#and i work a 15 hour starting a 4am...

[thevoidstaredback]

The plan was set and the game had begun.

There was a meeting on the Watchtower exactly three days after the Bat Clan had decided to mess with the Justice League, so that's when they planned to set everything in motion.

Robin couldn't be at the meeting because it fell during school hours, so Nightwing had come to the meeting with Batman. He'd already had the day off, so it wasn't too much of a hasel. Red Hood and Red Robin had both wanted to come, but they also had civilian duties to take care of.

When the meeting was over, the 'main leaguers', as many others had dubbed them, stayed behind as they always did. Normally, it was just so they all could catch up, sometimes to arrange another meeting, or even to discuss more sensitive topics.

This time, when everyone but Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, The Flash, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, and Nightwing had left the room, Nightwing threw his arm across Batman's shoulders and said "You all should come to the Cave!"

All conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at the black and blue clad vigilante. For a long moment, no one spoke or moved. Then, Batman nodded.

"Perfect!" Nightwing's smile got even bigger.

"Um," Superman, the sweet midwesterner, flicked his eyes over to Batman's face before looking at Nightwing. "Are you sure? Bat's has never let any of us into Gotham, let alone the Bat Cave."

Nightwing winked at the hero, his domino mask not hiding it, "Yeah, well, me and the others managed to wear him down. Besides, we've all wanted to give you guys a tour! We've been to all your secret hideouts, so we figured it's about time you saw ours!"

"I'm sorry," Green Lantern raised his hand slightly, "'Others'?"

Nightwing blinked, his smile dropping. Batman straightened up. "Did you-" Nightwing cut himself off, "You do know how many of us there are in Gotham, right?"

The heroes all looked at one another. Sure, they'd heard that there was two, maybe three, working with Batman, but nothing had ever been confirmed aside from Robin working with Batman and Nightwing working in Bludhaven.

Batman fought very hard to keep a smirk off his face. Nightwing didn't even try to hide his amusement.

Wonder Woman was the one to ask, "There are rumors, but I can't say any of us know exactly how many heroes work within Gotham City limits."

Nightwing and Batman shared a glance. This added so much more to their game. They had to tell the others! This was already so much fun, but it was about to get so much better!

"Then, I guess you all have no choice but to come to the Cave with us so you can meet everyone!" Nightwing exclaimed.

The eight heroes shared looks with one another before looking back at Batman and Nightwing. Their choice was obvious to the two Bats before the group had even decided.

"Alright," Aquaman said, "When would you like us to stop by?"

Right on script. Batman said, "Meet here tomorrow at fifteen-hundred New Jersey time. We'll be here to bring you down to the Cave." Then, he left, Nightwing trailing behind him.

"Cool," Flash nodded, "Cool, cool. Totally not nerve wracking at all."

Cyborg stood from his seat. "Don't be nervous, Flash. We're actually being allowed in Gotham. Batman doesn't let anyone in Gotham."

"No," Green Arrow said, "He doesn't let anyone operate in Gotham. I've been many times."

"As Green Arrow or as a civilian?"

He fell silent and the others all laughed. He joined them.

"Regardless," Martian Manhunter said, "I think it's good he's allowing us to see his main base of operations."

"Yeah," agreed Superman, "I wonder what it'll be like."

Wonder Woman was the next to stand from her seat. "It will be quite the tour, I'm sure."

Part 2 Part 4

[perfctvelvet]

Megan Fox fics plssssssss

Last Call; Megan Fox/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Strangers, slight infidelity (reader is dating someone but not exclusive), semi-public sex, D/s elements, praise and teasing, oral sex (Megan receiving), boot riding

Being one of the few bars in the town with a 4am liquor license made Aire one of the more popular bars around. It was somewhat upscale, but not completely a high-end bar. Megan has been working behind the bar for almost a year now, but this isn't her first bartender rodeo. When it came to last call she always had to call one of the security guards to come get the hanger-ons who thought they still had a chance to pick someone up for the night.

Tonight was no different. Last call was announced and some people began to slink out while others stayed. It was now Saturday morning, and the usual crew of hanger-ons were still sitting at the bar, trying to get in one more drink before they were forced out. One person stood out like a sore thumb though: you.

Megan has never noticed you before and she considers herself quite talented with remembering names, faces, and stories. It's not like it never has happened before, but it was rare to see a woman sitting at the bar alone for hours until the final call. She's been watching you all night, but not in a creepy way. She is often curious and she is curious about you. You didn't look particularly sad, but it was rare that anyone who sits at the bar alone for hours until close wasn't ruminating over something.

"Hey," she called out to you, instantly grabbing your attention. "Did you hear it was last call? Do you need anything?"

"Oh, no thank you. I'm okay."

You thought the conversation was going to end right there and then, but she walked your way and stopped right in front of you. She rests her hands on the bar and looks at you until you look back at her. You felt a little displaced. The bar is not your usual choice for a night alone so you weren't used to this. Was she trying to get you to leave? You were about 1 of 15 people still inside. The only sound in the room was low chattering and the sound of glasses being cleaned and polished.

"Do you always sit at bars by yourself?"

"Never, but the day I'm having -- well had -- seems fitting."

Some would call Megan nosy, she called it great customer service. Hundreds of faces came in and out of here every single week and someone always had some sort of story. Happy ones, sad ones, bizarre ones; Megan has heard them all. She always found people's actions and the whys behind them to be so fascinating. If she had gone to college she probably would've studied psychology, but she found standing behind the bar and hearing people talk to be more fulfilling.

"What kind of day was it?"

"It's not that interesting."

"I'm not really concerned with how much it's going to wow me. I hear enough crazy stories in one day, that I don't mind the stories that people may think will dull me. So, what kind of day was it?"

You looked around to see where everyone was. The other bartender was at the far end and the closest person to the two of you was six seats away. It was unlikely that anyone was going to hear or care about what you had to say about your day.

"I'm starting to see this girl and she was talking about what she wants in bed, and it feels like she was describing someone who was the complete opposite of me."

"What do you mean?"

The sex stories patrons told weren't scant, but it was rare for someone to admit that they may or may not be lacking in the bedroom. You seemed so sweet, and a little shy, to Megan so your honesty was brave to her. However, she wasn't prepared for what you had to say next.

"She wants me to be submissive in the bedroom and...and I've never been that!"

Megan always does her best to keep an open mind yet here you are insinuating that you like to be the dominant one in bed and she's shocked. Maybe under that sweet demeanor was someone mean who could fuck their lover hard and right.

"Well, when she says submissive, does she mean hardcore stuff like restraints and whips?"

"No? At least I don't think so? We haven't explored all of that yet, we haven't even fucked yet! I used to consider myself to be more flexible and at the whims of my girlfriends, but I think I'm a little jaded by my ex-girlfriend, y'know? She was a little bit of a pillow princess, which I didn't mind, but it's been a long time since I've been vulnerable to let someone have control of me like that."

"Well is that what you want?"

"I don't know? I'm not opposed to it. I guess it just feels like another mental shift. This must be what it feels like for former ballerinas to try to dance again after decades of not doing so."

"Yet, even ballerinas still retain something. It's muscle memory. If it feels natural to you, then do it. You know..."

"Y/n."

"Y/n, you don't have to do things you're uncomfortable with, right?"

"I know, I know. It's just that I really like this girl and our dates have been amazing so far. Personality-wise we click so much, but for some reason I just struggle to break this mold. Maybe I've adapted a little bit of that dominance into my personality and it feels a part of me."

"So let me ask you this, if you were to start dating another partner and she wanted to keep things vanilla, how would you feel? No one in the situation is particularly dominant or submissive, it's just a passionate, go-with-the-flow, sort of situation."

"I don't know. I guess I wouldn't mind it either. Like I said earlier, I care a lot about my partner's pleasure and whatever they want, I will go along with it."

"Okay, but what do you want? I've met people who are dominant and liked be fucked rough and people who seem more docile be dominant -- like you. So, deep down, what do you feel? Do you want to fuck, be fucked, or just make love to someone?"

You sigh, thinking really hard about what your heart's current desires are. Maybe it was the alcohol or the rough work week you had, but you wanted someone to hold you sweetly while fucking your brains out. You wanted that so bad, not all the time, but right now you did. You just didn't know how to vocalize it. You didn't have to though because Megan read you like a book. A smirk spreads on her lips and she picks up your glass before dumping out the rest of your drink you weren't going to finish.

"We are always changing, Y/n. There's nothing wrong with that, and equally there is nothing wrong with saying what you want."

"Fine. I would love for that girl to top me." Admitting that was like a weight being lifted off of your shoulders. The break-up with your ex was rough and you probably held onto some things for that. It wouldn't be fair to bring that into a new relationship. You wanted to let go and do what you felt was right. The only thing is you were unsure if you could do that. This new girl is not a rebound and you weren't going to treat her like one. "I would love that, but I just don't know how to let go."

Megan cocks her head to the side. There was something about you that was so cute that she understands why this new person you're seeing wants to fuck the shit out of you. You were so tightly wound and seemed like the woman to always be in her head, overthinking every little action. In her personal life she seemed to be attracted to your type no matter how many times she had to remind herself that relationships are not a conquest. Yet, she felt moved to help you a little.

"You don't have to do it alone. There's plenty of people who would love to help you out."

The coquettish slant in her voice and the way she leans into the bar is enough to get her point across. Your heart starts to beat irregularly, and instantly you see the image of your new possible girlfriend in your head. You two weren't exclusive at all, in fact she talked about another date she might be going on with someone who isn't you. You can't be upset with her because on the very first date you two laid out the rules and discussed what it would mean if you two were exclusive. She told you you were free to see other people while you two still get to know each other, but just be safe and honest about it. Neither of you had the 'what are we' conversation yet. This was something like a movie; hot bartender offers to sleep with a patron instead of just kicking her out 30 minutes before close. You rationalized this situation by telling yourself that this will help out your future relationships.

"Do you happen to know one of those people?"

Megan's smile widens. She got you reeled in.

"Meet me around the back door. Bars' gonna close early tonight."

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You felt a little odd just standing there waiting for Megan. A chill had fallen over the night, which was now morning.

After every body was out, Megan ended her shift. She came out the back to you waiting for her. She half thought you would've left and just gone home. That wouldn't have been surprising at all, but it seems like you were serious about working out the kinks.

"My cars over there."

She points to a black SUV. It's not the biggest, but surely it could fit the two of them in her back seat.

"Okay."

You start walking towards her car, but you're stopped by her grabbing your hand. You stop dead in your tracks and look back at her in confusion. Megan has had this coy look on her face all night, almost as if she knows something that you don't. Looking at her sent electricity down your spine. Her eyes were piercing.

"Not yet," she says firmly. "Get on your knees."

Right here? Right now?

You almost asked that out loud, but you were too stunned to speak. At any moment Megan's co-workers could walk out and see them. She looked so confident and sure of herself though, maybe she has done this before and the people she works with are used to it? Surely anyone fucking on the property would get fired, but Megan didn't seem to worry about anything. You on the other hand worried. You wanted to feel free but it was going to feel free when you had the fear of getting caught stuck on the brain. You look around and there is not a single soul on these streets. Pretty soon the soon will start to rise and signal a new day, but right now you two were shrouded in darkness save for the outside light attached to the building.

You obey. After seconds of standing there, you finally obey and it makes Megan happy.

"Good girl," she purrs.

It's been so long since you've heard those words uttered to you in such a sweet manner. It scratched a deep itch that you had. You tried to picture the girl you're seeing saying those exact same words to you as you stare up at her, but all you can see is Megan.

Megan caresses the top of your head, enjoying the view of you down on your knees. It looks like you belong there in between her knees and looking up at her. The sight almost makes her moan. She had no clue what she was going to do with you when she asked you to meet her out back, but now her pussy is begging for attention.

"I want you to keep being a good girl for me, push my skirt up, and pull my thong down."

You do more than listen, you eagerly run your hands up her thighs to push her skirt up around her waist. The moment you were about to pull her thong down, she stopped you.

"Aht! Go slower. Don't rip the damn thing off of me!" Megan's tone is a little more harsh. In any other setting she would enjoy how eager you are to please, but she wants to take her time.

You feel slightly embarrassed but you push and continue anyway. You hook your fingers in the thin straps of her thong, but you don't pull them down her legs just yet. Instead you lean in and kiss her inner thigh. Megan instantly shivers and lets out a sigh that makes her sound like she's melting. You kiss her thigh again, remembering how much previous girlfriend's have gone crazy over that.

"Just like that."

You're happy to hear the approval in her voice instead of that nagging tone. You wanted to please her. At first you thought that you going down on her was going to give you power over her, but she's telling you what she wants, thus making you relinquish your autonomy in the situation. You find yourself waiting patiently for her next instructions; peppering butterfly kisses all over her inner thighs.

"I want you to suck on my clit like a good girl, okay? I know you can open that mouth and work wonders, I know you can."

It was every single encouraging word that left you hooked and addicted for more. You found solace in how she called you a 'good girl' and wanted to hear it over and over again. You need that, so you obey. Her thong comes down and your face is pressed against her dripping sex.

"Oh fuck!"

Megan is shocked at the sound that comes out her mouth. All you did was lick her clit once, but god you were so good at it. After a long shift that gave her an ache in her back from standing, you between her legs made her melt. She grabs a handful of your hair rather roughly. It's not like you were going to go anywhere, but she held onto you tightly.

"You sure you struggle with being a submissive little bitch?" She whispers between moans. She didn't mean to sound so harsh, she was just too turned on. And her words were turning you on. You found yourself wanting to perform for her, to be her good girl. "Don't stop," she moans again, breathlessly.

The juices coming from her pussy slide down your chin and you can feel it drop onto your bare knees. You never intended for this night to end in such a sloppy way, but with the way her juices mix with your saliva there was no other choice. You were slowly getting hooked on this stranger's taste; the way her legs quivered and her hips bucked at every lick. Her body was reacting in the way that your ex's always would when you went down on her, but everything felt different with Megan. You felt the flame deep in your belly and it made you desperate. So desperate that you pressed your clothed clit against her boot and started grinding against it. It wasn't the best feeling in the world but every little time you felt the friction against your clit you moaned into her pussy. Megan was shocked at how quickly you turned into a mess; then it dawned on her, this is who you were deep inside. It was like spilling your guts to a complete and utter stranger. It was so easy for you to give in and submit to her.

"Good fucking girl," she groans, clearly enjoying this all too much. "I should tell you how pathetic you look getting off on my shoe, but you just look so cute being this fucking thirsty for me...fuck me with your tongue!"

In seconds you slide your tongue past her slit and into her. Your hands are gripping her thighs but she grabs one of them and places it right on her clit. Instantly you start rubbing her clit.

"See you know what to do."

You can just hear the smile. There was still a little bite left in you and you enjoyed hearing her words turn to lewd moans as you rub her clit and tongue fuck her. The sounds coming from your mouth fill the back alley. It was downright filthy.

"Be a good girl and make me cum!"

She was close and you could feel her clit pulsing underneath your touch. She didn't give you permission, but you put your mouth back on her clit because you wanted to driveher higher. Your fingers don't just fall aside, you slide one into her and feel her warm walls wrap around it. If it weren't for you keeping her up, she might've been slumped over right now. Every single nerve seems to unwind as unadulterated pleasure washes over her. She moans and moans until she reaches her climax. Her voice gets caught in her throat as her cums seeps out of her and onto your face.

You feel something deep inside, nothing like it before. As Megan regains some of her composure she looks down at you and smiles. You almost feel like a dog that's about to be given a treat for good behavior. You should feel some sense of shame as you're not used to this, but instead you feel proud.

"Fuck," she lets her skirt fall down and she straightens up, "that was better than I thought it would be, no offense."

You were staring up at her with her cum on your face, of course you weren't offended. You wiped your mouth clean with your sleeve and stood up. Megan pulled up her panties and noticed how she could hear the birds chirping. The sun would slowly start to light the sky in about 20 or so minutes. She couldn't wait to go home and knock out after that.

"I think you'll do just fine," she pats you on the shoulder, something that feels oddly condescending. "But, if you ever need the reminder, I always work the closing shifts on Tuesdays and Fridays."

You didn't know what to say. You hoped you didn't need to come back and that everything with your new sort-of-relationship will work out. However, you feel a little pang in your stomach. Is it guilt for what you did? Is it sadness that it's over? Only time will tell.

[eurydicees]

Also, I just saw you’re 23, I am too! It’s rough out here. Another idea: any characters, what’s it like being 23? Where are they at this point? I feel like hq shows that as being sooo grown up but like I’m just a big teenager right?? Idk just rambling

being 23 is so rough sometimes lmfao. i've got friends from high school getting married and friends from college having early life crises. i'm working full time and living alone but tbh mostly feel like i'm playing at house rn more than i am living on my own. whatever. it's fine. early 20s is just a silly time of life. anyways i don't have a fic for u but i Do have a headcanon list.

in no particular order, haikyuu characters as stupid things i've done in my early twenties:

atsumu: having a brother who is a chef does not prevent him from forgetting to take the cheese packet out of the mac and cheese box and dumping that into boiling water with the pasta.

udai: does not remember the last time he ate a vegetable.

oikawa: friends all went to a party without him and his coping method was getting so so so wasted on white rum and falling asleep on the living room carpet immediately after giving another friend a tarot card reading saying their breakup is imminent (to be fair, it was. but it was still kinda rude).

iwaizumi: after class, was led to a private stairwell by a friend, jokes "haha are you taking me to a hidden location to kill me." and then received a love confession. proceeded to say "uh. i'll think about it." then did finger guns. and said "im just gonna. go" and then fucking. ran. like not exaggerating, ran.

kageyama: went on a date. did Not At All Know it was a date, despite the very very obvious flirting. yes this was the same person as in the previous bullet point. don't look at me like that.

akaashi: took a 100 level class senior year and did not pay attention to a single lecture. instead wrote thousands of words of fanfiction in the classroom every day.

atsumu (again): another cooking one. i just think he'd be a terrible cook. sorry. anyways. "it's been 20 min, why isn't this scallion pancake im pan frying cooking yet?" (<- did not turn on the stove burner.)

yachi: hm the light in this room doesn't work. guess i'll just learn to see in the dark instead of inconveniencing anyone by asking to fix it.

akaashi (again): completely fell in love at first sight, but fast forward five months and it actually somehow worked out? however the five months were filled with the most insufferable pining possible, which could have been resolved so so so easily. also started talking about marriage, like, six months in.

bokuto: got sad. went out into a raging snowstorm in socks and no jacket. laid down in the snow for a long time. somehow, miraculously, didn't get a cold afterwards?

akaashi and/or yachi: changed majors and career paths because a pretty upperclassman asked them to. (i am very happy in my chosen path but jesus christ THAT was why i did it?)

hinata: flew from coast to coast of the country, then drove halfway back to the midwest in the span of three days. started a new job on the fourth day. didn't sign a lease on an apartment until the fifth day.

semi: skipped a day of work to drive four hours there and four hours back for a fall out boy concert. totally worth it but driving at 4am after a concert wasn’t the smartest thing ever to be done.

kuroo: started reading homestuck in the year of our lord 2024. this is an attempt to remain in contact with long distance friendships (by doing a bookclub) but jesus fucking christ dude.

ok this is getting too long and i needed to be ready for work, like 15 min ago lol. maybe i'll write more of these later, but i hope you enjoy these and my silly disasters are a little comforting :)

[daengtokki]

Can you do a one shot of Blind Date!Seungmin comforting and just being sweet and emotionally supportive of mc?? I need more some cozy soft minnie

thank you!

August, 4AM

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: ~1.1k

rating: fluff -`♡´-

comments: Soft boyfriend Seungmin is always good and welcome 🤍 also easy to sneak into their timeline for 2023

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The phone buzzes again. Just another text, and you know who it is, but you don’t have the energy to answer. You don’t even have the energy to turn over and look at it. The empty bed isn’t the best place for you right now, but there’s nowhere else to go, and there’s nowhere you need to be.

Another text. And then a phone call. You ignore that, too, because you you’ve been crying too long and too hard.

But you do turn when you hear a video call come through. Only one person does that.

Seungmin speaks before you even see him come into view.

“Baby what are you doing, why are you crying? You look like you’ve been crying all day”

“Just a few hours”

“Just a few hours?” His head tilts to the side like a puppy, and you laugh for the first time all day. “That sounded better, now tell me what’s wrong. Why are you upset? Is it me?”

“No, of course it’s not you”

“I texted you a few times, you didn’t answer…don’t make me worry. Did you get some sleep?”

His voice is so quiet and gentle and patient.

“I didn’t, no…what are you doing? When are you coming home?”

“I just finished packing, and we are headed to the airport”

“To come home?”

“Yeah, coming home”

Both of you are quiet for a moment—you just stare at the screen, he’s preoccupied double checking his room as he heads out.

“A few other stops first, probably, then home. So it might be very late. But we can talk if you want...”

“I’ll be here”

Seungmin manages a wave, and then you hear familiar voices join him, so you know he has to hang up. But before he does, he brings his face up to the screen and kisses.

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The beep of the keypad is so loud in the quiet hallway, and he’s sure it’s echoing all the way into the apartment and through every wall. Seungmin hopes you’re asleep, and he doesn’t want to wake you yet.

Everything is amplified as he walks in and sets his bags down. The tv is on, so he can at least see where he’s going, and he doesn’t trip on his way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. He grabs two, then thinks better of it and grabs one more. Now he heads for the bedroom.

The string lights are on, the puppy nightlight is on, and the bathroom door is cracked just enough to see some light coming through. You’re a small, curled up lump on the far side of the bed—half covered by the blanket, Seungmin’s pillow and yours both stuffed under your head, and when he walks around the bed, he sees your Daengmo plush wrapped up in your arms. He still doesn’t want to wake you, you look so comfortable and deeply asleep. But very gently, he sets the bottles on the table, and then he starts to undress, because usually, you sense his presence and wake up on your own.

It takes you a while this time, and Seungmin knows you’re exhausted, so he’s not surprised when you don’t stir until he climbs onto the bed and opens his beer. Even then, you only kick your feet and roll over on your back. He has to lean down and place a kiss on your cheek before you finally open your eyes.

“Minnie” your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying, “you’re here.”

“I’m here, peach. Did you fall asleep when we got off the phone?”

“Eventually,” you sit yourself up and scoot into his open arms. “What time is it? Did you bring me one?”

He hands you his open bottle, then grabs another for himself.

“It is 4:15…do you feel any better?

“I’m better now that you’re here”

“Why have you been so upset? What’s going on?”

You lay against him and press your cheek into his chest. One arm wraps tight around your shoulders, the other lifts his beer to his mouth until he downs half of it.

“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s a lot of things piling up and getting to me. I left work early and might take some time off.”

“You just feel sad? I understand, I get that way sometimes.”

When you don’t answer, he pulls you closer and sets his chin on top of your head. “Time off is good, I’ll be here for a few days, if you want company.”

“You always tell me, right?”

“Tell you what?”

“When you get sad”

“When I need to talk about it, yes. Promise.” Seungmin reaches and sets his empty bottle on the table, grabs the last one, opens it. “Sometimes I think you’re more…what was it you called me before? Stoic...you’re more stoic than I am. So maybe we should get some sleep, and talk more in the morning.”

“After you finish that.” You finally take a drink of your own. “How was your flight? And the trip? And your tiktok dance challenge?”

“My tiktok dance…uhm, oh oh,” his eyes widen a little, “jealous? You never get jealous.”

“Maybe…it was a cute. They were cute. You were even more cute.”

He squeezes you tight, “you're cute, and you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you.”

“Do they have eyes for you…do they flirt with you?”

Your chin is lifted until he can look you in the eyes, but he doesn’t talk—he waits a few moments, then kisses you once on the lips. “No, not really. They don’t look at me the way you do. Nobody does.”

“I don’t believe that.” You reach up and pinch his cheek. “Have you seen yourself?”

Seungmin smiles and shows you his teeth, then shakes his head back and forth, “did that…get to you, maybe? And jump on your pile of bad things and knock everything over?”

The look he gives you is clever and endearing, and one eye closes slowly until he’s winking. He just knows. He can read your mind sometimes. You make it easy, though.

“You’re allowed to feel jealous sometimes, but you don’t need to worry, k?”

“I know, I just miss you. And of course I want your company, pup. You’re the only company I need.”

He’s thinking—trying to get his next words in order. “How would you feel about other company? Me and you aaand—“

Before you answer, you catch up with where his second bottle is. “You wanna let our secret out…more? I’m starting to think we’re not actually a secret anymore.”

“Maybe. But dinner with just,” he holds up two fingers, “whatever you’re in the mood for, they’re not picky.”

“When? Soon? Before you leave?”

You’re perking up, and he can tell. The color is returning to your cheeks, and he helps it along by pinching gently at them. “Yes, how about the Wednesday night?”

[simonsrosebud]

“It becomes kind of a lost and found situation” MY GOD. I WANT TO KNOW MORE PRETTY PLEASE

AHHH my wish is ur command, this is the full rundown on how Andrew stumbled upon Blake and brought her and Elliot into his and Neil’s family

So Andrew waits in the shed and catches her when she opens it. Mans is bored okay let him live.

Blake drops the bike and tries to run, and promptly trips in the still wet grass from when it rained an hour before. She kinda twists her ankle and tries to run again but can’t, and Andrew tells her to get up. She’s the same height as him and all fight, yet quickly folds when reality sinks. She begs him with mud on her arms and side of the face not to call the police or her dad “I-I was just- the 24 hour pharmacy is six miles away and I can’t drive and I just needed-” she’s close to hyperventilating and starts trying to back away. And Andrew tells her to knock it off. “You do this three times a week” boom got her. “I… I work there.” “At the pharmacy” “At the checkout counter,” she scowls. “At midnight” “I have school” “Not at 4pm” “I- look, are you going to get me in trouble or not?” “Contemplating it. Tell me the truth first.”

Blake works at the 24 hour CVS at 12-4am bc she doesn’t trust leaving her brother at home when she’s not there. Night time is safe bc everyone is asleep and safe. When she tells Andrew her brother is 14 and not like 3 he tries not to assume the worst. Because of this, he gives her Neil’s ratty old bike that’s been sitting for years, pumps the tires, and drops it on the grass for her. “Petal with one foot”

I should mention that he does this not bc he feels bad about her working at 15 years old but because he can’t won’t afford to get involved. She’s not his kid, she doesn’t know him, he has no ties or responsibility to her. He doesn’t know her situation, she never says anything about abuse and not every situation is like his own past, but he just has this sick feeling anyway.

That should’ve been the end of it, but two weeks later the bike shows up back in the shed looking like it’s been run over. A note attached reads “i’m sorry”. Andrew leaves $20 by the electric bike and writes “take the fucking bus” under her handwriting. 4 days later the money is gone.

Blake is gone for another 4 weeks, and then when Andrew can’t sleep one night he sits outside smoking a tiny bit of weed (bc Neil made him give up cigarettes long ago) and he catches her walking down the sidewalk. She freezes bc she was definitely about to borrow the electric bike again. This time he allows it. Neil hasn’t used the thing consistently since he was 38 (4 yrs ago) anyway.

2 weeks later he catches her outside again, this time texting Renee who is on the other side of the world for something he doesn’t care enough about, and Blake has a bruise on her jaw and a cut on her cheek, bandages around her one wrist/hand. “Bicycle accident” is what she says. “Funny. The bicycle is scuff free” He sees the brief panic in her face. “Who is hurting you?” bigger panic “No one, you’re crazy” “Maybe once. I know abuse when I see it” “fuck you, you don’t know me” he scares her off. No trace of Blake for 2 months, bike untouched.

2 months later, Andrew goes to the 24 hour CVS to get smth idk, not thinking ab it being Blake’s workplace, but what do u know? Blake is at the counter wearing a turtleneck in summer. She doesn’t notice him w her headphones in, and smth in Andrew cracks when she lifts a scratched up a bruised hand to lightly pull the neck down and itch, revealing the bruises. Her eyes are hollow when she sees him, recognition insignificant, but as soon as she realizes what he’s rlly looking at she silently shakes her head as if saying “no, not here, not now, not in front of others pls don’t say anything”.

Andrew leaves without purchasing anything.

However, when she steps outside 20 minutes later post-shift Andrew is waiting on the hood of his car. “If you lie to me, I will call the police and you can let them find out who choked you.”

Scratchy voiced, like she screamed too hard at a concert, she says “No-No please don’t, I can’t- you can’t call the police” “Give me one good reason not to” “He’ll- I’m only 15, they’ll make me quit my job and we can’t to afford- and they’ll split us up, and he- Elliot won’t- he can’t- oh my god” she starts breathing heavily and raggedly and trips over herself into the brick wall of the CVS. She’s never had a panic attack before and she can’t catch her breath and is she allergic to something? Is she dying? Andrew makes her sit without touching her, and waits her out patiently until she’s breathing normally.

“Please don’t call anyone” “Then show me” “Why? What the hell do you even want?” Andrew wishes he had an answer to that but he doesn’t. What does he want? For this kid to not die at the hands of someone else? To get off better than he had? Andrew’s been retired from exy for 6 years now, and sure, he got bored sometimes, but aiding a teenager he didn’t know out of abuse or through the foster system wasn’t something he was really looking to add to his plate.

To be honest, he’d been hoping that the bruises were from a boyfriend that she could just break up with. But Andrew knew better.

He wouldn’t know without seeing her wounds, though, and he’d done the trade game once to know that sometimes it worked. He pulled the sleeve of his shirt up and showed her his scars. She didn’t know who he was, there was no one for her to tell. He didn’t care anymore as it was.

“I gave myself these when I was younger than you. When things got worse, I got myself sent to juvie just to get away from it. I will make you a deal. You tell me the truth about what is going on, and I will get you away from it.”

“Not to juvie, I hope” she jokes meekly. He shakes his head and she just deflates. “It’s our dad” she whispers like he can hear her “He was always rough handed, but then our mom died two years ago and he just started getting really bad. Like, slaps me or spanks me for talking back, or-or throws shit all the time. I had- my hands were all wrapped up cause he threw a vase and it shattered, and I had to clean it up cause he won’t and he just- he just shoved me down into all the broken pieces and it cut me all up” she was crying again, shaking hands pressed to her eyes “and he almost drowned Elliot cause he thought throwing him in the lake over and over again would teach him to swim,” and oh that was an ugly sob “so now I make Elliot st-stay after school for sports and go right to his room after. I’ve been cooking our meals since mom died but dad doesn’t go to the grocery store and sometimes he barely gives me enough money to get food, so I’ve been working-” Blake cuts herself off bc she is trying not to panic again, and when she opens her puffy eyes she’s met with Andrew’s calm but blank stare.

Andrew doesn’t have the luxury of staging a car accident anymore, though. “And the neck?” “I told him I wish he died instead of mom” “Good”. Andrew stands and unlocks the car “We are going to get your brother, and then I am getting you out of the house. How long will it take for him to notice that you’re gone?” Blake looks scared again “I-I don’t know, he’ll notice, but he probably won’t do anything about it until night time. But he-he has my location on my phone”

Easy fix, she turns the location feature off and Andrew drives her to him and Neil’s house first bc he wants Neil as extra help just in case. “The girl that broke into the shed” “Oh, uh, hi? Why is she outside our bedroom?” Andrew switches to German “Her father beats her and favors drowning her brother.” Neil sits up bc okay that’s got his attention, and the first thing he says, albeit cautiously, is, “Does he… do I need to call-” “No” and phew thank god. Neil doesn’t need two confirmed hits on his hands. It’s been 23 years since he got rid of Grayson for Jean.

“We need to go get him out of the house, and in the morning we need to call our lawyer. For them” “Why not the police?” “She said no.” it’s so telling that that’s enough for Neil to get on board “Well, alright. Not forever, but definitely for the night”

Blake is kinda taken back by all of Neil’s scars bc he was sleeping shirtless after all, but then they’re leaving the house again and Blake is on the phone with Elliot that only gives Andriel a one sided convo about “we’re getting out of there for good, pack what you absolutely need, the rest we’ll… i don’t know, we’ll get another time, maybe…. yes, i’ll be there soon. don’t leave your room, i’m gonna go in and pack and then we’re out. quick and quiet, hear me?”

Anyway, luckily their dad isn’t even home they don’t know why. Neil sees Elliot looking through the window as they pull in, and when they follow Blake up the stairs Elliot trips backwards away from them “Who the fuck are they?” “We’re neighbors, kind of. We’re getting you out of here, take it or leave it” “El, it’s fine, please, I promise”

Neil goes with Elliot, who has a black eye and bruises from rough fingers on his forearm. “Dad left in a rampage when he saw you were gone, i told you that job wasn’t fucking worth it”

But then all four of them are safe in Andrew and Neil’s house, and King immediately goes over to Elliot who promptly collapses into a panic attack against the front door. He and Blake sleep in the guest bedroom except they really don’t sleep bc Andrew and Neil can hear the hushed whispers and questions and crying, because they might be in a strangers house and they might not know what comes next but they’re out and they’re safe and they’re going to be okay.

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Nefer.

Summary:

Maybe the only way you can learn about your powers is with shock therapy. You didn't even know the extent they have. So S.H.I.E.L.D decided to send you on a mission they belived not to be Avenger typa deanger, they were wrong. Marc Spector case seems to be much more profound and obscure that it appears.

*This chapter is just a preface (it literally says prologue lol) so take that into account,

*Reader is fem and already has a name (you are Nefer dear), but you can like completely ignore that name and use yours.

Prologue.

It is 4am. You usually wake up at that hour, the training is beyond all bearing and you already state that you'll never use pills to the stress cause by it.

" You have to be able to control your brain on your own Nefer, if not, you'll have to be put down." That's what Nicholas Fury told you when S.H.I.E.L.D take you in. You think just like him, what it's going to be of you if your wellbeing depends on a pharmacist with a chemical engineering degree who just wants to capitalize on your suffering so that you buy more of his Lorazepam.

Anyways, he wasn't refering to that when he said that sentence. Nicholas meant that you need to be able to control your powers, so you can finally be a confirmed Avenger.

It's frustrating, seeing everyone around you having a symbiosis with their supernatural abilities. Even Peter with just 15 years did it in less than a week. But you couldn't do it in 19 years, not even when 5 of those years consisted on studying your might, a fucking failure.

In fact, if it weren't for Tony, Bruce and their test, today you would still not know the label of your powers. Apparently you can somehow work with Love and beauty but we don't exactly know the dimension of this. You always suspected it tho.

"Denisse could you take care of Nefertiti for a few minutes, please?" Said Carmela, Nefertitis mother, leaving the living room leaving no place for a response. "Aren't you the most cute girl hm?" said aunt Denisse looking right at the baby of 1 year old in front of her. The little girl stretched her arms to try and touch her belly. "Oh, you like my t-shirt? look it has color pink! you like color pink right Nefi?" Nefertiti smiled at her, trying to say something but failing because of her lack of speaking ability, still she managed to mumble some words, or an attempt of them. "baba- babs-bybybyby" "Baba? papa? you want your daddy? your dada? i'll go find him baby" baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. That was the word. baby, baby, baby, baby. "baba- babababa- byyy-baaaa by- baby-baby-baby" the child yelled the word alone in the living room. Of course the sound alerted the whole family making everyone run towars the living room, just to find Nefer repeting the word baby with her eyes closed. "I can't belive this... Anton, get the camera! Nefer is saying her first word!!!" said the mother of the little girl to her husband, kneeling in front of her to praise her for her intelligence. Meanwhile aunt Denisse remaind standing in the doorframe with a frown on her face. Nefertiti's first word was baby and she was uncontrollably saying it, now with her eyes open looking right on hers. A few seconds later Carmela notice the weird behavior, she thought that maybe Denisse or her husband were making silly faces and movements so her baby would look at them. But when she looks backwards the only thing she sees is her sister touching her belly. "Baby in here?" mutters Denisse while pointing at her belly. Nefertitis smile gets bigger and she starts nodding with her head. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. "Are you pregnant..?" "Yes."

Your mother would always tell you that story. How did you know your aunt was pregnant? no one knows, no, actually you do now. You guess that it is one of your abilities. You don't exacly know how the fuck could could you use that for an Avenger mission but at least you knew it was your thing.

Your family also told you storys about how you would talk about couples that weren't actually together and years later got married. At first everyone thought that maybe you could see the future but that wasn't it.

Or about the many times people would do what you told them to do just because you were the prettiest girl they ever saw. And i'm talking about an extreme dimension. People doing ilegal things on autopilot just because a pretty 7 year old girl told them to.

Bruce says that you have some type of higher intelligence when it comes to femenine aspects like fertility and love and that you clearly have some type of absolute beauty that if you learn how to use, it could be very powerful.

But for now, you are useless. You can't be on Avengers missions if you don't know when are your powers going to strike and in who are they going to strike. That's why you have to wake up at 4 am every day to train your powers. That's what you been doing for the last 5 years.

And that definitly has to change now.

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XV. COMPLICATED FREAK

SPARE PARTS: a series (15/20)

EN ROUTE TO AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

(W) strong language, mention of drug use, sliight fingering

a/n a short one (only 2.8k) because i’ve just been so damn busy with work and uni. the next part will make up, i promise.

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Amelia and Charlie quickly discovered their only moments in complete solitude are early, early mornings on the bus. Amelia’s finally gotten used to the ass-crack of dawn starts, and with the promise of an uninterrupted hour with her best friend, she’s more than fine disrupting her beauty sleep to sneak out her and Niall’s usual hotel room.

Charlie suggested their time together be spent in her hotel room – where she doesn’t have to drag herself up and out at 4AM. Yet Amelia insisted if she wasn’t allowed to ride on the band’s glamorous bus, she’d at least gossip in it when she can.

This time, it’s about Niall. Specifically Amelia finally telling Niall she’s been let off from her job in London, and that this styling gig has essentially been her lifeline.

Niall wasn’t mad she lost her job. He could never be angry at her for something like that; he was only upset she didn’t tell him sooner. Charlie, however, ever the pessimist about their relationship (Amelia was hers before Niall fell for her at Charlie’s 18th) decided the only valuable solution is to,

“Break up. I’m just putting it out there.”

“You always put that out there. You said that when he stole my cereal that time.”

“And I still stand by that being a valid reason. Look, it wouldn’t be awkward. If anything, it would be better because–”

“We’re not breaking up. Now, distract me. How’s your crazy, insane love life I’m vicariously living through?”

Charlie’s heart plummets. That’s the last thing she wants to think about. For years, the most complicated aspect of her so called ‘love life’ was guy who wanted nothing romantically more than to occasionally fuck her. Now, after all this time, that same guy suddenly wants her and, well. Harry.

“It’s not crazy,” Charlie mumbles, not wholly convinced. “Except…” she chews at her lip, toying with the idea of saying it aloud for the first time.

After their last encounter, and the consequential waking up beside him for the first time, Charlie decided to bury herself deep into a cosy pit of denial. Which was quickly dug out when Harry smiled at her in rehearsals, and didn’t call her princess once during their last stop in Antwerp. It’s starting to get difficult to deny that something is going on.

“Except…?” Amelia prompts, pausing as she ties her short locks up.

Charlie heaves a sigh. Maybe saying it aloud would confirm its ridiculousness.

“I think Harry likes me.”

She expected a theatre-worthy gasp, a screech, even a thump across her arm. Any indication that Amelia finds the insinuation as insane as Charlie does. And, yet…

“Yeah, no shit.” Amelia scoffs. Scoffs.

Taken aback, Charlie frowns. “What?”

Amelia’s lips twitch, humour lacing her tone as she takes in her clearly oblivious best friend. She looks a picture of shock, a hint of betrayal even. Amelia’s no dummy, however. She knew the moment Charlie confessed to her and Louis about their whole deal that it would never end as simply as Charlie believed it would. 

“Look, remember when you came out to be in year eight?”

“... yeah?”

“Remember what I said to you?”

Despite it being nearly ten years ago, Charlie doesn’t have to wrack her brain for that memory. It’s crystal clear. After school, a thirteen year old Charlie wrung her hands on her purple bedding whilst trying to pluck up the courage to come out to her best friend who, well.

“You said you already knew.”

“Exactly.”

Charlie shakes her head. “What does that have to do with anything, though?”

“This is like that, Char. I knew years before you told me about your bisexuality.”

“What are you saying?”

“That it is so painfully obvious that Harry likes you, dude.”

“What the fuck?” Charlie grows defensive. Denial. “No it’s not.”

“Obvious to everyone but you, apparently.” Amelia mumbles under her breath, already spotting how quickly Charlie’s defence is going to spiral into a one sided argument.

“Oh shut up, it is not.” Charlie stands, wringing her hands (much like a younger version of herself) and beginning to pace while Amelia throws her head back – regretting ever saying anything. “Harry’s hated me for the last six years, he’s only acting a bit nicer because he’s banging me.”

Amelia puffs out an exhale, tipping her head back to watch Charlie go back and forth.

“What do little boys do when they have a playground crush?”

“That is bullshit misogyny fed to girls so they grow up thinking men being mean is a form of affection.”

“True… but it kinda applies here, babe.”

“Harry does not like me.” Charlie collapses back onto the sofa, sending a cushion flying.

“I thought you said he did?” Amelia lilts, amused.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

Amelia chuckles lightly to herself, grabbing her phone and standing.

“Where are you going?” Charlie snaps, tone still accidentally stuck in rebuttal mode.

“It’s 5AM, I have to go to my shitty bus.” Amelia pushes her sunglasses onto her face, biting her bottom lip behind a wide smile. “See you in Amsterdam, hope you’re ready to get mashed out of your mind!” She calls as she leaves, shedding a ray of blinding light onto the bus before slamming the space back into silence.

Charlie grabs a pillow, and screams into it.

The bus journey to Amsterdam is just under two hours, but everyone heads straight to the beds upon boarding to get a few extra hours of kip before the day ahead: knowing full well the next few hours will consist of weed, weed, and more weed.

Charlie, however, is wide awake.

She’s never been one for naps, anyway, but her conversation with Amelia has her wracked. Sure, she was developing suspicions of her own. Hell, Harry practically admitted it in their bar argument in Paris. But she could tuck herself away safely in thinking she was simply overthinking everything; for Amelia to say it’s obvious is shit to the fan. 

So she leaves her bed, returning to the living area to grab a herbal tea and maybe get some piece of mind. She doesn’t want the guys’ day to be ruined by the drug inevitably heightening her anxiety.

Except the literal source of her worries is sat right there, on the very sofa her and Amelia were debriefing on, strumming Niall’s guitar and humming something softly to himself.

Charlie couldn’t completely identify why, but she nearly melts at the sight of him. Sweatpants and an accompanying black hoodie, his hair tied back into his usual bun par a few stray curls fighting their way to his nape, ringless fingers pressed against the guitar neck as he concentrates. Something about him being there eased her nausea, despite him also being the perpetrator. 

At the door opening and closing, Harry looks up, brows furrowed and pick between his teeth as his fingers and harmonising halts.

“Sorry,” Charlie quickly feels embarrassed, like she’s been caught out despite only being stood there for all of five seconds. “I just came out for some tea.”

Harry’s features soften, his own stomach flipping at the mere presence of her.

“Sure.” He starts to prop Niall’s guitar up, ever careful of the years old paint job the whole band were under strict instructions to not mess up, but Charlie wastes no time in rushing over to see what he was doing.

“Whatcha’ writing?”

“Nothing– hey,” Harry reaches for Charlie after she snatches the notebook on the coffee table, quickly turning her back to read it, “give that back.”

Harry’s stomach goes from flipping to sinking while he stands, towering over Charlie to try and grab the pages back – but she’s quick, hugging it to her chest as she rushes to stand on the sofa.

“If I’m going to be eventually singing this to thousands of people I want to know know if it’s shit before I’m up there.” Charlie teases, ignoring the way Harry tries to plead with his eyes to give it back. He crosses his arms, accepting his fate as Charlie lifts the pad up to the ceiling and reads it from above her. 

She got wrapped up in somebody else,

I'm wrapped up stuck in love with myself.

I never saw this coming around,

But I miss her skin on me now.

Huh, Charlie thinks, this isn’t as terrible as expected.

Tip of my tongue she's pulling my hair.

I do what she wants anywhere,

Back seat of the car and up in the air.

Charlie gulps. Up in the air?

Turned up too late one too many times,

Bad choice of words in my alibi.

Charlie begins to sink, the notebook coming down to a height Harry could easily grab it from, but he barely notices. He’s too busy studying Charlie’s face – trying to read her mind, worry bouncing from bone to bone. 

Sure, he didn’t say her name – but he knows she’s not stupid.

“Charlie–”

“This is good stuff, Harry,” Charlie doesn’t look up, her eyes glued on the words, heart thumping so hard against her ribs she’s sure it’s audible. “Rachel?”

Harry’s tongue pokes his cheek. Rachel?

“Charlie.” He deadpans, his voice heavy.

“What?” Charlie sniffs, straightening her back and trying to force humour into her tone as she finally looks at him. That makes her falter, but she keeps on the straight and narrow. “She’s a lovely girl. I’m sure she’d appreciate this… can we call it a love song? What’s this, tip of my tongue–”

“Quit being a dick.” Harry finally grabs the pad back, throwing it back onto the coffee table beside his pen and the pick he stole from Louis. Charlie jumps down from the sofa, hovering as Harry collapses on the opposing one, rubbing his face in his hands.

“It’s genuinely a good song,” Charlie kicks his feet, forcing him to look at her.

“You think?” Maybe she couldn’t tell it was about her, Harry starts to tell himself.

“Mhm,” Charlie flicks the kettle on by the small stove, ransaking the cupboards for the green tea she was bullied for bringing but is beyond grateful for now. “For the next album?”

If I pretend I didn’t clock something weird, Charlie thinks, then nothing weird happened.

Harry stands, Charlie’s back to him as she makes her tea. HIs eyes rake over her properly for the first time since she stepped in the room; she’d changed into sweats to try and nap, and his t-shirt – fuck, his t-shirt. He never wants it back.

Playing with fire, he grabs Charlie’s waist. She jolts at the contact, her breath catching in her throat, her gut tightening. But she doesn’t move. She lets him tuck his chin over her shoulder, watching her hands work to pour the water, to sugar the tea, to stir the bag.

The longer she lets him stay there, the bolder he gets.

Harry wraps his arms around her torso completely now, slightly rocking them as he nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Despite the touch being all too domestic, Charlie sinks into him – lets his fingers span her stomach, lets his lips graze her skin.

Although, “Harry, someone could walk in.”

“So?” He murmurs against her shoulder, his fingers trailing lower. Her breath hitches again.

“Harry…” She warns softly, but she doesn’t stop him.

His fingers tease the edge of her sweatpants over the material of his shirt, the one she wears without a second thought anymore, because ‘its comfy.’ He lifts the tee, grazing her bare abdomen, now. Fingers tracing the ANGEL tattoo that resides there.

“Is this okay?” He asks, lips closer to her ear now. Charlie closes her eyes, tilting her head back to his shoulder. She turns her head, eyes level with his lips – red and plump and so deliciously kissable – while nodding. 

Before his hand slips into her joggers, he leans his head down to catch her lips in a soft kiss. Nearly chaste, but with the way Charlie snakes her hand round to his nape to deepen it, that doesn’t last long and soon Harry’s fingers are sinking into Charlie’s pants.

She gasps into his mouth when his middle finger makes contact with her clit, tapping with a slowness that’s nearly agonising before circling harder, faster. Trying to keep quiet, Charlie bites her lip, letting her head fall onto his shoulder completely while she grips the counter with her free hand. Her fingers sink into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging his bun into a mess, but Harry wouldn’t notice a bullet right now.  

The door, however, might be an issue.

“Hey– oh shit.”

“Fuck,” Harry quickly moves away from Charlie, the two of them scampering to get decent again (the boner Harry was harbouring no longer hidden by Charlie’s back) while Liam turns, too. All three of them as flustered as the other.

“I’m, uh, shit, sorry,” Liam doesn’t know what to say, what to think. He’s not even certain he saw what he saw. His fingers rake his hair as he stands awkwardly by the door, unsure of whether to go back to the beds or stay stationary in this Hell.

“Liam, it’s fine, it’s our fault.” Charlie hurries to shake it off, to try and rationalise.

Harry’s still trying to find a way to hide his hard-on when Liam turns, settling for a cushion that only emphasises the issue. Liam’s eyes flicker to the obnoxious lips Charlie bought for the bus last tour that cover Harry’s groin. He squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“We can explain.” Harry starts, uncertain of how to finish.

“I don’t… you don’t need to explain… I didn’t even really see any–”

“Harry and I are sleeping together.” Charlie blurts. Harry sends her a sideways glare as if to say what the fucking fuck?

Liam exhales sharply, hands on his hips now. “Right. Okay. Alright, that explains a lot, actually.”

“That… what? Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Look,” Harry continues, “we’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the guys. We just think it would complicate things, and–”

“Louis knows.”

“What?”

“I may as well get it out now,” Charlie folds and unfolds her arms, entering a space of panic. Harry throws his cushion away, erection long gone. “I told Amelia, obviously, and then she told Louis. Well, kind of. Turns out he did see us that one time.”

“Oh, great. So Niall knows, too, then.”

“No, she only told Louis. Amelia wouldn’t tell Niall.”

“Charlie, come on.” Harry cocks his head. Charlie glances at Liam for help, but he only shrugs. Who was she kidding?

“Shit,” Charlie murmurs. “Niall knows.”

“Wait, so,” Liam waves his arms about, “how long have you guys actually been fucking?”

The pair spoke at the same time.

“I don’t know.”

“Since London.”

“Since London?” Liam splutters. “You do realise how stupid this is, right?”

“Yes, but–”

“Why is it stupid?” Harry barks. 

“Because you guys hate each other, so when it inevitably goes wrong, the whole band’s fucked.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Harry defends, quickly enough to make Charlie frown at him.

“Could’ve sworn this door was sound proof." Tired brogue suddenly enters the scene, a sleepy Niall walking into the argument whilst rubbing his eyes. “What’s the fuss?”

Before Charlie or Harry have the chance to explain themselves, Liam steps into his role as appointed band-dad and accusingly points at the pair.

“Did you know about this?”

“About what?” Niall heads over to Charlie’s untouched tea, grabbing the mug and taking a sip before gagging at the fact it’s herbal, not English. Charlie rolls her eyes, taking back the cup. 

“Them!” Liam sounds like he’s going to implode.

“Oh, that? Yeah, Lia told me ages ago.” Niall confirms it. Amelia’s a fucking tattletale.

“Jesus, so everyone knows.” Harry groans into his hands, sinking onto the sofa. 

“What do you think to it all?” Liam asks Niall.

“The fuck’s going on out here? Mother’s meeting?” Louis joins the party now, and so Charlie collapses beside Harry in defeat.

"This is what we get for you being all 'so? who cares if anyone walks in?'" Charlie mutters to Harry.

"Fuck off, you were enjoying it." Harry mutters back.

It was to be expected, really. They would be caught out at some point, especially with how reckless they were. Fingered while making tea, really? If anything right now, she wants to yell at Harry. Then at herself for losing herself so easily in him.

“Just discussing how Charlie and Harry have apparently been banging since the beginning of tour.”

“Not the beginning beginning–”

“London is the beginning.” Liam cuts Charlie’s protests off.

“London? You didn’t tell me it was that far back.”

“I thought you said Amelia told Louis?” Harry turns to Charlie.

“Oh, fucking Hell!” Charlie explodes. “Yes, me and Harry have been sleeping together. So fucking what? I’ve seen you all snort cocaine off of the same stripper’s ass in Vegas at Louis’ 21st, there has been far worse done in this band so I’d appreciate it if we’d all just move on!”

“Jesus, Charlie.” Niall mumbles. “I didn’t do it off her ass.”

“Yeah, and she was actually a lovely lady–”

“I don’t care!” Charlie stands. “We all know, we all are shocked, now let’s get on with the fucking day. I’m going to bed.”

Just as Charlie braces the door to be slammed, she remembers one acute detail.

“And no one tell Zayn.”

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[hiddenendings]

The official Blanktember calendar is here! 4 weeks of general prompts and 30 days of specific prompts for a month of telling stories about our two funny train men!

Each week has a general theme which you are free to write or create art for and have a relaxing time. For those after a challenge, each day will have a specific prompt that correlates to that week's theme. (Omegaverse being under Opposing Dynamics, for example.) ((And yes, Trains gets its own day outside of Transportation the boys would want it that way!))

The event starts September 1st (or earlier if you get inspired) and I look forward to seeing everyone's creations!

Remember to tag all your work as 'Blanktember' as well so we can all see what you create!

(Also, no complaints about the calendar! I spent 3 hours on mobile making that until 4am!) For a transcription of the prompts check below the read more!

Week One: Opposing Dynamics

Day 1: Black & White

Day 2: Youger & Older

Day 3: Dominant & Submissive

Day 4: Bigger & Smaller

Day 5: Meaner & Nicer

Day 6: First & Last

Day 7: Up & Down

Day 8: Formal & Casual

Day 9: Alpha & Omega

Week Two: Angels and Demons

Day 10: Heaven

Day 11: Hell

Day 12: Angelic

Day 13: Demonic

Day 14: Sins/Virtues

Day 15: Prayer

Day 16: Rapture

Week Three: Gods and Myths

Day 17: Pantheon

Day 18: Religion

Day 19: Truth

Day 20: Ideals

Day 21: Monsters

Day 22: Daemons

Day 23: Forgotten

Week Four: Travel

Day 24: Transportation

Day 25: Trains

Day 26: Vacation

Day 27: Adventure

Day 28: Time Travel

Day 29: Hisui

Day 30: Reunion

[shadyhouse]

venting about work things are AWFUL right now and i just need to scream about it

i got this new job a few months ago thinking that it was gonna help me get out of this financial mess im in, i started with full time hours the first few months and things were good! but suddenly everything is just WORSE now. sure it pays slightly more but i got absolutely no hours this month bc youre expected to "earn" hours bc its all "performance based" like. i work at a fucking gas station. their literal actual excuse for me when i asked about it was "we hired more people during your shift and they wanted full time" so i just get completely thrown under the bus bc you dont deem me deserving of full time hours??? because i dont go extremely above and beyond ???????? AT A GAS STATION???? WHERE I ALREADY DO WHAT IM TOLD AND MAKE SURE ALL MY WORK IS DONE RIGHT AND PROPERLY AND THATS ALL IT HAS TO BE?????

this place's expectations are so high and corporate has their heads so far up their own asses that they treat it like youre working at the greatest establishment ever conceived and youre just undeserving and unappreciative of their generosity if you dont make their brand your entire fucking life. like okay you have this brand recognition but its still a Fucking gas station. this place is so cultish. you have to sell your soul to the company and if you desire a work/life balance or dont take it as seriously as the managers do youre punished for it.

i seriously dont know how i went from working full time to working 3 days in a single month, ive asked for more hours but they expect ME to CALL all the stores in the area to ask if they need help (most of which i cannot get to! because i dont have a car! and they know this!) and even then im only allowed to work for 4 hour shifts bc thats the rules with covering. like seriously what the fuck kind of setup is this. if im gonna spend $15 on a lyft to get to work at least let me work a full shift????????

im on day 5 of 5 days off in a row, and then after tomorrow i have 5 more days off in a row, and then i work an 8 hr shift on wednesday and a 5 hr shift on sunday. which is a day that from the start ive requested off. i have plans that weekend. so theyre straight up ignoring my availability. literally all i did was ask if i could work 8am-4:30pm instead of 6am-2:30pm because i have to wake up at 4am to catch the bus and its been really difficult for me. thats literally all i asked for and now suddenly i get less than 20 hours in a single month.

like this was so abrupt and sudden and i cant think of a single thing that would make them turn on me so hard. i do my job!?!?!? last time i was at work my boss was really short with me for no reason and she even wrote me up for something that 1) i never even got properly trained on 2) for a station that i have asked time and time again to NOT put me on because im NOT good at it. either put me in the kitchen or have me clean or have me stock, dont put me at register because i suck at it and it stresses me out. every single shift ive had for the last 2 weeks has been register. and then they blame me and write me up for things that im actively asking not to do bc i Know ill fuck it up. and we've had conversations about it. i was told that theyd put me in places im more comfortable in. and yet here i am getting written up for stupid reasons over things we've already discussed. they want to fire me SO BADLY

im honestly really upset and i dont know what to do anymore and it sucks bc every job ive had since 2022 has treated me like absolute garbage and i dont know what the fuck im doing wrong????? i start, i get told im a good worker, and then everything does a 180 and im forced to look for a new job. the cycle will never stop this is just what my life is. i dont know what to do or how to fix this. i dont even WANT to work at a gas station im here out of desperation bc my last job that i thought was going to be a career treated me so badly i just left to the first job i could find that paid more 💀

on top of everything my bank account is deep in the negatives and im scared to keep on asking for help because like. im sick of this too!!!! everything sucks!!!! everyone is broke!!!!! the good news i guess is that i applied for a better job at my roommate's place that pays a lot more and its an actual Real job but who knows if thatll actually happen..... ugh only time will tell. things HAVE to get better they NEED to 😭😭

[thevoidstaredback]

I am in a lot of pain and I am bleeding very much.

The two things do not correlate. Pain is mostly not caused by bleeding.

But! What if I do a shady hand off in a back alley? I give you all new content to read and you give me the ability to sleep tonight because I work a 15 hour shift tomorrow starting at 4am.

[bottombillyapologist]

why i've been offline

This is mostly just to vent, tbh, bc I know I'm not really a large enough voice online for my absence to be noted. but I feel there's some weird deep level of irony in my writing where I project my worries, fear, or trauma and then those things self realize in my life.

tw for talks of abuse (?) and weight ment.

In summary, Ive had a gap of a few years between high school graduation and college. Nearing the end of summer I was like. scared but hopeful? there were a lot of changes happening at once, I was supposed to move out and start a higher paying job and ofc start going to college. and due to reasons, I have heavily discounted tuition but I can afford dorming or a meal plan. but Back In The Day of the 2008 housing crisis my parents were going to lose our house so we moved in with my grandparents, and then the mortgage was forgiven, so my dad still owns that house, it was just empty (or mostly empty) for like 15 years. it had (and has) problems, but the plan was for us to fix it up over the course of 9 months and I move in when the semester starts bc it's like 15 mins from my school, and a lot just... happened. I bought a car and it died four months later, my brother's car died, my partner bought a car that never drove and then his next car died, so he had to buy a third car. my brother had bought his car on refunded tuition that it turned out he wasn't supposed to get (every friend INCLUDING ME told him not to spend the money because the amount was wrong and he did anyway, he also bought the car without consulting my dad, a hobby mechanic and got screwed) and he had to leave school for a semester and my dad had to bail him out and pay it back. We didn't have the money to fix the house and he didn't tell me, a habit he picked up from not being able to tell my mom anything without her breaking down.

So I was pulling 16+ hour days. I would work 4am-noon, drive to the house in my mom's car and work there 1pm-9pm, then drive home. A few times I got interrupted by errands or had other plans and was out of the house until 1 or 2 in the morning. I didn't do it every day, but 2-3 days a week I would if I had the car. We just got closer and closer to our deadline of the start of semester and I was in too deep to back out, not to mention I didn't want to back out because I couldn't wrap my head around continuing to live with my mom, driving 40+ minutes to school, working, and doing homework. All of my partner and I's stuff was in the house. The last thing we had to finish was hammering a new drain pipe in and sealing the wall back up, and that was already on my first day of orientation for the semester. I had already quit my job and started a new one 2 minutes from the house.

In hammering the pipe in, the other old pipes cracked and water started running down the walls in the first floor. We had to shut all the water off and my partner and I packed backpacks to go back home. First the pipes would be fixed in a few weeks, then a month, then whenever my dad had the money, now it's nearing finals and the plumber is ostensibly starting work next week, but we have to replace all the pipes and tear out the entire bathroom.

I have lived in my empty bedroom out of a backpack since. My little brother was supposed to get my room so he's sleeping in my parents bedroom. This is already long so I can't possible cover all the details but a) my mom is mentally ill and physically disabled, she is fine on her own if absolutely nothing goes wrong but if anything does she is incapable of solving the problem on her own and i am the default caregiver when my dad isn't home. she is explosive and can get physical with people or our pets, but she is incredible sweet and kind when not triggered. b) my family/parents are kind of hoarders. not trash or like... living in filth but every available space is full of stuff.

I had to quit my new job. my partner's new job fell through, so I had been stretching my last paycheck for like a month before I started borrowing money from my dad because I knew any money I asked for would just take it away from my younger brother or fixing the house. in the midst of this my second partner also broke up with me, we'd been growing apart due to a lack of time or attention on my part, which is on me to a point. My partner got a job a couple months ago. I finally got a new job like three weeks ago, I've been dealing with classes well but for a while I was living off the food pantry and emergency funds from my school. thankfully I am still medicated, but due to an insurance issue I didn't have my adhd meds or antidepressants for the first week of the semester. I've lost like 30lbs and I don't recognize my face anymore. I'm still finding happiness in the small things but it's hard to find the time or energy for creativity when I'm trying to figure out what possessions I have that I could sell so I can buy groceries or get my partner a christmas gift bc neither of us could afford to do anything for his birthday. idk. part of this is just a vent? the other is me laughing at the deep irony of using fanfiction as cathartic escapism. and being unable to get to the Good Healing part of the story bc apparently I'm designed as a being to be karmically punished. I planned to get back to writing some after finals, but I now have two jobs and I'm still trying to get out of the hole of not having a job for months. my first paycheck is already gone to house supplies and I guess I have to find a way to buy a space heater too bc the heat is off while the plumber works.

Idk. I don't vent to anyone in my real life because I don't want a pity fest. I feel privileged that I still have food and a place to live and I can go to college, I'm just pushing more and more to the upper limit of what I can do. I thought about doing art or writing commissions but I don't think it'd be enough money to justify the time I could be working on homework or working on the house, and i'm not sure I'd even have time with the two jobs. any money I have immediately goes to house stuff or some menial gifts and I feel like I'm being crushed by Guilt Of Being Alive from every angle.

[gobletofmilk]

hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then. 

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time 

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight. 

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting 

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse 

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

[denjilvrr]

[4:15 AM] AKI HAYAKAWA

“im going to be so tired for work tomorrow.” you thought as you walked into the local corner store. it was 4:15 am and you had work tomorrow morning at 6 but these past few nights have been sleepless.

you walked through the isles searching for your go-to “midnight” snack. grabbing cup ramen, a few candy bars, and a slurpee. not the best mix but it sure put you to sleep with a stomach ache waiting in the morning.

you go up to the counter and patiently wait as the cashier rings up youre items. “8 dollars and 56 cents.” he says. you pull out your wallet and hand him 6 dollars in cash, maybe he’ll let it slide because you come here all the time.

he looks at you kind of funny, “um.. youre 2 dollars and 56 cents short.” you smiled, “can you let it slide this once, please. i dont have cash on me and my card is at home. i come here all the time, me and you are practically friends! so please, just let it slide..?”

“nope! sorry i cant do that,” he laughed, “also we’re not friends.” “oh please just this once ill pay you back tomorrow!” he just shook his head no as you sighed in defeat, grabbing the stuff to put it back, when suddenly you ran into someone who was standing a little to close.

“oh sorry about that, excuse me.” you said as you picked up the candy that had fallen out your hands. “no, my fault, i was standing too close.” the guy said, “by the way if you dont have the money i can pay for it.”

was he listening to the conversation? “oh i couldn’t do that, no thank you!” you said already feeling embarrassed because you didnt have enough cash to pay, but now you couldnt have a stranger pay for it!

“no its alright, theres a deal with the ramen anyways, so just put it with my stuff and give me the cash you have.” you obliged and set your stuff back onto the counter. “thank you..”

“of course, i couldnt have a person go hungry.” he said so casually. you didnt know what it was but something about his attitude made you feel happy.

he paid for his and your stuff and you thanked him again before walking out and sitting at the near by table to eat your ramen, when suddenly the chair infront of you was pulled out.

it was the guy who paid for your stuff. he didnt say anything but ate his ramen comfortably as you kind of just stared at him. “umm thank you again, i really appreciate it.” you said trying to break the silence.

“oh no problem, but whats someone like you are you doing up at this hour? its late you know.” he questioned. “oh! i just couldnt sleep for some reason and this usually helps me, because i get full.” you answered, “also whats youre name?”

“my name is aki, ive seen you around these last couple nights, are you new to the area?” he asked. “oh no, im not,” you laughed, “i lived here for quite a while now but just been coming here these last couple of nights because my sleeplessness.”

aki nodded and took another bite of his ramen, before you spoke up. “i could give you what i owe you another day, just give me contact information.” you said pushing youre phone towards him.

“is this your way of asking for my number?” he chuckled, “but you dont have to repay me in cash, just keep coming here and having some ramen with me, it gets a little lonely eating here by myself at 4am.

you agreed and aki put his information on your phone. the rest of the time you 2 just talked about nonsense until it was 4:45 and you had to leave.

hi guys im back ! (kind of) this has been in my head the last couple of days and decided to write it really quickly since i have nothing better to do lol. might start writing again, who knows ⇨ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[parkminijiminie]

I’ve got a rough timeline of 2023……

JM dior show Paris 20th  jan 23 with Hobi 

JM album face promo Feb/march 23

JK visits him at dance practice BB probably Feb time 

1/2 jk goes live bam there 

This is the live where Tae makes him do a instagram live 

3/2 JM live from company late evening 

Same night Jk goes live and JM in comments Jk invites him for fried chicken

Same live where he says Jimins name and bam reacts and runs to the door 

10/2 JM live talks about jk, sings euphoria and talks about acting in photo shoots, 

11/2 jk live at boxing JM comments 

18/2 JM joins Hobi on his bday live at company 

Hobi had said he sees Jimin a lot at company and they play cards 

28/2 jk live talks about going to work and JM is in comments 

4/3 jk goes live gets tipsy 

6/3 JM live at company 

9/3 Yoongi bday, JM records himself watching the live, jk comment on Weverse about marry me thing 

13/3 JM flies to nyc 

Films day with vogue and practice for fallon

And fallon 

14/3 jk. X3 part live on white day- JM abroad but comments- leaves spoiler for smfp2 video teaser at midnight 

19/3 Jimin arrives in Korea 

24/3 Face is released 

24/3 JM on jimmy fallon show not live 

Jk goes love cooking 

27/3 JM goes on suchwita 

28/3 JM live jk spams comments- promos for face are done says to jk that it’s finished, jk says time flies 

28/3 writes I miss you on Weverse , jk replies me too, 

After jk goes live and watches Jimin content including suchwita 

Around early hours- JM replies see you soon the live is cute

29/3- Jimin Weverse live for face 

Late march- all member meal 

31/3- JM on music bank 

2/4 JM on ingagayo 

4th April- JM bb hot 100 live- kiss sound at start

8/4 Hobi and Tae go to JKs house and go on Weverse live 

8/4 jk flies to USA 

11/4- JM and Yoongi in weird YouTube show

16/4 jk at cochella 

17/4 Jk arrives home 

19th April - Hobi’s enlistment - epic hug moment 

They were together the night before 

Astro member died 19/4 pm

25/4 JM flies to nyc 

25/4 Jk and Tae attend dream premiere jk comes live straight after it late 

25/4 jk live seems sad and tired and says he is both,,cooks on live

JM had flown to NYC that day 

He did get out the car on the other side which people surmise that’s bc jk is in the car and he was wearing a Ck tee 

28/4 Jimin at Tiffany event nyc 

29/4 Jimin at d day concert usa

Jk at lv event in Seoul with Mingyu 

30/4 JM live with Yoongi 

During this time recording Who…

6/5 JM arrives in Korea 

23/5 JM goes to London and HP world gets out of car the other side 

24/5 JK went live and mentioned that JM had changed the air con settings sings angel part1 

27/5 JM arrives home - jk in car to pick him up? Took ages for them to let him in car 

5th June Jk live talks about rainy day fight 

Watched Jimin on lee mijun show (sings alone to like crazy ) 

12/6 jk falls asleep on live 

13/6 JM letter live for festa 

14/6 jk flying to la

15/6 JM live talks about rainy day fight 

Recording Muse that day too 

22/6 jk arrived home 

Late june- yoongis dday tour attendance Seoul 25th JM and jk 

29/6 jk live working out can hear door chime go off in background 

1/7 JKs brother posts a pic of family game night ft JMs hand

4/7 jk 4am live with Mingyu 

July seven release 

JK flies to NYC -12th

JM flies out next day 13th

Silver day date 

14/7 seven is released 

Go missing in NY state for 4/5 days 

18/7 JM flies home 

24/7 jk arrived home from London 

25/7 JM posts about jk bb hot 100

27/7 jk goes live sings letter by Jimin at end 

28/7 - July when they come back from NYC- JKs epic baker in bed begging JM live 

30/7 jk inkagayo music show v visits him 

Celebrate hot 100 can hear JM laugh in background? 

August - jeju island trip ? Spotted by fans 

12th august- JK with E in Tokyo but suspiciously looks like JM hmm 

3rd august JM d day concert 

3/8 jk goes live 

4th august jk d day concert 

5th august Weverse live JK

23rd and 24th august jk spotted in Busan with Eunwoo and Mingyu eating out 

September - 1/9- JM shirtless pic for JKs birthday 

Jk attends Tiffany even in Seoul. Comes live afterwards….. wearing watch set to JKs. Birthday time. Feet is all I’m saying 

jK must have prepared 3D content in September 

He must have filmed suchwita on 3/9 ish 

5/9 jk flies to la 

9/9 jk arrived home from la 

12/9 jk flies to nyc

15/9 JM supported v at music show 

16/9 jk arrived home 

Jikook meal with Yoongi at some point ? Spotted 

Jimin confirmed this in mmm

21/9 jk flies to nyc 

25/9 jk arrived home 

28/9 chusseouk - JM posts pic on Instagram of whale cloud drawing saying jk did it 

29/9 jk releases 3d 

JM posts single cover 😅 with this emoji

4/10 jk live talked about Jeon Jimin 

Played like crazy x2 and smfp2 and other members songs

Had hung out with 97 friends that day

6/10 jk flies to la 

10/10 jk arrived home 

13 October- JM birthday live days Jk busy makes sad face and such concern 

13/10 jk music bank 

Around here JM Weverse interview said he has been spending time alone which if Jk was gone to 3D he would be 

14/10 jk flies to Budapest 

Oct- Tae posts pics of him and Jikook in jeju from?? 

20/10 jk arrived home 

23/10 jk at ck event Japan 

29/10- JMs production diary live- JK comes on for a minute 

Jm has golden hair…

They found out days before this about the enlistment 

Late October- 30/10 JM fan event- some filming looks suspiciously like JKs handiwork with the zooming in habit 

Mini moni music filming he has blonde hair 

3/11 jk live talking about Golden

Tae and JM live outside his house but Tae says your house to JM.. KA translated it 

November 4th- golden release 

&& Release party we only know bc JM posts photos 

5/11 jk flies to nyc

11/11 jk arrived home 

15/11- mini moni p2 filming 

16/11 JM flies to Budapest to film who mv 

17/11 ish JM stuck with you this is Jimin dance cover 

19/11 JM arrives home 

20/11 golden live in Seoul - JM commented that hate you is his fave song. Rm attended 

Around here JM was spotted filming at a hot springs which we now know isn’t one and was a location for his jimmy fallon appearance 22/7/24

22/11- JM records sgmb track video 

Possibly fallon performance too given spotting date posts 

23/11 - they go to Japan together for about a week 

28/11 they arrive home from Japan 

29/11 jk flies to la 

2/11 jk arrived home 

5/12 - jk,JM,v,rm last live before enlistment very touchy feely 

JM said he’d been sick after Japan 

12/12- both at v and rms enlistment 

13/12- they enlisted  together in the buddy system

THANK YOU !!!

[ethaninthewilde]

my experience with top surgery

with Dr. Lisa Friederich in Sydney, Australia

because i needed to write about this beautiful, ethereal experience, even though I do not think I can do it justice in words.

so i had pedicle top surgery with dr. lisa friederich at hunters' hill hospital three days ago and it went as amazing as I ever could have hoped. incredibly beautiful results that have me made me cry with happiness multiple times.

I went in at 8am, the surgery lasted about 4 hours and I woke up about two hours after. i was pretty wiped but my boyfriend was there when i woke up and he just kissed me and i went back to sleep. i woke up again about seven hours later, probably with a 2/10 pain, but that's as bad as my pain has been this whole time and i've been prescribed oxycodone to take as needed (no more than one per four hours) with panadol and that's worked wonders. the drains were attached and there was a little more fluid than i was expecting but that was okay. the nurse came in to take my blood pressure, temperature, oxygen levels, and check my drains. i took some oxycodone and was asleep again in the next hour or so. woke up again around 4am feeling much more myself. managed to walk myself to the bathroom (a big thing for me post-major surgery since I really struggle to walk sometimes) and I saw my chest in the compression binder for the first time. i was so so happy with it being flat and i couldn't stop running my hands over the flat (flat! flat!!!!) surface and i took a lil video of myself and i truly think i will remember that moment forever as the most confident i have ever felt in my body--and i hadn't even seen my actual chest yet.

as euphoric as I was, I was still pretty tired so I went back to bed and called the nurse for some more endone bc I could feel the pain starting to come back. all the nurses that came in the two days I was in the hospital were truly so kind, and so competent and lovely. I did get deadnamed a few times, but I haven't legally changed my name yet so that's what was on my documents, and the nurses who did it all apologised and fixed it so that was wonderful. the nurse took my levels again--everything was fine--and i called my friends who were in different timezones and i cannot describe how it felt to sit with my friends who I'd been talking about getting top surgery with for nearly eight years and now it was just done and my god everything felt so beautiful and it's cliche but everything in life was worth it for these last few days post-op. i had been working toward this surgery for so so long, moved across the country for it, worked four jobs at 15 for it, been homeless for it, had the thought of eventually being able to get this surgery keep me alive for so long when i was alone, depressed, suicidal and self-loathing--and i had finally made it. i finally fucking made it. i was fucking beautiful and i had made it and i finally felt loveable. i finally felt like myself. trans joy is godhood. trans joy is lifesaving. i truly believe this surgery saved my life.

anyways!! i was awake for a few hours until about seven am when i went back to sleep until about 11. my boyfriend was coming to pick me up around 12 after he finished work so i called the nurse in to let her know and she gave me some more endone and removed my first drain. this felt very weird, like a tube was being pulled from the top of my chest through the side, almost alien-like, and i felt a little dizzy and lightheaded so the nurse put an oxygen mask on me and laid the bed down for about five - ten minutes until i felt better. she was really patient which was lovely because i get regular seizures and whenever i get dizzy I always get scared one is coming since it's a regular warning sign, but she just let me lie there with my eyes closed and focus on my breathing. at this point my boyfriend had turned up, and he held my hand whilst she took the other drain out, which had considerably less fluid in it.

i saw the surgeon again before I was discharged--and Dr. Lisa is genuinely one of the kindest, well-conducted doctors I have ever dealt with (and I have been in hospital over 35 times in the last 7 months or so). she replaced the top layer of clear dressing over my nipples, and worked a needle through them to de-congest some of the blood, which turned them back to the more-typical pink. she then gave me a fresh binder and gauze pads to take home, along with a box of oxycodone for the pain and told me to book a follow-up appointment with her in the next seven days. she also told me to do regular compressions of the nipple area to continue decongesting the blood over the next few days, which would help with the colour. now this was the moment because i got to take the binder off to do these compressions and i saw my chest for the first time. and truly, truly, truly--the innate, inherent holy shit, that's me feeling that fucking swept through was overwhelming i teared up and almost hugged my surgeon. i didn't have a lot of time to contemplate bc I had to put the binder back on and the nurse came back in with the paperwork and suddenly I was packing up (though they were very kind and said i could stay for as long as I wanted to, if I had any more questions, etc.)

boyfriend made me food when we got home and insisted I go to bed despite feeling completely fine if a bit tired still, so I did and we watched an episode of drag race. we're staying at his parents' place whilst i'm recovering and both of his parents are/used to be nurses so this was a reassurance if anything were to go wrong. i had soup for dinner that night which hurt my throat a little but the main issue is was the massive bruise on the inside of my lip from when i was intubated in surgery (which should go away in the next few days, but to me has honestly been the most frustrating part of this whole recovery). took some panadol and endone and did my compressions. taking off the binder and being able to look at my chest properly for the first time was the most tender moment of my entire life, with ethan whispering "you're so beautiful" and "baby, you made it" and "look at you, love, holy shit" into my ear and into my shoulder as i sat there, completely exposed, completely vulnerable, bandaged, and completely myself for the first time in my life. i think i spent about 45 minutes just going back and forth between him and the mirror, laughing and crying and laughing and just being so indescribably euphoric and overcome with it all. i'd finally made it. here, right now, even with all my unresolved medical issues and trauma and fears, i had everything i had ever wanted and it was real. it was REAL. i do not think i will ever feel that strong of a sense of peace and contentness again in my life. in that moment i felt unbreakable. in that moment i felt invincible, indestructible, fucking untouchable. i fucking made it, and no one could take that away from me. no one, nothing, ever. i had saved my life. i had saved my own life. i was here and i was real and i was finally myself. how do i explain this? i cannot keep repeating this but it seems the only way. lord, if only you could feel the godhood i have been given. the power i have in my hands. the power this body has.

it took me too long to realise how beautiful this trans body of mine is. but i am here now. i am never letting go.

dr. lisa friederich: i think you saved my life. thank you for bringing me back. thank you. thank you. thank you. i finally made it.

[i will add to this over the next few days, but right now i need to go back to sleep. i love you all]

[radarsteddybear]

Highlights (or should I say lowlights?) from the Making of Frozen II documentary on Disney+:

It is important to note that the documentary begins 11 months from the film's premiere. At this point, the movie's already been in production for like 4 years.

The female director (Jennifer Lee) looks to be inches away from a mental breakdown the entire time

Jennifer Lee is also the film's writer and at one point describes getting up at a quarter to five every day so that she can write from 5am-7am, get her daughter to school, goes to work all day, comes home, does whatever is needed at home, then writes some more. On Saturdays, she writes from 5am-1pm. I don't know anything about the process of making an animated (or non-animated, for that matter) film, but it seems absolutely unhinged to me that so much script writing is required this late in production. Especially coupled with how much of the film's plot and motivation are still unknown at this point.

Jennifer Lee was also promoted to Chief Creative Officer or something at some point in there, so she has a million and one things to do for that on top of everything for Frozen II.

So, yeah. She seems to be in a constant state of being on the verge of tears and is only holding it together through sheer willpower.

Disney seems to be trying to pass this off as joy and happiness and excitement about pieces of the film finally coming together, and Lee probably believes that's what it is, too, but I think this woman just needs some sleep.

The script finally gets locked 5 months out from the film's premiere. Which, like, I totally get having it open for edits along the way, but this was. a lot more than just edits.

It takes them ages to figure out who/what the voice calling to Elsa is and where she's following it to, which is like. the entire plot of the film. And in my opinion (and from what I remember, having only seen the film once back when it came out), as a result, this is one of the weakest plot points in the whole movie, which is really unfortunate because it has everything else it needs to hit really solidly.

5 months from the premiere, they keep talking about how everyone's putting in 14 hour days 6 days a week, and they keep referring to it as overtime, but I have no idea whether or not the animators and visual effects artists and everyone else working on the film actually get paid overtime? I sure hope so (which leads to another question: is the money actually worth it?), but in this economy, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

At one point, one of the supervising animators talks about how he spends the whole day split between meetings and supporting the animators so he has to come back to work after putting his kids to bed to actually get his own animating done. He describes this as a "treat" because he enjoys animating so much.

Disney (and other studios, I'm sure) needs to get their act together re: division of labor and organizing everyone's time, wow.

The visual effects artist who did Elsa's dress transformations in both Frozen I and II: "In Frozen I, I had a year. But this, it's been...four days." (Note: It does end up being more than 4 days, but, uh...not by much.)

I seriously think the movie, especially the story, would have been better if everyone could have taken like. a month off from work

The film's editor talsk about working 14-15 hour days, getting up at 3am so he can get to work by 3:30, use the on-site gym for half an hour, then start editing by 4am. Whoever's in charge of setting all these timelines and whatnot is in desperate need of taking a course in proper time management because this is unhinged.

I wonder if all the Frozen II statues/decor Disney put up around the animation studio towards the end of production come out of the film's budget.

It's fun to get to watch the actors record their lines and songs, though.

As was watching the animator who did part of Kristoff's song with all the reindeer put videos of her own face in the scene to figure out how she was going to animate them all.