#and i don’t miss shopping there like at all lol so i probably won’t even go back to doing that

[gobbluthbutagirl]

will you ever go back to the target (like if they paid you a million dollars a day or something)

i mean in a hypothetical situation where they paid me a million dollars a day, yeah sure why not. but in real life they pay $17.75 an hour(up 50 cents from when i quit a year and a half ago!) and there’s another target a mile away that’s within west hollywood city limits and therefore pays $19.50 an hour. and even the second-closest target(in the same zip code as the infamous one) pays $18.25 an hour. so even if i did go back to target, it wouldn’t be that one. but here’s the thing: i will never go back to target

[kooktrash]

make a wish | jeon jungkook [ birthday drabble ]

DRABBLE FOR: ROMANTIC DREAMS but you don’t have to read it, this drabble can stand alone

summary: hours before his birthday, his friends force him to come out for a night of drinks only for him to be mad the entire time that you’re ignoring him. he comes home early worried you might’ve left but what he saw instead made his birthday all the better when the clock strikes midnight.

warnings: smut. birthday sex. jk is at the club but misses oc lol. 3.8k words

The feeling he got anytime he came out for drinks with his friends never changed. It always felt suffocating to him from the crowds of drunk people all against each other to the overly loud music he couldn’t even pay attention to. It was overwhelming, to say the least.He hated the looks he got and the way people tried to talk to him. He hated how loud his friends were and how they felt the need to bring him up to complete strangers like any of it matter. It’s his birthday weekend, you wanted him to celebrate with all of his friends and yet he couldn’t care less about any of that. He was more interested in finding out why you weren’t here tonight and why you weren’t answering your phone.

“Come on man, just one drink and then you’re free to crawl back to Y/n,” Jin joked as he patted the guy on the back, “But we want to hang out with you for your birthday at least once.”

“Y/n’s not answering the phone,” Jungkook warned as he was led to the bar, “So I’m probably just gonna head out.”

“Dude, Y/n’s not a kid, you don’t have to watch her every five seconds,” Namjoon asked, “Don’t get me wrong, wanting to spend time with your girlfriend is the bare minimum but don’t you think you go overboard sometimes? It would not kill you to be away from her for one night.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, his gaze hardened as he eyed his friend closely. Namjoon just shrugged despite how blunt he sounded and that only seemed to annoy Jungkook more. Who was he to say that?

Jungkook does not go overboard, alright?

He trusts you… of course he does… but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still think about you leaving him. Something in his gut tells him that if you ever try to break up with him you won’t tell him, you’ll just leave and he’ll have no clue where you went.

He thinks you’ve finally grown to love him almost as much as he loves you but he just can’t get over the amount of times you told him you were done. The amount of times he’s had to remind you you’re not going anywhere and neither is he.

He’s gotten better too, he no longer has cameras set up and maybe that’s why he always feels so anxious when you don’t answer. All he’s got is your location so he knows you’re at home, so why won’t you answer his texts?

“Kook?” Namjoon called out to him as he stood at the bar as if he hadn’t just yelled at him, “What do you want to drink?”

“Jungkook?”

He yelled at his friend to get him anything, hearing the call of his name but not bothering to turn and acknowledge it. A small poke on his arm made him take a deep breath and turn to whoever was trying to catch his attention.

“It is you,” She said softly, “Oh my god, it’s been so long. W-y-you just stopped talking to me.”

“Do I know you?” Jungkook looked down unimportant. He actually did have a small recollection of her. They met over a year ago and hooked up a couple times but that was it. He was horny and she was easy.

She looked taken back, “Yeah. You do, asshole.”

He didn’t respond to her, simply glanced down at her angry expression and scoffed as he looked to his friends. They were all busy buying drinks and Jungkook did not care about any of that. He’s been with them since he got off work. They didn’t even let him go home to see you and tell you to go out for drinks. They showed up at the shop, hurried him to close and dragged him to the closest bar. He’s tired of it all. His birthday is tonight and the person he wants to spend it with isn’t answering their damn phone and he’s just starting to get pissed off.

“Okay, here’s yo—“

“I’m leaving,” Jungkook told Namjoon, handing him back the drink, “I’m tired and we’ve been out for hours already. I want to go home.”

Namjoon checked the time biting his lip, he was supposed to stall Jungkook from getting home per your orders and it’s been difficult all night to keep him from running to you. He’s never seen his friend so… in love [?], is that the right word for it? His need to know where you are, why you aren’t talking to him, who you’re with, was intense. Namjoon just knows Jungkook is at his limit with you ignoring him. All he could do was nod his head and give up, “Alright, can you drive?”

Jungkook only had one drink and even then he didn’t finish it before they tried getting him another so he felt fine. He was just bothered that you’ve yet to reach out to him.

He made an attempt to call you, one last time, as he got in his car but like before you didn’t answer and he can feel his patience running extremely thin. Why weren’t you answering him?

The first thing Jungkook noticed when he got back to your shared apartment was how dark it was. Usually [especially now that he’s made the place his own now], the apartment had a dark aura to it. It probably had to do with the mixed decor the two of you had up like his black sketches of skulls and serpents next to your framed photographs of Baby’s Breath and lavender. He’s used to it by now but right now… it’s too quiet…

“Y/n?” Jungkook called out and you could hear the growing annoyed panic in his voice. He dropped his things from work down to the ground without any care. He hasn’t seen you since before he went to the tattoo shop in the morning and now it’s almost midnight and you’re nowhere to be seen.

As Jungkook turned down the hallway, he seemed to freeze. Just below his feet where he hadn’t noticed them before, laid a trail of black rose petals. He followed them with his gaze seeing them disappear under the closed bedroom door where he could see a hue of red lighting inside. With a curious tilt of his head, he walked along the petals, twisting the knob on the door and immediately feeling his heart race.

Your bedroom which had become a concoction of gothic knickknacks and floral patterns, was a deep shade of red. His vinyl played one of his favorite Deftones songs, Mascara, and there you were.

He stopped at the door, eyes taking in the sight around him but all he could do was look down at you surrounded by candles littered across the room and music playing softly to set the mood and suddenly he wasn’t angry anymore. You had been ignoring him all night and that drew him insane but seeing you laying in bed wearing nothing but a black lace lingerie set made him forget all about that anger.

“So this is why you weren’t answering my calls?” Jungkook asked despite feeling giddy inside from all of this. Your lingerie was thin and fitted, it hugged you in all the right places and you looked so inviting with your legs slightly spread open for him, laying in a petal of black roses. You didn’t say anything, only lifted a single finger toward him and motioned for him to move closer.

Your boyfriend was never much for the theatrics, he liked doing it too much to wait, so you weren��t surprised at all when he reached for the back of his black shirt and yanked off over his head exposing his muscles, torso and nipple piercings. His tattooed hands unzipped the front of his black jeans and kicked them off immediately before walking toward the bed with a dark look in his eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said sitting up a little when he brought a hand to the back of your neck after crawling over your body to kiss you, “But you’re always so impatient.”

“You were ignoring me,” Jungkook whispered against your lips as he sighed softly into the kiss, “I don’t like when you ignore me.”

“So you’re not happy with the surprise?” You asked despite knowing the answer. Jungkook has only just now gotten undressed and you can already see the growing bulge in his Calvin Klein’s. Jungkook looked down at your pliant body laying pretty underneath him, unable to help himself from dragging his index finger over the tip of your nipples that peaked through the sheer fabric, “I love it, just dlike nt ignore my texts again, okay?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes even as he kissed along your neck lovingly, his teeth softly nipped at the skin until his tongue was running over the marks soothingly. He was already on top of you trying to control the situation and you put a hand on his chest to move him off. His brows furrowed as you began to say up forcing him to do the same, “Why don’t you lay down and let me take the lead for once, yeah?”

“Bab—“ his words died down when your finger tugged at one the bar piercing on his nipple. He looked down watching your finger circle around it teasingly scratching against him and he was folding. Now that Jungkook had relaxed a little, you took the chance to move him to lie on his back, straddling hips as his hands found your waist to hold you there. He set you down directly over his hardening length, letting you slide against it for a moment’s worth of friction. Jungkook always got so easily turned on when it came to you. He could be at work doing a tattoo on someone and suddenly he’ll remember what the two of you did the night before, how he fucked you on the kitchen counter or ate your pushy in the bathtub. Sometimes it didn’t even have to be about sex. He would think about seeing you fresh out the shower or wearing a shirt of his and nothing underneath.

“Y/n,” Jungkook sighed once he felt you lean down for a kiss. It was an open mouth kiss with your tongue pushing into his sloppily the way he liked it, your hands scratching down his ribbed sides feeling every muscle in their path. When you pulled your lips away from his, a line of drool connected your mouths and dribbled down to his chin when you kissed along his jaw. Jungkook’s hands couldn’t sit still, they needed to feel all of you. Your lingerie bottoms were nothing but a lacy thin thong that left little to the imagination but looked good nevertheless. He slid his hands over your butt, big hands pinching and helping any part of you that he could, occasionally making your covered cored grind against his dick. A low moan left his lips when you sucked on his neck leaving a trail of love bites in your wake, moving down to his collarbone and chest.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you said teasingly as you lucked over his abused nipple that you had been tugging on. Jungkook’s breath hitched when you circled it with your tongue, sucking softly and nipping at the metal with your teeth.

“Always,” Jungkook sighed, squirming a bit as you kissed between his abs down toward his navel, fingers already sinking into the hem of his briefs, “You always make me feel good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in content, sliding yourself off his lap until you sat perfectly between his spread, muscular thighs, “You always make me feel good too, baby.”

It’s true too. He’s your boyfriend for fucks sake, even if you used to resent him for being the way he was then; there’s no point in still feeling that way when you really do love him—whether it be healthy or not is still up for debate.

Jungkook tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, playing with his lip ring as you yanked his briefs down with a bit of force that had him groaning at the toughness. He’s not used to you taking the initiative, maybe you’ve done it once or twice but never dressed like this in a red and black room made for sex.

You looked down at his length, not surprised at all by the sight of it. Jungkook was hard, his dick was thick and flat against his navel, throbbing under your stare. It twitched like it wanted to point upward but he wasn’t there yet. He needed a little more attention still.

You placed your hands on his thighs for support as you leaned forward to be face to face with his cock, pursing your lips like you were gonna kiss it before blowing air. Jungkook had to rest on his elbows to be able to sit up enough to see what you were doing, just barely catching the sight of you reaching further down and flattening your tongue against his balls teasingly until you licked the underside of his cock too. Immediately his arms gave way and he was laying back down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.

You wrapped a hand around his base, angling his cock to point upward before running your tongue along the side once more like he was a melting ice pop. You could see his lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes screwed shut in anticipation making you smirk. Jungkook always knew how to make you feel good and it was a boost to your ego to know that you too knew what made your boyfriend feel good. As his cock stood straight now, you licked along his tip, circling around the head and feeling him throb in your first when you sucked softly against his slit that produced precum.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned as he let his head fall back against rhe pillows with his hands tucked under his neck, hips raising with need to meet your mouth and make you take his cock down your throat. You grinned at the disheveled sight of your boyfriend that was caused by a little teasing and lowered your head starting back down over his balls where you knew he liked to feel your tongue first. Jungkook liked things sloppy, a bit rough and nasty. He loved having his balls played with, feeling your tongue swipe along them, sucking one into your mouth and tugging while fisting his cock. It’s exactly what you did tonight, you paid extra attention to his balls feeling his thighs tighten around you when you began to stroke his dick.

Jungkook was in ecstasy, his cock no longer needed your hand to make him stand straight, he was hard enough to do it on its own and you dug your nails into his thighs when you finally began to take him all into your mouth. A loud moan left his lips at the warm sensation of your spit coating his member, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He could feel you try and relax your throat all around him and although the wanted to let you take your time, he was so fucking horny. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up, forcing you to take more and more of him at a quicker pace.

You shook your head no, cock in your mouth and a hand flat against his pelvis to hold him down, “Just relax, baby, I got this.”

He huffed impatiently, nodding his head as he tried to calm down, lips parting in surprise when you took him all in one go. If your mouth wasn’t full with his dick, you would’ve been smiling at the way he so easily turned to mush underneath you. You wasted no time in teasing him anymore, bobbing your head up and down while your fist strokes whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand was fondling his balls avain, squeezing them, massaging them, rubbing them against each other as you made obscene noises with your throat as you fucked him into your mouth. Jungkook’s hands closed in tight fists over the bed sheets, body caving in with how good your mouth felt on him and he was so damn close, “Fucking hell, baby, fuck.”

You could tell he was close by the way he became restless, thighs clenching and unclenching, chest rising and lowering with jagged and fast paced breath, lips drawn apart with moan after moan and it only made you double your efforts. You got rougher, faster, sloppier.

It got to the point where Jungkook had a closed fist over his eyes trying not to overwhelm himself with how good you were making him feel but it had become too much. He couldn’t take it anymore, “Okay, Y/n, there, I’m gonna cum. Come on, need to feel you—oh fuck, baby.”

His head fall back with a loud moan, spurts of thick cum coating the inside of your mouth so suddenly even you were surprised by the amount. Jungkook’s body writhed on the bed, large muscular body twitching with pleasure as he came down your throat. You gagged at the intensity, pulling your mouth away and watching it coat his own dick in it, still softly jerking him off through his orgasm.

“You okay?” You asked lovingly, stroking him as you looked down at the mess you’ve made of him. Jungkook’s eyes were a deep red that made his gaze look darker under the LED lights. His lips looked swollen and cum was all over his pelvis but he was still rock hard.

“Y/n,” his voice grew hoarse, “Need you to sit on dick, right now.”

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 11:59pm.

“Birthday boy wants to cum in my pussy?” You asked surprisingly. The two of you rarely had sex without a condom but you were on birth control and it was his birthday… your boyfriend deserved this. As crazy as he was, he loved you and you… well, you loved him too or else why would you have stuck around? And right now, you were too turned on to care about the consequences.

Jungkook didn’t have to say anything to have you lining his cock work your wet pussy as you slid the lingerie to the side so it wasn’t in the way. As much as Jungkook loved the way it looked on you, he needed it completely off of you.

His rough fingers tugged at the seams, easily tearing it apart as you pressed his thick head between your folds. You gasped in surprise at how easily he tore threw the fabric, yanking roughly until it was in his hands and on the floor, “Baby… I’m trying to be sexy here.”

“You’re always sexy,” Jungkook said not caring about the lingerie as his hands found your hips, lowering you down his length himself, “But I like you better with nothing on.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgement, a small moan leaving your lips as this thick head finally made it past your broken hymen making the slide of the rest of his cock that much easier. Your hands fell flat against his chest for support as your feet pushed against the bed to help you raise your hips, his hands guiding you to bring them back down. It started off slowly, you began riding him teasingly only lifting yourself up a little, grinding your hips against his and doing it all over again.

Jungkook was fine with the pace as he took in the sight of your pretty tits in his face and he couldn’t help but move his hands to grope them, thumbs brushing over your nipples as his hips began to thrust up into yours making the slow ducking a little rougher.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly as his thick length hit that special spot at the top, rubbing against your open folds and pleasuring you so well you almost forgot this was for him and not for you. He was at the point where he didn’t care about who was supposed to be making who feel good. Anything you did to him felt good and without a care in the world he pulled you down to lay on his chest, your face against his neck as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck you from below. Your body bounced against his and with an arm tight around your lower waist and the other groping your ass, he was fully taking control to bring you to your first orgasm of the night.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked in a low whisper into your ear, cock working in and out of your tight pussy. You nodded your head, kissing his neck between moans as your cunt tightened around him, “So good.”

Jungkook took the lead with ease, grinding you against his aching member, so close to release once more. The clock had strikes midnight time ago and his phone was being flooded with birthday messages but he was too busy to care. All he had wanted for his birthday was to spend it with you and his patience had paid off.

He came home to you dressed so fucking sexy for him and with a promise that he could cum inside and that alone was bringing him closer and closer to his second orgasm, not worried about finishing too soon when he knew this wouldn’t be the last round.

Your teeth nipped are his neck, nails scratching along his nipples as you tightened around him once more, “Jun—babe, I can’t… fuck, please.”

“Cum for me, do it baby,” Jungkook urged you on, lifting a hand only to bring it back down hard on your ass hearing you squeal at the slight sting but your walls tightened all the same. His cock was reaching deep into your count every time you took him all in and all it took was one final spank, for your orgasm to hit. You released a loud moan into his ear, hearing him grunt as you clenched around and finally you felt the warmth of his release flood your insides for the first time ever.

He was left breathless, cock coated in both your arousals as you pulled yourself off of him and you both watch his release mixed with yours dribble down your legs, immediately turning him on once more. You looked up at him, smile on your face from how good your boyfriend looked after sex. You checked the time once more, hearing his phone buzz and you ran a soothing hand over his thigh and pulling some stray black petals off of him, “I’m gonna get a bath going, how does that sound, birthday boy?”

Jungkook smirked, “Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back, why don’t you start responding to everyone,” you told him with a wink. When you left and he looked down at his phone, a small laugh left his lips.

joon:i hope whatever surprise y/n did for u was good bc u were a bitch to keep distracted

joon: happy birthday

joon: don’t have too much fun with your girl

::.

ugh everytime I tell myself I’m tired of romantic dreams Jungkook I just come back 😭anyways little bday drabble on KooK’s bday 🥺HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY

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[adoresia]

Imagine…

coming to the end of your date with Satoru and you want to film a TikTok video of yourself in memory of the view and also how good you looked. But for extra effect you wanted the wind to blow your hair so it looked like it was flowing in the wind in front of the setting sun, unfortunately there was no wind. So you had to take matters into your own hands…

“Omg toru, I didn't get any good videos wait.” You paused everything you were doing and ran up to the balcony of the restaurant he took you too. The sun hastily setting creating a warm hue in the sky

“We can go take them now look the sun is setting and everything! Might even take some videos of myself ngl.” Gojo exclaimed excitedly, he never wanted to miss out on an opportunity of doing stuff with you, whether it be filming a TikTok, baking, shopping… he liked what you liked.

“Who is we? Boy come help me take this video.”

“Lame, who wouldn’t want to see videos of me I’m literally the strongest.” He argued smugly.

“The only person who would probably like your video is Me, and possibly Megumi out of pity.”

“Your so mean to me I literally brought you on this date” he sulked

“Stop complaining and come blow on my face, there isn’t enough wind.”

“Why the hell am I blowing on your face.”

“Because I did my hair extra good today and I want it to flow in the wind like those beach girls on TikTok.”

Without questioning you again, Gojo positions himself standing a little bit to your side making sure he wasn’t in the frame of the camera. And blew with all his might.

“Why are you blowing so HARD… you are NOT the big bad wolf.”

“IM LITERALLY DOING WHAT YOU ASKED ME TO DO.”

“I ASKED YOU TO BLOW NOT CREATE A SPITTING HURRICANE WITH YOUR MOUTH.”

“Stop screaming at me you’re making me sad.” He cooed playfully

“You play too much. Never mind, let’s just go I give up.” You brushed off, you reconned you could just do it the next time he brought you out on a site-seeing date.

“No, please okay I won’t play around this time. I’ll do it properly.”

You stopped for a second debating if you really wanted to retry since you had already closed the app and put your phone away. However you gave in (very easily probably because of the forced pout Gojo had on his face.

“Omg okay fine stop making that face you’re scaring me.”

And so you go again, this time Gojo blows more gently, the air was more caressing as it blew past your face and through the strands your hair. However he stopped before the video had ended which confused you, causing you to turn slightly ready to be met with a harsh blow. But to your surprise, Gojo had walked into the frame dropping a gentle peck on your soft lips before taking your phone and smiling at the camera.

“Aww how nice, toru. I thought you were gonna start playing around again.”

“You didn’t expect me to kiss you huh? I’m so unpredictable.”

“No you’re just really silly, I already knew you were gonna do something like that.”

“Don’t lie now baby.”

You both watched as the video played on repeat, Gojo staring intently locking onto the features on your face and how the aroma of the sun setting behind you had enhanced your beauty even more. You were so enticing. He thought, he could never keep it to himself. That would be selfish

“You’re so beautiful, can I get a kiss back?”

— I saw this TikTok before going to bed and was like wait this is kinda cute imagine how funny it would be with satoru, so here is my thoughts basically LOL. I’m tired now goodnight this drained me omg.

Video inspiration below!!

[roseykat]

hard thought part 2

This is part 2 to a hard thought that a lovely anon sent me not too long ago x

A/N: tagging @lyramundana who’s the usual instigator of my Minsung thoughts. I also have no idea how long this is lol

(if you haven’t read the first one, you don’t need to but for context it might be good)

Reader couldn’t have asked for a better experience when Minsung took her virginity. And although they’ve taken her ‘V card’, she’s still relatively inexperienced yet potently eager to do more. Almost like a puppy with unlimited excitement. That excitement stems from finally understanding that there’s more to sex than just sex with another person (or people in her case). It’s the temporary sting when one of either of their cocks stretch her open, the out of body orgasms they bring her to, the slow, sloppy kisses, the aftercare too. She enjoys every single bit of it and is damn near just about running Minsung dry as they try to keep up with her.

They could never lie about how hot and slightly cute it is to see her wanting to jump on their dicks at every chance she gets. Unintentionally so, they’ve managed to turn her into some cock-dumb slut. But it’s not her fault that she just loves being filled up by her two significant others🩷

However, it could be better, if they let her take them both at the same time, which at this stage, they won’t and for a few good reasons.

She’s been pestering them for a while now about how they should let her do it, but as they keep reminding her, she’s not ready yet. Yes, she might being having a lot of sex with them, but double penetration isn’t your every day sexual activity that people have the pleasure (literally) of doing. But that’s for people who aren’t in a relationship where there’s more than two and don’t always tend to explore.

In saying that, they love her so much and they know it’s a possibility for her at some stage in time. There’s nothing more either of them want other than to just slip their cocks into her holes that are for them to fill, and only them.

So they all decide to sit down and devise some type of plan to help train, prepare, and ease her towards the full experience. Not to mention to ensure that she is as comfortable as possible throughout everything. They first take into consideration that she has never done anal before. On top of that, it would take her some time getting used to the overwhelming sensation that comes with being stretched out by two things at once.

Therefore, Minsung thinks it’s best for her to start with anal training. Both Minho and Jisung are obviously pretty experienced in that realm before they met her so they have the knowledge and research on where, when, and how to start. The pair of them head to a sex shop to purchase a few things. They would’ve brought their girlfriend along but they also want to surprise her with these new items.

They buy her an anal training kit that contains a variety of small to big dildos for beginners, a pink jewelled, stainless steel butt plug, anal beads, a dildo specifically for anal, and even a wireless vibrating butt plug too that can be used outside of the bedroom. Some would probably think it’s all unnecessary or over the top even, but Minsung just wants to go all out for their princess and are as enthusiastic as she is. Not to mention, they want to properly prepare her and give her some experience leading up to it.

Minsung would come back to show her all the new toys they bought for her resulting in her fawning over them immediately. She’s intrigued by everything - the plugs, the beads, and what not. So with some preparation, Minsung suggests that they could probably start soon but take into consideration of everyone’s moods on when to do it.

Jisung, being the horny bastard that he is, is keen whenever and wherever. Minho doesn’t get as horny as him, but when someone else is in the mood, he never misses an opportunity to lay it down in bed with his two lovers. Reader on the other hand, ever since she’s started having sex, all she wants is cock. That’s all.

That’s her not so hidden agenda.

So when the right time arrives, Minsung pulls out the training kit first that contains the smallest dildo out of the lot of toys they purchased. Beforehand, they make sure she is well aroused. Jisung lets her suck him off, but only for a little bit because they want to make it about her since again, this is her first time with anything anal-toy related which isn’t to be confused with the experience of having anal sex with a real person. She would get around to that eventually.

She allows Minho to go down on her, edging her until she’s leaking and wet but doesn’t actually let her cum. His theory is that they need to work her up enough without making her orgasm. To fluster her. Once she’s prepped for the small dildo and fully adjusted, only then will he make her cum to distract her from any discomfort she may feel. In the end, his theory proved right.

First they’d get her onto all fours before Jisung would assist in lubing up her hole, circling his fingers around the tight muscle just to stimulate it. He’s so badly tempted to sink his finger in but puts a leash on his irrationality. But as Minho gently rubs her clit with his fingers, Jisung has the task of slowly and carefully inserting the small toy. He lets her know when he’s about to start so that there’s no surprise and begins pushing at snails pace.

It’s a new sensation for her. Uncomfortable at first with a tiny bit of a sting, but that’s what she was expecting anyway. It’s almost similar to her first time having sex with them previously. Both of them constantly check up on her, letting her know that she can stop or rest at any time she wants. But with the help of them giving her proper foreplay, she’s aroused and wants to keep going. Jisung would sink the smallest dildo into her ass and slowly pull back out until it reaches the tip, then he would cautiously push back in. He does this a few times just for her to get used to the feeling.

Minho would be filling her up with praise, telling her how much of a good girl she is, how well she’s taking it, how gorgeous she looks all the while gently swiping her hair out of her face, kissing her on the cheek, and what not. Jisung uses his other hand to smooth delicately over her asscheeks and down her back. They do this until they start getting a different sort of reaction out of her. When they see her expression go from contorted and slightly pained to more relaxed and soft, they know that she’s starting to enjoy it.

Jisung would keep her in that position - face down ass up, still carefully and slowly fucking her with the dildo while Minho picks up a vibrator to use on her clit. Having not cum before, her mind was instantly taken off anything uncomfortable that still lingers and made to focus on cumming. Which she does - effortlessly around the small yet highly effective length as her pussy leaks down the vibrator.

Minsung watches her legs tremble as she cums quietly from the pleasure. They’ve never seen her do that. Usually she’s vocal and always announces that she’s going to orgasm. Not this time. She just does it and they both find it so mesmerising and hot to watch her wet pussy clench around nothing. Minho and Jisung can only imagine what the next few sessions in the future are going to look like which arrive in the few days ahead.

The second time around that they’re in the bedroom, they repeat the process. Only this time with a dildo that’s the next size up in width and length. They follow the same steps; foreplay, fuck, prep, and the main act.

The third time around, they use the beads. While they maybe be slightly smaller in girth, the length is noticeable. It also makes it a decent apparatus to use while one of them is fucking her. They take turns using her pussy and working her up even more with the beads. Minho is the first to bust a hot load inside her, giving Jisung the chance to fuck it right back into her. Just a little bit after she starts to cum, like a split second when she tips over the edge, Jisung pulls his cock out first and slowly draws back the beads whilst she’s orgasming.

They both made a note how how much she screamed and shook from how fucking good it felt despite contracting and cumming around nothing, giving a whole other meaning to what an orgasm should always feel like. She quickly adds it to the list of things they’re all going to retry in the future.

The next step in training her are the butt plugs which also quickly become a favourite, main reason being is that they could incorporate it in public. She dared to use the vibrating one first which was a huge mistake, especially when the app resides on the phone of a trigger happy person like Jisung who kept increasing the intensity and speed about three times every minute. It had her clutching onto Minho, warning him that she was going to cum. Minho had to tell him to slow down otherwise she wasn’t going to make it through the rest of their weekly shop at the supermarket.

It doesn’t take her long to wanting to transition into some form of double penetration, like a warmup or taste test as to what she could expect from being fucked by her two partners simultaneously. Just to practice, they use dildos on her. Not too big, but not entirely small either. After a lot of foreplay and prep, Minho takes one dildo and Jisung takes the other. Each of them using her holes like their personal fuck toys.

As time progresses, she’s finally built up a tolerance to the point where she’s more comfortable with anal. Minho’s even caught her trying to finger both her holes at the same time which gave him a bit more of an indication to suggest that she was ready. Although it would still take some getting used to their actual cocks and nothing artificial, she knows what to expect even more.

When the day finally came, Minsung set it out similar to how they did when they first took her virginity. Slow, steady, and again - a lot of foreplay and prepping her. Jisung makes her sit on his face until she’s cumming and dripping down the sides of his cheeks. They needed to give her at least one orgasm to relax her muscles and open her up a bit. Minho would then have the pleasure of prepping and stretching her out for one of them to fuck her, which ends up being himself since Jisung fucked her first last time.

They get her into a position where Jisung is lying back so that she can sit and sink down on his cock before leaning forward over him a bit, presenting her ass for Minho. With a bit more lube for added glide, he presses his tip against her hole. He lets her know when he’ll start pushing before he slowly inserts his dick. Reader would whimper at some of the sting that Minho’s cock brings with it, a reminder to her that he is far from small but wouldn’t have it any other way.

Below her, Jisung would be playing and sucking on her tits as a distraction. The odd sensation of the pain and pleasure would make her dizzy and inevitably make her want more of it.

Minho would still push himself in, getting halfway up his length before he notices that she’s trying to fuck back onto his cock. But he’d still her by the hip with his hand and tell her that as much as she wants to be filled out by him, she needs to take it slow. She’d accompany a response to that with a long whine and sob before burying her face into Jisung’s neck.

They’d also repeatedly instil confidence and praise in her. She needs to know how hot her body looks with two cocks inside it, how they can’t resist fucking her senseless like this - something they have to refrain from doing until she’s fully used to it at some point in time. For now, they go slow.

The pair of them end up burying their cocks to the hilt, garnering as much pleasure as she is when they start thrusting. Despite the fact that it’d be slow and not as brutal as they can be, they make her cum faster than they’ve ever done since she’s started having sex. Not once do they pull out to give her a rest because they want to fuck her through all of her orgasms that they give her and until they themselves start to give out. They want to see both of their loads drip out of her when they’re done.

Her first experience with double penetration has changed the trajectory of their sex lives. Words can’t even come close to how animalistic and ruthless it is once they’ve fully broken their babygirl in. She becomes nothing but two holes for them to use as they please, a personal cum dump for whenever they feel the need to fuck something.

But again, it’s their fault for corrupting her that way. They wouldn’t have suspected that their cocks could turn her from their innocent, unassuming, sweet and kind doll who had never been touched the way they touch her - to a cum hungry slut that needs to be filled up at least once a day to be satisfied.

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: nct dream and long distance relationships

a/n: a fun 1 year anniversary of cinnajun special :-) also a celebration of broken melodies

wc | 2.6k

from worst to best at handling it

jaemin

i thought about this for a while, and i don't think jaemin would want to be in a long distance relationship at all

he strikes me as someone who really cherishes time spent with his partner, so having to be far away from them would be really hard

he’s also super aware of what he needs in a relationship and he knows that. so, if jaemin is the one going away, he’s going to break up with you

but if it’s you going away, he won’t force it unless he thinks it’s required/needed

if you end up in an ldr with him it means you’re probably not going to be gone for long, maybe a month or so, or you’re some kind of pillar in his life that he can’t afford to lose

being in a ldr with jaemin means he REALLY loves you, so congrats!!! but it’s also probably going to be agonizing

you probably spend most of your free time on the phone with him, and he’s forced you to fill out your weekly schedule on a google calendar so that he can see what you’re doing in his time zone

if you don’t put in the same energy he’s putting in, he will probably break up with you, and he makes that very clear with you before you leave

this is probably the hardest time of jaemin’s life because missing you all the time is something he really hates, and it’s hard for him to sort out those feelings knowing you’re likely off doing something super meaningful

the only thing that holds him together is the fact that he knows you miss him just as much (at least you say it every single time you talk to him)

he’s also probably going to visit you at least once, no matter where you are, if you’re gone for more than a couple of months

and he’s going to regret it right after because of how hard it’ll be to leave again

he just wants you back where he can shower you with love and make sure you’re happy and safe

it’ll be the trickiest part of your relationship with him, but if you can make it through mostly unscathed, it will strengthen your relationship more than you could ever imagine

chenle

similar to jaemin, chenle also wouldn’t want to be in a long distance relationship if given the option not to be

the only reason i’m putting him above jaemin is because he moved away from his family and his home, so he knows how to healthily communicate with the people he loves and continue relationships with them even if they aren’t constantly around him

but i think chenle values coexistence with his partner and would vastly prefer sitting in the same room as you silently rather than sitting on facetime with you silently

it’s really hard for him when you leave and he finds it hard to talk to you when he knows you’re so far away

but if you’re willing to try, so is he

chenle doesn’t need to be on the phone with you every time you’re both free and he doesn’t need to constantly know your schedule but he’d appreciate it i think

i also think chenle would trust his partner pretty unconditionally so he just wants you to update him frequently, even if you’re not doing anything too interesting

just hearing about your day, what shop you discovered or what cafe you went to, is enough for him to get through without feeling too depressed or sad

and hearing you say that you love him at every moment you possibly can

he’s too much of a loser to admit how much he misses you, but you can tell pretty easily lol

you’ll be on the phone and you won’t have spoken in a while and he’ll suddenly go “daegal really misses you” and you’re like “but you don’t?? okay i see how it is”

but chenle doesn’t want to admit he misses you because that means he’s letting the distance between you two get to him :(

chenle knows what it’s like to pursue your dreams away from home and he wants to support you as unconditionally as possible

so don’t worry about him, because he’s fine and he’s comfortable

but he’s going to worry about you 24/7

double standards 🙄

mark

if mark wasn’t who he was he’d be much more okay with it

but he’s a busy guy and it was already hard enough seeing you with his neverending mess of schedules and practices

and of course, for whatever reason you’re going away, he wants to support you really unconditionally so that you don’t feel like staying behind for him you know

but when you tell him you’re going away, he seriously considers breaking it off then and there

it’s less of an “i need to be near you” and more of an “i feel like i’m not going to give you the energy you’re giving me”

but after talking with his members he decides that he’ll give it a shot

tbh being in an ldr with mark might be harder for you than it is for mark you know

he texts you often but can’t call all the time, and your texts often aren’t replied to for hours (as for his too)

so mark comes up with the idea of sending each other care packages back and forth

surprisingly, this works really well

you still text and call as much as you can, but it receiving his poorly put together packages helps out with the yearning more than you can imagine

he’ll send flash drives with recordings of his studio sessions, polaroids of him and the boys, goodies he finds when he’s out and about, really anything you could think of

sometimes he even sends you receipts from when he eats out or gets groceries lol

all of them come with pages upon pages of “diary entries” where mark spells out his days for you, and he sends you his monthly schedule printed out and written in your time zone so you know when he’ll be out of commission and when you’ll be able to talk more (which is rare)

you do your best to match his energy and even buy a polaroid camera so he can see what you see, too

without these packages, you and mark probably would’ve broken up

but he would’ve done anything to keep you in his life, even if you were in space

mark lee i love u

haechan

haechan is pretty much in the same boat as mark except he’s way better at pestering you

i think he’s more online than mark is generally, so when you shared that you were going away for a while, i don’t think he was too panicked about it

the reason he’s not higher is because i think he’d worry about you a lot

like to the point where it started to impact his day to day life

he just doesn’t like being so far away from you because how is he going to save you if something happens??

he’d never consider breaking up with you unless he felt like you were moving away from him, but you’d have to understand that the distance between you is really impacting him

so you’d make little rules for each other so that you’d feel more comfortable with being so far from one another

like you have to call him when you’re taking an uber, and he has to call you every time he’s in a hotel

i also think you’d send each other letters a lot

they wouldn’t be full on care packages like with mark, but they’re just cute little tidbits of your lives on separate sides of the world

haechan would spray perfume on his letters (what a loser)

he’d also put on obnoxious red lipstick so he could kiss the paper (seriously a loser)

on a special day, like a birthday or holiday, you both get a small cake and celebrate together at a time that works for both of you (usually it’s close to midnight for the birthday person)

and you call a lot like it’s really obnoxious

and he texts you every waking moment of the day with even the most minuscule bits of information

“i just saw a gnat on the wall” like ok?? congrats i guess

and the best part is that the dynamic of your relationship barely changes, so you know you’ll come home and absolutely nothing will be different

so, for now, you’ll let him sing you to sleep over the phone and you’ll let him send you cheesy letters that make you cringe <3

renjun

renjun is kind of the opposite of chenle in a way

he obviously values the time you spend together, but he also knows that he did the same thing so he’s not allowed to be picky lol

renjun is the first of the boys who doesn’t consider breaking up even once, i think

i mean with the number of people who would drop dead for him, he’d like to believe that you, among everyone else, would be the worst off without him you know

and he’d be the worst off without you of course

long distance with renjun is actually kind of fun for the both of you

especially if you’ve been in a relationship for a really long time, i think you’d both find it exciting that you get to explore a world renjun hasn’t gotten to experience yet

so he kinda vicariously lives through you LOL

you often find yourselves facetiming when you’re walking throughout whatever city you ended up in, and you’ll show him fun things you find or tell him about the cafes you like as you walk past

renjun will also probably try to visit you as often as possible

whether or not it’s during breaks or making the group take a detour when they’re touring, renjun WILL be seeing you!!!

and he’s also the only boy who won’t get all sad and loserish when he has to leave again

he’s worried of course but like not in the way haechan is

if something is wrong he WILL be able to tell and so far you haven’t given the impression

nor have you ended up in the hospital

so as long as you’re functioning, he’s happy!

the reason he’s not the best at handling it though is because i think renjun would be an awful texter

he tries to get better at it when you leave and even pins your conversations but he lives on do not disturb and often forgets to reply

renjun is absolutely the type of guy to have like 200 unread messages

but he tries his hardest to change the habit for you!!

he even turned on read receipts for you so you could bully him when he ghosts you accidentally </3 he doesn’t have them on for anyone </3

so, to sum it up, being far from renjun isn’t terrible and can actually be fun for the both of you at times, but you still miss him a lot and can’t wait to go home

jeno

chronically online dreamie no. 1

at first jeno is really not on board i think, but he realizes that you’re both good at communicating when he’s off on tour and stuff so he gets over it quick

essentially nothing changes when you leave

the biggest thing though is that he misses you and uses that to his advantage, i think

while the other boys will stew in their sadness about your leaving jeno takes it as an opportunity to get like 30% worse LOL

as a result, most of the things he does that might be strange is just him saying that he misses you

jeno is like haechan in that he is annoying you at every waking moment of the day

in fact i think he’d be worse than haechan … like he is constantly blowing up your phone

if what you’re doing is for work, he’s definitely interrupted meetings before by calling you even though you told him not to

and then you call him back and scold him (while you hide in the bathroom during your lunch break)

if you’re in a country that has a similar time zone, you’re definitely the sleep-on-the-phone type of ldr couple

if not, you’re the on-the-phone-for-as-long-as-physically-possible couple

like once you took a day off on his day off and literally spent 25 hours on facetime … it was that bad

jeno literally slept for 10 of those 25 hours and you barely spoke to one another, too

i can also see you picking up gaming so you can spend more quasi-time with one another

your shared stardew valley world is really cute and pretty </3 except for the fact that he married one of the npcs instead of you with the excuse that “he’s not ready for real marriage”

jeno will also buy your essentials for you ?? it’s weird

you mention that you’re getting low on shampoo and a couple of days later an amazon box is sitting outside your door with a huge thing of your shampoo in it

he’ll also just send random items without telling you

like he sent a bottle of seasoned salt once with a gift note that read “this is good on avocado toast” and you were like ?? sure i guess

conclusion: long distance with jeno is a little strange but fairly easy

jisung

chronically online dreamie no. 2

the reason jisung is the best at handling rather than jeno is because he’s younger and therefore way more attached to you than say jaemin is

like if he were to break up with you he’s convinced the world will end and the rapture will happen

jisung is a little manic about it when you first leave and you can tell

he texts you “i love you” at 6 specific times throughout the day (times he knows you’ll be awake) and also sends like notes app recaps of literally every single thing he did that day

and you do it too because if you don’t it'll make him sad

but after a while, he calms down and things are actually really nice between you two

no matter your time zone, one of jisung’s favorite activities is to call you at a meal time so you can cook together

(cook together = jisung cuts a carrot for jaemin while you actually make a meal, or he is taking an astronomically long time to put his instant ramen together)

just in general, he’s good at long distance communication

he’s good at texting in the way that he never bombards you and never distracts you during the times you need to be focused on whatever you’re doing

he set a time with you every day to call, and, if he can’t he lets you know well in advance so you don’t feel disappointed later on

you have phone dates, you watch movies together on those like joint streaming apps (netflix party or something??), and you call each other while you do little tasks together

like you’ll mop your respective floors together or you’ll do your respective dishes with your phones propped up to show you doing it

he also doesn’t need to know what you’re doing at all times (and the same for you) because he knows you’re probably just doing what you usually did back home

it’s almost like he was built for an ldr idk

but he does what jeno does and just mails you random shit that you don’t have any use for </3 like jisung who needs a heart shaped sponge!!!

but it’s okay because he’s cute …

overall, when you get back, nothing will be different, which is the ultimate goal!! congrats on your successful ldr!!

thank you for reading!

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XV

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Hotter than Hell

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: mutual masturbation, pretending to be into your BFF to tease your men…so queerbaiting I guess? Sending dirty pictures, unintentional orgasm denial, etc.

Three days pass in radio silence and it’s killing you. Sunny does her best to keep you distracted but she works 12-hour shifts with virtually no phone access.

10 PM on Thursday, you finally get a text.

Bradley: Hey, sweetheart. Sorry to text instead of call, but I’m sharing a room with Bobby and it’s lights out, so we’re both stuck in here. How’re you?

You laugh, knowing what he’s hinting…Please don’t turn me on right now.

Rowan: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll send you my dirty pictures next time. I’m good, just missing you. How are you?

Bradley: Can’t fucking wait. I haven’t gotten off since we left. They’ve been running us ragged. I’m so tired. Bob doesn’t cuddle like you. He’s all ‘Get off me…’ Why are you hard?’

Rowan: LOL, why do I feel like you’re not kidding though?

Bradley: …

Bradley: Kidding. Seriously, Sunny would kill me if I touched Bob (and didn’t let her watch).

Rowan: Wow…same though.

Bradley: Oh yeah?

Rowan: Definitely. I’d be ticked if I missed you getting dicked down by Bob. 😏

Bradley: No, it’d be the other way around. I’d be doing the dicking-downing or whatever.

Rowan: Not a chance. 😂

Bradley: Wow.

Bradley: Damn it, times up. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before we talk again. Love you, see you soon.

Rowan: I love you too, get some sleep.😘

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Even though Bradley keeps a tidy home, you spend Saturday doing a deep clean. You find some photo albums in the attic when you bring a box of your things up, not sure yet if you want to donate it yet or not.

Tears fill your eyes as you flip through the photos. There’s one of Carole holding teeny-tiny Bradley in the hospital, tired but glowing. The next one has the tears spilling over—Nick’s holding him, terrified but excited. You laugh at the one of Bradley on his first birthday, frosting all over his face and curly hair, grinning at the camera.

Your smile falls a few pages later when you see Bradley alone in front of his dad’s coffin, saluting. You turn the page, a wave of nausea hitting you imaging your own child in the same position. The next photo is at least a year or two later and you swallow your sob, knowing Carole was probably so devastated and overwhelmed trying to take care of herself and Bradley that capturing memories with pictures wasn’t even a thought in her mind.

You decide that’s enough for now and put everything back where it was and head back downstairs to finish cleaning.

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Sunny picks you up on Sunday for brunch and wedding discussions. She and Bob picked a date next fall back in Minnesota when the leaves should be at their peak color.

Sunny snorts as you show her your conversation from the other night with Bradley about her and Bob. “Agreed. Bradley would definitely be the one bottoming.”

After eating and a few drinks, you both decide to shop off your slight buzz (in truth, neither of you wants to go back to an empty house).

“Ooo, let’s stop here, I want to pick something pretty up for under my bridesmaid dress for Jake and Nat’s wedding,” Sunny says, opening the door to a fancy lingerie boutique.

You laugh, but follow her in. Never should’ve let Sunny have that second tequila sunrise.

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Maybe shopping wasn’t a good idea, you think as Sunny tosses items at you to try on.

There are only two fitting rooms and one is occupied so you share the vacant one as it’s roomy enough for two, and the girl at the counter barely looked up from her phone when you walked in.

It’s pretty in the dressing room; walls painted a dark burgundy, accented with a baroque chair and flattering lighting.

“You know what would be fun? To send the boys some sexy pictures of us together in here. I’ll put this little robe on for the ones we sent to Bradley and you can for the ones I send to Bob…?” Sunny asks in a whisper, checking her reflection in the mirror.

Apparently, tequila does more to Sunny than make her clothes fall off. But…it’s not a bad idea. Bradley would lose his mind.

“I like the way you think” you whisper back with a wink.

Sunny wears white, while you’re in black

You take a few photos of her alone; your favorite is her kneeling, eyes closed and your manicured thumb is pressing on her bottom lip. She then does the same for you.

“Go bend over that chair, arch your back, look over your shoulder at me….yeah like that, bite your lip now. Perfect! Bradley is going to die. Look at that butt!” She whispers excitedly, showing you what she snapped.

Next, you set your phone on the shelf and hit the timer for the ones of you together.

You put on your robe and then start behind her, one hand on her lower stomach, the other skimming her cleavage, eyes half-lidded on each other. You step around to her side, hands still on her body as you press your lips to her neck. A few more positions and then you switch; you drop your robe as she dons hers.

You start off the same way, her hands skimming over your body, she takes it a hair further and puts her fingertips in the tops of the lacy underwear, “Hey, buy my dinner first.” She snorts, causing you to laugh.

You take a few more, lips almost brushing in a near kiss before turning to her side and rotating you around, so your ass is to the camera. You bite your lip to not laugh as she squeezes a handful of your ass. “I’m straight but your ass is making me question things.” She whispers before delivering a hard open hand smack to your cheek.

“Jesus, Sun,” you whisper, trying not to laugh too loud, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

“Nah we’re fine. Wait, don’t move. I’m gonna take a picture of my handprint.”

You can’t help but laugh, and let her, knowing Bradley will like it.

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You both end up buying what you had on for your impromptu photo shoot and a few things more. The girl at the counter didn’t comment on the fact that you were both in the same fitting room for 45 minutes; you weren’t sure she even noticed.

You two sit in the car and go through the pics, giggling as you send them to her.

“I’m not sure I should even send these…” Sunny laughs as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“What?! Why not? It was your idea!”

“I’m kidding. I’m so sending them. I may regret it though when I can’t walk the day after Bob gets home.”

You laugh. “Same.”

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Later, you smile as you hit send, hoping you don’t have to wait too long before you can talk again.

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“Your 2 hours start now!” Cyclone yells.

Bradley heads to the common room, giving Bob privacy in their bunk room for the first hour. His phone is vibrating nonstop, incoming messages all coming in at once as it powers on.

Sitting on a chair, he pulls out his phone and scans the room—nearly empty save for a few others scattered around.

Rowan: Dirty pictures as requested, featuring a special guest.

What the…oh my fucking God, Rowan, he thinks as he clicks on the first picture of you, his cock hardening in an instant.

He slowly flips through them, looking you over in pretty lingerie, nearly swallowing his tongue as he sees one of you bent over the chair, looking at him so innocently over your shoulder, worrying your lip between your teeth.

He discreetly adjusts (palms) himself as he finds the first one with your “special guest”.

It’s his oldest friend clad in a silky robe. Sunny’s a beautiful woman, but he’s never been attracted to her.

There is definitely something attractive about the way she’s touching you though, skimming her fingers over your breasts. Holy shit, her fingers are almost in your panties.

He groans at the next one but covers it (poorly) with a cough. Sunny’s got a handful of your perfect ass. You’re looking at each other’s lips like you’re about to kiss.

His cock twitches and precum leaks as he swipes to the final one. A close-up of Sunny Girl’s handprint on your butt, the red a stark contrast to the pale skin.

40 minutes later he realizes he could’ve been talking to you this whole time.

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You reach for your phone as a text comes through.

Bradley: Your pictures had me so distracted I forgot I could text you for the last 40 minutes.

You laugh as you type a response.

Rowan: Sorry?

Bradley: Don’t be. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, hot, woman I’ve ever seen.

Bradley: Sorry, that wasn’t even remotely smooth, lol. I don’t even know what to say. All the blood from my head is in my dick, which is gonna fall off soon if I don’t get to jerk off.

Rowan: Lol, thank you. You’re always smooth. 😉Wait, you still haven’t been able to? It’s been almost a week.

Bradley: No. Shared bunk rooms, shared showers, shared fucking everything. There’s always someone around. We have phones until 9 so Bob’s in there now, we’re gonna switch at 8.

Rowan: 11 minutes and you’ll be able to. I’ll even let you watch me.

Bradley: I can’t fucking wait. Is the vibrator charged? I want to see you use it.

Rowan: Yep, charged it after I used it last night.

Bradley: Oh, don’t even say that. I’m gonna end up jizzing in my pants.

Rowan: Again? 😬

Bradley: Ha. Ha. So fucking funny. 🙄

Rowan: I thought so. ☺️

Bradley: I’m heading back, I’ll call you in a few.

Rowan: Can’t wait.

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A red-faced Bob is coming out just as Bradley approaches the door.

“Sunny send you pictures too I take it?” Bradley asks.

“Yeah. Never thought I’d be okay seeing someone else touch her but…Jesus Christ,” Bob says, running his fingers through his hair. Bradley’s never seen him flustered like this.

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Bradley says, slapping him on the shoulder as he walks into their room, locking the door behind him.

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You answer on the first ring, grinning when you see his handsome face and bare chest.

“Poor Bob looked like he was put through the wringer” is the first thing Bradley says, smiling when he sees you.

“Hey, it was Sunny’s idea…after we had tequila sunrises with brunch” you laugh, “I wore a robe for the ones she sent to him, just like one she wore” you assure him.

“Eh, I wasn’t worried. We share everything else nowadays.” He jokes, winking at you.

“Oh yeah, Sunny and I talked about it and she agrees, by the way. You’d definitely bottom if you two were to get together.”

He scoffs, offended. “Whatever.”

“Sorry babe, you just give off that submissive vibe” you tease.

“I’ll show you submissive.” He says, changing his tune, “Get naked. Now.”

“Yes sir,” you reply sarcastically but oblige.

You set your phone on the nightstand and strip quickly before flipping back on the bed.

“Good girl,” he says lowly, and a shiver crawls up your spine. “Now tease those pretty nipples for me. Yeah, like that. Pinch ‘em too…good.” He tells you, his voice rough. You can hear he’s starting to touch himself too.

“I wanna see all of you, baby, please?” You ask, still playing with your nipples.

“Yeah, hang on,” he says, setting this phone above him so you can see more of his stomach and his hand stroking his erection.

You sigh as you watch him. Out of all the things you’ve done together, this is the first time you’ve watched each other masturbate.

“Your body is incredible Bradley,” you say, fingers now circling your clit. You pick up the vibrator from the nightstand, turn it on, and replace your fingers with it. “God, just look at you.”

He groans, hating and loving your words. He’s so worked up from not cumming in a week, especially after getting off at least twice daily in the 10 days before deploying.

“Row, fuck, I’m sorry but I’m close already. I want you to get there first. Can you do that?” He pants, cheeks ruddy as he fists himself.

“Yeah, I’ll try,” you say, pushing two fingers in and pushing the vibrator setting higher. “I can’t wait to have you inside me,” you whine, curling your fingers and finding your G-spot.

“I’m almost there-almost…I-I…” you can’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hits you, whimpering as you do. It feels so good but it’s not the same without him here.

You notice he’s quiet you catch your breath, not yet able to open your eyes. “Bradley, did you cum?”

No response. You open your eyes and your phone is black. You pick it up and turn the screen on.

The call was disconnected.

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“Row? Can you hear me?” Bradley pants, so so so close as the screen going black.

“Are you still there? Fuck!” He growls, picking up his phone to call you back. But it’s no use. ‘No service’ is all that comes up when he tries.

He hears frustrated voices in the hall, so he’s not the only one affected. He looks down at his throbbing erection and sighs before pulling his pants back on, hoping to find out what’s going on so he can call you back.

Bob is about to knock as he opens the door.

“Something was detected on sonar, so they cut the phones early. I got a text out to Sun before mine went, I’m sure she’ll let Row know.”

“Thanks, man”, he says flopping back on his bunk, reciting the flight manual in his head to get his cock back under control.

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A/N: I hope the queerbaiting doesn’t offend anyone—if you read Sunny’s story, you’ll see that she (like Rowan) gets off on teasing her man and loves turning him on at inappropriate times (can you tell I like it too?) I am pro-LGBTQI.

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WIP Wednesday Prologue Challenge

(I should probably actually do the challenge for my own event lol)

So many WIPs!

1) Not Broken At All

Killian gives a short, humourless laugh, head hanging slightly as he works a dampened cloth over the bloodied skin of his neck. “Believe me, Swan, it’s very easy to do nothing.”

2) His

She already hates the idea of this shop being sold and taken over by someone else or turned into a saloon or a tack shop or something else less wonderful and beautiful than the dimly lit, clustered little book store. 

3) Honey don’t feed it (It will come back)

"I don’t think anyone knows enough about you to warn me off… or warn me on.” 

“That’s not a thing.”

“Sure it is.” She pulls the empty stopper away. “Sorry, Chewie, that’s all of it.” 

Oh, hell, she’s bloody named it.

4) A Swan by Any Other Name (AKA Bi!Killian fic)

The quartermaster rolled his eyes. “Aye, Captain. Just remember, killing one on the first day invokes fear; killing two invokes mutiny.” 

5) Madly (a Cyrano de Bergerac AU)

“And what do you feel?”

“I feel… I feel the way I did the first time I saw the sea.”

“Go on.”

“It was terrifying”

“I terrify you?”

“Aye. frighteningly powerful, awe inspiring and strong willed, I knew that she could destroy me without even intending to. And I knew that I would never again want to be apart from her.”

“And now?”

“I’m reminded of the first time I fell in.”

6) Untitled silver Killian won’t date Emma fic

“Oi! What the hell was that for?” Will gasps, cradling his arm protectively to his side. Emma slaps it again. “Ow!”

“Are you kidding me?” Smack. “After six months -” smack. “I finally get him to ask me out -” smack. “I finally get him home. And you do this.” She lands three slaps in a row to his shoulder.

“Stop hitting me!” 

“No -” smack. “Do you have any idea how much goddamn furniture I bought? For nothing!”

“Ow!”

7 & 8)How did it end up like this? (It Was Only a Kiss sequel) and Pining fic (an earlier version of only a kiss)

No words yet - just vibes.

9) Optometrist fic (I don’t think I’ll continue this one tbh)

“Fine,” she sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth the battle. “How long is this going to take?”

10) Pride and Prejudice AU

It was a bright, sunny, and perfectly pleasant afternoon when Cora burst into the room and disrupted it. 

“Have you heard?” She shouted, forcing all three men to jump in their seats and take note of her. Killian set down his book, wondering what could possibly have thrown his stepmother into such a state. His brother rushed to her side, trying to urge her to sit as she panted in excitement as though she’d run all the way home from the market. Their father barely looked up from his cards. “Misthaven Castle is let at last!” 

11) Remember the Night AU (I forgot about this one)

“Listen, if don’t come with me then I won’t go to Boston. I can’t let you stay in this city with nowhere to go. It’s my fault you’re in this mess and I feel a certain responsibility for you.”

“You didn’t make me steal the watch,” she deadpans. 

He tries again. “If you don’t come then you’re going to make me miss Christmas with my family. Can you live with that?”

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Honestly a lower number than I was dreading!

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youve probably had this ask before, but do you have any tips or resources on drawing gore without having to look at the actual thing as reference? im good with horror movies and all, but the idea of real shit makes me wanna throw uuup

yes yes and yes absolutely. there’s zero reason to look at the real deal, & frankly im thankful every day genZ has rejected it as hard as they have, cus i know i went on & on about it in ROTTEN but a lot of us millennials on the internet really suffered when gore was commonplace.

THE BIODIGITAL HUMAN: biodigital.com is a phenomenal free 3D medical-grade anatomy resource that will teach you what every solitary fiber of the body is called + where it goes! gore & horror art can be done any way you please, but if you’re looking to make more realism-based work, referencing anatomy & knowing your stuff is key. think of it like drawing a salad having never eaten a salad vs. drawing a salad where you know all the ingredients

GROCERY STORES: next time you’re shopping for groceries, it helps to pay special attention to the meat section! we’re all made of meat after all, so anatomy will teach you where everything goes, and grocery meat will teach you the behaviors of tissue - for instance muscles are soft and fibrous, the fat cell layer is here and behaves as such, skin is around this thick & so on. you won’t find particularly fatty cuts at the grocery store admittedly, so you’ll be missing the key fat cell layer, but that’s where anatomical ref comes in. adding the fat cell layer (yellows and oranges) steps up your work tremendously towards realism! also for any offal on sale (liver tripe etc) this is a great chance to look at organs & take note of their texture & how you would draw such an object

SHOWERS & MIRRORS: the best body ref you’ll ever have is your own self! really poke around and see where your bony landmarks are, where fat sits, & how skin bunches, stretches, & molds. the best thing ever to do too is to set your phone to a timer & then contort into a hideous pose on your floor & then try to draw it lol. self observation like this will help you figure out where the weight of the body moves towards, even if you don’t have much weight on you it’ll still move and behave with certain properties that are super helpful to study

ANY TIME YOU GET HURT BY ACCIDENT: next time you skin your knee or god forbid require sutures is also a fine opportunity for learning! blood is also a tissue & behaves with certain properties - its viscosity, how opaque it is, clotting factors, & so on. blood won’t always be a totally red Mass, it’s got texture & shade to it as well as different hues. don’t forget your browns! color is a big one too - a little orange in the yellow for the fat cell layer, a little purple in the red for muscle fibers, & so on

SURGERY FOOTAGE: the ONE actual life reference i can recommend, and this is only if you know yourself to be of a fair constitution, is youtube footage of surgical procedures such as knee replacements, ectopic pregnancies, top surgery, gastric bypass, small bowel obstruction, etc. clean sterile environments, significant education, & MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL: the knowledge that the patient walked away happy, healthy, & with a new lease on life. this will teach you countless things about anatomy, body structure, tissue behavior & color, you name it!

the most important thing to remember with the body is that anatomy will show you Where it is, meat will show you How it is, but remember that organs & tissues behave different than the models show, as they’re all in one place just for ease of visibility and education. the body is soft & it’s got all sorts of soft stuff in it that wiggles around & shines & makes weird farting noises LOL. think of the body like a cake, & horror art like a cake you dropped on the ground where every layer of it is going to behave differently!

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BUBBLES!!! Hiiii 🥰 how are you doing on this fine Wednesday? I personally should be working and studying and all but I’ve decided to take a moment and write that headcanon I told you about instead because procrastination is my middle name 🤪🤪

It probably won’t be long but i NEED to share so yeah, here you go!! Mr. Joel babygirl Miller and the chain ✨✨

Pre-outbreak!Joel

It’s important to start by saying that Joel is 100% a giver, he doesn’t hesitate buying his daughter/you whatever you need, want, settle your eyes on. He truly lives for the people he loves and he would absolutely stay with nothing if it means having you and Sarah happy and content. That being said, you try to push him, get him to buy that new pair of boots he’s been eyeing for a while, buy some new shirts because yeah the ones he owns are okay but they’re slightly getting washed out. And it’s not because he’s a cheap man, quite the opposite! Sarah wants a new pair of shoes and he doesn’t hesitate buying it even if it’s a little expensive and she tells him it’s not necessary.

I think it comes from him being a single father relying on one income that, granted, is pretty good but he isn’t rolling around in money, you know? So most of his money would go to house related things, Sarah (especially when she was a baby because yeah, babies are expensive), school, sometimes trying to do fun stuff with his daughter like going a few days away on holidays, sending her to summer camp when he has to work, etc…

But now, you have two incomes, sarah isn’t a baby anymore, Joel’s company is going veryyyyy well so it’s not the same anymore.

Anyways!! His birthday is coming up and you decide to completely ignore his “i don’t want anything, i have my girls….and tommy” little speech like usual. But on top of that, you saw a golden chain at the jewelry shop the other day and you think it’d be a nice gift. So you buy the chain and have the pendant engraved with your initials (so J, S and whatever your initial is)

He probably doesn’t know what to say when you give it to him, he isn’t really used to being the one at the end of the “receiving” line and I mean, we all saw how he reacted when Sarah got his watch fixed. It would be quite similar, he’d be too touched and emotional to make a big speech (and Joel isn’t really one for big speeches anyway) but he’d clearly appreciate the gesture. He’d probably just hug you really tight, kiss your forehead and say thank you. His reaction would seem simple and anyone who doesn’t know him might think it’s because he doesn’t like the gift but you know it’s the complete opposite.

Since that day, he wears that chain everywhere. He never takes it off unless he’s showering. He keeps it well hidden under his shirt when he’s working but when he isn’t and the weather is nice enough, he’ll be ndaring enough to put a nice button up shirt and leave it open a little so the chain can be seen by everyone. Because yes, he wears it proudly, he wants to show the whole world that he’s yours as much as he enjoys showing you off. And I feel like it’d become a habit of his to just play with it whenever he starts missing you or when he’s nervous or lost in his thoughts.

Post-outbreak!Joel

Not much changes except the fact that finding a chain would be even more special. You’d find it in an old mall not too far from Jackson and you can’t resist, you bring it back. You go to the person who can engrave (I’m sorry i cannot remember the name lol) the necklace and have not only yours (so you and Joel) initials engraved but you also ask to add a little E and a S. 

I feel like the more your relationship goes with Joel, the more he feels the need to talk about Sarah. I’m not saying he’ll be talking about her all day long but he’s bottled up everything for over 20 years and now he feels safe and happier which makes him more open to sharing. We saw it in that last scene with Ellie when they’re walking, it would be a bit like that as well. Sometimes, something would remind him of Sarah and he’ll tell you about it. Of course, you welcome it, you appreciate hearing about her and learn to love her through the stories he tells you. So yeah, all that to say that Sarah is part of the family even if she’s not physically present anymore so it’s natural for you to add her initial on the necklace next to yours and Ellie.

His reaction is pretty much the same as pre-outbreak!Joel. He’s definitely very emotional, he has no idea what to say because he’s so touched that you love him so much you’d do all that for him. I feel like although he knows you love him (yes, sometimes he doubts himself and his ability to make you happy but never he never doubts you) sometimes, you do or say something that shows just how much you actually care and it hits him “wow, she really loves me” kinda. I don’t know how to explain it but all these gestures make him really emotional and he feels so incredibly lucky to have you he can’t even speak anymore. And also the fact you thought of Sarah as well???? Life made it impossible for the most important girls in his life to all be with him at the same time but this just reminds him that yes, Sarah is gone but she keeps living through all those memories and the love he has for her and now, also the love you have for her in a way. I think it would help him a lot to finally process his grief and heal somehow that you accept that “old Joel” part of him, that life before the outbreak you didn’t know and that isn’t here anymore but still exists through him.

Okay i wrote something about his reaction but it disappeared so I’m writing it again here and sorry if it appears twice. As I said, his reaction would be pretty much the same, he’d be too choked up to speak so he’d bring you close in a hug and thank you. Then he’d be wearing that chain everywhere. Probably not with an open shirt because he’s definitely more self conscious than he used to be before the outbreak but he’d wear it on top of that undershirt thing he wears under his flannel (me making sense?). Again, he’s wearing it proudly and smiles every time he notices the chain in a mirror or someone makes a comment about it

So yeah, to sum up, gift something to Joel and he’ll cherish it forever and ever and also pedrito with an open shirt and a chain almost killed me but other than that I’m doing okay 👍🏼

Okay that’s all for today little bubble, i love you very very much and I’ll talk to you later <3

-🪷

Catch me in my pre-outbreak!Joel's mood today...

You would be planning Joel's birthday without him knowing obviously. It's just you and Sarah, Tommy is there for the logistics of going to buy stuff or hanging stuff up. And since the weather is getting warmer you decide on a family barbecue. No one else is invited just family because Joel Miller doesn't do big gatherings and Lord forbid all the attention being on him.

So it's a happy Friday. Sarah skips school. Joel has no clue about it too. You had made him ask for a shorter shift even if he had fussed about it for over a week. And you're just at it all day. Making little garlands from paper and fairy lights. Hanging them all over the backyard. And you bake a cake as well, Sarah helps to decorate it. Making hearts and flowers from icing. And it's in no way perfect but Joel doesn't need perfect well in his eyes anything that you and Sarah make is perfect. And you wrap up his presents just as you said spoiling him this year. Finally getting him things that he's been eyeing but pushing aside because he prioritizes getting his girls things. Writing little notes on each one. Like for this because your other shirts are 25 shades lighter from washing than they should be and so on.

When Joel finally gets home he's greeted with a silent house. He quickly checks the time - like mmm shouldn't my girls be back by then? So here's calling out for the two of you. You don't answer but he hears the giggles coming from outside. Shaking his head he makes his way to the patio and that's when he notices - all the candles and decorations. Sarah jumps from under the table. Running to hug her dad as she sings happy birthday to him. Joel just stands there embracing her. It almost feels surreal.

"You're looking at it like you hate it...", Sarah murmurs after a while of silence from her dad. But Joel just shook his head. "I knew you were up to something you sneaky bunch", he says and Sarah frowns, "No, you didn't know. Don't lie. Tell him Mom", she crosses her arms over her chest stepping aside as you also walk closer to him. Reaching to cup his cheeks as you lean closer to kiss him, "Happy Birthday, handsome". Joel's arms are lazily holding onto your hips as he smiles at you, "Have I gone to heaven?", you let out a laugh looking at Sarah, "See he thinks he's dead it's that good".

The rest of the evening is just filled with food, laughter, and music. Tommy had taken so many pictures of everyone and you had only returned the favor. Sarah has her hands over Joel's eyes as you and Tommy get the presents set on the table in front of him. "This is unnecessary. You know I need nothing, already have more than enough", he grumbles but Sarah only shushes him telling him to stay quiet or he won't get any cake.

And he would struggle a lot to take in all the things in front of him. He just doesn't know how to receive. He's a giver *cough cough* no but he finds pleasure in spoiling you. As he had said he gets more happiness from watching you enjoy stuff than buying something for himself.

Sarah is the one who hands him the box with the necklace. It was her idea and she was afraid that her dad would hate it. Been going on and on about it almost in every conversation that you had. So you've been reassuring her. Telling her that Joel has been more open with his style. Trying out different shirts and pater mixing and boy was it hard not to drool thinking about your husband with a golden chain around his neck for very different reasons. You haven't even seen him with it but you were already hit and bothered.

Joel is confused as he takes the box. Shaking it a bit. "Promise me this is the last one", he says looking at you both as you nod. To say that he wasn't expecting this was an understatement. He wasn't big on jewelry. Yes, he wore his wedding ring proudly and let you slip some other rings on him from time to time and that was all. His fingers trace the chain. The letter pendants made his heart swell. All the letters if your first names. He shakes his head.

"Told you he was going to hate it", Sarah bite her lip already fighting her tears, needing her dad to love it. Joel is quick to turn to her frowning, "Who said that I hate it baby girl? It's beautiful. I just... don't know what to say". Sarah slips to his side, to hug him once more. You take the chain from him. Going around to clasp it around his neck and shamelessly undoing one more button of his shirt, "Oh, that looks so good", you say more to yourself while biting your lip. Joel catches your gaze, smirking back at ya, before leaning down to press a kiss to Sarah's head.

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Perennial Pt.21

Faith

10/06/2022

Pairing: Bucky x Florist!Reader          Word Count: 2,420

Warnings: blood, violence, angst, pining, cuteness, language

Featured Flower: None

A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this one out tonight. It’s highly unedited. Sorry. I’m still in a lot of pain. Lots going on in my life right now but I want to focus on this chapter. If you read it, let me know what you think and if you enjoyed it! What did you like about it? Distract me, y’all. xoxo

After a few days of Bucky’s absence, you’re worried.

Finally, at the end of the week, he sends you a text.

Bucky: Miss me?

You: Duh! Where are you?

Bucky: Sorry, kid. Better to keep that under wraps until things are done.

You: Which will be when?

Bucky: I don’t know.

You: Bucky…

Bucky: I know, sugar. Trust me.

You: Why did Steve ask me for my keys?

Bucky: He and Tony are checking out the apartment to make sure it’s safe. They’re gonna install a security system. Top of the line. No one is getting anywhere near you again without me and the entire Avengers team knowing.

You: Wouldn’t it be easier to just have you with me all the time?

Bucky: I wanna come home, kid. I’m sorry I didn’t text sooner. And I probably won’t be texting with any more frequency. If anything, you might hear from me less.

You: I know. I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. You just got back and now you’re gone again.

You: Kinda feels like I saw you more before we started dating. Maybe we should break up and then I can see you more?

Bucky: …

You: A joke, you grump.

Bucky: Jokes are supposed to be funny.

You: And a new couple is supposed to be happy. I’m just trying to bring some levity to an inescapable situation, okay? You know damn well that now that I have you there’s no way I’m letting you go. Do you know how long I watched you from afar? Wishing?

There’s a pause and you think he might be done texting but then your phone dings again.

Bucky: When I get home, I’m gonna make sure you know how much I miss you.

You: Sap. You threatening to dick me down?

Bucky: Pfft, do you have to say it like that?!

You: lol How else should I say it? I want you all the time.

Bucky: Nowhere near as much as I want you.

You: Wanna bet?

Bucky: Once your place is done, you need to make sure you stay there from now on. It’ll be safer than mine.

You: Fine. But I’m taking your pillow. And some shirts.

Bucky: Take them. Whatever you need.

Bucky: Shit, I gotta go.

You: Okay. Bye.

Bucky: Love you, kid.

You: I love you. Be safe.

~~~~~~~~~~

Two Months Later

“Wow, apparently the corruption went all the way into the royal family,” Kamala exclaims in quiet awe as she watches the TV you’d installed in the corner of the coffee shop.

Normally you have it set to some relaxing music that you know your flowers enjoy just as much as your coffee patrons, but as you’re closing, you give Kamala reign over the remote.

“Is this what Bucky has been doing?” She wonders, turning to look over at you as you finish counting the money in the till.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I haven’t heard from him in three weeks. And honestly, he can’t really tell me anything about what he’s doing. Safety and all that shit.”

Kamala shuts the TV off and moves to put the remote in its spot by the register. She’s smirking, her young face full of amusement as she leans against the counter.

“You miss him lots, huh?” She guesses.

You sigh, realizing that the bitterness you’re feeling at his lack of contact is because you truly do miss him more than you ever thought you could. Even when he’d disappeared you hadn’t missed him like this.

Dating him is making things harder.

“So, I guess that means you have no idea when he’ll be home, huh?” She asks, seemingly already knowing the answer from the tone of her voice.

“Nope. Just gotta wait.” It’s the waiting that’s killing you.

Knowing he’s out there somewhere. Knowing that he’s alive and not calling. Not texting.

And he is alive because you won’t let yourself think anything else.

You can hear Kamala talking as you wrap up the profits for the day and slip it into a deposit bag. She follows you as you place it in the safe in your office and make sure it’s locked securely before shutting off the light and getting your bag.

She’s still chirping away about Steve and her trip to the tower as you’re pulling down the metal shutters of your shop. With a sigh, she takes the keys from you and bends down to lock it for you before placing the keys back in your hand.

“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” She asks, not really waiting for an answer because she already knows you weren’t focused.

“I’m sorry,” you shake your head, remorse and worry lacing your slight bitterness from before. “I’m just…I want him home.”

Kamala nods, adjusts her bag, and then reaches out to pat your shoulder.

“I have math homework. Bye, boss.”

You watch her turn on her heel and march–well, almost skip–off into the city. “See ya.”

You stare until she’s a small figure in the distance and just as expected, just as Steve said, you see the glimmer of her power shine for a split second before it zips up into the sky above the tall buildings.

She’s still so young and yet she has that much power. Such a heavy burden for such a young girl. Worse that she doesn’t exactly see her gift like the heavy responsibility that it really is.

You can’t blame her. At her age, you’d have probably been just as excited to stretch your muscles and see what you could do had you been gifted with some type of power.

A strange yearning takes hold in your chest as you turn to head up into your building, wishing that you really had been given powers of some kind. At least then you could be with Bucky when he leaves for this long.

You’re so wrapped up in your missing Bucky that you don’t notice the looming figure resting against the wall beside the elevator doors as you exit on the top floor. Your brain, on some level, notices the shape in your periphery, but you don’t turn until the accented voice calls your name.

You freeze, keys clutched more tightly in your fist and turn to look at the familiar Sokovian.

He looks like shit. His hair is a mess sticking up in several directions and laced with grime and some type of sticky clear substance. His long fur lined coat is frayed and torn, smeared with dirt. His pants are no better. The purple mask clutched in his hand is ripped in several places so that if he were to put it one of his eyes would peek out unobstructed, cheekbone and temple too.

“Where is he?” you gasp, unable to catch your breath as your stomach drops and your chest goes cold.

Zemo swallows, pushes off of the wall and approaches you with surprising calm.

“Come,” he urges you and reaches to take hold of your forearm.

You don’t resist as he pulls you back into the elevator and ride it all the way down to the first floor. He steers you towards the back alley exit, releasing your arm when he’s sure you’ll continue to follow him.

Neither of you speak as your hands grow cold and sweaty. Your neck prickles as dread fills your belly and Zemo continues to stalk through the dark city streets.

It’s probably minutes–though it feels like hours–of walking later when Zemo finally stops in front of a rusted warehouse door, his eyes scanning the area quickly before he ducks inside and you match his urgency and shove into the darkness behind him then round him as he shuts out the dim city lights.

You can hear the dust of the abandoned space shift beneath his heavy boots as he walks around you again and when his hand closes around your forearm again you let him pull you along through the darkness.

Silhouettes of broken crates, old metal lockers, warped metal stairs, and the smell of rust surrounds you. There’s a faint dripping somewhere to your left as you pass an open doorway but inside is more darkness that you only glance at as Zemo leads the way.

The heaviness in the air fills your nostrils, the dustmotes kicked up by your feet tickle your nose and you somehow manage to resist sneezing as Zemo stops again, this time a long vertical silver line shines ahead.

He hesitates then after a moment drags you the rest of the way to the silver line which you realize is light seeping through the crack between two large wooden doors.

He knocks and a shift on the other side blocks out the shine for a second, the outline of a masked figure darkens the space before the doors are pulled open.

“What the hell are you doing?” The aggression in the masked man’s voice makes you bristle but you have no time to be offended by the curl of his lip as he watches Zemo and waits for an explanation.

You’re busy devouring the space behind him, the large expanse and the single metal gurney at the center of the empty warehouse where a dark figure lays too still.

“What I promised,” Zemo says.

You see a shine of dark metal on the gurney and your gasp catches in your throat as your eyes sting painfully. Your feet move on their own, dragging you forward into a run towards the figure but before you can even make it three steps a tight grip takes hold on your upper arm and yanks you back roughly.

“Stop,” the helmeted man growls. “What is this?”

“Let me go,” you demand, no fear in your voice. Only anger at being stopped.

“I haven’t put a bullet between your eyes out of respect for the acquaintance we share. If you do not wish to end up on a missing person’s report, I suggest you release the woman.”

Zemo’s threat is real but still the masked man doesn’t let go.

“Walker…” Zemo warns.

Another two seconds pass and you can feel John Walker’s hand slowly loosen. You pull out of his grip and race to the gurney with watering eyes.

“This is an unnecessary risk,” the U.S. Agent says.

“If that were you laying there, he would not have hesitated to bring your wife.”

John makes some type of noise in the back of his throat but doesn’t say anything again.

Bucky looks like shit too. Just like Zemo, only worse. He’s so pale, his lips almost blue in the dim light that filters in from the long line of horizontal windows along the top of the warehouse walls. As coated in dust as they are, it isn’t much.

“Oh my god, Bucky…” you sob quietly, your heart breaking at the cuts to his beautiful face. His right arm is broken and crudely slung across his chest in what looks like torn up old shirts or sheets.

As you explore his body you notice a long gash along his right thigh, a stab wound just underneath his ribs on the right, and his face is black and blue in the spots that are not pale as a ghost.

You sweep his greasy black locks out of his sweaty, dirty face and bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.

“What happened?” You ask the two men behind you.

“We were moments from victory,” Zemo begins. “The last of the threat was nearly contained when Barnes noticed the trap set for us. He saved us both with the last moments he had before the bomb went off.”

You sob as your hands flutter pointlessly around his handsome, grimy face.

“When the dust settled,” Walker says, sounding bored by his words as he speaks them. “He was just laying there. Didn’t move. Wouldn’t move. We were able to finish the job but Bucky didn’t and hasn’t woken up in a week. It took us forever to get him back here unconscious and under the radar.”

The way Walker talks about the ordeal of getting Bucky home it sounds as if he’s annoyed by the inconvenience. You almost reach for Bucky’s knife at his hip and throw it at him but resist the urge and instead start rifling through your purse.

“I would have taken him to your apartment,” Zemo says softly. “But we thought perhaps moving him again might do more damage. His pulse is very weak and we’re not sure why he isn’t healing. I think something is suppressing his abilities. Normally I would rejoice in the new possibility of nullifying his type of strength but despite our turbulent history, Barnes is not a bad man. I promised to make certain that you two were reunited.”

Zemo sure did keep his word. Your fingers move at lightning speed through your contacts and you press your phone to your ear as it rings frustratingly slow.

“Who are you calling?” Walker asks, sounding irritated.

“Steve,” you tell them.

“Then this is where I leave you,” Zemo says. “I have kept my word. I hope you find a way to save him. Truly.”

When you turn to thank him for at least making sure you two managed to get back together you find he’s already gone.

Strangely, Walker moves towards you and unholsters the pistol at his hip. He removes the safety and then turns it around to offer you the handle.

“You know how to use one of these, right?”

You nod.

“I can’t be here when they get here. If anyone asks…”

“I get it,” you take the gun, fingers tingling at the powerful weight.

Walker gives you a nod, gives Bucky one last glance, then turns and leaves through the same doors that Zemo had brought you in through.

The phone finally stops ringing and Steve’s sleepy voice calls your name, “What’s wrong?”

“Steve,” you sob loudly finally.

“Where are you? What’s happened?” Steve demands, already breathing hard as you’re sure he’s pulling on his clothes and heading out the door.

“Bucky…” you begin. “Help me, Steve.”

“Turn on your bracelet,” he orders. “We’re on our way.”

The line goes dead and you reach with wobbly fingers to pinch the repaired silver button on your bracelet. It warms under your touch, vibrates once very quickly, and you hope that Steve and the others are fast enough to get here before you fall apart completely.

[itsclydebitches]

Nitpick November

Okay, this is an ancient nitpick now and I’m like 95% sure I already ranted wrote about it in a previous year, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why oh why didn’t we learn what Ruby bought at the gift shop?

This is a fantastic, lighthearted moment in an otherwise depressing Volume! It shows off the characters’ personalities in a natural way, helping to distinguish what will quickly become a fairly homogenous group! Ruby is spending her money (Qrow’s money?) buying gifts for her teammates. Weiss thinks it’s all a waste of time (getting annoyed over inconsequential dolt stuff to hide how anxious she is about returning to Atlas). Yang is actually acting like a sister, getting playfully mad that Ruby won’t say what she got her and making a grab for the bag. “You’ll have to wait and see~”

Except Yang - and the audience - never get to find out what Ruby chose for her. It’s like a domestic Chekhov’s gun, but the included element is actually inconsequential. You wanted the story to follow up on a question it posed, one another character expressed enthusiastic interest in? Lol don’t be ridiculous.

The fact that RWBYOQ seem to have lost all their luggage (except the bike) and never comment on that is downright weird to me. Yang rants about gaining a “defenseless old lady,” but not that they presumably lost whatever was in the 9+ bags they were traveling with.

Which, given that they expected to have a nice, leisurely, day long ride into Argus on an otherwise dangerous quest, most likely includes things like dust and weapons supplies. You know, the important stuff a huntress would miss when suddenly stranded in hostile territory.

Give us a bonding moment where Ruby tells Yang what her gift was in an effort to cheer her up. Add tension to their travels by limiting the means with which they have to defend themselves. Hell, give a meh, but technically believable line about how gee golly gosh, we sure are glad everything we were traveling with was up front with JNR. I’m sure they’ll have it all unpacked at whatever safe house we’re heading towards. Oh look, there we go. Here’s your gift, Yang!

As always, the most annoying part is that RWBY’s nitpicks are, often, not actually nitpicks. The show forgot Ruby’s shopping spree in the Argus train station. Okay, big deal. Problem is, the show forgot everything else that happened in the station too.

Like the letter Qrow sent to Ironwood, the one that goes a long way towards explaining his increase in security (among every other justification) and providing the group with a means of entering Atlas if they just show a little patience. It would be real silly for our conflicts to revolve around entering the city + the group’s cliff-hanger shock at Ironwood defending his Kingdom + then seguing into total suspicion of the general when Qrow started the Volume with a letter that boiled down to “Things are awful and if you get this first, oopsies, things likely got worse and you’re on your own.”

Or, a revision:

“Dear James,

Things are really fucking bad right now! Worse even than you’re hearing and definitely worse than is safe to say over mail. So we’re coming to you. Trains are faster than letters, so if you get this first then, uh, something bad probably happened to us? Like, I don’t know, we got stranded in the woods with apathy-inducing grimm. Or something. Just tell your people to be on the lookout for wandering huntsmen because you’re smart enough to realize that getting this letter before we show up is a #BadSign.

You and I, we’ve had a playfully antagonistic, but ultimately respectful relationship over the years, which is why I’m warning you ahead of time. I look forward to resuming our partnership. I definitely don’t plan to become so randomly suspicious of you that I try to live in Atlas as a fugitive, then return your hug, then lie to you for weeks, then trust you again, then decide you need to die for my own stupidity. That would be wild, right?

See you soon!

Love,

Qrow

P.S. I bet Ruby bought you something at the gift shop. She’s a nice kid and would definitely want to thank the guy who gave her beloved sister a state-of-the-art arm, helping to bring her out of the depression that Ruby then had intense guilt over leaving her in to hunt a power-hungry murderer. Something to look forward to!”

[living-d3ad-gh0ul]

Sunday 9th June, 2:36am

Hey E.

I really hope you’re doing okay. It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard from you. I know that you were still recovering and getting better from everything, but please know you’ve not left my mind. I’ve still thought about you all the time, hoping you’re doing well and hoping that things are getting back on track.

I know you said before that sometimes when it’s been a while you worry about what to say or how to reply, but I just want you to know.. it really doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to write to me, I’ll still be here and still be reading. I just don’t want you worrying thinking that because it’s been a while I’m going to be upset or mad or anything, because I won’t. I just really do hope you’re okay, first of all. But I do need to ask you just one thing, and I don’t want to because it kind of scares me and I don’t want it to end up becoming some kind of self-fufilling prophecy, but I need to.. if you ever feel like you can’t keep writing to me or can’t talk to me again, please please at least tell me? Especially if it’s something I’ve said or done that’s made you feel that way. It’s not that I think you would just… disappear but.. idk, I really just worry about that sometimes. I guess I’ve just had a lot of people I care about up and leave without a trace..

I don’t really have much to write about right now, other than a couple things. I’m not sure if they’re exciting or not, I’ll let you be the judge of that lol.

I got another promotion at work. It comes with a proper pay rise this time, which I’m really happy about. It’s coming just in time for my birthday too at the end of this month. It’s a lot more responsibility (I’m a step below manager now… which is really fucking scary kind of) but I think I could really learn a lot, my manager seems to really believe in me too, it’s nice to have a good manager like her. I really like her. And a lot of my workmates are really helpful too when/if I need some help on something.

Gran is recovering well from her surgery, though she’s been back in hospital with a diabetes related issue (we were terrified because she was in a really bad way) and a couple infections, but she seems to be doing okay. Although.. they are kind of scared that her cancer has spread. They’re keeping a close eye on things and monitoring her lots, just to see what’s going on and make sure they catch it quickly if it has. I think she’s a little fed up with it now, but I’m still just trying to do my best to spend time with her and lift her spirits and make her laugh or smile or something, even if it’s just once every time I see her. I feel like I’ve grown closer to her and my aunt too this past year.

That brings me to the next thing I wanted to talk about.. dad’s anniversary is coming up on the 15th. I’ll be honest, I’m so fucking scared of it and I’m dreading it. Because I just know I’m going to be in pieces again, I’ve already had quite a few days where I’ve been really upset because of memories popping up from last year or thinking things like “oh today is the day that x y z happened last year”. It’s so fuckibg tough. And some days I feel like I’m right back there experiencing it all again, but this time there’s a massive hole in my heart because I remember that he’s not here anymore and then I just miss him terribly. My aunt and 2 of my cousins are going to come with me on that day to one of me and my dads favourite places, a little seaside town called Largs that we used to go to a lot. There’s a beach and some arcades and fish and chip shops and all the typical seaside town stuff. It can be really nice there, especially in the summer. There’s also a big biker community there and my dad would go there when he was young too with his friends on his bike. We’re going to scatter some of his ashes there, the remainder going down to be with my stepmum in Glastonbury where we scattered her ashes, but that probably won’t be til later in the year. I still need to figure all that out because it’s a bit of a journey for me. After that, I think we’re gonna go for some lunch. I’m off all this week from work, so I have time to feel my emotions and try and take care of myself and prepare myself for that day. I’m gonna go and get my hair done and have a little self care day on the Friday 14th, the day before, just so I can do a little something for me.

Other than that, it’s just been the same old same old really. Still just plodding along, still just trying to look forward to my trip to Manchester for my tattoos on my birthday, still just looking forward and prepping for my trip to London in July that my best friend is planning for me. I still don’t know a lot of the details about what she has planned, so it’s a little exciting to think of what might be happening. I’d be happy just to go to nice places and eat nice food and drink nice drinks with nice views or whatever. I’m not really fussy, that’s all I really want. Anything else would be an added bonus.

I really do hope you’re okay, and I know I’ve already said that, I feel like I’m just repeating myself but I just wanna make that apparent. You being okay and stuff comes first, above everything else. I really do hope I hear from you soon, idk if it’s weird of me to say but.. I miss you. I think it’s just because my anxiety is so high right now and I’m so on edge at the moment, because of the anniversary and stuff coming up. But I’ve been extra tearful and sentimental and shit. I don’t know if it’s cringey to some or anything, I guess that’s just how I feel.

I’m gonna leave you with some lyrics, as always. I hope that your recovery is going better now and that you’re starting to feel yourself again and if not.. I really will be keeping you in my thoughts, as I always do.

I really look forward to hearing from you soon, E.

N x

“All the bad dreams that you hide, show me yours I’ll show you mine”

[uncloseted]

How do I make friends/relationships as a plus size girl in a small ish college town? I'm 24 and I graduated in december, but I feel like whenever I go anywhere on campus I'm too old for everyone there. I just lost my best girl friend and don't know what to do or where to find friends or even a romantic relationship. I see biker guys and sometimes they wave at me and that's the closest I get lol! I just want to develop friendships/relationships but I feel like my weight holds me back and being in a small town doesn't help... I have no idea where to start because whenever I go to book stores in town they're all empty. Where do people in their mid-twenties even hang out anymore???

I don’t know if this will make you feel better or worse, but I’m straight size and live in LA and I’ve been having the same problem. I think making new friends after graduating college is difficult at the best of times, and it’s even harder post-pandemic where people are feeling a little socially awkward and a lot of “third space” kind of activities have gone online-only.

If your college has a graduate school, you could try hanging around there or even sitting in on some of the classes if you have time. I was 23 when I started my grad program and I was the youngest person in my department by far. The average grad student is 33 (at least in the US), so you definitely won’t be too old. If your school has alumni events, open lectures on campus, or other events, those are pretty good places to meet people as well.

I would also look into joining clubs, classes, activities, teams, organisations, and anything else where you have a group of people that meet on a regular basis. Since you’re in a college town, there are probably at least a few of these. Maybe there’s a book club or rock climbing gym or a volunteer group or a pottery class or a Meetup group or something. It doesn’t really matter what the activity is just as long as the same people show up to it on a regular basis. The more you’re around the same people, the more likely it is that they’ll become familiar to you and you’ll start chatting.

On a similar note, if you start hanging out at the same coffee shop or bar, especially if you go at the same time every day, you’ll meet other people who are regulars. I have an aunt who’s been having breakfast with the same six friends every day for like thirty years just because they were regulars at the same cafe.

Other than that, apps are probably your best bet. Dating apps are an easy way to meet lots of people, and even if it doesn’t work out romantically, you might get a friend out of it. The friend apps are a little more hit or miss, but they’re also worth a shot, especially in a place like a college town where people are constantly moving there and then moving away.

The last thing I’ll say is that you really only need to make one friend organically. If you meet one person, then they’ll introduce you to their friends, and those friends will introduce you to their friends, and eventually you end up with a whole network of people that you know but that you didn’t have to seek out.

[heymeowmao]

2022.10.24 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324828208393749453

I’ll stream for a little while~~ Just a short while!

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning. Welcome! C: How long are you streaming today? LYN: Just a “little while”. You didn’t look at the caption before you came in? I said a “little while” so it will only be a “little while”. 

C: Are you a ~melancholy guy~ today? LYN: I’m not very? If I am able to stream then that means that I’m in pretty good condition. That is- I’m very happy! :)  LYN: We started off on set and then when we did our last scene, there were other actors around and I just happened to ask what time it was. They said it was 8p. ! No way, how could I have finished my last scene of the day but it’s only around 8p? Unbelievable, that we would wrap so early today! Then my actor colleague asked me- “So, are you going to head back to stream? Are you planning on streaming?” I said, “Stream, what stream? I’m so tired I’m about to die. How much do I love streaming? I definitely won’t stream today. I’m going to tidy up and look over the script before going to sleep.” ... Look at me now. On the way back I was looking at the script, remembering my lines for tomorrow, and I suddenly thought... “Why don’t I stream?” I don’t know when the next time I’ll get to wrap up this early is, so I played the “saying one thing but doing another” trick.

C: Ning-ge, just admit you missed us. LYN: I didn’t. Let’s not go there. Do you think we’re shooting some sort of idol drama here? I didn’t miss you- I just wrapped up early today and came to stream... because I was afraid you might miss me.

LYN: I won’t stream for too long, today. I haven’t even removed my makeup yet. I’m probably going to remove my makeup, tidy up, look over the script and then head to sleep. I won’t stream for too long, so don’t put so much pressure on yourselves. I won’t interfere with your shopping. It’s around that time of year, now, and I’m sure a lot of friends are going to.. exhaust their funds. C: I’m not buying anything! LYN: There’s no need for that. Some friends are saying that they’re not buying anything because they’re waiting for my brand collab to come out. I do have plans for it. So... if you want to buy it then you can wait a bit.

C: Ning-ge, no matter what I do, it’s not as important as watching you. LYN: That’s touching. Is watching my stream the most important thing in the world to you? But why don’t you have an “iron-clad fan” label stuck to the end of your username? You can check it out for yourself.

C: In order to watch you I am holding in my need to poop. LYN: There’s no need for that. You can take your phone to the bathroom with you. Alright? You don’t need to hold it. Please don’t do that- it’s bad for your health. I still want you to have a smooth life. Go. It’s alright. Jiayou.

C: These fans are too fake. LYN: That means this person isn’t my fan either, if they can say that the people in my stream are fake. LOL. /deadpan/ What nonsense are you saying?! What’s fake? I’m telling you- there’s such a thing in this world called a “white lie”, you know. It’s not FAKE, it’s a kind lie. The intent is out of kindness. It’s just like when you were little and your mom would tell you, “Baby, you’re the cutest child in the world.” Are you really, though? It could be that at times you are the worst child in the world, in your mother’s eyes. Your mother lies to you too, doesn’t she? But it’s a white lie, in the hopes that you can be cuter. So this doesn’t count as having fake fans, it’s just a hope. A white lie. C: Wow, Ning-ge called us “baby”! LYN: Oh, my goodness. Am I your mother now? Please, no. There’s no need for that. You should be lucky that I’m not pushing any products right now. Otherwise, you’d all be my “baby”. “Hey, babes. Check out the third link in the shopping cart~ My babies in the stream~” Isn’t that all how it goes? “The babies in my livestream” or “The fam’ in my stream. Check out what benefits I’ve brought to you~” They’re clearly selling you things but they say they’re bringing you benefits. Shouldn’t you be thankful?

C: If you reply to me, I’ll start being you fan. LYN: This person is probably not my fan but has some curiosity towards me, and wanted me to reply to them during my stream... so they said that. Um.. I replied. Start “pink (粉)”-ing (liking) me, then. See, friends. I cherish every person who is just passing by and have stopped to take a look. It’s my hope that every one of them can become my fan. Alright, then. Start to “pink”. I replied to you. I’ll have my moderators remember your ID and then have them check whether or not you like any other artist. I’ll have them check whether you’re posting about or liking other artist’s posts. If you are, then I will forever consider you as a person whose words cannot be trusted. C: Reply to me, reply to me! I like you! LYN: I have replied. But also I’m streaming here! Aren’t I already replying to you? This counts as customer service, I’m non-stop replying to you all right now. There are so many people, of course I can’t @ you. But this is already a service (客服, kè fú) to you, so can’t you try to overcome (克服, kè fú) it a little? Overcome your selfishness. LYN: It’s almost 11/11 (when there are lots of promotions&sales) and everyone else is trying to sell you things but here I am providing customer service. Our salaries are different, too. :(

LYN: We wrapped up early so I thought I’d come here and stream, but I won’t stream for too long. I’ll simply chat with everyone and if I’m in a good condition I’ll sing a song or two. I just want everyone to have a happy and wonderful Monday.

C: How long will you be shooting this drama for? LYN: Until the end of December, probably. We can wrap sometime in January. Not that much longer to go, now. There are just two more months.

C: Ning-ge are you going to run a marathon? LYN: I saw someone post to my group that Hengdian has some sort of marathon competition going on and there are going to be a lot of artists there, like Jing Tian, etc. That they will be taking part. Ah... I don’t know if they will be going, but I’m guessing that they signed up for it? I don’t know if they signed up, but in this case for the OP to include my name in the list of participants must mean that they think highly of me. Running a marathon, with my stamina? I think I’d run halfway and then pass out. I can’t run. I can’t go. LYN: I also saw that of the participating artists, there’s also a feature where you can run for a section of it alongside an artist. There’s an “accompany you while you run” benefit. For example, if you like LYN, you can pay them 200RMB and they will find a section of the race where you can run alongside/behind him and shoot a video. Or something like that. I don’t know. C: Taking “chasing stars” literally. LYN: Yeah. You need to keep in good health. I also heard that if you shell out enough money you can have your idol piggyback you while they run, too. If you pay three times the price, maybe they’ll princess-carry you while they run. X’D I’ve heard that there are those commissions, but I don’t know if anyone actually believes them. 

C: Ning-ge, everything that comes out of your mouth is nonsense? LYN: This is my streaming style, and it’s always been like this. What, are you here to learn English? Should I teach you some online lessons? Trigonometric functions??

C: Ning-ge, are you alright? LYN: I’m alright. I only said that I am unlikely to run a marathon, that’s all. I don’t think I’m ready to try one. But the problem here is you asking if I was alright. Just because I can’t run a marathon doesn’t mean I’m in poor health. But I’m not doing the marathon- I’m just unfit. I don’t know if any of the other artists are going, though.

C: Yes, Ning-ge. I’m here for online lessons. I’m about to enter the 16th level of English and I came here to supplement. LYN: You’re entering the 16th level and you’re here to supplement your English? Because the things we talk about here, honestly, are more useful- it that right? I think that your mentality towards this is very “good”. You are a very “clever” person. “You are” very “beautiful.” See? English is a very colloquial thing, that we can add into our stream and everyone here can learn a little something. C: You can speak English now? LYN: Of course. Very good English.

C: Ning-ge, aren’t you hot? LYN: I’m okay, not hot. In order to keep up this appearance I can bear it. I want to keep you in a good mood. Because my hair is really flat right now- you all know it’s been squashed under a wig all day- so I’m wearing the hat so as not to give you an unpleasant viewing experience. // It’s not that I don’t wash my hair. It’s because when they put it up in the wig they have to comb it back, then it’s under the wig all day and when the wig comes off my hair is sticking to my head. It’s kinda ugly so I just use the hat to try to cover it up. C: You can take the hood off? LYN: This is a solo hood, I bought especially. I can take it off- /lifts the edge to show it’s a single piece/ /tries to fix his hair/ I’m just a comedian in so many people’s eyes. That’s no good. I need to see if I can convert a small group of you into my visual-fans. /messes his hair up/ Ok, whatever. Is it better now? C: I am a fan of your visuals. LYN: You have good taste. :)

C: Ning-ge, is your taste for revenge rearing its head again? LYN: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? How much do you think I like taking revenge on people?? It’s not that- it’s purely because I wrapped up early today and wanted to stream a bit more.

C: I’m a fan of your songs. LYN: :) In that case, I think it’s time for a song, then. [t/n: “song” pronounced more like “pot” (锅/guō)] What should I sing...? Let’s see how my condition is today. I’ll sing one of LYN’s songs. let’s see what he has. “Floating Life”? I’ve never sung it live before, I’ll give it a try. LYN: /narrating/ A long, long time ago... there was a man called Modern Brothers Liu Yuning.  - /浮生 (Floating Life) [Floating Life: Fantasy World OST]/ [t/n: this is a really cool OST] LYN: This song is the OST to Floating Life: Fantasy World, and I haven’t sung it once since it was released, so I might not have sung well. Please understand. 

LYN: I hope everyone who is tuning in right now is having a wonderful Monday night. It’s a night with LYN to accompany you~ Cheers, everybody~ C: I finally have a LYN to make me not hate work that much. LYN: No way. I’m don’t deserve that honor.

C: You sang that song better than the original (also LYN). LYN: You can say that. I think the original version is... no good. You can say the version I sang just now eliminated the original singer. C: You’re beating up the original singer again? LYN: It’s enough that we eliminated him, we don’t need to beat him up. What for??

C: Ning-ge, do you have a “guazi lian”? [t/n: ”melon seed face” ; traditionally a face in the shape of an upside-down sunflower seed, with pointy chin] LYN: Yes, but not in the way that you’re thinking. I’m more of a white guzazi. The round flat ones. My face is a big pancake.  C: A pumpkin seed. LYN: Yes, that’s what I mean. “Pumpkin Seed Face”... it’s alright. It doesn’t matter. C: Do you have baby fat? LYN: It’s not baby fat, I’m just fat. Well, “fat” isn’t it either. That’s just the natural shape of my face.

- /still trying to fix his hair/ LYN: My hair is so long! I haven’t cut it for a long time. It’s too long... it’s a little ugly. I should go cut my hair.. see if that membership card Li Gengxin gave me still has money on it. I’ll have to see when I can get it cut, but I can’t leave (Hengdian) right now. Maybe I’ll try to cut it myself.  LYN: I’ll put on these glasses (to cover). If there’s anything you want to chat about, you can type it into the comments and we can chat!

(~30 min. mark)

LYN: I heard a song lately.. what was it called? It’s from an opera... is it called “Wu Jia Po” or something...? It is! The story of Wang Baochuan and Xue Pinggui/Wujiapo. // My friends keep sharing music, so I take a listen. This song is nice. Let me see if I can play it for you. --  C: Do you want to “dig wild herbs” with us? LYN: What does that mean? I really don’t know. What does it mean..? -- C: I thought my grandma turned on the television (and was watching the opera). LYN: This is music, what’s wrong with it?? I shared it with my colleagues today and... they could not accept it. They were like, “?? LYN. I never thought you would like this type of music.” “That’s a little too... in line with your age.” XD ...But what does that have to do with my age... -- C: “Dig wild vegetables” means to have “love brain” LYN: Is that so? I don’t really know it. /reading/ “Wang Baochuan dug wild herbs for 18 years.” Wow, amazing. She likes to eat wild veggies, alright. / Today my internet is down, I really can’t keep up with you. Sorry. I really don’t know what it meant. You won. Count this round as your win. :c -- [t/n: stems from the Wujiapo story, the phrase is a mockery of having the mindset that “love comes first” because, if I am understanding correctly, in the original story a wealthy girl (Wang Baochuan) insisted on marrying her poor lover boy (Xue Pinggui). He was the descendant of a general, and she encouraged him to take the imperial exam so he did, and later was called away to the army. By herself, she fell on hard times and had to resort to digging for wild herbs for food for 18 years.; So... “digging wild herbs” = “a fool for love”?] -- LYN: I want to sing this for you. I haven’t really learned it all the way, but I want to try. Mostly just the chorus part. Just listen to that one line, alright? Everything else is not important.  - /武家坡 (Wujia Slope)/ - /takes a couple tries, keeps messing up the tempo./ - /stares into the camera like this:/

- /valiantly continues trying/ - /gets to the end of the song and regrets life choices/ LYN: I thought I knew it, but it turns out I didn’t. It’s alright, it doesn’t matter. It was just for fun. The important part was just that part: /sings the start of the chorus again/. That part. Now that I’ve gotten to show you that part I am satisfied. 

C: Ge, did you get to eat your two-ingredient sauce? LYN: No. I haven’t been able to go back to my hometown. There aren’t those specialties here.

LYN: Alright, that’s enough. Change the subject, will you?? - /t/n: Idk what they’re grilling him about.../ LYN: Stop spamming. Be careful I don’t kick you out! // When you keep spamming this stream becomes meaningless, and I have nothing to say. We’ll just end up staring at each other. Change the subject, let’s talk about something different.

C: Is Zi Chuan airing soon? LYN: I really don’t know. I don’t know the details of which drama will air at what time. I’ve heard it’ll be soon... so it’ll probably be soon. But not THAT fast- what ever airs as quickly as they say it will? Just wait for it. LYN: I already said last time, I have very little scenes in Zi Chuan. There are 48 episodes and I shot for 200 or so scenes. I don’t have many scenes in it. If you’re interested in the drama and the story, please check it out. If my friends are looking to see more of me, you’re not going to see that much, but I hope you can still support the drama anyway.  C: Is ALZ soon? LYN: I doubt it. There are so many dramas out there, you can watch something else first. C: Does Hao Du have more scenes than in ZC? LYN: It’s about the same- HD also had around 200 scenes. You can think about it- ZC has 48 episodes and I only have 200 or so scenes. [t/n: The Long Ballad was 49 episodes so... it’s comparable. LOL.] Also in post they might edit a lot of things out, so I doubt that when it airs I will even  still have 200 scenes.

C: How did LYN get famous? LYN: /laughs/ I’m not. Since that’s the case, friend, why don’t you subscribe to my weibo. Let’s await the day I become famous together. if you subscribe to me you will know how I got famous, and each step along the way. I’m not famous yet, but I will be. At least I hope so. I want to slowly become famous. But first, subscribe to my weibo. We can watch it happen together.

LYN: My hair is killing me! Let me play you a video while I try to get it sorted. I don’t even like seeing it myself. I’ll play you a video and see if I can do something about it. Wait for me. -- break #1 - /comes back with a wig instead/ LYN: This is much better. C: This wig sure was worth it. LYN: Isn’t it?! I wore it for two streams, is it not worth it?? One was enough, but I’ve worn it for two now. It’s super worth it. C: You’re wearing a wig but still have the hood? LYN: No- because the sides are coming out, see? I didn’t have time to put in on properly so it’s just on there, to cover it up. If I block it even more, then you can’t tell that I just slapped it on.

C: Ning-ge, you’re trending. LYN: I don’t believe you. I don’t think I’m worthy of such a thing. Didn’t a friend asl earlier, “How did LYN get famous?” I’m not even famous- do I have the right to be trending? // What they meant by that question is how did I get here. It could be that they’re wondering “Why is this person called LYN suddenly showing up everywhere? He sings OSTs and he acts, where the heck did he come from?” A lot of people don’t know where I came from. Since I have nothing better to do, I’ll introduce myself to you. LYN: I’m a handsome young man that hails from Liaoning, Dandong. I’ve liked music since I was a child. I loved to sing. But unfortunately, my family didn’t really have the means, so there was never any chance for me to learn music. I’m not just saying that my family didn’t have the means to make you pity me, but I want to let you know because right now I’m doing alright for myself. It’s better now. Anyway- I’m not trying to make anyone pity me, just saying that I didn’t have any opportunity to go learn music when I was younger. If I wanted to take a music class or something it would have cost too much money. Not just the classes- we didn’t have the means to buy any instrument either. So then I didn’t do very well in school, and later went to a technical school- I went to learn how to be a cook. I learned there for two years and after that started working in restaurants, cooking for people. After doing that for a few years, I didn’t enjoy it. Just like the kids born after ‘00 nowadays, when they don’t like something they just quit. XD I don’t know if anyone watching is, like me, born after ‘00? When we aren’t satisfied with something, we just quit. LYN: I always wanted to sing. After I stopped being a cook I needed something to do, but work was hard to find because the truth was I didn’t have the education nor did I have any skills- other than cooking, but I didn’t want to do that anymore. I had enough of cooking, so I “cooked” my boss. Which is to say... I was not very professional- so I quit. Now what? Liaoning, Dandong is a very small city- I had wanted to find a bar I could sing in- but Liaoning didn’t have very many of those. But I still had to work. So I found a job as a waiter and did that for about three years. It was removing dishes, serving dishes, and taking orders. After three years, I didn’t enjoy it anymore either. I “cooked” my boss. See, I never lost my skills as a cook- I “cooked” my boss again. What could I do, then? That was when I realized that I was pretty tall and had an alright EQ, so I did the thing most young people do. I went to sell clothes. I worked in retail and sold clothing for about a year. After a year I didn’t like it, and “cooked” my boss again. All ‘00 babies and after are like this! I don’t know though, are they? Being born after ‘00 like myself- I didn’t like it, so I quit. So I sold clothes for some time. A lot of my old fans all know what jobs I’ve had. LYN: I had a friend who was singing in a bar, and asked me what I was doing. I told him I “cooked” my boss and didn’t have anything to do. He told me his bar was looking for singers, and wanted me to try it out. I went, and it was a lot like taking a test- even working in a bar requires an interview. A lot of people are in students now and when you graduate you will need to go out for job interviews. Even as a singer, there are interviews. The boss took one look at me and said I looked the part... but he didn’t know if my singing was any good. He told me to sing a few, and I asked him how many. He said four- two fast and two slow. So I sang, and it went alright. There were some customers there and they clapped for me. It was just testing the market. After I sang the boss told me to go home and wait to hear from him. I’d heard that enough times. No matter where you go, if you hear “Wait for us to contact you.” 100% you’re never hearing from them again. So I knew then that I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t in a good mood, so I turned off my phone- for about 4-5 days. I didn’t want any contact from the outside world and I’d isolated myself, feeling like the world was full of hopelessness and uncertainty. I was wasted- as someone born after ‘00- I couldn’t just spend the rest of my life just sitting around and waiting for death. I felt like my world was so dark. On the fifth day I turned my phone back on and my friend called me, asking me why my phone was off for the past few days. I asked him what he was calling for and he told me that his boss wanted to use me, and to come work at the bar. XD I started working, and was there for a few years. LYN: I’d also participated in some survival shows.. but I never got famous from them. I’ve told my fans about this before. I was in Super/Happy Boy... I was in that show but in the end I was a very UNhappy Boy. I’d also given Sing!China my demo- absolutely no response. I felt like I didn’t sound good. I felt useless. LYN: Now a lot of people ask if my sudden recognition is brought about because I have someone backing me or resources like that- do you think I would have sung in a bar for three or four years if I had?? I’m just a person from a small city, who would know Liu Yuning? I had no one to support me. After not passing the variety shows I decided to start streaming, and that’s why you feel like I am a professional streamer right now. I was a streamer for a few years and didn’t have any sort of results so I nearly “starved to death”. That was in 2018, when I made a prediction and it was the best one I would ever make. I predicted that the next few years following it would be the time for the short video genre. I awoke from sleep that day and had a sudden feeling- it was like someone lit a light in me- I feel like I had a dream, and in that dream I was a celebrity. (I’d always wanted to be a celebrity!) Since I had dreamt it, I started thinking of how I can make it happen. I occurred to me that after 2018 it would be the era for short videos- because young people- like those born after ‘00- don’t have the time to sit there and consume lengthy media. Everything happens in broken pieces, so it was prime time for the short video genre and platforms like weibo. :p So I decided to do short videos... and I succeeded. LYN: That’s why a lot of my antis like to say that I’m just an internet famous individual- it’s because I made my way into the entertainment industry starting from that circle of short video content creators. I started making short videos and gained a bunch of fans. I’m guessing that right now it would be nice if even half of them are still with me. I had fans, so I decided I would make my debut. How does someone debut? It’s very easy- just release a song. I released a song and that’s how I made it. LYN: People still wonder who’s behind me and who is sourcing me- I don’t have anyone. People who really know me know every single step I took to get to where I am. I’m built up from nothing. Also- if I had started taking commercial/business jobs in 2018 when I first started, I would have made a LOT of money. But I never took and still have not taken any of those types of jobs. How many artists can you say have done the same? Of course there are, but very few. It’s one thing I ask of myself though, to not take commercial performances. I don’t want to exhaust myself, because my focus is on becoming a celebrity. Let’s bring it back around- let’s say I do have resources, and there is someone backing me. Why would they? Because there’s money to make off of me. It’s not as if they like me for my talent. Investors like you because you can make them money, and that’s why they will indulge you and give you opportunities. The problem here is- if I am not contracting any commercial performances, how are they supposed to make money? I even turned off the gifting option in my stream. How are they supposed to make money off me? I don’t even try to sell you things during my stream. Again, what money is there to make? Every year I don’t go over two branded spokesmanships- how would they make money off me? Are they dumb? In your eyes investors are all just idiots?? // People who have half a brain would know that there is no one backing me. You think they would let me stream all the time if I did?? If I had the time they would have made me sign a contract for some other commercial promotion. I’d be going to some event to sing and gain a little bit of money. There’s no way I would have the freedom I do now, to sign with what I want to and not sign with what I don’t want to. I don’t have any resources/investors. LYN: My capital lies in my fans. I’m not saying this to be nice. Honestly. Take any artist- who would they be without their fans? How talented do you think you are? How amazing? Platforms, producers, and directors don’t find you because of how talented you are by yourself- it’s because of what the fans have made you out to be. You can say you sing well- there are many people in the world who sing well and even better than you do. Why should a platform use you instead of someone else? It’s because you have the fans to support you. There are so many people who can act and who have graduated from a drama academy that don’t have anything to act in, so why is that you get to act? It’s because you have fans to support you. It doesn’t matter how amazing you are on your own. 

(~1:07 min. mark)

LYN: So, back to “how did LYN get famous”? I’m not. I crawled up to this point step by step. It’s possible that in some people’s eyes I could have crawled a little too quickly. Why? I don’t let myself have downtime in the year- I won’t let myself have the free time. Sometimes I meet some colleagues and ask them what they’ve got lined up and they tell me, “Nothing, I want to rest. I might to to Sanya and hang out for while. I’m tired. I want to take half a year and rest in Sanya, then get back into it.” When I hear them say that I don’t understand. I mean- I CAN understand, but I don’t think I would be able to do the same. As someone born after the ‘00′s, it’s already a little to late for me. LYN: In the recent years some people could get the feeling that LYN has suddenly started appearing in within their field of interest. But what you don’t know is how much I’ve done quietly, without you knowing. It didn’t matter if I was paid or not, I went. I’ve done so much, just to get to this point. I took every opportunity and crawled here step by step. If you think about it, it was a little fast.  C: Ning-ge, artists can depend only on their fans. They also need to have a strong sense of their own business capability. LYN: Of course, that’s a necessity. Having fans just determines whether you are given the opportunity. If people like you and indulge you, then the platforms are willing to use you. They give you the chance but whether you can grab it and hold on to it depends on your own ability. If they gave you ten chances and you only succeeded at three, there might be some chances left for the future. But if they gave you ten chances and you didn’t succeed at any... then you have a problem. No matter how many fans you have, you still won’t be able to make it (if you yourself doesn’t have what it takes). I’m very aware of this myself. I know that my fans are the reasons I have these opportunities. Sometimes I’ll go to shoot some commercial and find that the workers there are my fans. This makes me wonder if I got the job because my fans recommended me for it. That’s why my fans are my capital. LYN: I believe that I have to strike the iron while it’s hot. Some things you have to strive for yourself. First of all I have a strong Northeastern personality and secondly I’m not young. So I can see things very clearly and it makes me not want to beat around the bush, to put it nicely. Why are there people who are always with me in my streams, or why do people like watching me stream? It’s because I tend to be a little brutally honest. I don’t like using flowery language- I mean, who can’t say pretty words? Everyone can say them, but it’s not me. If I were the exact same as everyone else, I’d be done for. I’m not even as handsome as they are. I don’t have a strong backing like they do. I just think that when I stream I tend to be, comparatively- honest. Of course, I don’t dare to say EVERYTHING. I thought about saying some things before, but I’m already being cursed at to a laughable degree. LYN: I’m not saying these things as an artist. I started off as an extremely ordinary person, and have walked here step by step. It’s not because it got to my head that I want to share the life of being an artist. I just want to share it with you. Honestly I didn’t have the chance to become an artist- this is something that my fans have put together, piece by piece. My very first fans weren’t here to chase stars, they illuminated me. They created me, made me the LYN that can accept these types of jobs (singing and acting). That’s why I want to share with them- how I started off as a singer busking on the streets and made it to this point today where I can accept all these jobs. I want to share with them my thoughts and feelings. But sometimes after I share now, I am very easily targeted and cursed at. As if I’m trying to brag about it or something, you know? So I don’t much say nonsense and just want to work hard on being myself. And by that I mean I have to keep working hard, not “be myself” in the sense that I’ll tell myself not to care about what people say about me. For any industry, and even when you eventually enter society you have to remember one thing: you have to continually improve yourself. Time wont stop for you if you’re not moving forward. As long as you’re standing still, you’re falling behind. You have to keep moving forward. LYN: To reply to that person’s question from earlier. “How did LYN get famous?” I’m not famous. I’m going to keep working hard and hope that I can become better and better in the future. I’m just an ordinary person. Extremely ordinary. I didn’t grow up with a golden spoon or under wondrous circumstances- I got here today from my own hard work. “Success”- although I wouldn’t call myself successful- or having opportunities, rather... other than through hard work, luck is a big factor. I’m just a little lucky, and so was able to go from an ordinary person to the person I am today, sitting here streaming for you and having so many of you like me. That’s my luck, my fortune. LYN: A lot of people ask, “Why LYN? Why does he deserve it?” There is no “why”- it’s just like buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot. Would you go to the winner’s house and shout at them, asking them why they deserved to win the lottery?? “Why didn’t /I/ win??” I think this way of thinking is very strange. They won a prize and you’re unhappy and so you go up to them and ask why they deserve it? But the problem is that you’re not even buying the tickets!! If you did, you would also get the chance. So why would you be unhappy that someone else won a game you’re not even participating in?? C: (you got here) Because you can talk yourself up. LYN: I didn’t get here because of my mouth- and it has brought me no small amount of trouble. LYN: But if you have the time to be envious of other people or feel that something is unfair, you should use it to work on bettering yourself. Before you ask why someone else deserved to win the lottery, you can ask yourself why you never even tried to buy a ticket to gain the opportunity to win. LYN: I think a good thing about me is that I have a good state of mind, in that I will never envy someone else. If someone is living better than I am, I never envy them and wonder why they deserve it. I’ve never had that thought, even when I was young. How other people are living their lives has nothing to do with me. I only know that I have to take care of my own. I know that I was put on this earth to live for 60-70 or 70-80 years at most- to live for myself. It shouldn’t matter to you how other people are living their lives.

LYN: Am I trending? I’m not even famous yet, but I have the opportunity to be trending? I don’t believe it. I don’t believe I have the right to be on the list of trending topics. I don’t believe it so I’m going to go check it out. LYN: Honestly a lot of the people watching my stream here, even the one who aren’t my fans, your family environment and your lives aren’t all that bad. You’re probably much better off. But even so... keep working hard. Keep working hard and make your way- there will always be opportunity, so there’s no need to feel down. Someone earlier was spamming the chat, saying, “Ning-ge, I still have four day’s worth of homework to finish.” If you can’t even finish your homework, what do you expect to do with your life??? Also, if you have four day’s worth of homework left to do, what are you telling me for?? Do you want me to do your homework for you? Go do your homework, stop watching the stream. Later when you enter society you’re... you’re going to be crying and begging to go back to the days where you needed to do homework. C: If you don’t do your homework, what do you want to do? Pick big shit? (挑大粪) [t/n: 挑大粪 (tiāo dà fèn) = used to scold children who don’t like to learn. If they don’t study hard, they won’t be able to get into university, and then land a “lowly” job.] LYN: Don’t say that about other people. C: Ning-ge, your hard work is exactly what I like about you. LYN: I’m not really working that hard, though? Please don’t say that I work hard. I’m not, and I don’t want to make myself out to look like someone who puts a lot of effort into things. I don’t- I also sleep every day. It’s not as if I’m forgoing sleep in my attempts to “make efforts.” When it’s time for me to sleep, I sleep. When it’s time for me to play games, I also play games. When I have time I also watch a movie or two. I’m not working hard 24/7- that’s not the path I’m taking.

LYN: I think one of the good things about me- I guess it’s not a “good thing”- but something about me is that I don’t like to consume alcohol. Some people seem to have the misconception that I am a very good drinker, who goes out to have a drink with people and leave with a job- that’s not the case. I’m pretty much down with one glass. I don’t like drinking, and I don’t have much of a tolerance. That’s why when there are gatherings after work is finished for the day I very rarely go to them. If I had the time for that, I would choose to come back and stream instead. I would stream, even if it came off as for “revenge”. I count not drinking as one of my pros. Of course, I’m sure that many of you like to drink, and I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. I just think that in regard to my work ethic, it’s a good thing. I don’t actually have the time to be going around drinking with people, and it happens that I don’t like drinking anyway. Once in a while is okay- a few sips while chatting with friends- but my tolerance is extremely low. So that’s why when we wrap up for the day and people want to get together for a meal and drinks, I come home to stream.

C: I came from the trending topics. LYN: Is it very complicated to enter my stream if I’m NOT on the trending topics? It’s not that hard, but I’m guessing it’s because you haven’t subscribed to my weibo. Subscribe, alright? That way when I start the stream it will notify you right away. Immediately- they’ll send you a message. It’s a 1-on-1 service. C: Weibo doesn’t tell me. // I’ll subscribe right now. LYN: Really? Thank you. Thank you to everyone who is following me. I think many of you who are watching are really kind. Many of you might not be my fan at all, but because I asked if you could bother to subscribe to my weibo, you did. It doesn’t bring them any benefit to subscribe to me, but it’s actually a big help to me. Because every single fan and subscriber I get means that later when I am contracted for some work or another, I can bring in an extra 3-5 bucks. It’s a possibility. X’D C: I came in from the topic trending at #28. LYN: Am I really on it? Let me go take a look. Is it the entertainment tab or the main one, can someone look for me? - /cue: ~you are my destiny~/

LYN: I’m happy :)

C: Ning-ge, I’ve subscribed to you. Aren’t you on good terms with ZLY, can you ask her for an autograph for me? LYN: >.<; Ehm... AREN’T YOU GETTING AHEAD OF YOURSELF?!? - C: Ning-ge, If you’re too cheesy about half the people will leave. LYN: That’s unwarranted. They wouldn’t. - LYN: You guys, friends- Honestly, once you get to talking with me, you’ll realize that I am someone who has been around the social ringer. Like the person earlier who told me that they subscribed to my weibo and asked for an autograph from ZLY in exchange- it’s clear that this person is not someone who entered society and lived through hard times. If they were, they wouldn’t be able to request such a thing. When you ask someone to do something for you, you should say it like this, “Liu Yuning. I really admire you. Could you.. um- give me your autograph? But, I have a friend who also really likes ZLY. Could you, if it’s convenient, ask her for an autograph as well?” That’s how you should do it. First of all, you have acknowledged me; then secondly you have a FRIEND who likes ZLY, not yourself. If you ask this way your success rate will increase by 50%. Do you understand? That’s how you should properly do things. And if one day I really send you my and ZLY’s autographs, and you tear mine up- I wouldn’t know about it but I would still be happy. Coming here to ask for other people’s stuff right off the bat- do you think you would be successful? If you’re going to beg someone to do something for you, you have to pander to who you’re asking first. That way you’re more likely to successfully reach your goal. Got it? Now you’ve learned. C: Ning-ge, the method you talked about is a bit of hypocritical. As an upright person, I don’t fall for such underhanded tactics. LYN: You don’t have to use them. You can just think of it as me saying some nonsense. Just listen to me for entertainment. C: Ning-ge, if you say that then people will really consider you a hypocrite. LYN: I mean- the people who say this, I mean the one who is teaching you this method- You still think that’s hypocritical?? You must not know what that word means. I’ve already spelled it all out for you such great detail- what else do you want me to do? LYN: I can answer in the standard ways. If you don’t believe me, you can ask me questions and I’ll answer. I’ll use the previous question as an example and prove that I can answer beautifully. That is, asking me if I can get a signed autograph from ZLY for you. If you want me to answer the proper way. First you’ve got to acknowledge ZLY as a person- “Oh, I see this friend likes ZLY? Wow, I didn’t expect you to have the same taste as I do. I also think that ZLY is amazing and I also admire her. Therefore, I think we have good taste. However, I don’t want to bother her, so as a friend I don’t think I can just ask her for her autograph whenever people ask me. I hope you understand. Unfortunately, I am unable to get that autograph for you. But, I do have LYN’s autograph, if you don’t mind it, you can give me your address and I can send it to you. What do you think? If you need it, you can give me your address and I can send it over.” That’s the “standard” answer, friends. I also know how to say them. C: No, Ning-ge, that’s even worse. LYN: Wow, I really hope you all can live in the real world. Jiayou. I hope you maintain that attitude forever.

C: LYN, I admire you very much. Can I have your autograph? LYN: LOLOL. Let me think of a standard answer... Thank you for your admiration. I’m not an amazing person but I am very thankful the fact that you like me and I hope you are happy every day. As for the autograph, my company-my boss- does not allow me to just give them out to anyone. That’s the company rule, I hope you can understand. I hope that you continue to do well in school or work, and everything goes smoothly for you. If there comes a day when I can end my contract with my company, I will definitely make it up to you with an autograph. My current company is called “Liu Yuning Studio” and the boss is... myself. But the boss does not allow it. Please understand. It’s not me that does not allow it- it’s my boss. The boss is no good. It has nothing to do with me, no one in my company is allowed to give autographs. The boss is LYN. I hope you can understand. Thank you. LYN: The trick is to put the responsibility on the company, and this not only does not offend the asker but also thanks them. Right? It’s a perfect answer. // Even though I am a person who likes to “cook” their boss. If I am unsatisfied with the work I’ll just “cook” them!  C: Ning-ge, then I don’t want your autograph. Your boss’ will do. LYN: LOL. LYN: Usually that’s not the way I answer, though. When people ask me for my autograph I always say you’ll get the chance. Don’t worry, there are always chances. As long as you like me there is nothing but chances to get my autograph. You’ll have it one day. Don’t worry, just wait.

C: Ning-ge, is that a wig? LYN: What else can it be? Did you just come in? When I started the stream I had black hair- am I holding a salon stream today? I’ll teach you how to bleach your hair?? I just felt like my hair was too messy- it’s too long - so I went to find this wig that I bought a while ago. It’s good that I get to make use of it.

C: Liu-ge, “kill” me. LYN: A white haired boy just “kills” you?

(~1:34:50 minute mark)

C: This is a little non-mainstream. LYN: For someone like me.. someone as old as me.. who hasn’t gone non-mainstream before? I remember at that time, what my favorite song was called. - /玫瑰花的葬礼 (The Funeral of Roses)/ C: Ning-ge, weren’t you just saying you were born after ‘00? LYN: ... What about it? Are those born after ‘00 not allowed to listen to this song?? Does music have an age-limit now, and minors can’t listen??

- /不分手的恋爱 (Unbreakable Love) by WSL/ - /海绵宝宝 (Sponge Baby) by WSL/ LYN: Those of us born after ‘00 all listen to these types of songs. :p C: I love this song! LYN: Of course, those born after ‘00 also like songs like “寻一个你 (Searching for You)” :) LYN: ... How come I can’t find any accompaniment?

- /该死的温柔 (So Damned Gentle)/ C: That’s too old. LYN: Then let me find something newer. - /吻得太逼真 (Kiss Too Realistic)/ LYN: Every song can stir up the memories of us ‘00+ -ers. - /兰花指 (Orchid Fingers)/ - /Always Online/ LYN: These are all the memories of ‘00+ -ers.

LYN: Someone just requested a song that I think is VERY suitable for those born after ‘00 to listen to. - /面具 (Persona)/ [t/n: Kangta?!?]

LYN: Someone requested something else, let me look for it. - /秋天不回来 (Autumn Doesn’t Come Back)/ LYN: It’s a little difficult for me.

- /等一分钟 (Wait One Minute)/ - /断点 (Break Point)/ - /was going to play 求佛 (Pray to Buddha) but switched to 那女孩对我说 (She Told Me)/ -- [t/n: that little bit of 求佛 (Pray to Buddha) we heard from Liu-Guo-Zhou in The Truth was nice tho!] LYN: The lyrics aren’t moving. They’re frozen. In that case, sorry, I won’t sing this one (那女孩对我说 (She Told Me)).

- /单身情歌 (Single Love Song)/ - /0932/ LYN: A lot of you have probably never heard of this song (0932)...

- /我爱的人 (The One I Love)/ LYN: ... I forgot how to sing it!

- /这是我的爱 (This is My Love)/ LYN: (singing the wrong part of the lyrics?)

- /你爱我像谁 (Who Do You Love Me Like)/ LYN: (quoting the lyrics, a little) Honestly, I’m very worried, you just can’t see~ C: These are such old songs. LYN: I’ll find something even older for you. - /芹菜 (Celery) by Jimmy Lin/ LYN: This is old enough, right? This is a very early song.

- / 下個, 路口, 見 (Meet You at the Next Intersection)/ LYN: I can’t really do this one. The key is too high. It’s too high for me.

- / 丁香花 (Lilac)/ LYN: What else is there? Another old song.... 涛声依旧? How about this- if your mom is home, call her over so she can listen with you. LYN: Friends- no one can succeed so easily. There are simply too many songs that I know. - / 涛声依旧 (The Sound of Waves Remain)/ LYN: Sorry- I’m actually not too familiar with this song. I failed on this one.

LYN: Cheers, everyone. I’m suddenly acting drunk- I don’t know why. - /月半弯 (Crescent Moon)/ C: Oh, so it was this song. LYN: Yes, this song is also very old.

LYN: 千千阙歌? People have been singing this one a lot lately, so I didn’t want to play it... - /千千阙歌 (A Thousand Songs)/ - /突然的自我 (Suddenly Myself)/ LYN: I need to grab my guitar again!

LYN: Let’s try one of Li Zhongsheng’s songs. When I sang at the bar I was known as the “Little Li Zhongsheng” - / 山丘 (Hills)/ LYN: This accompaniment sort of makes my head hurt. This.. this version doesn’t seem to be very good. - /凡人歌 (Song of an Ordinary Man)/

LYN: I think it’s about time, but I’m having a good time. - Happy New Year~ (It’s 12am) LYN: Thank you friends, for spending a few hours with me. Someone said this hairstyle was non-mainstream, which suddenly sent us on this wonderful musical journey. My goodness- I’m... I’m happy. So I kept singing a few older songs and I hope they helped you remember some happy memories of your own. I want to wish you a happy new year- we’ve crossed the 12am boundary together, which means we’ve spent another year together. Happy New Year! The thing is, one of the rules of my stream is that if we go from one day into the other, that counts as having spent the year together. It’s already 12:01am so a lot of you have spent the new year with me. Since that’s the case, could you also subscribe to my weibo? Please subscribe. Thank you, everyone.

C: Ning-ge, turn off the special effects. LYN: I never had them on? Or are you talking about the snow? Or did you think my white hair was an effect? It’s not.

C: I put you on special notifications. LYN: Thank you for that.

LYN: Alright, it’s about time. It’s past 12a and I was thinking I would stream up until here and then sign off. We didn’t really talk much, but it counts as having chatted a little. We listened to a few songs and sang a few songs. When you get off from school or work you could go to a KTV to sing, but Ning-ge doesn’t have that opportunity. I can’t go to a KTV to sing, so I can only come here to release some stress. Today it counts as having gone to a KTV together, then. LYN: I hope you had a relaxing, happy, and wonderful night. It was great to have you and I hope you had fun. Let’s meet the next time. Good night, everyone!

[lungs-and-gills]

Find the word tag

Thank you for the tag @lynnedwardswrites!

Okay, winner, accident, grandmother, indication, shopping. Let's crack in:

Winner: None for winner, however I do have winning? So we'll sub that in

It was surprisingly easy to find Dr. Zale’s address. People really aren’t careful with what they put online these days. He drove by the house a few hours before nightfall just to see what it looked like. 

It definitely wasn’t what he thought an award-winning doctor in marine biology would have as a home. It was small, and old, and clearly falling apart for longer than the four years she’d been gone. The neighborhood wasn’t exactly friendly either, Art swore he saw a drug deal happening down the street, in broad daylight, not even a block from Dr. Zale’s dark, empty house. 

Suddenly Art was a little less worried about the cops catching him sneaking in. But to be safe he’d still wait till nightfall. He did promise he’d be careful after all.

Accident (lucky you, you get THREE)

Tatum came back a moment later, looking extremely guilty. 

“I-I’m sorry Art, that--that was a mistake, it was an accident--”

“Mistake?” Art interrupted, feeling anger flare in his chest. “Accident? You started it! You just said you wanted to!”

The words felt childish as soon as they left his mouth, but it was true. 

“I know, I know, I just, I shouldn’t have--I’m such an idiot,” he said running his hands through his hair. 

“Is it… is it because I’m trans?” Art said, his voice starting to waver. Tatum snapped up, his face wearing that same expression of horror. 

“No! No, oh Art, no, I don’t care about that--”

“It-It makes sense, I-I don’t pass very well since I’m n-not on T yet--”

“Art, no, no no no, that’s not why, oh Art--” Tatum cut off as he suddenly gripped Art in a hug, making Art gasp a little before hugging him back. “That’s not why, I don’t care if you pass or not, you’re perfect either way.”

Art sighed and dropped his hands. 

“Tatum, you’re giving me very mixed signals right now. First you’re kissing me, then you’re saying it was a mistake, or accident, or something, and now you’re hugging me and telling me I’m perfect--”

“Fuck, I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Tatum said, releasing Art. “It’s not about that, I promise.”

Grandmother: None, and nothing at all resembling it lol

Indicating: Also nothing lol

Shopping:

“Water? The ocean is right there,” Tatum said, pointing it out in case Art missed it. Art rolled his eyes at him and Tatum tried not to get too annoyed about that. 

“You can’t drink ocean water, Tatum. Or at least I can’t. It has salt in it, that will only make me more thirsty and dehydrated,” Art said. He glanced down at his water bottle, already almost empty. “Fuck. What am I gonna do? I-I can’t go anywhere. There’s a tourist shopping area not too far that will have food and water, but what happens when we run out of money? Even if I take my old job it won’t be enough for all of us to eat and pay for transportation--and that’s even if I can get my job back, I don’t have access to my resume or anything now--and I forgot my fucking phone charger--hell I probably shouldn’t even go back there anyway, that’s the first place they’ll look for me and no fucking way I’m leaving you guys and going back into foster care, I’m not fucking doing it--”

“Hey,” Tatum interrupted. Art looked up at him, and the desperate expression on his face made Tatum’s heart squeeze. “It’s okay, I’m gonna help you."

TA DA

Ok the rest of you need to go find knife, water, read, shimmer, and friend (I also accept synonyms or other versions of the word, like reading instead or read or blade instead of knife)

No Pressure Tags: @cream-and-tea @sarah-sandwich-writes @gwendolinequinn

[ohnococo]

How do you manage navigating society now that COVID has become a semi-permanent issue (I’m still hoping a miracle happens and it stops being such a problem)? Especially with kids? I’ve found that I’ve become a shut in and I miss hanging out and going places but with so much misinformation about safety and the spread Im just so scared to hang out even with a mask

Honestly I’m in an incredibly lucky position to be able to WFH and live somewhere where things like getting groceries delivered is easy and as affordable as going to the shop directly. It does help that my partner and I are homebodies too and my closest friendships are all online anyway (silver lining for not living in my home country lol)

But honestly we have had to take more measured risks especially with having a kid because they do need to go out and go places to see things and socialize. We try to be as smart as we can about it - going places at off hours so it won’t be busy, if we do go out and see people it’s generally places like beer gardens etc etc so we’re outside. Nursery is the weak point, unfortunately. While they do have rules about sick children not attending and sanitize all the toys every day, it’s still a bunch of small children in an enclosed space who will touch and put their mouths on everything so that’s probably the biggest COVID risk for us. We got a cold just being in there for half an hour with my Beansprout once 😅

Basically I don’t have the best advice, because we can suffer from being shut ins ourselves. It’s hard, especially because I and several people in my family are from higher risk groups and basically no one takes it seriously here.