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[letsriddlemethislucifer]

@derriereunemasque​ || Cont. xXx ||

               --- “Oh, I-I see. Gale, then.” Stiffened shoulders lowered at this. Not in defeat or relief, but perhaps in a way to show his befuddlement. So...he wasn’t here for food, but to check on him?

Ah! Was he perhaps worried on whether Soleil had kept quiet? He hadn’t even thought to alert anyone of his own predicament, now that he thought about it. Well, it was relatively his own choice to make the contract, after all.

“Not to worry. I made today’s quota with a bit of luck to the season.” He reassured, thinking the other meant by business matters. Clearly, Ren did not have the same natural wiring as everyone else. The man could be thinking numerically constantly for all Gale knew.

His palm had a shiny new wrapping around it as well, showing he was not entirely shaken from the prior attack. “Oh-- Do you need me to reimburse you for the hotel stay? I should have plenty to pay back if need be.”

[azrakaban]

I love the Smiths - Mattheo Riddle

A/N: It's short. I know. I'm just in shock. #4 in jkrowling?! HELLO? TYSM I LOVE YOU AAAALL

Summary: Mattheo finds a non depressing person who listens to the same depressing music as him

Music suggestions: Back to the old house (2011 remaster) - The Smiths, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smith

Warnings: Mentions of drug use (not Mattheo or reader), cursing, fluff

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT DO DRUGS. I never have and never intend to, all descriptions of the effects of weed are brought to you from compulsory PSHE lessons (That's all I'm basing it off of so may be inaccurate) :) 

Pronouns mentioned: The reader has she/her pronouns, but feel free to change it in ur mind, it's not plot relevant xxx

...

Mattheo's POV

Sometimes all you need at the end of the bad day is rain and a smiths vinyl.

And fortunately for a certain younger Riddle son, that's exactly what he had. Well, that and a pack of cigarettes. 

He lit one as he sat back against the cracking stone bricks of the tower walls, just as A There Is Light That Never Goes Out came on. He exhaled the smoke, feeling partially guilty about the health effects he'd been so dubiously warned about by the posters plastered across the school walls. 

It's not like professor sprout didn't mean well by growing medicinal cannabis for some students, it's just that some slightly more raucous Ravenclaws and Gryffindors saw it as a personal invitation to get high. 

Not Mattheo though - he didn't like the stuff, knew it fucked with your head in the worst way possible, so he steered clear of it. He stuck to depressing 80s music to keep him happy. Ironic really. 

He looked up at the stars, trying to spot patterns before drifting off into his mind. 

'Because it's not my home, it's their home

and I'm welcome no more...'

"I love the smiths." Came a voice from the doorway, and Mattheo spun sharply. "What?" He said quietly. 

"I said I love the smiths." Came the voice again, and this time it registered with him that it belonged to a gorgeous girl standing in the doorway.

He grinned, returning the nervous smile on your face. "Yeah?? Well, you've got good taste then." He said, taking a puff of his cig. You flicked it from his hand with a small smile. He looked up at you, confused. 

"Why-?" He said, raising an eyebrow. 

"I heard you complaining about it in transfiguration earlier. At least, I think it was you. Sounded like your voice. It was a deep voice, whining something like 'Theo I wanna quit but you keep putting them on my bedside so I caaaaaan't.'" You imitated him perfectly, and Mattheo laughed. 

"Yeah, sounds about right." He said, smirking to himself. 

You laughed with him. "I imagined you looking at him the way a toddler looks at you before asking if you have games on your phone." You admit, smiling as you sit beside him. 

Mattheo stifled a laugh. "Really? I think I was more looking at him like how a kid looks at their parent before they ask them to watch them do something really bad, like a backflip that turns into an A&E trip." He replied, trying to light another cigarette. You flicked that one off the tower. 

He nodded, mouthing a quick thanks. You laughed. "I'll take those." You stole the cigarettes from his pocket, leaning across Mattheo. Instinctually, he sniffed, smelling your shampoo. You pulled back, looking confused.

"Did you just sniff my hair?" You said, half laughing. He flushed. "It was right there! What was I gonna do? Smelt good though." He acknowledged. "Some kind of spice?" He guessed. 

"Cinnamon." You replied, smiling. He ah'ed in acknowledgement, before he looked up at the stars. You mirrored him. 

"Look. Taurus." You pointed up at a cluster of stars. Mattheo looked up, not seeing anything. "Is it really?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. You giggled. "No idea, but it could be. Why, did it make me seem smart?" You replied, looking over at him.

"Will you push me off of here if I say no?" He laughed. You gently pushed him. "Debating it. If I push you I can steal your vinyl and player." You smirked. 

"Ah, but without me, you'd have no-one to listen to them with." He gently shoved you back. 

You nodded, agreeing with him. "True that."

He smiled, and you sat in silence for a while, before he broke it. "So, what brings you up here at midnight?" He queried, looking at you with a strange expression. 

"Friends. They're driving me insane." You replied, laughing a little. He nodded with you. "Same here." He sighed. 

You looked at him. "What did yours do?" He laughed. 

"Nothing much... they have good intentions it's just..." He grimaced.  "They're trying to set me up with this girl I've never met. She sounds great it's just... I want to know someone before I ask them out, you know? God that sounds corny." He groaned, and your mouth quirked, eyes seeing the stars but not registering them.

"No, I agree. Blind dates are awkward." You shuddered. "Have much experience?" He teased. You shook your head, smiling. "I'm going off of several cheesy rom coms." You shrugged.

"A romance girl hmm?" He smirked. You shoved him. "Loud and proud, tease me all you want, at least my standards aren't the bare minimum." He looked surprised. "It's not a bad thing you know. In my cheesy romance movies, the romance book girls tend to be the best love interests." He shoved you back gently as you gasped. 

"You watch romance movies?" You said quietly. "Don't give me that look, Blaise's mum loved them and I spent summers with them. You learn to tolerate them." He chuckled. You smiled.

"Do you have a favourite?" He gave you a look. "Don't be ridiculous."

You gave him puppy eyes and he relented. "10 Things I hate About you." You smiled happily. "Good choice." 

And then something hit you. "Did you call me a love interest?" He looked confused. "What?" 

"You said the romance book girls are the best love interests are the romance book girls directly after i said it. Do you see me as a love interest, Mr Riddle?" You teased, and he flushed again. 

"You know who I am?" He said quietly. You nodded. "Then why for Salazar's sake are you still here?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"You didn't ask me to leave, so why would I go?" You looked confused. He shook his head. "If you know who I am you've probably heard the rumours about what I'm like. That I'm like... him." You got the implication. 

"Well, you haven't tried to kill me, and you've had plenty of opportunities to push me off the tower, so I'd say you're pretty good in my books." You smiled. He gave you a weak one, clearly still processing. 

"So, do you see me as a love interest?" You repeated, smiling as he blushed slightly again.

"Maybe I do." He murmured. You smiled. "You're cute when you blush." You kissed his cheek before you stood. "Where are you going?" He said, looking crestfallen.

"I prefer to get to know people before I cast them as my love interest." You replied, smiling. 

"See you in transfiguration." And with that, you made your dramatic exit. 

He smiled to himself as you left, and sat there for a few moments in contemplation. What in the fever dream?

...

Mattheo was just leaving charms as he saw a head of (y/h/c) hair leave the history of magic classroom. He looked closer, spotting your gorgeous eyes that he'd been lost in the previous night. And then, in horrifying mortification, he realised he didn't know your name. 

"HEY! SMITHS GIRL!" He yelled, pushing past people to catch up with you, you span around, smiling. 

"Hi." He said a little breathlessly, and you giggled. "We umm, only listened to Side A of my vinyl last night, you wanna do Side B tonight?" He asked, crossing his fingers in his robes. You nodded, smiling, as his friends caught up. 

"I'd love to. But i don't want to keep you from your friends. Hey Theo." You waved to the guy standing behind Mattheo. Mattheo froze as Theo smirked. "Hi n/n. Mattheo, this is the girl I was telling you about. Y/n, Mattheo, Mattheo, Y/n. Though it seems you two are already aquainted?" He raised an eyebrow. 

You flushed. "A little." You murmured. Mattheo nodded sheepishly. "See you tonight, Smiths Girl." He smirked. 

"I have a name!" You called as he left with his friends. "SEE YOU TONIGHT Y/N!" He yelled back, laughing. Theo smirked at him. 

"Don't."

...

Over the next few weeks, you two grew incredibly close. Yapping about people, buried trauma... everything and anything that came up under the moonlight. 

"I love the moon." You said after a particularly deep talk, which had Mattheo nearly on the verge of the tears for the first time in he couldn't remember how long. He turned to you, giving you a sad smile.

"Why's that?" He murmured, watching your features illuminated by the light. 

"It's known you your whole life, through every bad fringe, through every cringy Twilight era, and still loves you. It still doesn't go away, except during the day, which is when the sun watches you. You don't need it then. But as soon as you do, it's there. It only goes when it has to, not because it wants to." You said thoughtfully. Mattheo chuckled slightly.

"Sure you're not over personifying it there?" He whispered, gently nudging you. You shook your head. 

"Look at that and tell me you don't think it can feel." Mattheo looked. And this time he saw. 

He saw what you saw in the moon. He saw what it represented in you. And he decided in that moment, he would stay. He would be your moon, if you would be his sun. But how could he tell you that? He couldn't, god no. 

So he just let his hand inch closer to yours, getting close, so unbearably close and then moving away, like magnets. 

"Y/n?" He murmured. You turned to look at him. "Yeah?" You whispered. 

He swallowed the words he wanted to say, instead opting for something that wouldn't probably make you turn and run away from him. 

"Thank you for telling me about you. And thank you for hearing about me." He said, giving you a small smile. 

"Don't thank me for something I'd willingly do whenever." You replied, watching the stars, and Mattheo wasn't sure if something inside him healed or broke. 

"You'll be the death of me." He chuckled lowly. You smiled. 

"I'd rather be the life of you." You replied, giggling before standing and going to leave. He reacted on instinct, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. 

"Stay? Please." He murmured, pulling you back down. You let him pull you, and found yourself sat between his legs, back against his chest, watching the stars. 

Another song came on, and you smiled. "I love this one!" You said, and stood again. For a moment, Mattheo panicked, before you held out a hand for him. 

"Dance with me?" You whispered, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Well, to Mattheo, your eyes sparkled all the time, but more under the starlight. 

He stood, smiling as he took your hand and fake bowed, wiggling his eyebrows as he gently rested his hands on your hips, pulling you a little closer. 

You smiled, dancing  in silence for a while before he spoke. "It's a little cold." He said, and you nodded, shivering a little. "Mhm." You said. Damn, you should have brought a jumper. He noticed you shivering. "Come here, y/n." He murmured, outstretching his arms for you. 

You hesitated, and he worried that he'd pushed you too far, before you conceded, moving into his arms. He rested his chin on your head, happy to be a source of warmth if it kept you happy. You snuggled into him and Mattheo physically felt his heart ache, like it wanted out of his chest and into yours. 

"Honestly, fuck you." He said, groaning. You looked up, seeming surprised. "What?" 

"You come up here, where I was fine alone, and share all these things, and  that make me share things that I haven't told anyone before, and what's fucking more, you don't make me feel bad about it, you help me, and suddenly I'm not fine alone, and I need you."

"And I don't like needing people, it just gets you hurt, but you're not like other people, and I'm okay with needing you, because everytime I see you, you heal some tiny part of me, and fuck you because I am so hopelessly, desperately, in love with you." He said, walking back and forth infront of you as you tried to process. 

"I'm sorry." You whispered, smiling. He groaned. "And now you're apologising for it, and you look so fucking pretty and all I can think about it how much I want to kiss you." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, damp from the rain, and a raindrop fell down his face like a tear. 

"You should. Kiss me I mean. I'd like that." You whispered, and you were barely through with your sentence before his lips were on yours, and you were kissing him, and his one of his hands was cupping your face and another one held your waist.

Mattheo kissed like a man starved, but oh god was it amazing. He kissed you, because you were his oxygen, his everything. 

When he finally broke apart from you, he grinned, then laughed softly, and so did you. 

"Merlin, I love The Smiths." He exhaled, still laughing quietly. You giggled. "Me too. But they share my heart with this one guy, can't think who." 

He laughed at that too. "Can't imagine who you'd be talking about." 

You smiled. "Yeah, it's this stranger I met on the astronomy tower, who likes the same music as me, and is super nice when you get to know him, and who i think loves me too. Oh, and he's also really cute." You added as an afterthought. 

"He's definitely in love with you, given he's usually a little shit to everyone else, including his best friends. OH SHIT. Theo. He's going to be so smug. We CANNOT tell him. I'm begging you." Mattheo fell to his knees, pleading with you in  mocking way. 

"Tell him what?" You smiled innocently, and Mattheo rolled his eyes. 

"That I am yours, Y/N, if you want me, and you are mine if you want that." He replied. 

You nodded. "I want that."

Mattheo kissed you at that, and before you left the astronomy tower, and before he said goodnight to you.

...

The next day, Mattheo saw you outside his charms class, and you shot him a smile. He gave up at that, walking over and giving you a short kiss, smiling into it when you kissed back before the two of you pulled apart. 

"What happened to staying secret?" You murmured, giggling at the surprised expressions of your friends and the surrounding students. He shrugged. "I love my smiths girl." There was a cough behind you, and you turned to see Theo smirking. 

"HA." Theo coughed loudly, his smirk growing more cocky by the second. 

"DON'T." Mattheo glared. 

"Okay, I won't, jeez." Theo put his hands up in mock surrender. 

Mattheo relaxed. 

"Just call me cupid." 

"SON OF A-"

A/N: WOAH. Azra uploaded twice within a month, is she okay? NO GUYS. I have a new crush. YIPPEE. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this crack fic and didn't cringe too much reading it. xxxx

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hey if you write a pattern for the chilchuck amigurumi I will buy it instantly

ive gotten multiple asks about this, so ill just answer them all here in one go.

i wrote down everything while i was working on it, but i theres some stuff that i would do diffrently and i also didnt take a lot of process pics so it wont be a full proper pattern for those reasons, but ill add all that i have under the cut!

i dont want any compensation, but if you wanna do me a favor you can donate to esims for gaza, unrwa, any of these gefundme's, or another trusted charity of your choice.

now to the pattern! i would love to see the results of anyone making a squeakychuck, feel free to tag or dm me :)

the dimensions of this depend on the size of ur squeaker and yarn, i had a 4ish cm squeaker and somewhat thick 4/8 cotton yarn (kinda 6/8ish thickness). depending on ur yarn and squeaker u might need to follow a different pattern for the body.

if youre using a different body base pattern, the tunic and blouse pattern are pretty easily adjustable. ill add some notes for that at those sections of the pattern. ill also link some videos i used at relevant sections.

if theres an Action store near where u live, see pic below for the yarn i used for the skin, reddish brown, black and light brown. i got 3 of these but 2 packs was enough. the dark brown and creme were from my stash. i also got the squeaker from a donut dog toy from Action.

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abreviations list (all in us terms):

mr = magic ring

sc = single crochet

hdc = half dubble crochet

slst = slipstitch

ch = chain

bobble = 5 double crochet in one stitch

4inc = 4 sc in one

4 inc = increase in the next four stitches

BLO = back loop only

FLO = front loop only

what you need:

-skin color of choice yarn

-creme/white yarn (normal for body, thin for blouse)

-greyish creme (for boot flaps)

-black yarn

-dark brown yarn

-light brown yarn

-reddish brown yarn

-green yarn

-4 tiny buttons (for arm joints)

-cardboard (for shoe sole

-3.5mm hook

-squeaker

-needlefelt needle

-stuffing

-stitchmarker (optional, i always mark the first stitch of the round)

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once again disclaimer, this is not a propper pattern, this is just what i wrote down while i was crochetting. it may not nessecarily be the best way to do it. i wanted most clothes to be removable, but you have to partially disassemble the doll if you want to remove them. if you dont like how something looks or works ur free to do whatever you want. big fan of fucking around and finding out personally.

if you have any questions feel free to dm me, might take me a while to reply though.

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SQUEAKY CHUCK PATTERN 3.5mm hook

head (skin)

r1: sc 6 in mr

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc 1, inc) x6

r4: (sc 2, inc) x6

r5: (sc3, inc) x6

r6: (sc4, inc) x6

r7: (sc 5, inc) x6

r8-15 : sc 42

r16: (sc 5, dec) x6

r17: (sc 4, dec) x6

r18: (sc3, dec) x6

r19: (sc2, dec) x6

r20: (sc 1, dec) x6

r21: sc 12

slst, fasten off

ears x2 (skin)

r1: sc6 in mc

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc, inc) x6

r4-6: sc 18

r7: dec 9. slst fatsen off.

Body - leg up (skin, black, thick creme)

start with skin

r1: ch 6, inc in 2nd from hook, sc 3, 4inc, sc 3, inc

r2: inc 2, sc 3, inc 4, sc 3, inc 2

r3: inc 3, sc 5, inc 6, sc 5, inc 3

r4: BLO sc in all

r5: sc 3, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 6, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 3

r6: sc 1, dec, sc 4, dec 6, sc 4, dec, sc 1.

r7: sc 6, dec 3, sc 6

stuff

-r8 dec, sc in all

change color to black [color change video]

r9-23: sc in all

1st leg: fasten off

2nd leg [joining legs video]:

r24: sc7, ch 1, sc join in 1st leg after last sc, sc13, sc1 in visible v loop of ch1, sc 7

r25: sc7, sc 1 in remaining v loop of ch1, sc21

r26-31: sc 28

r32: sc 7, change color to creme/white, slst 1, sc 20

r33-35: sc 29

r36: (sc 8, dec) x3

r37: (sc7, dec) x3

r38: (sc6, dec)x3

add squeaker

r39: sc21

r40: (sc 5, dec) x3

r41-42: sc18

r43: (sc 1, dec) x6

fasten off

Arms (skin, dark brown)

i made the arms movable with button joints, but after looking at some videos i discovered that what i did is not called a button joint and i dont have a video explaining it, so i hope this drawing helps.

the red bits are the buttons inside of the arms and body, and the thread (blue for clarity, i matched it w the skin) should be pulled tight and finished off with a double or tripple knot inside the body.

or you could just sew on the arms that also works. but wait with doing that until youve finished the blouse as the hands dont fit through the sleeves. i have a seperate section on assembly at the end of the pattern.

start with skin

r1:sc6 in mc

r2: inc x6

r3(sc, inc)x6

r4 : sc 18

change color to brown

r5: sc 18

1st arm r6: sc 3, bobble, sc 14.

2nd arm r6.2: sc 14, boble, sc 3

[i matched the top loop to the bobble color but i think it would look better if u didnt]

r7: sc 18

r8: (sc 4, dec)x3

r9: (sc 3, dec)x3

r10 sc12

color switch to skin (you might want to do this a round earlier, i didnt initially plan on making the gloves flared, and this color change part can sometimes be seen and look kinda weird)

r11-14: sc 12

r15: (sc4, dec)x2

r16-19 : sc 10

r20: (sc3, dec)x2

r21: sc8

insert button joint

r28: (sc2, dec)x2

slst, sew shut

glove flare (dark brown)

r1: ch 15, slst join LONG TAIL

r2: (sc4, inc)x3

r3: sc4, inc, sc8, inc, sc 4

r4: sc 2, slst fasten off

sew 2 rows below thumb bobble

boots (light brown, dark brown, greyish creme) [video]

these are removable but they dont go on easily, so you gotta patiently massage the feet in there.

start with light brown

ch 7, start in 2nd from hook:

r1: sc 5, 3inc, sc 4, inc

r2: inc, sc 4, inc 3, sc 4, inc 2

r3: inc, sc 5, hdc inc 7, sc 5, inc 2

r4: slst fasten off. sew in holes/tails, fray ends for flat gluejob. trace onto cardboard for sole.

switch color to dark brown

r1: BLO join slst, BLO sc in all

r2-3: sc in all

glue in sole

r4: sc 8, dec 5, sc 12

r5: sc 7, dec 4, sc 10

r6: sc7, dec2, sc 10

r7-10: sc in all

switch color to greyish creme

r11-12: sc in all

r13: slst, FLO sc in all

r14-16: sc all

slst fasten off

flip the greyish creme flap over.

blouse (thinner creme)

this is a standard raglan pattern, if you need the whole thing bigger/smaller you need to have more/less chains at the beginning. this change also carries over to the collar. the increases are evenly spaced for me, and unless your doll has a very broad chest this shouldnt have to change.

if the arms need more space you need to either add more rows to the r3-7 part and/or add more chains in r8 (this part should fit pretty sugg around the body)

i was experimenting a bit w using BLO to minimize the gap where the sleeve and body seperate (r8). it worked p good but you can ignore it if you dont understand it and just sc in all.

(edit: if this confuses you, understandable. I answered an ask abt it here but feel free to ask if its still unclear)

r1: ch24, slst join.

r2: (sc 5, inc) x4

r3-7: inc in first of previous inc. last row should have 10 sc between increases.

r8: sc5, blo sc 1, ch 5, blo sc join in 1st of next inc, sc 11, blo sc1, ch5, blo sc join in 1st st of next inc, sc 5

r9: sc6, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc1, sc11, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc 1, sc 6

r10-13: sc in all (36)

r14: (sc8, inc)x4

r15: sc in all (40)

slst finish off

Sleeve

r1: join mid armpit, slst ,sc2, sc in the leftover bits from the BLO stitches, sc 11, sc in leftover BLO bits, sc2

r2-6: sc in all

collar

join left-middle front, sc 7, inc, sc8, inc, sc 7. turn

r2: sc7, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 7. turn

r3: sc8, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 8. turn

cuffs

r1: join mid body-facing side, FLO sc 20

r2-4: sc 20, slst fatsen off

Tunic (red brown) [tunesian entrelac crochet]

if you want to make this bigger i recommend keeping the same square layout, but making the squares bigger. its a bit of measuring and math to figure it out.

the tunic is made in tunesian crochet and i dont really know what written patterns for that look like so i hope this makes sense.

for a single square:

r1: ch4, start in 2nd back bump from hook. pull up a loop from ever back bump. you should have 4 loops on your hook total. simplestitch in all

r2-4: simplestitch in all.

r5: slst in all. fasten off

for the slanted parts i did the decrease by pulling through the middle 2 loops in one go on the back pass

this is how the full thing should look, its worked from bottom left to top right.

sew together the shoulders together, then sew in all of the ends

:) good luck

tunesian crochet has a tendancy to curl, so if you used cotton i def recommend blocking it

i defined the grid a little bit with a dark brown pencil.

cowl (green)

BLO sc 7, repeat till desired lenght, then BLO slst join the last row to the first.

scalp undercut bit (dark brown)

r1: sc 6 in mr

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc 1, inc) x6

r4: (sc 2, inc) x6

r5: (sc3, inc) x6

r6: (sc 4, inc)x6

r7: sc36

sew on back of the head (recommend doing this before the ears and face, see end for more detailed assembly instructions)

hair (reddish brown) [hair video]

disclaimer, this is kind of a mess. the lenghts didnt line up the way i intended so i improvised by adding loose strands and spent a lot of time pinning every strand in place before glueing them down.

i used bison kit contact glue since its sturdy, transparant, flexible and waterproof. you can use hot glue as well, i just personally dont like it because its bulky.

r1: sc 21 in mc. join BLO slst

r2: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join

r3: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join

r4: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join

r5: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join

r6: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join

r7: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, BLO slst join

r8: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join

r9: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join

r10: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join

r11: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10, BLO slst join

r12: ch 10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, BLO slst join

from now on, join in the FLO's of previous round

r13: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, FLO slst join

r14: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8 , FLO slst join

r15: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join

r16: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join

r17: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join

r18: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join

r19: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, FLO slst join

r20: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join

r21: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join

1x ch 6, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 4

2x ch8, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 6

2x ch 10, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 8, slst in same, fasten off.

2x ch 12, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 10, slst in same, fasten off.

3x ch14

pin all in place until it looks good, tie +glue loose strands first. then glue back pieces, crown, and lastly bangs/ top back layer. some of the lose strands go behind the ears, one is the left sideburn, and the rest is to cover up the crown. these pics are the best i can do as a guide, this was my first time doing this so i was struggling lol.

i didnt fully glue down the bangs and the top back layer bc i thought it would be fun if u could ruffle his hair, but my friend who i gave the plush to has significantly abused him (its been 2 days) and his hair is a mess so im gonna have to glue it down again lol. might as well do it all the first time if u plan on throwing him down the stairs or something.

Face

for eyes + eyebrows, embroider outline with dark brown, then needle felt [video] the inner parts w unraveled dark brown fluff. the dark brown i used was probably acrylic. cotton doesnt really work well for this.

Belt and pouch (dark brown)

the belt is a 3 strand basic friendship bracelet! [video]

sew together the ends and hide it with by sewing the pouch on top.

i didnt write down the pattern for the pouch, but from the top of my head its the same start as the squares for the tunic

r1-9: simple stitch in all

r10: simple stitch 1, decrease by putting your hook through 2 vertical bars when pulling up a loop, simple stitch edge 1.

r11: slst in all, finish with a long tail

use tail to sew together the sides, and sew the pouch onto the belt. use some yellow thread to make a button.

ASSEMBLY.

put on the blouse, put the arms in their place and finish the button joints.

put on the tunic, lace the sides with dark brown yarn, finish with a knot and hide the tails underneath the chest part of the tunic.

slide on the belt and boots.

sew the scalp undercut bit to the head

sew the ears to the head

tie + glue the loose hair strands behind the ears

glue the back of the hair

glue the back of the hair

glue the middle circle part of the hair

glue the top back layer and bangs

sew the head to the body

put on the cowl

i hope this is somewhat clear, feel free to dm me is you have questions.

enjoy your squeakychuck :D

[lovingseventeen]

hi hi !! i’ve been reading ur works and i looove ur writing style <3 is it okay to request a svt reacting to reader who studies past their bedtime ? tysm :))

svt when you stay up too late to study

a/n: i LOVE this request! thank you for sending it in! and WEHEYYY this is just in time for finals week LOL (really force-finished this today to get this out this week)

for context i'm writing this as an established relationship scenario and as if the reader is in college!

seungcheol: 

✰ seungcheol has a day off during his tour and he just lets himself scroll around on his phone as he rests in his hotel room

✰ he's on the other side of the world and he's tempted to call you, but he knows that it's late where you are

✰ what catches his attention is when your activity status says that you're online

✰ hey, baby isn't it late over there? he asks, not without telling you he misses you though

✰ aw i miss you too cheol, i'm just studying

✰ at 2??? (he checked the time) you know you need to get sleep too right >:(

✰ you chuckle knowing that his eyebrows are probably knitted together the way they do when he gets concerned

✰ yeah i just wanted to look over a couple chapters though, you reply

✰ a few chapters or half the textbook ?

✰ just chapters 4-11!

✰ baby that's not a few! you're gonna end up sleepy in class tomorrow and that's not good

✰ you're pouting aren't you? you text, but decide to facetime him before he could respond

✰ he answers with his scrunched eyebrows and his face hilariously close to the screen. but his features soften when he sees you smiling at him

✰ "you should probably go to bed"

✰ "and you need to stop frowning before you start getting wrinkles" you comeback, giggling as offense takes over his expression

✰ "hey! i'm just being concerned!" he whines

✰ "okay!" you laugh, "i was starting to fall asleep anyway, so will you stop being mr. grumpy?"

✰ "maybe" he concedes, "you should take care of yourself, y/n"

✰ "i will" you assure him, "i'm excited for when you get back"

✰ he's finally smiling, "can't wait to see you again, i really do miss you"

jeonghan: 

✰ you don’t even realize it as it’s happening, you just thought your lovely boyfriend was keeping you company

✰ but to him it’s nearly 2:30 in the morning and this can’t be good for you

✰ slowly he starts to put your things away for you - he picks up your various highlighters and puts them away in your pencil case

✰ then he’s putting away papers that you haven’t touched in the last hour back into their respective folders

✰ he’s dimming/shutting the lights in the other parts of your apartment (he’s really mimicking a store during closing time LOL)

✰ your eyebrows are close together as you focus on this video when you feel your pen lightly snatched from your hand

✰ pausing your video, you finally see how all of your things are mostly put away

✰ “wow would you look at that, you’re ready to sleep huh?” jeonghan announces

✰ “where’d you put everything-” you begin, getting ready to take some stuff out again when he lightly grabs your hand

✰ “baby, it’s late,” he tells you, “you know your brain has to rest to absorb everything, right?”

✰ you sigh but agree, your eyes do feel like they’re starting to strain, so you pack up your last notebook, "you win this time, mr. yoon" you tell him

✰ "mhm" he hums, internally rejoicing because he's a bit tired too

joshua: 

✰ notices that you're social media says that you're still active even though both of you said goodnight a couple hours ago

✰ you're still up? he asks. after a few moments, he sees that you're typing a response

✰ yeah, i just wanted to go over these chapters before i went to bed

✰ your exam is tomorrow, right? you know it won't be good if you're tired when you actually take it, all your studying might go to waste

✰ i'm just stressed that i won't remember it all

✰ darling, you've been studying so hard the last few weeks, you'll do well he assures

✰ but i should probably look over this last chapter

✰ baby it might be hard to read the question if you're sleepy, you know what you know by this point... and cramming might just make you confused too!

✰ you seem very passionate about this lol you replied, seeing how rapidly his messages followed each other

✰ i'm passionate when it comes to you ofc, so is this goodnight for real this time?

✰ yeah i guess so you give in, goodnight joshy and thanks for always taking care of me <3

✰ goodnight my love <33

jun: 

✰ jun noticed that you were slightly panic studying deep into the night for one of your finals. you ran your hand through your hair frustratedly as you reread your textbook, mouth mumbling as you tried to memorize it

✰ it was nearing 3 am and he was a bit worried about you being so tired and stressed

✰ "baby it's late" he says carefully, "don't you feel tired?"

✰ "jun i can't remember any of this" you whimpered, "i think i'm gonna fail tomorrow"

✰ immediately, he's pulling a chair to sit next to you, "hey, you don't know that for sure, so don't swell on it too much right now, hm?"

✰ he's taking your hand gently in both of his, lightly pressing his thumbs into your palm to massage it and slightly soothe your mind

✰ "you know" he starts, "we can't guarantee that you'll fail, and we won't hope for it either. just try your best first, and we'll wait for the results and just go from there, okay?"

✰ you nodded, appreciating his words. "oh, it's already this late?" you realized as soon as you glanced at the clock

✰ "it is" he confirmed, "and you seem tired, baby.. maybe let's go to bed?"

✰ "let's do that" you agree

hoshi: 

✰ stays up with you too, but he gets bored and tired and doesn't want to go to bed without you

✰ hoshi pulls his chair next to yours just to fold in half and lay his head on your lap

✰ won't stop you from studying necessarily but this action does manage to guilt you into pausing for the night. afterall, your test isn't for another week and you should probably rest

✰ your baby in your lap has already dozed off in the few minutes it took you to decide to call it a night

✰ "soonyoung, soonyoung?" you say softly, tapping his shoulder, "let's go to bed, hm?"

✰ he sits up and looks so adorably sleepy that you peck his lips, making his smile a very sleepy smile, "okay, baby" (he's a little extra cuddly that night)

wonwoo: 

✰ as a former certified ipad kid, he just props up his ipad and watches a series (with earbuds in) on one side of the table as you continue to study

✰ he doesn't want to tell you to stop studying necessarily because you're actually doing something productive, so he decides that he'll also just keep you company

✰ the thing is, both of you lose track of time, you're 4 chapters into your textbook and he's 5 episodes into his latest show

✰ suddenly, the sun is starting to rise and both of you have very prominent eye bags

✰ "oh wow" you say, noticing how the city is slowly waking up

✰ wonwoo rubs his eyes tiredly, "i think both of us should've rested a while ago"

✰ "huh, we probably should've" you agree, "sorry if you stayed up just to stay in here with me"

✰ he waves at your apology, "no, it's okay, it was my choice to keep you company." for a moment the two of you sit in silence while orange hues start to fill up the sky

✰ "are you hungry?" he asks, "places are probably going to start opening soon so we could get breakfast... we don't get to do this too much lately"

✰ "yeah i'm a little hungry after all that reading" you smile

✰ the two of you end up going outside in your pajamas, just throwing on some hoodies because few people are up at this hour anyway. you get breakfast at a nearby coffee shop, very cozy in your pajamas for a relaxed meal :)

woozi:

✰ he's checking his phone as he gets ready to leave the studio and he notices that you're up because you posted a story of your desk filled with study materials a few minutes ago. he decides to call you

✰ "why are you up so late?"

✰ "why are you still up?" you counter, knowing that woozi can't be someone to lecture you about this lol

✰ for a moment he's taken aback. "i'm just leaving the studio"

✰ "and i'm just studying"

✰ there's silence on the line as he tries to come up with what to say

✰ "you can't be one to talk about staying up late, jihoon" you tease

✰ "well i just care about you" he says softly, and this melts your heart

✰ "how 'bout this," you wager, "i'll try to start sleeping earlier if you do too, you need some kind of rest too"

✰ "we could work that out" he agrees

dokyeom: 

✰ did try to convince you to maybe take a rest around 10 pm but you promised you only had one more thing to do

✰ he can't seem to convince you to come to bed so he stays with you in the kitchen as you have your notes and materials splayed out on the table

✰ he stays quiet to let you focus. eventually he starts watching something on his phone (with earbuds in of course)

✰ he leans his head down on the table on top of one of his arms as he watches some videos, but he finds his eyes drooping at some point and just fully passes out LOL

✰ you're so caught up in your groove that you only notice him half an hour later

✰ when you check the time, it's past midnight and you feel a little bad that he had to fall asleep in this position. while he looks as adorable as ever with his face so peaceful, hair just lightly covering his forehead, and his lips slightly parted

✰ so you close your laptop and put your things away without waking him up too abruptly

✰ gently, you shake his shoulder, "'kyeomie, let's go to bed?"

✰ he stirs for a moment, slowly remembering where he is as he wakes up and nods

✰ when you two settle into bed, he pulls you into his chest, a little clingier than usual, resting his chin on top of your head

✰ "you know you can't keep staying up like this, even if it is to study" he mumbles, voice groggy, "'ts not good for you"

✰ you laugh, but wrap your arm around his waist, "oh yeah?"

✰ "i'm really gonna put my foot down.." he mumbles and you can tell he's falling asleep again

✰ "okay" you giggle, giving him a squeeze where he only hums back in response (he's very tired)

mingyu:

✰ you told him to go to bed and that you'd be there in a couple minutes

✰ mingyu himself has had a long day, so he was looking forward to cuddling with you. but he was also incredibly tired so he accidentally fell asleep within minutes of his head touching his pillow

✰ he only wakes up in the middle of the night because he's grasping for you and and his hands can't find you

✰ blinking awake, he notices that you're actually not in bed, and that the lights are still on. checking the bedside clock, it's in fact 4 am

✰ groggily, mingyu gets out of bed to find you studying in the kitchen. "baby" his voice is raspy with sleep and has a slight whine in it, "why aren't you in bed yet?"

✰ "i'll be there in a couple minutes... what time is it, anyway-"

✰ "it's 4 am" he interrupts, "youknowiwantedtocuddleyoutonight." he's pouting and your heart squeezes at this very tall but soft man in your kitchen. his hair is disheveled from bed too, making him that much cuter

✰ "okay" you say, closing your laptop. "sorry i didn't realize how much time passed, 'gyu"

✰ he grumbles something you can't quite hear, but he doesn't avoid your hand that reaches for his. he doesn't avoid you coming into his arms in bed either, instead he pulls you a little closer, already starting to fall asleep again but even better knowing that you're there

✰ "is it still possible to make up those cuddles you missed?"

✰ "you can make up some, but you owe me more tomorrow" he mumbles, "you're in debt" (you chuckled but he's very serious)

minghao:

✰ why do i feel like he purposefully gives you a cup of tea while you’re up late

✰ it’s a sweet gesture on its own but he also knows that tea warms you up and the cozy feeling is perfect for dozing off (not that you’d have any problem falling asleep at this hour anyway)

✰ it's chilly in your kitchen where you're studying too, so hao comes in a couple minutes later to drape a cardigan across your shoulders too, patting your head as he walks away to leave you to your studies

✰ his plan goes a little too well because the tea and the cardigan essentially serving as a blanket makes your eyes droop as you read your textbook

✰ during his hourly check-ins with you, he finds you asleep with your head resting on your textbook

✰ "honey, come to bed" he says softly, lightly shaking your shoulder to wake you up, "cmon, you fell asleep already"

✰ he helps guide you to bed where you proceed to pass out again LOL

✰ (bonus: before going to bed himself, he organizes your stuff on the table a bit so you won't be overwhelmed the next morning)

seungkwan:

✰ he’s very appalled to discover that your activity status says you were online 2 hours ago - he’s seeing this at 7 am

✰ he almost instinctively calls you before he realizes that you probably just started sleeping recently

✰ sends a text with angry emojis: we’re gonna have a talk once you’re fully rested 😡😤

✰ comes over when you do finally wake up in the afternoon

✰ “tsk, i don’t know what i’m gonna do with you” he tuts as he walks in

✰ “it’s good to see you babyy” you say, wrapping your arms around his middle as he takes out the food he brought

✰ “your cuteness won’t work today!” he scolds, even going so far as to shield you from his vision with one hand, “i’m not gonna get distracted today!” (he’s definitely either lying or fighting for his life to not give in to you

✰ "why are you so grouchy today" you chuckled, ruffling his hair

✰ "because someone here won't take care of themself" he counters, only leaving you to look confused. when he sees your expression he continues, "you need to sleep you know!"

✰ finally, it clicks. "ah, okay that's why you're like this today"

✰ "yeah, that's why!" he's frowning so cutely even though he's trying to be mad

✰ "it's just for finals week" you assure him, "it's the last stretch of classes, you know? one all-nighter or two won't kill me"

✰ he sighs, "it won't kill you but it's still not good for you to do. do you need help studying? or keeping track of time? i can move things in my schedule around to help you-" he begins

✰ you cup his cheek, "seungkwan, you trust me, right? i promise i won't sleep this late all the time, but you gotta cut me some slack for finals season"

✰ "just promise you'll sleep at a good hour when your finals wrap up, okay?" he gives in, holding up a pinky

✰ "promise" you agree, completing the pinky promise

✰ he softens, "will you let me know what day your last exam is? let me treat you for working so hard"

vernon: 

✰ the same day you were up late he coincidentally had a late night practice. when he sent you a clip of one of their new dances, he didn't actually expect you to reply until the next morning

✰ looks cool so far! you sent

✰ oh you're up? what are you doing so late?

✰ studying and taking notes ~ exams are coming up

✰ ohh i guess it is exam season. i'm coming over by the way he told you, he did this sometimes after work

✰ an idea pops up in his head. before stopping by your apartment, he searches up "good brain food for studying" and buys a couple seemingly random snacks from a convenience store

✰ he comes into your apartment and even gives you a little haul of what he bought. "so i checked and apparently these are good for you to eat when you're studying"

✰ one by one, he lays out his goods on the table: an orange, a lemon, a bag of assorted nuts, and a bar of dark chocolate.

✰ "honestly i don't know how accurate the website i checked was, but you know, maybe these could help?" he wonders

✰ you chuckle but hug him as a thank you anyway

✰ but in the middle of the hug he realizes that the convenience store was the only place open because it was so late. "wait, isn't sleep also good for studying?"

✰ you pull your head back, "it is"

✰ "how about you eat the study food tomorrow?" he offers

✰ "do you wanna go to bed?" you ask, and he's nodding. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired from practice

✰ he leaves early the next morning because he has a relatively busy schedule, but he's happy when you send him a picture of you enjoying the single orange with your breakfast. he's happy when you send another picture later in the day of you using the lemon for your tea too

dino:

✰ wagers with you to go bed

✰ he adores that you're so studious but it can't be healthy staying up so late

✰ stands next to you while you're sitting and holds his hand out, motioning for you to hand him your flashcards

✰ "let me quiz you and if you get most of it right, you go to sleep"

✰ you chuckle but hand your stack of cards to him

✰ "how many are these?" he wonders out loud, glancing at a bunch of terms he doesn't understand

✰ "50?"

✰ "50!" he exclaims, "okay, okay i'll start now" he decides, but not without an encouragement of "you know all of this"

✰ by the 20th term, you've only gotten 1 wrong and chan is getting more and more excited with each term you remember correctly. his eyes bounce back and forth from the index card in his hand to your face, unable to control his nodding as you gradually say your explanation

✰ you pause here and there as you take time to think, but you still get everything right in the end

✰ "yes... yes... yes! that's right!" he cheers, "my y/n is so smart!" even standing up from his seat in his fervor. with his joy, you feel yourself getting more confident in your answers too

✰ by the last card, you've only gotten 3 wrong, but even so, you were only missing a bullet point or two. chan can't help but hug you at the end since he's so proud of you and the two of you get to sleep now

✰ walks to your bedroom with an arm around your waist. then even as you two lay together, he gives you a hug, "you did so well"

reminder: to those taking finals this week or in upcoming weeks, remember to try to get enough sleep and to eat well and stay hydrated! it's tough times but it's still important to take care of yourself <3 tests are important but so is your body!

[hypnoneghoul]

Hyp. Your awesome. Your writing is awesome. Could be kinda awesome if you wrote some good ol' RainDrop in a bit of an enemies to lovers or a classic hate fuck situation? Only awesome if ur feeling it, obviously. If not that's cool. Just thought I'd ask to see if your awesome brain came up with anything 🤭

heheh thank you! i had some lore kinda thoughts and it turned into whatever this is. they're not fucking (yet) here, but the enemies to lover vibe is strong. I hope it's okay :3

(and look at my new divider by the amazing @ghuleh-recs!!!)

“What on earth are you doing with that bass?”

Rain jumps at the harsh voice of the other ghoul. He thought he was alone in the practice room—and maybe he was, but obviously not anymore.

“Playing,” he replies, trying his best to sound sure of himself and confident, but it comes out more as a question.

“Making an even bigger idiot out of yourself than you already are is what you’re doing,” Dewdrop scoffs. Rain tries to ignore that pang of hurt in his chest at his words, but it’s hard when every single day for the last weeks all that the fire ghoul’s been doing is showering him in hate. He thinks he may just about have had enough.

Still, he lacks the courage to do anything about it, anyway. When it comes to flight or fight, Rain chooses the former over and over again.

“I’m just gonna go if you need the room,” he says quietly and turns to put his bass away.

“Sure, go abuse that thing somewhere else.” The water ghoul has no idea what Dewdrop is on about. Maybe he is doing something wrong, but how would he know? He doesn’t have a mentor to teach him like all the other ghouls that were summoned to their pack with him.

Rain sighs, packs the bass and turns to leave with his head hung low.

Before he can actually leave, though, Dewdrop stops him. He stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest and he’s glaring up at Rain as if he has expected him to do something else.

“Who told you to pick like that?” he asks. Rain’s eyes are dragged to a wrinkle between his eyebrows. It seems permanent, always there with his frown, but the water ghoul thinks he could actually be really pretty if he just…got rid of that everlasting anger etched in his features.

“No one,” Rain tells him the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure stuff out on my own.”

“Why?” Dewdrop asks, seeming completely oblivious. Rain gets a little confused now, too. He knows the fire ghoul’s history, he knows it should be him teaching him his instrument. Did Dewdrop himself forget?

Suddenly Rain gets bolder.

“Well, I don’t exactly have a teacher,” he says louder, straightening up. “I’m doing my best, unlike someone.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Dewdrop growls and takes a step forward. He’s small—way smaller than Rain—but the pure fire in his eyes can intimidate. Still, the water ghoul doesn’t move.

“You know what! You can’t call me an idiot for not being great at something I have zero idea about just because the person who was supposed to teach me decided to…I don’t know, hate me for no reason!”

Dewdrop’s eyebrows shoot up.

He looks like Rain’s words…got to him and the water ghoul doesn’t know how to feel about it. Is it just a calm moment before the storm, is he about to be burned to the ground with Dewdrop’s anger? His anxious brain manages to come up with a multitude of doomsday scenarios in those short moments.

But what happens is so very different from all of those scenarios.

Dewdrop looks down and scoffs as if he’s regretting what he’s about to do, before he swiftly reaches out and grabs Rain’s arms to keep him close when he stands on his tiptoes and presses his burning lips against the water ghoul’s cold ones.

Rain huffs into the kiss in surprise, but quickly finds it…nice. He relaxes and kisses back and it’s getting more and more heated with every second.

A few moments later it’s Rain who begins to peel the other’s clothes off piece by piece. Neither of them knows what happens, it’s like they black out and in the next moment they’re tumbling on the floor naked.

“Fuck me, Rain,” Dewdrop pants and the water ghoul likes the way his own name falls from his lips. His voice is pretty. “Fuck the hate out of me.”

Well, Rain can’t exactly waste a solution to fixing his own problem?

Can he?

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby  > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you? 

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah? 

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after. 

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”. 

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls. 

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…” 

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs. 

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”. 

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?” 

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements. 

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face. 

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back. 

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth. 

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action. 

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was. 

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you. 

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs. 

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin. 

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?” 

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth. 

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago. 

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it. 

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile. 

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”. 

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table. 

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist. 

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”. 

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”. 

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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[firesage010]

So I've definitely manifested a lot in the last few days and I'm just so proud and happy.

So at first I wanted this job right, it's called Au Pair, basically an exchange program and taking care of kids from people in a different country and when we have time off we can explore Paris or wherever we are, you know. So I really wanted to do that and I was reading up on it and then decided to get another job that pays a lot so when I go be an Au Pair ill have enough money to do anything in France (where I want to go, you can go to any country besides ur own and UK if u from US, unless I manifest it differently but I am lazy)

So I decided one day to somehow find a fun job that pays 5k a week and I think either later that day or the next day my mom sends me this job offer on indeed which was a cruise ship and I signed up right away (the pay 15 an hour but.. I KNOW I'm getting 5k a week)

I researched that and heard.. Really good things about it... But I know it's gonna be fun, only like 6 hours every day- one break day and one half day so it will be so fun and for 20k a month? Hell yea.

So the manifestations- I heard from research it was so hard to get responses in time, like so hard some people where emailing crazy to this company to only be told they missed something or they were already set, there was no communication and I was like ummm no I'm getting instant replys. And I did-

I did the interview, got the application like two hours after cuz I knew I was gonna get it and I just watched YouTube to keep it from making me overthink, the next day I got both an offer letter and the onboarding contacted me. Which mind you even the interview person said that it will take around 3 weeks to get all of that, which is crazy.

Another thing is, I need to pay for only one thing and they pay for the rest.. I didn't have any way to pay so I've been affirming that everything always works out for me and yesterday I got a text from someone and I told her about it and she set me up with something that can pay it all-its only 125.25

Mind u again, this all started Monday with a collective virtual interview with 70 people, it was the first interview of the week (cuz people signed up for it) so the fact that they emailed me so fast was definitely my doing.

So now I'm visualising and affirming how good and fun this cruise job is, because it is, why wouldn't it. I see the part where when I don't think about it so much and overthink if I'm just gonna get on a ship where they overwork you, I am a God, I control this world this world loves me and can't control me 🥰. It's crazy how easy this is tbh, ik I've heard it before and took it in but just saying I got it already and just going about my day and getting it like the same day, 😖😍 it's so awesome.

All methods I really did was my voice in tik tok telling me over and over "everything always works out for me" (only has it playing once a day for idk how long-for 2 days) and being confident, that confidence really played a role in this whole thing. I talked about the job like I already got it, talked about the planning of it before I even got the offer letter, visualized packing cool clothes in my luggage, researching onboarding advice etc.. For a while (it's been 5 days-its only 6am so 4 days lol)

As everyone says, "act as is" act as if you already have it, keep that state and watch a normal YouTube video (not on manifesting or shifting) or before bed, act as is and then go to sleep no need to get into this alpha state or void state (you are void) if you had that thing you wanted, would you try to keep awake and do all of this stuff? No you'll go to sleep like normal, you'll get it, it's that easy.

[hatkuu]

taps my claws together... Did u know the typical structure of wolf packs out in the wild is a breeding pair and all of their pups (some leave as they enter sexual maturity [~2 years old, males more likely] to start their own packs, but a fair share stay and help raise the next litters of pups).

Anyway. Imagine a PC with the wolf tf mentioning/confessing this to Kylar and just how overjoyed Kylar might be by the fact... Esp if they got the wolf tf From said PC, but either way - to think!! That PC might want them as their mate (*surely* they do, to tell them this), to *breed* with them, to have a loving family like that... isn't it ideal? And of course, even if PC didn't tell them directly, it's not like Kylar can't do their own research <3...

OR wolf tf Kylar themself!! Scrawny little thing... Having found such a perfect mate, wanting so *badly* to have a family (pack) again after their parents got sick and Sydney stopped talking to them, so devoted and loving and wagging their tail rapidly as spend time together, helpless to stop it bc they're just so happy... (TRYING TO HIDE HOW MUCH THEIR TAIL WANTS TO WAG IN THEIR LOW LOVE STAGES BC THEYRE STILL SHY AROUND YOU......)

Just. Thinking so much about Kylar getting to be part of a pack honestly bc it's really sweet to me. Maybe throw Sydney in there for funsies (+ so they'd have more warm connections than just PC and any theoretical kids/pups) also... Honestly I just think it's cute to consider them getting what the want and it hit me a moment ago that would pack structures do kinda lend to that

(BONUS: SUPER LATE. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REPLYING TO MY FOXBOY KYLAR ASK SO HEARTFULLY IT WAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DELIGHTFUL TO READ. BEAMS)

(i'm so glad you enjoyed my rambling!! reveal your blog to me right now. get off anon. i love seeing big asks in my inbox! they're always so fun to read and they make me feel like i've gotten a FREE COMMISSION AFHSKJK) (also i gravitated towards m! kylar for this ehe) wolf tf stuff and having babies with kylar stuff below

you confess anything about starting a family to this freak he loses it. gets himself so worked up that it's all he's been thinking about for a week straight. he starts mishearing things you say - he has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from moaning out loud if you mention anything regarding his/your wolf tf.

also. kylar doing his own research is SOOOO true. this would happen with ANY tf that you have. looks up mating rituals, what ur tf finds most attractive in a mate (and replicates it horribly), and googles when ur mating season is. he's a freak. probably hyperfixates on your tf and blurts out fun (disgustingly degenerate) animal facts while you're hanging out with him. eg. "did you know wolves mate for life??? what do you look for in a mate, pc?? :)"

i feel like if he's the one with the tf, he's a lot whinier about his ruts. makes it out like he's bed-ridden and needs you to take care of him. please please please let him knot you! if you're the one going into heat/rut, he'd be all over you! doesn't want you leaving the orphanage/his room. look! you're presenting yourself to him as soon as he walks in! you can't possibly go out when you're acting like this!! it'd be unsafe!!

i think kylar obsessing over starting a pack with you is 100% accurate. he'd get so emotional and sappy over everything. probably cries with happiness after you let him knot you for the first time, just because he's thinking about the litter you'll have (yes. he refers to ur babies as a litter/pups. even if he's the one without the tf. sobbing.)

a pack with sydney would be ...something. poor sydney would turn into a glorified babysitter. so many little feral children running around and they're all clones of kylar. it is SHOCKING how virile his sperm is. with the amount of children kylar insists on the two of you having together, you'd think that some of them would look like you, but no. kylar taints the gene pool. they're all coming out with dark hair and freakish little green eyes. yeah. poor sydney.

[wlwhq]

hey homos and homos adjacent!! just popping on to say : 1) i am leaving for a trip on thursday (ya girl is going to disneyland as per use) and won't be back on a computer until i return sunday afternoon. i'm spending the next 48 hours packing, doin laundry, queueing as many replies as my little peanut brain can stand to write, and am hoping to fill it up to post things thursday - sunday. im gonna have another long, dumb post like this abt my activity changing when i get back on sunday so gear up for tht 2) also lowkey now frantically hoping im not gonna get sucked out of a plane (airport anxiety is new to me esp with all the stuff in the news the last few days, i kno in my heart of hearts im gonna be fine but still), keep me in ur flying thoughts on both days!! 3) ur all cute and i smooch you. thank you for bearing w me through being sick, yesterday was my first full day at feeling like a fully functioning human being again since 12/21 and i'm grateful for partners old and new who have been patient. is this a diary post now? maybe so. if you need me or wanna stay in touch on discord, come poke me for it! otherwise i will c u on the other side. stay gay!

[broken-clover]

damn ur last fic was so sad... good asf though... can you please say into this microphone that bedman and delilah will be together and happy and safe forever

Alright alright yall have broken me, I try to do edgy stuff with sad endings sometimes but I'm really such a massive softie with a weakness for happy endings and every time it takes so much willpower to not immediately do a happy ending followup (looking at you Starman) but I guess sometimes I am simply not tough enough for downer endings and that is just who I as a person.

So you earned yourself a special little treat this time, anon, a special edition Tumblr exclusive. Obsolescence gets an epilogue. Here's Nostalgia Machine.

(Obviously with the release of Delilah in Strive, this isn't canon-compliant, but neither was the first. Let's just operate under our own little canon situation)

-

“I’m the worst.”

“Aww, come on…” The words came out well-meaning, but half-hearted.

“See? You can’t even pretend like I’m wrong. I can’t believe I just…let this happen.”

“Hey, hey-” A comforting hand placed itself on her shoulder, flinching slightly as it started to shake. “C’mon, kiddo, don’t start cryin’.”

“I could have done something. I just left him, I j-j- ju-”

She was ushered to her feet. “You’re gonna give yourself a panic attack with the way you’re breathin’, let’s just go outside a minute.”

The fresh air evened her breathing, but her lip still trembled and her eyes remained wet.

“Little bit better, Delilah?”

“I don’t want to feel better.” She replied bitterly. “I don’t deserve to feel better. This is all my fault.”

“Well, it ain’t no use beating yourself up. Did’ja come all the way out here just to feel bad about yourself?”

“...”

“...Shit, ‘m sorry, that came out way harder than I meant.”

“...You still won’t tell me. How do you know my brother, Mr. Low?”

“Eh…long story. Important part’s that he ‘n I kinda had the same problem. Neither of us were much help to each other, but part ‘a me’s still glad we were able to talk. Kept taklin’ about you. Sounded like he cared about you a whole lot. Dammit, ‘m not helping, am I?

“No, I get it. And you’re right, just wallowing isn’t helping anything. Even if we grow up and end up going our separate ways, he’s still my brother…I can’t just leave him if I know he needs help.” She swallowed, gazing forlornly at the door. “Come on, let’s get you fixed.”

The two re-entered the small shed. Though the walls were deeply rusted and corners cobweb-ridden, it was entirely empty, aside from a jumble of strewn machine parts that occupied the far wall.

Axl heard the girl’s breathing shift, but she didn’t turn away again. She undid the straps on her pack and swung it around to deposit the contents on the ground. He hadn’t been much of a computer geek way back when, and he imagined things had only gotten more complicated. The best he could venture was some kind of screen that vaguely resembled a laptop, but for all he knew, it was for making bread.

“Which one ‘a these is the fancy toy you were tellin’ me about?”

“I didn’t bring it.” Delilah said. “It’s going to be shipped over. I wanted to make sure nothing would break in transit. Iris is helping me put the finishing touches on the current model. Right now we’re on the P5. Not perfect, but it’s built on a system that we can keep adding new features to as needed. The important part is just that there’s enough storage space to fit an entire consciousness in it without overloading the software.”

“Oh. What’s all this, then?”

“Covering the basics.” Delilah replied. “Repair equipment, spare power supplies, methods of communication. Translators are a pain in the ass, took me forever to make one that should be compatible with this system, but I did a ton of practice runs to make sure ahead of time that it’d work.”

Axl wasn’t sure how to help with the delicate electronics, so he chose to stand back and watch. He knew enough to tell that several of the machine’s parts were rusted to near-uselessness, and he was genuinely surprised when Delilah plugged some blocky-looking piece of machinery into an open port and it actually started to hum.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, but the battery is dead- dead.” She took another cable and connected it to something in the chassis. “It’ll be a little bit before it even has enough power to tell you it needs power.” After a few more keystrokes, Delilah sat back on her haunches and sighed. “I can’t guess when the last time was that it had any kind of maintenance.”

“It’ll get there. Just gonna take a bit.” Replied Axl. He tried to think of how to get her somewhat distracted. “So…that P5 you mentioned, how exactly are you gonna move him from this to that? Call me an idiot, but it doesn’t make much sense. Gonna take the head off this thing and slap it on?”

She didn’t reply at first. “More complicated than that. I’m taking his spirit out of this old heap and putting it into something new.”

His face must have shown his confusion obviously enough, because she continued talking as soon as she saw it. “Soul Grafting’s still a touchy legal mess, but I think someone in Illyria took my proposal and passed over the review process. I’ve heard most people wait years for a response, mine came out in a month. Any kind of magic that uses human souls requires a lot of approvals and equipment. I think Anji pulled some strings.”

“You think he’d do that? For something like this?”

He was left without a response again. This time, it stretched on and on, to the point where he wanted to ask, and then it became long enough that it felt too awkward to do so. They both merely waited in silence, unsubtly trying to not stare at the broken machine.

A little electronic ping finally broke the silence, bouncing off the shed walls. Delilah immediately jerked to attention, dragging the console back into her lap.

“‘s it working now?”

“Mmm.” Already too distracted to reply, she immediately threw herself into whatever work had to be done. Axl peered over her shoulder to watch. Windows popped open and flew by, covered in all kinds of symbols he couldn’t read. It finally settled on a blank box, one that quickly started to fill with strings of numbers.

“Wow.” He said. “I have no idea what any of this means.”

“Hold on, it’s set to binary right now. It’ll take a bit of time to switch modes, but I can read binary pretty well. Make sure the cable over there doesn’t unhook itself.”

“Now that, I can do.” It seemed better to give her some space, anyway. The wire in question hadn’t moved since she’d plugged it in, but he still kept an eye on it. “Figured out what the numbers are?”

“It’s…” She squinted. “Nothing. I thought there was some pattern I was missing, but it’s nothing. Only a stream of numbers and letters. Not a message. Completely incoherent.” He watched her adjust her glasses and squint. “The strings are definitely coming from the bed, it has enough power to send out a reply, but none of it follows any sense. None that I can see, anyway. He just isn’t responding. Is something broken?”

Axl knelt down, thumbing at the metal sphere lying in the dirt. “Sounds like something’s wrong. D’ya see anything busted?”

“No. That’s the part I’m confused about. They’re degraded, but all of the essentials still function well enough. This shouldn’t be a problem. Maybe the binary translation is the problem? Maybe I’m remembering my letters wrong…?”

“If it ain’t a problem with the machine, maybe it’s a problem with his head. How long’s he been alone in here?” The look on Delilah’s face immediately made him regret his words, but he continued anyway. “Don’t think the machine’s broken. I think he’s broken.”

She moved to get up. Axl grabbed her arm. “Nah, nah. Not a lost cause yet. ‘cause it means there’s still something there. Just gotta find it.”

He returned his attention to the machine. “Hey, little- uh, guess you’re a lot bigger now, huh? ‘Bedman,’ that’s whatcha called yourself. That’s who you are. You know that much, yeah?”

Silence. And then, a piston began to hiss. The broken remains of a pair of fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.

“Big guy? Delilah’s here, your sister’s here to help you. Dunno if you remember me, but you gotta remember her, right?”

What remained of an arm shuddered and then went still. A faint light started to shine from the pit of its eye socket. It flickered, almost like a blink, but it was impossible to tell if that was what it was meant to be, or if they were just projecting the idea. 

Delilah looked between the frame and her console. Her eyes widened just slightly. “H-hold on. It’s changed. It’s repeating now.” She held it up for him to see.

01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001 01001001

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s just an ‘I’. He’s just repeating the letter. I don’t know why, is it just some simple string it’s stuck on?”

“Hmm…” Axl pivoted on his knees again. “You hear me in there? ‘I.’ Y’know that much. Who’s ‘you,’ then?”

The eye flickered again, settling on a dim shine.

“Huh? Now it’s coming up different…”

01001001 01000001 01001101

01001001 01000001 01001101

01001001 01000001 01001101

01001001 01000001 01001101

“‘I-A-M’, it’s three letters in a row now. He’s…responding?” A hint of life came back into her voice. “He- you actually got a response? He’s talking to you?”

Axl grinned, giving it a friendly pat. “‘I am,’ ‘I am,’ now we’re getting somewhere. I know you can hear me. Lemme hear you. What do you wanna say?”

01001001 01000001 01001101 01000100 01000101 01000001 01000100 00001010

01001001 01000001 01001101 01000100 01000101 01000001 01000100 00001010

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The girl suddenly faltered. Axl moved closer, but she turned the screen away from him.

“Delilah. Tell me what it says.”

“...’I AM DEAD.’”

“‘Dead?’” Axl parroted. “C’mon, that’s nonsense! You see Delilah here, right? She’s here, so how can you be dead?”

The bedposts shuddered. The fragmented remains of a hand stuttered across the dirt.

01001110 01001111 01010100 01010010 01000101 01000001 01001100

“‘NOT REAL.’”

“But- but she’s right here!”

Delilah shook her head. “It’s not changing. He’s just repeating those two lines over and over.”

“He thinks he’s dead. And he thinks you’re just something he imagined up…like he’s gone crazy enough he can pretend you’re here.”

He stood up and marched towards the exit. “Wh- wait, where are you going?!” Delilah said, reaching out for him. “Don’t leave me alone!”

“‘m not leaving, I’m making a point.” From his back pocket, Axl pulled out a sickle, twirled it, and sank the sharp end into the wall by the door. 

The screech of metal-on-rusted-metal sent her hands clapping over her ears. Delilah looked on in panicked confusion as the man hacked at the wall with reckless abandon. The weapon was not meant for cutting through something so solid, but the walls had rusted to the point where he could saw through with enough pressure. They tore clean through the door hinges and tossed the entire thing into the street, and jagged cuts widened the entrance until nearly the entire wall had been roughly disassembled and scattered along the ground.

“‘Course you can’t convince yourself, nothin’ but a wall to look at.” Axl said, panting from the exertion. “There’s a whole world out there. When’s the last time you got to see it?”

The sun made clouds of dust shine like summer snow. Trees on the other side of the path showed off their vibrant leaves with pride. Distant chatter from further downtown murmured in the wind. When he moved out of the way, Axl watched how the light fell on where Delilah sat, surrounding her in a radiant aura.

“See? There’s the sun, and the trees, and your sister’s right here. It’s all right there. All real.”

The top of the frame craned its neck towards the light. The rest of the body started to teeter as it moved further away

“Shh-shh-shh-” he gave the machine a gentle pat, doubling as a way to keep it from knocking itself over. “It’s alright, big guy. I’ve got you. ‘m not good at this whole ‘comfort’ thing, but I’m here. Delilah ‘n me, we’re here.”

It seemed to turn and face him. Slowly, cautiously, the metal sphere pushed against his hand. Axl let it settle against his arm and slide down into his lap. He pet it again in slow strokes

“See? Just me. You know me. I’ve got you. You’re gonna be alright.”

The bedframe gave a brassy warble. Something opaque and dark oozed from its one eye socket. 

Delilah practically threw aside her monitor to scramble over to her brother's side. She scooped up one of his broken hands and held it to her face, which had already become as wet as his. 

“Romeo…I’m so, so sorry…”

The three sat in tranquil silence. Abandoned on the ground, Delilah’s computer offered one more reply.

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[chmneyy]

Leon x reader | Fwb Part 1

The first time u met leon was when both of u were recruited to save Ashley.You and leon are one of the survivors from Raccoon City.After all that tough year of training to be better at fighting the undead,u and leon are now "heroes".

Three weeks before going to Spain to save Ashley, "wanna grab dinner?" A familiar voice is heard. You thought to yourself 'this man trains at the same place as me but never talks to me'."Who's paying?" U asked."I wouldn't be a gentleman if i dont pay for our dinner" leon said while smirking.I nodded my head while packing my stuff.

"u got my number right? Don't worry I'll plan everything out.Just be pretty and give me your time" leon said. 'Huh never thought this emo boy got this in him" u thought while smiling at his attempt to flirt.

Later that night,leon picked u up and both of u had a very pleasant dinner.You guys talked for hours and one thing led to another.At his home,"Are u really okay with this?" Leon whispers into your ears while softly embraced u.

You smile and reassure him "yes leon".Without a second thought,Leon kissed you passionately.It seems like he is desperate for your love.He then princess carry you to his bedroom. "I'm going to touch your breast" leon said softly while waiting for your approval.You laughed and said "u dont need approval for everything,Leon.Do whatever you want".

Leon unzipped your dress and started to kiss every part of your body.The way his tongue rolled on your nipples."Your nipples are getting hard.That's cute" leon said while giving kitten licks to your nipples.He slowly kissed his way to your waist.

"I don't even have to see.I could smell your sweet honey dripping." He said while eyeing my pussy.He started by giving it out a kitten licks and making out with my pussy.You moaned in pleasure "Leon,more please".Leon inserts one of his fingers in your pussy."haa look at this.so wet.Your pussy is so pretty.its begging me to put my cock in".

You are on the verge of cumming and then leon inserted another finger."feels good babe?" He said while thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy.Your legs are shivering hard as you are about to cum.Leon stopped and take his fingers out."oh baby,if u wanna cum,u should cum on this prettt cock" he said while showing off his hard,angry cock.You can't help but stare at his cock.The pre-cum leaking out and the vein around his dick is so delicious."i can't..it's too big" u said while backing away from leon.

After putting on the condoms,leon pulled u by your legs and said "i'll be gentle and tell me if it hurts...i will stop... probably".You gasped at the feeling of dick going in.It makes u feel like a virgin again."Leon its too big." You moaned and looked at him with your teary eyes.You can feel his dick is getting bigger inside of you.Leon let out a whimper "dont show me that kind of face i might not be able to stop later."

You stroked his cheeks "its okay.treat me like im one of your toys,Leon".oh gurl u better prepared for what happens next.Leon eyes widened and starts thrusting hard and fast.Both of u are moaning like a virgin teenagers in heat.

"look at your pussy sucking my dick in asking me to be in you for a long time,are you that desperate for me huh??? I see the way u eyeing me when we are training." Leon said while abusing your pussy. You cant even reply to him as you are falling into the ecstasy of being fucked good.

"ahhh...ohhh im gonna cum,im cumming" leon whimper while rubbing your clits."fuck,you tighten when i rubbed this swollen clits,u like that?"You cant hold it anymore.You squirted all over the bed.He rides ur orgasms and next he knows he is cumming.Leon pulled out and plopped next to you.

"are you okay??" He waits for a reply. But it seems like you passed out from overstimulated.Leon then clean the bed,throwing the condom away and helps to clean all your sweats.

The next morning,you wake up to the sounds of leon's talking on the phone.Leon noticed you wake up and give a forehead kiss.You blushed over his small gesture.You also noticed you are in his black t-shirt and surprisingly u feel clean .Most important of all is leon didnt leave u alone after doing it.

"might as well take a picture if u are going to stare at me like that,sweet heart." Leon said while smiling.You jokingly punched him and laughed."so leon what are we?" U asked while looking at him in the eyes. After an awkward silence, leon replied "i hate to say this but last night was a mistake.i was too drunk to think straight. and no I don't think of this as a one time thing.i'm sorry for leading you like that but i'm willing to explore this new world with you." Leon said while hoping that it didnt hurt you.

"well,thanks for telling me the truth leon.I do appreciate it and to be honest i also dont have romantic feelings towards you but damn we were so compatible last night.So im taking this as us being friends with benefit?" You said while slowly getting out of bed.

Leon smiles and said "Thank you for giving me a chance.Oh dont worry I already made breakfast."You smile as both of u are heading to the kitchen...

AIGHT THATS IT...SHOULD I DO PART 2?????!!!

[whats-wild-to-you]

gna be out of pocket & make ur life difficult by requesting for smth extremely specific 😋 so jay and reader have been dating for a few months but one day she jst ups and leaves bc the rs got tough (fights? + she feels bad abt herself) thn she finds him after a few months, have sex with him even tho he asks her to stop, but he doesn’t stop her when she’s undoing his pants. thn when they’re doing it she begs him to “take me back i’ll be better” sorry if it’s a lot, it’s ok if udw to write it

Challenge accepted 😜

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To say that you were comfortable in your relationship would be an understatement. The last time you wore heels or make up was when you and Jay had your first date. You noticed he appreciated your inner values more than your appearance so you stopped putting in so much effort. What you didn’t anticipate was the fact that Jay would compare you to his friends’ girlfriends and every time he did, you came up short.

No matter how subtly he tried to encourage you to dress up for date night or his willingness to go shopping with you, your answer was always the same.

“There’s no need for that!”

So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that Jay’s eyes started to wander. First it was female acquaintances whom he didn’t see that often anymore, then it was strangers that passed by on the streets or a woman in a cafe who was particularly well dressed.

You noticed the fact that he was looking but reassured yourself that as long as he was ‘just’ looking it was okay with you.

Soon though, his interest in all females except you, started bothering you. You seriously asked yourself if you had to appeal to him and fight for his attention even though you have been together for months.

And that’s when the fights began, that’s when the accusations began. Harsh words were thrown around and in the end the pressure and guilt was too much for you to handle. One day you just packed your belongings and left while Jay was at work. When he returned home, he noticed your stuff was gone. The fact that he didn’t try to contact you, confirmed your decision to leave and made you feel less guilty about it.

But fate had always been cruel to you and so you bumped into him months later at a mutual friend’s birthday party. You acknowledged each other’s presence but avoided getting too close.

His gaze lingered on you throughout the night and his scent filled your nostrils. When you turned around he suddenly stood in front of you, asking you to talk someplace quiet.

You immediately got the hint and let your hands rest on his chest as you crammed into the tiny pantry.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

Refusing to admit you were wrong, you started unbuttoning his pants, sure that the reason he wanted to talk to you in private was that he missed you like you missed him, craved you like you craved him.

“Please.” You begged him. You missed everything about this man, but especially the sex. Although you had some dates after your split and even one or two one-night stands, nothing could compare to how Jay made you feel.

“We shouldn’t.” He said, but he wasn’t very convincing since he was also unbuttoning your blouse at the same time.

You clumsily fumbled with your arms around his neck, jumping onto his lap, until you found a comfortable position and maintained eye contact while Jay spread you, gaining access to your core.

“Take me back. I’ll be better!” You managed to utter in between moans, your eyes fixated on the beads of sweat forming on Jay’s forehead. He looked at you questioningly, but didn’t reply.

It was only when you were getting dressed again that he cleared his throat, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“You should think about what you really want.”

“I want you!” Came your rapid response.

He chuckled, suggesting you could meet for coffee the next day, knowing that the both of you needed time to confirm your feelings for each other.

[tendouluvr]

aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier. 

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. 

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

[transmeowsculine]

Hello hello hello and welcome to:

Nep’s Downloading Homestuck Walk through!!!

im on desktop and i dont know how to make colored text on desktop so just pretend thats a rainbow!

also going to at @ @ghostdragoncookie  because they needed help but feel free to use this whoever u are!

(also dropping the typing quirk for clarity cause maybe people want to download homestuck but dont have nepeta puns dictionary bookmarked for easy access)

OKAY SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO: the ramblings of a teenage boy who just woke up from a three hour nap and also knows like 4 things about computers but just used brute force to get his way through it

Step one:

go here https://bambosh.github.io/unofficial-homestuck-collection/

Step two:

press Download and then download the file that corresponds to your operating system, i have windows so screenshots that will be included will be for windows. but i will learn how to use linux or mac if needed i am a servant to the people! and the people must read homestuck!

also make sure to put it in a place you can find easy that will be important later

Step three:

Downlaod the asset pack. Now this is the hard part, imo, because they say all asset packs are the same but not all work with all the computers. “but nep, that doesnt make any sense! why dont they just tell you what asset packs work for what computers?” and to that i say: thats the joy of homestuck! nothing works, about three things make sense, and we all just guess until it works out. so if your asking what asset pack to download, just start at the top and work your way down ig i dunno man thats what i did.

Step four:

Assuming you magically picked the right asset pack (and if you didnt dw there will be a trouble shooting thing at the bottom of this) you will go into your files and find homestuck!

Step five:

Unzip your files. How I understand for macs if you click on a file it automatically unzips itself. (why does it do that apple? whats the fuckin purpose?) I dont know for linux but once again if asked i will learn. and for windows theres a nifty button to press pictured below.

Step six:

OPENING HOMESTUCK!!!!!

so now you will go into actual homestuck and open it! process pictured below!!

first you want to make sure ur asset pack and hs are in the same place, that is just for ease of finding things later

next you will go into homestuck and click this button

that will open homestuck!!! from there, i cant use anymore screenshots sadly because i already have everything installed. but it will ask you to tell it where the asset pack it. it is rather self explanatory and just make sure that the file you give is the actual asset pack and not a file with the asset pack in it

so basically as soon as you open this

you get this

after that you get this page

and congratulations you can now read homestuck!!!

Trouble shooting:

“I still cant open homestuck/my asset pack wont unzip/homestuck cant see the asset pack”

sadly i believe you have downloaded the wrong asset pack. as i said before its really hard to know what one to choose. just delete it and pick another one then try again.

“i have no idea where i downloaded the asset pack and/or homestuck to so now i cant open homestuck/cant tell it where the asset pack is”

alright so in windows at least you can search your files. just search homestuck or asset pack and you should be able to find it. move it to a place you will be able to find again (i have a folder for all my video games and homestuck is there) and get started!

if you have anymore questions reply to this post or send me an ask/shoot me a dm! i am always happy to help i like doing stuff like this!

[bangtaninink]

sneak peek

summary: what do you do when you come face-to-face with your favourite camgirl? namjoon can tell you.

part: 1

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“Joon. Joon. Joon. Kim-fucking-Namjoon, pick up your goddamn phone.”

“What? Huh?”

Yoongi sighs, one long, strong exhale through his nose.

“Your phone,” he repeats. “Take it off the fucking table because that buzzing is pissing me off.”

“Wh— oh shit. Right. Yeah. Sorry, hyung.”

Namjoon tears his eyes away from the computer screen, grabbing his phone from where it sits atop a stack of sheet music. It’s not a phone call, like he assumes it would be.

His eyes grow wide with surprise, before he turns to look at the clock on the computer, then back down at his phone.

“Shit, it’s already— uh, hyung? I gotta go.”

Yoongi looks up from his laptop at Namjoon, an eyebrow arched.

“Why?”

“Just… I got stuff to do. But, um, I’ll see you back at the dorm, hyung.”

Yoongi is silent for a beat, before he sighs again and turns back to his laptop.

“Fine. I don’t know if I’ll be back until tomorrow because I need to get this shit done, but whatever. You can go be weird at home then.”

Namjoon packs up his bag, logs off the computer and leaves the studio with a small wave in Yoongi’s direction where the elder is still sprawled out along the worn out sofa in the corner of the room. The building is near empty, not unusual considering how late it is, but even as he walks the halls to leave, he can hear the faint sound of a violin being played in a distant room, fading beautifully once he’s out of the building.

He speedwalks his way back to the dorm rooms, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. It’s during times like these that he thanks the highest of heavens that he’s been gifted long legs—whether or not he knows how to use them a hundred percent of the time is a different story.

He gets back to the dorm room with a little over five minutes to spare. It’s a mad dash for Namjoon to toe off his shoes, fling his bag into the corner of his bedroom onto a pile of clothes in desperate need of a wash, lock his door, turn on his laptop, and untangle his earphones before eleven o’clock hits, and he berates himself for being so careless and not keeping an eye out for the time.

“Thank God I remembered to set an alarm,” he mutters quietly to himself, logging in, and sliding his earbuds into his ears just as the stream goes live.

The viewer count increases exponentially, as it does every week without fail, and Namjoon takes a second to carry his laptop over to his bed, getting comfortable as you wait for everyone to join the stream before you start. He’s excited to see you dressed in a lace teddy, blush pink and form fitting, face cut off from view so that only your mouth can be seen. Namjoon watches, mesmerised, as you suck on a pink lollipop for a moment, before you’re baring pearly white teeth as you smile.

“Hey, everyone,” you greet with a little wave of your hand. Messages flood the comment section instantly, some, greetings in reply, others, less tasteful. “How’re you guys doin’ today?”

cherrylips37284: hey cutie ;) bigcockx69: fuck i wanna just cum all over your tits already ur such a gud girl

You’ve received 50 tokens from bigcockx69!

x_redpantys_69420: shove that candy up ur pussy already bitch yum ;P 0shyguy1: hey kitten u look so pretty today :)

You’ve received 30 tokens from 0shyguy1! You’ve received 20 tokens from k1ttenxo!

“Aww, thank you!” you coo. “I feel kinda pretty in this today, actually. I’m glad you agree.”

Namjoon’s fingers start to type, not taking his eyes off of you.

NJ0912: you always look pretty though

You’ve received 15 tokens from NJ0912!

He thinks he’s imagining it, but he feels as if your smile grows as soon as his comment pops up.

“I swear you always make me blush, NJ. You better stop before my heart starts skipping beats, and I’ll have no choice but to send you the hospital bill.”

Namjoon feels giddy.

bigyj6: i think you always look pretty too!!!

You’ve received 35 tokens from bigyj6!

beastm0d3_: whats with sll this small talk?? get to the fucking already jfc

“Hmm, someone’s impatient,” you say, pouting around your lollipop. “Maybe I should tease you all because ‘beastm0d3_’ over here doesn’t know how to wait.”

Namjoon, not minding the prospect of a tease, chuckles quietly to himself at the onslaught of comments that follow.

sukmycock420: jfc asshole chill tf out it’s her livestream not urs ur not her fcukin master

You’ve received 20 tokens from sukmycock420! You’ve received 20 tokens from bigyj6!

4728_sub_x: if u can’t wait for AngelBaby to do her thing go find another stream to watch then bye mommysboi6_9_: don’t worry about that guy AngelBaby!!! beastm0d3_ has left the stream!

“Oops. Well, see you later, dude,” you say, laughing.

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“Meh. That’s fine. ‘beastm0d3_’ can do whatever he wants. Speaking of what anyone wants to do… any requests for tonight, guys?”

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“Very enthusiastic about anal there, ‘mommysboi’,” you say, grinning.

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Namjoon watches you lean forward to look at the comments better, notifications chiming as the gesture pushes your cleavage closer to the camera.

“Ooh, edging? That’s a first,” you say, pushing your lollipop from one side of your mouth to the other.

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You giggle, saying, “oh, how I wish I could do that, ‘bigdaddy’,” blowing the camera a kiss.

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“Well, let’s take a vote between spanking and edging, because I like those two the best for tonight. Cast your votes in now, everyone!”

The comments fly past, quicker than Namjoon can read.

“Hmm, looks like it’s… edging?”

The notification chime rings like mad as token donation after token donation drops in at the choice. Namjoon watches as you sit back against the bed, top half of your face still out of frame even as you pull over a box of toys and dig around for a bottle of lube.

“Any music requests?” you ask, laying out a line of dildos and plugs before reaching for your phone. “I’m really digging this one artist though, on Soundcloud. I think his name’s RN? No, wait. RM.”

Wait. What did you just say?

“Really good stuff. Highly recommend to you guys if you like some, like, Drake-esque music,” you continue. “You know, like the easy listening, chill kind of rap.”

The noise that leaves Namjoon’s throat is not human. He’s so glad that Yoongi and Hoseok haven’t come home yet.

“Let’s put on… ‘Favorite Girl’. It’s one of my faves right now,” you say.

Namjoon can’t do anything except gawp at his laptop, overwhelmed with confusion and awe as his song—his song!—plays from a little pink speaker next to you when you pick up a little bullet vibrator, also pink, dragging it along your thighs slowly.

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“Wait. I-is this kind of weird, guys?” you ask, gasping quietly as you drag the vibrator agonisingly slow along the lace that covers your folds. “I-I’m… I’m touching myself to… this guy’s music. D-do you think he’d be weirded out?”

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You giggle softly, saying, “you’re sweet, ‘NJ’. You too, ‘mommysboi’.”

‘Favorite Girl’ transitions into another song on his mixtape, and Namjoon’s not even sure what he should be focused on right now: his voice pouring out of your speaker, or the way you turn off and drop the bullet vibrator to start to push a lubed up dildo into you.

It’s a solid six inches, and you’ve managed to push more than half of the dildo into yourself by the time he snaps back to reality, realising that he’s watching this stream for a reason. Your little gasps and moans never fail to have his body thrumming with heat, pants feeling a tad uncomfortable, and he, graced by the powers that be, manages to kick his sweatpants off without dropping his laptop.

You throw your head back against your bed, hips jerking and thighs starting to tremble slightly as you push the dildo in as far as it can go. The comments fly past, but Namjoon barely pays them any attention at this point, too entranced by the way your legs twitch with an impending orgasm.

A whine slips from your lips as you keen, back arching, and Namjoon licks his lips when you pull the dildo away completely, denying yourself the pleasure of coming.

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He lets out a shaky exhale, watching as you slide your fingers into your mouth, dragging the tip of the dildo teasingly across your folds. Your moans mixing with his music is something Namjoon had no idea he needed to hear until tonight, watching as the candy in your mouth falls to the ground next to you, a thin string of saliva hanging from your lip. The comments continue to flood the chat, as expected, only increasing when you put the dildo down momentarily to untie the ribbon on your outfit, pushing the lace off your body to leave you completely naked in front of the camera. Namjoon presses his lips together to muffle a groan when you position yourself on your knees, holding the dildo between your thighs to slowly push yourself down onto it, mouth open in a small ‘O’. You let out a soft whine as you start to bounce up and down on the dildo slowly, hands coming up to hold your breasts, fingers creating dimples in your skin as you squeeze.

You sigh, throwing your head back against your bed, pinching your nipples between your thumb and finger, thighs starting to shake a little. Namjoon feels like he’s going crazy at all the sounds you’re making, at the way the dildo disappears inside of you, no doubt stretching you out every time you push down onto the toy. Unknowingly, his hand has reached into his boxers, fingers tightly wrapped around his dick as he strokes himself in time to your movements. He can only imagine what you’d feel like, bouncing up and down on his cock, letting out those cute, little whines and drowning out the sound of his songs in the background, and just the mere thought of it all has him a little lightheaded.

“Ah, I w-wanna come,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip until it’s a deep shade of pink.

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You feel yourself spurred on by the comments, heat building in your stomach as the telltale signs of an orgasm start to creep up on you; but you force yourself to slow down, delaying the prospect of climax for yourself with another whine.

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You slowly pull the dildo out from between your legs, panting as you bring the toy to your lips, pushing it into your mouth in lieu of the candy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Namjoon groans, eyebrows furrowing as he flicks his wrist and tugs his cock. The comments all seem to reflect the same sentiment, not stopping even as you sit back and spread your legs wider, slipping your free hand between your thighs to rub circles on your clit with a muffled moan. Namjoon lets out a shaky breath at the way your hips jerk at your touch, desperately seeking relief from the arousal that no doubt builds the longer you play with yourself, drool dripping down the length of the toy and onto your fingers.

He hates this whole Struggling College Student aesthetic of his, wanting nothing more than to be sending larger amounts of tokens to you in praise every week he tunes into your stream, barely managing to provide anymore than a hundred over the course of one session. You always do your best, and Namjoon wishes he could find another way to let you know.

“Let me come,” you whine, the tip of the dildo resting on your chin as you pause to take a breath.

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“Please let me come,” you say, correcting yourself. “Haven’t I been a good girl?”

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“Y-yeah? W-will you let me come? Please?”

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“Please, please, please.”

Fuck.

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You gasp, dropping the dildo to reach down and push two fingers into yourself, thrusting your hand quickly to chase the building climax, other hand still frantically rubbing your clit.

“I-I… I-I’m coming,” you whine, arching your back. “I’m coming. Ah!”

A long, drawn out moan slips from your lips as you feel yourself clench around your fingers, thighs shaking as you come, feeling your whole body thrum with warmth as you finally orgasm.

When the tingles of overstimulation start to hit, you sit back and pull your fingers out, chest heaving as you pant before you’re cleaning your fingers with kittenish licks of your tongue. You giggle at the tokens and comments dropping as you relax again, watching as you’re showered with praise.

“You guys are cute,” you say, grinning as you cross your legs shut. “Anyways. I should let you guys go. I’m sure we’ve all got some cleaning up to do now.”

Namjoon looks down at his lap, and lo and behold, he’s confronted by the wet patch on the front of his boxers. He hadn’t even realised he’d come when you did, too focused on the way you’d keened at the sensation, and he chuckles, embarrassed as he reaches for the box of tissues on his bedside locker.

“Also,” you continue. “Just a heads up. I might be late to the stream next week.”

Huh? Late?

“I’m gonna be transferring colleges in a couple days, so it might take me a while to get settled… figure out if I can stream in my new dorm room and all that.” You laugh quietly. “I’ll still make sure to try and do the usual Thursday night stream, but just in case I don’t, at least you guys will know, right? Make sure to turn on the notifications to make sure you don’t miss out on the stream whenever it does happen.”

Huh. A new college. Interesting.

“As always, guys, thank you so much for tuning in, whether this was your first time or not. I always appreciate all the comments and tokens. I’ve had my eye on a new set of lingerie, so I might be able to buy it now with you guys’ generous donations! I’ll see you guys soon, okay?”

Namjoon is quick to type out one last message in the comments.

NJ0912: thank you x til next time, angel

He watches as you blow a kiss towards the camera before shutting off the stream, and all at once, he’s left on his own, with come slowly drying on his crotch and underwear, thighs hot from where his laptop had been resting. He shuts it with a groan before carefully climbing off his bed, waddling off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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“And this is the Social Sciences building, where I imagine you’ll be spending a majority of your time, right?” Hoseok says.

“I think so, yeah,” you reply with a smile, looking up at the vast expanse of the building.

“You said your major is sociology, yeah?” You nod in reply. “That’s cool. One of my best friends is a sociology and anthropology double major.”

“Oh, really? A junior as well?”

“Nah, he’s a senior, like me. Actually… speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. Namjoon! Hey, guys!” Hoseok waves his arm frantically, and you follow his line of sight, gaze falling on a group of guys redirecting to head your way. “Namjoon’s the one in the glasses. With the blonde hair.”

You shift your gaze towards the one Hoseok has just described, and, oh. Oh wow.

“‘Sup, hyung? You doing another tour?” one of the guys says, sipping loudly on a carton of banana milk.

“Yeah. Guys this is _____. She just transferred here today,” Hoseok says, motioning to you.

“Hey,” you say with a small wave, fixing the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“This is Seokjin hyung, Masters student; his boyfriend, Jimin, environmental science major; Taehyung, theatre major; Yoongi hyung, sound production major; Taehyung’s boyfriend, Jeongguk, computer science major; and Namjoon, sociology and anthropology major, like I said before.”

“Nerd alert,” Jimin says, grinning.

“What’s your major, _____?” Taehyung asks.

“I’m a sociology major,” you answer.

“Oh, no way! Same as you, hyung!” Jeongguk says, smacking Namjoon’s arm. “Hyung? Hyung. Namjoon hyung.”

“Huh? What? Shit, sorry,” Namjoon says, coughing awkwardly.

“Dude. You good?” Hoseok asks, eyebrows furrowed. “You look like you just tripped into an alternate universe for a hot minute there.”

“What. No. Yeah. Nah, I’m good. I’m good.”

“You sound high,” Yoongi comments, frowning. “Are you fuckin’ high?”

“No. No, hyung, I’m good,” Namjoon says, insistent. “Just… thought she was someone I knew, that’s all. Your name’s _____?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a small nod. “You’re… Namjoon? Hoseok sunbae’s friend?”

“That’s, uh… yep, that’s me.”

“God, you’re being so weird right now,” Yoongi says, sighing.

“Anyway,” Hoseok says. “I should probably finish off the tour, and let you get to your dorm to unpack your stuff and whatnot. We’ll leave these losers alone. I was gonna properly introduce you to Namjoon in case you needed a tutor or somethin’, ‘cause this guy’s top of the class, but… I dunno. He’s havin’ a weird day. I’ll do that later.”

“That’s all good,” you say, laughing. “It was nice meeting you all!”

“You too,” Taehyung says. “See you around, _____. Hope you like it here.”

“Sorry about him,” Hoseok says as you both walk away, chuckling and shaking his head.

“It’s fine,” you reply, laughing. “Maybe he just had a lot on his mind.”

“Maybe. I dunno. He’s a genius when it comes to the books, but everywhere else… he’s a goddamn idiot. Anyway. C’mon. I’ll show you the rest of the campus.”

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“Hyung, we’re gonna go get some nachos. You comin’?” Jimin asks. Namjoon doesn’t respond, but continues to stare off into space, in the direction that you and Hoseok had left in. “Okay, seriously. Should we be taking him to the hospital or something?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, furrowing his eyebrows. “I thought I was the one that was easily distracted. Hyung’s comin’ for my brand.”

Heaving a loud sigh, Yoongi ruffles his hair before stepping forward, right in Namjoon’s line of sight.

“Kim fuckin’ Namjoon, can you pull yourself together for a second?” he says, glaring. “Look, if you smoked or snorted something earlier, just say so. At least then we have something to blame for you being such a spaz right now.”

Namjoon blinks quickly, attention returning to the present, eyes widening when he realises the elder standing in front of him.

“Sorry,” he says, chuckling meekly.

“Dude. What is up with you?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t think so, hyung.”

“I beg to differ,” Yoongi says, scoffing.

“Maybe you should chill out and rest or somethin’, hyung,” Taehyung suggests.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says. “Maybe that Freud guy fried your brain or something.”

“Yeah.”

“Nah. Nah, guys, seriously. I’m good. I just thought I’d seen _____ somewhere, that’s all.”

“Hey, she’s kinda pretty, don’t you think?” Jimin says. “Speaking from a gay guy’s perspective and all, I mean.”

“I was gonna say!” Jeongguk says, nodding. “I’m gonna ask her what she uses on her lips. Her lip colour was pretty.”

“You gonna ask her and give me a pretty little kiss, handsome?” Taehyung asks, eyebrow arched as he flicks the underside of the younger’s chin.

“Hell yeah, hyung.”

“Gag,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. “Can we go? We look like a bunch of dorks just hangin’ out here doing fuck all.”

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When Namjoon gets back home, he shuffles into his room, still a bit dumbfounded.

_____.

It’s you. It’s definitely you, and Namjoon has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that information. A part of him feels like it’s not right that he knows your actual name, when everyone only knows you as AngelBaby; it feels like a violation of something, but still also makes him a little giddy that you, his favourite camgirl, goes to the same college as him—and studies the same major as him, no less!

He chuckles and carelessly throws his bag onto his bed, beside himself at everything that’s happened today. Namjoon knows he should probably study, well aware that he’s got a paper due in a couple of weeks, but he can’t seem to pull himself towards his desk and open up his books, too caught up in the fact that he’s met you—that he’s stood within three feet of you.

Namjoon could die peacefully right about now.

He takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose, rolling his shoulders back to ease the tension, and Namjoon’s in the middle of stretching when his phone starts to ring.

“Yeah?” he answers.

“Yo, do we have food there, or should we order in?” Hoseok asks. Oh right, Namjoon thinks. Dinner on Wednesday happens here.

“Uh… I don’t think we’ve got anything here, except a packet of ramen, and some yogurt that I’m pretty sure has expired.”

“Yeah, thought so. Alright cool. Are you good with fried chicken, dude?”

“Sounds good to me, Seok.”

“Alright. We’ll be there in twenty.”

“Coo—”

“Oh, also we invited _____ to come along to dinner too, so maybe tidy up the place and make sure we don’t have nasty shit lyin’ around.”

Wait, what?

Hoseok hangs up before Namjoon can react, and for a moment, he stands in his room, staring down at his phone, speechless.

You’re… coming over?

“...oh, fuck.”

In full panic mode, Namjoon starts to pace around his room, eyes frantically looking everywhere for anything that may incriminate him.

Dirty boxers. Used tissues that he didn’t manage to shoot into the trash can from his bed. His laptop.

Namjoon has half a mind to throw his laptop out the window, convinced you being in the presence of it is enough for you to get wind of him constantly watching your cam shows. He’s being delusional, of course, but he can’t help but stress. He has twenty minutes to get his shit together, and he starts to work double time.

By the time Yoongi’s punching in the code at the door, Namjoon has sprayed enough Febreeze in every room to mask even an iota of anything ‘boyish’.

“...only ten thousand Won?” Namjoon hears Jeongguk saying, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Swear on my life,” you say, laughing. “It’s that good, I always buy two or three at a time. Actually, if you want, after dinner, you can come up and I’ll give you my spare to try out.”

“Wait, really? You sure?”

“Jeongguk, oh my God, just take the offer,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes with a grin. “If _____’s lipstick makes your lips half as enticing as hers, I’ll be all over you in a heartbeat, babe.”

You laugh and shake your head, stopping when you see Namjoon in the living room, Febreeze bottle in one hand, and magazine in the other. You smile, bowing your head.

“Hi, sunbae,” you greet.

“Uh… hey,” Namjoon says, blinking. “Hey, guys.”

“_____, ignore this idiot, please,” Yoongi says, cutting through the living room, not caring when he ‘accidentally’ shoulders Namjoon. “If you see anything around the apartment that kinda looks like fertiliser, that’s just whatever strain of weed Namjoon happens to be smokin’.”

“I haven’t smoked any weed, hyung,” Namjoon says, clearing his throat and putting the magazine back down on the coffee table.

“Take a seat wherever you want,” Hoseok says. “Promise the couch and bean bags are safe to sit on.”

You laugh and walk over to the sofa after toeing your shoes off, taking a seat down between Jeongguk and Jimin.

“I feel like I should’ve made a jjigae or something,” Seokjin says, sitting down on one of the bean bags. “We can’t be eating all this fried shit and expect to maintain this clear-ass skin.”

“I don’t think jjigae is gonna be much help, hyung,” Yoongi says, ruffling his hair.

“Pfft. Whatever, Mr. Honey Skin.”

“Hey, _____. You want Coke or Sprite?” Hoseok asks, head sticking out from the kitchen.

“I’m good with anything, sunbae,” you reply, looking over your shoulder.

“Sprite it is. Only the cool kids drink Sprite, you know.”

“Oh, for sure.”

“So, _____. Where were you before coming here?” Taehyung asks, sitting down on Jeongguk’s knee, despite all the free seats.

“I was at Deokseong Women’s up until transferring here.”

“Damn, that’s pretty far. How’d you end up here?”

“Uh, scholarship,” you say. “It took forever to get approved, but I made it eventually. Halfway through my junior year.”

“Wow. Just what our group needs: another super nerd,” Jimin teases, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I am definitely not a super nerd.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I just really liked the idea of going to school closer to the city.”

Namjoon emerges from the bathroom, sans Febreeze bottle, nervously wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans, hesitating between joining everyone in the living room or disappearing into the kitchen. He sighs inwardly when Hoseok emerges with a tray of drinks, setting it down onto the coffee table in the centre of the room, and takes a seat across from you on the other side of the table, legs crossed.

“Yo, who’s got the number for the good fried chicken place?” Hoseok asks, taking a seat down on the ground between Yoongi’s legs, glass of Sprite cradled between his hands.

“Oh, yep. Gimme a sec,” Seokjin says, pulling out his phone. “How much are we ordering today?”

“Let’s go ham,” Jeongguk announces, leaning back against the sofa. “We haven’t had chicken in so long, hyung.”

“Cool. So… you’re gonna pay then.”

“Hah. Yeah… um, about that…”

“I’ll pay,” you say, taking a sip.

The room erupts into protest.

“No way, friend-o,” Taehyung says, playfully smacking your knee. “We are not making you pay on your first dinner with us.”

“Aww, come on! I insist,” you reply. “It’s the least I could do for you guys after inviting me over tonight.”

“Nope,” Jimin says. “I’m pretty sure it’s Namjoon hyung’s turn to pay this time, so let him and his wallet worry about paying for the chicken.”

“But—”

“Seriously, _____,” Yoongi says, sitting down on one of the arm rests of the sofa. “Let Soundcloud fund our weekly dinner.”

“Um… Soundcloud?”

“Mhm. Hyung’s made it big on Soundcloud over the last few months—these three hyungs have, actually,” Jeongguk says, motioning to Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok.

“Woah, that’s super cool,” you say, eyes wide. “What kind of music do you guys make?”

“Should we show you?” Hoseok says, sitting up suddenly.

“Dude. That’s fuckin’ embarrassing,” Yoongi groans, hiding a smile behind his glass. “Make like Kendrick, and be humble.”

“Humble shmumble, hyung. Jeongguk, you left your speaker in my room, right?”

“Is that where it is?!” Jeongguk cries. “God, I’ve been looking for that all week!”

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The group is half way through the second jumbo box of special seasoned fried chicken when Yoongi’s mixtape comes to an end and transitions into one of Namjoon’s.

Recognising the opening to ‘tokyo’, you drop the piece of chicken in your grasp, eyes wide, sauce stuck to the corners of your lips as you turn to Namjoon, who meets your gaze, cup raised halfway to his lips.

“You’re… y-you’re…” you stutter. “You’re RM?”

“Um. Yes?” Namjoon replies.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Woah, woah, woah. Wow. Okay. Wow.”

“Huh. I think she’s a fan, hyung,” Taehyung says, laughing.

“Here, _____,” Jimin says, holding out a napkin. “Wipe the sauce and drool from your face, girl.”

“Sunbae… ‘mono’ is a work of art, I swear to God,” you say, taking the napkin without taking your eyes off of Namjoon. “‘everythingoes’ made me cry like a little baby in my dorm room when I first heard it. That’s… probably really weird to say, but… oh, and ‘seoul’? I think that’s my favourite track. Oh, and your first mixtape? It is so cool. Every song on there is a jam. Like...”

“Yeah,” Seokjin says, humming thoughtfully as he reaches for another piece of chicken. “I think she might be a fan.”

“Um. Thank… you, I guess?” Namjoon says, chuckling nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry. It’s weird to hear someone other than these guys talk about my stuff like… that.”

“This is insane. I think I’m gonna cry,” you say, laughing as you sit back against the sofa cushions, dumbfounded with realisation.

“Should we be offended that she’s not reacting the same way to our mixtapes, hyung?” Hoseok laughs, nudging Yoongi’s shoulder; the elder chuckles in response.

“Holy shit. I should follow you guys on Soundcloud too.” You scramble to find your phone, licking the sauce off your fingers as you type. “I feel like I just met a bunch of celebrities. Do you guys do live performances as well, or just stick to posting online?”

“We’ll do a gig here and there if there are spots available at some of the clubs in Hongdae,” Yoongi replies with a shrug. “Jeongguk’ll join us once in a while if he’s not busy trying to devour Taehyung’s face.”

“Oh? You rap too?”

“Nah, not really. I’m more of a vocalist than anything just to help the hyungs out,” Jeongguk says, reaching for another wing.

“And, funnily enough, Jeongguk makes me a vocalist every night, if you get my drift,” Taehyung adds, grinning.

“That’s disgusting,” Seokjin sighs. “You kids can leave. I don’t need to hear another story about how Jeongguk broke another headboard while fucking you, Taehyung.”

“Speaking of breaking headboards,” Hoseok says, nudging your knee. “Are you seeing anyone, _____?”

“Nah. I’m a single pringle,” you reply, shrugging.

“But are you ready to mingle?”

“Wait. Are you hitting on _____, Seok? That’s fucking embarrassing, doing it right out in the open,” Yoongi says, grimacing.

“Hyung. I’m gay.”

“...oh, right.”

Hoseok looks at you, rolling his eyes; you laugh in response.

“I mean… I dunno. I guess I’m down to mingle. It’s not necessarily a priority though,” you say. “If it happens, it happens. I don’t wanna force it.”

“Is that something that’s taught in Sociology 101 or something?” Jimin asks, laughing. “Namjoon hyung says the exact same thing when his mother asks him how his love life’s going.”

“Your mom asks you about your love l—” Jeongguk asks.

“Thank you, Jimin, for your ever lovely input,” Namjoon interrupts, clearing his throat. “If no one’s eating that last wing, I’m taking it.”

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“She’s really cute,” Hoseok says, packing up the empty boxes with a chuckle.

“Who, _____?” Yoongi asks, picking up the cups. “She is, yeah.”

“You’ll think she’ll want to keep hanging out with us?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“How inclined she is to forgive Namjoon for being a walking, talking dumbass.”

“Hey,” Namjoon says, frowning.

“I mean, hyung kinda has a point, dude. You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Hoseok says, throwing everything into the trash can. “What gives?”

“I’m not being weird.”

Hoseok and Yoongi both stop, shooting Namjoon a pointed look.

“Okay, fine. I’m being a little weird,” Namjoon says, sighing. “I dunno. I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now. Assignments and whatever. You guys know what I mean.”

“Must be some assignment if it’s got the smartest dude in the class spacing out so much,” Yoongi scoffs.

“Well, I’d offer to help, but I dunno how much help I’ll be,” Hoseok says, patting Namjoon’s shoulder as he passes him on the way to the kitchen.

“Nah, it’s fine, man. You got your own shit to worry about.”

“I hope you figure your shit out soon, Joon, because you’re starting to look very uncool,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah, no, I’ll… I’ll sort myself out soon, hyung. Sorry.”

[brandywine-tomatoes]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a fluffy Lydia x reader where the reader is really bad at flirting, but absolutely loves being flirted with, as well as cuddling and being cuddled! Y’know, the usual fluff stuff. ❤️❤️❤️ Love ur aesthetics btw!

Natural Beauty

Masterlist

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tw: none, just a bit of fluff in hallways at lunch

a/n: ahhhh!! Thank you so much for the request! I’m sorry it took this long, chemistry is taking up a lot of my time. I hope this is alright!! (and thank you for being my first request 💕)

“You need to learn how to repress your feelings better, it’s incredibly obvious,” your friend Anya said out of the blue from the desk beside you.

You whipped your head around. “What? What’s obvious?”

“You like her, plain as day, you’ve been staring at her for weeks. She’s your best friend, just tell her,” she went back to writing whatever was written on the chalkboard.

“I do not!” Your voice rose an octave. “She’s just that, a friend.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” she smirked at you.

You hadn’t been staring at her, just... admiring her. She was a work of the best artist, her smile perfect and lifted the clouds from your mind, how could anyone not admire her? But this was different. She was your closest friend, and you were her first friend at school, though that had been a different time. You both were young and innocent, now you were a year away from graduating and everything seemed to become more free-flowing and fast-paced. But Lydia was always there, she was the constant throughout all of it, who helped you when no one else could. She laughed at your terrible puns and stayed late on the phone to help you stop crying. She’d trusted you enough that she even invited you to meet her dad and stepmother and told you ghost stories until you drifted off to sleep beside her.

“You’re staring again,” Anya mumbled.

“I’m never sitting next to you again,” you sarcastically grumbled, trying to catch up on the photography notes.

Lydia sat a couple rows in front of you beside the window, her face always illuminated by the natural light while she furiously scribbled down notes and listened intently. She was incredibly talented; she could be accepted into the best schools for photography and that would be with her ‘worst’ photos. She just loved it so much.

“Okay class,” the teacher started, standing up to pack her bags. “There will be a project due in the next couple of days, very simple and covers what we’ve learned so far. I want you to find a natural beauty and capture it, keeping in mind the composition techniques we’ve learned. This will determine your status in the course.”

As she finished, the irritating bell rang over the intercom, signalling the start of lunch and a bit of freedom.

You and Anya packed your things and left the classroom in a hurry, not wanting to be caught in the stampede of students. You both stood close to the wall, waiting for Lydia.

The highway of students thinned out and only the ones who hung out in the hallways at lunch were occupying it.

“What’s taking her so long, I’ve got food to eat,” Anya asked.

“Dunno, maybe she’s talking with Ms. Wilson?” You shrugged.

“If she doesn’t come out soon, I’m gonna starve to death. I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, she can’t be much longer,” you reasoned, looping your arm in hers so she wouldn’t abandon you.

“This could be considered hostage-taking,” she retorted.

“This is a sign of friendship.”

She chuckled at that. “You’re so ‘sunshine and rainbows’, maybe Lydia will change that.”

“What am I changing?” Lydia walked out of the classroom with Ms. Wilson behind her, walking in the other direction.

“Apparently I’m too much of a ray of sunshine for little miss ‘I’m a hostage’,” you looped your other arm in hers to her surprise and started walking towards your lockers down the hall.

Lydia held onto your arm, the gesture warming your cheeks a bit. “Oh yeah, 100%, we’ve gotta work towards corrupting you.”

“New project for the spring, corrupt little miss sunshine.” Anya unlopped her arm and went to unlock her locker.

You realized Lydia was still clinging to your arm and your free hand found itself wrapped around hers. Your heart started pounding and you quickly let go to unlock your own locker.

“Any other projects I should be aware of?” You asked jokingly.

Anya gestured to an occupied Lydia opening her locker beside you. “Many in the works.”

You playfully slapped Any’s arm, feeling the heat rising up your neck and locked your locker.

The 3 of you slid down the lockers and started talking about whatever came to mind and shared the food you collectively had. As the minutes ticked away, somehow Lydia’s head ended up in your lap and your hands played with locks of her short black hair while Anya couldn’t stop smiling at the sight.

“So, then I was like ‘he wouldn’t do that! You’ve got be kidding me!’ and they were all ‘nope, he did, he let every bug he could find in into the house’ and then I was like ‘well where is he?’ and they were all-” Lydia went on about her step-uncle, her hands animated in the air for emphasis.

You had a little smile on your face as you looked at her passionately going on about her family. Your back was getting sore from leaning on the locker, but you didn’t dare move.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” Lydia’s voice interrupted your thinking.

“Yeah?”

“You were staring,” Anya almost vibrated off the floor in excitement.

Oh no oh no you thought. Lydia could get the wrong idea... or was it the right idea?

“I wasn’t staring, just thinking,” you defended, Lydia looking up at you with curious eyes, causing more anxiety.

“Anyways,” Lydia thankfully interrupted, seeing you were uncomfortable. “I asked if you had any ghost stories.”

“I mean, I believe in them, sure, but I’ve never met any.”

Lydia’s lips quirked up. “You’ll meet some one day.”

“Is that a promise, Deetz?”

“You betcha babe,” Lydia winked. Anya choked on a french fry and you looked anywhere but Lydia, laughing nervously and your face feeling incredibly hot. You were suddenly very aware of your hands still playing with the locks of her hair and slowly pulled them away reluctantly.

“Aw, you’re blushing! You’re so cute when you blush!” She excitedly said as she sat up, her face inches apart. You swallowed and looked to the ground, to the wall behind her, to your fidgeting hands, anywhere but the gorgeous girl in front of you. You finally turned your gaze to her and saw hers was observing your lips. She looked from your lips to your eyes, then again, and you swore the corners of lips turned up when you let your gaze slide to hers.  

The irritating bell rang out, echoing off the walls and made you jump back. Lydia smirked and gathered her things into her bag. You sat there for a moment, stunned and really confused. You thought she was actually going to kiss you, in a school hallway, in front of Anya, around everyone else, against the no PDA rule. You told yourself you didn’t want that to happen as you packed up your things and let Anya help you up who was grinning like an idiot. 

Your breath hitched when Lydia looked at your lips, you almost leaned in, you imagined cupping her cheek and holding her closer then would be considered just platonic, you wanted that to happen. But you always felt like that, you always felt your heart pounding when she grabbed your hand to lead you to class and tried to keep your breathing even when she was bumped closer or when she flirted shamelessly with you.

You vaguely remember saying goodbye to a beaming Anya and walking slowly through the crowd to your next class, lost in thought. Well, lost in figuring out what you were going to do about Lydia.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours, Y/N?” Lydia came up beside you. You snapped out of it and halfheartedly smiled.

“Oh come on, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” She stepped in front of you, her eyebrows turned down and a worried look in her eyes. The students behind gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

“No, of course not, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You gave her a reassuring smile, though she didn’t look convinced. You put your hands on her shoulders, trying to ignore your rising heartbeat. “If you did anything wrong, I’d tell you.”

She put her hands on top of yours, a relieved smile overtaking her features. “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”

“Isn’t your class the other way?”  

She winked and pulled you forward, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “I can run.”

Her short hair tickled your jaw and you could see her dark purple lipstick shimmer in the fluorescent light. The crowd thinned out as everyone got to their classes, leaving you two walking through the empty halls. You walked to your art history class in a comforting silence, consumed by your own thoughts.  

You finally got to the plain entrance of the class and Lydia slid her arm off your shoulder to your dismay. You both faced each other, waiting for the other to say something, a goodbye or a confusion.

“You wanna come over after school? You know, to do the photography assignment?” She asked.

“Uh, sure!” You replied a little too eager. “I don’t really know what to do for it, but I guess I’ll think of something.”

Lydia smirked at you and began walking back down the hallway. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Well, what’s the idea?”

“You.”

She blew a kiss and ran back down the hall, leaving you fumbling and blushing like crazy.

Once your heart slowed down, you smiled to yourself, wondering if the goth girl of Winter River really had a thing for you. Maybe she really did think of you like you thought of her. Maybe you could really be her natural beauty.