#but guess what! i can sleep for 12 hours again tomorrow!

[janeways-coffees]

Just slept for 12 hours and i do not feel like a real person now

[sylusdoll]

summary: you visit syluses place to study, for a change of scenery but your procrastination leads to a sleep over

today you decided to study and finish your tasks at syluses place, for a change of scenery, you got sick of being cramped up in your room all day, you needed change, and so sylus whole heartily agreed for you to come over.

walking into syluses home, he greets you with a smug, good evening sweetie, my place is yours today, i have a few errands to run, make yourself comfortable.

i will

you decided to study in his room, it looked comfortable and better now that sylus added a few plushies to your liking, you sat on one of the couches in his room, and opened your laptop and began working.

one hour into your work, you were feeling unmotivated, and bored.

ugh this is boring, i’m not in the mood to study

you put your laptop on the side, and took a look around his room and decided to snoop into his things.

after a moment later, you got bored, so you decided perhaps after being distracted for a bit now you’ll be in the mood to study.

wrong.

after about 30 mins of trying to study again, you failed to get in the zone. so you close your laptop and leave it on the couch, making your way to his bed.

a few hours pass and you mindlessly scroll through your phone on syluses bed, not conscious of your surroundings, you didn’t hear sylus come back.

just as you were about to check the time, you suddenly feel someone pull you from your ankle.

studying, you say?

now you were faced with sylus on the edge of the bed, your leg in his hand. you lift yourself up, sylus still holding your ankle.

i did study,, a little i guess, nervously laughing like you got caught doing something your not supposed to.

thats unfortunate kitten, letting go of your foot, you didn’t come to my place for nothing now did you?

he’s right, you didn’t come over for nothing but you were just so unmotivated.

sylus i don’t know whats wrong with me, i’m so unmotivated and my exam is after tomorrow! you say ranting to him.

he thinks for a moment.

i could stay with you until you finish your studies, perhaps you need company

thinking about it, that doesn’t sound so bad, being in syluses company while studying seems a bit motivational.

sure. lets do that

sylus tilts his head a bit and smiles, grabbing your face, making your face into a fish face.

but lets eat dinner first

moments passed, you and sylus ate, and talked about his errands today, but now its time to resume your studies, which you were dreading.

walking back to his room, your hand in his, you seemed bummed out that you had to resume your studies after a fun dinner.

sylus from the corner of his eye notices, dont worry sweetie, youll finish, just finish half of your studies today, and the other half tomorrow, you have plenty of time. sylus says softly, tightening his grip on your hand to comfort you.

at the moment you were grateful for syluses presence

making it to his room, you check the time, it was 7pm, your brows furrowed, you worry you wont have time to finish early in the night but sylus sees your expression and knows what youre thinking.

cupping your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, you can sleep over tonight, since leaving late would be dangerous.

but what will i sleep in i cant wear this, its uncomfortable!

sylus now smug, well my clothes of course

your face heats up lightly, you think for a moment

fine.

good, then its a sleep over, kissing your cheek.

you felt warm and fuzzy, sylus always knows how to comfort you, its funny how once he told you hes never comforted anyone before, because he’s good at it.

you open your laptop and begin your attempt to study for the third time, sylus sits on a couch near you, deciding he should catch up on his readings.

it was now 12:30am and you finally finished with your studies, and you finished a lot more than you intended.

you close your laptop, grabbing syluses attention.

you finally finished dear?

yes, finally, you sigh in relief, sitting next to him hugging his arm. sylus kissing your head.

now looking up at him, i finished a lot more than i intended,��� thanks.

sylus looking down at you, smiling softly, im proud of you dear, you worked hard, now lets get you something comfortable to wear to bed.

your ears get hot as he gets up, getting you something to wear.

he searches through his drawers and throws at you a black tee and boxer shorts.

you take a look at what he threw at you, and your face heats up even more now seeing his boxers.

sylus leaning on the drawer, what you dont like what i picked out for you?

no its fine, ill go get changed. avoiding his gaze and heading to his bathroom.

you finished dressing into syluses clothes, his black tee is a bit above your knee, and his briefs are a bit big, but youre comfortable and you smell like him, his clothes have a faint cologne smell, and you love it. you admire yourself in the mirror for a bit but you’re to shy to get out for sylus to see you in his clothes. now holding the knob, and building up the courage to leave the bathroom, you finally leave the bathroom.

not to your knowledge sylus was at the door

you took long everything alright-

sylus pauses the second he seeing you in his clothes, he covers his mouth a bit.

before processing him at the door he picks you up, like a sack of rice, you look great in my clothes princess, perhaps i should make you wear them every time you visit.

stop and put me down, you demand, now a blushing mess, lifting your head up a bit to protest, you notice syluses ears are tinted pink.

placing you on the bed, you immediately grab the blanket to cover your exposed legs.

goodness, save some blanket for me. sylus says, getting under the covers with you, covering half of his body, while your body is covered to your neck, you looked very comfortable.

face to face with sylus, his head resting on his arm, he admiringly looks at how cute you look.

you look like a plushie right now.

yea?

yea..

sylus, with his other hand runs his hand through your hair, and lightly massaging your scalp. im proud of you today. he says in a gentle tone.

thank you, i appreciate you for today. you say, enjoying the light massage hes giving you.

it was all you dear, no need to thank me. pinching your cheeks.

getting sleepy, you lift the blanket, signaling for sylus to cuddle you.

without a word sylus wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in, your arms now around his neck, legs slightly intertwined.

sylus lightly kisses between your collarbone and neck, breathing now synchronizing with one another falling asleep in each others embrace.

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authors note: soft sylus is everything to me

©sylusdoll 2024

taglist: @sanemistar

[m0llygunn]

CREATURE FROM THE GRAVE

Creepy guy on the side of the road? Perfectly acceptable to pick up and bring home, especially when he’s the living dead.

Summary: The first night at your house— the undead has a name! wc: 900 ─── † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † ───

“Frankie boy, my love, my new pal, please stop gargling or growling or whatever that dreadful noise is.”

He gurgles another low, stomach deep noise, and you use your elbows to prop yourself up on the mattress, looking over the edge to see him lying on the floor. His eyes meet yours and with his cracked, decrepit lips pulled into a frown, you make a mental note to buy him some chapstick tomorrow. His frown deepens, brows pinching together as he shakes his head, upset over something. You fall back onto your pillow with a sigh. 

“What is it now?”

He groans in response, dragging out his deep, annoyed tone. You hear shuffling as his voice grows taller. 

Rolling your eyes, you meet his gaze as he sits up on his makeshift bed, barely visible through the darkness of your room.

“Frankie, I can’t understand you. Didn’t your mother ever teach you about enunciation?” 

He grunts. You sit up again and as soon as he has your focus, in a slow, creaky movement, he raises his arm to point at his chest. 

“You?”

He nods. His shaky finger points towards his chest again, pairing the movement with a negating shake of his head. 

“You not…?” you guess.

He nods enthusiastically— well, as enthusiastically as the undead can get. He points to his chest again and you have absolutely no clue what he’s trying to say. Zero, zilch, nada clue. It’s past midnight and he might not need sleep but you do.

“You not… tired?” you guess again. He groans, shaking his head, disagreeing. He pauses for a brief moment, shrugging— maybe— but then he continues shaking his head more convincingly than before. He’s not tired but that’s not what he’s trying to say. 

With a sigh, you deflate. It’s already felt like the longest night of your life but now this… “Frankie—”

He grunts harshly, interrupting you. His jagged movements point his finger into his chest a final time, followed by a final shake of his head. 

“You’re not Frankie?”

He nods, letting out an agreeable grunt. 

“Well, I know that, silly. We’ve already gone over this— I don’t know your name and until you can better enunciate your grunts, you’re going by Frankenstein.”

He stares at you blankly and you roll your eyes, shifting on your elbows to get a better look at him. 

“You know Frankenstein? Like the book? Mary Shelley? Judging by the pins on your jacket, you should have been alive way after the book was written, so either you’re being difficult or you just had really, really terrible taste in books, Frankie.”

He groans dreadfully again, dragging out his explicit disagreement for his new name. 

“Well, what do you want me to do? Guess names at random until I get it right? That would take forever, and it’s already past midnight because we had to spend three hours scrubbing dirt off of every inch of you. And bugs, Frankie, so many bugs!”

He rolls his eyes and you gasp— to be treated like this in your own home! 

“Frank—”

“Euggh!” he cuts you off.

“Euggh is not a very nice name but if that’s what you want to go by…,” you smile, watching him scowl his hardest yet. “Sweet, Euggh, I am so very tired and I have to wake up tomorrow morning to scrub the house clean from your mud. I am going to sleep. Goodnight. Again.”

You toss your comforter back over yourself and sink into your pillow. Not even a full second goes by before you hear the creaky shuffle of Euggh getting up.

“If I knew the undead operated on a different time zone I would have left you where I found you,” you say, shifting to get comfort. 

He grunts in response, short and abrasive, but you don’t take it to heart. You hear more shuffling, the drag of his bad foot, and the squeal of your desk drawer being pulled open. There’s about 12 seconds of silence before every noise you just heard happens in reverse.

“Hmmmmm,” he groans beside your bed, dragging out the low rasp of his voice. When you pretend to sleep he gets louder, even going as far as knocking the edge of the mattress. 

“Jesus, this can’t wait until morning?” you sigh, sitting up. You switch on your bedside lamp, blinking away the harsh light to look at your new, quickly-growing-annoying friend.

Not having looked at him in a while, his once wet hair has now dried, sticking up and frizzing out in all different directions, making him look more like Bride of Frankenstein than Frankenstein. You can’t help but snicker a giggle. His brows pinch together and once again, he’s back to scowling. 

“Lighten up, would ya?” you tease. “We can give your hair a good deep condition tomorrow, then it won’t be as frizzy. Who would have thought a century of grime would be drying for the hair follicle?”

“Errrgh,” he drags out, before shifting his balance and raising a hand towards you. In his pale, scrubbed clean fist is a paper, ruled lines ripped straight from your diary— classy.

“What’s this?” You sit up even further, crossing your legs in front of you as you take the paper from him. 

Flipping it around, you read the messy chicken scratch writing scribbled across the page in sparkly pink gel ink. 

“If you knew how to write, why didn’t you say something earlier, Eddie?”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 12

Lena's entire body seems to buzz as they hover in the wings offstage, waiting for the cue to proceed. She bounces on the balls of her feet, fingers twisting together with uncharacteristic nerves, completely unlike the staid presence she'd run into under the National City arena.

"You okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"I've never shared new music live before," Lena confesses. "What if they hate it?"

"Nah," Kara dismisses. She smiles. "They'll love it, cuz its you."

If nothing else, the novelty-- the privilege-- of witnessing a live performance of a never-before-heard song would ease any negativity the song itself might earn down the line. Even Kara herself hasn't had a chance to hear it.

The nearest stagehand motions one minute to go. Finally, Lena stills, taking a moment to breathe deep.

"You've got this," Kara promises, before stepping away.

The lights dim, then go out entirely as the pre-show music quiets. In its place lifts a deafening roar from the crowd. Its so dark Kara doesn't see Lena move into position. One minute she's there, and the next an overhead spotlight snaps on to illuminate Lena centerstage, arm stretched high.

She waits for the din to just start to fall away, and then she's off without a single shred of her anxiety from just moments before. Her movements are strong and confident as she strides across the stage, playing to the crowd in just the right way to get them pumped and engaged for the next two hours.

Her first song is the same from the National City show, as is the second, and third. Kara doubts anything has changed, no doubt so rehearsed Lena could do it all in her sleep, singing included. But watching it again feels an all new experience.

It steals her breath away, and she only comes back to herself when Lena slows, reaching for a mic stand. This is it.

"I know you guys came here prepared to sing along with every word," Lena begins, even her speaking voice rich like velvet. "Which I'm sure you can sing better than I can at this point."

She earns a raucous burst of laughter, and prompts a giggle from Lena.

"But I'm afraid this next one is going to be all me... cuz I've a little something new for you tonight."

Kara thinks she might have lost her hearing, ears ringing in the answering explosion of cheers. Lena patiently waits for the opening to continue, grinning all the way.

"It's pretty self-explanatory once you hear it, but here's the thing: you know that ex who keeps reaching out? Believe it or not, I have one."

Another round of laughter, and a little bit of hollering.

"I thought I blocked him on everything, but I must have missed something, because guess what I got?" Lena pauses for comedic effect. "A cashapp payment for three dollars and thirty three cents."

Laughter fills the arena, and Lena joins with a delighted giggle. "The note of course asked me to call him, but... I don't know. What do you think?"

Cries of No! and Don't do it! echoed from various areas of the audience, and Lena nods.

"I think we're on the same page then. Three dollars and thirty three cents doesn't earn you a phone call..." Lena leans in close to the microphone. "But it might just earn you a song."

The audience laps it up, eliciting even more whooping cheers. Lena nods, half to herself, and half to the audience.

"Let's hit it!"

As soon as the music starts, Lena shifts effortlessly back into performance mode. Kara listens, bopping along to the bouncing beat and playful lyrics. Playful but scathing, it turns out, listing off all the reasons this mysterious ex will never see her again.

From her spot in the wings, Kara sees the crowd dancing, not singing but cheering and spinning and bouncing and absorbing it all with reckless abandon. She registers Lillian's approach beside her, but doesn't so much as glance at her. Whatever Lillian thought about Lena's plan, it was working. Tomorrow, all the world would care about is getting their ears on this new song-- and they would love it.

"You have no idea the bullet she just dodged for you."

Kara does look over at that. Her brow furrows sharply, and Lillian smirks as she watches her daughter perform.

"This time tomorrow, the world is going to be so busy sleuthing out which of her ex's this song is about, they won't even remember your name."

Onstage, Lena finishes her song with a boisterous laugh, letting the fresh cheers roll over her. Lillian turns to Kara, leaning in close.

"So when you ultimately decide this fantasy isn't for you, remember that a twenty four year old is the reason you'll still have a real life to go back to."

[cvnt4him]

Izuku dating a literal insomniac 🫡

Let's see what I can come up with<3

Restless nights are the worst. Being unable to do the one thing you want and need most in the world is making you go crazy. You sigh heavily as you try and force yourself to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed everything catching your attention besides tiredness. It's annoying you deeply.

You completely give up after you see the clock, 12 am. You have things to do tomorrow and you just know you're going to be tired but oh well. Your body doesn't want to cooperate, your mind doesn't want to shut the hell up, it's like nothing wants to do what you need.

You have nothing to do, it's literally midnight the whole world should be asleep. So why can't you get to sleep? The question that you keep asking yourself night after night as you restlessly scroll through social media. Nothing is interesting you long enough, everything is boring and annoying. Gosh this is really starting to piss you off.

The main reason you were trying to even go to sleep at better times was for your boyfriend. You'd told him about how your nights were going and he instantly called it "insomnia". Izuku was nothing more than a heavens sent, he loves having you over and loves sleeping with you! Unfortunately it's not exactly allowed to have the opposite gender in your rooms after hours.

Normally you two would just sneak to one another, however recently aizawa has been doing dorm checks and caught you two in the bed with each other. He barred you two from seeing each other after hours. It was literally like your soul had been ripped out of you. You seem to sleep better under izukus watch, next to him in bed, his body heat warming you comfortably.

Yet now that you don't have it you feel like you're going crazy. You another heavy sigh leaving you, you figure you have no other choice. You'd have to wake your boyfriend. It hurts your heart even just thinking about waking him, you knew he was asleep by now and understood he needed it. You contemplated even texting him but it's like your fingers were moving on their own.

" hey u awake??"

" unfortunately so😞"

" can't sleep? :(("

You sigh again, surprised that he was even awake you thought for sure he'd be asleep.

nope it's getting on my fucking nerves bro

" I'm sorry hon, I wish there was a way I could make you feel better :( "

" I could always try sneaking out!!😼😼"

" so, uhm, no!😓 I don't want you getting in trouble "

" wtf am I supposed to do. Js sit here n look at the fucking ceiling?????"

You groaned angry he wouldn't let you go to him. It's all you wanted and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it to. You just wanted to be in his arms was that so bad????

" wanna call?"

" maybe my voice will help you calm down, yk like out you to sleep or smth?"

Reading that text your anger completely disappeared, literally evaporating at the thought of hearing his voice. You missed him so much.

"yes please!!!!!💕💕"

" you got it ml💗💗"

You rolled on your side and held your phone close to your chest until you heard it ring picking up within an instant. You squealed and giggled into the mic causing him to chuckle, his light voice slightly groggy. Despite him only chuckling you can hear the tiredness within it.

“ hello, my love.”

He spoke lowly slightly whispering with a chuckle laced in his voice, you could hear the smile on his lips. He was just so cute you couldn't help but kick your feet. He gives you such cuteness aggression.

“ hi baby!!! I miss you.”

You say back to him making him hum, he missed you too he didn't even need to say it, you already knew. He exhaled into the mic before yawning, it was just so cute you couldn't help the line of giggles that escaped.

“ you need to get some rest my love, I don't want you to be tired in the morning.”

“ I know but I just can't sleep... I just want to like, hear your voice I guess.”

“ hmm~, what am I gonna do with you, eh?”

His tired voice was undeniably attractive, it made you bite your lip subconsciously. When he hummed into the mic it gave you butterflies, it was just so... Moving.

Silence fell upon the two of you, a comfortable one at that. Hearing his breath wavering, the sound of him inhaling and exhaling did indeed bring you at peace. It was calming in an odd sense, it was almost as if he was really there. You looked at the time, 2 am.. god you couldn't believe 2 hours had already passed.

With a sigh you'd decided to try once more. You'd try to fall asleep, this time having more hope that you could with your boyfriend on the line. You get comfortable, the sound of covers moving and shifting being heard on his end a hum left him again. You could tell he was tired or almost sleep, it made you feel bad. After getting comfortable silence was there again, just the sound of his breathing coming through. You decided to say one last thing before trying again.

“ I love you, zuku. thank you.”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, lying there for a couple of minutes, random things started flooding your mind instantly causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

“ love y���too...”

That snapped you out of your little daze, all the things running through your head instantly vanishing at the sound of his voice all hushed and quiet, his words slurred and smushed together. It was just too adorable. You giggle slightly and close your eyes once more with a smile present on your face.

AN: hope this is good idk I've been feeling down lately like so much is happening I'm just drained. This was kinda rushed but hope it's good<3333

[24hlevi]

aiden clark flufff plsssssssssss

normally i don't accept reqs like this but i already had something in mind so, you got lucky!

— 3:12 A.M.

aiden clark (sbg) x gn!reader

summary: trying to convince aiden to go to sleep well past a normal hour

warnings/tags: language, established relationship

"aiden, we need to sleep. seriously."

"what?! it's only like, 11 though!"

"it's 3 in the morning."

you stare at aiden with a deadpan expression on your face, eye bags already forming under your eyes as you point at the clock behind him that he doesn't even bother to look at before wrapping his arms around you.

"oh, come on, babe! it's not that late!" he complains, shaking you around a bit.

"i'm tired, aiden," you sigh, letting him shake you around while shaking your head.

"but you said you'd pull an all nighter with me!" he whines even more, shaking you more aggressively now.

you roll your eyes at his words and antics. "that was before our terrible time in the phantom world. i'm tired as shit, aiden," you tell him, pulling yourself out of his grip and picking up the trash off the bed to throw it in the bin.

"babe!!" aiden says, getting up and following behind you like a puppy as you walk out of his bedroom into the kitchen. "i promise tomorrow won't be as bad!"

"we have a test tomorrow morning, if we don't get to sleep now we're surely going to fail," you respond, throwing the trash away and turning back around to look at him.

"we won't fail!" aiden whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist. "you're so boring!" he groans loudly.

"i know," you pat his head a few times. "if you go to sleep now i promise we can pull an all nighter tomorrow night," you try to compromise, looking at him.

"hm," aiden hums, pondering on the thought for a few moments. "fine, i guess," he eventually says with a nod.

"good, come on," you reply, starting to walk back to the bedroom as he trails behind you with his arms still around you.

you two make it back to the bedroom and aiden immediately plops down on his ginormous bed which you climb into a moment later. as soon as you lay down aiden has his arms wrapped around you again and he's intertwining your legs together with his.

"are you actually going to sleep or just sit here on your phone?" you ask him, already knowing you'll wake up in a couple hours due to the full brightness of his phone he never lowers.

"i'll sleep, promise," he murmurs into your shoulder.

"you know your eyes are gonna be irritated tomorrow," you tell him.

"i know," he says with a short nod. "i'll be fine."

"sure," you let out a light chuckle. "just sleep, we only have a few hours before we have to get up."

"fine," aiden groans again.

after a moment, aiden closes his eyes and you can hear his breathing slow down to an even pace, and you roll your eyes. "not tired my ass," you mumble to yourself before closing your eyes as well.

"i heard that."

[flcwermimi]

— VOID STATE PROGRESS CHART ❜

Hlo everyone so right now my Summer breaks are going on and I've decided to enter the void state because I can and this is my daily routine progress chart though I've decided to share this with you all yesterday but I was unable to post so I am sharing it right now

Ok my routine is simple and right now I am not doing anything in day ( like listening to subliminals or doing robotic affirmation) I am using deep trance hypnosis method which I got to know by @/gorgeouslypink when I came across one her of post she suggested this video and after that when I research a little bit on this topic I get to know that DEEP TRANCE : is altered states that are characterized by profound relaxation and loss of control over the body, as well as a subjective sense of floating or detachment from one's physical self

I kind of found deep trance similar to Void helpful for my brain because it doesn't question around when I am doing this method

So this all for this post right now I will be updating it after doing the method tonight bye luv you all🫶🤍

— 5/07/2024 : okay so update 😭this is hilarious lmao what happened actually is that I thought first I will do some breathing exercises for relaxation & for which I was listening to a video and I didn't knew that my mobile was charge was low on the top of that I fell asleep on my back lol but anyway I when I woke in up the morning I affirm that ' I can enter the void when I want ' I will update tomorrow luv y'all 😌

— 6/07/2024 : y'all probably thought I had give up but no I was in mobile area for few so days so there no internet connection and for update I had change the methods because the voice in hypnosis is too sweet to focus. everytime I found myself wandering in different things. So what I did in next two days was focusing on lucid dreaming

— 7/07/2024 : The whole day I listen to this subliminal ( probably one of the best subliminal I've ever found) while listening to subliminals I affirmed that ' I am always aware when I am dreaming & I lucid dream easily and effortlessly ' I kept doing reality check every hour like biting tounge counting fingers and pinching nose though in the night'I didn't dream😭lmao all I remember was a pitch black so belive I was in void but unaware and I also kept the subliminal on loop so that was the mistake I guess

— 8/07/2024 : Again I did the same routine which I did yesterday but this time I didn't kept the subliminals loop all night instead I started counting while affirming the same affirmation then I fall asleep again when I woke up in the morning I thought it again ended on the same page like yesterday but I was able to recall each and every single details of my dream & I am pretty sure I will Lucid dream tonight will update tomorrow and also I will be making a different post how to shift/tap into void through lucid dream that's all for today luv y'all 🫶🫡

— 9/07/2024 : update so yesterday I did the same routine though I just couldn't sleep on my back because I felt like someone was ripping my scalp out of my skull and I thought I will do that 4-6 hours method for Lucid dream but when alarm woke me up😭💀I was like it's just 4:30 why I am waking up so early?? I forgot what I was doing then fell asleep but anyway each and every step I take I am feeling I am very close to my goal I am very motivated any second you all can get my success story 🤭so hang on lmao will update luv y'all 🤍

— 10/07/2024 : update okay guys I seriously have no idea what happened yesterday's night cause i feel I did have multiple dreams I tired to connect the dot but it doesn't end up anywhere so that's it will update tomorrow 🤍

— 11/07/2024 : i feel like I am having iceberg it's frustrating but okay I didn't follow the routine yesterday cuz I was feeling very low but I will do it again today will update tomorrow 🤍

12/07/2024 : okay okay update I was lucid in my yesterday dream but all of sudden a spider was crawling in my hand💀 an I have Arachnophobia so I just couldn't control the dream and I woke up lmao I will try today not freak out with a spider okay bye will update tomorrow

13/07/2024 : update I just fall asleep normally because I feel I am having burn out so I will took break of three days where I am going for tracking and I will update after that 🤍

14/07/2024 : Break

15/07/2024 : Break

16/07/2024 : Break

17/07/2024 : 😂okay I forgot I was doing void routine but any way will update tomorrow 🤍🫶

18/07/2024 : okay I didn't follow any routine yesterday I did have plenty of works and after doing that I just fell asleep will update tomorrow 🤍

19/07/2024 : okay I didn't did anything different from yesterday I've been busy with the uni addmission process will update tomorrow

20/07/2024 : yesterday I didn't know how but from nowhere I did have alot of symptoms and I was so tired. In my mind I was convienced I am not gonna move but the symptoms were alot I couldn't focus so u gave up will update tomorrow

21/07/2024 : Yesterday I was in sleep paralysis but I heard smthing terrible sound in my earbud it was really terrifying I just can't describe here skskdkshkdsss will update tomorrow 🤍😐

22/07/2024 : I went for bonfire so i didn't did anything after that will update tomorrow

23/07/2024: 😭 seriously I forgot to update

24/07/2024 : Either I am dreaming about spider or someone chasing me with something axe on their hand yesterday I was lucid but I got freak and woke up will update tomorrow

25/07/2024 : 😭 update yesterday I was in hypnagogia state i also had that floating sensation ok ok will update tomorrow skskskssfkss

26/07/2024 : pulled allnight so didn't did anything will update tomorrow

27/07/2024 :

28/07/2024 :

29/07/2024 : hey y'all sorry I haven't updated it two days cause I've been sick it's some kind flu spreading in our area and I don't feel doing the routine so I will update when I get better and yes I will answer your DM thankyou 🤍

- sorry if there are errors I am improving my English

[leviathansshadycorner]

Rope Him In ( Cato x District 10! Reader x slight! Marvel) Pt. 7

Summary: Interview

A/n: Sorry for any inconsistencies and spelling errors, enjoyyyyyy!

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Chapter 7: Interview

The games were Tomorrow. Today was your last day of peace and possibly life. Most of the time today was supposed to be spent preparing for the interview, however, Dolly and Rasmey gave you two or three hours of bliss before having to prepare. 

You were positive Buckley was out in the rose garden with Dolly. It was only natural for him to want to be outside instead of cooped in like you. Ramsey had come in to check on you twice but eventually stopped when he assumed you were sleeping. In reality, you were crying. Crying the whole two hours mourning the fact that you’d never get to see the faces of your family again. 

You remembered Amaranto and how the two of you would’ve been having breakfast together at this time. Or how you would have packed your Pa a lunch to take to work. You thought about those Sunday afternoons spent sitting on the dry grass with a blanket, just the three of you talking about life and reminiscing about your mother, occasionally eating something special when they’d work overtime. 

You thought about the times you spent with Clarabell in the angry rivers, scared out of your mind that a peacekeeper would come and hurt you both, but having so much fun in the water that you forgot that they even existed in the first place. 

Your mind went to Buckley. It was crazy how you went from greeting each other in the morning at school to being with each other every day. He looked out of place in the Capitol, and so did you. It was odd seeing someone from home on the screen, but you guessed that’s how he felt about you too. The two of you had grown closer than you would have ever at home. That’s when you started realizing that you should’ve appreciated everything you had at home instead of slowly isolating yourself as you grew up. 

Wiping the snot from your nose you decided to get up and wash your face. The clock read 12, and that meant it was time for your mentors to get you interview-ready. The actual interview itself was to start at 6 pm. However, you still had to practice your speech and what you were going to say to several different questions. The whole point was to make you appealing to not only the sponsors but the Capitol as a whole. After all, the sooner the tributes get used to the Capitol’s mannerisms, the better the victor will adapt. 

“Alright, let's try this again.” It had been thirteen minutes and Pradain was still struggling to get you to sit up straight. 

“Come on, we started an hour ago, I’m sure they can learn how to sit up straight later. What’s important is that we get them to speak clearly and with charm.” Dolly protested as Pradain pressed a hand to your back to get you upright. 

Pradain’s outfit consisted of satin gloves, and a matching dress that towered to his ankles, his feet adorned with five-inch  platforms. It was beyond you how he had learned to walk in those. 

“Don’t be ridiculous Dolly, this is a must when it comes to Capitol mannerisms. Now up!” Groaning you forcefully sat up, your shoulders still drooping.

“Ah! See- I thought you were shaped weird, but you’re just not lifting your shoulders.” He clasped his hands onto them, bringing them up and fixing your head’s posture. “See? That wasn’t too bad. Now let’s do it again.” He instructed, 

You looked over at Buckley- who had a scarf tied around him and the chair, propping him up straight. “I think I got it.” The poor boy pleaded to be untied. 

“You stay. And you,” He pointed at you, “Up!” 

Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Alright well, I’m just gonna go ahead and start reading these questions. Ramsey was already dressed in his suit claiming that he didn’t want to put it on later, so he decided to put it on now. 

He shuffled through some cards with common interview questions. “Alright, Buck-o this one’s for you. How would you describe home?” 

Buckley perked up, “Easy- Home is-” 

“AH! This isn’t a test, it's an interview. Tell them why you like home, what makes it special. Start with, ‘Well, home to me is-’” Pradain scolded Buckley. 

“Right, ok.” He nodded and looked at Ramsey to reread the card. 

“How would you describe home?” You looked over at Dolly, your face bored and uninterested. She noticed it and ushered you to pay attention to Buckley, sitting up straight which reminded you to sit up as well. Your back was on fire, you always thought you had an okay posture, but only now knew that it was too forward leaning. 

“Home to me is..” He stopped to think, his nose twitching as he was lost in thought, “Home to me is the yellow sunset, the dirt on my boots after a long day of work, the voices of my siblings arguing over a small toy, the pretty girls fluttering their eyelashes at me, the way their hair falls on their shoulders, and how round their-” 

“Okay, no stop- you’re getting distracted.” You laughed at Buckley’s response, starting nicely but going off-topic. 

“Alright then, at least you’ll make them laugh. You’ve got a good voice too Buckley, nice start.” Dolly tried making the best of things. 

“Same Question for you (Y/n). How would you describe home?” Ramsey put the cards down, his tired eyes looking at you as he waited for your response. 

“Any time now.” Spoke up Pradain. 

“Home to me is…Home to me is.” There was about a three-second pause, “My Brother. My Pa. Our little house by the wheat fields, and the river that runs through 10.” It wasn’t much, but it’s all that could come to mind. 

“That’s a start.” Dolly smiled. 

“We need you to say more, and don’t be afraid to get emotional, the Capitol loves that. They eat it up.” Ramsey crossed his legs. “We’re gonna have a long day.” He sighed. 

4 pm came quicker than anticipated. In the period you’d been practicing you were able to learn to project your voice, and Buckley learned how to be quieter. The two of you learned some fancy words, though you doubted you’d use them in a genuine sentence. 

Sashay and the rest of the stylists waited for you down at the stylist quarters where you were ready to get replucked like a chicken. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but the stinging feeling was still there. After you got bathed, they began working on your hair. Its (H/c) color being amplified and made brighter as they put some chemicals on it. It smelled foul, far worse than the cow poop at home. 

Your nails were painted black and white, You mentally groaned knowing where this was going. When your hair was finally dried they worked to braid it, putting some turquoise accessories on you before handing you to Sashay. 

She smiled brightly at you and kissed your cheek, “My my don’t you look beautiful.” She complimented taking your hand and leading you to the hanger where a long sleek cow print dress hung. It looked to have fur on it, and you assumed it’d come from home. 

“You’re going to look amazing.” She said excitedly as she instructed you to take your robe off. Sashay herself was dressed in all black, contrasting with what Dolly was wearing- white. You assumed the whole theme surrounding 10 would be cow print, and you were right. She helped you put the dress on, making some adjustments while it was on you so it would hug your figure better. It draped down longer on one end, the other end having a slit and exposing much of your leg. Below you wore some high-heeled boots that you thought looked ridiculous, but Sashay seemed enamored by them. She adjusted a belt on your hips- also containing hints of turquoise, and finally a necklace on you, tying the look together. 

“Oh!” She sighed clasping her hands together, “(Y/n), when you go home I guarantee you every man will want your hand in marriage.” She cooed as she circled you. “Perfect, now all we need is makeup.” The lady sat you down for another hour and a half of makeup application. You liked Sashay, she was more level-headed than Pradain and had such eloquence to her, however, the mix of having to speak in front of millions, and the games being tomorrow was not settling in right. Ramsey had to ask Pradain for a pill that would calm down your stomach. 

Sashay was escorting you out to the backstage area where Dolly and Ramsey were waiting. Ramsey was wearing black, Pradain opting to wear white, both of them sticking to the theme Pradain and Sashay had planned. You looked around for Buckley but he was nowhere in sight. 

“Wow.” Ramsey let out a long whistle, “You do not look like yourself at all.” He said admiring Sashay’s work. 

“(Y/n), you look stunning.” Dolly’s mouth was agape as she went to hold your arm and observe you. Your hair had been taken out of the braids, leaving behind curls in its place. 

“I can’t walk in these.” You whispered to her frantically. You didn’t want to fall on stage, but that seemed like something that would happen in your near future. 

She laughed, her smokey eyes closing making it look like she had hollowed eyes, “It’ll be fine, just try not to think about it.” She assured you. 

The stage was light as people began to flood the venue. There were stagehands all over the place, getting things set and ready. More tributes flowed in, you shrank back when you realized how extra Sashay had been with your interview gown since the others looked to be more playful and simple. People kept staring at you as they walked in, and that was a bad thing in your book. Eventually, Buckley came in. His stylist next to him as they chatted about god knows what. When he spotted you he froze slightly, keeping his gaze on you as they made their way to the group.

His hair was slicked back, his face looking more square but in a good way. He had some makeup on, but it was only to even out his tone, his freckles had been redrawn over his real ones since the base of his makeup had covered them. He wore a black suit, with hints of cow print on the inner side and flaps that poked out towards the neck of the suit. His boots matched yours, and he had a belt as big as one of the screens on. The two of you looked like you ran some sort of Texan Casino. 

“(Y/n), You look beautiful.” He complimented, his hands taking yours as he made you spin. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”  He said light-heartedly. 

Buckley’s attention made you flustered and you felt the room get warmer, “I could say the same,” You smiled, “Have you seen your hair?” You asked carefully, poking his gel-held hair. 

“Alright well, we’ll be out in the front row. Look for us alright?” Sashay excused herself and Pradain, leaving the two of you with Dolly and Rasmey. 

“They’re gonna line you up again, two lines- boys and girls.” Ramsey explained, “There’s a screen back here so y’all can watch but don’t miss your cue alright?” He ordered. The two of you nodded. 

“(Y/n), remember what we went over alright?” Dolly caught your gaze. 

Previously you’d spent time with Dolly going over some things you could do to emphasize your image as the Capitol’s cowgirl. Dolly had instructed you to speak with more southern twang than usual, keep a smile and hospitable personality, and speak on the livestock and ‘ranch life’ back at home. All things that would make a District 10 resident roll their eyes, but a Capitol citizen clap and shout. Unfortunately for you, you knew that this whole act would blow up in your face. You wouldn’t get taken seriously by the tributes, and if the small chance of you winning existed, you’d have to keep up the stereotype. 

Your mentors left you to take their seats. There was about an hour until show time, and some makeup artists stuck back to touch up some of the tributes. You and Buckley paced around the backstage, practicing lines with each other, and working on pronunciation. You hadn’t even noticed that the careers had flowed in. Glimmer was wearing a pink poofy dress, far too short for her. The only thing that distracted from her body was her giant blonde hair that cascaded perfectly, but even then she wore body glitter that made her shine. Clove on the other hand wore an orange dress and a hairdo that puffed the top part of her hair up. The two looked at you and laughed, making it obvious that they were laughing at your gown. You couldn’t blame them though. You would’ve laughed at yourself too. Buckley defensively went to stand in front of you to block their view, but it didn’t do much since they’d have to walk past you anyway. 

Behind them came Marvel and Cato. Both their faces were serious as always as they discussed something about weapon quality. You paid no mind to them, knowing that if you did they’d find a way to cause a scene. You weren’t sure why you were their favorite tribute to a bug, but you blamed it all on your stunt on your first day here. As they walked closer Marvel patted Cato on his chest, and the taller male turned to look at where you were standing. 

“Damn, never knew the girls from District 10 could look like that,” Cato said as they walked past the two of you, pretending to be nonchalant although you knew he had purposely said it. 

“Nice dress 10,” Marvel said, eyeing you as he trailed behind Cato. The two of them shook their heads and laughed as they approached the front of the line. 

“If I were a career I think I’d go after those two first.” You told Buckley who gave you an amused smile. 

“If you were a career you’d be with them.” He corrected. It wasn’t far from the truth. In almost every game, the careers were quick to form alliances with each other, alienating the weak from the strong. 

“You ready for the spotlight?” Talking was something you’ve come to realize that you did when you were nervous. Your hand practically shook, and you wore a nervous smile on your face. It was involuntarily there, however as much as you tried you couldn’t get rid of it. 

“No.” His simple reply. “Not too thrilled about it.” He exhaled. He had been holding a straight posture, his shoulders up, turtling his neck. 

“They’ll love you.” You reassured, but it only made him smile, his nerves still present.

 “Just don’t want to be laughed at.” He mentioned. 

The lights were beginning to flicker, meaning that it would soon be time for the show to start. 

You thought about what he had said. “Trust me. No one’s going to laugh at you.” Dolly and you had trained for your interview. Everything you were instructed to say made you look like a country bumpkin. If anything Buckley would be District 10’s saving grace- and you its fool. 

“Wow. You look beautiful.” Came the voice of District 12’s Katniss. It sounded rehearsed, void of any emotion. The same went for the smile she threw at you. 

You returned it and bowed your head. “Please, you’re the one who deserves such praise.” You guessed she was only saying that because her mentors wanted her to make allies in the arena since her high score presented a problem. 

That was the entirety of the exchange. The stage managers lined everyone up in order of appearance, hushing them as the presentation started. Once again you found the insides of your palms to be sweaty. You tried everything to ease your beating heart, deep breaths, pinching yourself, thinking of other things. However, none of them got rid of the sensation in your stomach. You felt like throwing up. 

Up on the screen Caesar Flickerman’s silhouette appeared, his signature ponytail obnoxiously hanging from his head as he leaned back on the chair. His theme song played, the bass so loud you could feel the floor rumbling. Cheers from the crowd erupted. Buckley stood attentive, watching the screen with his hands on his belt, his stance wide to keep himself in balance. From where you stood you could see Marvel and Cato hyping each other up, Glimmer joining in to fix Cato’s neat suit. 

“Let’s bring her out!” It had been a good couple of minutes, though it seemed like seconds as Caesar called out for Glimmer. She was the first one to go. Leaving about 19 people ahead of you. You watched as her clear, shimmery dress bounced as she stepped onto the stage with a huge smile, waving to the crowd. Her hair effortlessly dropped into place, making her look all the more attractive. The crowds were loud. Your eardrums could only handle so much before you reached out to cover them. 

Eventually, it was Marvel’s turn. He seemed so confident in everything he said, you learned just how charismatic he could be. Clove went next, her interview only made you more cautious of her. Soon after it was Cato’s turn. Unlike Marvel, he gave off boisterous energy. Almost as if he was too good to be there. However, the crowd was eating it up. He ended his interview with a hollar and returned backstage. It was almost the two-hour mark, some interviews taking longer since he wanted to give the tributes who didn’t stand out some limelight. Eventually, it was your turn. 

The stage manager came back to look for you, their hand on your shoulder as they walked you up the stairs. You glanced back to catch the reassuring gaze of Buckley, but instead found Marvel’s. He gave you a wink as a token of good luck, and off you were. 

“Now I’m sure we all remember our next tribute from the tribute parade. I mean how could we forget after the thrilling act she performed!” Flickerman emphasized his words, stretching them at the appropriate time. 

A couple of ‘woos’ and whistles came from the crowd as the anticipation built up. “From district 10- (Y/n) Cuernos!” He announced your cue to cross the stage. The lights were extremely bright, you had to look down as you stepped onto the stage. The crowd cheered at your out-of-place attire, it being one of the most unique (and ridiculous) outfits of the night. Shyly you put on your best smile before catching a glimpse of Dolly in the crowd, making gestures for you to smile bigger. 

You cringed when you thought of your family back at home watching this. Saying a silent apology, it was as if a switch turned on in your brain. Suddenly, your teeth shone as you stretched your lips into a smile, fluttering the huge eyelashes your makeup team glued onto you. With a hand on your hip, the other one waving, you swayed like you saw glimmer doing, your dress’ fabric swishing in the gap your legs left as you strode. 

“(Y/n)! My, my, how you clean up!” Flickerman commented, standing to greet you. 

“Thank you, Caesar.” Your eye nearly twitched at the forced southern twang in your voice. It was a whole lot more than Buckley, who had a natural southern accent, you had close to nothing of an accent. Even when it did slip, it sounded nothing like this. “My stylist purtied me up didn’t they?” 

He looked to the crowd, “Indeed they did.” He motioned for you to sit. 

It helped that the stage lights practically blinded you. You could see that people were sitting in the stands, but you weren’t able to make out distinct features- save for the front row where the mentors sat. 

Remembering what Dolly had told you, you sat up straight, teeth-baring into a cheesy smile. 

“Did that print you’re wearing come from a cow you raised?” The presenter’s teeth glinted in the light as the crowd erupted in laughter, “Oh! ‘course not- just inspired by them.” You giggled back, hating yourself even more. Your heart was beating hoping the president would accept your performance. 

Flickerman adjusted himself in his seat, “Now, I was going to leave this question for last- but I just know the audience has been anticipating the answer, am I right?” He turned to the audience who were cheering blindly. 

Like a doll in a box you smiled stationary, waiting for him to ask the question, but of course, he needed to prolong it for suspense. “What was going through your mind when you rode that steed?” There were some woo’s from the crowd, and you watched yourself on the screen as they replayed the moment. That clip gave you an ego boost each time you saw it. Giggling a bit too nervously you shook your head. “Nothing.” That earned a laugh from the audience. “I just remember wanting to ride it- couldn’t help myself I guess.” You gave a small shrug. 

“What a wildflower this one is.” Caesar made some amused faces. 

The interview lasted for another couple of questions, he seemed to have a lot for you. He asked you about home life, your loved ones, Buckley, and about skills. You didn’t have as many questions as the careers, but it was more than District 8’s tributes who had the least. 

“And do you have a strategy to win the games?” His tone was more serious now. 

Here it was. Your closing line. The one that took you and Dolly two seconds to come up with, but would echo in the minds of the audience. 

“I’m from District 10. I’m a born and bred cowgirl. I have to win. ” 

Cato couldn't help but smirk at your response, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, he watched with attentive eyes as your interview continued.

His open mouth smile followed by “woah woah woah!” made the stadium rumble. You smiled and waved out to the crowd, Dolly giving you a thumbs up. 

“That’s an ambitious statement! I love it!” He did a little kick, “Well, you go out there and rope them in (Y/n) Cuernos! District 10’s very own cowgirl!” 

If only you could see Cato’s pissed-off face next to Marvel’s smug one. 

As you walked backstage again you were greeted with a bone-crushing hug from your fellow tribute. “Hey, that was good! Though you were a little strong on the accent.” Buckley patted your back. 

“Yeah, I had no idea you had one.” Glimmer teased as she and the other careers leaned against the wall. “Stop trying to win them over, I’m already the Capitol’s sweetheart.” The tall girl crossed her arms, the jewels in her dress reflecting. 

Marvel came around you, making space between you and Buckley who knew better than to cause a scene. “Did they make you skin that cow yourself?” His fingers scraped the waist of your dress, he let out an “O” when he realized it was just fabric. 

Cato gave him a look, causing him to back off. “You have to win huh? How do you think you’re going to do that?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You refused to look at him. 

“Oh, I’m not worried. You see if anyone should be worried about you.” He sneered, his gaze getting darker. “Save yourself the disappointment, enjoy your time in the Capitol, and accept your fate. I’m winning this one.” 

“As if.” Clove rolled her eyes. 

Buckley and you both stared down Cato. 

He snickered, “And don’t go around thinking your friend here is going to help you. If you’ve been doing your research you know that there’s no such thing as friends in the arena.” 

That irked Buckley, “So who’s to say your little posse won’t turn on you and gang up on you in the arena?” 

“Pft, then let’s hope they can outrun me.” His response made the careers shift uncomfortably.

“We knew what we were doing when we signed up.” Marvel spoke up,” It’s our job to ween off the weak ones, so the strongest can prevail.” He said looking at you. 

“So is that what Cato’s going to do to you?” You didn’t mean for it to be a comeback. It just came out that way. The careers looked pissed now, but a stage manager came just in time to lead them back to their mentors. 

“Watch it 10.” Cato’s wild grin didn’t deter you, you continued to stare him down.  

Just like that, your time at the Capitol was coming to an end.

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What Once Was Mine

Chapter 12 - Missing you

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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It took hours before you fell into a fitful sleep only for the overly eager sun to wake you up way too soon for your liking. You had debated over calling in sick from work, but what would be the point? Felix had classes, and you knew damn well how busy Chan, Changbin, and Jisung were. You even, for a fleeting moment, thought about reaching out to Hyunjin but had ultimately decided against it. You truly couldn't bring yourself to bother anyone it seemed and thus dragged yourself from bed, resigning to your pitiful fate and jumping into a tolerably cold shower before dressing for what you knew was going to be a shitty day. And shitty it was. 

The moment you started your lunch break, you had escaped to your car, needing desperately to be out of that brick and mortar prison. It was only when you had managed to relax a bit that you pulled out your phone and noticed Changbin had sent you a few texts throughout the morning. 

❤️✨️My Dwaekki🐇🐽: Good morning, my pretty princess. I'm so sorry for not texting you until now. 

❤️✨️My Dwaekki🐇🐽: I wished you were next to me when I woke up. I miss you, Bunny. I hate not getting to see you.

❤️✨️My Dwaekki🐇🐽: I guess you're at work. Otherwise, you would have answered me? I asked Han, but he didn't know for sure. I guess neither of us has really had the time to see you, huh? I'm really sorry about that, Bunny.

❤️✨️My Dwaekki🐇🐽: Let me know the next time you're free. Let's go on a date. I left my princess alone when I said I'd spoil her, I swear I'll make it up. Any day, just say when.

You stared intently at his string of messages, trying not to let yourself get overly emotional. You had been so lonely these past few days, the only respite being those few genuinely platonic moments between you and Hyunjin right up until the almost-kiss and the day before with Felix. You didn't want to bother your swamped boyfriend with your melancholy feelings, doing your best to put on a smile for him, but yet here he was saying how he has been missing you too. Maybe he's been missing you just as much as you've been missing him, if not more. 

You stopped yourself before you made yourself any more sad and quickly pulled up your work schedule. Fuck it. It was Tuesday today, so you had decided you would ride out today and tomorrow and call in sick for the rest of the week. You missed your boyfriend, and he missed you, so you were going to see him - whatever it took. 

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My girl: Thursday to Sunday, I'm all yours. I'll take whatever you can give. I miss you, Binnie 💋

Changbin sat in his studio chair, eyes fixed on your text. It was the only reply you had sent, and yet it held so much weight. 

Thursday to Sunday. Four days, four full days that he knew you had set aside just for him. He knew your work hours well enough to know you must have made some kind of arrangements to get Thursday and Friday off, and you never worked weekends. 

Fuck, Changbin meant it when he told you to just say the word and he'd be there. He would do whatever it took to see you again, but the fact that you set aside four whole days just to “take whatever he can give” simultaneously almost broke his heart and made him fall even deeper into his still massive crush on you. 

“Has Y/N replied to you yet?” Jisung asked from his desk chair, his eyes still trained on the computer in front of him.

“Yeah, she did.”

“And…?” Chan asked from the couch on the other side of the small room, his gaze lifting from the screen of his laptop.

“How do you guys feel about me inviting her to the studio on Thursday?” 

“I'm amazed you didn't think of it before,” Han said with a slight chuckle.

“Of course she can come, just don't make out right in front of us,” Chan teased with a sincere smile, causing Changbin to laugh.

“No promises, boss.”

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You could feel your heart pounding as you waited in the lobby of a large building,  twiddling with the straps of your large bag. 3racha may own the studio space, but it still resided on only one floor of a massive mixed-use building. A building where you couldn't just freely enter without clearance. Which led to you waiting nervously in the lobby as the receptionist for the entire building phoned for one of the boys, needing confirmation that you were indeed an expected guest before she could give you a day pass. 

“Miss Y/N? I have confirmation, I just need your signature to validate your day pass.” 

“Yes, of course,” you replied, swiftly making your way to the front desk and scrawlling your signature onto the provided document before the receptionist led you behind her desk and up against a blue square so a photo could be taken and added to your day pass. You didn't look unkempt, but you were definitely feeling underdressed in your light sweater and shorts when you walked into the building's main lobby, and that feeling only doubled once your picture was taken. 

“Here you are, ma'am, the office you're looking for will be on floor three. Have a nice day.” 

With a small nod to the receptionist, you made your way to the closest elevator. You could feel yourself starting to get jittery with excitement as the elevator took you to the third floor. You didn't think you would get to see Changbin again so soon, not only that you were also going to see Jisung and Chan, too. You felt bad Felix couldn't join. It had been way too long since all of you were able to spend time together. 

The elevator stopped with a ding, causing you to jolt slightly. Quickly, you scrambled out of the metal box, expecting to instantly come across the boys' studio. Unfortunately for you, their studio wasn't the only room on this floor, and, for some god forsaken reason, none of the doors were marked with any kind of name plate. Who the hell designed this? Checking your phone, you noticed you had spotty cell signal at best and absolutely nothing at worst. Great, how were you supposed to find these guys? Go from door to door? The idea did not appeal to you.

You paced the hallway a few times before gently pressing your ear to each of the doors in hopes of hearing something - anything. Music, a familiar voice, hell even an unmistakably unfamiliar voice to help whittle down your choices and increase your chances of knocking on the right door. 

You groaned, now standing on the other end of the hall, right next to the elevator where you initially started, arms crossed and foot impatiently tapping on the carpeted floor. You really didn't want to do this, but your pride was wearing thin the longer you floundered around the building corridor. Bouncing your gaze about for a moment you finally chose a door to knock on, however as soon as you took a step towards your chosen door, the one on the complete opposite side of the hall opened and out came Changbin. 

“Bunny, there you are!” 

“Oh my god, Binnie!” You cried out, relieved you didn't have to sacrifice your dignity and excited to finally get to lay eyes on your boyfriend who you haven't gotten to see in some time. 

Before you knew it, you had run, full force, towards your boyfriend's growing smile, propelling yourself into his open arms. Changbins’ hold on you was tight as he spun you around, taking in your scent and your giggles as he set you down but didn't let you go. God had he missed you. Now that you were here, Changbin didn't want to go back into the studio. He just wanted to take you home and bury himself into his blankets with you pressed against him. He guessed just getting to hold you as tightly as he could in this quiet hallway would have to do.

“What took you so long? I was getting worried,” Changbin murmured into your hair.

“There are no name plates on these stupid doors,” you complained, pulling away to pout up at him. 

“Ah, you're right. I'm sorry, baby, I should have told you. It slipped my mind,” Changbin said gently, taking your face in one of his hands and stroking your jutted lip with his thumb. 

“You owe me a better apology than that, I almost went knocking from door to door to look for you,” you said, taking in Changbins’ messy curly hair, his round and wire framed glasses, and his comfy, sleeveless black shirt. He looked so adorable and completely irresistible. 

“Oh, really?” He chuckled in response, dipping down to bump his nose against yours, “I hope this is enough then, my princess.” Changbins lips were soft, and kissing him again felt like finally getting to breathe again. You didn't care that you were in an open hallway and that anybody could walk out at any moment and see you. Being without Changbin felt agonizing, and you were going to savor every second you could get. 

“Am I forgiven yet?” He asked against your lips and gave a breathy laugh that made your knees go weak when you refused him.

“More,” you demanded, arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“As you wish,” Changbin replied with a silly grin, a hand sliding down to rest on your ass. “Chan said I'm not allowed to make out with you in front of him, so I guess I'm just going to have to do it now before we go in. We might be out here a while.”

“They can wait. Right now, you're mine.” 

“Only yours,” Changbin replied before catching your lips in another kiss. 

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“Oh there you two are, I thought we were going to have to send out Search and Rescue to find you two,” Han quipped the moment you and Changbin walked into the studio. “They'd probably find you two smashing or something,” he added under his breath as he swiveled back to his computer. 

“And I thought it would be nice if I brought you guys snacks, but I guess my stupid roommate isn't gonna get any now after that last quip that I totally heard.” 

“Wait, no, wait, I take that back. I want snacks,” Jisung said hastily, whirling around and reaching for your bag, which he presumed had the aforementioned snacks. 

“Say sorry first, you twerp!” You said, yanking the bag away from Jisungs hands. 

“NO!” Hisung cried, and before you knew it, he had lunged on you from his seat, causing you to falter, lose balance, and land on a black couch you didn't notice behind you. All you could register was the cackling laughter of Chan and Changbin as Jisung wrestled and tickled you for your bag of snacks. You weren't just taking it, though, twisting and jerking your body every which way you could to keep Jisung from getting your bag. 

“Are either of you going to help?!” You shouted but were only met with more laughter. 

The two of you struggled for a few more minutes before Changbin decided to finally give you some aid. Wrapping his arms around Jisung, who had effectively crawled on top of your hunched figure, Changbin lifted his friends in the air and carried him back to his chair. 

“Alright, Han, leave my girlfriend alone.” 

“Hey, no fair, you were my friend first.”

“Boyfriend trumps friend when that friend is about to crush everyone's snacks,” Changbin said with a grin. Meanwhile, behind him, you had unfurled to stick your tongue out at Jisung, causing him to frown. 

“Fine, Traitor. I gotta get back to this beat anyway,” Jisung pouted, sliding a pair of headphones over his ears. 

“Aish, he's not gonna forgive me for taking your side,” Changbin said lightheartedly, settling next to you and slinging an arm over your shoulders. “Can I convince you to forgive him and give him some snacks?” 

You mulled the idea over for a moment before nodding, handing the bag to Changbin. 

“You give it to him,” you whispered, “pretend you swiped them from me. He loves stealing my food.”

“Okay,” he whispered back with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he took the bag and rummaged through it to pick out one he thought Han would like the most. 

He waited a bit, waiting until you went and talked to Chan to sell the charade before he threw a snack at Hans head. Han swiveled his chair around, initially ready to fight whoever threw something at his head, only for his mouth to seal itself tightly and his eyes to widen when he saw Changbin with the bag. 

“Look down,” Changbin mouthed, pointing at the candy that lay on the floor behind Han and flashing a cute pose. 

Han smiled, his eyes darting to you before quickly snatching up the candy and mouthing a thank you to his friend. Just like that, all was forgiven between the two, and you tried your best not to let on that you and Chan were subtly watching by giggling. 

The day passed surprisingly quickly, filled with silly squabbles that were remedied as soon as they were sparked, jokes and razzing, Changbin acting cute, snacks being eaten, bouts of quiet as the boys busied themselves with work only for a stray groan to break the silence and start up short conversations again. It felt like a breath of fresh air, all of you being together again. The only thing missing was Felix. Maybe he could come over later after his classes? It doesn't seem like he would be in the way. After all, it's not as if any clients have come in all day. Why was that?

“We like to set aside days to work on personal projects or just hammer out details for ongoing projects with clients,” Chan explained, not once looking up from his laptop. "Also, some of our clients hired us to actually write the music as well as produce it, so that takes a lot of time as well.”

“Wow, no wonder you guys have been so busy. With all of that, you really have a lot on your plate.”

“Uhg, tell me about it,” Jisung groaned, slipping off his headphones and sliding down his seat. “I miss having free time.”

“I miss having you guys around,” you admit, tucking your legs into the oversized jacket Changbin lent you earlier 

Another silence settled between the four of you, and you regretted opening your mouth. However, the boys all felt sympathetically. They missed the group hanging out. It didn't feel right for three of the five of you to be constantly working, leaving the other two in the dust. While this uptick in business is great for 3racha's career, it’s not so great for their personal lives. 

The silence was abruptly broken by someone’s stomach growling. 

“I guess snacks aren't a good replacement for a good meal,” you chuckled, grabbing your bag and pulling out your wallet. “I'll go get us some food.” 

“Changbin, go with her,” Jisung said as soon as you had grabbed your wallet, surprising you both. 

“Don't you need him?”

“Oh god, don't start, just get out of here. I need a break from you two eye fucking each other from across the room,” Jisung said with feign annoyance, but when his eyes met Changbins’, Jisung gave him a wink and a thumbs up. Even after the official start of you two dating, Han was still by his friends side doing everything he could for you two. 

“Don't have to tell me twice,” Changbin grinned, snagging his wallet and yanking on the shoes he discarded about an hour or two after you arrived. 

“Everyone fine with pizza?” You asked, taking Changbins hand into yours and making your way to the door. 

“Bring Korean corn dogs too!” Chan called out before the door closed. You chuckled. Normally, you would complain about having to drive to two different places for food, but right now, that meant more alone time with your Binnie, and you were not going to say no to that. 

“You want me to put in the order for everything now?” Changbin asked as the elevator returned you to the lobby. You shook your head. 

“Let's wait until we get to the pizza place, I want as much time with you as possible,” 

Changbin simply replied with a giggle and a press of his lips to yours. You had a feeling you were going to get a lot of kisses before you made it back to the studio and, boy, how right you were. At every opportunity Changbin had himself wrapped around you, his lips trailing over every available glimpse of your skin, his hands running over everywhere else. The only time he wasn't all over you was when he stole your keys and drove you to his favorite pizza place, which, surprisingly, wasn't that far from the studio. 

Once he had paid for parking, the two of you made your way inside, and Changbin hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping comfortably around your middle as you decided on what pizza to get for everyone 

“Maybe a meat lovers’?” He suggested, placing his chin on your shoulder and swaying your bodies side to side, causing you to giggle.

“What about a Supreme? I think that has a little bit of something for everyone.” 

“Sure, just no olives,” Changbin murmured in reply, his nose nuzzling into your neck, tickling the skin. 

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to shrug away.

“No,” you promptly refused, walking the two of you up to the counter to order. Changbin only toned down the affection long enough for you to order once someone came to take your order. The second the worker made their way back to begin your order, Changbin immediately started up his assault on your skin, kissing and nipping at the skin. It tickled, but also you could feel your body heat rising in temperature, and you worried that at any moment someone would come out and see. 

“Binnie, stop, someone's gonna see.”

“Nobody's gonna see. This place only ever has a few workers. They won't come out until the pizza's done,” he said in attempts to reassure you, but you still weren't satisfied. “Fine,” he grumbled, his lips pressed right behind your ear. 

You assumed he was relenting that he was going to at least wait until the two of you were alone again. That's not what he was doing. Instead, he tightened his grip around your middle and lifted you to a row of seats that were lined up against a nearby wall. You couldn’t help but notice they were placed right next to a section of the wall that jutted out, creating an alcove where even if a worker were to walk out, they wouldn't be able to see anything but your legs from their vantage point. What a sneaky mother fucker your boyfriend was, especially considering that when he set you down he placed you directly next to the protruding section of the wall. 

“Think you're being sneaky?” You asked in a coy tone, your lip catching between your teeth as Changbin leaned forward, putting his hand on the protruding wall right next to your head. 

“I like to think I can be pretty sneaky when I want to be,” he teased back, his hooded eyes taking in the building color in your cheeks. “Still think someone's gonna see?” 

You said nothing, all your focus being pulled towards your boyfriend. 

Changbin chuckled, his free hand coming up to draw over your head the hood of his jacket that you were still wearing. You looked so cute in it. He might have to let you have it.

“What about now?” He breathed, slowly leaning in but not closing the gap. You didn't realize when your breathing had sped up, but you did realize the moment you suddenly didn't care if anyone saw. All you cared about was feeling Changbins' lips on yours.

Closing your eyes, you leaned in, slotting your lips over his. Changbin sighed into the kiss, he had been stealing kissing you since you had left the studio, but getting to sit down and properly take in the softness of your plush lips, the lingering sweetness of candy on your breath, the warmth of your skin. If only you weren't in public, he would have you in his arms, on his lap, his hands under your shirt. 

You seemed to have read his mind and liked the latter idea because slyly you hand rooted your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, fisting his raven locks before one hand slid down the back of his neck and slipped under the fabric of his shirt. You were just as lost in him as he was with you. With one hand releasing your hood to caress your cheek, the other hand against the wall by your head, his body beginning to lean over her, all at once you were surrounded in everything that was Changbin. 

You were so lost that you didn't notice the bell of the front door ring as someone walked in. 

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Hyunjin sighed in relief as he carded a hand through his newly cropped hair. It had been quite a while since he allowed himself a change in his cut and color. He smiled at himself as he took in his reflection in a nearby window, his hair now short and a dark shade of burgundy. He was hesitant over the short length but was glad he went for it overall. It allowed a proper view of his new brow piercing he had gotten only a couple of days prior. Something about the new look made him feel like he matched the art he had been creating. 

With a rumbling tummy, Hyunjin had just one more stop to hit up before going home. Some time during his hair appointment, he had felt the sensation of hunger settling in and had placed an order for pizza from this spot he knew was nestled nearby. 

Opening the door, Hyunjin leisurely strolled in, initially missing the couple making out in the chairs nearby as he waved down a worker and told them he had ordered ahead. However, the second he noticed them, he very much wished he hadn't. 

‘Gross… Just because the staff can't see you doesn't mean I can't,’ he thought but soon had to check himself, he knew he would be doing the exact same thing with you were he in their place. 

The thought of you pulled Hyunjins mood down a bit. Particularly the thought of him kissing you. He had been doing everything in his power to not think of you in that way, especially since the almost-kiss that happened at his place only four days ago. But something about that night had brought every intimate and stolen moment to the forefront of his mind, and, suddenly, he was seeing you everywhere. 

Even now, Hyunjin was seeing you in the girl being kissed, hiding in what he presumed to be her boyfriend's hoodie. It was stupid, but Hyunjin wished for a moment that the girl really was you and that he was in the place of the curly haired guy. He wanted to be able to hide away with you one more time, to steal just a few more kisses and to hear more of your shy giggles. If only that guy could be him.

Damn. Was he really getting jealous of strangers right now? Wow, was he getting pathetic. It really didn't help that the girl's legs looked just like yours. 

The girl giggled again, and Hyunjin had to physically turn away. Now she was sounding like you, too. Where the hell was his pizza?

Before he could wave down a worker again, Hyunjins eyes darted over to the couple again entirely on their own. Why, he didn't know, all he knew was that when his eyes landed on the “random” couple, his heart cracked. It was you. You and the stupid boyfriend. Hyunjin wondered if you had even noticed that your hood had slipped off your head while you were… having fun. God of all the places, of all the pizza joints, why were you here? 

“Y/N?” Hyunjins wavering voice called out to you before he could stop himself, causing you to jolt away from Changbin in surprise.

You didn’t have to look. You knew it was Hyunjin. You knew his voice, having memorized every intonation of it over the years. You couldn't even look at him if you had wanted to. You were too embarrassed. Instead, you squirreled your face away into the crook of Changbins’ neck for protection.

“H-hi Hyunjin,” you squeaked out from your hiding spot. You felt silly hiding from Hyunjin. It's not as if you haven't done worse with him in public places. But at the same time, you also felt like jumping into the pizza oven to be burnt to a crisp. That way, you could avoid the inevitable awkward conversation that was about to come. What was he doing here? Why did he have to catch you kissing Changbin like this? Why did it matter to you so much if you and Hyunjin were just friends now?

“Hwang,” Changbin cut in with a nod of his head, partially in acknowledgment, partially to pull Hyunjins' attention from you. 

“Ah, yeah. Hi,” Hyunjin replied stiffly, returning Changbins nod with a curt one of his own but unable to meet the boyfriends eyes. He actually couldn't even bring himself to look at the guy at all. 

An awkward silence settled between the three of you, one only broken by a worker pulling Hyunjins attention. It was when you heard Hyunjin speaking to the restaurant worker about how long his food took and being given something extra as compensation that you were able to calm yourself enough to pull your face from Changbins’ neck. 

“Still flustered, bunny?” Changbin chuckled, resting back into his chair and pulling you against him with his strong arm. You had only managed to nod as you leaned against Changbins’ strong body, attempting to relax against him as your eyes finally landed on Hyunjin who was only a few feet away from you but felt so much further.

“You changed your hair,” you timidly spoke when Hyunjin finally had his food in hand, “when did that happen?” 

Hyunjin paused to look at you and your beet red face, and you couldn't help but notice the red rim to his glassy eyes. Maybe the pain was why he couldn't bring himself to answer you right away. How was he supposed to just talk to you with his heart still aching from watching you kiss someone else? Especially when you looked so comfortable snuggled against The Boyfriends’ side, wearing his hoodie? However, the more he stared at you with that unmistakably hurt gaze, the more unsettled you felt.

“Yo-you also pierced your eyebrow. It looks good on you,” you attempted again, a strained smile pulling at your features. Hyunjins face remained stoic as he continued to stare at you, the air growing stale between you. 

This time, it was the sound of Changbin clearing his throat that broke the silence, effectively pulling Hyunjin from his daze. Hyunjin blinked a few moments as if he were refocusing on what was in front of him before turning his gaze away, a hand coming up to scratch at his scalp.

“I just came from the salon, actually. The piercing was the day before yesterday. I was waiting until this weekend to show you. I was hoping I could steal some time to surprise you,” Hyunjin admitted in a hurry, as if trying to make up for the silence he instigated moments earlier. 

“Oh, uhm, I'm sorry the surprise got ruined,” you said a little lamely, reaching for Changbins hand as discreetly as possible and squeezing it tightly. Unfortunately, Hyunjin caught this action out of his peripheral vision.

“It's ok, not your fault. Uhm, I gotta go. I don't want my food to get cold,” he said curtly, dashing from the lobby before you could even say goodbye. 

“Wait, Hyunjin!” You cried, standing to chase after him but being stopped by the call of your name. The pizza was done, and Hyunjin was long gone. 

“Are you okay, Bunny?” Changbin asked as he came up beside you, food in one hand, the other resting comfortingly on your back. You tore your eyes from the door Hyunjin just left through to look at your boyfriend, unsure of how to respond to him.

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So I tried taking a page out of Miyazaki and writing the more quiet moments, but that's hard to balance! They can easily come off as boring, especially in a strictly written medium. Personally, I think it's easier in a visual medium where you can see the characters being in the moment. I hope I could somewhat convey the concept of "ma" at least a little in this chapter.

Now, onto the story, Solars, come and get yo juice! Lmao, also I'm worried I made Hyunjin come off as a little bit of a twerp when that's not what intended. If that's the case, I'll roll with it, but idk, what do you guys think?

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Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 9

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings: ouid consumption

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July 25th, 12:56 PM

Closing his bedroom door firmly behind him, Danny drops his bags instantly, not caring if he made too much noise as he drags his feet on the floor on his way to the bed. He falls onto it facedown, letting his body and mind relax now that he was finally completely alone. As much fun Danny was having camping with the Kiszka brothers, the end of their trip could not have come fast enough. Even crammed into the back of Josh’s car with Sam, their knees pressed firmly against each other the entire drive home, had been almost too much for him to handle.

The entire trip had changed Danny’s perspective on Sam, more specifically on how Sam might feel about him. Waking up cuddling Sam that first morning may have been a pure accident, but when Danny woke up every morning after that with him fast asleep in his arms, he didn’t know what to think. Even worse, Sam’s flirty comments only increased as their week went on, going from quiet, joking comments when they were alone to almost explicit suggestions even in front of the twins.

Danny truly didn’t know what to do, his heart begging him to make some kind of move on Sam, but his mind telling him there was only one way this would end. The summer days would run out, Danny would go back to New York for school, and Sam wouldn’t follow. He would stay in Frankenmuth, alone, without Danny or his brothers. Danny only prayed that this time, he would answer his calls. Now that he finally had Sam back, he wasn’t ready to let go. He couldn’t bear to lose him again, not like last time.

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July 31st, 1:24 AM

Blinking sleep from his eyes, Danny fumbles for his phone in the darkness, the screen blinding him temporarily as he tries to figure out who decided to call him at one in the morning. Unsurprisingly, he sees Jake’s contact photo light up his screen again, having missed multiple calls from him. Guess I figured out what woke me up. What the fuck does he want and why can’t this wait a few more hours.

“Hello?” His voice is gravelly from sleep, still only half awake as his mind moves in slow motion.

“Danny! What are you doing tomorrow, well, today?” Jake’s words are fast and eager, filled with excitement despite how late it was.

“Uh? Nothing planned? Why?”

“Mom and Dad are going to a concert tomorrow night, tonight, whatever it is, without us; Chicago and Rick Springfield. The venue isn’t too far from us but they’re going up early and spending the next day there with some friends or something, so Sam, Josh, and I are taking over the living room for a movie marathon. Be over here by no later than two.”

Danny rubs his forehead, nearing annoyance at the reasoning for Jake waking him up as he tries to keep in mind that he probably hadn’t meant to disturb him. “Alright, yeah fine, whatever. I appreciate the invite but why couldn’t this have waited? I was asleep.”

“This early?” The genuine confusion in his voice helps him keep this in mind, not wanting to accidentally snap at him.

“Jake. It is almost 1:30 in the morning. I don’t know if you knew this but, normal people are usually asleep at this hour.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I got excited.”

“You’re fine. What are we watching anyways?”

“Pirates of the Caribbean.” Danny can hear the smile in his voice even through the phone.

“How hard did you have to fight them for that?”

“So hard. We drew lots in the end and I won so they couldn’t say no.” Jake pauses momentarily, allowing a beat of silence to pass between them, speaking again as Danny begins to nod off. “Anyways, I’ll let you go back to sleep now. Bring snacks. Or weed.”

“Will do, bye.” Jake hangs up before Danny can, his phone screen going black allowing the room to be filled with darkness once more.

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2:10 PM

“Shut the fuck up, I know I’m late.” Danny says the second he opens the unlocked front door to the Kiszka house, knowing the other three men were just waiting to give him shit about being late. His body goes into autopilot as he enters the familiar living room and sits down on “his” seat on one of the couches, right next to Sam.

“I said no later than two, Wagner. You got a reason for being ten minutes late?” Jake cocks his eyebrow, his tone serious despite everyone knowing his question was a lighthearted joke.

“Yeah, Jake was about ready to start without you.” Josh chimes in from his place on a chair way too large for him, folded against the material in a way that would surely be uncomfortable for anyone else.

“Yes, I do actually.” Danny begins rummaging through his bag, pulling each item out and tossing it at each man as he spoke. “I had to get snacks. Peach ring gummies for Josh, pretzel sticks for Jake, white cheddar popcorn for me, and last but not least, baby carrots for Sam.” Sam’s eyes go wide as he hands him the bag of carrots as Jake and Josh snort, having forgotten that was their younger brother’s favorite snack food.

“Danny, I could kiss you.” Sam’s expression is dead serious as he says the words, sending a violent blush to Danny’s cheeks that he hides by turning his attention back to his bag, praying that he could blame his complexion on something else if asked. “Thank you.”

“Yeah uh, no problem. Anyways,” Danny clears his throat, hoping to change the subject without it being obvious to the others. “I also brought weed like Jake asked.” He holds up a small stash jar, continuing to explain as he settles into the couch now that everything he had brought had been unpacked. “I think I have like a quarter of an ounce left in here, brought my pipe too but I assume you all have your own, and joints too.”

“Danny, I could kiss you.” Jake repeats the words, and coming from him it only brings a grin to Danny’s face as he shakes his head.

“I’m good, but thanks. Let’s get this show on the road, why don’t we? How long is this going to take us by the way?”

“12 hours and 18 minutes. Not counting snack or bathroom breaks.” Silence falls between them at Jake’s words, each man getting more comfortable in their seats as they prepare for the next few hours.

“Lovely. What are we waiting for then?”

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9:52 PM

“Ok I can’t take it, I need a fucking break.” Josh stands abruptly as the credits of At World’s End begin to play, Jake already starting to queue up On Stranger Tides as he ignores Josh’s exit.

Sam stands as well, stretching his limbs as far as he can as he yawns. “Me too, I think it’s zaza time.”

“Please never call it that again.” Danny responds flatly as he too joins them on his feet, rummaging through his bag for his weed and pipe before beginning to follow Sam from the room until he stops himself, turning back to Jake still hunched over his DVD case searching through the discs. “You joining?”

He glances up with a smile, blindly flipping through the pages. “Yeah, be out in a sec.”

“Cool cool.” Danny leaves the room without another word, already knowing where Sam and Josh had escaped to. He sits down next to Sam on the small step of their back porch, both men watching Josh stretch in what Sam thought was the weirdest ways.

“What the fuck is he doing?”

“Yoga. He does it all the time at the most random times in our apartment.” Sam laughs at his comment, the mental image of Josh stopping mid-sentence to go into downward dog popping into his head. “I swear, he’ll get up mid-show for a snack and then I look over and he’s on the floor.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Sam pulls a lighter from his pocket as his fingers find a joint, bringing it to his lips and lighting it. He takes a large hit, letting it out with a long exhale as his eyes close. “God, I needed this. I would have lit it up an hour ago, but Jake and Josh said no smoking in the living room and I didn’t want to get up.” Danny watches his fingers brush against his lips as he takes another hit for longer than he would care to admit, hoping the darkness of the night would conceal his blush as Sam turns to look at him, holding the joint out between his pointer finger and thumb. “Want some?”

Danny moves his stash jar and pipe to the concrete beside him, glad to ignore it at the offer. “Yeah, thanks.” Just as his fingers are about to brush the tip, Sam pulls his hand back slightly, a mischievous smile playing across his lips.

“Greedy, greedy. Let me hold it for you.” Why the fuck does he want to hold it? Is he afraid I won’t give it back? I thought we had the “sharing is caring” rule with weed, I’d be more than willing to let him have some of mine in return. Despite the thoughts running through his mind, Danny leans towards the joint in his outstretched hand, making direct eye contact with Sam as he takes a long hit.

Sam maintains eye contact as his lips brush his fingertips, staring back unblinking in slight amusement. Danny coughs slightly as he exhales, grateful as Sam hands him a bottle of water silently, taking a large drink of it before attempting to speak again. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Before either can say another word, Josh joins them, plopping down on the concrete with a huff. “I feel so much better now.”

“Maybe if you didn’t fold yourself into that chair like a pretzel, your body wouldn’t be so angry at you.” Sam laughs before taking another hit.

Josh rolls his eyes before making grabby hands at Sam. “Shut the fuck up and pass it. Can’t believe you started without me.”

“Stop being such a hypocrite, Josh.” Jake cuts into the conversation as he shuts the back door behind him, pulling a chair over to sit next to Josh as he takes the joint from him before he can even raise it to his lips. “Whenever we smoke, I’m lucky to get a hit or two before you finish it."

“Balderdash! This is a defamation of my character, and I won’t stand for it! ...now give it back please.”

“No.” Jake casts a smile down to him before handing it to Danny, gratefully accepting it as Sam’s thigh presses into his, his heartbeat speeding as he tries not to cough from the hit. I’m gonna need so much more weed to get through this night. As Danny watches it burn lower and lower with each pass, he pulls his pipe back out, packing the bowl as the other men share the ends of the dying joint until it goes out. When he finishes, he takes a long hit, beginning to feel the effects of the first few hits he took.

When he sees the flower still lit, he holds the pipe out to Sam and keeps the bowl in his hand as the other man reaches for it, repeating Sam’s motions from earlier as he pulls it back towards himself with a smile. “Greedy, greedy.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Even as Sam rolls his eyes, Danny can see the smile creep onto his face as he brings his lips to the mouthpiece, once again maintaining eye contact as he inhales. After a few seconds, Danny removes his thumb from the carburetor, waiting a few more seconds to allow Sam to finish before pulling the glass piece away from him.

Suddenly remembering they weren’t alone, Danny turns his attention to the twins, holding the pipe and a lighter out to them. “Want some?”

Josh reaches for it before Jake can, snatching it from his hands with a grin before making quick work of lighting it. After they pass Danny’s pipe around a few times in silence, all four men feeling the weight of the weed in their heads and bodies, Jake finally speaks again. “Alright, these last two movies won’t watch themselves. We should resume before we’re all too high and tired to finish.”

“Agreed, let’s get this over with.” Josh stands as Jake replaces his chair, both moving around Sam and Danny still sitting as they make their way inside.

Despite the effects of the weed, Danny’s nerves skyrocket as Sam leans his head on his shoulder, saying nothing as Danny feels him relax against him. He lets Sam stay this way for a few moments, wanting to stay there forever with him but knowing how it would look to the twins if they didn’t join them soon. “We should uh, go inside. Sooner we start these, sooner we can sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.” Sam gets to his feet reluctantly, offering a hand down to Danny as he grabs his stash jar, lighter, and pipe in one hand. “Let’s go, Danny boy.”

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (12)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warnings: mentions of violence, stalking.

Genre: idol au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, ft ot7.

A/N: surprise!!! I have another chapter coming Tuesday too! also…anyone have any guesses for who is stalking YN? This chapter is a little longer than usual to make up for the wait (around 5k)

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True to his work Hoseok texted you once he got to work and then once again when he got home from work. You had been ushered out of the hospital once visiting hours were over.

Your dad spent had spent the past 5 days in hospital, growing stronger day by day but still needing assistance. The company had given you a week off, you still had a day of that time and thankfully the doctor had given you the green light to take your dad home.

Hoseok had texted every day, sending you comforting messages, asking if you needed help and he hadn’t been the only one, Jungkook and to your surprise Yoongi had also contacted, sending you messages of strength.

You were grateful for their support but you were even more grateful that you had the chance to take your dad home, cook him his favourite meal and make sure your mother got at least one full night of sleep before going home.

You’d only popped in briefly over the week to grab clothes, ignoring everything else. Everything else could wait, your dad couldn’t.

Your dad had insisted he didn’t need help to walk, that he was fine and you were being extra, your mother had insisted she could cook, that she wasn’t tired, that she should be taking care of you.

“You’re both as bad as each other, I’m going back to work in two days. Let me take care of you here please so I can have peace of mind when I go home that everything is okay.” You pleased, already knowing that you’d make them food, clean the house and help settle your father regardless of what they said.

Your mother rolled her eyes, huffing as she crossed one leg over the other, hand in your fathers thigh as they as on the couch. “Fine, you are stubborn just like your-“

“Eomma, just like your eomma.” Your dad interjected the conversation, you couldn’t help but laugh at the playfulness of it all.

Everything was fine. Your father wasn’t dying, your mother was okay.

You cooked them dinner, and then some extra so neither of them would have to worry about cooking tomorrow. You’d finished all the laundry and cleaned the house, it didn’t really need cleaning but still. The hours flew by and the time for you to go home was growing closer, and you were growing worried. Logically you couldn’t stay any longer, you had been asked to go into work to translate a phone interview between the members and some radio station.

“We will be fine.” You loved the way your mothers touch felt comforting, her hand upon your shoulder bringing you back to the present. Your father had insisted on ordering you a taxi home, the journey wasn’t long but it was way past 9pm and he wasn’t happy with the idea of you walking around this late.

“Your taxi will be here in a few minutes, you’ve got to return to work that company will fall apart without you.” Your dad laughed.

You shook your head. “Apps that’s not true at all! I worry about you two.”

“If we need your help I will call.” Your mother was firm and arguing back would do no good. “Didn’t you say NaRae was going to stop by tomorrow? I’m sure she can help out if we need it, which we don’t.” She held up a finger as you went to open your mouth, your arguments dying on your tongue. “Go home, go back to work.”

“You can’t wait to get rid of me.” You tried, you knew it wasn’t the case but still.

Your mother pulled you in for a hug, her floral perfume was a scent that had always provided you comfort. “You’re welcome home any time, just not when you have work.”

“Your taxi is here.” Your father declared, opening the door with a hobble. “Let us know you’re home safe?”

“Of course, take your medicine please I labelled them and wrote a chart, the food is in the refrigerator just heat it up, the rice will need a little more water. the laundry is folded into piles, if you leave it to the side NaRae can put it away tomorrow when she comes over.” You read off the mental checklist you had formed, all whilst your mother pushed you further and further out the door until you were climbing inside the Taxi.

“Thank you for staying home the past week blossom.” You lent into your mothers had as she stroked your cheek, the childhood nickname causing you to smile. “Now go and relax okay? Eomma loves you.”

“I love you too eomma.” You gave her hand a squeeze before dropping it and closing the door.

The taxi drive was short, but the stillness in the world was rather beautiful. Inside the car you were stationary, you couldn’t do anything yet life around you was full, people were going in and out of restaurants, businesses were closing for the day, people walking around going to who knows where. You were often more interested in the journey rather than the destination but today you couldn’t feel any more relieved as the car pulled up outside of your apartment building.

You handed over the exact change and thanked the driver before climbing the stairs to your apartment. The smell of your air freshener hit you in the face as you opened the front door, thankfully it wasn’t messy, just a few clothes and papers here and there.

You sent your parents a text before checking the rest of your notifications. Frowning when you noticed an unread message from Hoseok only to smile at the contents.

He truly had done more than enough, in fact every day for the past week food had been delivered to the hospital, ordered by a man called J.

You smiled at the messages before decided to shower, it wouldn’t do you well to turn up to work looking like a mess. You didn’t drag it out, shaving could wait, you did the basics, body wash, shampoo, exfoliator, face mask and then teeth before climbing into bed half asleep.

You only just remembered to set an alarm before knocking out.

The morning came way too fast. The kitchen floor was cold as you padded across it, pouring cereal into a bowl. You couldn’t really muster much of an appetite, your mind debating wether or not to call in sick and go back to your parents. You knew you couldn’t, knew they would argue if you went home but still, you couldn’t help but worry. Even as you got dressed, put on your shoes, double checked your bag and got inside the taxi you was formulating excuses to skip the day.

Considering how early it was the building was busy, a few different groups passing you in the halls, some you recognised, others not so much. A part of you was nervous, you’d never translated an interview before and thanks to the whole fiasco at the award show you couldn’t afford to make a mistake still as you see Hoseok standing outside of your given office you managed to smile a little, feeling some of your worries no longer as bothersome.

“Good morning.” He smiled, holding out a coffee which you took gratefully.

You opened the door for him, letting him walk in first. “Thank you for the coffee, are you ready for the day?”

“As ready as I can be, I’m not as good at interviews as Namjoon but I’m used to them.” He took a sip of his coffee before placing it on the table. “How are you? Are your parents okay?”

You nodded, placing your bag and cup down. “I’m okay, a little nervous for the interview I don’t want to mess up and convey something in the wrong way.”

“I doubt you would.” He shook his head, silencing the thought immediately. “If you really aren’t up to it I’m sure there’s someone else who can do it, no one would judge you after the past week.”

You gave him a smile, despite all the fame he was still so kind, so humble. “It’s okay, really. If I change my mind I promise I’ll let you know. How is the album coming along?”

“Unless you count being stuck on the same song for the past two weeks as ‘coming along’ then it’s not. No where near.” He frowned, you noticed the dark bags under his eyes covered by some concealer but still prominent enough to be known.

“I don’t know much about making music but whatever it is I have the upmost confidence you can figure it out. Isn’t there anyone you can turn to for help?” You asked, surely there was other producers there to step in when something wasn’t going right.

“I guess there is.” He sighed, sitting down on the small couch. “It’s a solo song, the outro.”

“Oh wow, you’re doing a solo song as the outro?” You leant against the table, not in a rush as the interview wasn’t for a few hours yet. “How do you feel about that?”

“I’m happy to be doing it, over the years the outro has changed members and we’ve had solo songs on every album since wings so I’m not as caught up on that.” He attempts a laugh but it’s empty. “it’s supposed to be the last one before we take a break and I don’t want the final song to be something that people don’t enjoy. The last song of an album is like the closing note, imagine reading a book with no final page, it would ruin it.” He explains, taking another drink of his coffee.

“You could look at it as the closing note or you could look at it as the song the leads to the future, if you look at it like an ending it will feel like an ending, if you look at it as though it’s a song setting the stage for the next album, regardless of when that may be it could give you a new outlook. If I’m ever stuck on an ending I think about what I want to do next, if I want to make a second book then I won’t have a definitive ending so it’s easier for me to continue the next time I’m ready to write. Maybe try look at it as a message for the future than one for the present.” You wasn’t really sure what to suggest but you did your best, not wanting to give futile and pointless advice. You made a mental note to spend some one on one time with YouTube and gather as much information about making music as you could, he was always a big help to you and for some reason you wanted to help him just as much.

He gave you a smile, this time not empty or lacking but truly bright. “Maybe you’re right, just because it’s the last song in the album it doesn’t mean it has to feel like one. I feel like inspiration is striking so I’m going to go to my studio and I’ll see you later, you just gave me an idea.” He rushed up, as though whatever he had thought would be forgotten if he didn’t put it to paper.

Maybe you weren’t entirely useless at giving advice. You laughed to yourself at the way he bounded out of the room.

Within no time you found yourself surrounded by papers, the lessons for the next week slowly coming together, your own inspiration seemingly hitting in abundance. Normally on a Friday you felt worn out, the weekend a welcome retreat but things were different here, the workload wasn’t as taxing, you were no longer underpaid and overworked so despite it being Friday and the fact you were working on your only day off you were In high spirits.

Until your phone began to ring and you picked it up only to hear a worried Na-Rae.

“YN?” She called, you knew her well enough to recognise when something was wrong.

“Is everything okay? Is it appa?” Your mind instantly went to your parents and you were ready to rush out if need be.

She was breathing heavy and it made you sweat. “No, no he’s okay, they are fine. A letter came for you… i think it’s his handwriting.” Her voice was hushed and for a moment your brain blanked.

“His who?” You frowned, confused.

“YN…Jung-Woo.” She whispered.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. “To my parents house? It couldn’t be he never knew their address. What does the letter say?”

“I didn’t open it.” She paused. “Should I?”

“Yes?” You responded although it sounded more question than answer, you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know the contents of the letter.

“Okay wait.” The distinct sound of paper tearing had you on edge before she spoke against “oh my god.”

“What?” You explained, your heart racing. “What is it?”

“It’s pictures of you, just around the Hybe building, next to the members, inside your apartment, they look like they were taken from outside.” She explains them. “I’ll send you a picture.”

“No wait.” You paused, now wasn’t the right time for this, you had an interview to work through and you definitely couldn’t do that if you see the pictures. “Come over tonight, bring them with you. Do not let my parents see. I have an interview I have to go.”

“Okay, good luck. Don’t let this bother you, go do whatever it is you do.” She laughed, you could tell she was trying to distract you, to lighten the mood but you welcomed it, grateful to have a friend who was as selfless as her. “I’ll be round tonight, text me when you’re on your way home and I’ll come over.”

“Okay. Love you.” You managed to smile as she said goodbye and the line went dead.

You felt as though there was an elephant upon your chest, even as you grabbed your ID card and clipped it to your pants, even as you opened the office door and took a step outside, even as you walked the long corridor and unfortunately even as Hoseok rushed to join you, voice sounding rather dry.

“You okay?” He asked. You wasn’t but you nodded and pulled out a sealed bottle of water from your bag, handing it to him. “You’re an Angel in disguise.” He laughed as he opened the bottle, practically draining it.

It didn’t do much to help his voice but you felt good about doing something to help. “It won’t be a long interview, maybe an hour.” He explained, holding open the door to the recording room, there was musical equipment pushed to the side, three phones on one round table, one for you and one for Hoseok another for whatever other member was joining. A notepad had already been put on the table, you guessed it was for note taking but with how cloudy your mind felt and how hard it was to breath you weren’t sure you could even speak the whole hour, let alone take notes too.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale.” The rapper asked again, even as you both took your seats.

You out on your best smile. “I’m okay. Just nervous.”

Hoseok, thankfully, doesn’t press anymore. Instead he brings up his phones notes, typing away. You’re only waiting five minutes before Jimin strolls in, forehead sweaty, you guessed he had been doing some form of practice, or working out.

He gave you a smile before leaning over Hoseok shoulder to see what the rapper was doing on his phone. Whatever it was caused Jimin to laugh and Hoseok to slap his thigh.

“Ah Hyung, you’re funny.” Jimin giggled, taking his seat. “Hello YN.”

“Hello, Jimin. How are you?” You shifted to face him, not wanting to be rude.

“Tired and sweaty.” He laughed brining a hand to wipe his forehead. “How’s your parents?”

“You know?” You asked, shocked. “How?”

“Hoseokie Hyung told us when he went to the hospital. He kinda left in a rush so we knew something was up.” Jimin looked at you before turning to Hoseok, his mouth forming an ‘o’ “was I not supposed to say anything?”

You felt yourself genuinely smile at that, the weight on your chest becoming a little more bearable. “No it’s okay, they are doing much better.”

“Sometimes our Jimin here says a lot of things.” Hoseok laughs, it’s fake but that’s what makes it funny. “So just ignore Jimin.”

You press your lips into a fine line as though you were considering it before shaking your head. “I can’t unfortunately I have to translate for the both of you.”

“See that’s because YN is a 94 liner too.” Jimin teased Hoseok.

“I- Hoseok began but was cut off as the door to the room opened, Sejin stepping inside.

“Sorry for keeping you all waiting I had some things to do. Hello YN-Ssi.” Sejin greeted you and you quickly stood to how to him before taking your seat again. “It’s a simple interview to bring attention to the upcoming album, it will mostly be about your musical journey and process, please try to refrain from giving any spoilers although I should probably be saying that to-

“Namjoon.” All three men said in unison.

“-Yes, glad you know. Okay I’m going to dial in and then it’s down to you three, I’ll be hearing it all in case they ask something we haven’t allowed.” You we’re grateful to have another layer of support there, if something went amiss at least you couldn’t be held solely responsible.

Once the call to the interviewer was connected everything moved fast, questions were asked and answered and by the end of it you were sure that you’d spoken more English in the past hour then you had In the past year, you were taken back by how thoughtful and personal Jimin and Hoseoks answers had been, with Sejin having minimal input only shaking his head a few times when Hoseok had nearly spoken about being in the outro.

You relayed everything as well as you could, despite some terms being unfamiliar you were pretty proud of yourself, half way through the weight on your chest eased a little and you were awfully grateful for the distraction the interview provided you with, mentally translating an entire conversation didn’t give you much time to think about your own issues.

“You were great!” Jimin praised, pushing his chair away from the table. “Me and Taehyung are going to eat would you want to come?”

“Oh.” You looked between him and Hoseok, already having made plans with the rapper. “I think me and Hoseok-ssi were going to get lunch.”

“We could go as a group, Hyung?” Jimin asked Hoseok who in turn looked at you, as though trying to sense what you really wanted before nodding. “Okay, I’ll text Taehyungie to meet us at the cafeteria.”

“Where is he?” Hoseok asked, holding open the door for you and Jimin. “I thought he was with Namjoon doing the bridge?”

“No.” Jimin shook his head, walking alongside Hoseok, you were just a few steps behind. “We recorded that, Jungkook is recording now. He was in the empty studio I think he did a live.”

“I was supposed to do a live yesterday but I didn’t have time.” Hoseok frowned and Jimin sighed, both of them clearly upset about something.

You’d spaced out after that, somehow following their footsteps as you thought to yourself. All of the letters, the threats had started when you agreed to take the position at hybe but that information had been confidential, the only people who knew were the ones who had a part in you getting the job. It wasn’t impossible that an old colleague overheard the hushed conversations you’d had with Narae at your desk or even your old boss but to go as far as to threaten you? To find out your parents address? It had to be something more personal, someone more personal. Especially if they knew about Jung-Woo although how much of the story they knew was a mystery they still knew and that was a worry in itself especially if they told the pol-

“YN?” A hand waved in front of your face and you jumped back, Hoseok frowned a little before pulling his lips into a smile. “You disappeared on us.”

You were taken aback as you see Taehyung beside Jimin, you truly had disappeared. “Sorry.” You apologised sheepishly. “I was just thinking about some paperwork I was doing earlier.”

“It’s okay.” Taehyung smiled, you’d been around him a handful of times, seen his pictures and videos everywhere but something about seeing his smile in real life, directed at you was entirely different. It was kind, even his eyes reflected that same energy of warmth and care. “Are you sure you have time for lunch?”

You nodded. “Of course, I'm fine I promise.” You laughed. “So…lunch?”

“Yes lunch.” Hoseok claps and you shuffle to look at him. “We can eat at the cafeteria or we can slip out and go to a restaurant around the corner. It’s private we eat there a lot, no one will bother us. It’s your choice.” He asks you both Taehyung and Jimin nodding along.

“Im happy with either.” You felt more comfortable letting them choose. “Where is the food best?”

“Definitely the restaurant. I can drive?” Hoseok offers.

With no objections you begin walking to the employee only car park. Taehyung and Jimin walking behind you and Hoseok, both of them arguing over a song they had been working on together.

Hoseok found the car at ease, guiding all three of you through the flourishing car park. You felt embarrassed as he unlocked the car and the opened the door for you. Jimin and taehyung talking animatedly as they climbed into the back. The low thrum of the car was soothing, Hoseok had opened the tinted windows slightly.

“So YN tell us about yourself?” Taehyung perked up from the back. Leaning forward to see you. “Everyone knows us.” He huffs frowning.

“There’s nothing really to know. I don’t have any siblings, I studied, went to university, did the exchange programme, came here, got a Job with my friend at the broadcasting place for the award shows and then ended up here.” You summarised your life in a few short sentences which albeit didn’t make you feel good about yourself, your life not being one full of great adventures and in comparison to the lives of global superstars was pretty much nothing.

The car was silent for a second as it comes to a stop at a red light before Jimin asks. “I heard that you like to write.”

“Oh, yeah I do.” You smiled, as though you could forget. “I think I want to write a book, publish it, I’m not too sure how I’ll do it but I have a few ideas.”

“What genres do you like?” Hobi asked this time, looking at you quickly before refocusing on the road.

“I like all kinds of things, my favourite stories are always the ones that get worse before they get better.” You explain. “Misunderstandings, angst, heartbreak before undeniable, overwhelming happiness is the best.”

“I’ve read a few stories like that. I enjoyed them.” Jimin shrugged. “I don’t read much.”

“Same.” Tae nods in agreement. Yoongi Hyung and Namjoonie Hyung do though.”

“What about you?” You turned to Hobi.

“Ahh.” He sighed. “My dad was a literature teacher, he always tells me to read, even now. I don’t do it much but whenever I do read it’s usually something philosophical or something that I feel will help me grow. Living, Loving and Learning was one of my favourites.” You perk up at that, recognising the book.

“The one by Dr Leo?” You ask, eyes wide with a smile as he nods. “That book was great, I felt brand new after reading it.”

“I liked the way it encouraged acceptance, I recommended it to everyone else but I don’t know if they read it.” Hoseok looks back through the mirror but Taehyung and Jimin just side eye each other. “Yeah, they definitely didn’t read it.”

You all laugh at that, the conversation continuing as you pull up the the restaurant. You watched as they all pulled out face masks and hats, putting them on in some form of synchronicity. “Ready?” Taehyung asks you. “Oh do you want a face mask?”

You nod, not wanting to be the odd one out. “Thank you.”

“Let’s go, we have practice in two hours and I’m hungry.” Jimin complains, getting out of the car first. Taehyung followed after, leaving just you and Hoseok.

You were waiting for him to get out but instead he took his seatbelt off and shifted around to look at you. “I should have said this before we left but if you don’t want to go in there you don’t have to, I can just do a take away. No one will bother us but there’s always a chance of someone seeing us on the way in.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Wouldn’t that be more of an issue for you than me?”

“Not really, we go out with staff all the time. Still be aware of anyone who may take pictures, it wouldn’t be the first time we have encountered a sasaeng at a restaurant.” He shrugs his shoulders, clearly used to the events.

“I guess today is as good as any to learn how to deal with those situations. Let’s go and eat?” He laughs and nods, reaching for his door as you do yours.

The air wasn’t necessarily cold but it wasn’t warm either, you loved weather like this. The restaurant wasn’t small but it wasn’t fancy, there were a few tables where businessmen sat, some at the back empty, another table looked to be trainees of some sort but no one bothered you and Hoseok as you walked around the tables towards the enclosed place at the back, Jimin and Taehyung already waiting around the table. “Finally!”

“We didn’t even take that long.” Hoseok laughs at Taehyung. “Did you order?”

“Yeah, I got the usual but I asked them to come back so YN could order too.” Jimin looks at you. “I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

“Oh!” You felt yourself getting flustered which was definitely a new level of embarrassment as all three men looked at you. “I’m fine with whatever.”

“We ordered seafood.” Taehyung squints at you. “Do you like seafood?”

“Okay…maybe not like BUT I’m used to eating it with my friend so it’s okay.” NaRae had often pushed you into seafood restaurants, you didn’t like the food much but over the years you’d grown a tolerance to it. “Seriously, it's fine.”

“He’s lying, we didn’t order seafood, he just wanted to see if you would be honest. We ordered the meat set with Mandu, Japchae and then a side order of bungeoppang for after.” Jimin rattles off their entire order list, your eyes growing wide at the copious amount of foods before finally registering what he had said at the beginning.

“Wait, why would I lie about what food I liked?” You asked, you couldn’t understand why someone would do that.

“Well.. before.. there’s been times we have had friends or people we thought as friends that would lie about everything they liked to make themselves seem compatible with us?” Hoseok responds, shaking his head.

“A girl once lied to me about liking seafood.” Taehyung adds. “She was allergic.”

“She was what?.” Your head whipped around at him. “Did she eat it?”

“Yep. She called me the next day from the hospital because she had a severe reaction.”

“Was that the one who said she sold her car to buy you a watch?” Jimin asks, clearly aware of the situation.

Watching them talk about it all so normally was what shocked you the most, the lengths someone would go to just to be close to another being because of a desire to have them. It left you silently asking just how many times they had gone though these things for them to be so nonchalant about it.

The food came in shortly after, the conversation coming to a stop as you all filled your stomach. You offered to pay, pulling out your card as fast as you could. Jimin and Hoseok argued because they had invited you, believing it was right for them to pay. However, it was Taehyung who bested you all, slipping the waiter his card for the bill as Hoseok, Jimin and you debated who would pay.

Tomorrow you’d buy them all coffee.

Hoseok had offered to drop you home once you had told them all that you weren’t required to be in work until tomorrow but you refused, explaining you were going to see a friend. You’d agreed with NaRae to stop by her apartment, to get the pictures and to figure out if she knew anything else, anything that could help you make sense of the issue.

After saying a short goodbye to the members with a promise of texting Hoseok later you were already on your way to NaRaes, thankfully the traffic wasn’t bad and the bus journey was only a short 15 minutes.

You didn’t need to knock, she had long since given you a key so as usual you let yourself in. Her small puppy, Mino, jumping up at you as soon as you entered the doorway. You quickly pet him, before taking off your shoes as walking through the slim hallway that connected to the rest of the house.

“Where are you?” You shouted, loud enough for it to be heard through the apartment.

“Here.” She called out, somewhere in the bedroom.

“Was you sle- oh my god what happened?!” Your jaw drops at the site of the cut on her face and scrapes on her hands.

“The pictures, someone came for the pictures, oh my way home they grabbed me and snatched them. I tried to fight to keep them but I couldn’t.” She sat up from the bed, pushing herself into your arms.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You stroked the back of her head. Guilt pooling in your stomach, whatever this was, whoever it was, it was your fault.

And you were going to make sure they paid.

[akronus-writes]

Walking on a path of shattered glass chapter 4, nightmares from beyond the veil.

2 days later, I stand in front of the large mirror the motel I had rented on the outskirts of town, shifting the hooded black trench coat I had bought until it properly hid both my ears, and tail. with the current coma case I really couldn't afford someone calling me a demon.

"there, that should work," I commented, pulling the hood over my head as I picked up my phone and checked the time.

"11:30 am, I organized to speak to the investigator in about an hour,"

I put my phone back down as I fell onto the bed, content to wait out the next hour by going over my plan for the day, and began to speak aloud.

"at 12:30 I'll speak with the investigator and see if I can get any case record, reports, or possible evidence. After that I'll visit the victims houses and search for anything arcane, making sure not to get caught. And then I'll finish the day with some more reading into whatever the hell this could be. And hopefully not enter a coma when I go to sleep tonight,"

I used my finger to draw meaningless shapes in the air, sketching some strange pattern into the ceiling as I contemplated how much work I would need to put in today.

An hour later I slipped out of my door, locking it behind me as I walked out into the light of the sun, hood up to conceal my ears despite the searing heat of the outside world.

Quickly making my way into town, I find myself blending in surprisingly well with the locals, my strange outfit passing by the gaze of the grieving. The town itself is exotic to me, a quaint town you'd expect to find in a farming simulator, not a cosmic horror story.

Eventually I find myself outside my destination, a small bakery and coffee shop called the caffeinated croissant. I looked through a window with an emblem of a croissant being dipped in coffee, surveying the nearly empty shop for the detective.

I noticed him sitting in the corner booth, wearing a navy blue puffer jacket over a white dress shirt and black jeans, drinking a coffee as he checked his watch.

Before anyone could notice me spying, I quickly entered the shop, pushing the door open, causing a customary chime sound as I wordlessly strode in and sat down opposite the detective.

"I take it you're Akronus?" the detective asked in a strangely plain voice, not taking the time to look up from his drink.

"and you're the detective who offered me information," I answered, scanning him for any form of wire or weapon.

"correct, I can't tell you much, but I can tell you some bits most folks wouldn't know," He replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"and in return I'll tell you what I know about it," I added, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

"yep, I guess you'll want me to start, so I'll tell you what I know," He took another sip of his coffee before continuing "roughly three weeks back a local man entered a coma at exactly midnight, next night it happened again, and then the next, and then the next, and there was no known cause either," He looked at me with a tired grin, "you know what that does to this kind of town? anyone who didn't end up comatose ran off a week ago, this towns got about a month let in it before it falls apart, so getting your help is one hell of a hail Mary," He finished his story with another drink of coffee, and I began mine.

"the reason this is happening isn't drugs, or a medical phenomena, it's the work of an eldritch being," I noticed the look I am so used to begin to spread across his face, and continued speaking "not Cthulhu, things that don't make sense. A monster that makes you forget your own face, insects under the skin of your furniture, that's what I'm talking about," I looked at his face, smirking under my mask at the mixture of shock and horror on his face, and slid him a slip of paper.

"this has my number on it, I'll call you tomorrow," I informed him, before briskly walking out of the shop, and disappearing back into the outside world.

An hour later I sat down under a tree in the only park in the town, right across the road from the house of the first victim. pulling up the article i had found on the event on my phone once more, I checked if it had mention any family members living at the address, and when it said he lives alone I made my move.

I quickly make my way out of the park, across the road, and around the house and into the backyard. It was already overgrown, the owner had clearly neglected it long before he entered a coma. Weaving my way past the forest of grass and weeds, I grabbed onto the bronze door knob of his backdoor, and quietly released a blast of arcane energy, not enough to hurt someone badly, just enough to break the lock.

In a subdued flash of purple light, the handle and lock fell apart in my hand, and with a light push the door swung open into a small kitchen illuminated by only the beams of sunlight that shone through dusty windows or the now opened door.

Slowly, I stepped into the house, taking care to not touch anything as I searched for the bedroom. Leaving the kitchen and entering the practically untouched living room, I ascended the stairs in the middle of the house, and opened the door at the end of the upstairs hallway.

upon opening the door, I walked into a cluttered mess of a room filled with more trash and garbage then I could even begin to believe. The room itself reminded me of humanities ability to create horror even in the absence of the arcane, every step I took inside of it threatened to topple some form of trash pile, and every sense I had wished to flay its respective sensory organ alive.

Eventually I managed to navigate my way to the foot of the bed, and activated my arcane sense to hopefully see the traces of energy left by the monster.

In an instant my vision was flooded with an ethereal purple energy radiating off of the room, blinding me as I visually searched the room for something that could denote the origins of the beast I faced.

And eventually I found it, an arcane symbol that I couldn't recognize engraved into the headboard of the bed in a much thicker layer of energy.

Quickly I memorized the sigil, left the room, descended the stairs, and left through the back door and made my way back to the motel room.

chapter 3. chapter 5.

@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @mango-the-neon-vigilante @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-thing-of-worms @be-gentle-with-littluns-2

[my-own-walker]

On The Other Line - Part 2

here is pt 2 for this post.

warnings: angst and sadness, a boisterous argument, delco in general, also maybe...happiness?

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All I've ever wanted to feel was like I was wanted. In fact, it was all I needed. To feel like someone needed me in their life.

After Colin and I went on those few dates, he didn't contact me at all. I made no effort either. I felt weird, like he wasn't really that into me, and I guessed I was right.

Days of radio silence went by, making me feel crazy. I replayed everything in my head and saw no reason why he'd ghost me, besides him being a nauseating asshole.

I wracked my brain alone in my apartment, pacing back and forth. It was late. Around 12:30 am. I couldn't sleep at all. I had work the next day and desperately needed sleep. Nothing was helping. It got to the point that no waking moment of mine was not plagued by thoughts of him, so I decided to do something about it.

I mustered the courage to call him. I was perched on the edge of my bed, phone to my ear, biting my thumb nail in anticipation. The line rang a few times before he picked up.

'Uh, Y/N?' he answered, sounding flustered.

'Zabel, can I talk to you?' I replied, trying to sound as unbothered as possible.

'Yeah, sorry, one sec. Let me just hang up with the person I have on the other line,' he said.

The other line? Why did he not hang up with them before picking up my call? I thought. Moments of silence went by, accompanied by rustling that I presumed was Colin trying to figure out how to hang up the other call, then a voice.

'Colin?' a female voice asked. I froze. My stomach dropped. 'Did you get off your call with your lil' girlfriend from the other day? Are you still trying to make me jealous?'

'Fu- Mare! Uh, just- one second, please!' Colin stammered.

Mare. The woman from the park the other day. He must have merged our calls instead of hanging up with her. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes. My chest balled up tightly into a knot. I didn't dare say a word. Instead, I removed the phone from my ear, stunned.

'Y/N? Y/N?' Colin called out from the phone in my lap. Numbly I pressed the red button in the middle of my phone's screen, hanging up on him. I let my phone slip out of my hands and clatter onto the floor. It buzzed almost immediately. A text from Colin.

One text soon became twelve, then twenty. He tried to call me again. I watched the activity unfold on my phone on the floor from the safety of my bed. Maybe if I don't move this isn't real. I thought. I let this guy fuck me, and it was all for revenge.

I was so embarrassed, so humiliated, and so hurt by it all. After a few minutes of feeling immense pain in my chest and letting tears sting my eyes, I finally caved and grabbed my phone.

'Y/N, please, I can explain.'

'I'm going to call you, can you pick up?'

'I'm so sorry. I really fucked up.'

The messages felt so insincere knowing the true intent behind his sudden interest in me. My insecurity got the best of me, though. I needed to see him one last time. I unlocked my phone and opened his messages. I needed to tell him what a bastard he was. I needed to make him see my pain.

'I'll be behind the library tomorrow at lunchtime if you'd like to talk.'

I sent it and threw my phone onto my dresser. I didn't check it for the rest of the night. It buzzed about 20 more times but I just laid on my back and stared at the wall until sleep's dark embrace captured me.

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The hours at work, until we met, were agonizingly long. My mind was racing through all of the things I wanted to say. I was so hurt by him, I just wanted to lose it.

At around noon I walked out of the back door of the library. I squinted at the bright light of the sun, stepping out into reality. It was time to tell him how I felt.

He was already there. Early, as always. He wore this look on his face. Remorse, or something. It disgusted me.

'Y/N,' he breathed, putting his hands in his coat pockets.

It was bitterly cold outside. It was the kind of wind that stung your face when it blew. You could see our breath as we spoke.

'Fuck you, Colin,' I declared, rounding on him. 'What am I? A fucking pawn to you? This shit only fucking happens in movies, yet I'm living it. You astound me.' I threw my hands in the air in exasperation.

'Okay, I deserved that,' he muttered.

'What kind of low-life uses a person like this? You seriously make me sick. I can't believe I actually started falling for you,' I shouted.

His expression went from one of sadness to one of shock.

'You what?' he said, bewildered.

'Oh fucking stop with that,' I spat, 'I know you don't feel the same.'

'Please, Y/N, will you let me speak?' he pleaded. I raised my hands up, palms facing him, giving him the floor. 'I'll admit it. I went out with you to make Mare jealous. The night we met, at the bar, I had just been on a date with her. But Y/N, she really hurt me that night. It was a horrible time. She was so...horrible to me, I don't know. I wanted to hurt her.'

I scoffed. 'Oh great, so it's true, you fucking asshole.'

'No but- Y/N, here's the thing. When I met you, you lit up my life. For a brief moment, I could see a whole, beautiful future with you,' he professed. 'Yes, my intentions weren't pure, but I really, really like you. You are so amazing. Unique, funny, pretty. Your light is bright. You amaze me. And maybe I'm scared of that. Maybe I backed away, used the thing with Mare as a barrier between us so I wouldn't fall in love. But I sure as hell feel like I am, and I'm sorry, but I'm scared.'

My angry expression softened. I unclenched my fists and set my jaw, holding back tears.

'I'm so sorry. I am. I'm so not worthy of you,' he added.

A fat tear rolled down my cheek and I lurched toward him, wrapping him in a rib-cracking-strength hug.

He relaxed into my touch, sighing loudly. 'Y/N, you're so lovely.'

'Just shut up and kiss me, Zabel,' I breathed and planted my lips firmly on his.

And so he did. We embraced behind the library for what felt like hours. My head nestled firmly on his chest, reveling in the warmth it provided. He kissed me on the top of my head.

'I mean it, Y/N. I really think you're my forever. So let's give this a try. Please?'

I nodded, fully believing that he may be my forever, too.

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This ask was so fun to write! And guess what? Epilogue coming soon. Possibly even tonight...

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #376

I am feeling 98% back to normal, and it is good. My nose is still overproducing mucus a little, but there's no coughing unless I laugh a little too much.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go to work so I can get my schedule! I had a little app on my old phone that was supposed to tell me my schedule. I have it on my new phone, but it needs credentials that I don't know offhand, so I gotta go get 'em. I'm looking forward to seeing whomever is there; I've missed them quite a bit.

...I can't shake the feeling like something bad has happened, though. Like I'm gonna go into work and everyone is gonna hate me. I'm not sure why I have this feeling. It's probably just my anxious brain being not very nice to me, as per usual.

Either way, I guess I find out tomorrow.

I had planned on working on the music box, but instead I got too absorbed in leisure writing. I'm not too sad about this, but it does tell me that my brain must be dreading working on the music box for some reason. I guess... I think it's just that I'm afraid that the ending won't turn out well, or that... maybe folks won't like it regardless of how it turns out.

I'm not sure why that matters to me. Hm.

J came home for his break today, and that was really nice. We sat next to each other on the couch for a while and watched M play Hades, and that was very delightful. M is playing Hades in the more typical fashion, because he's not masochistic enough to subject himself to crazy and wildly impractical challenges for no logical reason like I do, and that is a good thing.

After that, J and I went to Eggcellent for bubble tea, because it has been a little bit since last we were there. They have a few new things now:

On the left, we have a green grape lemon tea. In the middle is a panna cotta. And on the right is a coconut water jasmine green tea, with barley bits and matcha foam. And all of it was absolutely delightful!

...I wonder what things you might like best from this shop; I'm sure there's at least one thing you might be able to enjoy. I wish I could bring you so that you can find out...

M, J, and I played more Betrayal Legacy today. I was a little sad that I ended up being the Traitor again (I was the Traitor last time, and I got my butt handed to me). This time, though, I was able to summon a horde of cultists. I won, not because of the cultists, but because the Heroes killed the wrong Inhabitant.

...The rules are convoluted. You'd have to pop by and play with us to understand.

I guess for all intents and purposes, I did mostly relax today. And that's probably good. I did feel somewhat guilty about not being productive, but I tried hard to remind myself that fallow time is good and necessary. There's a part of me that wants to work on the music box after I'm finished writing this letter, but... a larger part of me wants to go to bed (relatively) on time (as compared to my usual two or three hours later than I should).

...The goal is to be sleeping at 11:00pm. That... hasn't happened in a very long time. It is 12:35am right now. Lately I've been going to sleep between 1:00am and 3:00am, only to wake up at around 8:00am. It's... definitely not ideal.

...Today's letter is short, but... I think I'm gonna try to go to bed not quite as late as I have been lately. Wish me luck, yeah? Especially since I still gotta get ready and all that...

I love you a whole lot, even on days when I feel fallow and empty-headed. So please do your best to stay safe out there in the world. You can count on me to write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[maia-and-ria]

Maia Hasegawa Home Screen Lines

Credit to @/danieyells for the template

*I added a new type of voice line of my own at the end

** so many of these lines refer to Ria's voice lines and ofc a lot of these are a bit unhinged 😭

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Well aren't you a busy bee. Go on, don't let me hold you back."

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"If you don't take them, the institute will."

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Move, will you? My hands are full I don't wanna spill my coffee on you."

"... Shit I forgot the file in my room."

"I'm bored. Hey MC, wanna crash at Ria's bar?"

"I gotta go to another class, but I can walk you to yours if you want."

"Don't mind them. They're staring at me, not you. Why...? Who knows. They're not brave enough to confront me."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Rise and shine and whatever corny stuff that comes after."

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Let's go to HTH. Sho owes me a meal for beating him in the Pit last time."

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Seriously?! These dumbasses can't just be reckless as they please and expect me to bail them out every time."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"The Pit is still loud, I'll walk you to the cathedral. Who knows what Alan might say if I keep you in here with me."

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Who the fuck do you think you are to call me at this hour? Do you even know what work-life balance is?!"

((She's... clearly not a morning person sometimes...))

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"The garage can really benefit from a good coffee machine. I'm sick of lining for a coffee every time I'm going out to work."

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"...Is that your ringtone, MC? What— (sigh) damn it. Ria's changed it without me knowing."

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm going to the casino, wanna come along? We're gambling this time, not drinking at Ria's."

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Have you seen Professor Nicholas? I need him for something."

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"My 5th cup of coffee... my heart feels like exploding."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Don’t talk to me. I didn't slept a wink last night."

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Did you say you lost your key? I can help you kick the door open if you want — I'm kidding. Here's your key, you dropped it earlier.

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Where have I been? Jail. I have to get these pups to Alan. He's the one who decides their punishment."

((Pups = Vagastrom general students))

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"What brings you here, MC? ... That mutt did? You know what, come with me, we're leaving the institute. I'm seriously disappointed that you would do what he asks."

((Mutt = Leo))

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Can't sleep? I can give you my last cigarette. Just don't tell Ria."

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You’re curious about my left arm? We have to find some privacy if you really want to know."

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"... They denied my request again. The least they can do is fix that old house."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Same appearance... same description... just like what Ria told me. Heh– guess who's going to get behind bars soon."

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I need to change the oil... Fuck it. I'll order a general student to do it tomorrow."

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"What the fuck are these notifications... Are these thirst comme— KUROSAGI I'LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES YOU FUCKING MUTT!"

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Be nice to Sho. Not all of us are strong enough to have that perv for a brother. Personally I'd slit my throat the second he welcome me into the world."

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm off to work. No goodbye kiss for your husband? Hahaha, I'm kidding. I was just copying the other cops."

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Can you like... not sneak up on me? I don't want to accidentally judo-flip you to your God."

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Hm? Blood...? Oh! Hahaha, it's not mine. Some criminal tried to avoid interrogation so I went for a little hunting game."

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"I don't know how you feel about a dirty cop like me, but should you ever need help when I'm not around, simply mention my name in front of those slackers. It'll strike fear in them knowing that you're with me."

((Slackers refer to cops below her rank))

Spring: (March-May)

(between 5am and 11am)

"Mm? (yawn) Get out. I'm not in the mood."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"These flowers? They're for Ria. It's her favorite that only blooms this season, and I just happened to pass by the shop. I got you some too, honor student. Hope you're not allergic."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I need to train the rookies tomorrow. Can't have them slacking off."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"My hair and cherry blossoms...? Yeah, pretty similar. It must be an insult to them to share a trait with me."

Summer: (June-August)

(between 5am and 11am)

"Don’t get too close. I just finished training and I'm way too sweaty."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Can I borrow your hair tie, honor student? ...You want to help me tie it? That would be nice, thank you."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Great. Fucking great. Why can't people just enjoy their vacation and not do crime? Whoever says it's to create memories will be sentenced to death by my own hands."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Shorter nights doesn't always mean lesser workload, huh... Fuuuuck."

Autumn: (September-November)

(between 5am and 11am)

"Spooky season huh... I'll dress up as a good cop this year. That'll scare the rookies."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Have you ever gone bird hunting? You know, shooting real birds as they fly. No? Pack your things. We're going."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Do you need my jacket? The air is getting chilly lately."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I bought you a drink. Make sure to drink while it's hot, alright?"

Winter: (December-February)

(between 5am and 11am)

"I wish they would stop saying that phrase from Game of Thrones. My mind would instantly picture Kamurai with his ice sword and I don't know what to feel about that."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"My hair feels so dry – the product Ria recommended is useless."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"(Sneeze) ...Fuck. So sorry for that, MC."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Winter is the perfect season for homicide— statistically speaking."

Her birthday: (July 29th)

"Fine, fine. I'll celebrate my birthday. Why do you seem so happy doing this? More happy than the birthday girl herself."

Your birthday:

"I've emptied today's schedule to celebrate your special day. Keep in mind that I let criminals loose for another day just for you. Unless you want to celebrate by hunting them down with me, of course."

New Years: (January 1st)

"Let's hope for a much, much lower crime rate this year."

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"...What do I do after receiving the chocolate? I've never had anyone giving me anything during Valentine. Do we like... kiss? On the cheek, maybe?"

White Day: (March 13th)

"Pink and yellow lilies. I hope they can cheer you up through tough times— and I hope they stand as a reminder that I'm on your beck and call whenever you need me."

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Honor student, you have the right to remain silent— Pfft, you become so pale just from that? Wait... did you actually do something...?"

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Trick or treat! The trick is handcuffing you to me all day. Unless you're one of those people who see it as a treat..."

Christmas: (December 25th)

"I usually take most of the work during Christmas. I've decided to be a little selfish this year."

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"I'm out. I have calls to make."

(13 affinity and above)

"A penny for your thought, or a bullet for your problem? I was joking. But that got me your attention."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"(Sigh) Another lost pup...? Don't waste my ti— Oh, it's you."

About others (opinion on other ghouls. asked by MC)

About Ria:

"If she fell into the depth of Tartarus, I'm falling down with her. It's nothing romantic, it's just that no creature would be sane enough to befriend her."

About Alan:

"His biggest mistake is letting that Kurosagi run things around as vice-captain. I guess as long as he keep that mutt in check, I can't really interfere much."

About Leo:

"I will bail any Vagastrom students out of jail without charge except for him. Hell– I would even put him behind bars myself. What, like it's hard? I can send you his police record on WickChat if you want."

About Sho:

"He's tolerable. I would have better opinion about him if only he's not Kurosagi's devoted follower. No offense. I like his cooking, though. And he can take a punch in the Pit."

[br1ghtestlight]

random thought but i love eugene mirman's gene sounds ESPECIALLY when gene is sleeping. they're so good & cute

louise tina bob and linda looking @ gene literally exactly like this when he forgets how his song goes at breakfast LMAOO

love that tina and louise seem to actually pay attention to what songs gene is writing and what they're about despite the fact that there are SO MANY. supportive family <3

gene's dream.... bro that was god speaking to you. like for real wtf

also im only a minute in and there are SO MANY good screenshots already he's such a cutie i love him so much!!!! <3 gene episodes my beloved

"Now I'm going to change into last night's pajamas, AKA my only pajamas, and brush my teeth with Tina's toothbrush because that's what I accidentally did last night."

"Wait, what?"

gene and tina are so silly?? 😭

me and gene share many similarities including waking up in the middle of the night every two hours for no fucking reason. like THATS relatable

MR AMBROSE APPEARANCE LETS FUCKING GOOO‼️‼️ why does his voice sound slightly sped up is he okay. does he have a new voice actor?? he sounds slightly off not like in a bad way its just strange

THERE WAS A NEW VOICE ACTOR BCUZ BILLY EICHNER WASNT CREDITED maybe bcuz its such a small appearance but thats very weird. i feel like mickey fans in season 12 episode 6 when loren did that horrible mickey impression 😭😭 also whoever did his voice in this episode wasnt credited so it was somebody from the main cast doing an impression of him. will try to figure out who. sorry episode review cancelled i need to figure out who the hell voiced mr ambrose in this episode

based on the fact that u cant obviously tell who it is i dont think its eugene mirman and probably not h jon benjiman?? dan mintz can only do one voice so its not him either. probably either john roberts larry murphy or a random crew member who they didnt bother to credit

(most likely billy eischner just wasn't avaliable to voice mr ambrose due to his movie career etc so i dont blame them but it was noticeable enough to ME that i needed to figure it out. not even a bad impression honestly the average fan wouldnt notice)

"What do you lucid dream about?"

"I do revenge stuff on people who were mean to me in high school, some fantasy and science fiction, some adult stuff I can't tell you about."

this is literally the gayest thing mr ambrose has ever said omg FHFMDDJKSKS i cant believe this drama club ass nerd was bullied in high school who could have guessed. not me thats for sure

(now somebody has to write a fanfic about mr ambrose having Adult Stuff dreams about mr frond. i want this on my desk by 3pm tomorrow)

love mr ambrose and his gay ass curly hair..... mr ambrose my beloved <33 kisses u

i dont have anything to say im just strangely invested in gene's lucid dreaming plot at this point. Love all his silly little dreams and its incredible he never seems to have any nightmares or anything!!

this is reminding me of the movie where gene had a dream and he was scared that he wasn't good at music and that people weren't going to like his performance and the aliens came down to told him to stop 😭😭💔 his insecurity that he might not be that good a musician literally makes me cry. he's so sweet and kindhearted my babyy boy

CAN I SKIP SCHOOL AND GO BACK TO SLEEP LMAO

"Even successful musicians went to sixth grade, Gene."

"That's a MYTH!!"

weirdly mr ambrose started sounding completely normal at some point like did his voice actor come back and just wasn't credited?? or whoever did this impression was REALLY good jfc

mr ambrose HATES these fuckign kids bro

HES SO UNHINGED LMAO 😭😭

NOT THE STARING AGAIN. why are they literally just this image every single time gene plays music in this episode im gonna cry

love this specific frame of gene running his hand through his hair

awww bob is such a good dad

sidenote but this subplot with tina and louise is so stupid it actually made me laugh LMAO the fucking girl cricket. thr female cricket. like what if he's gay huh what then

"or if she's not his type she also makes a great best friend. she's a good listener" THANK YOU louise for acknowledging the cricket might be gay. she's an ally 🙏

AWW GENE WRITING HIS SONG <3 eugene mirman isnt a Good singer (not hating he literally says that all the time. they have to record each line seperately bcuz he cant sing on key) so its hard to tell when they're trying to make gene's songs seem good or not but this is really sweet. u can tell he just loves music so much

why is gene's song kinda making me emotional..... like this show is usually 50/50 on if it actually wants to take gene's songwriting ability seriously but in this episode its so clear how much he LOVES music and songwriting and how talented he is at it. he has trouble with focus and commitment sometimes but thats never an issue when it comes to his music and he'd happily spend an entire afternoon writing a song from start to finish (even skipping out on dinner) because he was so hyperfocused. love how much respect they give gene in this episode tbh

deeply appreciate the "larry murphy as teddy" credit despite teddy not having one single line in this entire episode. Literally just a legacy credit at this point

I LOVED THIS EPISODE 😭😭💕 i dont think it'll be as widely popular as some other episodes this season but as a gene fan and an artist this episode really resonated with me. the ending sequence was actually really beautiful (gives me the same vibes as "your heart's not broken its only growing" tbh) and i loved gene's song and all the different costumes they put him in for his dreams!! tina and louise's subplot was really cute too. very enjoyable episode if you're a gene fan or just a casual viewer who wishes he got more focus. he's SO SWEET and so passionate <3