#besides my own anxieties lolol

[picklerocket]

Fuck it. I'm like a furry except my fursona is Thin Man Little Nightmares 2!! MY FURSONA IS THIN MAN LITTLE NIGHTMARES 2 AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!! I DON'T!!!! GIVE A FUCK!!!!!

IT HAS MADE ME CREATIVE AND HAPPY AND MAKES ME FEEL MASCULINE AND HELPS ME IN MY SELF LOVE AND SECURITY OF MY TRANS IDENTITY!!!!!

I DRESS LIKE THE THIN MAN EVERY TIME I STEP OUTSIDE AND I'M PROUD OF MY SELF EXPRESSION!!!!!

I DRESS LIKE AN OLD MAN AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY!!!!!

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Bella x Jacob x Edward

So @tentoriumcerebelli @sweeteatercat I don't have the next chapter written, but I do have the next NEXT chapter fleshed out lolol here you go!!

“Why do you smell different?” Edward is the first to notice. Which he should have guessed. Enhanced senses and whatever, but right now, he’s not in the mood.  He pushes past his boyfriend and continues his trajectory toward the fridge. Pointedly trying not to accidentally think the answer.  “Oh…” Well, guess he fucked that. Jake slams the door of Bella’s fridge closed. “Hey!” Bella scolded, though her face screamed worry.   “Get out of my head,” Jacob scolds Edward.  “It doesn't work like that, and you know it,” Edward snarls back. “Guys.” “Doesn't mean you get free reign to act on information that wasn't consciously given!” “I don’t understand, I thought- Bella said you turned down the chance to be Alpha?” “Yeah, well, evidently, my body didn't get the memo…” Jake gruffs.  “Do you have someone, to help you take care of it?” Edward asks.  “Guys…” “What do you think?” Jacob spits, harsher than he’s talked to either of them in weeks.  “Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!” Bella demands. “It's complicated,” Edward answers for Jacob.  The werewolf sends him a scathing look.   “And personal and none of your fucking business!” “Jacob!” Bella scolds.  “Sam? Leah? Emily?” Edwards offers, pushing past the man’s attitude for the true issue at hand.  “Yeah right,” Jacob scoffs hatefully. “They can't stand to be in the same room with me!” “Little judgemental of them isn't it? Doesn’t it happen to them too?” “Doesn’t what happen?” Bella asks again but the boys continue to ignore her.  “Not- because of that. Because of…us,” Jacob finally admits, motioning between the three of them.  Edward’s teeth clench hard and Bella’s worry only grows.  “Okay, is anyone going to fill me in now? I’d really appreciate it.” “Our families,” Edward sighs before a deprecating laugh breaks through, “don’t approve of our relationship.” “Oh. Well,” Bella says, moving closer to Jake, intertwining their fingers, “we didn't really think they would, right? I mean, Charlie was honestly a huge surprise.”  Jake laughs, but its as bitter as Edwards just a moment ago.  “Enough that I’m unwelcome back on the reservation.”  “WHAT? Jake, I-” Bella starts to apologize but Edward is pivoting past one trauma to continue the line of questioning from before.  “What happens to you, if you don't get what you need?” “...I don't know. No one will tell me anything about it…” Jake admits, and Bella can honestly say he looks fucking terrified.  “Hey, we're here,” Bella offers, pushing into Jake’s chest for a hug.  “No!” He jumps away from her like her touch burns or something. “Y-You have to go. I can't-, I don't know what this is going to look like, what I'm going to turn into. I can't hurt you. Either of you.”  “You won’t hurt me,” Edward says, but Jacob scoffs.  “You don't know that.” Edward shrugs.  “I'm pretty sure.” “Fuck off.” “Jake, please, let us help,” Bella begs, her own tears lining her eyes because she doesnt understand whats going on, how to help. Why he's pushing her away. Them away.  “You can’t,” he sighs sadly, “Not with this.”

The Clearing 

“Bella?” Bella’s been stunned silent since Jacob walked out. She can feel Edward practically buzzing beside her with anxiety but she's too lost in her own thoughts to address him right now.  “Love please, talk to me.” She stops walking suddenly, turning around to face Edward.  “What did we do?” she demands. “What?” “What did we do? Why doesn't he want our help?” Edward clears his throat, obviously at war with himself on if he should share the privileged information or not.  “He does, that’s… part of the problem. I can understand his hesitation.” “Ugh! You know you're really starting to piss me off with all the secretary!” Edward exhales before taking her hands. Whatever he was going to tell her, evidently he thought she needed to be coddled through it.  “There are things that happen to werewolves that don't happen to humans. Or vampires, or really any other creature that I know of.” “Okay, and what's that?” “He’s about to go into rut.”  Bella’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.  “Am I supposed to know what that is?” “You do spend quite a bit more time around werewolves than I ever have,” he teases gently, before continuing with the explanation. “My interpretation? Mating season on steroids mixed with a nasty case of the flu.” “So…” Bella doesn't know what she expected to hear, but she can definitely tell you it wasn’t that. “He’s worried because, he’s going to be sick? And- horny?” “Dangerously so.”  It sounds like a loud of bullshit, but Edwards' face remains the same. And she remembers how scard Jake looked. He wouldnt have just, made all that up for the hell of it, right? Edward is still talking so she tris to pay attention this time. “He will be closest to his wolf form during this time. Advanced senses, strength, stamina, sexual endurance.” “And he worries, what, we can’t help him…get off?”  “He’s worried because you’re human,” Edward says gently. “He’s terrified he might permanently injure you in the process. I can’t say I don’t understand the fear. I am grateful for his reservations.” Bella scoffs frustratedly. “Well yeah, yippee, except now he’s dealing with this alone. Who the fuck is that supposed to help?” Edward smirks.  “You’ve developed quite the foul mouth you know.” Bella rolls her eyes.  “I spend all my time with two immature boys, your bad influences are bound to rub off on me,” she mumbles before her anxiety finally has tears spilling over her cheeks.  “Hey,” Edward says softly, cupping her cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb, “I want to help him too.” “You sure?” She sniffles, pulling away to rub her tears on her hoodie sleeves.   “Of course I’m sure. But not at the expense of you. He insisted on that too.” “What’s going on with his family?” “They don’t approve of us. Well, me really. You, they love.” “So they kicked him out? Of his home?” “So it would seem.” “That’s so fucked up,” she huffs, her own anger growing and getting close to overflowing. She’s going to be having a word with Billy Black as soon as Jake’s out of trouble. Goddamn, why does it seem like one of them is always in peril? “What are you thinking?” “We have to help him.” Edward shakes his head.  “He doesn't want our help.” But Bella’s made up her own mind.  “Well whether he wants it or not, he needs it.”

I mentioned the rut/alpha angle I was going to take with Jacob right?👀

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[afraidparade]

"A Kinder Reality"

Word count: 3,088 Genre: G/T, Hurt/comfort, Angst Content warnings: Detailed depictions of panic attacks/intrusive thoughts, mentions & allusions to gore, death, and suicide, fearplay, possessive behavior

(PLEASE read the CWs as this one is a bit darker than some of my other stuff! sorry if it gets a bit heavy lolol. i tried to base this off of my own personal experiences, as i often have memory problems as a result of vivid dreams and intrusive thoughts that give me a lot of anxiety. there's also not a ton of hurt/comfort where the giant is the one hurting so i hope this fills that emptiness 👍)

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Luka’s eyes snapped open, the sudden light he had yet to adjust to making it impossible to differentiate up from down. His fingertips clawed into the sheets around him, as if grasping desperately for purchase on an incomplete thought he held in his hands only a moment prior. What was this? Where had he been until now? It was difficult to recall the details, but the ache of breathlessness in his chest and the icy sweat that saturated his nightclothes was evidence that the experience had been far from pleasant.

He remembered feeling alone, yet surrounded. Helpless, but he wasn’t quite certain of what it was that threatened him. There was a room with chairs and people and…something else. Something that he was desperately terrified of. And it wasn’t that those faceless figures around him refused to respond to his cries and offer him aid, because he didn’t cry at all. He didn’t make a sound. It was a dreadful sensation, sitting in that room and feigning calm, surrounded by those human-shaped husks. There was an overbearing presence behind him: the terrifying thing. Some sort of shadowy monster that sulked in a corner of the ceiling yet simultaneously managed to breathe down his neck. Luka could just feel its predatory anticipation, waiting for him to turn around, or speak, or blink, or any action it deemed unacceptable. He was sure it was there, yet no one else paid it any mind. Could they see it? Could they feel it? Did they even care that it was there? Did they even care that he was there? If the thing lunged down and ripped him apart right in front of their hollow eyes, would anyone even flinch? Perhaps they would feel grateful to the monster for ridding them of such a burden. Perhaps they would all be happier if he weren’t—

Luka pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and swallowed. Dry. Water, he should drink water. Shapes began to form in the fuzzy white void of his vision, and the man soon recognized the wall of his bedroom. Which meant all those vague and terrible memories had just been made-up. A dream. A rasp of air blew through his chapped lips, as if he was attempting to laugh out of spite. What a cruel joke. He already got a pitiful amount of sleep as it was, and now he couldn’t even be afforded the luxury of feeling rested when he woke up? Well, such was life, he supposed. At least now he wasn’t alone.

At least now…he wasn’t…

Luka froze, and his head throbbed. The space on the mattress beside him was unoccupied. He managed to twist his neck to survey the other side of the room, enduring another sharp surge of pain in his skull. Empty. His lips parted, but he stayed silent.

Wasn’t there supposed to be someone else there?

A third, more definitive pulse in his head caused Luka’s eyes to wrench shut. His hands shot upwards to nurse the pain away, but when that didn’t work, his fingers became more frantic, each scratching at his hairline as if they had a mind of their own. There was some sort of vile growth blocking his airway. He didn’t know where it came from. It felt like the same sort of inky malevolence that the carnivorous presence from before was composed of.

Was this…real? Had he actually woken up? 

He coughed, wheezing around the lump in his throat, panic setting in when he realized he couldn’t breathe. His diaphragm spasmed, and nausea followed soon after. His mouth was open, but if Luka was crying or screaming, he couldn’t tell. His sense of hearing had been reduced to a flat, monotone buzz. 

How could he be certain that this wasn’t the dream? That every memory of having someone beside him, someone that actually cared about him, weren’t just artificial fragments of a bright, fuzzy dreamscape his brain made to protect itself? How was he supposed to know which memories to trust?

A dark ring began to close in around the corners of his vision, blotting out his surroundings like the final scene of an old film. Maybe it was from the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was just a trauma response. But Luka couldn’t bear this feeling, not being able to tell whether he was tumbling or stationary, awake or asleep, alive or dead. If he was alone again. 

Again. 

Again, again, again, it always happened, he always ended up like this. As if he was always destined to be an afterthought to everyone around him. As if it really wouldn’t matter if a monster swallowed him whole. And bitterly, with the last scrap of his consciousness that could form coherent thoughts, he wondered which reality was kinder: one where he’d tasted love and fulfillment only to discover it was never his to keep, or one where he’d never experienced such bitter joys, and never knew the severity of losing them.

Maybe he could wake up in the room with the people and the monster. Maybe then, even if it was for a second, someone would spare him a compassionate glance while that shadowy beast tore into his ribcage and—

“…ka?”

There was something warm on Luka’s cheek. Tears? No. Though it was only now that he noticed their presence, those felt chilly and wet. It was a small pressure, but it radiated familiarity. A shaky, sudden inhale — his consciousness felt so faint, he barely registered it as his own — and a question were the first sounds to break through the fuzzy, intangible blockade around his ears.

“What happened?”

It took several deep, uneven breaths and bewildered blinks before Luka could manage to see just past his nose. A humanoid shape finally came into focus, but unlike the figures in the other room, this one had a face. And, upon closer inspection, wasn’t human at all. Deep, glossy pools of black with white pinprick pupils stared wide at him with concern, and from behind a quivering frown, he could make out tiny, pointed teeth. Reddish horns, an absolute rat’s nest of black hair, and an ill-fitting shirt stitched together by his own clumsy hands, all wrapped up in a three-inch package. The details were too intimate to be mistaken for a dream.

It was Faust. His wonderful, impossible, real Faust.

Luka couldn’t muster the coherence to form words. Aside from the fogginess he felt after finally, truly waking up, he was still parched, and his throat felt bruised from his battle for breath. A hand retracted from his face, the palm damp from the tears it had inadvertently smeared around, and slowly reached towards the confused demon. Faust reached out for it without a moment’s hesitation, causing Luka’s fingers to twitch in surprise. He was real. It was miraculous. He was real.

But that looming dread from before still gripped at his chest unyieldingly. What if one day Luka woke up and he really was gone? How would he be able to bear being thrown from one cruel reality to the next without the reprieve of someone else to comfort him? No, not just anyone else, but Faust. There was no one else. It had to be Faust.

What would he do if he lost Faust?

Luka didn’t know what he was doing. His body moved almost robotically, stuttering every now and then as his brain tried to process how to proceed, all while his unblinking gaze lost focus and bore forward into the same nothingness. His fingers curled around Faust’s body rigidly, and while the demon didn’t protest, he began to shift uncomfortably. The human’s hand pulled back towards his body, his grip unconsciously tightening as it moved, only stopping when his companion was held flush against his chest and there was no space left for his hand to retreat to. 

“Luka, this is— it’s kind of hard to breathe.”

Luka could hear him, so why couldn’t he stop? He didn’t want to hurt Faust. He would never do something like that. But he was so small. Even if daily life with a tiny imp had become routine, it didn’t change the fact that he was so very vulnerable. Ultimately powerless in the grand scheme of things. Beautifully unique, terrifyingly unique. There was no one else in the entire world like Faust. The big, dangerous, lonely world. Yes, it was so easy to keep him in place. It hardly took any effort at all. This was simply a reassurance that he had the means to keep Faust safe. To keep him close. To make him stay.

“Y-your heartbeat is crazy fast right now. Seriously, are you okay? I need you to respond to me, Luka!”

Luka’s chin lowered to brush against the hand trapping Faust in place, and without realizing it, his entire body had begun to curl around that point as well. It felt as though Faust was the very core of his entire person. This was beyond normal love, wasn’t it? This was obsession. Sick dependency. It disgusted him so, and yet his body refused to do anything but curl tighter. Like a boa constrictor wrapping around its next meal. Would he end up squeezing Faust until he stopped moving, too? It would be easy, Luka thought. Not that he wanted to. But it chilled him to know that he could.

“Don’t make me do this, Luka. I really don’t want to do this.”

Ah, this was what it felt like when they first met. The knowledge that he held this impossibly small being’s life in the literal palm of his hand, the understanding that he could take advantage of that, and the searing hatred Luka felt for himself when he did. It was horrible, but it was intoxicating, and he didn’t want it back, but a wretched part of him missed it. When exactly did he manage to overcome this feeling, Luka pondered? Somewhere along the way of falling for Faust? Realizing he’d need to change if he ever wanted Faust to reciprocate? Well, what did it truly matter if Faust reciprocated? Faust didn’t have to love him. He just needed to be here. He just needed to stay. Luka needed him to stay.

“…So be it, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

God, he was rotten. And delusional, too, to think he had actually changed. People don’t change. At least not people like Luka. Destined to be alone, again and again and again and again. He hated being alone. He hated himself. He hated this feeling. He hated that goddamn room from that goddamn dream. What was even the point? Why did he bother trying to fix something shattered beyond repair? What was stopping him from—

“Ca-li-for-nia girls, we’re unforgettable! Daisy dukes, bikinis on top!”

…

What?

“Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle — wa-oohhh-ah-oohhh-oh, wa-oohhh-ah-oohhh-oh…”

Faust’s muffled voice faded after the last vocalization, possibly waiting to see if there was a response. Or possibly due to being out of breath. After that, total stillness descended on the scene. Almost as if someone had merely pushed the power button on a remote and turned off all the static in Luka’s brain. It took a moment for him to process what in the hell had just happened, but after rewiring itself, his brain recalled a certain fact he knew he could always rely on:

Faust was a terrible singer.

Once his lungs finally remembered how to inhale, his body relaxed from its tensed and coiled state, releasing the small demon from his desperate grasp. As his vision slowly came into focus again, Luka inspected Faust’s state worriedly, suddenly horrified that he may have actually inflicted harm on his roommate. He was flushed red from a combination of the larger man’s overwhelming body heat and the intense pressure that likely inhibited his breathing, but other than a few gasps and coughs, he seemed surprisingly unbothered. Which was relieving first and foremost, but upsetting in its own right. He deserved to be upset. He deserved to resent Luka. The man swallowed as he attempted to regain his voice. 

“...I hate that song,” he rasped plainly. He didn’t know what else to say.

“Yeah. I know,” Faust replied, still panting as he glanced upward, “I was sorta hoping that the hate and the shock would overpower…whatever it was you were feeling.”

Luka’s mouth hung agape. Had Faust really hinged both the wellbeing of himself and Luka on…an annoying pop song? And that actually worked? He couldn’t tell if the demon was an idiot or a genius. It was so ridiculous on so many layers that he simply couldn’t think about anything else. Those overbearing thoughts from mere moments prior vanished in a puff of smoke, just like that. Eventually he closed his mouth and allowed a small, warm grin to replace the anguish from before. He never smiled like this before meeting Faust. Funny, Luka thought, how very different his inner demons looked from the miniscule demon that stood before him.

 “It did. Thank you.”

“God, you sound like shit,” the imp grumbled. Luka took the not-so-subtle hint and slowly sat himself upright, fumbling for the bottle of water that he kept on his bedside table. “What even happened? I had only just left to find myself something to snack on, but I turned back when I heard you making weird noises. Next thing I know, you’re suffocating me.”

Luka hesitated as he brought the bottle to his lips. An intense feeling of shame weighed down on his body as he recalled his actions, as well as the thoughts that accompanied them. It was probably better that Faust didn’t know every last detail of what brought his panic attack on…specifically, the thoughts concerning him. Sure, they had roots in the anxieties that Luka harbored in the back of his mind, but in that feverish state they had been amplified a hundred fold. They weren’t his true feelings. Or so he hoped, anyways

“I just…had a nightmare,” he answered simply, taking a swig from the container. Faust’s eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced that there was no other trigger for such an extreme episode, but he held his tongue. After all, he was in no place to doubt the impact of nightmares. Luka, not wanting to dwell in the uncomfortable silence any longer, continued, “I’m so sorry for putting you through that. It must’ve been scary. Are you hurt?”

The smaller shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s fine. I’ve been through a lot worse.”

Luka wiped at a trail of water that trickled out of the corner of his mouth before capping the bottle. That was right — they had both trudged through hell just to make it to that very morning together, hadn’t they? Faust’s trophy was a back full of scars. Luka’s was a drawer full of pill bottles. It was difficult to liken his own traumatic experiences to Faust’s – especially when the other’s past was still largely a mystery to him – but there was comfort in knowing they could relate to each other on a basic level. That they…weren’t alone. Maybe all the trouble up until then was worth it just to share each other’s company. Of course, it was possible Faust didn’t feel the same way. But he didn’t need to feel the same way. It was enough that he was there. 

Luka sighed and turned to Faust again. Given his state from a few minutes ago, it was remarkable how calm he felt now. Maybe that, too, was thanks to his companion’s presence.

“Did you ever get your snack?” he asked softly.

“No,” Faust huffed with a sharp thrash of his tail. After a pause, the small imp folded his arms and turned his pouting face away, adding with a grumble, “I can’t exactly get to the kitchen in just a few steps like you can.”

Cute, Luka cooed inwardly. It was a thought that he would verbalize on any other day just to watch the resulting adorable tantrum, but for now he figured he’d put Faust through enough.

 “Well then, would you allow me to make a nice breakfast as an apology for earlier? I think there’s enough pancake mix left for one more serving.”

The other’s scowl dissipated instantly, clearly more interested in food than maintaining appearances. “Hell yes! Apology accepted! Put some whipped cream on top and it’s apology double accepted!”

Luka laughed warmly and, after brushing away the last of the moisture that clung to his cheeks, gently extended a hand for Faust to climb onto willingly. Despite him being the one to prompt the action, though, he faltered when his smaller counterpart did just that. Even though he’d been forgiven, this simple act of trust didn’t feel earned. It was only a moment ago that he’d hurt Faust, after all. What right did he have to hold him now?

Seemingly picking up on Luka’s uncertainty (or just becoming impatient after being promised pancakes), Faust craned his neck to shoot an inquisitive glare upwards. “What?” he demanded.

“Aren’t you… I don’t know, a bit too trusting of me right now?” the brunette asked, unable to meet the other’s eyes. “Are you not even the least bit afraid that it might happen again?”

Faust scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it’ll happen again, idiot.”

Well, Luka hadn’t been sure as to what sort of answer he expected, but it certainly was not that.

“It might not be today or tomorrow, but sure, yeah, it’ll come back. Stuff like that doesn’t disappear overnight. But what kind of demon would I be if I was afraid of one measly human?” he pointed out, flashing a toothy smirk. “I trust you, Luka. And besides, I’ll always be around to knock some sense into you.”

Had Luka not spent all his tears earlier, he was certain there would be some welling in his eyes right then. He gave an earnest smile, a quiet chuckle, and asked, “So singing cringey pop music is your definition of knocking sense into someone?”

“It’s not cringey. You’re just a hardass.”

How fortunate Luka felt now to have woken up. Because truly, how could there be any reality kinder than this one he shared with Faust?

As they walked, Luka hummed a few notes between the pauses of their aimless chattering, before eventually groaning and cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered,  “You got that stupid song stuck in my head.”

“Heh heh! You’re welcome.”

[wired-heartbeats]

could you please talk about oz? he seems interesting and I'd like to know more about him and you two :)

*cracks knuckles* ohhhhh anon absolutely I can

Okay I’m gonna preface this with some info about both Oz (and my self insert lol), so for anyone unaware, Oz is one of the Playable Characters in Monster Prom, Monster Camp, and the upcoming Monster Roadtrip

(^This Dork^, he’s also my go-to character to play as, he/they solidarity lol)

He’s an eldritch embodiment of Fear and his little blobs that hang out on him are Phobias, they’re technically a part of him and they are just silly little guys. Oz is pretty nervous and careful all around, although they’ve been getting more confident as the games progress, causing more mayhem and venturing out of social bounds more in Monster Camp as opposed to him being VERY anxious and worried throughout Monster Prom, and from the look of some of the teasers, we’re getting OZ LORE in the next game so I’m *rubs hands together excitedly*

As for my Self insert, I’ve talked about them a little bit on here before but I’m a Will’o’Wisp/Dragon combo, in a similar way to Oz’s Phobias I have little wisps that come off of me that’re also a part of me.

(^My most recent doodle of them lol^)

Me and Oz are Platonic and both 🤝 about our crushes, general shenanigans, and being rather otherworldly in nature, we both also befriend Zoe and Calculester in MP: Second Term (DLC) as she’s another very powerful eldritch being who just wants to hang out and have a silly goofy time and he’s a funky robot trying to learn how to people and often is confused by social interactions and is willing to learn.

I’m more forward and outwardly confident then Oz like 70% of the time, and often nudge them towards participating in whatever the hourly nonsense is with the rest of the cast, the other 30% is usually from draining my social battery and Oz takes over the majority of leading for me whenever this happens so I can take a few minutes to recollect so I don’t get burnt out. We both have excellent mischievousness streaks and decent poker faces (he doesn’t usually have a visible mouth and I’m good at masking so it works lolol). We also have, secrets, relating to our species and histories and between the two of us, some of the best emotional management skills out of everyone (besides when we’re flustered lol).

We also positively SHOVE each other at Milo, Damien, and (more in Oz’s case for her), Dahlia, in every attempt to both fluster the other and help them get some. This is infinitely amusing for everyone else with more than one shared braincell which is basically just the other PCs (Amira, Brian, and Vicky) and they do NOT help and often will assist in causing romance-centered shenanigans even at the risk of their own dates much to Oz and I’s exasperation

I also have running friendships with Juan The Magical Small Latino Cat and Valerie, Oz gets along with both of them enough that Val gives him discounts at her shop unless it’s a Plot Device and Juan’ll let him pick a normal drink once a day for once instead of a magical one. They’ve all seen a lick of my usually very well controlled emotions start to go haywire in a few but memorable situations, they both have a considerable amount of respect for Oz as they’re the only one who can seem to get me to reel it back and vice versa, it’s hard to contain the uncontainable lol.

I’m the one who taught Oz back in MP how to help themselves come down from both panic and anxiety attacks, after a situation that Damien accidentally caused. I nearly dragged Damien back down to hell for it myself and definitely gave them both whiplash at not only my immediate abandonment of my own ongoing nonsense to help Oz but my ability to scrap any nervousness towards Damien to break his stubbornness in half and make him either get out of my way or help me get Oz out of there before it got worse. We look out for each other and Oz has a lot of confidence in me not taking too much bullshit from anyone else, even my love interests.

We’re both also giant fucking dorks, ain’t no party like two infodumping immortal-aligned nerds going off about who knows what at who knows when hours of the day

Oops this got more ramble-y than I meant it to but, hey! I enjoy getting to ramble lol, hope this was sufficient Anon! Thank you for giving me an excuse to go off a bit ^w^

TL;DR: We’re giant mostly corporeal nerds who don’t die easy and think we suck at succeeding in romance while also being pals the likes this school/camp has never seen

[hanafubukki]

You know I’ve been thinking. I try not going too far into the jp players side in fear of spoilers, but I just gotta know. With the way book 6 is going, do you see Idia being more comfortable going outside? I finally pulled an Ortho card, it was the robes SR, and I just felt so bad for him? He just wanted to be with his brother outside and take a picture, and it just didn’t work out…Ortho feels like he forces himself to be content with the lifestyle they’ve got, like he self-sacrifices his own happiness/desires for Idia. Which can be cute. But also, no.

And like I totally get social anxiety, and how bad it can really get. But sometimes you just gotta make sacrifices for the ones you love?? Idk…maybe something in book 6 has already explained their relationship and what makes Idia so anxious anyway. I should just be patient but geez. I just want them to take that picture and experience the college life Ortho wanted, together. 😔

Hello Anonie 💕🌸🌺💙

I’ll try and be braod so I don’t spoil much for you.

I can see why you think that and where you’re coming from because at the end of the day, Ortho wants the best for Idia. *cough* A-ahem

You can see that ortho wants idia to have friends and go outside and he genuinely wants Idia to be happy, while Idia wants nothing to do with other people outside of his gaming. And even then, he’s reserved in those interactions too.

As of right now, to put it broadly, we don’t know much about Idia besides his background story (Just a bit, not so much family wise), we learn about his circumstances, we learn about his feelings for Ortho, but do we know him more personally? Not so much, but hopefully that will change in about....7 hours when the last part of book 6 comes out. 

As of right now, before the final part come out, do I see Idia suddenly becoming social? No, no I do not. but it doesn't mean he doesn't try being social for his loved one. 

There’s a future event coming in EN server where Idia is basically forced to well, I guess, come out of his room. You’ll see. Let’s just say that Idia comes to regret making a bet with my precious boy, Deuce. I am very excited for this event!👏👏

But, lets see how Book 6 goes. Maybe something will happen where Idia slowly, slowly goes out himself.

(also, there was a recent JP Event where Idia basically gets kidnapped and forced to go out and interact with others and it was hilarious. so, it’s not like he won't go out unless he needs to say...for his interest lolol)

We do get an explanation of his relationship with the ortho...and let’s just say his view on him had a few people passed off and ready to throw hands lolol but I think that will change with the last part.

who knows, maybe they will after book 6? after all, book 6 dorm plays a role in book 7, so we’ll not only get to know more about diasomnia but the brothers and their relationship too. 

[rfaromance]

can i request....jaehee coming back home and being tired from work, and mc cuddling with her and helping her relax? 🥺

This is my first Jaehee piece, so I hope it’s okay! ;w; Give Jaehee a vacation ASAP.

Bells.

The soft, familiar chime echoed throughout the room, and MC’s head perked up at the sound of it.

“Let me turn that off really quickly,” she murmured, and she gently placed her knife down and patted her hands on her apron. “Let’s see… phone, phone…” MC strode over to the kitchen table, where a single smartphone sat humming that same jingling tune. “There we go.” A simple tap was all that was necessary to shut off the alarm, and as suddenly as it had started, the phone fell silent. “We can’t have her finding out about that alarm, after all.”

Perhaps setting an alarm to indicate the usual time when her girlfriend came home was… embarrassing.

However, if MC had to guess, Jaehee Kang was the type of person who would be impressed with her attention to detail and her dedication to her relationship. After all, as soon as she figured out the average time that Jaehee came home from work each day, she had coordinated her own schedule accordingly. Tonight, MC was determined to show her girlfriend her culinary progress. Last week she had spotted a particularly delicious recipe that she was certain they would both enjoy, and so today, she had shifted her own work hours so she could arrive home with enough time to prepare the meal.

Of course, judging from the fact that her alarm had already gone off, MC’s cooking speed was not quite up to par. “I have to hurry,” she murmured, and with a new sense of resolve, she dashed back into the kitchen to chop up vegetables. Jaehee would be arriving any minute now, after all.

~~~

One hour.

MC wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she gazed down at her masterpiece. Warm, steamy rice; heart-shaped carrots and cucumbers; tantalizing tuna tartare; and rolled eggs covered in a heart-shaped ketchup smear. “Perfect!” Her chest swelled with pride at the sight of the meal, and she bit her lip in excitement as she imagined herself presenting her work to Jaehee. “That didn’t take too long,” she murmured, and relief washed over her. Jaehee wasn’t even home yet; she must have only taken… an additional ten minutes? Fifteen at most, if the subway was crowded?

When MC peeked at the clock, she felt all of her enthusiasm melt away and anxiety begin to creep into her heart. “An hour?!” she gasped. “I took that long?”

Note to self: add an extra hour to estimated cooking time.

More importantly, however… Jaehee still wasn’t home.

“It’ll be any moment now,” MC breathed, as she reached into the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water. “Jumin must have had to talk to her after work, or something like that.”

She set the little kitchen table with two place settings, eagerly awaiting her girlfriend’s imminent arrival.

~~~

Two hours.

Two hours had passed since that alarm chirped.

Curiously, MC’s phone had been silent ever since then. Not a single call or text from Jaehee, or even Jumin. Yoosung must have been playing LOLOL or studying, Zen was probably at rehearsal, and Saeyoung…

Quite candidly, MC tried not to think too hard about what he might be doing at any given moment.

She sat on the couch, absentmindedly trying to read a book but finding her mind wandering too much to actually be able to focus on the words. Where was Jaehee? How was Jaehee? Was she safe?

A clattering of bells suddenly slapped her ears, and MC’s head jerked up and her gaze immediately locked onto her phone. However, the little smartphone remained silent and still. Curiously, MC’s eyes traveled towards the front door.

The sight that awaited her made her jump to her feet. The bells that hung on the doorknob rattled wildly as a familiar figure flung the door open. MC had specifically chosen her bell ringtone to mimic the sound of the bells on the front door; she had never heard those blissful bells sound so frantic, frenzied, and jarring.

One step. Two steps.

Jaehee stumbled over to the couch, raised her hand feebly to wave at MC, and then collapsed onto the plush surface.

“Jaehee!” MC cried, and she immediately dashed over to help ease Jaehee into a more comfortable position. Exhaustion dragged at her eyelids, leaving her amber eyes frighteningly dull. Her soft brown bangs were scattered all over her face, sticking up in odd directions. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Finally sitting upright, Jaehee managed to nod and place a hand on MC’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry you have to see me like this,” she murmured, and her embarrassment became evident as a deep pink flush spread onto her cheeks. “I promise I am fine.”

MC pouted and reached forward to brush Jaehee’s hair back into place. “You don’t look fine,” she stated flatly. She hated to be so blunt, but her girlfriend was the type of person who would prefer straightforward honesty… as long as she was considerate. “Have you eaten?”

Jaehee chuckled softly and shook her head pitifully. “I had… a glass of milk,” she murmured. “Mr. Chairman approved Mr. Han’s latest cat-based project, much to everyone’s surprise. And Mr. Han, ever practical, ever productive, ever business-minded and ever…” She lowered her voice to a mere whisper, as if she were worried about being overheard. “…heartless and robotic,” she continued, and a sly smile flickered onto her lips. How long had she been waiting, desperately, to say those words? “Sorry, I should not speak of Mr. Han that way. He is my boss, he is an RFA member, and he is your friend.”

MC gently lifted Jaehee’s hand from her shoulder and squeezed it tightly. “You can always speak your mind with me, Jaehee,” she assured her. “We’re equals. We’re each one half of a whole.” She leaned forward to plant a kiss on the young woman’s forehead. “And besides, since I am friends with Jumin, I know perfectly well how robotic he can be,” she added with a laugh. “I’m guessing he worked you way overtime, right? The nerve!”

Jumin’s assistant shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but the shadows in her eyes betrayed how exasperated she felt. “He wants to release a cat clothing line before winter settles in,” she explained. “So that people will buy more of his products to shield their cats from the cold. Plus, once Christmas comes, people will be spoiling their pets. All things considered, he is being very smart about this.”

MC frowned and gave Jaehee’s hand another squeeze. “He’s a brilliant businessman but a bumbling boss.” She grabbed her girlfriend’s other hand and tugged on her arms, trying to lift her to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you some—oh!”

Jaehee let out a sharp cry of pain and collapsed back onto the couch, startling MC. She quickly dropped her girlfriend’s hands and took a step back, trembling slightly. “Did I hurt you?” she gasped. “Did I pull too hard? Oh, no…”

Before the flustered young woman could fly into a panic, Jaehee raised her hand to stop her. “My shoulders are just a bit sore,” she explained. “A good night’s sleep will help me. Assuming Mr. Han doesn’t call me or email me…” she added, and a flicker of fear fluttered in her eyes.

“No. I’ll pick up if he calls,” MC insisted. “And you know what? I’m banning any mention of Jumin for the rest of the night.” She planted her hands on her hips and lifted her chin up high. “I declare that you, Jaehee Kang, are the star of the evening!”

She wasn’t sure what kind of reaction she expected, but a blank look definitely was not at the top of the list. “S-star?” Jaehee echoed. “Me?”

MC nodded definitively. “Yes,” she declared, and her tone suggested that there was no room for argument. “Jaehee, let me give you a massage,” she went on, shifting gears now. Her voice fell to a low murmur, and she plopped down on the couch beside her so she could reach Jaehee’s back. “Before we get you to the kitchen, we need to relieve some of this tension.” She rubbed her hands together, trying to warm them up, then gently placed them onto the tops of Jaehee’s shoulders. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” she whispered, blowing directly into Jaehee’s ear.

Her girlfriend turned to glare at her, and MC whistled innocently before turning back to the task at hand. Flustering Jaehee was a little too easy… and a little too fun.

The overworked assistant grew silent, however, as soon as MC began to rub her fingers into her exhausted, tight muscles. “God, Jaehee, how do you even move?” MC muttered. “There are more knots in your shoulders than in a shoelace factory.”

“Shouldn’t the shoelaces be free of knots?” Jaehee pointed out.

MC blushed and just continued to rub, massaging Jaehee’s shoulders by moving her fingers in small circles.

“C-could you move closer to my neck?” Jaehee asked timidly. With a simple nod, MC began to dance her fingers across Jaehee’s back, until finally she was able to dig her thumbs into the top of the young woman’s trapezius muscle.

“So stiff,” MC muttered, and she began to massage and pinch with extra vivacity.

“I think I feel better though,” Jaehee informed her. “I can stand now. Would you… give me a hand?”

MC shook her head defiantly. “Nope. I’m bringing your dinner over here,” she insisted. “And I’ll go grab ‘The Jalapeno Topping Was Quite Spicy’ for us to watch while you eat.”

“P-please pick any other one but that!” Jaehee pleaded, and MC giggled as she snuggled up beside her girlfriend to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Okay, okay,” she murmured, and she nuzzled her nose against Jaehee’s (hopefully more relaxed) neck. “But only if you let me sit like this for just a minute longer.”

~~~

“… please move, MC.”

MC shook her head and spread her arms out wide, blocking her girlfriend from entering the bedroom door. “No! I’m telling you, hot water will help your muscles to heal!”

Jaehee sighed and rubbed the back of her neck subconsciously. “Your massage helped me immensely,” she tried to reassure her. “I just want to sleep now.”

“Please?” MC pleaded, now clasping her hands together. “When’s the last time you took a soak in a hot, steamy bathtub?”

Jaehee tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Probably not since I was a child. I prefer showers.”

MC could feel her eye begin to twitch. While Jaehee was eating dinner, she had dashed off to the bathroom to prepare a surprise for the exhausted businesswoman. If Jaehee went directly to bed…

‘My hard work will go to waste!’

“When’s the last time you took a shower, then?” MC pressed. “With how busy you’ve been?”

Jaehee opened her mouth to respond, but then her eyes grew wide and her face grew pale. “I… will go take a shower now,” she mumbled, conceding defeat. She turned around and headed towards the bathroom door.

“I’ll fluff your pillows for you!” MC called out after her, and she turned around to turn the doorknob that led to the bedroom. She could picture the scene in her head already: candles on the counter, a bath full of hot water, soapy bubbles coating the surface of the tub, and the soft lullaby of Zen’s musical album reverberating around the room. Surely, nothing could make her happier and more relaxed—

MC squeaked as a firm hand clamped down on her shoulder.

“You…” Jaehee began, breathing down her neck and into her ear. “You… did all of this for me?”

MC didn’t even bother to turn around. “Of course. I love you, Jaehee.”

She didn’t have to see Jaehee’s face to know that she was blushing furiously right now.

“Do you…” Jaehee began, and the tremble in her voice was admittedly concerning. Did she do something wrong? Should she have chosen different candles? Was Jaehee not fond of lavender bubble bath?

“…care to join me?”

Now that would definitely help Jaehee relax.

[lunarmessenger]

Figure Skating (RFA, V, + Saeran)

I always wanted to be a figure skater hahahaaa so have this! ilysm x - luna (also i couldn’t find the proper gif to show what MC did in Jumin’s headcanon but oh well please don’t hate me)

Zen

• He’d just landed a role that involved ice skating so he’d decided to take lessons right away

• He was already pretty graceful while walking normally so there was no surprise when he’d picked it up right away

• You always attended his practices and one day mused that you’d love to help him practice a scene or two

• He was fully ready to help you out too once you two had gotten to the skating rink

• “Be careful MC it’s pretty slippery when you first step on~”

• “I appreciate that Zen but I think I’ll be okay” and you laced up your skates for the first time in a few years

• He held his hands out for you but you slid right past him and did a couple of laps around the rink to sort of warm up and by now he was like “Oh okay I guess you got it”

• Then all of a sudden you do a toe loop??? On the way to him? Like it was no big deal? And his jaw just about hits the floor?

• “WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT MC AND HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!?!”

• He’s a little butt hurt that he wasn’t told sooner but forgets about it an hour later when you allow him to use you as a model to help him practice for his role (and he gets the excuse to touch your hips and thighs whenever he wants now huehuehue)

Yoosung:

• He was a little nervous since it was a little class trip (and almost decided to just stay home with you and play LOLOL)

• He’s also not very active but never mind that MC “I just don’t want to hurt myself doing this please don’t make me go”

• You do manage to convince him to go since “Yoosung I used to skate and since you can bring a plus one can we go???”

• There was no way he could resist your cute face

• That weekend you both show up to the rink, you excited with your old skates while Yoosung is more excited to show you off to his friends from class (look they’re so pretty I told you guys I have a partner now leave me alone)

• Yoosung clings to you when you both get on the ice but he lets go after about half an hour once he gets a hold of the basics

• “Can I go skate now, can I, can I?”

• Damn it you’re so cute MC “Sure but be careful since they’re being a bit rowdy out there”

• Then zoom you are off before Yoosung can even blink

• When you have enough room you whip out a Salchow and Yoosung is absolutely floored (so are his classmates lol)

• “Did you see Yoosung did you see?”

• “Yes MC let’s go home” He didn’t like how his classmates were suddenly staring at you for the rest of the trip, and he promised you guys could go again when it was just the two of you.

Jaehee:

• She’d found a small coffee club that went ice skating every weekend and figured it’d be a great stress reliever for the two of you (especially since you’d told her that you’d been figure skating since you were a child)

• You were beyond excited, and that alone was enough to motivate Jaehee to try her hardest once you’d gone to the club

• The club was full of both beginners and experienced skaters so everyone was pretty comfortable and it was a judgement free zone

• Jaehee had managed to hop from one foot to the next and was extremely proud mind you because “look MC I didn’t fall this time”

• And while you encouraged her a lot you really wanted to show her what you knew how to do so when the club allowed some space for the more experienced skaters you immediately pushed yourself off the wall and started to skate

• You slowly built yourself up until you pulled off a triple loop, the scarf around your neck twirling with you as you landed perfectly and skated back towards Jaehee

• She was definitely a little enchanted by how graceful you looked and clapped the loudest amongst everyone in the group

• Vowed that you two would go back weekly just so you could teach her how to do that

Jumin:

• He’d had the sudden idea of opening a cat themed skating rink (especially since he’d seen you looking fondly at your pair of ice skates)

• You were so excited (you honestly didn’t care if it were alligator themed you just wanted to skate) that you asked if the other RFA members could join????

• He strongly opposed but ended up giving in anyways

• He also mainly wanted to see Zen suffer from his cat allergy but that was his own selfish gain and not yours

• It was extremely private and everybody was having fun just lazily gliding across the ice (Jumin stayed by the bleachers with a glass of wine he would not be caught dead ice skating)

• And then you finally finished lacing up your skates and you were so excited you almost fell on your way onto the ice

• “MC please be careful; maybe you should sit with me a little longer?”

• He suddenly was wondering if maybe you hadn’t skated in a while because you weren’t that good at it??? Since you almost fell before you even got on the ice?

• “I’m fine Jumin I know what I’m doing.”

• “Alright as long as you—” And he was cut off because you were suddenly gracefully gliding circles around everybody else (who suddenly stopped skating and just grabbed on to the nearby wall to watch)

• Then you suddenly did the flip maneuver (you wanted to do something a bit more extravagant but you didn’t want to fall on accident knowing Jumin would forbid you from skating ever again if you got hurt)

• “Excuse me MC do that again” He pulled out his phone to take pictures and videos (you swore you saw a slight blush and knew he was impressed)

• They all ended up blurry but luckily Saeyoung had managed to take a few photos for him

Saeyoung:

• He’d recently binge watched an anime (you can guess which one) and he was suddenly obsessed with the idea of ice skating

• “MC let’s go ice skating” “What???”

• “PLEASE I know this amazing rink and we can drive one of my baby’s every day to get to it please MC?!?!?!”

• You figured saying yes wouldn’t hurt since he never stayed fixated for more than a month

• And it gave you a chance to get back into doing what you used to be so passionate about

• Of course he knew that you used to ice skate (due to that totally legal background check haha don’t worry about it MC) so he figured you’d go along with it

• He was right damn it

• He beat you on the ice immediately and fell like three times but he didn’t care because he was going to get it down even if he broke a leg to do it

• “Saeyoung please I am not strong enough to carry you back to the car if you hurt yourself”

• You smiled though because it was fun to see him slowly get little jumps down here and there

• “Hey MC can you show me one of your favorite moves?? I wanna see if I can do it!”

• “Okay but it’s gonna be a bit more advanced than I think you can handle right now.”

• “Oh please—” Before he could even finished you pulled out the most stunning triple lutz he’d ever seen??

• He begged you to teach him and you promised you would as long as he kept it up for longer than a month (and you got to come with him of course)

• He tried to pick you up to do a trick with you after two tries and it took you screaming like a banshee for him to put you down “because you will kill us Saeyoung” (he didn’t try again)

V:

• After he’d had the surgery he decided to pick up photography again

• A family friend had wanted him to take photos of his son’s skating for his portfolio for future events and shows

• He’d mentioned it in passing, not knowing how much you loved skating and was a little surprised at how quickly you’d asked if you could come along

• Of course he said yes why would he ever say no to you????

• Once you’d gotten to the rink you tried your best to stay calm since obviously he was there for work and not just pleasure

• But of course you’d brought your skates just in case there would be a bit of down time where you could skate

• There was but only because V asked for it when he saw how excited you were to be there

• You had never laced up your skates so fast, but you were careful because you could feel his eyes on you

• You’d brought your iPod with you for some simple music; it was quiet enough to where it didn’t echo throughout the rink, but it was loud enough that both you and V could hear it

• It was soft piano music, and as it played you gracefully started to skate along the empty rink

• V was completely entranced, and when you decided to do an axel jump in the middle of the dance a small gasp escaped his lips because wow how did he get so damn lucky???

• You were nervous, finishing off the routine and slowly skating back towards V who was on the bleachers with his camera sitting beside him

• “Get any good pictures?” He blushed and looked down slightly embarrassed

• “I uh, no—would you mind doing that again?”

Saeran:

• You both suffered from major anxiety and the only way you managed to get through it was to skate it out at least once a week

• But he didn’t know that so when you would leave the house for hours on end he was starting to get worried (though he would obviously never show it)

• So he decided to follow you one day without you knowing (and he forced his poor brother to go with him smh)

• “Saeyoung help me find out where MC is always going”

• “...you could always ask her I mean—”

• “No. Shut up and help me.”

• They of course followed you and saw you walk inside the skating rink (though Saeyoung refused to leave his car)

• Saeran stayed hidden in the shadows while you slowly stepped onto the ice and glided around for a moment, rolling your neck and shoulders to loosen them up

• And then you were off, the entire place silent except for the sound of your skates cutting into the ice as you raced around the rink

• You did multiple jumps from an axel, to a lutz, without missing a single step

• He was beyond mesmerized, his eyes focusing entirely on you (he didn’t even realize when he’d started to slowly shift out of the shadows to get a closer look at you)

• Each move was extremely aggressive, and it was then he could tell that you were letting out every frustration and worry in this routine

• Then to tie off the routine and let go of all your anxiety you let one of your legs bend out behind you while you leaned backwards, bringing your arms up for balance as you spun faster and faster and then slowly came to a halt while standing upright.

• You were breathing hard, chest heaving as he let out a soft wow

• “If you’re done spying on me; can I come sit with you?”

• “I wasn’t spying MC” He grumbled, refusing to look you in the eye while you made your way over and sat next to him you reveled in how he blushed at being caught staring

• You apologized for worrying him and pecked him on the cheek, while he looked away again and wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer still couldn’t hide that blush tho huehuehueheuue

[strawberriestyles]

Part 5: Ghost Grave

(BANNER BY THE GODDESS HERSELF @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which you try to resolve the case of a fraternity’s haunting in a single night.

Read previous parts here.

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: Here’s the end!! I think it’s probably the most satisfying conclusion I’ve written to date but you let me know lolol. Please enjoy!

There’s no way to tell how long you’ve been sitting here, dirt caking your hands and staining your fingernails. It could be minutes or hours. The pain in your leg is still thick and pulsing but you have yet to look past your skirt, terrified that you might find bone protruding from flesh. Instead, you sob with your eyes directed toward the concrete ceiling.

The fallen flashlight rests just beside one of your hands, beam illuminating the body which lays crumpled mere feet from you in this pit, this unmarked grave. It is only visible in your periphery.

Your thoughts have slowed, stalled, unable to venture any further back than the memory of your fall. But now your mind races to catch up, to connect the string of individual memories into something coherent. Of course you drew a solid conclusion at the very moment you first saw the skeleton in this room, but you have only now been able to process the truth of your situation.

Harry’s name leaves your lips before you’ve fully formed the idea of him. But nothing answers, only the very distant thump of music. You could almost convince yourself that the bass is all in your head.

“Harry,” you whisper again. The light beside you flickers and you can finally force yourself to lower your gaze, but still you see nothing new. “Please."

“Y/N, I didn’ know.”

The voice is so sudden and strange and close that you shift away from it. Your leg screams in protest and you let out a breathy shriek.

“Don’ move.”

You turn your head in the direction of the words, which sound garbled and thin, nothing more than a movement of air. Harry stands there beside you in the pit, his eyes unblinking and his body stock-still. But neither of these visuals is what unnerves you. It’s the transparency of him, the wispy form through which you can see the very solid skeleton—the very empty shell of what he once was.

You stare through him, see through him, and neither of you speaks for some time.

“Harry, when did you die?” Your voice is hoarse, thick, more real than anything else that surrounds you, or so it feels. Your eyes focus on the blurred outline of him and he stares back at you.

“Halloween of 1986.” He bends down as he speaks until his face is mere inches from yours. This close, you can see dirt smeared along his cheek. He looks just how you remember seeing him throughout the rest of the house, just dirtier and…less. “What year is it?”

“2019.”

There’s a sound like a shocked sigh and you can feel air pass over the edges of your face. It makes you shiver, and suddenly the cold that you’ve felt at random points throughout the night intensifies. Your arms curl around your abdomen. Your stomach is churning. This man in front of you, this ghost, is almost boyish in his confusion. And you are cold to the very center of your being.

“Why did you bring me down here? To find you?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’ know. I thought—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head once more. “I didn’ remember any of it. Not until we got in here. Not until I saw my body—or my bones, I guess.” He scoffs. "Love, I didn’ know I was dead.”

You feel like you really could be sick. You almost wish he’d led you here purposely. This way is so much more tragic.

“What happened?”

Harry sighs. “No one was home and I was about to leave for a party. I just—I came downstairs because the power went out and then I found that space in the wall and…I fell. The same way you did."

You try to picture Harry—this man that you’ve known for only a single night but who feels so familiar already—stumbling through the dark alone, falling and suffering here where you currently sit. The fear and pain and loneliness he must have felt. “How long were you here for?”

“I died right away. Must’ve hit my head. Or broken my neck. One or the other.”

It’s a relief, somehow. You ache to touch him, to comfort him or yourself, you’re unsure.

“What even is this place?”

“I dunno. And I doubt the landlord actually knows it’s here. He would’ve said somethin’. Would’ve at least checked when I went missin’.” Harry sighs. “Y/N, ‘m sorry.”

“What?”

“I didn’ mean to drop yeh. ’S just—I was holdin’ on to yeh one second and then I couldn’ hold on to anythin’.”

“How does that even work? You’ve been touching me all night. I—“ Blood rushes to your face as you remember the time you spent in his bedroom. Well, what was once his bedroom. And the hoodie you’ve stolen from a closet that no longer belongs to him. “I could feel you touching me.”

“Could yeh?”

“Yes, I—”

Suddenly, you’re not so sure. Could it all have been in your head? Surely not. No, even when you weren’t looking, he pulled you away from the falling attic ladder and tweaked your shoulder. He broke the rungs of a ladder all on his own. He was solid beneath your fingers, if only a little slippery. It just doesn’t seem possible when he’s here in front of you in a flickering form. You reach your hand forward and it slides through him with little more than a chill. He blinks slowly.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” Harry answers, shifting toward you like he’s chasing your touch.

Perhaps it wasn’t all in your head, but maybe it was a joint effort. A manifestation of your imagination and Harry’s obliviousness to his own death. After all, he only faded after he’d seen his empty body.

“Yeh need to get out of here, love. Can tell yeh’re tryin’ not to look at it, but your leg isn’t in great shape. No one’s gonna find yeh down here. And I don’ think they’ll be able to hear you either.”

He’s right, you’re sure. But the mere thought of trying to get up makes your head spin. Pain still lances needle-sharp through your leg, up from your ankle to your kneecap and back down.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yeh have to. Now, get up.”

Harry stands again. He watches you expectantly, and despite your reluctance, you press your back into the wall of the pit. The edge from which you fell is above you but it looks incredibly far away. You close your eyes and hold your breath as you press upward. Although you put all of your weight on your good leg, you have to grit your teeth against the jolting agony of your injured limb as your heel drags across the ground. It’s close to unbearable, but you power through. When you’re upright, you tilt your head back and your heart plummets.

“I can’t reach that,” you whisper.

“You need to try,” Harry insists.

With a huff, you spin yourself around. The force of your movement twists your leg so roughly that you cry aloud. Harry is at your side, his hands extended toward you but missing the pressure that his touch should carry. His face is drawn and creased, so human, so life-like. And you reach your fingers up the wall and there are still too many feet between you and the lip of that floor.

“Are yeh okay?”

“No.” You let out a pathetic sob, lower your hands, and lean your forehead to rest against the back of one. Tears leak down your cheeks and leave your face feeling stiff and sticky. “Harry, I need you to help me.”

“How?”

“I’m not gonna be able to pull myself out of here.”

Harry shakes his head. “I can’ lift yeh. I can’ even touch yeh.”

“I know, I know. I need you to tell someone I’m down here.”

“Y/N.” Harry tilts his head like he pities you. That’s not right. He’s the dead one. You’re still alive. You still have a chance, but it depends on him. “No one else can see me.”

“What?”

“I felt like I was drawn to you when yeh got here tonight. Like—like yeh were open somehow. And I didn’ know why, but I guess we know now.”

“Please, Harry. I need you to try.”

“Love, I was just up there tryin’. The whole time yeh’ve been sittin’ here. I was upstairs and I couldn’ get a single person to acknowledge me.”

Your head spins all over again and you sink down to the ground, screaming as you jostle your bad leg. Your eyes finally catch sight of your injury and although there’s no visible bone, the limb is angled strangely. The contents of your stomach threaten to empty but you swallow against rising bile. You yell for help as an overwhelming anxiety, a helplessness overtakes you.

“I’m going to die down here with you,” you choke out between sobs. Harry only watches from above, his lips pressed tightly together, eyebrows drawn low. He waits until you’ve cried yourself out, until you’ve calmed yourself back to the silent, contemplative state you sat in while he was upstairs. Then he crouches down in front of you.

“Yeh’re not gonna die, love. We’re gonna figure somethin’ out, okay? Yeh’re gonna be fine.”

You look into his softened face, contrasted by the determined look in his eyes and the set of his jaw, and you can almost believe him. But the hopelessness of your predicament is overpowering. You let your head rest back against the wall.

“Stop it.” Harry’s hand slides up your wrist, and it shocks you like a bit of static before the sensation fades into nothing again. “I can’ touch yeh and I can’ talk to anyone else, but there’s gotta be somethin’ I can do to help. Think, love. Yeh’re smart enough for this.”

Your cheek lolls onto your shoulder. You let his determination stir your own and you begin to think back through the events of the night. All of the times you felt cold or uncomfortable, the slamming attic door. The darkness of that attic and this basement. The complete loss of power not once but twice tonight, and the flickering of the flashlight bulb when Harry reappeared here beside you.

“The electricity.”

“What?”

You stare down at the light and nod. “You need to short the power again.”

“What?”

“Harry, it’s been you all night. You’re the ghost who’s been causing the power outages. You just need to do it once more so that someone comes downstairs.”

He shakes his head regretfully. “I didn’ do any of that on purpose. It just happened. I didn’ even think it was me doin’ it, love.”

“Well, you know now, and I need you to try. Really hard. Please, Harry.”

He’s frowning, but there’s a look of desperation on his face that you’re sure mirrors your own.

“Please,” you whisper again.

Harry closes his eyes, sighing, threading his fingers together. His face screws up like he’s trying to concentrate, but it’s only a few seconds before he mumbles, “I have no clue what ‘m supposed to be doin’.”

Your head tips forward and you grunt as a muscle in your broken leg twitches.

“Okay, okay,” Harry says as your fist at your hair. He closes his eyes again and this time he stills completely, He stops breathing the air he doesn’t need and ceases the disconcerting flickering at the edges of his form. The flashlight shorts for a quick moment before blinking back to life. Then you’re immersed in darkness again. Your head spins, thoughts circling down a drain, and you hear your name in Harry’s garbled voice before you lose consciousness.

***

When you awake, you can hear voices, distant and urgent and muffled. Dead, you think. I’m dead. An entire army of earth-bound ghosts is parading around you and you’re dead.

“Y/N, you awake?”

When your eyes open, it’s dark as night. There is no flashlight, but you can feel a presence by your shoulder. And then a touch, soft, but very real.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, ’s me.”

“I’m dead.” It’s not a question. If you can feel him, you must be, and somehow the thought doesn’t make you as upset as you thought it might.

He chuckles. “After all that work? No, yeh’re not dead, love.”

“What?”

“There are paramedics here. They’re tryin’ to figure out how to get yeh outta here because your leg is broken. And the bigger guys can’ fit through the gap but the women wouldn’ be able to lift yeh out alone.”

Your mind spins and Harry’s knuckles brush at your cheek. “How are you doing that?”

“I dunno. Just want to really bad. Tha’s how I got the power out. Think it was me that made yeh pass out though, love. ‘M sorry. Was like I needed more energy and yeh just kinda…gave it to me.”

“So, someone came downstairs?”

“Yeah.” You can hear the smile in Harry’s voice. And the sound is so strong, like he was never a diminished version of himself. “And then I threw the flashlight at him.”

“You what?”

“Well, yeh weren’ conscious, and I wasn’ about to just let him turn the power on and go back upstairs. So, I flung it at the little gap and it rolled into the other room. He couldn’ fit in here, but he called the police.”

“Harry,” you begin, shifting toward him. Your leg twists and you let out a guttural scream.

“Hello?” someone shouts from the main basement. “Miss, we’re coming to get you!”

“Look, we don’ have a lot of time before they get in here and if yeh’re just talkin’ to open air, they’re gonna think yeh’ve gone mad.”

“Or that I’m in shock,” you argue.

“Yeh probably are.”

“Shut up.”

Harry’s fingers whisper along your jaw once more before his touch falls away. “Thank you,” he says.

“For what?”

“For finding my body.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did, even if you didn’t mean to, even I didn’t mean for you too.” He sighs, and it sounds exaggerated, especially when you realize that he doesn’t need the air that he's moving. “Will you tell my family?”

There’s a thick silence that falls between you, and in it, you hold your breath. “Tell them what?”

“That I didn’ just run away. That I wasn’ murdered. That I didn’ suffer. They probably have no idea what happened to me. Maybe they didn’ even have a funeral. I dunno. Maybe they’ve all died, but I feel like I would know, right?”

You swallow, though your throat’s dry. Harry lays a palm over the back of your hand.

“Please? Just let them know?”

“Of course I will, Harry.”

Then his lips are pressed to your forehead, light and feathery as cotton, and you can feel him smile against your skin. “Oh,” he mumbles, “and I think yeh’ll do just fine as a paranormal investigator, love. Think yeh picked the right major after all.”

When he pulls away, you can feel him stand up, feel him drifting, somehow. “You’re leaving,” you observe, and your voice is more desperate than you expected. “Where are you going?"

There’s shuffling in the crevice that leads to this place as first responders attempt to reach you. Metal scrapes against the concrete walls and people in the basement are still shouting at each other. But you can hear Harry’s voice over all of the din as he says, “The only place I can go. On.” And then he’s gone.

The End

[closer-stars]

in which the concert has made me feel emotions, i Don’t Like feeling because vulnerability is uncomfortable especially for someone who is usually the shoulder people lean on. 

lol story time and some words to atz i guess bec why not i guess.

i’ve known atz since kq fellaz, i think a lot of us do. honestly thought kq had sponsored a dance team in korea and decided to market them to the public to get them more views and followers. (i mean korea does fund their culture and arts well so it wasn’t too far fetched of an idea) and just became a casual follower of them since then because well.. dancer stuff lol. i honestly didn’t think they were trainees until i heard they were in mixnine (still didn’t follow cause lol yg). then they debuted, still i was a casual listener because their songs and choreography style were my style but i was more focused on my other fandoms. 

things happened along the way. to keep it short, a bad breakup that made me leave a few fandoms i was in for a while to heal (cons of dating someone who is also into kpop and the same groups ig lolol). i was looking for something to keep myself distracted without leaning too much on my friends because that breakup was just so horrible for me. i didn’t want to annoy my friends with the same story, the same questions, the same frustrations over and over. i hated the idea of wasting time crying over someone that didn’t really.. respect me? I put in my time to translating some of the content just to push away any remnants of my ex from my social media that i can’t delete and for a while it worked but when your ex’s bias is the most popular one it gets Hard. in comes ateez, and i figured, why not check them out. I did, i gave them a chance and it was an experience. They pushed me harder to become a better dancer despite so many difficulties in the dance team i was in while juggling school work (because when the members are my age, it triggers a small part of me to get competitive and existential). They were somehow the distraction and refuge i needed because everything else started to get overwhelming for someone who was healing from a broken heart, low self esteem, existential dread, all the negative feelings i can think of without getting into all the details. They’ve helped me get on my feet again. 

My friends have too, but when you know that your friends have their own struggles to deal with.. it’s not easy to ask for their help. I’ve had to help my friends pick themselves up from near irreversible attempts, mental health issues, psycho-social problems, you name it i’ve had to help them through it one way or another. To keep this clear, this isn’t to gas myself up. Just an explanation as to how friends have eventually leaned on me for strength. It’s hard for me to express my own worries through mere communicating of “I feel bad, I feel worthless, I feel like a failure etc” because most of the time the response has been... flat... unresponsive, not really in the way that you feel and know that they are listening to you. Which is kind of why i resorted to so many creative outlets, it’s the only way I can air out emotions and worries i can’t verbalize in the usual way. So if you ask me “Hey stars, how are you nowadays?” with the intention of wanting to really know how i’ve been. i won’t know how to answer except for the usual, I’ve been okay, been getting through each day. 

so how the fuck do i deal when in comes ateez being vulnerable? being open? (as much as the industry allows them lol). I don’t lmao. I don’t know how to manage emotions that make me near tears. I try to hold it all the time. Besides the feeling of vulnerability, i feel jealousy too. I want to stand on a stage and dance, because that’s one of the rare times i actually feel Alive. Even if it’s for three minutes only, those three minutes are the most Alive I have felt since high school. They keep making me ask myself “what if I just got a little more stubborn? if i lived life a little differently, would i be able to achieve the dream i have? to perform the way they do?”. (one of the reasons why I can’t get myself to listen to odaat is because of the tight feeling in my chest). While I know that it’s one day at a time when it comes to this situation, i feel frustrated still. 

Now at this point idk where this is going.. but like.. To those eight goddamned boys that put me through a rollercoaster of emotions for 3 hours. fuck you guys LMAO. Thank you though, thank you for becoming the shoulder I could lean on until i could get back on my feet. It feels disorienting too, to know that these boys feel the same struggles I did when i started dancing up until now. It’s also disorienting and downright anxiety inducing to know and be aware that both of us share similar passions and dreams, where one is able to achieve it and the other is in limbo (socio-economic factors say hello at this point). Hongjoong and Seonghwa especially, I swear.. The feeling of being the person the leader and everyone else depends on for morale and strength is something I know too well. The feeling of having to keep it together for the sake of everyone is something I’m too familiar with and maybe that’s why they hold a special place in my heart. 

These goddamned boys are forcing me to deal with my own insecurities and anxieties at a pace I’m not familiar with at all and I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t have the words for it. 

That letters from atiny of 2019/2020 hit me a lot harder than any of their sentimental songs. I’m hoping idk how long, that in the future, I can stand on my own, find my own direction and achieve things that can make the me of now rest easy from all her worries. I may not be able to verbalize my worries to friends but having songs that speak of it, choreos that visualize it, art that expresses it helps because hell shit’s hard. I’m hoping that down the line, if I get to meet ATEEZ, I want to thank them for being a shoulder I can lean on despite refusing over and over. You shits, I hate feeling vulnerable but HERE WE ARE. here’s to hoping that 2021 is the start of my big break or something lmfao  

[purplesurveys]

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What’s the name of a song you’ve listened to a lot recently? Prepare for another Hayley answer folks. I’ve been listening to nothing but Petals For Armor this whole week – even lo-fi got a break :o – and Dead Horse is very easily my favorite track so that’s been racking up plays.

Are you texting anyone at this moment? No. I currently have a conversation with Gab on Messenger but replies on both ends are choppy because we’re doing our own thing.

Recently, who in your house has gotten on your nerves the most? It’d be a surprise if someone still doesn’t know the answer to this, but it’s my mom. We just have very different personalities and traits, and that is mostly because I have made it my life’s mission to not end up like her.

Think of the most recent time that you went out to eat with someone, who ended up paying? We split the bill, as we always do. That last time was in my favorite ramen place I now realize :( I miss the outside worldddddd.

Is there anything that’s been weighing on your mind as far as a decision your contemplating whether to act on or not? Explain. Everyday it’s always a mental battle whether I’m touching my thesis or not for that day. It’s such a big deal for me and there’s so much pressure to produce an excellent one that I’m always too scared to look at it, even if it is MY work.

What all has pissed you off today, if anything at all? My mom was making unbelievable statements about ABSCBN (the major network that the government pettily hates and demanded to shut down) and how they deserve the ordeal they’ve been going through...fucking unbelievable. I wasn’t going to let her slide so I offered up my arguments, but I felt her cowering and my suspicions were confirmed when she changed the topic. 

How often do you talk to the person you currently have feelings for? Well I’m already with her, so we talk pretty often throughout the day. It’ll decrease if we’re both super busy, but when it’s one of those days we make sure we at least talk when we wake up and before we go to bed.

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? A Tiktok Angela shared with me. Holy shit it was so funny - it was of a girl going through Twilight and reading every single time Stephenie Meyer used the word ‘chuckled’ with a hilarious voice filter.

Out of all of your friends who have you gotten in the worst fight with? Explain what happened. I super hate having conflicts with people I’m close to, so I honestly can’t tell you an argument I’ve had with a friend even if I try racking my brain for one.

If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it? I’d rather save it till I’ll have to go job-hunting. I’ll spend the money on gas to go to job interviews.

What’s something you would love to have happen right now? I just want the reassurance that I’ll end up in a good job eventually. This whole period waiting for graduation with nothing happening isn’t good for me, and with the lockdown still in place I’ll have to also wait till I can start legit applying for jobs, so these days I’m essentially just living with double the amount of anxiety I’d normally have.

You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose? iPhone 11 Pro Max.

Which of your classes in school is most capable of killing a good mood for you? Business reporting. Before the quarantine, that class absolutely ruined my Fridays which used to be my favorite day of the week. I had a great teacher who opened every avenue possible to help us because it was objectively a difficult class, but that’s all I saw it as – difficult. All my other classes were okay.

How nice of a person are you, honestly? I’m super nice and am always that way with everyone. Though if I encounter someone with a behavior that I don’t like, like being a lousy co-worker or if they support the government lolol, I’ll be less nice but like still not an asshole. It’s a waste of time being a shitty person to other people.

What good things have happened today? My dad bought Pringles yesterday so I got to have them today and holy shit, they are so so good. It also wasn’t that hot today - weather was still awful of course, but at least I didn’t sweat through my shirt or have to breathe heavily, which is good enough for me.

Can you honestly say that at this point and time you’re happy with the way things are going in your life? Not yet, but I’ll get there.

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head? I don’t have a preferred sex.

What have you recently gotten the most compliments on? Honestly nothing. I haven’t been on social media lately because the country is shit and citizens are always saying stupid shit, so I haven’t talked to that many people lately.

When you get to go shopping for new clothes, where do you go to find your clothes? Feliz.

How do you feel about inter-racial couples? You do you. I don’t see anything wrong with it and besides, Filipinos marrying foreigners has always been a common sight.

Have you ever thought you were in love, and then realized later on that your feelings weren’t as strong as you had thought? No.

When will be the next time you travel out of state, where will you be going? I have no clue. All travel plans have been put on hold for a while, so I’ll have to wait until that eases out.

If I were to see you face to face, who would you more than likely be with? My dog.

What is one assumption people make of you, by just seeing you? That I’m grumpy. It’s not inaccurate at all, I definitely have a bit of a short fuse.

When deciding the significance of someone in your life, what is an important deciding factor? How much I can trust them, if we’ve had memorable times together, and if they have the ability to make me feel better when I’m down.

What is something that you have come to realize doesn’t work for you? Trying to have a rational disagreement with my mom. She will always handle conflict immaturely. I will always wonder why she has lasted this long without anyone calling her out on such a poor behavior.

Have you ever grown apart from someone, and then over time you came back into each others lives? Yeah dude, Gabie. I lost her for a while after our first breakup, which was technically two losses for me because she’s also my best friend. We grew apart for around four months but after that we reconnected, patched things up, and realized being friends wasn’t gonna cut it so we ended up dating again haha.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how shy are you? 12 for people I’m not close to, maybe a 6 for those I know well already.

Chose one quality of yours that has caused you problems, explain one situation where the quality was apparent. Mmm when I’m anxious or not having a good day overall, I tend to ignore everyone. I will open messages but not reply to anyone of them, and on the worst days I won’t reply even to the work-related messages. And if anyone asks me if I’m ok or not, it’s going to be seenzoned; if anyone sends me a meme, it’s going to be seenzoned, you get the idea.

I was having a rough time the other day when JM asked me to take over a task for the org, and while I had every intention of doing it, I a) didn’t reply to him, and b) didn’t feel like doing the task until after dinner. When I opened my laptop to get on the job, I already got a message from JM apologizing and saying he had to overstep and do the work himself because he didn’t get a reply from me and because I haven’t done the task yet. I can honestly that’s never happened before and as a perfectionist I was super disappointed in myself and I must’ve apologized to him a thousand times.

Is there something you should be doing right now, besides this survey? Taking a shower.

When was the last time you turned down making plans with someone, why did you? I think it was just that party with Rita’s sister’s DJ friend. I don’t normally turn down plans because I’m always game for anything lol.

Who did you last confide in, what did it involve? I was telling Gabie how much I hate the Mother’s Day posts from everyone on Facebook. I didn’t use Facebook last Sunday precisely because I wanted to avoid seeing any of them, but when I loaded my feed now they were still all over my timeline. I had had enough of waiting for them to go away, so I vented to her.

[lcnguor]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  — Since she is an OC with her own lore I would say pretty much . Of course there are some heres and theres and she changed a lot from the first time I dragged her out of the void of my head . I originally wanted to make more of a gag character but ended up taking too much of the screen if I’m honest . but of course , since there is many other lores and crossovers are a must , some things change once or twice .

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Nora is a mentor character , supportive and most likely to be the ace under the sleeve like a Kisuke Urahara from Bleach or Sinbad from Magi --- you know there’s something fishy but there is a charm that even thought they are slidding in the background for the main character , their relevance is vast . As a mentor characters , she would often help with insight , understanding of complex things , giving moral lessons and giving others a sense of security whilst also making sure to throw hints about a doubious nature . Keeping a character around her to keep their feet on ground while never shooting down their hopes and dreams .

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  She is not approachable unless you have enough guts to -- perhaps even looks intimidating or hard to come up with something plausible to make the meeting more natural . And honestly , she looks like a mainstream angst character at first glance --- even I myself believe this and start having second thoughts ... :laughs:  

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  An old project I had archived in my closet of memories (?). She was the main , nameless character of a journal about , well , her and the emotions she had to deal with in the everyday . I will be seriously honest ... it was a self insert :blushes: after all it was like a personal journal I was doing on my darkest days . But after that , she became Sable -- the first character on her own -- who also served as a mentor ( but the story was much more dark , seriously ) and then just came to this . I even used the pre-prototype name lol . The idea was to put the whole story into a RPG pixel game or a short comic series where she ( Sable ) and the protagonist would wander around a city called “Nobody’s Home” , a place were people with “thats” ( what now are called Stalkers ) got dragged into and either confront their emotions and solve / comes in terms with them or get eaten by them ( a metaphor for suicide or dead by mental illness ) . The story was more or less about Sable teaching Nona ( the genderless protagonist ) about different mental states , issues and others and helping people solve them so they can return to the real world . Needless to say , the story ends with Nona returning after coming in terms with their condition ( funnily enough , the protagonist had a bunny shaped emotion ) while on the other hand Sable stayed behind along with her closest friend , who she question why he keeps being around if he could return himself , to what he replies he doesn’t want to leave her alone esp since she can no longer return --- hinting Sable committed suicide but by sheer will power remained there to help others to deal with what she couldn’t . Voez , the friend I mention , is even Victor from her current lore . Haha , I like recycling I guess . When I came with Nora , it was mostly to kill time and altered her base story a bit since the original plot was way to close up to make an interaction .

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  How well received she became , I know it sounds a bit ... uh , bad . But I honestly never expected people to like her . heck I even have my doubts about myself liking her haha . plus I know it’s not easy to deal with a character with a somewhat meta power ... I still struggle from time to time but I’m managing and having the support I have atm is something that keeps me going . I love plot a shit lot . I love to come up with ideas with others . To expand what I already have . besides , there is so much I haven’t write down yet that is about her lore but I’m a bit insecure yet . I guess I’m too used to forums where everyon follows a general plot haha ... old habits die hard .

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / 50-50

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO, I HATE DRABBLES.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES/ NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / .... UHHHH

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES VERY MUCH A LOT / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  I haven’t got any so far --- which honestly surprises me because well ... there is so much that can bother people . as I said , I received a lot of support and praise , which also surprises me haha ... I won’t deny I would love to hear what people think , even if I later end up riding the anxiety train to the moon but it’s also a way to grow up , I believe . god ... I sound like nora Uu

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I absolute love this and need this . It comes easier for me to make a 20 word pages of information about stuff if I’m asking specifically about it . even add explanatory drawings with it lolol since I’m kinda bad with words . besides , showing me interest on a character would just fire the heck out of me to keep going . I mean , everyone likes to get some curiosity and a chance to develop more their characters , canon or not .

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  I would for sure . I’m not smart and I actually do a shit ton of research --- but even so I can miss a lot of shit people would say <nah that’s not how it works> and that would be helpful as heckie . but of course , needing the why also would tell me if the person disagreeing is doing it with a solid ground or just because they are being a piece of crap . I’m really tired of tumblr mentality and shitty people who aren’t mature enough to act decently .

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  you cannot like everyone or have everyone like you either . I don’t really care much ... esp since nora is an original character . if it constructive critisism , okay -- I will take it , but gimme a solid reason other than “ your character is / is not ... “ and then give a crappy critique because she doesn’t fit your agenda or standards .

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  you are fucking free to unfollow me and ignore me for the rest of your life . I really don’t get the point of hating on the internet just because and keep promoting your hate just to be a pain in the ass .

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  I fucking wrote in my rules that people are even fricking free to fix my grammar and english because holy heck , even to this day I still do some ugly shit . I’m dumb , help ...

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, kinda . I take everything with water . whenever it’s of ideology , people as it is , characters ... I am quite tolerant and try to keep the “okay this person thinks this way , fine .” but as long as nobody crosses the line where they try to spoil it for me or others , I get super bitter . I love OOC , getting to know the one behind the character makes me feel more secure about coming to them and just rambling about plots and hcs and whatever idea got in my mind . but if I see someone and , forgive me god for misjudging , see them as a person that will put me on my nerves -- I won’t even try . as for the friends I have and those who don’t know me as much ... I am obnoxiously sporadic and have a lot of ups and downs very often . one day I could be talking 100 words per second others I will just take a fucking week to respond . honestly , I had mined my social skills for two years plus several other irl stuff previous to that , so I’m always a bit too anxious around people , esp people I REALLY like . I’m insecure as heck , if someone is vague ( just because , idk , it was a lazy day for them ) I think at least 10 different reason why probably that person hates me now . I’m a bit dumb 26 year old baby .......... but I’m very aware that is completely on me . I’m a mess.......  so , what was the question again ??? ... I , yeah ... it’s a kinda . but I try , at least haha.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by:  @skyvar​ herself Tagging: y’all , cowgirls and cowbois . i hate tagging bc i forget urls :finger guns:

[flamingpossums]

“I know you’re awake, Twells.”

Writing One Electric Boogaloo: The Part Where He Blackmails Him under the cut babey! (Writing one out of one most likely b/c this is just a dumby ask blog and I don’t see myself making more writings on here unless i decide it deserves a writing lolol)

Gene grabbed his hat from on top of the arsonist’s head, holding it to his lap as he crept forwards. His footsteps were distinct amongst the silence of the house.

“Hng...tired… Gimme five more minutes,” Farrow slurred, eyes slowly squinting open. They were immediately squeezed back shut as Gene clicked on a flashlight, shining it directly in his face. “Fuck, man, is that necessary?”

“Absolutely not. Wake up, Farrow. You and I? We’re gonna have a talk.” Gene spoke precisely.

“I’m not talking to mafia scum like you.” An eye squinted open, and Farrow spat on Gene’s shoes. He was in his living room, some of the furniture moved aside out of his reach. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn.

“...Hm. Already defiant, aren’t we? You do understand that the more you disobey, the heavier your punishment’ll be, right?”

“...Punishment?”

“I’m not here to have a pleasant evening chat over tea, Farrow. I have business to settle here. Now listen-- I’ve found that you’re not really the Bodyguard you claim to be, is that right?” Gene’s hand flicked downwards, veering the flashlight below with it. It illuminated the lower half of Farrow’s face.

“Don’t think you need to know, Trenchcoat.” Farrow’s lips curled up into a scowl as he spoke. Amused chuckling followed from Gene.

“No need to keep acting tough, Mr. Twells. Or should I say, Mr. Farrow? Perhaps even the long forgotten Mr. Retner? Whichever one of your identities you’d rather go under today. Go ahead, choose.” From his coat came a briefcase, and from that slim black briefcase he took out a small stack of loose papers-- he held them out to Farrow like a deck of cards. Miscellaneous papers, the lot of them, but all of them shared one common trait: his alibis were written all over them. Farrow’s scowl was wiped off his face.

“Where’d you get these?” He blurted. “I… I don’t even remember half of these?”

“They’re all yours, bud. I don’t tell anyone my sources.” Farrow reached out to snatch them back, but his arms were restrained at the sides. He writhed around and grit his teeth, Gene watching his pitiful attempts and smirking. “I know many things about you, Mr. Farrow. You’re a rather interesting character. More interesting than the pathetic crooks I deal with every other day. So, thanks! Thanks for making my work a little more tolerable.” His eyes squinted up, hinting to a sly smile below his mask.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Farrow growled. “Sure, you’ve found me out. What are you gonna do, reveal me to death? I don’t care. Do it. Have fun with it. By the time they hang me I’ll be back.”

“Ah, yes, your revival. Funny you mention that, actually. Delving into your peculiar mystery of a past I found death records. The first, I was sure it was faked, but the second one? My my, how weird is it that a man found dead would be up and talking to me personally three or so years later? Lucky me.” Gene giggled. “Mendel Slovak-- really interesting character as well. I didn’t look too much into him-- for once that’s not my business--but he did a good favor getting you out of that graveyard, huh? Or, well, dumpster.” Another one of his irritating chuckles. Farrow glared and grit his teeth more forcefully, both out of anger and the anxiety that undeniably started boiling inside him.

“Seeing that if you die you’ll just be revived again,” Gene continued, “my mafia has so kindly arranged a special death for you, if you go against my demands. One you won’t cheat.” He shoved his face closer to Farrow’s, flashlight casting a shadow over it. Farrow pressed his back to the chair, eyes widening. “As I like to put it...they won’t find your body.”

“...Personal space exists, fuckhead.”  Gene backed right back up into his former position. “And what are you asking for? Money? A town? Multiple towns? I’ve got a few up my sleeve I don’t care about anymore, take them. I really don’t care.” Farrow’s eyes went back to being narrowed in a weary glare.

“Not exactly, although that does sound nice. What I need for you is something different. Something more...helpful.” Gene wrung his hands together as he gathered his thoughts.

“Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you, if it means you’ll fuck off.”

“Alright, so, I had a simple request for you, but seeing as you’ve had a...rather rocky past with the mafia, I suppose I should give you a choice in the matter rather than trying to get you to do something you’ll probably obnoxiously refuse to do. See? I’m nice. Usually, I wouldn’t give you a choice, right? But I’m nice.” Another invisible grin crept on Gene’s face as he turned around, back faced to Farrow. “Here’s your choices, Mr. Farrow. Either you can join the Mafia--”

“You’re fucking stupid if you think I’ll ever associate myself with you.”

“Easy, now, I wasn’t done,” Gene spat, pivoting back to face him. “...Either you can join the Mafia, be whatever you’d like-- Mafioso, maybe a Forger, Blackmailer...You name it, and if you’re qualified, you’re under our wings.”

“...And what’s my second option?”

“Well, this one’s a little lengthy. But in the end, it’s fair.” He tapped his own chin in thought. “You’ll tell us the names and roles of your little Neutral friends. As many as you can name. We already know about your brother, so you don’t--”

“You don’t lay a fucking hand on him,” He snarled. “I’ll knock your damned lights out.”

“Hey, now. Nobody’s getting hurt if you play along, Farrow. You’re to tell us about all your neutral killing friends; we won’t kill them-- we can’t, most of them will be night immune. But it’ll give us information to work with.” Farrow remained silent.

“Secondly, you’ll douse who we tell you to douse. This may include some of your friends--none of your family, but ah, maybe a few you won’t mind being picked off. You are not to douse anyone who is in or working with the Mafia, and we’ll make sure of that.”

“This deal sounds terrible.”

“I’m not done yet, idiot,” Gene snapped. “Thirdly, you are to not speak anything about the Mafia. You will not mention us. To everyone including yourself, I’m an Investigator. Got it? You are not to talk bad about the Mafia, and you are not to tell anyone of the existence of the Mafia. Zip.” Gene made a zipping gesture over his mouth. Farrow simply rolled his eyes. “If you do as much as mention the Mafia, you’re dead, and you’re not coming back. Understand that? Dead forever.”

“Wow, I’m so scared. I’m, like, shaking right now.” Farrow scoffed. “The hell’s in it for me, then, if I gotta do all this bullshit?”

“Many things, Farrow. I am working with you, not against you. First of all, if you keep up to my demands for two weeks--that’s it, two weeks of your compliance is all I need-- your secrets are safe with me. The town’ll be blissfully unaware of your presence as an arsonist, your past, your alibis, every single one of your major and trivial crimes. You won’t be hung up in the middle of town. And most importantly, your family and friends shall remain safe and sound. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“My...hold on a minute. And if I refuse to do all this garbage?” Farrow furrowed his eyebrows curiously.

“Well, then all your secrets are out, and the town’ll be running to hang you in an instant. Your friends and family’ll quickly find their way as targets for us, and we’ll do anything in our power to swiftly take care of them.” Gene smiled and cocked his head. “I think you’ll find it wise to play with us rather than against us. We take all this very seriously.”

“You fucker. Do whatever the hell you want to me, whatever, kill me in your favorite way or whatever, but leave them out of this.”

“Sorry, Farrow. I already know you value your life as much as you value, ah, a crack in the sidewalk. We need to have something of actual value at stake here, Mr. Twells.”

“You’re not fucking touching them!” He writhed some more, but the ropes weren’t giving away anytime soon. “Literally, take anything you want, my house, my money, whatever! I don’t care! I don’t want them pulled into this shit!”

“Rules are rules, my friend.” Gene chuckled, backing up a bit. “Besides, I’ve set up an easy deal for you. Just do what I ask of you and they’ll be spared. It’s not that hard!”

“We’ll just kill you, you bastard. We’re stronger than you are! You and your goons’ll have your intestines strung up like decorations in your stupid base! My dad’ll fucking shred you!”

Gene smirked.

“Mm. I’m afraid if you attempt any sort of aggression or violent action towards us, we’ll have all of you neatly arranged dead on the ground right tucked into the alley between this house and the neighbor’s. Remind you of anyone, Farrow?” His eyes squinted up in the smuggest smile one’s ever seen.

“...I’ll fucking kill you, you little bitch.” Farrow started thrashing in another attempt to get out of the ropes, anything it’d take to get his hands wrung around Gene’s throat. “I’ll kill you!” He shouted.

“We’ll be having none of that, Mr. Twells.” Gene calmly packed up his suitcase and tucked it inside his coat. Ana flew onto his shoulder following his familiar welcoming whistle, simply tilting her head at the man seething with rage right behind the two. “I suggest you start watching your words from now on, Farrow. I’ve so cleverly bugged you, so anything you say’ll be tracked and logged. No naughty words, alright? We’re watching.” Gene looked over his shoulder and tilted his head. Ana mimicked him, cocking hers to the right as well. Farrow ceased his futile struggling, slumping down in the chair in defeat and breathing slightly heavily. His neck, usually numb, started sending aches down his shoulder and the side of his face. Listening to whatever jargon he has left for him, he glared daggers into Gene.

“Remember the deal I made with you, alright? Feel free to write it down for yourself once you’re free. Just don’t show it to anyone, alright? I’m watching you, Farrow.” He winked.

“Fuck you,” Farrow murmured.

“Two weeks.” Gene held up two fingers, nearing the door. “Two weeks is all. I’ll be seeing you, Farrow. Farewell.” He flicked off the flashlight and set the hat back on his head, tilting it as a goodbye.

“Wait!” Farrow called out. “I’m still tied!”

“Oh, you know well if I untie you you’ll just go for my throat. Your dad’s coming home soon, anyways. Ask him to do it for you.” He giggled. “See you!” He opened the door and shut it behind him.

Farrow lay still for a minute, eyes wide as he tried to process exactly what had just gone down. He couldn’t slide lower into his own chair due to the ropes.

This guy, although hard to admit, knew almost everything about him. He even knew about the smallest things that happened almost 15 years ago!

“God, fuck me,” he grit.

The ominous shadow looking outside the window disappeared into the night the instant Gene started hightailing it home. The clouds gently wafted along to eventually uncover the kindly shining gibbous moon, and the winds picked up outside the house. A creak sounded out from the attic. Farrow shut his eyes and considered just sleeping this off. He waned into sleep….

A loud crash sounded out, and a grown man fell out through the attic. He landed on the floor and swore a bit, quickly getting up. His hands were full of cat food.

“Shit, sorry about that, mate.” Farrow, already disturbed, stared at him silently. “Where’d the guy go?”

“Were you there the entire time? Who...who even are you?!” The blonde man winked and stuck out his tongue playfully.

“I’ve gotta go! Nice seeing you!”

“Wait, wait! Untie me! Fuck, come back!” The man turned around and grinned.

“You’re lookin’ awful tied up, aren’t ya? Aww, that’s too bad. But you’ll be fine, don’t sweat it!” He stood silent, just grinning, the two staring at each other for a solid few seconds. “...Well, bye!” He slammed the door shut.

“Fucker!” Farrow screamed, kicking his own chair. He threw his head back and groaned audibly. Now there were two grown men hightailing after Gene, each for their own entertainment. Farrow sat still tied up in his own living room, and the night dragged on.

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50 QUESTIONS  TAG GAME

FINALLY I got to do this. VACAY time, YAY. 

I was tagger by @ditzymax thank you, and I’m sorry for the delay. 

I wanna tag some people, but mainly @yeoldontknow @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @kihobebe 

Have an amazing day!

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1. What takes too much of your time?

Work, basically. 

2. What makes your day better?

Having time for myself, and by that I mean reading fanfics, watch dramas, read books and all the thigs you do to clear your mind. 

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

I kinda just woke up, but yesterday I got time to study and get some things done, which is very nice for an ADHD person.

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

Hogwats, obviously. 

5. Are you good at giving advice?

No. I usually just listen. The advice I give is very poor actually. 

6. Do you have any mental illnesses?

ADHD and anxiety. 

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Yes,  more than once. it sucks. 

8. What musician inspired you the most?

At the moment BTS, but not only them throughout my life. 

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

Yes.

10. What’s your dream date?

Staying in and talking. Or having a conversation at a cold place outside at night? Lol, does this make sense?

11. What do others notice about you?

Eyes

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

Forgetting things, but that’s part of the ADHD whole stuff. Also, hair rolling? I usually take a strand of hair and roll it forever lol. 

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

We haven’t met in years, but just for lack of opportunity. We don’t have mutual friends anymore, so...

14. How many ex’s do you have?

some.

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

Hundreds.

16. What instruments can you play?

None at the moment. I started learning the keyboard, but that’s already lost. 

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

Jung Hoseok

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

Japan

19. What is your zodiac?

Aries

20. Do you relate to it?

Yes and no. I am not angry at the world, nor do I state my opinions in a fierce matter so that people think I am rude or something. I can be loud though. And I get angry on the inside but can control  myself to not lash at people impulsively. 

21. What is happiness to you?

Peace of mind.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Stress. Work stress. 

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

Trusting and forgiving a bad friend.

24. What’s your favourite store?

Stationary stores

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

Pro.

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

No.

27. Do you have a favourite album?

Not really.

28. What do you want for your birthday?

Peace of mind

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

No idea honestly. I have no idea of what people think of me firstly. 

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

Early twenties. Sometimes late teens.

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

On my nightstand beside my bed.

32. What word do you say the most?

Absolutely no idea, but I mutter to myself the f word all the time lolol.

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

No idea, but I don’t really like too much older.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

Around 24 maybe? I am old for the fandom. 

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

I don’t think no one has ever said that I would suit any other carrer than my own.

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

Rock, Pop, K-Pop. 

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

Canada or Australia. Or New Zealand. 

Not considering the language, i could live in Japan too. They have AMAZING life and home hacks, and I am not even starting to talk about their healthcare system because NICE!

38. What is your current favourite song?

I think at the moment Lay’s What U need

39. How long have you had this blog for?

Huuuuh.....2016 I think. 

40. What are you excited for?

VACATIONSSSSSS! Freaking FINALLY!

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

None? I mean, definetly listener, but i tend to space out a lot, and when i talk I cannot explain what I want properly. 

Welcome to my ADHD. 

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

Study yesterday. 

43. What do you want for Christmas?

To not work, but that’s already a given.

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

When in college I used to get good grades on surgery classes.

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

8

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?  

Working less, hopefully.

47. When did you first get your heartbreak?

16

48. At what age do you want to get married?

Not in a rush actually. 

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

Veterinarian, but I found out I love animals too much to see them suffer, especially on the hands of bad hoomans. 

50. What do you crave right now?

Chocolate always. 

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dating is like ⇀ min yoongi

- admin xion

genre: fluff/head cannon member: bts/min yoongi word count: 1, 401 s/n: hmphphph that’s right i’m writing for yoongi because i want too & because i watched this video and i’m soft- // highkey unedited, i can’t be bothered- 

↳ warnings: none

prompt:  what’s it like dating a giant cold marshmallow 

right off the bat, i’m just gonna say how yoongi is the type to care for someone on the lowkey 

by that i mean he overall pays attention to little detail

say for example you’re sick and needed to take medicine every 5 hours... every 5 hours, yoongi would remind you or like bring medicine for you and scold you if you didn’t 

lolol he’s deadass a tsundere lemme just get that out of the way- 

now how did you two become friends to lovers? 

definitely a lot of trust and common interest 

i honestly don’t think yoongi is the type to venture outside of his comfort zone if it’s not something he’s familiar with 

for example: he’ll like try a new genre of music because he loves music or try new pieces of clothing because he likes clothing but i don’t think he’ll 

a lot of laughing together and probably just overall knowing each others  backstories and the ups in downs in each other lives 

i feel like that is a big thing with yoongi he’ll appreciate a lot about if you knew that sort of stuff and still loved him for it 

you’re would be someone who’d yoongi trust a lot when he’s comfortable enough to cry in front of you

everything would just be calm? like the day you two officially a thing would be like you two sitting at the edge of a curb or something at night just talking about whatever 

and you look to your side and meet his eyes 

then yoongi would just place his lips against yours and everything would be warm and soft 

lots of hand holding at first 

a lot of clinging onto each other as well 

but not the annoying type?? 

like the type who’d pout whenever you can’t hug him or hold his hand but you two are still perfectly fine from being restrained to do so 

if you ever borrowed his clothes, he’d actually like it a lot 

but if it was something expensive he’d be like “make sure not to spill anything on it though” 

on the inside, he’s dying over how cute you look

actually, he’d love it a lot if you borrow any of his casual clothing like his hoodies, t-shirts, flannels...

it just shows possession on how your his and like you look good in them too so- 

yoongi would probably love to spoil you 

he’s the type to know a lot of little details such as your habits, your taste in clothes, foods, or like sizes in such clothing 

so sometimes he’ll come home with a bag and it’ll have like a classy simple dress in it 

couple items wouldn’t be really out there 

it’d be more like a promise ring you two would wear often or a necklacke

matching earrings could be a thing too or matching hats 

oof that’d be cute 

comfortable silence is a big Y E S from yoongi 

sometimes he’d just come home from work, hug you and place his chin at the top of your head and just stay like that for a bit 

talking can require a lot of energy at times and yoongi drains himself from working a lot 

so the fact that you two would be able to share comfortable silence would be really perfect to him 

a lot of aesthetic selcas of each other or like just you two being memes- 

yoongi would probably have his wallpaper of the two most important things in the world to him

you and holly- 

arguments wouldn’t pop up too often

mostly you two arguing over something stupid 

but if it is something serious, he wouldn’t want to talk for a few days 

and that’s because he’s too scared he’ll say something he’ll regret

so he’d rather cool off, come back to it with a clear mind and forgive each other 

members would sorta use you as his weak point

like jimin would be complaining of something

“yoongi won’t let me borrow his jacket i’M COLD-” 

yoongi would faintly chuckle as he’s scrolling through his phone 

“i bet he’d give it to y/n though,” jimin muttered and oHHH BOY

he honestly couldn’t hide his smile no matter how hard he’d try

“alRIGHT HERE YOU BROUGHT OUT MY WEAK SPOT” 

also if their arguing over something stupid and yoongi knows he’s in the wrong but still puts it up

keep in mind, it’s over something stupid so it’s most likely being taken as joke 

they’d bring you up like “DO I NEED TO CALL Y/N-” 

and he’d just surrender 

BUT BUT 

sometimes they’d actually call you and he’d think you’d side with him

sike you side with his members and he’d be all defeated about it and whine to you when he comes home 

on the cases where you do side with him, he’s all giddy and lovable hehe 

long cuddles and long silences as all 

like yoongi could be talking and he’d stop his sentence midway and you’d still understand exactly what he was trying to say

like you could finish off his sentence if you wanted too 

loves calling you 

i feel like yoongi lowkey hates texting because he can’t hear your voice 

so if he’s overseas he’d call you at night until you fell asleep 

on rare occasions, he might even face time you?? 

sharing songs you two like is also really important 

i can imagine him having a playlist filled with songs you two jam too and it’s overall really adorable and soft 

his heart also melts a lot if you know the lyrics to his part in a song

yoo if you knew his part in cypher four he’d bE SO GUMMY ABOUT IT AND JUST UWU

likes doing stuff for you

like one day he’d just sit beside you and be like 

“hey, can you teach me how to braid hair?” 

and you’re like what your hair isn’t long enough and he’s like nono

“i wanna braid your hair”

and ouu boy he was terrible at it 

whenever he was bored he’d probably practice or something and it’d be really cute 

as time passes on, he’d slowly get better and better !!

he’d sacrifice his own happiness for yours 

say for example you had to do something and it was giving you major anxiety, yoongi would take time out of his own schedule to do it for you 

probably like saves you concert tickets if you wanted to go to one of their concerts hehe

when he spots you in the crowd he’s all gummy like and it’s uwu 

gives the performance 110% because he wants to impress you 

likes feeding you or being fed LOLOL I JUST HAD TO GET THAT OUT OF THE WAY-

enjoys sharing his inner thoughts with you

long conversations of purely anything

truly just being comfortable with anything and being with each other for a long time 

highkey so soft for you

when asked how was it spending like 7 months away from you he’d say it felt like hell or something

but when asked the same question for holly he’d probably be like i’d wanted to die- LOLOL

getting tired of doing simple things 

like the boy can get up and be like “ah thats enough for one day-” 

him sleeping on your shoulder in public 

asking you to fix his hair up all the time or if he looks good 

but when you ask the same questions he’d be like “why are you even asking? you always look good” 

as yoongi’s s/o i feel like he’d feel bad for you a lot 

because he’s an idol and everything and sometimes he’ll be super duper busy and won’t be able to contact you

and although you understand and you trust him completely with that, he’ll still feel bad as a boyfriend and would be sorta homesick because of that

especially when you two are catching up in each others lives and you tell him everything he missed while he was away, he’d feel like utter shit since he missed out on memories of you being happy 

that’s where you sorta have to come him and just love him with your whole entire hearts, letting him know that it’s okay and you’ll still love him the same 

cough anyways

you know those dorky couple ulzzang pictures? 

yeah, that’s basically your relationship with yoongi in a nutshell- 

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Saeyoung | The Stars

Hey @thebluerosemaiden, I’m sorry this took over a month. Hah, I nearly forgot because I was so focused on what was in my ask box. So sorry about that! Anyways, I tried my very best to make this bittersweet the way you asked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy~♡

Mc loved him. She loved him so much. She wanted nothing more than to just plant her lips on his and eradicate all of his doubts, fears and agony. 

But the reality was, she could not do that. 

Saeyoung was a very complex being. He had spent many years being solely devoted to his job and being connected to other people was a huge no-no. 

So when he was in Rika’s apartment working on securing Mc safety and all of a sudden his brother showed up, bearing a lifetime’s worth of resentment for him caused him to completely bury his feelings for Mc and get his brother back. No matter how much he hurt anyone, Saeran was his top priority. 

So he did the only thing he could think of to make Mc not like him. Hurt her. He did everything in his power to “protect” her from him. But not even Saeyoung himself could ever make Mc forget the grief he put her through.

It was quiet in the apartment, save the sound of Saeyoung’s fingers tapping rapidly against the keyboard of his laptop. 

Mc was beyond bored. She could not leave the apartment with the threat of being kidnapped still out there and Seven had not been exactly kind to her since the re-appearance of his brother. Not that she blamed him, Saeyoung had just witnessed his own brother actively try to kill someone he held dear.

Mc had noted that the hacker hadn’t eaten yet and the hours of the day were passing by. 

16:44. 

That couldn’t be healthy. Mc decided that she would make something for herself and for Seven… just to elminate the tension that permeated throughout the apartment. 

Once she prepared the simple dinner, she padded her way to where Saeyoung was hard at work. She was nervous, Seven was cold and unapproachable so coming to at least notify him of dinner caused an explosion of anxiety to circulate in Mc’s gut. 

“Seven?” 

No answer. 

“Seven.” A little louder but still no reply. 

Mc made her way towards him, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. Mc could practically breathe in the distaste radiating off of Saeyoung as he was pulled from his work. Mc had to prevent herself from physically showing her pain from the blunt “what?” she recieved.

“I made dinner. Um I can bring it to you if you want.” Mc hated how vulnerable and weak she sounded. She hated the fact that this man had so much control over how she felt without even realising it. 

“… I’ll eat it later.”

“Please, Seven, you haven’t eaten all day,” Mc pleaded, knowing that he wouldn’t eat later like he said. 

Seven could feel the guilt settle in his stomach at his next words. “Mc I have actual problems to deal with so if you’re going to start nagging me then I’ll go to a different room and it would be in your best interest to leave me alone.”

With that, Mc turned tail and left. She only returned once with the plate of food, left it on the floor beside him and he didn’t see her again until the following day.

It was still fresh in Mc’s mind; all that he said to her. They were all the same, more or less. Each word that Seven bellowed described the entirety of his ‘hatred’ towards her.

But how was Mc supposed to know that Saeyoung didn’t actually hate her. That it was the exact opposite. She wasn’t a mind-reader. 

There was no way for her to know that whenever she smiled, Seven’s heartbeat would increase by tenfold or whenever she said his name, he had to dedicate all his energy into not pouncing on her and claiming every bit of her as his own.

And because Mc was under the impression that she was bearing feelings for a man who detested her, she did the only thing she could to protect herself from a world of hurt… 

And that was to slowly, but defintely surely, let go of her love for Saeyoung. Mc knew herself better than anyone and she knew that she would not be able endure the heartache that follows an unrequited love. 

So it began when Saeyoung decided to go after Saeran. Instead of going with him, she opted to stay at Rika’s apartment. This was “Phase One” of moving on. Distance and time to be alone with her feelings. Seven had been so glad when Mc didn’t go along because he would not be able to live with himself if anything had happened to her. 

Although he didn’t know that she spent the time he was gone crying for a lost love. A lost chance. An unknown opportunity. 

“You’re not coming with me, Mc,” Seven almost spat at her. The loathing for his own being doubled as he saw a flash of pain in Mc’s eyes. 

“It’s okay, Seven. I know. I’m going to stay here. I have a party to organise.”

The hacker only nodded, turning his back and then leaving. Unbeknownst to him, Mc stood behind him with a sad smile stretched across her lips. In that moment, she knew that this would be the last time she would look upon Saeyoung with the love she had for him. In the time he would be gone, she was going to sort out her emotions and not show her face to him again until all she could do was consider him a friend. 

Now here she stood, ready to be reunited with her friend. And ready to meet his twin brother. It had been weeks since she had seen the red haired male. Mc was confident that she was no longer in love with Seven. When she thought about him, all she could feel was the love of a platonic friendship. 

Even now, as Saeyoung wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, her heart stayed the same. No skipping of beats or increase of her pulse. Just the relief of seeing him alive and healthy. 

However, Seven observed Mc. There was something different about her. She seemed so close to him but also in the same reach as he was to the stars. He could no longer feel the warmth in her gaze or the lingering of her arms around him in the hug. 

It became painfully apparent to him then; Mc had moved on. He had suceeded in his intetions all those weeks ago. All the spews of hatred and animosity has triumphed into what Seven would consider his greatest mistake. 

“Hello, Saeran, I’m Mc. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mc shook the hand of his brother, smiling gently as she became properly introduced with the man who had turned her life upside down. 

Saeyoung could see the blush creep onto his twin’s cheeks as his hand connected with Mc’s. 

This was it. 

It was Saeran’s chance at a happy life. Seven would not interfere. He would stay well away from Mc and do nothing to potentially re-kindle any of her feelings for himself. 

For now, Saeyoung’s love story with Mc was over. 

Only to be continued in his dreams. 

But in reality; just as in reach as he was with the stars. 

AHHH, I hope you enjoy this. I eventually got this finished lolol, there were so many power outages today!

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Hi! First of all, I'm sorry for my bad English uwu.. I have always read request about a sad situation in which it affected a lot of MC, those of RFA went and they comfort her. I was thinking *And since I like angst content haha ;w;* what would happen if RFA + V and Saeran, had a heavy day, are very down or depressed, to the point that they don't speak, don't respond to chats or even interact with MC . What would MC do to comfort them? I love ur content, keep it up! 3

I really love how unique this request is! I like writing about comforting the RFA and friends because I want to give them the love that they deserves! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy! ^^

Yoosung

Yoosung wasn’t expecting to feel so utterly depressed after visiting his cousin

He had finally come to terms with all of the horrible things Rika had done but he wanted to see her one last time

Without telling anyone, Yoosung went to visit Rika at the mental hospital

All she did was spit vile and hurtful words towards the younger boy, making him feel completely useless

You noticed that Yoosung’s normally bubbly personality drastically changed to one of somber

Not wanting to pry too much, you set up a game of LOLOL and a bowl of Honey Buddha Chips at his computer desk

Yoosung dragged himself to his room to see you gently patting his chair, giving him a soft smile

He didn’t say much but you could tell that your boyfriend was starting to feel some joy again

Yoosung never truly told you what happened to him to make him so depressed but he would always remember how precious you were to him, he didn’t need anyone else in his life besides you

Zen

Zen never would have imagined being depressed could make him feel so hopeless

After learning that he wouldn’t play any role in a popular upcoming musical plus having his motorcycle break down was awful

But to make matters worse, Zen’s parents decided to call him and rant on about how he was a disgrace to the family

He usually never took his parent’s words to heart, but today was different as their words felt true to him

You had never seen Zen so upset before, you missed his deep voice, upbeat attitude, and random singing

So you pressed his head against your chest as he finally let the dam break and the tears rolled down his cheeks

You gently hushed him, reassuring him that everything would get better as you combed through his long hair

When he composed himself, Zen apologized for being weak and thanked you for being there for him when no one else would

Jaehee

It was always the toughest time of the year when the day of Jaehee’s mother’s passing came around

But this year it seemed particularly worse since her work load kept piling up meaning more stress in her already busy life

Jaehee felt as though she didn’t have anytime to herself, that she was failing her mother and wouldn’t make her proud

When you found out about Jaehee’s depression, you decided to take her to a therapist

While it did help somewhat, you knew that she needed support from you most of all

So you would make her a large, warm cup of coffee and bring in some baked sweets while the two of you watched Zen’s musicals on DVD

You would put a blanket around both of you so that Jaehee would feel more at ease, which truly helped her

Jaehee would always have a piece of her heart that would belong to her mother but the rest would forever belong to you

Jumin

For being the so called man with no emotions, Jumin surprisingly had a large amount of anxiety in his heart

Having to become the perfect businessman and living up to everyone’s expectations would be rolling on anyone, including Jumin

After failing a particular important business deal, Jumin felt like he was utterly worthless

As much as he tried to hide his sorrow, you were the only one who could see through his netrual face

You made Jumin get a warm shower and when he came out, you presented him with homemade pancakes in the shape of a cat head

Jumin smiled at your silliness and already felt himself become happier and once the two of you finished, it was family cuddle time

You, Jumin, and Elizabeth all laid down on the massive bed with you holding your husband in your arms

Feeling your warmth and love would always be the only thing would always make Jumin happy and he made sure to always be there for you in return

Seven

Seven had recently failed his past two hacking jobs, both of which meant a huge blow to his agency

All of this stress and frustration took a toll on Seven, he completely shut down

He wouldn’t eat, sleep, talk, or even crack a cringy joke, he would only half-heartedly work

Seeing your boyfriend so down made your heart ache and you knew that you had to help him

So you would quietly sit next to Seven as he worked and helped relax him anyway that you could without disturbing him

You would rub his shoulders, pick out soothing music to listen to, bring him his meals, and even try to crack some of your own corny jokes

Seven truly appreciated your efforts and they genuinely helped him feel better and motivate him to finish his work

With you in his life, Seven knew that he could always overcome his depression and face whatever life threw at him thanks to your love

V

It was days like this where you felt V needed to learn how much of an incredible person he is

He was going through some old photos and stumbled across one with Rika and the twins on it

V must have stared at the photo for an hour, silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought about all of the sorrow and grief he put those boys through

He believed that everything was his fault, V completely shut himself off from everyone and wallowed in sadness

But you weren’t having it, you knew that it was solely his fault and you had to make him realize that

You walked into his room, noticing him hugging his knees to his chest with teary eyes, as you sat beside him and showed him the photos you gathered

They were of the RFA being together and all be happy or goofy, the two of you laughing at the one where Seven was trying to steal Elizabeth away from a very angry Jumin

V wrapped his long arms around you and quietly thanked you and at that moment, finally understood what true love was

Unknown

Saeran had plenty of good and bad days but today was one of his worst

After waking up from a nightmare, Saeran kicked you and Seven out of his room and demanded neither of you disturb him

You patiently waited for Saeran to calm down and open the door but he refused so you went to get a bowl of ice cream to coax him out

But you froze when you heard his muffled sobs coming from his room, you felt your heart tear apart

Seven finally managed to pick the lock to his brother’s door and let you enter to comfort him

Saeran weakly told you to leave but you refused, knowing that deep down, he needed your comfort

So you silently held him in your arms and told him all of the reasons why you love him while he ate his ice cream

The two of you spent the day laying in bed together, with Saeran finding comfort in your warm embrace

No matter what troubles or depressing thoughts plagued him, Saeran always knew that he could turn to you for comfort which is something that he would forever love you for