54. It's so fragile

55. No proper sleep

56. No proper rest

57. I don't have the energy

58. I might pass on genetic conditions

59. Depression will get even worse

60. They might end up hating me

61. Might end up hating life and be just as depressed

62. Their vomit

63. Faeces

64. Will not want them in public in case they cry and are, well, like kids are

65. Tantrums

66. No time

67. Can't delve into many hobbies unrelated to the child

68. Teething

69. Doctors, doctors, doctors

70. Sex life??

71. Relationships?

72. Friends?

73. Work?

74. I dislike most children

75. I dislike many humans

76. Have to be conscious of every word, swears etc.

77. Have to act like a role model all the bloody time

78. Want a drink? Alcoholism? Judgement from others

79. Judged on how good am I as a parent

80. Constant "suggestions" from others on how to do things

81. Judged if I have other ways

82. Family will want to be even more involved and present

83. Vegetarian beliefs challenged further

84. Other views challenged

85. I like eating and doing stuff without having to mind another being first

86. Vomit will make me Vomit!

87. I like my personal space

88. I enjoy peace

89. I enjoy quiet time

90. I enjoy watching movies etc. Without distractions

91. I like it just being me, my partner, and our furry family

92. I want animals (unlike kids), which are much better and as much a part of the family as a human would be

93. Have to wipe their ass for a few years!

94. Wiping noses

95. Endless cleaning

96. I'm grossed out by stinky little kids

97. I don't think I have enough patience

98. I like tidy places - kids certainly won't help with that!

99. What if I don't love it? Don't have any maternal feelings towards them?

100. Even further lowered self-esteem

101. My mental health issues will certainly take another beating

102. I just don't want them!!!

#i dont want kids

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httpknjoon · 3 years

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my tumblr year in review

I posted 91 times in 2021

24 posts created (26%)

67 posts reblogged (74%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.8 posts.

I added 108 tags in 2021

#bts fluff - 14 posts

#bts imagine - 12 posts

#bts x reader - 12 posts

#bts angst - 12 posts

#httpknjoon - 12 posts

#bts au - 11 posts

#bts smut - 11 posts

#bts series - 10 posts

#our little private love affair - 8 posts

#bts scenario - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#taehyung established relationship

My Top Posts in 2021

small world | pjm

plot | You attended a relative’s wedding with your child as the ring bearer. Unbeknownst to you, someone estranged is also showing up at the said wedding. Leading to a disclosure of a longtime secret.

words | 4.5k

genres | oneshot, fluff, (major?) angst

pairing | jimin x single mom!reader

warnings | language, alcohol, mentions of sex, vomitting, abortion

author’s note | i watched mamma mia (again) yesterday and thought of this plot. it can be crack, fluff, angst. in that order lol. i was carried away in the last part. but it’s the same universe as (re)starting over again. also, unedited. forgive me with some errors. anyways, let me know your thoughts. enjoy reading!

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(re)starting over again | kth; 1

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 4.3k

genres | fluff, angst

pairing | taehyung x reader

warnings | mentions of blood, leukemia, amnesia, dui, oc is a nurse

note | unedited. like, raw writing. i’ll edit whenever i can. a lot of marvel. author’s note is below.

masterlist | next

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dogs can keep secrets, right? | jjk

plot | You and Jungkook decided to adopt a dog. When your friends met your dog for the first time, they cannot help but to notice how Bam and Jungkook became close pretty much quickly.

words | 1.6k

genres | fluff, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

warnings | none

note | my first drabble entry for my our little private love affair series! hope you’ll enjoy reading it. let me know your thoughts!

main masterlist | drabble series masterlist

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backseat bickers | jjk

plot | In which you ended up in the backseat of your brother’s car after a disaster date, beside his best friend. The most hated person of yours.

words | 1.7k+

genres | fluff, crack, enemies to ?????? (not really sure but totally sure that they are enemies)

pairing | brother’s bestfriend!jungkook x reader

warnings | immature jungkook and mc, language, implied sex

note | this is a product of my impulsive writings. i don’t even know if i can categorize this as fluff. any errors you see, i say sorry in advance.

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our little private love affair | jjk; masterlist

plot | You and Jungkook have been dating for almost two years now. It sounds normal and great except you two have been keeping it behind everyone’s back. A bunch of scenarios happens as you and Jungkook tries to keep your relationship in private.

genres | fluff, angst, crack, smut, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | just a bunch of drabbles/scenarios. there’s a big chance that these didn’t happen in order. below are the titles/prompts. drabbles will be posted in a random order. taglist is open. asks are open :))

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jaxsteamblog · 3 years

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Flirt

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Katara straightened her crown in the mirror, turning her head side to side to make sure it was straight. Her wavy hair had resisted the pin, and the thickness certainly fought the top knot, but she had eventually managed to get the thing on.

“Are you sure it doesn’t look silly?” She asked.

Zuko came into view behind her, sliding his hands around her sides to hold her lightly.

“As silly as mine does in modern clothes.” He replied and kissed her soundly on the cheek.

“I don’t think it’s made for hair like mine.” She muttered.

“Sounds like a design flaw, not a you flaw.”

“Mmm.”

“Mmm?”

“MMM.”

Zuko kissed her cheek again and backed away. The loops usually at the side of her face had been pulled back to start a simple sort of braid. The beads were still present, and she was wearing her necklace, but the crown stood out as an accessory.

“I know it’s a flame, but doesn’t it look a bit like a crescent moon?” He asked.

“That’s a stretch.” Katara said.

Skittering claws came into the room and Katara turned as Druk bounded toward her. He was less than a year old but already the size of an adult owl cat. His wings were still clumsy and he could only fly short distances, yet his legs were powerful enough to send him racing down hallways.

He terrified the palace staff and greatly annoyed the also still alarmingly growing Mister Whiskers.

“Don’t.” Zuko warned both Katara and Druk. Both of them ignored him and Druk launched himself at Katara, making her stagger as she caught him.

“He can’t jump up on people like that.” Zuko grumbled. “It’s poor manners.”

“Aww, my sweet baby just wants attention.” Katara cooed, rubbed her nose against Druk’s snout. He smelled like soot and heat, and Katara cuddled his chest close to her face. He nipped at her crown and Zuko sighed in annoyance.

“A dragon shouldn’t be carried like a toddler. It’s undignified.” He said finally and Katara turned to him.

“How dare you say such a thing about our boy.” She said.

“This is why he’s a brat when you’re gone.”

“Of course, he misses his momma.”

“You both are deranged.”

Katara kissed Druk’s scaly head and set him down. The dragon hopped indignantly, blowing out bursts of flame.

“You know he’s going to be a terror when we have actual children.” Zuko said, holding out his arm. Katara linked to him and held on with her other hand.

“Why do we even need anymore? Let’s just crown Druk and the Fire Nation can have an actual dragon as it’s Fire Lord instead of making up all these fancy honorifics for you.” Katara said.

“If history is any indication, they might not tell the difference.” He agreed.

Walking out of their bedroom, Druk followed them closely. Having returned with a dragon, the court and the city of Caldera had changed its attitude toward Zuko. The rest of the world still thought dragons were extinct, so Druk was a miracle bestowed to their Fire Lord as a sign from the spirits. As they had all sworn an oath never to speak of Ran and Shaw, no one disabused people of that notion.

Now, even the prime minister had quelled his adversarial politics.

Ozai and Azula both had been recorded as having thrown massive fits about it.

Katara and Zuko headed toward the ballroom, watching with wry amusement as the staff jumped out of Druk’s way. When they reached the massive double doors, Katara called Druk and held him again, knowing that he didn’t do very well in large groups of people.

“Fire Lord, Fire Lady.” A member of the house staff jumped when he opened the door, seeing the royal couple on the other side.

“We wanted to see how everything was progressing.” Zuko said.

The man glanced at Druk, curled in Katara’s arms and she smiled back at him.

Being favored by a dragon was also helping her image at the palace as well.

“Of course.” The man said, stepping to the side.

Katara followed Zuko inside and looked around. While Zuko himself wasn’t overly interested in celebrating his birthday, there were expectations for the Fire Lord. These expectations somehow included the Water Tribe Ambassador rearranging all of the flowers.

A sour faced man approached them, bowing obviously to Zuko and leaving Katara in her place at his side.

“Is everything to your liking, Fire Lord?” He asked.

Zuko turned to Katara and idly scratched Druk’s crest.

“Lady wife?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Everything pales in comparison to the luminary beauty of yourself. I am unable to adequately judge these offerings with you standing so close to me.”

Katara smiled and had to keep herself from laughing.

“How can I do any better? The light of your loveliness blinds me to anything else.” She remarked.

“My most prudent and beloved queen, I beg that you give me some words to describe this room that does not degrade your glittering visage.”

“Oh honorable husband, for that you would have to leave my sight and I could not bear to stand in such darkness.”

“I think,” The sour faced man said bitterly. “I will have to trust the Fire Lady’s most esteemed brother then?”

“Sokka is a marvel, I think that might be best.” Katara said, wrinkling her nose and giving the man a patronizing look.

The man bowed to them both and walked back to the activity. Zuko did laugh softly then and Katara turned back to him.

“Light of my loveliness?” He asked.

“Glittering visage?” She countered.

“Hey, the words may have been stuffy, but they were still true.” He replied.

“So what words would you really use?” Katara asked.

“Hmm,” Zuko thought and took some of her hair in his hands. He stared at it as he rolled the strands under his fingers.

“I would start by saying how devious fate must be to make my love part ocean spirit as I most certainly am in danger of drowning when you’re around.” He started and twirled her hair around his fingers. “You take my breath away, but also, there are times when I don’t feel like coming up for air.”

“Zuko!” Katara whispered sharply, her face heating up in a flash.

Zuko only smiled and released her hair.

“I would say that thank the spirits you’re brilliant because I lose all sense when I look at your face, because your beauty is enough to make a fool of any man.” He continued. “And I’d quite like an opportunity to play the fool soon.”

“Spirits, you are brazen.” Katara said with a laugh. Her grip on Druk tightened and he squeaked in annoyance.

“Sorry Druk, I’m displacing you as your mother’s favorite.” Zuko said and scratched Druk’s neck.

“You are always my favorite.” Katara said. “No matter what season it is in the Poles, I only feel like the sun has returned when I’m with you.”

“I don’t see how I can compare when you are always the one lighting up the room.”

“I wish I could paint with ink the same shade as your hair so I could write every character with the same kind of elegance.”

“I wish I could train birds to sing in the same notes as your laughter so I could hear your joy every morning.”

“My laughter? I wish I could keep your voice with me because it soothes me better than the sound of a far off thunderstorm.”

“I am going to vomit all over the floor if you two don’t stop.” Sokka interjected.

Katara lowered her face, blushing, but Zuko chuckled.

“Aw come on! They were being really cute!” Thuy added as she approached from behind them.

The twins that hung around Thuy, who Zuko swore were harmless, watched them with different levels of interest. Suzu looked gleeful while Zula looked bored. Or mildly irritated. She was harder to read.

“I see my wife every other season. You’re lucky we’re out of our rooms at all.” Zuko said.

“Zuko!” Katara blurted while the three teenage girls burst out laughing. Sokka only sighed and tapped the heel of his hand against his forehead.

“Can we play with Druk, Auntie?” Thuy asked, changing the subject.

“Please.” Katara said, holding Druk out even as he clung to her in protest. “He needs to potty.”

“Thank you Auntie!” Thuy said and forcefully took the dragon, running off with him before he could break free of her grip. Suzu jogged after her and Zula walked stoically after.

“Okay you two, try to focus for long enough to look at these terrible centerpieces.” Sokka said. “I think I’ve managed to salvage them.”

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 4 years

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101 Open MHA Gen Prompts

I had a very long ask game where people gave me fake titles and I came up with fic ideas to go with them. Multiple people asked to use some of them as prompts, and some of my friends have lately maligned the lack of gen prompts out there, so I decided to compile them all into a single post. Almost all of these are gen, aka not shipping, but you can do what you want I’m not your boss. Everything is free and open to use WITH CREDIT, so have fun with my word vomit.

1. In Dreams I Had the Sun - Being the number one hero isn’t all it’a cracked up to be, Toshinori realizes early on

2. The Chainlink Fence that Held the Ocean - In his new book post-retirement, All Might opens up about his regrets, struggles with mental health, and his issues with the hero system as a whole. The backlash is swift and intense.

3. Welcome to the Loud Silence - After an injury, Izuku is rendered deaf.

4. Water Since Turned Red - After a villain attack nearly kills All Might, the beach where Izuku used to go to find comfort now feels tainted.

5. all scrap left untouched is bound together - A group hero students who failed the provincial license exam for the third time, effectively ending their careers before they start, get together to take revenge on UA’s first years who beat them out.

6. You’ve saved more more times than you know - Times All Might saved people without his powers, just by being a cool, nice dude.

7. No Amount of Tragedy Can Justify Your Actions - A dying All for One tries to justify his centuries of cruelty to an uncaring Toshinori.

8. To Leave a Cage Locked - One for All is conscious and has a will of its own, one that doesn’t always line up with Izuku’s wellbeing.

9. Okay, who let in the Kraken? - Izuku is the reincarnation of an ancient eldritch horror.

10. keep us alive up above - Izuku and Shigaraki get trapped together somewhere. Izuku knows he needs the villain’s help to survive and escape, but the other would rather they both die.

11. The world will revolve around me neither less - The ebbs and flows of AFO’s influence over the years.

12. More Roulette, Not Russian - Kids get their quirks swapped.

13. Patron Saints - Toshinori teaches a class about pre-quirk superhero comic characters and their influence.

14. Don't Come Back - Touya Todoroki’s first few weeks after a severe injury resulted in his father abandoning him.

15. The Blessed and the Fool - Toshinori meets up with a few of his ua classmates after retiring.

16. Not Your Sacrifice - Some of the other kids have started adopting some of Izuku’s self sacrificing habits and the teachers are concerned.

17. Break in the Storm - Villains use a power outage as an opening to break into ua.

18. One Day Those Consequences Will Finally Catch Up - Even though the teachers don’t take her concerns seriously, Inko saves every piece of evidence regarding people hurting her son.

19. a garden in their eyes - Izuku meets a fan who got injured after trying to step into a villain fight, just like he did, and it makes him question some things.

20. what could have been, if not for you - After Inko divorces him, Hisashi’s goes to the press to say All Might stole his wife and son.

21. Promised Misery - All Might finds out the severity of Bakugou’s bullying, and warns him he’s on thin ice with him.

22. Fly Up Higher, Blossom Brighter - Izuku has to write a paper for middle school about being positive, intercut with all the bullshit he has to deal with.

23. Libre Me from Hell - One of Izuku’s new quirks is spiral related.

24. No One to Blame but Yourself - Izuku’s kindness doesn’t extend to murderers, tragic backstory or not.

25. At Its Finest - Izuku accidentally gets involved in a hero commission coverup.

26. A Rising Issue - Izuku starts developing more severe side effects of his injuries. He’s convinced he’s under the influence of a quirk, while the adults thing he’s finally gone too far hurting himself.

27. What you are in the Dark - Izuku usually keeps most of his anger to himself until he can’t.

28. nowhere to go - Inko moves into UA after their home was destroyed.

29. Something Without - My theory about the 2 OFA vestiges that are blurred out is they don’t approve of izuku as a successor. Izuku tries to figure out why.

30. Walking with a Ghost - Toshinori joins the OFA dreams while he’s in a coma. He gets to reunite with nana, and is more open to Izuku about his past and feelings. Part of his starts to wonder if it’s worth waking up, since he will die and join the others eventually.

31. Death By Crying - Izuku is affected by a quirk that will suffocate him if he expresses any emotion.

32. Justice is Subjective - The hero commission gets to Shigaraki before AFO does.

33. Undo / Underdog - Death loop fic. Izuku keeps reliving the day he met all might after being killed by the sludge villain. he has to find a way to break the loop and survive, but he gets s little weaker every time he restarts.

34. Like Wildfire - A rumor that Izuku is All Might’s bio son picks up steam, and the characters have to decide whether to deny it but risk suspicion or play along and add a new layer to the lies protecting one for all.

35. Once Upon A December - All Might and Inko actually met in the past trope.

36. Some Legends Are Told - All Might’s first interview post-retirement.

37. Will The Real Mentor Please Stand Up - Aizawa considers himself the better teacher, but a lot of the kids seem to like All Might more.

38. I don't want the cure, I want the POISON! - Inko is killed in a hit and run, and Izuku becomes desperate to find the killer.

39. I will kill my heart before I dance on stage for these bigots - Izuku is interviewed as a rising star of UA, and the interviewer brings in some of his old bullies because they claimed to be his friends from middle school. Izuku does not play along.

40. Split Ends - A quirk gives Izuku brief visions of what would have happened if he made different decisions.

41. Dreamless Sleep - A One for All dream leaves Izuku with a cryptic half-warning, and he desperately experiments to try and figure out how to trigger the visions to get the rest of it.

42. toxic flowers and pretty blades - Young Inko escapes the constricting life of her cruel wealthy family by becoming a vigilante.

43. The Suns we Orbit - Some of the other teachers believe Izuku is too codependent on Toshinori, and separate them for a time.

44. Submerged - Similar to those buried alive fics only someone’s in a box at the bottom of the ocean.

45. Deprive - Izuku also loses his stomach to an injury, and struggles to adjust to the necessary lifestyle changes.

46. The ashes fall like snow - Post Kamino cleanup.

47. Home will always be here - Inko cares for Izuku after he’s sent home due to “trouble at work study” but he refuses to clarify what that means.

48. Playing Favorites - A look at several times where Izuku was punished, while Bakugou got off scot free.

49. Elusive Dreams - Some kind of training or issue forces the kids to stay away for several consecutive day, and they start losing it.

50. Fracture - Izuku struggles through physical therapy after a severe injury that leaves his hero career in question.

51. Starlight, Starbright - Space cadet au

52. Someone in Your Corner - Gran Torino looking after Nana, Toshi, and finally Izuku through the years.

53. I cast magic missile into the darkness - Generic “the gang plays d&d” fic.

54. One Month At A Time - Izuku breaks a limb, and has to let in heal naturally over the course of several months.

55. Head Above Water - Izuku runs out of his pain meds and can’t get access to more doses for a while, so he has to endure not only the pain, but the withdrawal symptoms.

56. Are you going to leave a path to trace - All Might uses a new strategy to try and get Izuku to be less self sacrificial: what about all the young kids who are going to look up to him?

57. The View from Halfway Down - Izuku realizes that a risky move has just landed him with a potentially life threatening injury, but the fight it still going.

58. The Dust Bites Back - A villain All Might defeated early in his career is back and out for revenge.

59. The Absence of your Worth - Nighteye thinks he’s put together a rock solid case for why izuku isn’t worthy of One for All. All Might’s response is to ask if he has something against quirkless people.

60. Behind the Screens Nobody is Afraid - All Might explains some of the context of his most popular hero videos to Izuku. They are much more tragic than the media has spun them in hindsight.

61. Under the Light of the Moon - Someone gets turned into a werewolf. And I ain’t talking the wattpad piss shit. I’m talking full-on back-breaking monstrous transformations into a bloodthirsty abomination set to Bad Moon Rising.

62. some dreams were made to be broken - Bakugou crosses a line and finally gets expelled.

63. You Say You're Into Closure - Izuku finally beats Bakugou in a one on one fight fair and square, but Bakugou is a sore loser.

64. Something or Someone Missing - AU’s memories of Izuku get wiped, but those closest to him can’t help but feel an absence.

65. Too Little Too Late - Izuku’s father returns to find he’s been replaced.

66. Collecting Dust - Inko goes through the stuff Izuku didn’t take to the dorms.

67. Where the souls of wanderers go - Toshi meets up with a retired hero support group.

68. Fragility of Trust - Suspected traitor au

69. no one answered - Izuku is trapped in a cell in a building that’s collapsing in slow motion due to a quirk.

70. Eye of the Storm - One of the other kids has a panic attack for the first time between public appearances. izuku has never seen from from the outside.

71. To Whom It May Concern - The kids find a mysterious collection of letters from previous students hidden in the ceiling of the classroom. Some are ominous, some are incomprehensible. Aizawa has no answers. They enthusiastically go to try and solve the mystery within, but that excitement quickly diminishes the more they find out.

72. Of Popsicles and Ponytails - All Might gets in a discussion with the other teachers about whether the Clark Kent glasses thing would actually work. All Might bets them it does, so he goes around town with no disguise other than his hair being up, and no one bats an eye.

73. All Men are Not Born Equal - Word gets out to the public that izuku used to be quirkless. Everyone finds out just how deep anti-quirkless sentiments run when some begin to question whether a quirkless kid should be at ua, regardless of whether or not he has a quirk now.

74. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies - Something about encountering death in person for the first time being the dividing line between child and adult.

75. Sins of the Father - All for One has had many children over the centuries, and has made numerous attempts to groom them into the ideal heir with several different methods. None of them worked though.

76. Where The Dead Come To Rest - The kids come home after a long, grueling mission where they saw some shit, and are too tired to process what they went through. They take off their gear for plain clothes, then sit in the common room in silence long into the night, not wanting to open themselves up but also not wanting to be alone.

77. Rivalry - Nighteye tries to pit Izuku and Mirio against one another. It goes right over Mirio’s head, but Izuku becomes convinced the other boy is in on Nighteye’s plan to wear him down until he gives up One for All.

78. A Subtle Language - All Might and Nana never said out loud that they loved each other, but little things told them that they did. All Might hopes to pass a similar love down to his own successor. But Izuku is very different than himself as a kid, and he needs to learn a new subtle language of affection.

79. It’s Gone - One for All stops working one day.

80. A Sight For Sore Eyes - All Might looking after Izuku in the aftermath of the second movie.

81. Loose Lips (sink ships) - Bakugou blurts out something about One for All during a rage, so the rest of the class jump on him and Izuku for answers.

82. No Expectations - Word gets out that All Might is going to choose a successor. None of the theories or speculation online resemble Izuku in the slightest.

83. Eden was Only a Garden - Izuku gets hit with a quirk that erases some of his most traumatic memories, but in doing so loses part of who he is.

84. Run it Down - With all Izuku’s new quirks and his incredible skill, some of the other students with similar powers (Iida, Sero, Uraraka) start to feel like izuku is upstaging them. And it affects their friendship.

85. Fool's Gold - Bakugou grows even more jealous of Izuku having One for All, and his relationship with All Might. He thinks that if he could just prove himself to be more worthy, All Might would change his mind and name him his successor. But in reality, he ends up jeopardizing the relationship they already have.

86. somewhere down the road - The final deadline for Nighteye’s predictions passes, and All Might lives. He debates telling Izuku, as even though it would be a weight off the boy’s mind, he doesn’t want to jinx it. He will still die eventually after all.

87. Just For You - All Might has certain rules and boundaries for fan interactions that he completely ignores for Izuku.

88. if these walls could talk (their whispers would be maddening) - Montage of training accidents in a ‘cursed’ ua gym

89. If Only I Could... - Nighteye tells Mirio about One for All, including that he thinks he’s more deserving than Izuku and he plans to pressure him into giving it up. Mirio struggles with the knowledge that his mentor, someone he respected more than anything, only saw him as a replacement for All Might, meanwhile watching Izuku strain under the pressure of that mentor’s impossible expectations.

90. This is a Test Designed to Provoke an Emotional Response - shameless Blade Runner AU

91. Once and for All - Retelling of the Superman story “What’s So Funny About Truth, Justice, and the American Way?” with All Might. Some new heroes use much more aggressive and violent tactics against villains while also upstaging All Might. That, and there general approval from the public cause All Might to question his moral code.

92. Sitting In The Rain - Tsuyu likes to just sit out in the rain sometimes. Not do anything, just sit there. Some friends decide to join her.

93. At Sundown - Mysterious creatures start attacking ua every night. The gang works tirelessly during the day to find the cause and a solution, while defending their school and each other at night.

94. The 1000th time's the charm - Uraraka has been practicing a new move in secret but they just can’t get it right. She wants it to be perfect before showing it off. But one attempt gets her seriously hurt while training alone at night in one of the gyms, and she’s too hurt to get up to the phone to call for help.

95. Sunflower Seeds - All Might attempts to start a garden as a new hobby.

96. What It Means To Be Human - Sun god Toshi starts living among people.

97. Eyes on Me - All Might teaches Izuku some unarmed fighting moves to defend himself from bullies.

98. one remains - Izuku has developed all but one of the quirks he’s slated to, and he has no idea what it will be. Anxiety ensues.

99. Come Back Home - Izuku vanishes from campus and everyone assumes he was kidnapped, but in reality he ran away to try and clear his head after a depressive spiral. He goes by train as far away as he can until he comes to his senses and calls the others.

100. I Won - Izuku accidentally managed to kill Shigaraki during a skirmish, and while everyone around him praises his heroics, he struggles to deal with the fact that he killed someone.

101. Ivory Tower - All Might grapples with how much izuku suffered as a quirkless person, how he could have done more for quirkless rights in his time as a hero, and how now people may not care as much because he’s retired.

Reminder to credit me if you use any of these prompts, and a special thanks to everyone who submitted titles!

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silvysartfulness · 3 years

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Omg I saw that you used to write for the assassin’s creed fandom and honestly what a throwback 😭 are they on livejournal?

Aahhh, this is the part where I have to admit, I don't think I ever put any of those drabbles online! It was more a fun thing me and wife used to do, writing very very short 5 minute one-shots based on single word-prompts.

Oh, wait! Apparently I actually still have them, in an old folder of mine! Will post under a cut. These are AC 1-3-brotherhood, primarily focused on the latter.

La Volpe/Cesare post the fall of the Borgia was my main rarepair ship in that fandom, so that's the main (if occasionally only implied) focus for a lot of these. (CW some dubcon/non-con under the cut, so be warned.) 😊

1 Unwillingness

It goes against everything he is, a greater challenge than any battlefield taken on. Snarling, eyes blazing his defiance, Cesare submits for now.

2 Memento

”Something to remember me by,” murmurs Volpe softly against the sensitive skin of his neck, and it's all Cesare can do not to yelp as those vicious teeth leave a bleeding gash in his ear.

3 Baseline

He still doesn't trust Machiavelli, Volpe muses, and it's equally clear Machiavelli doesn't trust him. Perhaps their shared love of secrecy is the one dependent thing about their relationship.

4 Sniper

He has shot guards from rooftops, towers, horseback, beams and the treacherous crumbling tops of ancient stone pillars. So why was it, muses Ezio afterward, that he hadn't even thought of pulling crossbow or gun out as his sworn enemies held their short council in the courtyard a few measly yards below his feet?

5 Birthplace

It is in Masyaf the order of Assassins was born into what it is now. Searching for answers Ezio sets out on the longest journey of his life, back to the beginning of all.

6 Denunciation

It is hard to remember what it was like to have faith, Cesare thinks, but easy to remember when it was lost. What God could ever work through the instrument that was Alexander VI, his father?

7 Distaste

”Volpe, you didn't!” Ezio exclaims, his face a mask of distaste. Volpe smirks.

”Oh, it was not at all bad. Cesare is well trained.”

Ezio shudders. ”That is exactly what bothers me!”

8 Elimination

Constantly, frustratingly one step behind, it is little Cesare can do as his allies are meticulously taken out by the Assassins one by one. And yet it is not until the last of those on his side willingly turn their backs on him that he realizes this battle is lost.

9 Bluntness

”You can do as I say,” says the master thief matter-of-factly, turning the vial of antidote over in his spindly fingers, ”or you can spend the night dying slowly while vomiting your innards all over the floor. The choice is yours.”

Pale with fury Cesare chooses to live.

10 Turf

The Assassins had been myth, legend, bed-time stories to frighten a young boy already afraid of the dark. But as they dealt an all but deadly blow to his father inside the Vatican itself, Cesare grimly declares war. Roma is his city, and all who oppose his rule must be swiftly and mercilessly dealt with.

11 Assassination

He burns for the ideals, fights the fight with passion and utter devotion. But when Shaun's shaking hands lower the suddenly impossibly heavy gun he knows something he'dnever even thought about (Innocence? Compassion? Humanity?) has perished as surely as that very first body at his feet.

12 Apprentice

He remembers a gangly youth skidding across slippery roof tiles, trying so hard to keep up and even harder to hide his inability to do so. La Volpe silently studies Il Mentore and considers he's no longer sure who would lead the way across the rooftops.

13 Debris

Ezio swears as the ceiling collapses over the bed he shared with Caterina until moments ago – his armor and weapons are buried in the rubble and will be hard to replace. He does not yet know they will be the least of his losses this day.

14 Scolding

Altaïr has never been one to accept blame or criticism for his actions, but something about the way Malik's not-there left arm twitches as to shake a not-there fist in his face as the man speaks makes him look away in hidden shame.

15 Torrent

The rain pours down over the city, making roofs and cobblestones alike wet and slippery. Volpe tugs his collar tighter around his shoulders against the biting cold and idly contemplates if a trip to the Castello would be worth the trouble.

16 Anchor

He cheats and steals and tells honeyed lies with the ease of a snake. But his eyes can be oceans and his touch velvet – sometimes Ezio wonders if his always restless, inspiration-ridden friend keeps Salai around just to remember what it's like to be human.

17 Truce

”It would be nice,” says Machiavelli evenly, ”if you would not so readily name yourself judge, jury and executioner the next time you fall victim to unfounded suspicion.”

”Fine,” mutters Volpe, frowning. ”It would be niceif you were not so secretive. And stop trying to steal my spies. Get your own.”

”Fine,” Machiavelli replies with a minute smirk.

Fellowship is knowing just when your brother-in-arms is lying.

18 Nook

There are many unknown and unseen hiding places among the rooftops of Florence. On his back, hair plastered against his face and hot breath against his ear, Giovanni concludes it's very handy that La Volpe always knows to find one when you need it.

19 Orgy

These parties are more to his father's tastes than his his, Cesare firmly tells himself, perhaps letting his eyes linger thoughtfully on the multitude of courtesans a moment longer than intended. Then a familiar slender hand grazes his thigh and he is reminded that the only person even close to matching his own schemes, cunning and skill is the woman on the throne next to his.

20 Scoff

”I spend all my time in the Animus,” Desmond frowns, ”Lucy's keeping an eye on Abstergo and Rebecca... hacks and stuff. What do youdo, really? Anyone could use, what, Google and Wikipedia?”

Shaun grins or at least bares his teeth.

”You mean Templar Central One and Two? No, it's called obtaining knowledge, Desmond - sifted like little gold nuggets of fact from the vast sands of ignorance you're so fond of burying your head in. Google can't help you there, I'm afraid.”

21 Scolding

At the time, Ezio always figured Giovanni's constant nagging and pleading with him to stay out of trouble was only the worrying of an overprotective father. Only later was he taught discretion was part of the ancient Assassin's creed. He never got very good at it, even so.

22 Bonfire

No-one is entirely sure why Julius II has tempered justice with mercy for now and opted for his enemy's imprisonment rather than death sentence. As far as la Volpe is concerned, the way Cesare goes pale whenever the topic is brought up is at least good for entertainment.

23 Nakedness

Being exposed holds no particular shame for him, but the walls and floor are freezing to the touch, draining precious warmth from his aching body. Now would be a prudent time for an accursed thief to show up with a blanket to bargain for.

24 Arbiter

It was funny, Machiavelli drily noted in his notebook, how God and Divine Justice so often were on the side of the biggest army with the sharpest swords.

25 Purgatory

The land burns, smoke choking the sky and tinting the sun a sickly shade of blood. It is with a cold and unfamiliar sense of foreboding Cesare hurries through the flames toward the towering walls of the fortress to escape this hell on earth – one way or another.

26 Fingernail

Ezio has more than his fair share of scars adorning his hardened body, some remembered more fondly than others. He would never dream to ask Caterina to trim her nails, or use them just a touch more carefully.

27 Slavery

The Creed dictates freedom of thought, and in his reckless youth Altaïr would use it as justification for any rash impulse. But the older he grows, the more he comes to realize freedom and all its crushing responsibility can be the harshest master of all.

28 Carnivore

When confronted on his nasty habit of biting, Volpe only grins and quips something about foxes and their nature. Cesare is tempted to snap he's often seen dirty foxes prowling the back streets for garbage, but can see where Volpe would go with that, and so holds his tongue.

29 Bluntness

Ezio is too flustered after his mother's blunt request he find other outlets than vaginas to realize the enthusiastic young artist at his side seems more than eager to offer a few suggestions on the particular subject.

30 Vow

He will live, Cesare vows. He will live, he will regain his freedom, his power and his army. At any cost. And then they will. All. Pay.

31 Blending

It was simply not fair, thought Machiavelli, that no matter how solid your acting, no matter how meticulousyour disguise, Volpe would immediately spot you in a crowd and grin at you. Clearly spying on the sly old fox called for more cunning means, he conceded as he made his way to the Rosa to shamelessly bribe Claudia for information.

32 Misconduct

“Not that we are in any particular hurry to the Castello,” Orsini says, the knuckles of his war-gauntlet quite pleasantly buried in Cesare's face, “but things would just be easier all around if you would stop squirming and came quietly.”

33 Ultimatum

“If you don't stop hogging my mp3-player,” Rebecca whispers softly in Shaun's ear, “I'll tell Lucy exactly whatyou and Desmond used her yoghurts for last night.”

34 Takeover

“Stop!” Lucrezia commands as the soldiers feed the paintings to the fire – already the image of a swan is crackling and fading to black amongst the flames. Such a waste of beauty. She hasn't even realized Cesare is standing behind her, fierce and bloodied after the battle, until he speaks.

“You like them?”

She nods, and he touches her cheek with a smile, careful not to stain her hair.

“Then they are yours. A memento of the day the Assassini fell.”

35 Afterlife

“I blame you for this,” says Cesare flatly as the imps re-heat the lake of boiling tar. Again. “There is no God, you said. No heaven and no hell, you said. Stupid old bastard.”

Rodrigo mutters something about Hell being other people, but will have to concede that in this trifling matter, yes, he was mistaken.

36 Distaste

He would rather be hated than forgotten, Cesare sullenly thinks, rubbing his stiff hands for warmth. Bony, filthy, with the matted long hair of a hermit falling into his face, he has to settle for the guards' contempt. At least it's better than pity.

37 Slavery

He isn't really paid, Leonardo thinks, merely kept alive, yes. Not really compensated as such. And so the construction of the intricate war-machines is really on the consciences of his masters, not his. Sting of guilt quenched he returns to the blueprints with renewed fevered enthusiasm.

38 Probation

“What's the catch”, asks Cesare with deepest suspicion.

“No catch,” Volpe assures, looking innocent. “Just a reward for your recent good behaviour. Keep it up and there may a meal and a hot bath in it for you, too.”

Cesare does not for a moment believe they are just going out 'to stretch their legs', but a meal does sound inviting. He follows.

39 Adversity

Ezio strongly disapproved of the idea of his little sister taking over the Rosa in Fiore, and he frankly can't say whether he is more disappointed or proud when it flourishes under her care.

40 Bluntness

“You are a thief,” Machiavelli growls, piqued into a rare display of anger. “A liar and a cheat and an honourless thief!”

Volpe grins.

“All those things. And I'm still better than you.”

41 Scheming

Ezio gave the Apple to Mario, who had it stolen by Cesare, who gave it to Leonardo, who found it plucked out of his helpless hands by the Pope and his daughter. He ponders life was easier when he was just a painter. The Apple is a thing of awe, but the intrigues in its wake make his head hurt.

42 Favorite

It wasn't that Cesare particularly hated his older brother. It was just that while he no longer childishly sought his father's approval, the position as the Pope's favorite son came with several practical perks. Unfortunately for Juan, that meant he simply had to go.

43 Truce

When things are civilized, they can be bearable, almost even pleasant. The food is good, the wine plentiful, and Volpe's skilled fingers all but gentle. An unspoken truce, no matter how temporary. But neither man ever forgets the truth, which is war.

44 Scour

They answer to no-one, self-proclaimed executioners beyond all law. Too much blood on their hands now. Just before sunrise Cesare gives the command to attack. The cleansing of Monteriggioni has begun.

45 Extrovert

To hold his own council and play his cards close to his heart has always been his way, and he knowshe is a master at his game. And yet, Machiavelli can grudgingly admit to himself, it isn't until the boisterous chaos in human guise that is Ezio bursts in on the Roman scene that he begins to see how they will win this war.

46 Protagonist

“I will avenge the cowardly, treacherous plot against my father,” he thinks. “I will root out all those involved, every single one, and I will kill them and all they stand for.”

No-one ever sets out to be a hero, only to do what is right.

For Cesare, the path ahead is clear.

47 Willpower

It is never easy. Every time Altaïr visits his (his!) bureau in Jerusalem, Malik has to struggle with himself not to slay the man in his sleep. On many a moonlit night, only a lifetime of discipline stays the blade in his white-knuckled hand.

But strangely, it does get easier over time.

48 Esacalation

At first it had been mere proof of his ability to go anywhere in Roma as well he pleased, the taunting and impotent rage in response a given bonus. After some time, forced still-furious intimacy gained through blackmail had appeared a logical step. Then force turned out redundant. As Cesare clings to him, nails biting into his arms and teeth bared with need, Volpe admits to himself he would never have suspected the caged Borgia would so willingly use him to sate his desires – nor the other way around.

49 Torrent

Raw grief fades over time, a broken heart healed into a dull ache. The thing that keeps Claudia from sleeping at night is not all she has lost, but her screaming frustration at not being able to take her fate, and that of those responsible, into her own hands.

50 Danger

The peaceful life he had envisioned just the evening before will have to wait, Ezio grimly decides, pressing a hand to his wounded shoulder and focusing on not falling off his horse. And despite the shock, grief and pain, it somehow feels right. He has lived this life so long, he isn't sure he remembers how not to.

51 Splattering

Leonardo likes to buy birds at the market and set them free, watching with dreaming eyes as they take to the endless sky. Once, Ezio surprises his friend with twenty white doves. Much belatedly he wishes he'd remembered that stressed pigeons prefer to lighten their load before taking off.

52 Ramification

“It is time you take responsibility for your actions,” Rodrigo snarls, and Cesare struggles with the impulse to scream, childishly, “But father, younever did!”

53 Concession

“I'm not sure we should...”

Lover and Thief, silhouettes in the dark, alone. A light touch.

“Come now. It will be good, I promise.”

“But, what if...”

“Ssh. Are we not both Assassins? Everything is permitted.”

His honed thief's nerves tingling with foreboding warnings, La Volpe allows Claudia to persuade him in the end, knowing Ezio will probably kill him, and that it will no doubt be worth it.

54 Leer

You can't even seehis face in the shadows beneath the cowl. And yet, Volpe just standing there outside the bars, nonchalantly leaning one hand against the wall, makes Cesare want to scream. Or punch him hard. Preferably both.

55 Whisper

Ezio reflects that there are few other voices he would instantly recognize by just a short, urgent uttering of his name. His hesitation to turn around stems not from uncertainty, but the childish wish to postpone the trial of his oldest friend's rumored treason just a few moments longer.

56 Absurdity

At first Ezio had felt confused, then worried and finally terrified. But as they've fled Florence and the man introducing himself as uncle Mario tells him that his family belongs to an ancient clan of legendary assassins, relief washes over him. Finally is clear it has all been an insane dream. He can't wait to wake up.

57 Experimentation

Leonardo da Vinci is a true genius, his brilliant mind always seeing the world through a lens of wonder. Nothing escapes his never-sated curiosity – but that a small poseable wooden mannequin could be used like that? Cesare is a man not easily impressed, but will have to admit the artist rarely fails to amaze.

58 Farewell

It is with uncharacteristic kindness Volpe kisses him, between shared gasps for air after their final tryst. A last goodbye before the approaching dawn will see Cesare on his way to exile in Spain.

”Growing sentimental, old fox?” the younger man scoffs at him. ”No need. I shall return soon enough, and repaint the walls of Roma with Assassin blood.”

Volpe just smiles. He has already helped Ezio prepare his own journey and knows with certainty that Cesare will never again return to Rome.

59 Turf

”Maybe Giovanni could get away with doing paperwork all day over in Florence,” Mario says, and his tone clearly states what he thinks about his brother's choice. ”But arround here we train Assassins, not accountants or delivery boys.”

Ezio's body has never ached as much in his life as it does after his first day of training with his uncle.

60 Smoothness

When she smiles her deep red lips are like tantalizing rose petals, framed by sun-ray golden hair. She is smooth, flawless, perfect. But every rose has its thorns, and Lucrezia's are laden with poison.

61 Kneeling

Every fiber of Ezio's body strains desperately to regain control as he jerks like a puppet on golden strings of light.

”You are lucky,” breathes Rodrigo in a low, husky growls, leaning hard on the staff after the battle, ”So verylucky, little Assassin, that I am in a hurry.”

As the dagger sinks into his guts, Ezio briefly thinks that indeed, it could have been so much worse.

62 Purgatory

The imps don't know whether to feel amused or put out that the screaming, flailing argument between father and son has by now escalated to the point they don't even seem to register the lake of boiling tar anymore. A bit of respect for good solid workmanship, is that too much to ask?

63 Lick

It has to be said in favour of Machiavelli's assassin reflexes that the unexpected lick at his ear out of the dark earns Volpe neither a jump or a shriek but a rapid fist to the nose.

Only half an hour later, safely home in his bedroom, does Niccolo allow himself to contemplate what might have otherwise transpired.

64 Bonfire

It is a sad thing, reflects Ezio in hindsight, older, wiser, that compared to all the priceless art and knowledge fed to fire during Savonarola's mad reign of Florence, the mere loss of a human life that ended it is remembered with little sense of loss or revulsion.

65 Last

After Mario's death, Ezio has felt the weight of being the last Auditore Assassin ever heavier on his shoulders. But as he watches Claudia fearlessly take her leap of faith, he wonders how he could ever have been blind enough to think himself alone.

66 Well

The guards in hot pursuit yell and stab at wells, haystacks and dark alleyways. From his perch on a rooftop Ezio smiles. He always did prefer to take to the sky.

67 Wrongdoer

As his support falters and the opposition grows ever bolder, Cesare becomes increasingly frustrated with their attacks and accusations. He would prefer to answer only for his own sins, not those of his dead father.

68 Deliberate

It really is getting unnerving, decides Machiavelli, the way Volpe has taken up the habit of commenting on his every observation with a frosty ”Indeed” or ”Yes, quitethe coincidence”. He wishes he could believe the man isn't doing it on purpose.

69 Counter

When he first arrives in Jerusalem, Altaïr can't quite shake the feeling that the only thing between him and certain death is a rather narrow, map-strewn desk.

70 Bribe

Cesare has always been good at striking a profitable bargain. Unfortunately Borgia as a currency is bitterly deflated, and these days he often have to sell himself too cheap for comfort. Even though it isa warm, snug blanket.

71 Chess

Cesare knows he is a brilliant strategist – not so much because of the expected praise from his subordinates as from the satisfactory number of pins currently adorning his map of Italy. He would like to believe himself modest in this, careful not allow hubris to cheat him of a victory. And yet he never knows whether to frown or laugh helplessly as the absent-minded artist all but appologetically check-mates his king time and time and time again.

72 Feel

Leonardo never knows how to feel when Cesare enters the room. At first he is apprehensive, but as weeks turn into months and he realizes he's not only allowed but encouraged to dream up grander designs than ever before he is thrilled.

In the end, seeing the Assassins' plans put into motion long before Cesare even knows the final battle has begun, he can only avert his eyes in regret.

73 Mister

”Outside the kingdom of God is the realm of men,” Salai says, leaning just an inch too close. ”You worship there, Messere?”

Only years of training his clueless look on Leonardo helps Ezio keep a straight face as he blankly waves for the boy to follow him.

74 Fine

There are simply too many guards around for a discreet kill, so Ezio grudlingly counts the florins and hands them over. How was heto know he wasn't allowed to park his horse there? Time to liberate another stable from its Borgia-tower shadow, he decides. Burning them all down is easier than keeping track of territories anyway.

75 Dog

If La Volpe is the fox and Ezio the bird of prey, Pantasilea ponders, then Bartolomeo reminds her of a large, lumbering dog. Faithful and loyal unto death, but with a booming bark and a vicious bite for those who threaten those dear to him.

76 Forgotten

When Volpe appears he is the first person Cesare has seen in days. He greets the thief with his usual brazen curses, careful not to let any trace of relief shine through. Of all things he is most afraid to be left alone to die; not slain out of hatred or need, but simply ignored and forgotten.

77 Changed

Had Ezio been the kind of man to think upon such things, he might have noticed the Cesare facing him atop the towering walls is not the self-assured young general he met a handful years previous in Roma. Tired-looking and hunched over he looks defeated even before the battle has begun. But Ezio is here for one single purpose alone, and has never been the kind of man to think of such things anyway.

78 Gondola

Antonio assures Leonardo that only from an extensive tour with his private gondola will the artist truly get to know his new home town. As it happens, a rocky two-hour boat ride later, Leonardo still hasn't really seen much of the city. But that's quite alright, as he happily agrees to repeat the endeavour soon again.

79 Casino

It never hurts to try to win Fortuna's favour when gambling is one of your favorite pastimes, Salai knows, but in this particular case divine intervention is quite a bit closer at hand. As long as you have La Volpe's favor, the dice at the Sleeping Fox will never let you down.

80 Soup

The first bowl of watery gruel ends up thrown in the guard's face with enough force to break his nose. The next morning the second splinters against the wall. Nearly a week passes before he forces himself to eat the fifth, to preserve his strength.

Cesare closes his eyes as he quickly raises the bowl to his face to wolf down the hundredth, before the reflection in the dull surface can show him what he has become.

81 Carrot

”Tell you what,” murmurs Volpe in the starving prisoner's ear, dangling the vegetable in front of his face, ”If you give me a good enough show I'll even let you keep it for supper when you're done.”

82 Madame

Volpe has to admit himself impressed – Claudia is shrewd, ruthless and horrifyingly practical, and stillmanages to be praised a good businesswoman rather than cursed a thief.

83 Kilt

Yes, Ezio decides as he flexes his body inside the unfamiliar weight of Romulus' armour, there is definitely a draft around his nether regions. Whatever the old Romans may have thought, a skirt of leather belts does notconstitute proper clothing.

After some swearing and creative arranging of his spare cloak he considers it may well look even moreof a skirt, but at least this cut preserves his manly dignity when he jumps.

84 Theft

He has stolen valuables, information, people and lives. La Volpe draws in a deep breath as he surveys Roma in the first light of morning, then exhales in satisfaction. She is the greatest city in the world, and she is all his for the taking.

#asksilvy #blast from the past

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'The Art of Conveyance and Round-Trippery' Liveblog!

Sorry this is a few days late!! I moved across the country this weekend, we drove like 13 hours within 2 days and we did a lot of heavy lifting. I'm exhausted, but the boxes are slowly emptying and I've been wanting to watch this episode so gd bad, so LESGO

Over halfway through the season!!!! That's absolutely surreal

1:11 oooh they're getting their royal fitting

1:22 LMAOO WTF 😂😂 Princess Diaries vibes

1:42 ✨CONFIDENCE✨

1:52 Alfonse is a perfect name for that guy HAHA

2:05 Nathaniel, my guy, you've made some points

2:11 "do you feel your power?" POWER RANGERS, GO

2:24 no no hesitation just prolly thinkin bout how he was caught cheatin

2:39 "can you not allow yourselves luxury?" okay fr I feel that I get Nice Things Guilt(tm) too easily

2:52 dayummmm let's talk about Sticky being a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, mans is brave as fuck under extreme pressure and loyal to the point of putting himself on the line

3:15 bro Sticky getting some recognition. Love to see it, he deserves it

3:19 "is that a coincidence? Or written in the stars?" IS DR. CURTAIN CATCHING ON THAT THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE OR LIKEEEE

3:49 WHAT WORD AROUND CAMPUS 😭😭😭 MY BOYS ARE NOT A MISTAKE HOW DARE YOU

4:09 why doess the action of Dr. Curtain putting the sash on them seem so nefarious

4:36 I dont really understand the whole pastel yellow, blue, and pink palette of the school but the boys both look pretty okay in their vest-sash getup

4:42 THE OPENINGGGGG. This shit slaps.

5:41 Kate and Constance look so fucking cute in that shot, dont ask me why but hnnggggg

5:54 sash rope 😂😭 kate, honey, that's a reach

6:09 it might feel buttery, but, my guy, it also looks buttery. It's literally the color of butter. Get yourself some crisco

6:24 I find it kinda interesting that they made up new riddles for the show, I'm almost positive that that one wasn't in the book. Correct me if I'm wrong though

7:03 "I'm not gonna apologize for knowing things" the sass. the ✨confidence✨. living for it

7:03 If they build on that it sets Sticky up really nicely for the arc in the second book where he starts to show off a little

7:15 tiny Constance who is constantly dressed in pink with cute little braids is the perfect medium for the most morbid comments 😂😂

7:55 Martina's hot in her uniform. Can't prove me wrong.

8:15 why does that make me sad 🥺 eat with your friendssss. iirc they only talked about eating at the Messenger table in the books

8:26 dipshits forgot their lunches. Seems Constance is holding the communal braincell atm

8:50 anyone have Guiness on speed dial? Reynie and Sticky have a submission for them

9:25 oh hello this was alluded to in the preview!!! Morse code is compromised, rip

10:05 so are Jackson and Jillson stuck with night guard duty all the time?? They've been outside at night a lot

10:18 ahhhhhh the little blinkie light, stopppp

10:25 MILLIGANNNNN!!!

10:25 so is this the point where he starts staying on the island with them????

10:39 so are they just like "fuck it we'll do it right before sundown" ???? Like Jackson and Jillson are still gonna be on the lookout, they aren't gonna chill just because it's not fully dark

10:50 did the kids.....just not tell them that Mr. Bloom was on the island 😂 nice oversight guys

11:05 MADGE TIME MADGE TIME

11:05 remind me to tell you guys a story about Madge, I may or may not have done something irl a few years ago that would make y'all proud 😂😂😂

11:16 idk why but it makes me so happy that they kept Madge as a peregrine falcon

11:37 Rhonda, my love, you have my heart in your hands

11:46 roll credits

12:05 THE HEAD SHAKE HAHAHAH

12:06 Awww man, I was so excited for Milligan to be on the island .-. He must have been scoping out the inlet

12:07 "they're quite regal" A. I read the subtitles as "legal" the first time and that's somehow really in character for him, and B. IS MILLIGAN GOING TO NAME HER???!? HER MAJESTY???? PLEASE I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH

12:15 his grimace KILLS ME

12:17 the hard cut from Nicholas in a brown setting and brown suit to Nathaniel in a blue setting and blue suit was lowkey striking

12:36 are they looking up Morse code 😳 can you imagine if they wrote down the message and are now decoding it

12:41 omfg all that for a HAT 🙃 I feel stupid

12:51 two things: 1. Those walls are atrocious, and 2. Yeah, talk about Morse code in a louder voice Connie girl, you're just in a public hallway

13:03 I'm sorry but those orange pillar things are not the vibe

13:03 the golden gate bridge called, they want their arches back

13:10 please let Kate climb the tower before the end of season 1. please.

13:22 y'all are about to be flying something else 😎

13:33 cleansing breaths

13:47 OH HELLO MESSENGER DUTY ALREADY??

14:06 what the heck is that teal pole for 😭😭

14:12 blindfold timeeee

I'm so sorry but I'm exhausted, it's 11:30 pm on Sunday night right now, I'll finish this episode tomorrow morning after I get some sleepies

Good morningggg lesgetatit

14:50 "vomit of metal" ashhdjdjd

15:16 a wild Martina appears!

15:36 and if you folks look to your left, you'll see a wild Constance being the voice of reason once again

15:57 "lose the bucket" "I'm not gonna do that" HELL YEAH KATE

16:07 I get not having the bucket on the court lolol, I thought Martina was telling Kate to lose the bucket in general. Like, yeah, good luck convincing her to so that

16:35 show!Kate is much angrier than book!Kate and I'm still deciding how I feel about that. The Kate we've known from the books is a sunshine baby with looots of repressed trauma.

17:03 ......what is that. why is that.

17:11 WAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE REYNIE AHEHDJDJD

17:15 HI MADGE

17:41 the grand swell in the music makes me think it's going to go comically wrong

17:51 she's majestic because she's a queen 🥺

18:03 LMAO CALLED IT

18:14 Rhonda and Number Two getting at each other is such a sisterly thing to do 😂😂😂

18:37 ohhhhh? Someone's approaching? Miss Perumal perhaps????

18:45 YEAHHHHH BABY

18:50 PROTECTIVE MOM COMIN IN HOT!!!

19:22 THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭😭 I feel like I've been subconsciously starved for her and Mr. Benedict's interactions

19:36 died at that line in the one trailer

20:00 so Miss Perumal pulled a Sherlock Holmes. Love that for her

20:20 Cheri Tupintown??? Of all the aliases they could pick, Cheri Tupintown???

20:33 "Power in Truth Inc" that HAS to be something Rhonda came up with

21:01 you can literally watch Mr. Benedict realize that this is a woman not to be fucked with and he is CORRECT

21:23 "he's fine. Perfectly fine." At this, Mr. Benedict's pants caught aflame.

21:52 something about Constance sitting in on practice!!! It scratches an itch!!!!

22:19 "incorporate the helix. Live in the helix." Lord Helix is pleased with this offering.

22:26 so what I'm hearing is Kate is going to blow up on Constance for messing with the bucket

23:13 unrelated but Jillson'a shoes are cute

23:29 why does this room give off Johnny Depp's willy wonka vibes

24:13 that looks like a chair from a doctor's office waiting room 😭

25:29 they do be egg heads tho

26:02 baby girl, I have no idea why you're crying at weird art but let me dry your tears 🥺🥺

26:50 SHE FOUND ITTTT

27:27 okay Indiana Jones, go off

27:46 why did that kinda sound like Miss Perumal

28:43 the return of everyone's favorite, "enjoyable"

29:05 not that I'm not loving the ice breaker questions and the one-sided conversation, but I'm not loving it

29:22 oh so we're getting right into it aren't we

29:54 his eyes being open again makes this infinitely creepier

30:36 "where's your proof?" Miss Perumal doesnt fuck around!!!

31:29 you're telling me Constance has been there all day?? And Kate went to find her???? 🥺

31:58 oh so we're getting right to it then?? Kate addressing her independence and trust issues arc????

33:29 NEWS!!!!

33:49 CONSTANCE RIDING PIGGYBACK!!!!!!

34:04 okay, so they opened the murder hole, what are they gonna do now

34:59 Italian? 🤨 m'sir that is so fancy

34:59 fun story I learned Italian diction in college, so I know a little bit

35:16 "take your time" the whisperer says, immediately repeating the prompt to get the answer sooner

35:31 theeeeere it is

35:46 SOMETHING ABOUT THE WHISPERER SAYING "YOU ARE HOME" 😭😭😭 the show really played up the cult shit!!

36:02 Kate being protective of Constance 🥺

36:20 ohhh shit is it time for Connie girl to have double Reynie? Double Sticky?

36:36 STICKY

36:52 "what kind of nonsense?" HAVE THEY NOT ASKED THAT BEFORE THIS?????

37:14 "and your tiny brain can somehow pick it up!!" KATE STOP 😂😂😂

37:16 "I knew you had to be special in some way." WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

37:51 she's right, this is disregard for their safety. The show made Mr. Benedict and his team a lot more back-alley and dishonest, and Miss Perumal has every reason to be pissed

38:30 oh good they finally remembered he has narcolepsy

39:38 and the best mom award goes to:

40:38 I was gonna say that this hallway is how I imagined the KEEP in riddle of ages but then I remembered that (spoilers) the Institute is the KEEP

40:46 oh, hello propoganda

41:10 that's the other person Rhonda couldn't contact, along with Mr. Bloom. This has to be the brainsweeping process

41:22 yeppppp

41:44 this dark doctor's office theme gives me horror movie vibes

42:22 ohhhh, so that's how they replaced that scene where the four of them jump in a crate to hide and Sticky drops his glasses in the open

42:47 and so we've come to the part of the story where Sticky and Reynie become infinitely more conflicted

42:47 and since we've reached that point..... can we have the white knight scene? Pretty please? Please Disney I'm begging you-

43:12 so Reynie just figured that out without Constance? :/

44:03 love the manipulation

44:31 I'm sorry, the farm?

44:35 farm and forest????

45:16 "the Emergency has served its purpose" 😳 well okay then murder man

45:39 "one thought, one purpose" the hive mind rises once more

45:48 LOVE THE MANIPULATION

46:07 "what have you done to earn anyone's trust?" VALID

46:26 "please do!" WHY AM I EMOTIONAL

47:06 "we still have the falcon" that you do 😂

47:19 AYYY HERE WE GO!!! Time for Milligan to stay on the island??

47:49 ohhhh Constance, casual telepath strikes again

48:16 "stop it, Kate!" OOOOHHHHH

48:53 that line ("it would be nice to be unburdened") would be funny as shit if not for the fact that Constance is a telepath unbeknownst to herself and can both subconsciously perceive people's thoughts and hear the subliminal messages

49:20 HI MRS. PERUMAL!!!

49:25 wow, she's really going through with it 😳 not that I doubted her, but still, that's dedication

49:39 OH SHIT

50:17 oh, so he's an asshole to SQ too. Got it. Torches and pitchforks? Ready to kick his ass?

50:40 "for the moment, anyway" FUCKIN WHAT

This episode was really good!!! They covered a LOT. I hope Miss Perumal comes back to the group and talks about her findings, I hope Milligan goes to get the kids and they tell him no, and I hope they get that classic 4-person Society brainstorming and binding time that hits that sweet spot

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the art of conveyance and round trippery #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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THE WALTEN FILES: my jumbled notes on my blind run-in with this web series

first off this is gonna be long and unorganized, also this is my second time writing this as i had lost literally half of my progress and im This (imagine two fingers almost touching with a 0.0000000001mm distance between them) close to ripping all of the fucking hair out of my goddamn head. but now this will be extra long and yes, i will lose some accuracy to my first writing but thats okay ill probably edit this a kajillion times over

which brings me to my next tangent; im literally braindumping here. so to have a smidge of organization all afterthoughts, edits and corrections will be boldened, i forgot what im gonna do with italicized text but ill probably bolden it here yeah im pretty sure its for side tangents, separate from Corrections, which are in bold. also theyre for emphasis too.

so in general, this post right here is all of my notes i wrote down on my grid-patterned sticky notes (which i used WAYYYY too much of) about the first 3 uploaded walten files youtube videos transferred onto my handy dandy digital notebook, this b(l)og. yeppers peppers. you know im serious about this shit when i typed probably over like a thousand fucking words including boldened shit, italicized shit and motherfucking links, lost it ALL, and im sitting here re-typing it again.

i feel bad about this but im not gonna trigger warn right here, but this is technically a warning. if you want a list of triggers as to what this post (and the walten files in general) i will link a little list to that here

without further a doo doo, (mama mia) here the fucking fuck we go again.

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #1

clarifying this now, im gonna put some useless shit which i thought was code onto this because even though it was useless it was part of my notes and im physically going to combust if i dont put down every single thing i wrote on my papers. so what i thought was code was in the closed captions, i started writing it down when i got to the second video but came back to my first videos notes to include them. i wrote down the first letter to every word that was capitalized in the closed captions, which i had on as a default because number one i knew going into this id need them because most web horror things like args and cryptic shit like that has some of the most crucial shits in the closed captions. number two i am autistic and have auditory processing issues and have most closed captioning on as a default if theyre available.

firstly jotted, i wrote down the closed captions “code” so im gonna put the rest here too: HYWITB(BSI)Y A(BSI)BJWFKWITW ILHHFSBBSBTLBWI USOISTBNBSFIRBCAWHSHCBWHTAIGRNB*C*BTWLTSFA(20)MCFP ILITIIACPH(1978, 1979)SA(4)YTSCH*C*OGSSU SFTGRPATDBBUTFBNLLCHMIHLBRALLCLAYTUKB*LC*WHATWASTHATTHING

the numbers in parenthesis are there because i wasnt sure they should be included in the “code” or not. i also thought of this with the BSI - bunny smiles incorporated and also the years 1978 and 1979. the shits in asterisks are coughs and light coughs, which were capitalized in the closed captions so i included them too just in case

i then jotted, in parenthesis of course, the names of the animatronics when they were listed in the animation section of the video; bon aka the blue bunny, sha aka the sheep one, boozoo aka the clown<3 honk<33, and banny aka the purpled eyelashed up one who is also a bunny btw. also i got boozoo the clown and boozoo the mustache guy confused because apparently the clowns name is billy???? but they named “boozoo” in bons sleepover and showed the clown? idk maybe im an idiot and theyre the same or just an idiot and theyre different or a super mega (matt and ryan?!?!??) idiot in general which is probably the case

i started drawing little stars to write down things i thought would be super important or to 100% look at again. the first subject of this pointy torture was the part of the video where at 3:00, i marked it down to make sure to reverse the audio as it was most definitely a weird audio that has that signature warp-y effect that makes sure you KNOW its in reverse. i then listened back to it Very carefully (still got it wrong) and got this: “you finally start to remember. that old doll. they will look out for you soon” im also pretty sure i heard “sophie” at the end of that audio but im not entirely sure and dont remember and i dont wanna go back to check lmfao but anyways it didnt matter because i was wrong anyway. after i had finished all 3 walten files i watched the film theory video on the walten files (which didnt cover all 3 but was dece.) out of curiosity and to hear matpats signature silly little voice explain some stuff i already knew, and click some shit in my brain that i couldve thought up of if i was a bit more... i dont know honestly. anyways yeah so the actual audio is “you finally start to remember. that old day. they will look out for you soon.” so yeah. day, not doll.

i then wrote down “sarah evelyn”, the name on the bons sleepover animation (i dont remember if she created it or animated it or whatnot) and scribbled will she matter? under her name. turns out no, as i didnt see her name in the rest of the series, let alone the first video. this is also a great time to mention how matpat theory helped me realize that the walten files are collections of videos, uploaded onto youtube by anthony. (i already knew about anthony as he signed his name in the descriptions of the youtube videos, making me categorize this overall web series more into an arg type genre.) but yes, the tapes, recorded “irl” footage, animated clips, vhs tape recordings and other audio-visual content is all collected and labeled the walten files, as i had mistaken each video to be a tape. stupid me. alrighty, onward!

i starred this one, good for me; MISSING: Jack Walten LAST SEEN: 06/11/1974

i jotted down with an arrow that; sophie was a nightguard? she was wearing the uniform explained in tape 2 i dont know why but i went back into my video 1 notes after i had watched video 2. organization purposes. i guess.??

i then paused the video when the screen flickered a date, the beginning of video footage dated 10/10/1982 (Brian Stells?) god my little genius ass assuming the videographer was brian stells, based on the id card i saw earlier.

i then wrote down what text i saw on the dead, mangled, bloody body in the purple security suit; “i cant feel anything” “he thought i was her” then drew a little arrow pointing to; thought brian was sophie? or ashley? i also starred the name Brian Stells this is totally out of order LMFAOOOOOOOO also i wrote down ashley because, again, my little pea brain went back on my video 1 notes after watching video 2. but yep thats all i wrote for The Walten Files 1 - Company Introductory Tape

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #2

Tape #1 - created 07/02/1978

awesome how thats first and foremost in the captions. god. so sexy of you martin walls. /j /nsx

this pack of notes is chunkier because again, like i have mentioned before i am an absolute goober and thought the capitalized letters of the words would actually mean something. I MEAN MAYBE THEY DO AND IM JUST DOING IT WRONG but i stopped doing it after this video because holy shit it was exhausting and my stupid little fingers couldnt take the writing anymore becasue i am WEAK.

so write off the bat (squeak) i wrote down 197[] the blacked out rectangle over the last digit of that year and everything im also now assuming its probably 1978 or 1974 because lore reasons but whos to say but yeah i also wrote down this;

Tape #2 - created 08/13/1978

then, straight up in the beginning of the video i caught it, the flash of text, as i had by now realized i gotta be SUPER stupid focused on the screen in case i miss anything, i wanted to be crazy precise on my theorizing and mental notes, among other things. but yes i saw it, the first half of a youtube link; “https://youtu”

claps hands together and rubs them evilly. oh yeah baby. thats the hot lunch. this shit right here? the cats pajamas. lets fucking go.

i wrote down this goofy shit i pasued to inspect when i saw bon sorting through a file cabinet and naturally scribbled down the labels and other written things i could see on the files;

relocate X/X/75 felix

storage K-9 07/23/1975 felix k(ranken)

Bons Burgers 06/28/1974 Jack Walten

Shipping Service 1975

New Location -> 1982

i also wrote down more goofy shit, like when banny was created for some reason; in 1974

starred, i noted to go back and reverse the audio at 5:09, when played back, i didnt write it down so i dont remember. lmao.

i also marked to screenshot and brighten the darkened image i saw at 5:20, i was going to do it on my phone then realized i can just do it on my computer so i quickly took a screenshot, brightened it and wrote down what i saw; a missing person poster that read MISSING: SUSAN WOODINGS(?) Last seen: 1974 i was very unsure of the spelling of her last name because the image was so goddamn low quality and grainy but its what i saw. this is where tape #3 gets thrown in, which im gonna type again because i like how the formatting looks;

Tape #3 - created 07/09/1978 (BEFORE tape 2?!//1/1??? its more likely than you think)

i wrote down more dates, any dates i saw, i jotted down. i wrote;

Technical Support 1978

then,

Brian Stells (for some reason i dont remember right now)

alrighty this is where the stupid capitalized letters come in, but before it looks like i vomit a keysmash time infinity on this, ill put down the little inbetween things i wrote in the midst of the caps lockalypse like timestamps and stuff, so here you go;

- Reverse at 8:16 which i did but of course didnt write down what i heard. i think it was too warbled to hear anything clear out of it, or it was just the good ol auditory processing issues fucking me over yet again. WAIT yep yes i did here it is: “rosemary would go to the restaurant every night hoping that [her] beloved husband would reappear after being missing for weeks but no response until one day [s]he heard a voice [saying] ‘i know where he is rosie’ coming from the back stage” the bracketed stuff is the corrections, i misheard the audio and thought the audio said “his”, “he” and “singing” like a nimrod

- Brighten at 10:14 which was another missing person poster, but i dont think it had any information on it because i didnt write it down, just;

- Sophie again (pic at 9:08?) (dismemberd and put in Sha) i was stupid and wrong haha idiot it was rosemary who was put in sha but anywho

i starred and underlined a huge thing i discovered which was;

- Walten had 3 kids which i dont remember how i found out but it doesnt matter, its good important info i uncovered.

- Tape #4 - Unkown Date

- recorded 07/12-07/14 1978

- Hilary B, Ashley P & Kevin W i made sure to get these names down as soon as i saw them on screen but then realized shortly after i wouldnt really need to have it as the closed captions made sure i knew which person was talking by using their first initial (capitalized of course) before each line of text. this is the perfect time to announce the arrival of the clusterfuck of capital letters, which is going to include colons which will indicate that the letter before it is the initial of the person talking. without further aedue, here comes another chinese earthquake;

TCWTSTATO(K-9)TBSSFWFCNEHAWBSUBIUC(BSIIDC)OWHISF INBIJTILNSPL(K-9)LCSCKCCCWTTLTLITTTYROTFAJAMHPYYSTCSPMBBWSBIB H:NTPPCCK:DA:HH:YCPRPMWTCBCRAWK:JH:SYYTCPBACPSTBAWCA:TK(?):FMTTCMK:TCPNOA:DTOFK:ITNPPRA:YBUTIRRFH:HKIBESRAIA:TCK:WA:WPCCFTRRIDPEH:GGK:GPA:LKK:WA:HNCGTKMK:YH:IGKA:ESK:MFH:RK:HILRLBNTRPPUWHITRRTPEIFEPH:YWBEBPK:MAHPBTRPTRPEL(LN)HTACPKLIKHPFITSKLTKLB(LB?)ISIBSUBIPRW AEBATHSPUAICTPURTWBBRPHTRTIIIILTCITCUCCP S(bpe, be)WA”IDCPBPSIB

holy shit its finally over okay now onto some MORE of what i wrote down in between and also after that keysmash attack;

12 doors? (backrooms) 27? 26? i was unsure because ashley was unsure too lmfao

found cassette (6/11/78) <- says “discard”? yeah it did

Tape in clown audio, speaking voice; jack, susan, charles(?), rosemary, sophie, last word sounds like “walrus” it was walten lmfao

Ashley died? yeah she did lmfao OR AT LEAST I THINK SO??

starred this one, Reverse @ 17:06, then got this;

“they left the next day, they thought ashley left early, but she was in the backdoors, screaming as much as she could, but no one heard the screams, the following days the caretakers would complain about an awful smell coming from the backdoors, company decided to shut down facility until new advice, the relocate project was unsuccessful. ashley is still there, but she is not screaming anymore, she saw something she wasnt supposed to see and now shes beautiful” the phrase “shes beautiful” was repeating like a bajillion times in that wall of text. then, god motherfuckng bless:

at 17:23 i found the other half of the youtube link, “.be/k07QqEDOfQ” i pieced that bad boy together as instant as i think any form of ramen could never be, but remained ever patient. because i made sure to jot down this before moving onto my next segment;

@ end of vid 2, “shadow man sees* me when lights go off” im an idiot *it was actually “feeds” not “sees”, which AGAIN, i only found out after watching the stupid little film theory video *begins snarling and foaming at the mouth*

okay im not proud to admit im editing this to post it and realized ive lost my notes. well.

might as well post what ive got! if i find my shit ill add onto this, i suppose.

#the walten files #twf #notes #horror

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kaylawritesfics · 4 years

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100 Prompts List

Updated: February 23, 2021

*Many of these were taken from other prompt lists but some are mine*

Requests are open :)

Fluff

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

3. “I’m so proud of you.”

4. “I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “You’re really warm.”

6. “I love seeing you smile.”

7. “I love you.”

8. “Don’t be sorry.... It was kind of cute actually.”

9. “They’re good for each-other.”

10. “I’ll take the couch.”

11. “I promise.”

12. "I need a hug.”

13. “Please just kiss me already.”

14. “Are we on a date right now?”

15. “I think I’m in love with you.”

16. “I wish we could live together already.”

17. “This is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

18. “Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

19. “Ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

20. “You’re not very intimidating.”

21. “Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

22. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

23. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

24. “I fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

25. “Get over here, you doof.”

26. “Oh, look at you!”

27. “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”

28. “Thank you for staying with me.”

29. “Your eyes are so pretty.”

30. “Can I kiss you?”

31. “Oh no...he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

32. “It was a matter of time before we got together.”

33. “Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.”

34. “What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

35. “I’m here for you. I got your back.”

36. “I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

Angst

37. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

38. “But it’s my fault right?”

39. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

40. “I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

41. “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

42. “Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

43. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

44. “Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

45. “You’re not you.”

46. “When did you stop loving me?”

47. “I risked my life for you.”

48. “Leave.”

49. “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

50. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

51. “You deserve so much better.”

52. "You’re not broken"

53. “Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

54. “I know you lied to me.”

55. “Just leave me alone.”

56. “I never loved you.”

57. “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

58. “It’s always a losing game with you.”

59. “You were the one who walked out, not me.”

60. “No, not again. Please!”

61. “I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

62. “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

63. “Do you not remember me?”

64. “I’m not ready to get hurt again.”

65. “I hate you, I hate everything you stand for, every fibre of your being.”

66. “Thank you for ruining my life, I know exactly the kind of person I don’t want to become now.”

67. “You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!”

68. “Shoot me, I dare you, it’ll make you feel better.”

69. “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

70. “He’s the only person left! He’s the only thing I’ve got, the last good thing in my life!”

71. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

72. “She’s my daughter, can you really blame me for hating her when she’s just like me?”

73. “it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

General/Misc.

73. “Is that blood?” “.....No?”

74. “Why are you awake?”

75. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

76. “Sleepover? Please?”

77. “All you/I/they do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

78. “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

79. “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

80. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST! PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!”

81. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

82. “What did you do?”

83. “I asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

84. “Ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

85. “How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

86. “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

87. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

88. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

89. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

90. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

91. “You have wronged me so bitterly...”

92. “Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

93. “Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

94. “There’s nothing like a boys/girls/friends night.”

95. “I let you mooch off of my Netflix and this is how you repay me?”

96. “Don’t tell me how much money you spent on that.”

97. “You confuse me.”

98. “Sleep is for the weak.”

99. “No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.”

100. “What the hell is going on in here?”

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 5

Drunk Sad Boys and Katanas

It’s Roman’s birthday and Virgil has a gift for him.

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of genitalia, vomit

Chapter 4 | Masterlist | Chapter 6

Virgil sat up from his spot on the bathroom floor. It was early August now, 6 weeks since he met Princey and 2 days since their tour officially ended. The tour was a success, with nearly all of their concerts being fully booked. As soon as they got back they had one day to relax before their yearly tradition: Remus’ birthday. Remus refused to tell them the day of his actual birthday, only that it was in July. So they usually picked a random day in July where they had no plans. They would then proceed to get wasted, share some depressing and/or embarrassing shit about themselves, and have penis-shaped pancakes the next morning (Remus’ favorite). They weren’t actually able to celebrate it in July this year, since they didn’t think Thomas would appreciate them getting wasted while on tour. Virgil now sat there the next morning, trying to vaguely remember what embarrassing thing they confessed last night.

Janus had confessed that he was depressed and slightly suicidal before he met Virgil. “I was just takin’ a walk, thinkin’ ‘what if I just throw m’self off that cliff? Make those bast’rds find my *burb* body.’ Then YOU showed up outa NOWHERE, and then I was like ‘shit, I can’t die, pretty boy needs me.’”

Remus had confessed to having a twin. “He was Mr. Perfect, a jock with a 3.8 GPA and theatre nerd to boot. We had a fight right ‘fore I came out, he said ‘stop tryin’ ta be me!’ He went to a friends house while I came out to mom an’ pa. ‘You’re wrong,’ they said. ‘We have one son, not two!’ I left ‘fore he could go and ‘gree with ‘em. That’s why I don’t cel’brate on the day. He’s prob’ly sitting in their kitchen, the perf’ son with perf’ wife an’ kid with a big cake and no fuckup twin to ruin it.’

Virgil had confessed to having a crush on Patton, Logan and Roman. He blushed, remembering his word vomit- and literal vomit. “They’re all so goddamn cute. Pat texts me every few hours to make sure I’ve eaten. He makes puns and cookies and he’ll blabber on ‘bout the cutest little things. Lo’ll type a speech worth of stuff over jus’ ‘bout an’thin’. He uses r’lly big words, but he gets some wrong. He said that the number of stars ina sky are inf’itesimal, which realy means tiny. It was so damn cute. Then Princey! He has all these lil nicknames for me. He called me hot! What the fuck ‘m I s’posed to do? I’ll fuck it up like I always do and-” He then proceeded to vomit all over himself. Luckily, Virgil has multiple sets of clothes at Janus’ house.

Virgil eventually got up, going to make the aforementioned phallical flapjacks. Soon enough, everyone was sitting around the kitchen table with pancakes and headaches.

Bzzz

Virgil ignored his phone for the moment, going to clean up his dishes and get himself a fresh cup of coffee. He heard his phone go off two more times before he sat down. I wonder what they’re talking about this early in the morning.

P- (10:28 AM) Hey Ro? Are you gonna want the last slice of this Bday cake?

R- (10:28 AM) You can have it, Pattoncake. Though you shouldn’t be having cake for breakfast.

P- (10:28 AM) I know, but it’s SO GOOD!

Virgil nearly spat out his coffee. Birthday cake? Did one of them have a birthday and not tell me?

V- (10:29 AM) Who’s Bday was it?

L- (10:29 AM) July 28th was Roman’s Birthday.

R- (10:29 AM) Logan!

L- (10:30 AM) What? I was merely answering his question.

V- (10:30 AM) Why didn’t you tell me, Princey?

R- (10:31 AM) I’m sorry, storm cloud. You were busy traveling and I didn’t want to interrupt it. We don’t even celebrate it, really. It’s just cake and ice cream between the 3 of us.

P- (10:31 AM) And Presents!

R- (10:32 AM) And presents

Virgil bit his lip. Should he do this? Will it come off as too forward or creepy? Virgil sighed, sending his response before he could change his mind.

V- (10:33 AM) Name your gift. Anything you want

P- (10:34 AM) That’s not necessary, kiddo! But thanks for the offer!

R- (10:34 AM) A KATANA!

L- (10:34 AM) Roman, for the last time, you don’t need a katana.

R- (10:35 AM) Why?!? It would just be for decoration, I swear! Imagine: a stainless steel katana with a red and gold hilt, with the name PRINCE engraved into the metal. I would hang it above the mantle in the living room! It would be perfect!

Virgil looked up, Remus and Janus still eating. “Hey J, remember that favor you owe me?”

Janus looked up, looking perfectly calm and collected, even though his hangover was probably worse than Virgil’s. “Which one?”

“That time you groped a stranger, thinking it was Remus. You were too drunk to properly respond so I took the blame. And the ban from that club.”

He cringed, taking a sip of his coffee. “Ah, I remember now. What do you need?”

“How long would it take to get a stainless steel, custom made katana anonymously sent to a house around 20 minutes away from here?” Virgil had been surprised to find out that his new crushes lived in the same city as him. They didn’t know that, however. Actually, they hadn’t asked Virgil anything too invasive, usually sticking to hobbies and daily life. Virgil didn’t know how he felt about that.

Janus sighed, pulling out his phone. “Give me the details and address. I’ll see what I can do.”

Half an hour later, Janus told Virgil that it “would arrive at Prince Charming’s house in two weeks.” Virgil blushed at the nickname (so what if he’s fantasized Princey as Prince Charming? That’s none of J’s business) and pulled out his wallet. “If you attempt to pay me back I will personally remove your testicles.” Janus smirked, “Besides, you totally want to know how much it costs to order a katana.” Virgil sighed, pocketing his wallet. He pulled out his phone, deciding to leave it a surprise. He would also have to find a good apology gift for Logan and Patton.

V- (11:10 AM) I think I know what to get you now. It should arrive in 2 weeks. Happy Belated Birthday, Princey!

R- (11:11 AM) Ooh, what is it! I need to know, Marilyn Morose!

V- (11:11 AM) Not telling :)

And Virgil kept his word. Every day, Roman would ask what the surprise was, and every day, Virgil would refuse to answer. Two days before the katana was scheduled to arrive, Virgil called up the local confectioner and had them send Logan and Patton’s favorite chocolates to their house (dark chocolate-covered pomegranates for Logan, white chocolate-covered strawberries for Patton). When asked, Virgil had called them “Pre-apology sweets.” That only fueled Roman’s need to know what his belated gift was. Finally, the day arrived. It was a Saturday afternoon, so Roman would be at the theatre and Patton would be at the bakery. Virgil kept his phone glued to him all day, waiting for the inevitable Logan rant.

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:32 PM) Yeah, Lolo?

L- (2:32 PM) HOW COULD YOU?

V- (2:33 PM) In my defense, I gave you pre-apology chocolates.

R- (2:33 PM) IS IT HERE?!!? WHAT IS IT??? I’M ON MY WAY HOME NOW

L- (2:34 PM) ROMAN NO

R- (2:34 PM) ROMAN YES

R- (2:40 PM) SQUEEEE [*Photo Attachment*]

Virgil opened the attachment, excited to see how the katana turned out. It was stainless steel; with a red, gold, and white hilt. Both the metal and the sheath showed the word PRINCEY. It turned out quite nicely, in Virgil’s opinion.

V- (2:41 PM) Happy Birthday, Princey

R- (2:41 PM) I LOVE IT! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

L- (2:42 PM) Roman, where are we gonna put a FREAKING KATANA?

V- (2:42 PM) Roman said you guys had space above the mantle.

R- (2:43 PM) Logan just made the Windows error sound. I’m kinda terrified

L- (2:43 PM) FLAMES! ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE!

Virgil laughed, flopping back onto his bed. He called the confectioner again (he’s pretty sure their name is Joan?) to order another set of apology sweets for Logan and Patton. Logan liked Crofters Jam, right? Maybe he’ll like the jam-filled pastries. Today was a good day.

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Nocturne

Part 15 - Au contraire

It was supposed to be easy: confess your love for Park Jimin and spend the final moments of the year locked in his arms. Only one problem – he has a new girlfriend and now you need to save face. Good thing Yoongi is willing to play pretend. But how long until you catch feelings for the quiet music man?

Hye-jin. 8:55 PM, January 10th

Hye-jin paced by the front door. She stopped, glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror and pulled down her dress a little more.

“You look fine, Hye-jin.” Yn poked her head out from the kitchen with a smile. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head.

“You don’t think it looks like I’m trying too hard?” Hye-jin inspected the low-cut red dress in the mirror. It was tight to her body, emphasising the curve of her hips. It was the sort of dress she knew would get his attention, even if she was probably going to freeze to death first.

“You shouldn’t dress for Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve it.” Yn scoffed before returning to the kitchen. Hye-jin heard the fridge open. Of course, Yn was taking her time getting ready. In fact, Hye-jin was certain that Yn was still in her pyjama’s.

“I’m not dressing for Taehyung.” Hye-jin pouted at her reflection. “Besides, why aren’t you dressed?”

“Didn’t you hear, it’s a pyjama party!” Yn stepped out into the hall with a glass of orange juice.

Hye-jin rolled her eyes, Before she could respond, three sharp beeps sounded from outside.

“Hobi and Jin are here. I’ll see you at the party.” Hye-jin called behind her.

She hurried down the steps and into the front seat as quickly as she could.

“God it’s cold,” she muttered as she closed the car door behind her.

“Maybe you should have worn trousers,” Hoseok laughed, glancing at her bare legs before putting the car in drive.

“I think you look perfect.” Jin poked his head between the two seats, a dreamy smile on his face.

Hye-jin took a moment to inspect the redness around the tip of his ears before turning to Hoseok. “Okay, just how much has he had to drink?”

Hoseok shrugged, keeping his eyes glued to the road. “I lost track after three.”

“Aw, poor Jinnie.” Hye-jin pouted as she ruffled his hair.

Jin slapped her hand away and sat back in his seat.

“Ah, what do you mean ‘poor Jinnie’?” Jin barked, folding his arms across his chest to seem stern but all Hye-jin was reminded of was a child that had been scolded.

She laughed. “I can see the future, Jin. And yours has you with your head down the toilet.”

Beside her, Hoseok laughed. “What does my future hold?” He asked.

Hye-jin hummed as she thought. “For you I see… A night of making sure Jin doesn’t choke on his vomit.” She moved towards Hoseok. “Dibs not it.” She stage whispered with a giggle.

Hoseok glared at her as she reached for the aux cable and plugged her phone in.

“That was a cheap shot, Hye-jin, and you know it.”

Hye-jin grinned as the opening beat of her favourite party song began to play. “I know.”

“I’m insulted that you all think that I’m going to throw up. I never throw up.”

“Okay, Jin.” Hye-jin rolled her eyes as she placed her phone on her lap. She picked up the edge of her dress and ran her thumb across the fabric.

“You okay?” Hoseok asked.

“I’m fine. Just…” She let her sentence trail off. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. All she could figure out from the butterflies in her tummy was that she was nervous and had been from the moment she stepped into the car.

“Don’t worry, Hye-jin. I promise I won’t leave your side.” Jin rested his head against Hoseok’s chair and he placed his hand on Hye-jin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you said that on New Year’s and look what happened then.” She brushed his hand away with a scoff.

“What happened on New Year’s?” Hoseok glanced at the pair of them.

“Nothing happened, Hobi. Don’t worry about it,” she replied softly, turning her attention to the world beyond her window. Maybe she wouldn’t drink tonight. It seemed like her life only got more complicated when she drank. She could only hope that she would be able to keep her resolution for once.

Jungkook. 11:33 PM, January 10th

Jungkook pushed past the bodies crowded in his usually spacious lounge as he made his way towards the hall. He did not recognise a single soul. He would have to have words with Taehyung about who he invited to these parties in the morning, but right now there was only one person he wanted to speak to.

He hadn’t seen a sign of her yet and he was starting to worry. She was never late. The fact that she hadn’t arrived with her friends had stopped him from drinking. Well, from drinking his usual amount. He hoped that he would find her soon so he could quickly rectify the situation.

The fates, however, had other plans.

“Jungkook, my man!” Taehyung sang as he threw his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and led him towards the drinks counter. “What can I get for you?”

Jungkook shrugged Taehyung’s arm away. “Have you seen my sister?”

Taehyung rested against the counter as he thought. “I thought I saw her come in with Namjoon’s grumpy friend.”

“Yoongi?”

Taehyung shrugged before grabbing a bottle of beer. He rested the rim of the cap against the side of the counter and slammed the palm of his hand against it. The cap popped off with ease. Taehyung picked the cap up and tossed it into a bowl filled to the brim of caps, before offering the beer bottle to Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s his name. How does he know our sweet Yn?” Taehyung quirked a brow at Jungkook, gaze scanning the people in the kitchen.

Jungkook groaned, taking the bottle from him. He should have known. “He’s her boyfriend.” He took a sip from the bottle.

“Yn has a boyfriend?” Taehyung exclaimed, laughing slightly.

“Yup.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin won’t be happy to hear that.”

“Jimin?” Jungkook scoffed. “What about me? I’m her brother!”

“Eh. You have never really cared who she was hanging out with. Jimin on the other hand?” Taehyung nodded sagely.

“Why would Jimin care? They hardly speak to one another?”

“Au contraire, my dumb friend. If you heard the things I do, you would know that Jimin cares deeply for your pretty, pretty sister.”

“Dude. Don’t call Yn pretty.” Jungkook took a long sip from his beer. “Besides, I thought you and Hye-jin were back on?”

“Nah. She’s playing hard to get right now. Making me chase after her.” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure she’s playing?” Jungkook asked softly.

“She’s always playing,” Taehyung laughed.

“Just… word of advice man. You got to stop with the games. Hye-jin’s not going to want to play forever.”

Taehyung stared at Jungkook for a moment before shaking his head. “Have you seen her?”

Jungkook tipped his beer bottle towards the back door. “Last time I saw her, she was outside with Jin.”

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s shoulder with a smile. “Not for much longer, my friend.” With that, Taehyung was gone.

Jungkook shook his head, deciding he would take another lap around the house to see if he could find his sister before heading outside.

Yn. 12:14 AM, January 11th

“Yn! Hey, Yn!”

You turned around in the hallway, searching for whoever was calling your name. You had lost Yoongi and had spent the last twenty or so minutes looking for him in each of the downstairs’ rooms. But, alas, you had not seen even a hint of his dirty blond hair anywhere.

A body slammed into you from behind, momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Oh, Yn! It’s been so long.” The body untangled itself from you, spinning you around until you were face to face with one of Jungkook’s friends.

“Bambam, hi,” You replied timidly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Come! We should finish our competition.” He grabbed your hand and started to tug you towards the kitchen.

“Whoa! What competition, Bambam?”

Bambam rolled his eyes. “The one where you said you could out drink me! I call bullshit and now I’m about to prove you wrong,” Bambam slurred his words slightly, leaning heavily towards you.

You frowned, struggling to find the words to stop Bambam from leading you into the kitchen.

“YN!” You heard Taehyung’s voice call from somewhere behind you.

Bambam stumbled slightly as he stopped to turn around.

Taehyung patted your head as he stopped beside you. “Bambam, Lisa was looking for you.”

“Lisa?” Bambam suddenly stood up straighter, eyes peering behind Taehyung with a new interest in the people around them. “Imma fight her.” He declared proudly before charging back into the living room.

“What just happened?” You quizzed Taehyung, the sound of Bambam’s war cry still audible over the bass of the music.

“I don’t know, man, but Lisa’s in the kitchen.” Taehyung shook his head before placing both of his hands on your shoulders and looking directly into your eyes. “But that’s not what I need to tell you.”

“Okay…”

“It’s really, super important, Yn. You must swear not to tell anyone. A n y o n e.”

“What is it Taehyung?”

He looked around the hall before leaning closer towards your ear.

“I love Hye-jin,” He said, making no attempt to lower his voice.

You patted his shoulder. “Right, well why don’t you tell her that?”

“I have!” He whined, moving to lean dramatically against the wall. “She doesn’t believe me, Yn!”

“I wonder why,” You muttered. “Look, Taehyung. If you really love Hye-jin, you have got to stop with your bullshit. Be serious for once.”

Taehyung nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! I know how I can show her!”

“Okay, well. Go!” you held up your fist in support.

Taehyung took off, socks slipping against the hardwood floor, reminding you of a puppy trying to run for the first time. You giggled at the image before resuming your journey into the kitchen. One glance around the room had you scurrying towards the backdoor for escape. There were way too many people trying to get a refill. Not that you needed a refill. In fact, this was the first party you had attended where you had managed to not have a drink and you were kind of proud of the accomplishment.

“That’s what I can’t understand! Why would you willingly comply with the government’s bid to alter the way the general public thinks!” Namjoon slapped his thighs and sighed. You paused in the door with a smile.

Sitting on the bottom step leading into the garden was Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Finally, sober people!” you exclaimed as you took a seat on the step above them. Hoseok turned his body to face you with a smile.

“Yn! I wondered if you were actually going to show your face.”

You rolled your eyes at Hoseok before turning to Namjoon. “What conspiracy are you on this time?”

“They’re not conspiracies, Yn. You only need to open your eyes and look at what is going on. The government makes sure the people drink to keep them docile. They’re easier to control that way.” He tapped the side of his head with his index finger.

“Why did you even want this party if you think alcohol is just another way for the government to control the general public?” Hoseok quipped as he took another sip from what you knew was probably a glass of Sprite.

Namjoon nodded his head towards the back of the garden where you could just make out the figure of someone stumbling up the garden path towards the house. You watched as the figure stumbled backwards before falling on their behind.

Namjoon shook his head with a smile. “Idiots.”

Hoseok looked up at you. “I need a drink.”

“Don’t we all.” You laughed.

“Are you on that again?” a voice sounded from behind you. You found yourself smiling before Yoongi even had the chance to sit down beside you. He knocked his shoulder into yours, holding out the drink in his hand to you. “Don’t listen to him. The only reason he doesn’t drink is that he got sloshed on WKD in our first year and puked on the guy he fancied.”

You shook your head, trying to hide your laughter by taking a sip. You glanced at Yoongi when the taste finally settled on your tongue. Or rather, the lack of alcohol in the drink. You had not told Yoongi you weren’t planning on drinking this evening.

Namjoon choked on his drink. “I did not!” he spluttered.

Beside him, Hoseok laughed.

Namjoon glared at Hoseok, who took no notice and continued to laugh to himself, before turning his glare to Yoongi.

“Maybe I should tell Yn about the time you told a complete stranger you loved them when you got drunk in first year.” Namjoon teased.

Yoongi shrugged. “That’s not as embarrassing as throwing up on your crush.” Yoongi smirked, leaning back on the step slightly. He moved his arm behind you, thumb gently grazing your elbow.

Hoseok stopped laughing to look at you both with disgust. “If you weren’t so cute, it would be disgusting.”

“What would?” Namjoon asked, to which Hoseok nodded his head in your direction.

“Fuck me, you actually grew a pair and asked her out.”

“Actually,” Yoongi looked down at you with a small smile. “Technically, she asked me out first.”

Namjoon nodded his head, contemplating Yoongi’s answer. “Yeah. That makes more sense.”

Yoongi looked blankly at Namjoon. “Thanks, Joon.”

You giggled, resting your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Hye-jin. 2:56 AM, January 11th.

Hye-jin was not drunk. The fact that on her way to refill her cup she had tripped over her own feet three times meant nothing. She pushed her hair out of her face as she made her way over to the drinks counter. She paid no mind to the two men chatting beside her until-

“I can’t believe she has a boyfriend.”

“I know. When Yn told me-”

“Yn doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Hye-jin interjected with a scoff. She put down the last of the raspberry vodka to stare at Jungkook and Jimin. “I think I would know if she had a boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, that’s not what Yn said to me.” Jungkook shrugged.

“They do look cute together,” Jimin added.

“Wait, what?”

“Namjoon’s friend and Yn.”

“Yoongi?” Hye-jin turned away from the alcohol, focusing all her attention of them.

“Yeah” Jungkook took a sip of his drink, avoiding Hye-jin’s gaze.

Hye-jin gazed around the room, dumbfounded. “That little bitch,” she said louder than she intended. “She said nothing was going on between them.” She turned angrily back towards the drinks counter and resumed pouring herself a shot.

“She didn’t tell you?” Jungkook took a step closer toward Hye-jin when she downed the first shot and immediately went to pour herself a second.

“Does this look like the face of someone who knew?” she quipped.

“I don’t know, Hye-jin. You are an actress…” Jungkook mused.

“That is so not the point.” Hye-jin sighed and downed the second shot. Hye-jin stared down at the empty shot glass. Did she do something? She thought that you shared everything with each other. She knew she could be a little aggressive when it comes to setting them up, but that was only because they needed the push.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when arms wound themselves tightly around her, a face pressing into the side of her neck.

“There you are!” Taehyung sang, planting a sloppy kiss on her neck.

Hye-jin groaned, struggling to free herself from Taehyung’s grasp. He was the last face she wanted to see tonight. “Get off me, you buffoon.” She pushed him, sighing as she felt his presence finally take a step back from her.

She turned to face him. His face was flushed, and she knew that he had drunk his limit for the evening. And for once, she did not want to join him.

She said nothing as she left the kitchen, deciding to spend the evening with the one person in the world who she would not wake up in the morning with regret.

YN. 2:56 AM, January 11th

You bite down on the burger and moan as the succulent beef melts on your tongue. You savour the moment.

“I mean, the burger’s good. But it’s not that good.” Yoongi chuckled to himself as he took a bite into his own burger.

You had ditched the party. For some reason, you could not get yourself to relax enough to enjoy the drunk shenanigans happening around you. It was too loud, too busy. So when Yoongi had asked if you wanted to leave to get something to eat, you couldn’t jump fast enough.

So here you were, sitting in his car in some abandoned car park eating the best burger of your life.

“You don’t understand, Yoongi. It’s been so long.” You take another bite and moan again, this time upping the length to make your point.

“This is so far from being a decent burger. The best burger is from the street vendor in the park.”

“A street vendor? I don’t believe it.”

“Trust me. Once you have had a burger from there, all other burgers are ruined. I’ll take you there some time.”

You contemplate his words with a pout for a moment. “Are you asking me on a date, Min Yoongi?” You raise your brow at him, struggling to stop yourself from breaking into laughter when he froze mid-bite.

He moved the burger away from his lips, looking straight ahead as he answered you. “No, I just want to show you your wrong.”

“Sounds like a date to me.” You smiled, returning back to your burger.

“Do you want it to be a date?” He asked quietly.

You hesitated. Was that what you were truly asking for? You did not want to seem overly keen on the idea of a real date with him, not when this was all fake in the first place. You couldn’t let yourself develop feelings for him.

“How come your mum’s so hell-bent on you finding a girlfriend anyway?” you asked instead, hoping that would distract him from his question.

He sighed. “It’s a long story.” He shrugged.

“I have time.” You finished off your burger, wiping your hands on a napkin before facing Yoongi.

He finished off his own burger before starting. “My dad and brother… they, uh, they passed away.”

“Oh, Yoongi.” You reached out and placed your hand on his and squeezed.

He looked down at your hand on his, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s okay, Yn. Mum just has it in her head that everything will be okay if she can see me married. They never were, and my brother was engaged when he died. I think she thinks if I’m married, then nothing bad can ever happen to me.”

You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes as you laced your fingers with him. “Yoongi, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi shook his head slightly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid, Yoongi. She wants to see you happy.”

Yoongi turned to look at you. “I am,” he replied softly.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he stared at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Suddenly you were glad he could not see you clearly as you turned your face away,

“Yn?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is Jin so interested in our sex life?”

Your mouth flapped uselessly as you tried to comprehend his question. “He asked you what?”

Yoongi laughed. “Yeah, I was a little surprised considering you were saying not that long ago that you hadn’t told any of them.”

“I told them you were driving me tonight. Jin assumed.”

“That we’re having sex?” He raised his brow at you.

“Yeah, Jin’s form of friendship is making sure everyone is having just as much sex as he is.”

“Jin has a lot of sex? I always got the feeling that he’s a virgin?”

“It’s his dad jokes, right?”

“Little bit.”

You laugh. “I’m sorry about him. He just gets a little… excited sometimes.”

“Yeah… I know. Namjoon won’t shut up about Jin bugging him on Twitter.”

“That I can’t apologise for, mostly because Jin winding up Namjoon is kind of hilarious.”

“That it is.” Yoongi agreed, smile plastered on his face. “You know they’re going to find out eventually, right?”

“I know. I plan on telling them soon. I just don’t want to do it over the phone, you know?”

“I get that. But… if you need someone to hold your hand…”

You smiled, lifting your entwined hands. “I think you’ve already got that covered.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi tried started to move his hand away.

You pouted as you gripped his hand a little tighter. Yoongi chuckled before relaxing his grip and lowering your hands into his lap.

“You know, as much as I like holding your hand, I can’t hold it and drive.”

“Do we have to go just yet?” you whined

“It’s getting late.”

“I know, but I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Don’t you have an essay due on Monday?”

“Yeah.” Reluctantly you removed your hand from his. “I guess you’re right.”

Yoongi turned his car on. “Trust me, I have never been so upset to be right before.”

He pulled out of his parking spot, manoeuvring the car back onto the road.

“Do you think Hye-jin will be upset? When we break-up I mean?”

“Why would she be upset?”

“She was so excited when I told her you were driving me tonight.” You sigh. “I guess I’m just a little scared about how she’ll react when we do break up.”

Yoongi remained silent for a few moments. “What if we don’t break up?” he asked quietly.

“Don’t be silly, Yoongi. We have to break up at some point. What if you meet a girl you really like?”

“Yeah, what if?” He sighed. “Well, if you need help breaking it to Hye-jin… you know where to find me.”

“I know. Thanks, Yoongi.”

Finally, Yoongi pulled up outside your building. You hesitated slightly as you took off your seat belt. Yoongi turned to face you, brow raised.

“Thank you, Yoongi. For tonight. I had fun.”

“Me too, Yn. Thanks for inviting me.” He turned to face forward once more and that’s when you decide to do it.

You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. His face turned towards you as you pulled away and for a moment, you are distracted by how close he is. Your breath caught in your throat as neither of you moved away, entranced by the other. Then Yoongi started to lean forward.

You pulled away completely and opened your door. “Night Yoongi.” You called as you scrambled out of the car. You hurried to let yourself in, waving briefly at Yoongi from behind your door before closing it.

You rest your head against the frame and let out a shaky breath, wondering, not for the first time, just how you managed to get yourself into this situation.

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