#but taking screens will def start tonight/tomorrow

[enniewritesathing]

[teaser]

he's ready to say "I told you so"

[quirklessidiot]

Title: voicemail [one-shot] Pairing: gn!reader x kuroo tetsuro (age up characters) Genre: angst with a fluffy ending

Synopsis: You say good morning, when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed I wake up to your sunset and it's driving me mad I miss you so bad. [this request kuroo + angst + ldr]

Warnings: some bad language but other than that none Notes: heavily inspired by simple plan’s jet lag ngh, hope you enjoy it anon. i def had fun writing this. Kuroo was my first love in haikyuu HAHHSHSS T-T

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“Hey this is kuroo tetsurou, i’m currently busy right now, just leave a message after the beep.”

“Hey it’s me…”  you paused,  “How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Uh- Kenma visited me yesterday, he told me that you secured a new deal. I-I just wanted to congratulate you...and-well, i miss you. Call me when you’re not busy, alright? I-I love you.”

The apartment turns silent after you end the call, your head throbbing at the thought of your third unanswered voicemail. Were you being overbearing? Would he find you annoying? You shut your eyes tight, all this overthinking at this time of the day.

Maybe it would’ve been better to just pass the message on to Kenma.

You let out a loud groan as you dropped yourself on the bed.

Man, when people told you that long distance relationships would be hard, you laughed it off, saying that you and tetsu wouldn’t feel that way. You were both open and too much in love, trivial things like time zones and miles away wouldn’t break you two apart.

Yet right now, you weren’t so confident to say that out loud. It was easier at first, following a scheduled facetime at least twice a week at most and a short call when you both had time everyday. As months pass though, the little schedule you promised to keep up was dwindling.

When he called, you were busy or you were dead tired from work. When you called, he was either asleep too or busy scouting some people on volleyball leagues. The face times would just turn to very short conversations or a curt message.

Now this happened, its been a week since you haven’t heard from him and it was Kenma who had told you about his little victory at work.

What happened to weekly updates?

Were you just overthinking?

You furrowed your brows together as you turned to the abandoned cellular phone next to you, maybe this was nothing. Maybe he was just tired or maybe he was worried he’d disturb your sleeping time (he feels awfully bad when he does that), maybe he just told Kenma to tell you since he wasn’t good at figuring out the timezone things (after all, Kenma barely slept so he’d definitely be a good messenger)

Yeah, maybe that was the case.

Things returned to normal after that one week of no replies and it bothered you even more, why couldn’t he apologize? Did he not see the voicemails you sent? Did he not notice the nervousness in your tone when you sent that last message?

You feel your stomach clench as if you’re on a high up roller coaster about to go down.

God, why were you even overthinking? You sound like one of those girls that Kuroo and you would make fun of back then in high school.

A small ding resonates in the quiet apartment and you see a text from the man himself,

From: Tetsu Time: 09:00 pm Can’t facetime tonight :( Work has me by the neck.

To: Tetsu Time: 09:01 It’s fine :D Take care of yourself and just text me when you’re done. I love you.

You shut your phone off and ran your hands through your dry hair, moments later, you realize he doesn’t reply and the feeling of uneasiness does not waver.

It just worsens.

“Y/N, you alright there?” Kenma asks, it’s sunny today and you manage to drag Kenma out of his not-so little hideout. The man needed some sun, he was getting extra pale these days but these days, it seemed like it was actually you that needed this break.

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the low voice of your friend, “Yeah,” You laugh, scratching your neck, “Just peachy.”

Kenma Kozume was many things, observant is one of them. It was easy to notice how distressed you looked yet he didn’t know exactly why. Was it work? Did you and Kuroo fought? Weird, his friend hadn’t said anything and he seemed pretty happy when he called to check up on him this morning at three am.

“Is something going on at work, Y/N?” 

“Yeah,” you try to mask your overthinking by something else, knowing Kenma he’d voice out your worries to Kuroo and right now that was the least thing you wanted, “Something at work.”

“Don’t overthink about it Y/N. I’m sure you’re doing a great job.”

‘Yeah.’ you thought bitterly, ‘Don’t overthink about it.’

The low sound of your laptop ringing resonates throughout the room as you do your own nails, you immediately shoot-up to see Kuroo’s name on the screen, you dive on the front of your laptop and click answer, his face immediately occupying the screen, “Kitten!” he exclaims.

Your worries are gone as soon as you hear that voice, yes, this was fine. He was alright. You were both alright.

“H-hey, baby.” You try to control your voice.

“You alright there?” his brows furrowed, “Am I disturbing your sleep again-”

“No!” You suddenly cry out, “N-No, it’s just...I haven’t seen you in so long, I guess.”

Kuroo’s gaze immediately softens, “Oh, Y/N...Baby, I’m so sorry…”

God, you wanted to touch him so bad. You want to lay next to him and wake up to his face like before, you wanted to be selfish right now and just cry and beg him to come home.

“No, It’s fine.” You suck it up, “It’s probably just the late night dramas I’ve been watching that’s got me missing you.”

His deep chuckle resonates in your quiet room and you start to feel alright until you hear someone call his name, “Oh shit.” He cursed, “I have to get back, Baby. Boss wants me, again.”

Your expression shifts to an uncharacteristic frown, “Right, bye. I-I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The screen turns black once again and the bile on your throat begins to rise, the feeling of dread turning worse.

Who were you kidding, long distance relationships were shit.

You were feeling like shit.

You stare at the fish fillet in front of you, it's midday and your day off from work. If it were your usual day, you’d facetime your boyfriend while doing some paperwork but after that brief videocall. You became more withdrawn, your texts would become curt and you didn’t bother leaving messages on his voicemail anymore.

You didn’t have facetimes anymore too.

Yet you keep your phone next to you, hoping he’d still call and when he does, your can’t help it but your replies are starting to get dry. Sometimes forced even yet Kuroo doesn’t notice, he never does.

So when he finally calls again that time at lunch and is once again cut off by his workmates, you finally snap, “...Why are we still doing this?” your voice was rough and dry.

Kuroo is silent on the other line, the only thing that could be heard was his office mate calling him.

“Kitten, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

“Forget it.Just go.”

“Y/N?” His tone was serious now, all playfulness void, “I thought we were doing fine-”

“Thought.” You shakily cut him off, “You thought.”

“Y/N, you seriously -   look-   I don’t have time for this.”

That was the final straw, your tipping point. Those words were your Achilles heel.

“Then we should just break up, right?” 

The only thing that could be heard was the silence on his side and your fast heartbeat. Guess you got your answer and as much as you hated it, you could only handle so much.

“Hey this is Y/N, I’m out now and kinda busy so just leave a message after a beep, yeah?”

“It’s me.” Kuroo’s voice echoes through the walls, “Y/N baby, please pick up the phone. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it that way. I was an ass. I should’ve kept our promise. Please call me when you get this”

A loud beep echoes throughout the room after his message is cut.

“It’s me again. I miss you and I’m sorry. I really am, I miss you so bad. Can we facetime? Same time as usual, I promise I won’t let work get in the way again. Please call me back when you receive this.”

A loud beep once again echoes through the quiet walls of your room.

“Y-Y/N.” Kuroo stammers,  “sweetheart, I-I asked Kenma to check on you. He brought a meal and well I know its a far fix from what I did but just eat well, yeah? He says you haven’t been looking well and I worry. I love you always, y-you know that right?”

Before the next message could play, you grab your phone and shut it off. A soft sigh escaping your lips. It had been two weeks since that breakup. You wouldn’t say you were doing well yet you wouldn’t say that the burden was lifted either.

You were just so confused at the moment, so withdrawn. The world seemingly void of color without your lover truly next to you anymore.

You slowly snuggle on his side of the bed, shutting your eyes. You might as well start moving your things when you wake up tomorrow, no sense in staying at your shared apartment.

You’re awoken by a familiar warmth caressing your hair. You flutter your eyes open, trying to adjust your vision to the room's dim light, the familiar figure of the man you missed and dearly loved sitting across you in a suit. His bags are thick as if he hadn’t slept in a while and his hair’s unkempt more than usual.

“I’m sorry.” the first thing he says.It's soft and warm like his touches, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Y-You..” It slowly dawns upon you that this isn’t a dream, that he’s right here, “You’re here.”

“Sorry it took so long, Y/N.” He apologies once again, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You sit up and suddenly all the tears burst out as you throw yourself to him in a hug, “I was too busy getting my work done so I could be assigned in this division earlier I hadn’t-”

“You’re home.” You cry, cutting off his explanation, it didn’t matter anymore. He was home and he was going to stay, “You’re finally home.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, “I’m here. I’m home.”

[tetsuhours]

Watching TLC shows with the haikyuu boys

pairing: gn!reader x timeskip!tsukishima

warnings: established relationship, tlc show (extreme cheapskates) ? pls tell me if i missed anything ><

a/n: i indulge myself in tlc shows an unhealthy amount so now here is a headcanon on what i think it'd be like to watch them with the dearest hq boys! (i'll make this into a mini series so pls have tsukki for now. will def be adding more soon!!)

show: extreme cheapskates

Today was an off day from uni and you finally had a whole day to yourself and your s/o, tsukishima.

Walking up to him on the sofa still half asleep, you positioned yourself conveniently on his lap, the sound of the tv buzzing as it turns on.

You scroll through the channels, looking for your new found interest, TLC! It was playing your favourite show: extreme cheapskates.

Tsukishima shifts his position, hands lightly readjusting your head to lay comfortably on his lap. He reverts his attention back to what he was doing on his phone. "Kei, come watch with" you say lazily, eyes still glued to the screen "m'good" he replies, glancing over to the tv seeming uninterested in what was happening. You look back at him with a small pout and your pleading eyes. He sighs in return, mumbling a "you got me" before placing a tiny peck on the tip of your nose, switching his phone off on the nearby coffee table.

He grabbed his phone after a couple of minutes, taking small peeks at the tv.

Eventually, he put it to rest and decided to just give the show his full attention, hands now placed carefully on your head, gently playing with your locks. He'd ask some questions and express his opinions making fun of the people from time to time, exchanges that never failed to make you snort at whatever he had to say.

The both of you had grown quite comfortable in the position you were in, time slowly running unnoticed. It was now 7:30 P.M., exactly 6 hours since you started watching. "Tsukki m'tired let's get something to eat..." he doesn't hear you the first time, making you shift awkwardly to check if he was listening. "Are you hungry? Wanna get something to eat?" you repeat. He was about to open his mouth to respond, but a sudden grumble near your ear answered your question right away. His cheeks are quick to flush with a bright shade of pink, reverting his gaze back to the tv still playing extreme cheapskates. You giggle at how flustered he got and sat yourself up. "We're eating takeout tonight, do you also want to order ice cream for the marathon?"

"There are more..?" He asks, finally looking back at you. "Yeah there are shorter snippets on their youtube channel" His eyes made the tiniest sparkle at your response, a sight you so desperately resisted to snap a quick photo of.

Tsukishima picks up his phone, searching for TLC's channel and without any thoughts spared, clicked on their subscribe button. You honestly weren't expecting to get him so invested in this show.

bonus! ♥︎

on fridays he has an alarm labeled: remind y/n about EC tomorrow!

yes, saturdays are now fully dedicated to quality time with eachother and lots of extreme cheapskates episodes >:(

he introduced yamaguchi to it and also got his bffie absolutely HOOKED

but no, aside from yamaguchi nobody else knows. he keeps it a big fat secret.

he tried experimenting with other shows and now he's also into watching: extreme couponing, and gypsy brides US (but he hasn't told you about this one yet. though you've seen him watching it before he goes to bed...)

a non-TLC show he has stumbled upon and wants to propose for addition to the saturday binging with you is: catfish!

oh god what did you do to him, this man @/tsukishima kei needs help

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Cosmos | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

WC: 3484

A/N: This was titled in my WIP doc as “ANGRY SPENCER”. Also, I def almost cried writing this, I’m so sorry.

GALAXY MASTERLIST

Warnings: ANGST, hospitals, death, mentions of war, Sad Spencer, mentions of therapy, SPOILERS FOR Season 8 (The Lesson and Zugzwang)

Incessant knocking on your front door was enough to drag you away from the cringe-worthy reality TV on your screen and to your front hallway.

“I thought you had a date tonight,” you returned to your couch quickly when opening your door revealed your best friend. He stood awkwardly in the entryway, clutching a book in his hands while you sprawled on your couch.

“I cancelled.”

Normally you would have made a joke, a light jest, but clearly something was bothering Spencer.

“I thought Blake mom-talked you into it? Why’d you cancel?” you pulled your limbs in and patted the cushion next to you. He sat down and you noticed the way he practically melted into the piece of furniture.

“I thought her stalker was there so I called her and told her to go home.”

“Did you get a good look at him? I’ll call Garcia and we can watch traffic cams-” you started reaching for your phone, but Spencer grabbed your hand.

“It wasn’t him. I was just paranoid, and she probably is now, too. I’m never going to meet her.”

“Spencer,” your heart broke for your friend. You had only known he had been talking to Maeve for a few days, despite their relationship spanning months. You understood his reasoning for keeping it a secret, but now that you knew you were just happy that he was happy, “you’ll get another chance. There will be another date.”

He stood up and started pacing across your small living space, “you don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand half of what goes on in your head, but I do know you love her and that you’ll figure it out. You always do.”

“How do you know?” you didn’t really appreciate the sass from him, but you were too exhausted from the case you had just gotten back from to say anything about it.

“The same way I know almost anything else, I feel it. Intuition or instincts or whatever. What’s that thing you always tell me? Our instincts exist for a reason?”

He nodded, “I told Maeve the same thing before we left for the case, she said she knew deep down that her stalker was gone.”

“Spencer,” he stopped pacing and looked over at you, “your instincts exist for a reason too.”

“They were wrong. I was wrong,” he fumed. You stood up and padded to the kitchen, leaving him to his own devices for a minute.

“Is that from her?” you acknowledged the book in his hands when you came back and handed him a cup of tea. He seemed to have calmed down, although sometimes with Spencer it was hard to tell.

“Yeah, she wrote a quote inside it too,” he smiled sadly.

“Spencer Reid, if you do not call this girl and reschedule your date I will do it for you,” you told him, sipping at your own drink. The look of terror in his eyes as he glanced up at you was enough to make you laugh, which in turn made him laugh.

“Alright, I’ll do it, I promise.”

“Good. You deserve good things, Spence.”  

You kept repeating that phrase to yourself when you pulled up to the loft and watched your best friend walk inside without his vest or gun a few weeks later.

He deserves good things, he deserves good things, he deserves good things

A gunshot was fired and on Hotch’s command you went into the building, immediately noticing the way Spencer was clutching at his arm as he told you to stay back.

He deserves good things, he deserves good things, he deserves good things

As soon as the second shot was fired you were by Spencer’s side, collapsing on the floor and pulling him into your lap. Your heart was pounding, a combination of adrenaline and shock at the events that had just happened. You were acutely aware of the sobs coming from the man in your arms, as well as the blood from his arm seeping onto your shirt but you didn’t care. In all of your years of knowing Spencer Reid, you had never seen him this broken. Even when Emily had faked her death it was a different kind of hurt, one you both shared and could heal from together, but this… this was something new entirely.

You didn’t move when the rest of the team started working with SWAT and the crime scene unit to clean up the scene. You didn’t move when Diane’s body was taken away. You didn’t move when Hotch crouched next to you.

“We need to take care of her body,” you nodded, holding Spencer a little tighter. You wanted to ask the doctor how he wanted to proceed, but there was no evidence that his brain was functioning any higher than a pile of mush so you had to make the decision for him. He didn’t make a fuss when they moved Maeve’s body, so you knew that you had made the right choice.

The team didn’t bother you again until they were ready to leave, Alex and JJ approaching the two of you slowly. They didn’t have to speak, you knew what they were going to tell you.

Spencer’s heaving breaths had since slowed, but you could see the shine from the tears still running down his cheeks.

“Spencer,” you tried gently, “let’s go home.”

He gripped your arm tightly as you stood, still pressing himself into you much more than either of you usually preferred. You walked downstairs and were immediately directed to an ambulance that was still waiting. You sat on the back bumper as they treated his arm, not loosening your hold on the man.

The EMT went over to talk to Hotch after they were done bandaging Spencer’s arm, who in turn went to talk to JJ. JJ came to sit on your other side, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder.

“They want him to go to the hospital, don’t they?” you asked, already knowing what she was going to say.

“He needs fluids and an X-Ray, at least.”

“What do you think, Spencer?” you turned to your friend, feeling a little piece of your heart break off when you again saw how much he was hurting emotionally.

“Will you drive me?” his voice was small and feeble.

“Of course I will.”

Hotch let you take one of the SUVs. You flipped on the lights, but drove as carefully as you could towards the hospital. Spencer was silent the whole drive. You parked somewhere close to the emergency room entrance, but out of the way enough that the car would still be there when you were ready to leave.

You walked Spencer in, telling the reception nurse who you were and what had happened. They had been notified that you were coming and already had a private room ready.

Spencer tried to put up a fight when they took him to get an x-ray, though in his broken state it was just a desperate glance thrown in your direction.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him in reassurance as they wheeled him out of the room. While you waited you took the time to call Penelope, who was (as you predicted) extremely worried.

“Physically he’s fine, I should be able to bring him home tonight. Mentally though…” you trailed off.

“Keep our boy safe, ok?” she asked.

“I’m doing my best,” you sighed, giving her a quick goodbye and hanging up when Spencer was brought back into the room. You talked with his doctor who confirmed that you were able to bring him home, so you collected his belongings and slowly walked back to the SUV.

He was quiet when you drove to his apartment, and the silence continued when you walked up the stairs and into his dark home. At this point, you had done all you knew how to do and were waiting for any kind of indication from Spencer about how he wanted you to proceed.

“You should go home and get cleaned up,” he spoke for the first time since agreeing to go to the hospital.

“It’s just your blood, Spence. I’m fine.”

“I would really like to be left alone right now, would you please just go home?” he snapped.

“Ok,” you took a step back, holding your hands up in surrender, “I’ll go home, but I’m coming back tomorrow morning to check on you, ok?” Spencer wouldn’t look at you, even after a whole minute of silence, so you stepped out of his apartment. You hesitated at the top of the stairs, wondering if you had made the right move, and then you heard the click of the lock behind you.

You did as Spencer asked, you went home and showered your best friend’s blood off of you. It was the kind of horrific you never thought you’d experience. Curling up on your couch, you realized that what broke you most about the events of the night wasn’t watching two people get shot in the head in front of you, it was the way Spencer unraveled in your arms.

You fell asleep on the couch with all of the lights in your apartment still on.

True to your word, you showed up at Spencer’s apartment in the morning, getting breakfast for both of you on your way. You knocked on his door when you got there and waited, but he never answered. You knocked again, calling out “Spencer, it’s me,” but the door stayed shut. You tried the knob to find it still locked, so you pulled out your phone and called him.

“Hello. This is Spencer Reid. Please leave a message.”

“Spencer, it’s me. I brought food, just let me in so I know you’re ok,” you sighed, sitting down on the floor next to the door. You ate your breakfast, too hungry to wait for him. You had half a mind to try kicking down his door, but you decided waiting him out would be better. He knew you were there, he’d talk when he was ready.

“Hotchner,” your boss answered his phone when you called after four hours of silence in the hallway.

“Hey Hotch,” you realized you didn’t know what your goal was with this phone call.

“How’s Reid?”

“I don’t know. He made me go home last night and won’t let me back in. I’ve been outside his apartment all day.”

“He’ll be ok, he just needs time. Don’t forget to take care of yourself too.”

“I won’t, thanks Hotch,” you tossed your phone on the floor when the call ended. You couldn’t decide if you felt better after having the conversation with the older agent. He was right, Spencer needed time Another two hours passed before someone you recognized came up the steps, bearing a large basket.

“(y/n)?”

“Hey Penelope.”

“Have you been here all night? Where’s Reid?”

“He’s inside,” you nodded in the direction of the door dejectedly, “he kicked me out and hasn’t answered since I got back this morning.”

“Well,” she set down the basket she was holding by Spencer’s door, “I’m as worried about him as you are, but I can’t have two of you not taking care of yourselves. Come on,” she held a hand out to you.

“Where are we going?” you were hesitant to move.

“Rossi’s, to get you a real meal.”

“I can’t leave him here alone,” you argued.

“I’ll call Derek, he’ll understand,” as you stood, Penelope took out her phone. You located your own device, redialing Spencer’s number.

“Hello. This is Spencer Reid. Please leave a message.”

“Hey, Penelope’s making me go get some dinner. She, uh, she left a basket out here for you. I think Morgan’s going to come over, if you want to talk to him maybe. Call me if you need anything, ok?”

When you finished the call Penelope was looking at you with sad eyes. You held your hand out to her and let her walk you back down to the street and into her car.

Rossi wasn’t surprised to see you when he answered his door. Penelope must have called him while you were leaving the message for Spencer. As you stepped across his threshold, Penelope stayed on the steps.

“You’re not coming?”

“This is for you,” she said, giving you a hug and a sad smile before walking away. You closed the door and followed Rossi to the kitchen.

“What’s bothering you the most about what happened last night?” he got to work preparing dinner for you.

“I feel like I’ve lost him,” you told him as you leaned against the counter, “is it selfish to hurt more for him than for seeing two people die in front of me?”

“We’ve seen more than enough people die in front of us for one lifetime, kiddo, you and I especially. It’s different when it’s someone you love.”

“I just wish he would stop shutting me out. We’ve always been honest with each other. He knows I understand how he feels,” you growled.

“You do?” Rossi pressed carefully. Your hand instinctively went to the bracelet on your wrist.

“I had a…” you hesitated, “a friend, in my squadron. We were on a routine surveillance mission, something we had done a million times before. We got attacked out of nowhere… It should have been me, Rossi.”

“They weren’t just a friend, were they?”

“No,” you sighed, accepting the plate of food he slid in front of you and not making eye contact, “Spencer’s the only one that knows the whole story.”

“He’ll let you in when he’s ready. You need to make sure you’re ready to be there for him when he is.”

“You make it sound like that’s easy,” you told him with a tired smile, finally starting to eat.

Having dinner with Rossi cleared your head in a way that was helpful, though it wasn’t close to the kind of clarity you usually got from being with Spencer.

After a week of camping outside of Spencer’s apartment whenever you weren’t at work, he finally let you in.

“Thank God, I’m pretty sure Miss Cavanaugh was one trip outside from sicking her Pomeranian on me,” you said once he had closed the door. Spencer didn’t laugh at your joke. He looked like a mess, and his apartment reflected the state of his dishevelment.

You decided not to comment on his state of living, and instead let him control how he wanted you to help. You made yourself comfortable on his couch, waiting for his next move. He surprised you by curling up next to you and laying his head on your lap.

“Everyone’s been really worried about you,” you tried. He still didn’t say anything, “I’ve been really worried about you.”

“Why? You know what this is like.” he finally rasped, his voice so quiet it was barely a whisper.

“I do, that’s exactly why I’m worried.”

“When does it stop hurting?” he sounded so desperate, a very vulnerable form of the information-seeking Spencer you were familiar with.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but it doesn’t really. I still think about them, and it hurts sometimes. The other day I saw a moth that they would have really liked. It hurt out of nowhere and they’ve been gone for almost six years.”

“When does it get better?”

“That’s up to you, Spence. It’s different for everyone. It got better for me once I started going to therapy, but I had other things that I was getting treated for at the same time which I think helped the process along. I was doing a pretty terrible job managing it on my own, I know that much. It’s ok to take your time to figure out what works for you, there’s really no rush.”

The man in your lap sighed, and you wondered what he would be like once he got to the other side of this. You had no doubts that he would rejoin society and come back to work, but at what cost to his sanity?

You sat in silence for a while, eventually realizing Spencer was asleep. You figured this was the first time he was actually able to sleep in a week. You fell asleep yourself, until he jolted awake.

“I’m here,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on the couch and patting his head lightly until you were sure he was asleep again. You continued this pattern every few hours for the rest of the night. It was exhausting, but you didn’t really care how well you slept as long as you knew he was safe.

The last time you woke up, you could just barely see the streams of sunlight through his closed curtains and you realized you needed to be leaving his apartment if you were going to make it to work on time.

“Spencer,” you nudged him lightly.

“Hm?”

“It’s time for me to go to work. Will you be ok if I leave or do you want me to call Hotch?”

“No, you should go,” he sat up, blinking slowly.

“Do you want me to come back later?” Spencer shrugged.

“I’ll come back at the end of the day, but you don’t have to let me in if you don’t want to, ok? This is your healing process, I’m just here to help,” you waited for his nod of approval before you spoke again, grabbing your things and moving towards the door, “if you need anything please call me.”

You were only ten minutes late, but the team was already in the round table room.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, rushing into your vacant seat.

“Are you ok?” Hotch had noticed the dark circles under your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re wearing the same thing you wore yesterday,” JJ noted.

“I was with Spencer and didn’t have time to go home,” you started flipping through the file in front of you. The rest of the team was silent, until finally Morgan spoke.

“You talked to him?” You cast a glance at Rossi and realized that you were going to have to answer their questions before they would get back to the case.

“A little bit, I did most of the talking really. He’s getting better but he’s still in pretty rough shape. I’m honestly not sure he’s going to let me in again when I go back there this afternoon,” you trailed off, not sure what else to say.

There was a pregnant pause before Hotch finally directed everyone’s attention to the case you were consulting on.

“I shouldn’t have left this morning,” you told JJ while you were eating lunch, “I tell him all the time I’m not going to leave him, but I straight up walked out of his front door.”

“I’m sure he understands. I can stop by after work if you want to go home,” you were about to decline her offer, until you heard an eerily Spencer-like voice in your head telling you about the benefits of homeownership.

“That would be great, Jayje. Thanks.”

As you predicted, Spencer’s door was locked and JJ was in the hallway when you made it back to his apartment. You didn’t see Spencer again until he showed up a week later at the police precinct, draped in a cardigan, to help with the case you were working on.  

You were surprised to see him, but glad that he had finally made it out of his apartment and back into the world. You wouldn’t have solved the case without him, and it felt good to have him around at work again even though he still kind of looked like a mess.

He even took the jet back with you all, seeming more normal as he joked with JJ. When he asked for help cleaning up his apartment, you could start to see some life returning to him.

“You’re still here,” he noticed your position on his couch after Morgan, JJ, and Penelope had left.

“Last time I left you locked me out for a week, I’m not taking any chances,” you teased, thumbing through the book in your hands, “and you really need to stop apologizing. I get it, Spencer. It’s ok,” you spoke quickly before he could finish getting his hundredth apology out.

He laughed, not as strong as usual but it was a laugh nonetheless.

“Hey, now that we can get to your chessboard safely, do you want to play? I bet I can win this time,” you grinned.

“You’ve never even come close to winning. Every time we play I could win in three,” he deadpanned, settling on one side of the board and resetting the pieces.

“Well maybe today will be my lucky day.”

“(y/n), chess has nothing to do with luck, it’s all strategy. We’ve played enough that you should know that.”

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[artificialqueens]

Girl I Met On The Internet, 2/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: aaaa i’m so glad everyone liked the first chapter! i think this story will end up staying focused on gigi and crystal for the most part, but there is some (one sided) jankie in this chapter if you’re into that! also: just in case no one got the reference, the nickname crystal gives gigi, ‘georgia rose’,comes from the 1d lyrics “Said her name was georgia rose, and her daddy was a dentist” from their song ‘best song ever’!

gigi: are u okay :( ily crystal

crystal: yeah i just got picked on by this cheerleader that doesnt like me

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Crystal didn’t think it was too bad, considering she really only ever saw Dahlia in history class, but she still made it her mission to make that 45 minutes rough for Crystal whenever possible. This time it was pushing all of Crystal’s belongings off of her desk while she was leaving.

gigi: fuck. im sorry. 

crystal: it’s fine dskjdshjgkjf i wish all cheerleaders could take notes from you and jan

gigi: yaaas me and jan invented being nice

gigi: but i was wondering if maybe you could teach me about one direction later tonight?

Crystal had tried to convince the group earlier in the week that One Direction was the best boy band ever, and had only managed to get Jan to agree. She was glad that Gigi had finally come to her senses.

crystal: finally changing your mind? amazayn!

gigi: i regret asking now. take that pun back to 2011!!!!

The rest of the day went as normal. The chat was pretty active, but eventually died down at the end of the school day. Everyone seemed to have plans; Jan was studying, Jaida was going out to hang with friends, Nicky was sleeping, and Heidi was starting a new challenge on the Sims. It appeared to be just her and Gigi, alone in the group chat. 

Crystal decided to message Gigi privately, not wanting the rest of the girls to see her go into full stan mode. If someone asked Crystal about her interests, she could go hours before thinking of stopping herself.

crystal: ok miss gigi are you ready for your 1d crash course?

Crystal told Gigi everything she wanted to know and even more. A history of how they got together, way too much information on each of the five boys, telling her the best songs on each album, and making sure that Gigi knew ‘Midnight Memories’ was their best album. 

gigi: but ur @ is dedicated to made in the am?? fraud!

crystal: HELPFDFHBJ

crystal: mmcrystal sounds weird… like no thanks 

gigi: that was very interesting.. i’ll def listen to midnight memories in the morning <3

crystal: YAY! gigi 1d stan finally

gigi: no promises! :)

Crystal didn’t respond to that, not really knowing what to talk about now. Having a group of friends helped her be less awkward, but it definitely didn’t fix that problem completely. 

gigi: do u wanna play 21 questions or something?? to get to know eachother better???

Of course, Crystal jumped at the chance to get to know the other girl better. It started very innocently, asking about favorite colors and foods. Gigi quickly changed that.

gigi: uhh… have u ever kissed a girl?

crystal: sadly no.. my state is full of straight people

gigi: same.. ur turn

crystal: this feels awkward to ask but uhhh….

As soon as she hits send, she instantly regrets it. She backtracks what she had originally typed, desperately trying to come up with another question. Crystal was not able to think of anything else.

gigi: ????

“I guess I’ll have to do it,” Crystal says, talking to absolutely no one. She types it out again, looking away from her phone as she blindly tried to hit the send button, like it would help her situation be any less flustering for her.

crystal: how long have you and nicky been dating?

Would Gigi find it weird that she asked? Gigi was the one who brought up kissing girls, not Crystal, so it would be fine. Right?

gigi: CRYSTAL WHATBDGNHSDMFD

gigi: nicky and i are not dating omg im single

gigi: she’s like my sister. plus i would never do long distance

Crystal was so embarrassed. She was relieved this conversation was taking place through a screen, so Gigi wouldn’t see her blushing face. 

She was pleased that she was wrong about the two girls, but Gigi’s answer was upsetting to her.

They asked a few more personal questions before Gigi started asking Crystal would you rather questions instead. Crystal’s favorite out of them was if she would rather get a mullet or dress like a clown every day for the rest of her high school career. The answer was both, obviously. 

They spent the rest of the night sending each other stupid questions, giggling to themselves. The later it got, the more Gigi would flirt with her. At least Crystal thought it was flirting.

gigi: it’s really late and i have a test tomorrow so im gonna go to sleep. goodnight, babe

Gigi always would say ‘goodnight, bitch’, and this made Crystal even more confused. The ongoing joke that lesbians had the hardest time telling if a girl is into them or not was one of Crystal’s favorites, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what was happening to her. There was obviously a connection between them, but it was unclear to Crystal if it was just platonic. 

It didn’t hit her until later that night, while she was trying to fall asleep, but Crystal wasn’t entirely sure where Gigi lived. She knew they were in the same time zone, but wasn’t sure what state she was in. It was totally possible that Gigi lived in Missouri, but Crystal highly doubted it. Though Gigi obviously trusted Crystal enough to want to play 21 questions with her, she was still very private, and Crystal wasn’t too sure if Gigi would tell her what state she was in. 

Crystal fell asleep thinking about her highly unrealistic perfect world, where Gigi lived in Missouri and where Crystal wasn’t just another Nicky. 

-

Crystal got onto Twitter right after waking up the next morning, ready to ask Gigi if she happened to live in Missouri, but quickly got distracted with a very interesting conversation going on in the group chat.

jan!: now i may not be gay but i’m in love with a woman… 2 words jackie

jaida: i- that’s only one word

jan!: fuck

heidi: the way i can’t tell if you’re joking or not

jan!: the way i don’t think i am joking

gigi: YAAS about time u admitted that u like her

crystal: hold on i thought jan was straight?? who’s jackie???

nicky: do you really think a straight person would hang out with us?

crystal: good point 

jan!: I AM STRAIGHT! i think? i don’t know i’m so confused. 

heidi: jackie is jan’s local @ crystal

gigi: jan be like: im straight.

gigi: but also jan is like: wow jackie is so pretty and she’s so funny and smart i’m going to fail geometry so she can tutor me but no homo!

heidi: the delusion janice has…

jaida: not to be serious but if you think you like jackie, you probably aren’t straight baby. everyone else hush and let her talk

nicky: ^^ yeah jan what happened

jan!: first of all i did not fail geometry i just said we should study together so we did!!! and have been for months! but last night i couldn’t focus at all bc she’s so pretty all i wanted to do was k*ss her out of nowhere

In a way, Crystal could definitely relate. Gigi wasn’t her local, she still didn’t know what the girl looked like, but she still kind of wanted to kiss her. She couldn’t focus on anything besides Gigi sometimes, not like she would ever admit it. 

All of the girls had sent many comforting messages addressed to Jan, saying that it was okay, and she has all the time she needs to figure out her feelings. Afterwards, everyone had gone back to being playful. Gigi also tried to convince her to make a move on Jackie, which Jan refused.

gigi: if u talk to her u guys can get married <3

crystal: gigi you’re so stupid i love it

jan!: omg did someone say stupid love??? stream! 

gigi: crystal back me up :(

crystal: i might’ve found out who jackie is only 10 minutes ago but i will cry if jan doesn’t talk to her right now

jan!: better start crying bc i dont think i can even look at her now

jaida: that’s not saying much at all. you cried the other day bc gigi sent a pic of her dog

crystal: I AM A NANCY STAN FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND!!

Crystal knew she looked like an idiot, walking to her locker with her eyes glued to her phone and a dopey smile on her face but she couldn’t care less.

-

The day actually went well for Crystal. The highlight of her day was finding out that the story she wrote for her creative writing class had gotten the highest grade out of everyone in the class, earning her a piece of candy. 

crystal: just got candy and a 99% on my story for class… i truly have the mind of a mastermind

jaida: beauty and intelligence in one combined!

Navigating through the halls was much more difficult when your eyes are glued to your phone, but replying to a meme Jaida sent seemed much more appealing to Crystal than getting to her seventh period without worrying about bumping into someone.  And bumping into someone, she did.

“What the actual fuck, weirdo?” Dahlia yelped, looking extremely offended, “Get off of your sad, cracked phone and watch where your dumb ass is going.”

Crystal just stared at her, frozen in fear. Dahlia taunted her daily, but this was very different from how she usually acts towards her. It was quite terrifying. 

“I swear to God, if you ever look at me, let alone fucking touch me again-” She continued, but before she could finish her statement, she was interrupted by her friend, Georgina running over and pulling her away. 

Crystal didn’t think Georgina shared Dahlia's hatred for her, and Crystal didn’t hate Georgina either. Georgina actually seemed very sweet besides the fact that she had never bothered to step in on the rare occasion Dahlia happened to target Crystal outside of class.

“Can you please leave her alone? We don’t have time for this.” Georgina groaned, looking back at Crystal, flashing her a quick smile, before turning around to escort Dahlia to what Crystal assumed was cheerleading practice.

“But she bumped into me!” Dahlia whined, not used to being interrupted like this.

“Really? Wow, funny. I don’t care.”

Once they were out of sight, Crystal was alone again. She pulled out her phone and went to check if anyone had said anything else in the chat; just Jan freaking out, because Jackie had smiled at her in the hallway.

heidi: everyone say i if you think jan should stop being a baby and ask jackie out

jaida: i

crystal: i

jan!: WTF

jan!: friendship ended with heidi, jaida and crystal. now nicky and gigi are my best friends

jaida: they would say i too if they were online and you know that

jan!: i don’t need friends! they disappoint me!

Crystal decided to not use her phone while she was walking home, not wanting to have a repeat of the Dahlia situation. Her after school routine changed a lot in the past week, making a rule to not check Twitter before completing her homework. Her Twitter addiction was getting worse, but since it was also causing her to be more productive with doing her homework, she saw no issues with it. Once she had finished, she picked up her phone to see that Gigi had messaged her less than a minute ago.

gigi: hey clown :) im done w practice

crystal: WHY AM I A CLOWNDFSHDM

gigi: u just have clown energy. i cant and wont explain 

crystal: honestly yeah i see it but can i at least be your clown wife or something

gigi: yeah <3 hey clown wife! i listened to most of midnight memories and it was really good! my fave song is u and i

If that’s not love, then what is? If that’s not friendship, then what is? Crystal had never been able to get anyone to listen to anything she recommended, ever. She was filled with glee, double tapping the message to heart it. It meant a lot to her.

crystal: YAYAYAYAYA im so glad but it looks so ugly when you spell it like that 

gigi: my fave song you and i* >:(

crystal: better 

gigi: if i have to stop spelling it as u to make you not divorce me i will

Crystal knew deep down it was just a joke, but it made her heart race. The feeling she got every time Gigi would flirt with her was very unfamiliar, but very nice. It didn’t help that Crystal thought ‘You and I’ was one of the most romantic songs One Direction had, she couldn’t help but make the fact Gigi liked it out of all of the other songs into something it was not.

This reminded her of her late night thoughts. She had completely forgotten to ask Gigi where she lived, but the idea didn’t seem the greatest now that she was fully awake. She was still curious though, so against her better judgement she asked, without a segway or anything.

crystal: i forgot to ask but what state do you live in? asking for science

gigi: oh i live in missouri

crystal: omg me too

gigi: i don’t wanna reveal where but this is amazing.. maybe we won’t have to break the distance at all <3

Pleased that she somehow got an answer, Crystal changed the conversation into a discussion of ‘Midnight Memories’, and if Gigi agreed with the opinions Crystal had shared the night before. She did, for the most part and before they knew it, it was time for Gigi to go sleep. Had they really talked all evening? 

gigi: i have to get up early so i need to go to sleep but im really glad jan added u to the gc

crystal: and im happy you asked me about one direction!

gigi: me too. ur cute when ur passionate. i hope we can continue to grow closer

crystal: i’d like that.

gigi: goodnight, my clown :)

crystal: goodnight, georgia rose

gigi: U DID NOT

gigi: my full name isnt even georgia and dad isnt even a dentist but i’ll allow it bc i know u think u invented comedy

gigi: ok gn now <33 luv u

crystal: gn!!! sleep well

Crystal wanted them to stay like this forever.

[pars-ley]

Until Tomorrow | Part two

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You’re a happily single magazine editor in London, that is, until you’re set up with a handsome musician, who’s not exactly forthcoming about being in the biggest boy group in the world. But with your days together numbered, will this blossom into something more or crash land, leaving your heart broken.

Genre: Idol!au / Fluff / Romance / Comedy / Slight hint of smut 

Rating: 15+ (sfw)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and sexual activity / Kissing

Word Count: 6413

Part one | Part two Notes: Beta reader @ditttiii​ Thank you so much for your help, you are such a queen! 

I knock lightly against the boss’ door and wait. 

Janelle Rogers is the editor-in-chief for our magazine, she’s brilliant but also a bit eccentric. She always has some kind of wacky blazer on and yet, somehow always manages to look professional. She’s also the messiest person I know, resulting in her desk always being untidy, but she claims it to be organised chaos instead.

Who am I to argue with that kind of logic? 

She’s tough and a lot of her employees are terrified of her, but if you work hard and do a good job she usually notices and shows her appreciation in some way, which makes her quite pleasant to work for. 

I get on with her well on a personal level too. We’ve been out to dinner a few times and it’s always fun. It also always turns into a late night drinking session. Going out with her, usually means I am in for a two day hangover, which is why it doesn’t happen all that often.

“Come in!” She calls.

Swinging open the door, I step in. 

Janelle is pacing back and forth, phone tucked under her ear, as she searches through the papers in her hand. Hearing me enter, she looks up and removes the phone from her ear, before she says, “Y/n, I heard you wanted to speak to me, please come in. I won’t be long.” 

She indicates to the empty seats across from her desk. 

I sit down and cross one leg over the other, trying not to listen to the heated discussion she’s having. 

“I appreciate that I do, but I need that piece before the end of the week.” She says, her tone clipped. I see her jaw tense as she grits her teeth to whatever response she gets. “And I understand that, nonetheless, you’ve had plenty of time to figure it out. Your story needs to be in by the end of the week, otherwise I’ll use someone else’s. End of discussion.”

She hangs up the phone, almost slamming it back down onto the base unit and sighs. 

Sitting down, elbows on her desk, she gives me her full attention. “Some people will use any excuse to avoid a deadline.” She shakes her head and then meets my eyes. “Please tell me you’re here to give me some good news.”

I grimace slightly. “Well the magazine is on track...mostly. The music segment however…” I pause. “It’s unfinished.”

Her face drops. “What?” She mutters, her voice low, brimming with anger. “What do you mean, it’s not finished?”

“Only half of it is complete.” 

She slams her hand on her desk. “God Dammit, Toby.” She runs her hands over her hair, smoothing her tight, black curls. 

Toby was one of our writers, mostly for the music assignments. He did interviews with the artists, went to gigs, reviewed albums but recently had gone on a holiday for some kind of meditation retreat. ‘No phones permitted and no contact from the outside world’ kind of place, not my type of holiday but who am I to judge?

“Can’t we just use one of our other music pieces?” I ask, knowing the answer before she gets the chance to respond.

“No, we need that segment. Our sales were up last month because we featured that story about the k-pop group selling out Wembley, now we need to report what the shows were like.” She sits back in her chair. “BTS are very current, it’s what we need. They’re our ticket to the younger generation buying our magazine.”

“Well, that’s why it’s not finished, the concerts are this weekend and Toby’s obviously not going to be here for them. He didn’t seem to have tickets for them either.”

She lets out a long, drawn out breath. “Ok, well we need to get our hands on a ticket.”

I put my hands up to stop her. “I’ve already got people on it but I need another writer to rewrite the segment.”

She nods. “Toby won’t like it but that’s not my problem. I’ll get George on it.” She picks up the phone and within seconds it’s all arranged and passed over. 

I stand and make my way to the door.

“Y/n?” She calls as I open the door to make my exit. I turn back to her. “Good work, keep me posted, we need this story.”

I give her a sharp nod, not sure how possible it will be to achieve this but of course I’ll try my hardest to make it happen.

I head back to my desk, sending more emails and making more calls, when my personal phone vibrates against the wood. I glance down at the screen and my stomach flips when I see who the message is from.

Taehyung [14.09]: So, how’s your day going?

A wide grin spreads across my face. He’s thinking about me. My chest swells at that thought alone and I type a quick reply and press send.

Y/n [14.10]: So far? It’s a day from hell. What about yours?

His reply is  immediate.

Taehyung [14.11]: 😥 I don't like to hear that. My day is fine. Will be better later, hopefully I can cheer you up...If you’re still free?

I smile at my phone. I couldn’t wait to get out of here and meet him. It’s the only thing keeping me going through all of this work, knowing that he would be there at the end of it. And clearly he was looking forward to seeing me too; my ego was quite inflated. 

Y/n [14.11]: Of course, can’t wait. What time?

I put my phone down and carry on clicking through my emails, relieved to discover that I’ve sent and replied to all I needed to, for now at least. I decide to take a much needed break. I put my earphones in and shuffle my Spotify playlist of metal and rock songs that I had put together and turn the volume up to as loud as it can go. 

The ear buds thrum inside my ears as they blare out classic 80’s rock sounds with ‘Pour some sugar on me’ and I lose myself in Def Leppard. Turning in my seat, I look out of my office window. 

The landscape of London is truly something to marvel at, and I would never tire of this view. The way the entire city reflected in the windows of the high-rise buildings, the way the sun bounced off the river and the classic style of our oldest landmarks. London is a remarkable place. 

I sigh and put my feet up on the low window ledge, crossing my ankles. My phone vibrates in my lap and I smile as I see his name on my screen, reading the message.

Taehyung [14.21]: I’ll be working for a while, is 7 too late for you?

I sigh, I had another early start tomorrow but I can’t pass up the chance to go on a date with the only guy I've been interested in for two years. Who knows how long he’ll be over here for? I can deal with being tired for a few days.

Y/n [14.22]: I can make an exception for you. Let me send you the address.

I sent him the link with all the info of Yoshi’s restaurant. If he was anything like me, he’d be looking over the menu and planning his meal.

Taehyung [14.25]: Then I am flattered. See you there :)

I grin at my phone like an idiot. God, how old was I? I’m sitting here embarrassing myself, acting like a seventeen year old love sick teenager over a guy I barely know. 

I kept picturing his face, his smile, the way he raises an eyebrow so seductively, or the way he runs a hand through his dark brown hair. I’m not sure if my memory of him does him justice. 

I pause my playlist and quickly dial Yoshi’s number, waiting for him to pick up.

“Yo! What’s happening, jelly bean?” His usually cheerful voice rings out.

“I’m wondering something?” I ask hesitantly.

“Wondering...if I’m as good in the sack as people say? Why yes, I am.” He quips.

I roll my eyes. “No one says that and I would never be wondering that.” 

His laugh vibrates my ear. “Your loss. So what are you wondering then?”

“Well, do you have a table for two for tonight at seven?” I bite my lip, waiting for the response.

“If the table’s for you, for sure! Who you bringing with you this time? Taylor?” He asks, mentioning one of my oldest and closest friends who has been with me to his restaurant many times.

I hesitate. “...No. I’m bringing a...date, actually?” I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!” He exclaims, so loud I have to quickly turn the call volume down before he deafens me. “Hold up, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me! Who is it? How did you meet? It’s the tourist guy you bumped into, isn’t it? I told you y/n, I told you he thought it was a date.” He bombards me, laughing out of excitement.

“Actually,” I cut in, “It’s not him.” I hear the groan of disappointment on the other end. “It’s his friend.” I laugh.

“Well damn girlfriend! I’m impressed. I can’t wait to hear more about this. Your table will be ready at seven, don’t worry, I got you.” 

I smile. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. And Yoyo?”

“Yea?” He waits, the grin in his voice audible.

“Please, nothing embarrassing.” I practically whine.

He gasps. “Would I ever?” He pauses. “On second thoughts, don’t answer that. Heart crossed and hope to die, I shall be on my best behaviour.”

My shoulders relax a little. “Thank you. See you later.”

I hang up and remove my earphones, releasing a long, slow breath. That didn’t go as badly as I had imagined it would, he let me off surprisingly easy. Maybe going there tonight won’t be as mortifying as I’m imagining.

My work phone rings and I push the thoughts of Taehyung and tonight’s date out of my head and get back to work.

The afternoon goes slow, my eyes constantly finding the clock to see how much time has passed; counting down the hours till I could leave and meet him. 

I wade through my workload; like trudging through mud. I haven’t had any luck with finding a ticket to the BTS concert at the weekend. Any hope I did have was fading fast, well aware of the fact that I was running out of time. I had 3 days until the concert took place, I couldn’t give up; my boss wouldn’t allow it. 

I work past my usual time, wanting to get as much as I can done today, so it might allow me some more freedom for the rest of the week.

At six o’clock I am strutting out the door, after touching up my make-up and fluffing my hair in the washroom. I had decided to take the underground to ride the few stops to the restaurant. Once out of the stuffy tube station, I send a message to Taehyung letting him know that I’m walking from the station and will be there shortly. The text I get back however, has me practically running to the doors of the restaurant.

Taehyung [18.47]: I’m inside :)

My heart drops. But surely Yoshi wouldn’t have any idea who my date was or what he looked like, so Taehyung should be safe.

I yank open the heavy, double doors frantically searching for him. When my eyes finally find him, I gulp. Him and Yoshi are both sitting at a table, deep in conversation. I quickly rush over, interrupting them.

“Taehyung, I see you’ve met my friend, Yoshi.” I smile nervously, as they both stand up to greet me.

Yoshi gets there first, pulling me into a tight hug and squeezing me hard. I pat him on the back. “Ok, I tap out.” I wheeze,and he releases me. “Try to not injure me before my date, will you?” 

He laughs. “Introductions have already been made, so you don’t need to worry. I was just filling  Taehyung in here, about some of our adventures.” He winks.

I scowl at him. “Ok, ok, enough embarrassing stories.” I take my bag from my shoulder and put it with my blazer onto the far side of the seat in the booth. 

Yoshi grins. “Ok, I’ll leave you to it. Taehyung, very nice to meet you. Someone will be over soon to take your order. Enjoy guys!” He says with another wink, before he quickly proceeds to leave us alone.

We both stand there smiling at each other before I lean in, kissing him on the cheek. I linger there for a moment but I stiffen when I feel his breath at my ear. 

“Nice to see you again.” He greets softly. His deep voice like silk, doing things to my body I didn’t expect. 

I pull away, blushing slightly. “Shall we?” I indicate to the seats in the booth. He nods and we slide in. 

One of the best things here was the decor, it gave us a lot more privacy than other places I’ve been to. The booths had partition doors which I could close completely or leave open slightly. The partitions behind our seats were completely covered with painted japanese murals and there were beautiful, pink blossoms hanging from the ceiling.

“Were you here very long?” I ask, trying to gauge how much time they would have had to speak to each other.

He shakes his head. “Long enough to hear how you met each other and the story about the time you spilt a drink in your lap at a theme park and he told everyone you walked passed, that you had wet yourself.”

I laugh and roll my eyes at the memory. “That’s Yoshi for you. Never passes up the chance to embarrass me.”

Taehyung smiles. “He also said some very nice things about you.”

“That is good to hear but he has to, he knows I’d bully him otherwise.” 

He laughs at that. “You two seem very close.”

I nod. “We are. He’s been my best friend for a long time.”

“It’s good to have someone like that.”

I nod again, agreeing. “Do you have a best friend?”

He smiles. “Yes, his name’s Jimin.”

“And would he embarrass you like Yoshi does to me?”

He shakes his head, then leans in closer. “Worse, much worse.”

I chuckle. “Well in that case, I hope I get to meet him one day.” I reply, a smirk playing across my lips. 

He fights his smile. “Perhaps you will soon.”

I raise an eyebrow at him quizzically. “Is he over here also?”

He nods slowly. “Yep and yes, he’s another musician.”

He answers my unasked question and I lean back in my seat, surprise evident on my face. “Really? I’m guessing you still don't want to tell me about your job?”

I notice a flicker of sadness flash in his eyes, before they look down and away from my questioning gaze. I feel immediate guilt in my gut. “Hey, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me anything, you just seem quite secretive about it. I was saying it more as an observation.” I reassure.

He looks up, eyes wide, “I’m not secretive!” He exclaims, shocked. “I want to tell you but—”

“Hey,” I cut him off, “No need to explain. Don’t worry, you can tell me whenever you’re ready.” I give him a reassuring smile and a gentle pat on the hand he had placed above the table.

I see him stiffen for a moment and my response is to do the same, until he turns his hand over, so we're palm to palm and gives it a little squeeze. His shoulders relax and so do mine, even though my heart hammers wildly with excitement. I can feel my palm starting to sweat the longer his touch lingers on me, it feels like a lifetime before he finally lets go and pulls his hand away. 

I can breathe and think straight again.

While I was more than happy to wait for him to tell me about his work, I found myself growing increasingly curious about the subject. He’s so mysterious, I can’t understand why he won't talk about it. I would assume that being a musician would be a  cool profession to divulge about,  most would probably gush till their heart's content, given the opportunity. 

But, in a way I’m glad he’s not like that, I don’t think I would be able to  stand the egotistical bragging.

“Can I take your drink order?” A sweet voice asks, stepping in between the sliding doors. I look up and recognise the server as Emiko. She’s worked here for a while now, and is always pleasant

“Oh, hi y/n! So nice to see you.” She beams her usual toothy grin.

“Nice to see you! How have you been?” I ask.

“I’ve been good!.” She giggles. “I won’t disturb you too much, what can I get you two?”

I order a lemonade and Taehyung orders a coke. I did contemplate an alcoholic beverage, but I don’t want to be the only one drinking on a date, that’s how I'm sure to embarrass myself.

I pick up the menu and skim through it, even though I'm sure I know it by heart by now. 

Glancing up as he too studies the menu, my eyes rake over his broad shoulders, the light beige shirt he wears falls flatteringly over his broad chest, clinging to all the right places. His black cap conceals his hair, but I can tell it’s all swept back off of his forehead. I watch the way he juts his jaw to the side as he mulls over what to order. His tongue dances across the inside of his lips, my eyes trained on it, mind drifting off again to wondering how soft his lips would feel. How that tongue would feel moving against mine...or other places. He looks up at me and instantly a flush of red travels up his neck. 

“What?” He asks quietly, giving me a bashful smile.

“Nothing,” I look back down at my menu, feeling flustered myself. “What are you going to order?” 

“Hm, maybe the Yakitori chicken skewers, any recommendations? Yoshi told me you’ve tried everything on the menu.”

I laugh. “That is true; I'm a big fan of his cooking. And yes, you should get that, it’s—,” I give a kiss to the tips of my fingers, chef style. 

He laughs and leans back in his seat. “So tell me, why was your day so awful?” He frowns, genuine concern on his brow.

I roll my eyes and groan. “Work is a joke at the moment, I’m covering for someone so I have twice the usual work load and that’s not even the worst of it.”

Emiko returns with our drinks, interrupting me. I pause as we order our meals and some sushi to share, then she leaves in a rush.

He raises his eyebrows at me and leans his chin on the palm of his hand, listening intently and waiting for me to continue. 

“Ok, so, my boss is hellbent on this particular story. The writer of said story has gone off on an unreachable holiday and it's only half done. So, now I have to try and get a ticket for a show that is apparently so high in demand, it seems impossible, so we can finish said story.”

He frowns. “I’m confused. What’s the story?”

I sigh as I fiddle with my napkin. “About some boy group and their shows at wembley.” I have a realisation then. “You’ve probably heard of them? BTS? They’re from South Korea too.” I’m not sure but for a brief moment I think I see him stiffen out the corner of my eye. His expression unreadable. 

“Yes, I’ve heard of them.” He says, nonchalantly. 

“You don’t like them?” I ask, wondering why his face suddenly looked so solemn. “Don’t tell me they’re your musical rivals?” I tease attempting to lighten his mood.

He smiles and some of the tension seems to leave his body. “No. They’re cool. So why do you need a ticket?”

“So the writer can review the show and tell the readers all about it. Our boss is trying to appeal to the younger readers and she’s convinced this is the way to do it, through this group.”

“What will happen if you can’t get the ticket?” He asks, eyes wide with worry.

I shrug. “My boss will be very, very pissed. I don’t plan on finding out though. I’ve got a few more days, it always works out in the end, one way or another.”

He watches me carefully. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”

I grin as our meals arrive, steaming hot and smelling incredible. We eat in silence for a while, enjoying the taste. I watch as the noises and faces Taehyung pulls assure me of the fact that he’s very impressed and my chest swells with pride for my friend. 

I do, however, let my mind wander into thinking about hearing those noises of appreciation in other aspects. Like me...on my knees...underneath this table. Snapping myself out of less than innocent thoughts, I focus on my meal. 

Why couldn’t I control myself? Why did everything about him appeal to me in such a powerful way? Is it because I haven’t had sex for over a year? Or is it simply that he is just the perfect specimen of a man? Maybe both.

“That was amazing. I’m blown away.” He sat back in his seat, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“I’m glad you liked it! Yoshi will be thrilled.” I beam and take a long drink of my cold lemonade, hoping it cools the heat inside me. I could feel tiny beads of sweat forming down my back and along the nape of my neck. 

We sit and talk until Emiko returns to clear our plates and Taehyung asks for the check. 

“I’m afraid, I cannot stay out late with you tonight.” He says solemnly.

I try to ignore the disappointment I feel; not ready for this date to be over. “Ah, that’s ok, I know you’re busy.”

He shakes his head and puts his hand on top of mine, leaning forward. I mirror him automatically. The warmth of his palm slowly flows through me and my eyes can’t help but float down to our touching skin. His hand feels soft and yet strong with his long, delicate fingers enveloping mine. I look back up to his intense eyes blazing into mine.

“It’s not that, It’s just—” He pauses looking away, my stomach drops as I’m left wondering as to what on earth he’s going to say. He doesn’t want to see me any more? He’s not attracted to me? He sees me more as a friend? What excuse is it going to be this time?

“...I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.” He says, his face so serious it takes me a few moments to register the words that have just left his mouth. Relief swamps me as I feel myself relax back into my seat and laughter vibrate through my body. He joins me, his boxy grin spread across his face but as he does, he lifts my hand, turning it over and laces his fingers through mine. 

My laughter fades, and I look down at our entwined fingers. Normally, an action like this so soon after meeting would have me running for the hills, but with him, it just felt...right.

“Is this ok?” He asks hesitantly, a crimson shadow forming on his cheeks.

I nod and swallow; my mouth suddenly dry. “Yes.” I reply simply, frozen in shock.

He relaxes a little and leans forward on his elbows, his thumb gently tracing small circles on the back of my hand.

“I should go back to my hotel…”

“But?” I query.

He side smiles, looking up at me seductively through long lashes and the sight is enough to make my belly clench. “I really don’t want to.”

My heart knocks violently against my ribcage at his admission. “I don’t want you to either.” I blurt out, surprising myself.

His eyes widen slightly before he side-smiles again and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad it’s not just me. I cannot tell what you think about me.”

I let out a small, slightly nervous laugh. “Is it not obvious?” I raise an eyebrow, surely he must be joking. I have never been so red, flustered and embarrassed with a guy in my whole laugh.

He shakes his head. “Not really, sometimes I think I know where your head is and yet at other times it’s hard to read you. I wish I knew what you were thinking.”

It's almost a question; giving me the option not to feel obliged to answer, but I don’t want to leave him hanging and wondering. Maybe laying my cards out on the table wouldn’t be such a bad thing, before I get in too deep.

I lean on my elbows that rest on the table and angle myself towards him slightly. “Ok, just so you know where my head is at…” I shift slightly under his now intense stare, as he hangs on my words. “I like spending time with you, and even though we’ve only just met...I feel I’ve known you for a long time, which is rare for me, to have such a sudden connection. I find you insanely attractive that it’s hard to think straight when I’m around you.” He beams at that and a deep crimson glow burns his face. 

“We seem to have a lot in common and I’m definitely enjoying our time together and getting to know you. You have an air of mystery about you and to be honest, it just makes me more intrigued to find out more about you. Since I met you at the museum, you have been on my mind more than I was expecting and this…” I lift up our joined hands. “would have frightened me to the point of running and hiding, if it was with anyone but you.” I say, quite fast, the words leaving me in a rush, as the urgency of having to say them takes hold of me. 

I exhale and hesitantly meet his stare.

His boxy grin is wider than ever as his eyes sparkle with excitement. I find myself mirroring his smile.

“I’ve got to admit, I was not expecting that but a part of me was hoping you felt that way.” He beams. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can completely be myself, no personas, no hiding, just me. I’m not too experienced in matters of the heart and this is a first for me; feeling this way. You’re so beautiful that it’s distracting especially because I find you fascinating and I want to know every little thing about you. Every story, every thought, everything but when you talk or smile, I can’t help but want to kiss you.” He stops, leaving that last part hanging heavy in the air.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips while he watches me. My stomach tightens with anticipation, hoping he will, waiting for him to lean in and do it. I stare at his mouth, heart beating so hard that it’s all I can hear pounding in my ears. 

He leans forward until he’s just inches from my face, his scent swirling around me, his soft, plump lips inviting me, calling to me, when the screen doors to our booth open abruptly. 

Taehyung is back against his seat in a flash, his hand no longer touching me and I suddenly feel cold without his skin against mine. 

My head snaps up, only to be met with Yoshi’s grinning face.

“Hey guys, I hope you were happy with your meals?” He asked, eyes eager for approval, completely oblivious to the moment he just disturbed.

I slump back in my seat. “Perfect as always, Yoyo.” I smile, trying to hide the disappointment that swells inside me.

“Yes, it was amazing. I will definitely be returning before the end of my trip.” Taehyung says softly, offering a bow of his head.

Yoshi slaps him on the back, the action making Taehyung’s eyes pop with surprise and I muffle a laugh behind my hand.

“Thanks man, I really appreciate that. You’re welcome here anytime, just drop by and I'll make sure you’re taken care of.” 

Taehyung smiles and nods. “That’s very kind of you, thank you.” 

“Here’s your bill.” He places the little, leather book with the paper inside on the table. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds get back to your date, we have a ‘no fondling, foreplay or sexual activity’ rule here though, so be sure to take that outside if the mood strikes.” 

My icy glare burns into him as he grins and closes the doors before I can throw something at him. I hear his laughter and his footsteps as he leaves.

I look over at Taehyung who is fighting a laugh himself. 

“Don’t you start.” I warn, resisting the smile that twitches the corner of my mouth. 

He laughs out loud. “I love it when you scold me.”

I shake my head at him, feigning shock and unable to hide my amusement anymore. “You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

He shrugs and gives me a bashful grin, then checks his phone and groans. “I really do have to go. I’m really sorry.” 

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s fine.” I grab my bag as he glances at the bill. 

“I’m getting this, no arguments.” He says sternly. I smirk at the authority in his tone, wondering if he’s that commanding in bed too. Mind out of the gutter.

He places his cash down with a very generous tip, that has my eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

I grab my blazer and slide out of the booth. “Lets go.”

I lead the way over to Yoshi, who is busy entertaining the customers sitting around the counter where he cooks and chats away. I wave to get his attention.

“We’re off Yoshi!” I call out. 

He nods, drops everything and rushes around to us. He pulls me into a quick, tight hug and before he’s even let me go he’s reaching around to shake Taehyung’s hand. I squeeze out of his grip and return to Taehyung’s side.

“Nice to meet you, man.” Yoshi waves.

“You too, thank you again.” Taehyung replies.

“My pleasure. Call me later, doll.” He points gun fingers at me and waves as he returns to his station. 

We head to the doors, opening them to the heavy, night air; warmth swirling around me in a complete contrast to inside. I hear Yoshi’s voice behind me call out. “Use protection!”

I put my middle finger up behind me without even looking in his direction. His laugh bellows out before the doors shut behind us. God, I really hated him sometimes. 

We walk to the car that had arrived to pick up Taehyung, the driver waiting patiently behind the wheel. 

“Jump in and we’ll drop you off.” He said, opening the door for me. 

I slid in across the comfy, fabric seats. Taehyung spoke to the driver then climbed in next to me. I was surprised to see the black partition between us and the driver and the small, dark curtains covering all the windows. I’ve never seen a car with these before, how odd.

My thoughts are interrupted by his hand on mine, the heat from his soft skin, searing through me. I look over to find he’s watching me from the corner of his eye, he gives me a side smile and I thread my fingers through his.

“You know, Yoshi did say something before you came in…” He says into the quiet. 

My stomach drops, nervous with apprehension. “What?”

“He...mentioned your ex.”

I felt a small flare of anger course through me. How dare he speak to Taehyung about him. Why bring up my past with someone I might have a future with? I let out a long breath. “What did he say?”

Taehyung looks hesitant. “Not much, honestly. Just said you dated a real arsehole, who broke your heart in the worst way. Then you came in, he didn’t get to finish.”

Thank god. This was my business to talk about, not Yoshi’s. I nod slowly.

“I think...” Taehyung cuts in quickly, worrying he’s upset me. “I think he was warning me not to hurt you, that’s why he brought it up.”

That was probably the case but I’m still pissed off at him. “That does sound like Yoshi.” I reply, quietly.

“And while I would like to hear about your past, including past relationships, I will wait until you’re ready to talk.”

I nod again, mulling that over. “Tomorrow. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, if you want to hear it.”

He squeezes my hand. “Only if you’re sure.”

I smile at him, my anger slowly extinguishing, not wanting to ruin the moment with Taehyung because of something Yoshi said.

“Do you get a lunch break at work?” He asks, randomly into the silence, breaking any tension left.

I nod and my brow furrows. “Yes, of course. Why do you ask?”

“I have a packed schedule tomorrow evening, so I cannot see you but I need to.” He hits me with that intense stare again. If I weren't already sitting, my knees would be trembling trying to hold me upright. “Are you free to meet me on your lunch break?” His pleading eyes melt my insides.

I feel heat race from my chest to my cheeks as my blush spreads. “For you? Of course.”

He smiles, genuine excitement in his eyes and he looks down at our joined hands. Sitting this close to him, arms and thighs almost touching, so close and yet, so far. The urge to shift closer to him is almost overwhelming but for some reason I resist. There’s an invisible current I can feel from his body to mine, almost electric, sending tingles through my body.

“Taehyung, we’re here.” A voice sounds out from a speaker somewhere making me jump and interrupting my thoughts. I realise then, the car has stopped, too focused on the sheer magnetism I could feel towards him.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.” He climbs out, hand only leaving mine for a second before he’s grasping it again to gently pull me out the car. He leads me up the steps to my door and when I turn to him to say goodnight, we’re suddenly face to face, inches apart. 

My heart knocks rapidly against my ribcage, even as my lungs seem to stop working and my breath stills. His hand comes up to push the hair off my shoulder and I feel him linger on my neck. Warm, long fingers slide up to hold each side of my face, as he tilts his head and suddenly, before I can think, his lips are on mine. Gentle, soft and magical. 

My senses go crazy for a moment, overloaded with stimulation before I reciprocate eagerly. The taste of him like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, I want more. 

He pulls away suddenly, still close enough for me to feel his harsh breathing against my face. 

“Sorry, I should have asked first.” He says breathlessly.

My core is on fire, I feel ready to explode as I grab his light shirt by the collar and pull him against my lips again. My hands find their way to his neck, as I grip to keep him close to me and yet it’s not close enough. His hands wind around my waist holding me tight against his body. Heat and fire replace my thoughts, as I can only focus on my erratic heartbeat and the painful throbbing between my legs as his perfect, angular lips dance with mine. 

He breaks away to breath, sending a trial of kisses across my cheek to my ear.

“Until tomorrow.” He whispers breathlessly, before gently releasing me and taking a step back. He captures my hand, brings my fingers up to his lips, like he did that first night and places a gentle lingering kiss against them.Then he’s turning abruptly, dashing down the stairs and into the car. 

I stand there, dazed. Wow. Did that just happen? 

I fumble with my handbag, my head feeling fuzzy and unable to control the rest of my body.

I eventually find my keys and clumsily let myself in, walking through my apartment in a trance. I mechanically get ready for bed, my body on autopilot while I replay the kiss over and over in my mind, unable to think of anything else. As I lay in bed, my phone vibrates against the top of my nightstand, pulling me out of my Taehyung daydream.

Taehyung [22.30]: Made it back in time, no pumpkins here—

I laugh. Attached to the message is a close up photo of him laying down in bed, resting on an arm, his almost ebony eyes wearing a smile and staring straight through the phone into me. He looks gorgeous. Did I just kiss him? How on earth did that happen? 

My grin starts to hurt my cheeks but I can’t seem to stop it. I try to force it into just a regular smile, nothing too over the top or creepy, I fluff my hair out on the pillow and take a mirroring selfie, hitting send after.

Y/n [22.32]: Good to know, none here either 😊

Taehyung [22.33]: Haha! Good. I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow lunch time. Goodnight! 😉

I reply, wishing him a goodnight in return, just before my eyelids finally start to droop. As I drift off to sleep I replay the images of his lips moulded on mine, my fingers in his hair and his warm hands on my face, hoping he will appear in my dreams tonight.

Thank you so much for reading, if you could leave me some feedback it would be much appreciate, even if it’s just a little comment to tell me what you thought 🖤

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My Seven Idols

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Summary:

Got7 as highschoolers as they deal with graduation and college at the same time starting up their own Youtube channel as idols. 

A/N:

So this is chapter 1. Really, I wasnt supposed to write this thing but it has been bugging me for months and I just cant shake it off okay? I tried resisting thinking, dude you're on your way to the juicy parts of Seven Princes. But whelp I lost a battle within myself and wrote this anyway. I hope you guys like it!

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The click-clacking of the keyboard echoed in the room as Y/N furiously typed the remaining subtitle of the video she had been editing the last few nights. Hitting the export button, the brunette could finally exhale and relax. The beach aesthetic video she had been working on was now in the process of being complete. She just has to wait till it loads to a hundred and her hard work will pay off. Smiling to herself, she minimized the editing software and opened up her InstaBook. She scrolled leisurely, seeing the pictures of her peers and some from her photographer idols. Y/N was examining an aesthetic cityscape picture from one of her favorite photo blogs, Def, when her notification alerted her of a great news. Ding! And the words that popped up from the right corner of her screen made her screech. As it was almost midnight, she had to restrain herself and not wake her parents. But she can’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. She quickly clicked the pop up. It said: pjy_01 updated his profile picture. When the picture loaded, Y/N's jaw almost unhinged. Park Jinyoung a.k.a. Mr. Student Council President rarely posts a picture of himself. His feed was usually just books, food and random sceneries. He did have few self-taken pictures and Y/N was happy with it (some of them are really just bad quality but she’ll take it) but this one? This one’s just beautiful, amazing, gift from the heavens. He was sitting on a comfy white couch, staring directly at the camera with puppy eyes. His white button up was slightly unbuttoned(!!) as he wore an innocent face and a cute peace sign as a cherry on top. Y/N was just about to scream and jump around. But before that, she made sure to save the picture in her Jinyoung Stash folder. “Woah. What is this Jinyoung? You should always post things like this. I’ll be a happy woman.” She sighed dreamily, staring at her screen but missed the notification of her software that finished exporting her video. 

Y/N was rudely interrupted when her phone suddenly rang. Not even looking at the caller id, she answered the call with an annoyed tone. “What?” No one would be phoning her at this time other than her best friend. “Yo chill out Y/N.” Youngjae laughed at the other end, knowing he most likely disturbed her from her hobby. Which isn’t entirely false, he just didn’t know that the hobby at the moment was staring at their president and not videography. ”It’s midnight Youngjae, what do you need?” She elicited another hearty laugh from the guy. Any other circumstance, she’ll laugh along since his laugh is contagious but this time was not it. “Well?”

“Geez, aren’t you such a joy tonight. I’m just gonna ask if you already finished the essay homework due tomorrow.” 

Blank silence. It was then that Y/N laughed at the ridiculing situation. Homework? Was there ever one? And she voiced it out, still half cheerful and half threatening. Youngjae might be pranking her once again. “The essay homework Mr. Kwon asked us to do. The one about Romeo and Juliet. Don’t tell me you don’t remember?” Youngjae chuckled a little too, thinking that his friend was making fun of him. When the only sound he heard was the bark of his cute dog Coco beside him, Youngjae started to sweat. “You haven’t done a single thing didn’t you?!”

“I think I’m gonna puke. Youngjae-ahh~ What do I do?!” 

Y/N's eyes bugged out, realizing that yes, there is indeed an essay due tomorrow. And it is for Mr. Kwon’s subject, her most feared teacher. Oh how that teacher terrifies her whole being. How could she be so stupid?! “Youngjae!!! What do I do? What do I do?!” Panic was starting to rise from her gut, her heart beating too fast that even midnight coffee can’t do. Add the obvious panic in her bestfriend’s voice on the other end, it made things worse for her. “I don’t know! Uh… I can lend you mine? Just modify some parts. Paraphrase things…”  

“Oh my God Youngjae I love you. You’re the best!!” 

“You owe me one Y/N.” 

“I do, I do. Thanks so much.” 

They bid goodnight to each other, Youngjae promising to pick her up from her house so she won’t be late; she once again praised his goodness before hanging up. And as promised, he sent her his homework, Jinyoung’s picture on her screen forgotten. Y/N once again typed relentlessly through the night. 

“I bet Jinyoung never had a problem like this. Y/N you must do better!”

That motivation fueled her to write the essay about Romeo and Juliet even if she didn’t understand what it was about aside from it being a romance story. Little did the sophomore videographer know, her high pedestaled president sat on his chair under the dim light of his study desk at the same time as her. He was hunched in concentration on the essay he stalled on doing days before it was to be submitted. 

No words flowed, his pen stuck mid-air. “Argh. What the heck is this shit about anyway?” Jinyoung huffed as he crumpled his nth paper and tossed it in the bin beside him. His brain was not cooperating with him that night and it’s just frustrating. Why does he have to explain why the economy of their country is not thriving as it used to? It’s just plain bullshit to be honest. He had mountains of council work the past few days and he wasn’t able to attend few classes including the class he was supposed to write this essay for. This is why he hates skipping, when things like this essay arrive, he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t have time to read up everything that’s why he just went straight to bluffing his way out of the conclusion of the paper. The distracting noise of the instrument app on Jaebeom’s phone didn’t help him much either. “You have your own room, your own bed. Why are you always here?” His housemate just shrugged and continued his melody making. It was sounding good to be honest, not that his friend ever made a bad song but the other’s process was just making the writing too difficult for him. “How can I even finish when you distract me like this?”

“One, Jinyoung, it was your fault for not doing it earlier. Two, you are not distracted by my music. You just don’t want to do that stupid paper.” 

And it hit him too well. He’s right. Most times, Jaebeom’s music calms him but this time his brain just straight up refuses to do a thing. His long haired companion exited the app after saving his work. Jaebeom laid down on Jinyoung’s bed. He patted the space beside him, encouraging the other to lie down with him and sleep. “Don’t push yourself too hard. Get some sleep first, you’ve had a harsh week.” 

“Get out of my bed.”

“Hmm…”

And with that, Jaebeom closed his eyes to sleep. He’s not a fast sleeper per se, he’s just waiting for Jinyoung to join him but he didn’t. He opened his eyes just a slit saw the student body president scribbling again with a determined face. 

Few hours after, it was almost three in the morning. Jinyoung has to get up at six to prepare for their eight o’clock class. He doesn’t like not sleeping properly but for the sake of that damned paper, he had to sacrifice. He sighed once again and turned off the lamp. Looking to his right, he saw his friend sleeping peacefully, facing him from the farther half of the bed. Jinyoung shook his head in exasperation. He sat on the unoccupied side and stared at his friend of ten years. His face lax and serene. The nose ring glints under the soft glow of the stars from the window. Jinyoung’s hand inched towards the other’s face, stopping midway. He clenched his fist and brought it back to himself. ‘Ah, I really wanna remove that nose ring so badly.’

Morning came and the sunlight was harsh on Y/N’s face. She finished her essay in time, luckily. She trudged along the hallways of their small house, the only thing that woke her up completely was the smell of fresh bacon being cooked. She quickly ate her breakfast, showered and said goodbye to her parents with a tired smile. The sound of the bell announced the arrival of Youngjae by their door. She opened it and her friend almost screamed bloody murder. “I thought a zombie came out to eat me.” 

“Shut up.”

Youngjae laughed and slung an arm on her shoulders. He ruffled her already messy hair further. “Did you finish the write up?” She gave a gloomy thumb’s up while yawning, earning a giggle from the boy. “Ah seriously, you should take care of your studies more Y/N.” 

“Says you. You were up all night long playing. I can see it on the bags under your eyes.”

“At least I finished my work before doing so, unlike someone I know…”

Y/N clicked her tongue in disapproval but she knows he’s right though. “I got carried away with the good shots I had when me and Yeji went to the beach last week. Aah, I made such a good video last night.” Youngjae smiled at her friend as he watched her walk half asleep. 

Y/N and Youngjae were friends since they were toddlers. With their mothers practically sisters because of their closeness, and their houses are just one backyard away from each other, the two developed a close friendship. Oftentimes they’d be hanging out in their places, playing video games or reading comics. Although when they started to grow up more, they drifted away slightly, having different circles of friends. That didn’t bother the two of them though. They thought that it’s better to have their friendship outside school so that they won’t get sick seeing each other’s faces all the time. With this, they rarely go to school together anymore. Their classmates are in the dark about their closeness as well.  

Youngjae pulled out his phone and scrolled his pictures. He suddenly got excited about showing his bestfriend about his dog’s new outfit he bought recently. “Y/N, Y/N, look at Coco. I bought a new shirt. It’s so cute.” He practically shoved the phone on her eyes but it didn’t matter much to her as she was as excited as him. They practically raised that cute dog together. “Omo! Coco’s so adorable!” They were both bouncing on their steps as they look at the dog’s pictures posing differently with each new clothing. The two of them were cooing. “Ah, Coco is such a joy.” 

"Y/N!” 

They both stopped on their tracks when they heard a familiar voice. It was Yeji, Y/Ns other bestfriend outside Youngjae (he’s still the bestest but Yeji doesn’t know that). She happily waved at her two classmates, a teasing smile forming on her face already. ‘Youngjae and Y/N walking together eh? How interesting!’

Yeji’s appearance was their cue to head apart so Y/N smiled at Youngjae and said goodbye. “See ya later in class!” He just hummed in agreement, seeing as his peers are also in sight. He waved at Yeji and parted with Y/N He walked towards his other friends and greeted them. 

"So Youngjae huh?”

“What about him?”

“Nothing…” Which wasn’t true because now she is sporting a silly smile on her face. Probably imagining things outside of this world and conjuring up different ways how her friend and Youngjae fall in love. Yeji is a fangirl at heart and she just ships everybody. She never imposes it to everyone though, she’s just happy to think about it and keep it to herself. Amazingly enough though, the people she secretly shipped usually ends up together at some point. But Y/N knows her too well and she knows the outlandish things going in her mind right now. “We just happened to meet along the way Yeji.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

The school entrance as it always is, was full of commotion. More so today than usual. Y/N saw a hoard of students lining up the gate with annoyed expressions. ‘Ah, it’s probably President Jinyoung.’ She giggled to herself, happy to see him early in the morning. She’s still a little bit over the moon with his latest picture. “Do I look okay?”, that question snapped Y/N out of her daydream (the picture still lingering at the back of her mind). Yeji took out a small mirror and checked herself out. She combed her hair with her fingers, checked her uniform, straightened everything that doesn’t look ironed out. “You know he just nags at those who violate badly. We’ll never get reprimanded.” Yeji breathed deeply as she puts her mirror back to her bag. “I’m just making sure you know. I don’t want those cold eyes stare at me. It’s scary.” Y/N wanted to protest, ‘Jinyoung’s not scary! It’s a part of his charm!’ but a whine stopped her from doing so. While they were talking, they have pushed inside the crowd to get in and not be late for class. They reached the front where Jinyoung was standing sternly, his mouth thinned in disapproval. “Bhuwakul. How many times do I have to confiscate that earrings of yours?!”

“Why are you so keen on getting these anyway? Would I do better in my tests if I don’t wear them?” The boy, with his id lace yellow (which means he’s a *freshie), was so close to stomping his feet. But Jinyoung was not fazed and just stared at the boy with a piercing stare. “If you wear them, would you do better? No right? So hand them to me. You violated the school dress code. Come get it at my office after school.” 

The people around them were murmuring, Y/N even caught what the others are saying. They think that Jinyoung was being unreasonable and harsh for no reason. ‘Which isn’t true! He just cares about what the students of this school looks like.'  The sophomore turned to glare at the onlookers that defamed their president. ‘Ungrateful fools.’ But she was startled when the tall boy (oh my he’s tall) beside the one named Bhuwakul spoke innocently. “Let him be, he probably just wants to wear your earrings.” Even Yuna, the student council secretary, was shocked at the carefree manner of his dialogue. The president just raised his right eyebrow, “Kim Yugyeom, button up your uniform and tie your necktie properly.” and reprimanded the other freshie without hesitation. Yugyeom grimaced a bit but did what he was told. ‘You should be the one buttoning your clothes last night President huhu’

Despite the commotion at the front gate (which happens almost everyday as Jinyoung loves to greet the student body with “Rule # 5 under the clause of the dress code law….), Y/N and the students of their campus managed to get to their class safely. When they entered their homeroom, Y/N and Yeji was greeted by Ga Young, another friend of theirs. It seemed that she had only arrived a few minutes before them. “Yo! Entrance was pretty hectic today.” 

Yeji made a face and flipped her brow wavy hair away from her face as if she was hassled on their way over. “Ugh, don’t tell us. We had to push our way out earlier.” They both giggled and chattered mindlessly about the events that morning. 

“Don’t you think the foreigner freshie earlier was kind of cute?” Ga Young said dreamily, looking at the ceiling as if he could see his face there. “Oh, that one with the earrings?”

“Yep. We’re blessed with another foreigner beauty.” That’s true, the videographer thought. He’d look good on camera. 

“Yeon Seo isn’t a foreigner.” Y/N countered, debating that her friend’s crush wasn’t exactly from another country. He grew up in their city just like everyone else is. 

“He’s a half-half though.” 

“The tall freshie had a face too.” 

Yeji and Ga Young started to talk about the new eye candy they found. Those two are fans of idols, especially the amateur ones they have in their school. Y/N absentmindedly listened to the two’s gossip. Sometimes she thinks she’s in a webtoon or something. These kinds of things exist on books and comics even dramas that she consumes. Y/N still can’t believe such things are in her reality. Aren’t groups of popular boys with a cheesy group name only in fiction? She wondered if it’s possible that this is not a real world. 

“But you know, I heard rumors that Bhuwakul's gay.” 

That piqued Y/N's interest. Not that there’s any problem with being gay, the rumor just caught her interest. Not many people are brave enough to admit their sexuality in their community so it was pretty interesting. 

“Eh? Who told you?”

“My freshie cousin told me. He said that he’s close with girls and gives fashion advice. He’s on the softer side as well.”

Huh… Y/N thought it was a baseless rumor after all. “That doesn’t mean he’s gay though.”

“That’s true.”

When the talk about the foreign freshie Bhuwakul ended, the other two started to talk about their favorite topic once again. The Five Roses. Y/N was just done with that subject and had heard enough to last her a lifetime. She couldn’t even understand why the girls in their school seemed to be under their spell. In Y/N’s opinion, they aren’t that good looking. Heck, even Mr. Cold Eyes Jinyoung was much more handsome. ‘Especially if they saw last night’s picture. How come they don’t talk about it?!’ 

“Ji Woo looked handsome today too!” 

‘Oh come on, even Youngjae looks better than that guy.’ At the thought of her bestfriend, she turned to glance at him. He seemed to have caught her and gave him those warm sunny smiles that made her heart beat a bit faster. Even if she doesn’t consider her childhood friend as a man, she’s sure that he’s a good looking guy. 

//next

[thinkinboutkiribaku]

part I, part II,

part III

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Back home, Katsuki felt like all he wanted was to let himself fall on something soft and not move for another hours. He hadn't expected school to be this tiring after only one half assed day, but above else it was his heart that went into some rough trial. It felt like a roller coaster but it'll become manageable after a while somehow… After all, he'd been dragging these feelings for a while now.

He was used to these 2am & 2pm emo sessions now. And they were fucking pathetic. Get a grip for fuck's sake.

As he finally let himself fall on the living room sofa, face muffled by pillows and comfy blanket ; he felt something hard unpleasantly in the way. As he muttered about having to get up against his will, he found the object of his discomfort was a pile of paper bind together, wrapped in an ugly sky blue cover bearing cheesy lines for a title. Katsuki recognized the heaviness of a drama script.

"Hey, what the fuck is this ?" he growled as he started flipping through the pages.

Because there was sounds of kitchen utensils clashing together coming from the corridor, Katsuki had to grunt some more because his body considered it too much of an effort to move from the comfortable sofa. At some point, his mother finally passed her head from the door frame.

"What is it, can't you use your legs !"

"What's that."

"You don't know ? It came from the postal service today."

"I said I was taking a break though."

"Do whatever you want, but don't turn your back to good opportunity. This is mrs Park's work, she's renowned for her cinematic work, I was really surprised someone like her would be interested in someone like you for her new drama."

"Shut up, I'm plenty mesmerizing.". She slapped the back of his head.

"Try to get a look at the full story, it could be really interesting for your career. And it might be more fulfilling for you than your previous roles.", she sighed.

"Hey, Ground Zero's the best fucking role !"

"Stop wasting your talent in stupid tv drama and work a bit more on those brat expression!"

He stuck his tongue at her, which she retaliated before leaving for the kitchen. Katsuki sighed, letting the upper of his body fall on the ground while his legs were getting tangled in the sheets. There was close to no chance he was taking that role. Still, he kept going through the dialogue pages. From what he caught up, the story's was about some dumb boy fighting and skipping school, on some stupid identity quest or whatever. Fucking boring.

And yet…

Around the last pages, some scenes sparked off his attention, and after reading thoroughly the honey covered outcome he gazed into the white void of the ceiling.

Then he sighed, before getting up in direction of the kitchen.

"I'll do it if it doesn't take on school schedules," he announced while taking a bite of the snacks lying on the table. "Tell' em."

"Can't you ask yourself."

" You're the one that insisted", he took another bite.

"I'll see for you- hey ! Stop eating before dinner," she went to flick the back of his head as Katsuki shoved the rest of the food in his mouth hastily.

"The fuck, cook faster then- Argh", she put one of her arm around his neck and squeezed hard.

"Smell these good vegetables I'm making and stay put, alright brat ! Huff. And what made you change your opinion about the drama anyway ?"

"Nothing, let me go, the fuck !"

"I didn't know you could show a tender heart under all these spikes. You better not half-ass this, you understand brat !"

"Shut up, the fuck, I- !", he untied himself from his mother's grip. "I won't, shit… "

Katsuki could only stand his mother looking at him, trying to read his words through his eyes, for a few seconds before kicking the door open and leaving. She could be awfully good at it sometimes, and he didn't want her noisy comments on that.

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"That was fast, I thought you weren't doing anything new for a while…." Kirishima said, flipping through the blue sky scenario, and Katsuki could hear his tone trying to hide some uneasiness.

"Don't whine, I'm still going to school."

"I wasn't whining !" he retorted, "… but it's cool if you still come to school."

Katsuki hummed as he corrected another equation. Tonight was supposed to be another study night, but Kirishima seemed interested in anything but their notebook. The fuck did he come here for even.

"It's not really your kind though… There's like, no explosion, no action, no guns, no chase… Hey, why'd you chose it ?"

"None of your fucking business, give it !", Katsuki said, forcefully taking the script from Kirishima's hand.

"Hey! Usually, you let me read your stuff", the red hair pouted, rolling on the bed.

"Yeah, well I'm supposed to tutor your dumbass right now, so get back to work", he kicked Kirishima's head that was hanging from his bed with his pen.

It wasn't really mean to be a secret, but Katsuki still preferred for Kirishima to not read all the scenario before he showed it to him.

"But I can't anymore ! My brain's turning into batter", the red hair whined, letting his body fall from the bed. "A bit more and I'm falling asleep right here."

"Well you can just sleep here later, so get the fuck back to work."

"But I can't tonight …"

"Why not, you live just next door."

"Yeah but, I don't wanna let granny alone... She says she feels weak lately so the manly thing to do is to help her, y'know. ", Kirishima slightly lowered his face, eyes darkening all of a sudden.

Katsuki turned around to find Kirishima's gaze. He could be so easy to read on some instance, but Katsuki learnt there was a lot of feelings kept hiding under these smiles. Nevertheless, Kirishima was earnest at heart and his eyes couldn't lie. And right now they seemed agitated. Red seeing red, Katsuki looked through his beclouded eyes and wondered when was the last time Kirishima last talked about his family's struggles, apart from that time in elementary. He frowned a bit at that memory.

"B-but it's nothing much though, just- Huh, what are you doing now ?"

"There's this girl on set, she gave me these", Katsuki said after seeking through his belongings, throwing small packets to Kirishima.

"What do you do with these ?"

"They're fucking face mask Kirishima, what you gonna do ? Fucking eat them ?" Kirishima giggled. "Now come on, Yuriko's (his granny) gonna love them."

"Shouldn't you warn your mom ?" Kirishima said, confused but smiling softly, as he followed Katsuki onto his balcony.

"Who cares, I'll just send her a text or whatever."

Self-aware much, Katsuki knew that amongst his many qualities, he wasn't really the best positivity and encouragement advisor. And that was fine, he sure wasn't going to listen to people's rumbling about their shitty life or whatever ; way too annoying.

But when it became about Kirishima, this uselessness upset him quite a bit. The little fucker deserved the happiest-honey time on this earth and fuck Katsuki for sucking as a therapist, he would never allow dark clouds to dim Kirishima's light.

"Yo granny, how's it going. Hope your bingo's partner'll be ready tomorrow cause you gonna look bomb af while they'll look like zombies, look what we got for you." Katsuki announced, as he kicked Kirishima's living room door wide open.

Thus, Katsuki, Kirishima and his granny Yuriko spent their night time drinking green tea in front of variety shows starring old and young famous people making fool about themselves live, all the while wearing face mask for younger complexion.

And as they were later all falling asleep sharing the same futon hours later, dimly lit by the soft moonlight crossing the window, Katsuki was remembering old memories from elementary in form of a dream. Younger black haired Kirishima and himself, skipping classes on some truancy ; hiding inside playground structures.

                                                                                     《 Mother's day's a dumb day anyway. It's just to suck us into capitalism and buying stuff all the time, it's just lies grown up makes. Wait 'til you hear the truth about Santa ! Plus, mother's aren't perfect at all, they lie and stuff. Mine's an evil old hag. 》

                                  《 Yeah… Mothers can be dumb… They do dumb things like… not being here for mother's day… forever… 》

                                                                Seeing that kid clinging to him, trying to act though when his knees were trembling just next to him. For the first time, little Katsuki, who never paid much interest in other kids his age, –- why would he–-, felt a weird tingly feeling inside his tummy that told him to not leave this kid alone somehow.

                                                                                                          And that feeling still hasn't left him.

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"Bakugou, you should try to seem more calm, you see ? You shouldn't feel that annoyed at her, keep in mind that your character's supposed to like her, ok ? The public needs to feel that lingering affection !", seeing as Katsuki frowned his brows, director Kim resumed. "You know what, let's all take some time, recess time for everyone, I want you all to be fresh and ready in 15 minutes !"

Katsuki sighed as he reached for his water bottle, gulping angrily– this session was starting to get on his nerve kinda.

"You sure ain't feeling the best for this role, ain't ya ?", blondie popped onto his vision-field.

"Hah ? Mind your fucking business !"

"You could be def more lit, blondie !", she raised both her thumbs with a stupidly elated expression.

"Shut the fuck up, you're blondie !"

"Ah, maybe you got me lol !"

Katsuki grinded his teeth before this exchange ; the script was cheesy as fuck and his screen partner–- Camie or something… not that he cared about her name–- was such an airhead. He kinda had already been expecting it, that the shooting would turn hard to grasp at first, considering he wasn't feeling his character ; but it still annoyed him.

"Why do I fucking care, anyway.", he sighed as he passed his hands through his bangs.

"You care 'cause it's our motto to do our best for the cam', ain't that right blondie ? Not to sound emo, but I know deep down you took this role because you highkey wanted to do good, righties ? "

"Shut up with the cheesy line."

"No way fam ! You're like real cute, so I want these scenes to be mad hotsy ok~ !",

The finger gun she offered gave him cold sweat goosebumps.

"If it really came down to that, I don't mind being your special someone's substitute tho", she gave him a slight elbow punch but her remark made him blush against his will. "What, you got a bae for realsies ?? The infamous Bakugou Katsuki ? No wayy ! But you seemed so inexperienced ?? Lol, no biggies tho ! "

"Shut you fucking mouth ! It ain't your fucking business !"

This 15 minutes recess was both too long and too short, in Katsuki's tired opinion. Fuck, he needed to focus. And to do better.

"Yooo Bakugou, looking like a zombie ! Your mom told me you were on set all day today, it was that tiring ?"

Katsuki turned his gaze towards the windows from which Kirishima was sneaking in from, <i>good timing</i> he thought. He had been rehearsing his lines for a while now, he needed a break ; and the red hair's company could only help him. He contemplated the boy's face as he was poking his cheeks.

"Shut up, I'll eat you", Katsuki said, abruptly wrestling Kirishima's neck.

"I give, I give !", the red hair giggled for Katsuki to release him. "What's so hard anyway, I thought you were genius actor.".

Katsuki let himself fall on the floor, throwing his highlighted script at Kirishima's face. And, under the filling sound of pages turning, he sighed, remembering blondie's words earlier. Thinking about his character, he eyed Kirishima pensively.

"You bet this be difficult for ya, you actually need to act thoughtful", he teased him.

"Fuck you, I'm plenty thoughtful alright."

"Alright", Kirishima hummed as he flipped the other page.

Katsuki could feel his heart tightening more and more as he contemplated. That definitely wasn't his characteristic to hesitate, damn this boy really had him all fucked up, didn't he.

"Wanna help me on my lines", he growled, as if the words were having a rough time making it.

It wasn't like it was the first time he asked Kirishima to do such a thing ; not that he usually needed help (of course not) but it was quite an efficient way to get in character better. So really, why did he feel his inside dancing around like that ; it wasn't like Kirishima would decline or anything, so keep your inside together damnit.

"Sure, if I can help !" Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou felt all tingly inside. He was really indulging, wasn't he. Saying it was only for the sake of the role…

"Cool." was all he said even though he already started diving his gaze onto those deep red eyes, positioning himself facing head on.

"Wait, do I have to get up ?"

"No, just stay that way… you're good."

Gazing into Kirishima's eyes, Katsuki tried to let his feelings boil without overflowing too much. Just… enough. This was a stupid role, but the character's love interest appeared quite similar to him if he focused enough… The love interest was, someone that had always been close to him, always by his side, never faltering no matter how hurtful he could be… Someone that looked up to him, with dazzled eyes, contemplating him as if he was a shooting star in the night sky but stars were reflecting in <i>his</i> eyes. Seeing him scintillating, Katsuki raised his hands and aimed for his arm, tightening his grip around his wrist, trying to feel if his heartbeat was beating any close to how fast his was in his presence.

"What's your problem, following me around like that.", he initiated.

"Ehm, I… I can't seem to leave you alone…", Kirishima reeled off, sounding rather dully but trying his best. Katsuki could feel his pulse beating slightly faster under his fingers.

"Well you should've, that had nothing to do with you.", Katsuki delivered as his face got slightly closer to Kirishima's, eyes still locked deeply.

"S- Sometimes, I remember the first time I saw you and my heart still beats really fast... You were so dazzling and I knew I wanted to be by your side all the time…", Kirishima seemed hesitant but his eyes appeared glowing. " And I.. I-I", he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. "I think I'm the best one for you to be with… forever ?", as he said his last words, he lifted his deep gaze into his and god damn he looked even sweeter under the softened light, Katsuki wanted to kiss him violently right here right now.

<i>But he couldn't.</i> Because those weren't Kirishima's words.

Still felt like they were though. His body temperature raised such that he felt blazed, by reflex he gripped Kirishima's wrist slightly harder. So close, yet so far.

"You're definitely the best for me, but I… Can't say the same about me."

It felt as if there gaze were intertwined together forever, when they'd only been confessing a few lines. Katsuki didn't know if it was for him only, but he swore the room temperature definitely intensified, with some new tension amplifying between them. Katsuki's straight-faced mask was unruffled as usual, but Kirishima's was so bad right now ; he burst out laughing awkwardly, hiding his crimson face inside his palms.

"Duuuuuude, this is so embarrassing ! I totally get why you don't like these scenes, aahhh", he let himself fall on his back.

"Definitely the worst scenes…", Katsuki mumbled as he let himself fall as well.

"How can you do that in front of cameras and still look cool and believable !"

"I'm genius actor after all."

"Ugh… Of course you are."

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part IV,

[5am-raining]

■ 05.01.19. // day 30 of #100dop

(later post) Oof, what a long day it's been. It actually feels like I spent a lot of the day commuting, because my first bus had to let me off about 16 minutes from my transfer because of the May Day protest blocking off downtown's main streets and I had to walk it. So I was pretty exhausted by the time I got to school. ⭕ No class today, but met with my partner for our case demo due next Wednesday. We have to act out a mock assessments as the client, so we basically created character bios for it. 😆 ⭕ Read a little bit for psychopathology. ⭕ Listened to some of my book for my weekend class on Audible. Luckily I had a free trial so I was able to download the book I haven't yet started for free. I have a LOT of reading to do before Saturday and def not enough time to do it all. 😫 ⭕ I went to the Allen Edwards lecture at UW tonight. It's a free public lecture series about #psychology that they hold annually. It's fun bc I love the #campus and it kinda breaks up the routine to go up there and pretend I'm a #student doing research psychology. 😏 They can be a little dull, but worth it just to be exposed to new ideas and think about stuff differently. ⭕ Confirmed some job details with the summer camp position. 💯👏💪Although I gotta admit, I'm very nervous about working AND taking a class. I'm barely holding my head above water as it is. Hopefully it'll be manageable and fun and not too exhausting.😬 I'll most likely be working with different rotating groups every day/week(?), so that should be fun! Some variety to keep things interesting and to get more exposure. ❌ Didn't get much done in terms of work. I have a paper to write by Monday, and a ton of work to to before this weekend... It's a lot. I was hoping I'd have more time to work on it, but I just didn't. ❌ Feeling overwhelmed yesterday and today. I need to take it a little slow the next few days and try to get things back to normal. I've had bad headaches and feeling nauseous, and I think it's mostly because of anxiety. 😓 There's been a lot going on, and I don't think staring at my computer screen so much is helping. Maybe tomorrow I should focus on reading, give the eyes a break...

[zoesrose]

TEXTS; ZOE & YAS

pt.2 - January 2021 - March 2021

JANUARY 2021

yasmin puckerman

How your sub legs doing?

zoe rose

It's fine.

yasmin puckerman

If I was you I'd be like iT's fINe wHAT??

but i'm not doing you like that, don't worry

zoe rose

that was funny

but i'm not calling you Miss

but i suppose this week, you are free to call me Zoe

or any other nicknames you're been wanting to use

yasmin puckerman

oh shit

I'm gonna have to think on that.

zoe rose

no rush, I have a feeling this week is just going to drag

yasmin puckerman

It's not all that bad. Bet you could have fun with it.

zoe rose

i doubt it

yasmin puckerman

You already got a nickname from me

zoe rose

What's that?

yasmin puckerman

you got other people callin you Sir?

zoe rose

No, but I'm not sure if I would call that a nickname

yasmin puckerman

petname

zoe rose

A petname insinuates complete freedom, you have to use a title with me

yasmin puckerman

switch up got you splitting hairs

zoe rose

It does have me on edge

yasmin puckerman

you're still gonna be the same you on the other side maybe know a little more what it's like to be me is all and Marley

zoe rose

Thank you.

Sir.

yasmin puckerman

good girl tight Goodnight Zoe.

zoe rose

What's bothering you?

yasmin puckerman

Just got that feeling. You know when you gotta get control, let off steam some of the healthy ways

zoe rose

I understand that feeling all too well.

If you find that you need to (leaf) (smoke) just let me know and I'll come to you.

yasmin puckerman

always take that offer

zoe rose

I'll be right over then

yasmin puckerman

dope

zoe rose

Are you busy tonight?

yasmin puckerman

Free as a bird.

zoe rose

Would you like to accompany me to the club? I need to let loose.

yasmin puckerman

Hell yeah. Let's do that.

yasmin puckerman

so the smight flub babes... creepy fetish murders or regular type masochists what you think?

zoe rose

I think it's the latter.

yasmin puckerman

Me too. They had a chill vibe. I’m guaranteed to like anyone that complements my right hook tho so I trust your judgement more, Sir.

zoe rose

You do have a nice right hook. It's too bad you didn't get to see mine.

yasmin puckerman

I jumped too soon. I know, I know Froggy and I am not sorry

But if we hit up their spot, that should facilitate that.

zoe rose

I'm going to add a

next to your name in my phone

Is it something you want to check out?

yasmin puckerman

thanks I hate it Yeah I think it is. What’s the worst that could happen right? If its shit we’ll leave.

zoe rose

I won't, don't worry.

If we're going to do this, I want to establish some rules first.

yasmin puckerman

You said rules and my stupid ass got horny tf But I agree. I think. What type of rules?

zoe rose

Rules for your safety.

1. You will stay in my sight at all times. 2. When I say stop, that means stop. 3. When/if I say it's time to go, there will be no questions asked. 4. When/if you say it's time to go, I will escort you out, no questions asked.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah I’m down. What about if you lose your shit, could we drop rank? Hold up do you ever lose your shit? I can’t see it now that I think about it.

zoe rose

I never lose my shit. I've been described as apathetic on more than one occasion.

yasmin puckerman

I could see it. Aight bet. Got you, Sir. Looks I got plans next Sat night

zoe rose

I'd like to make it a habit to dress you whenever we're together. If that's alright with you.

yasmin puckerman

Whenever we going out somewhere or whenever whenever I’m with you?

zoe rose

The latter is tempting, but we'll stick to the first one for now

yasmin puckerman

I’m cool with that. Had me looking good on that yacht

zoe rose

You did look good.

yasmin puckerman

Speaking of parties and next Friday, the Sylvesters are having a birthday thing. Open bar. You wanna be my escort?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

dope.

zoe rose

Apparently someone put my phone number up in the girls bathroom somewhere on campus.

yasmin puckerman

You be hitting to good. They tryin to share tips

zoe rose

It’s irritating.

yasmin puckerman

You getting a lot of takers?

zoe rose

Just one was too many, so yes.

yasmin puckerman

did you at least have then send pics? Seems like a waste.

zoe rose

You and I both know that's not how I operate.

yasmin puckerman

True. You busy rn? I’m on my way to my brother but tryin to

quick.

zoe rose

No.

yasmin puckerman

cool. can I meet you somewhere?

zoe rose

I'm behind the cafeteria.

yasmin puckerman

omw

zoe rose

(thumbs up)

zoe rose

How's your hand?

yasmin puckerman

purple

zoe rose

It's been a few days, you should have someone look at it.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah that's probably true. Oh shit you know what, I was recently told there's wholeass free medical services on this campus.

zoe rose

I want to know the outcome when you do see someone.

It's amazing what opportunities are afforded to the rich, hm?

yasmin puckerman

Got you. Just set something up for tomorrow morning. At least little ol' me caught up in the benefits. I wonder if I can find a hook up for chiropractor visits

zoe rose

Good girl.

This certainly seems like the type of place that would have something like that. I'm sure if you get a referral from the school any place in town will take it

yasmin puckerman

damn that was new in text form. read the notif off my home screen.

zoe rose

Good or bad?

yasmin puckerman

good. better in person but that's usually cause you're literally fucking me when you say it. it's my performance skills. crushing it.

zoe rose

What are your thoughts on trying something a little more domestic?

yasmin puckerman

Like what?

zoe rose

Household chores, kneeling, things like that.

yasmin puckerman

you know, chores are actually hella unimportant to submission

zoe rose

It's not about the chores.

yasmin puckerman

We could try it out.

zoe rose

That's all I'm asking for.

yasmin puckerman

Aight, you got it.

zoe rose

Thank you.

yasmin puckerman

So I was talking to your sister idk to be encouraging about the switch thing and practicing

Now she's cooking Monday night and I think I'm washing her dishes I know I don't gotta tell you that but

zoe rose

Thank you for telling me.

FEBRUARY

yasmin puckerman

You and me tomorrow right?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

dope. I’m gonna wrap my hands this time.

zoe rose

We can wrap each other's hands.

yasmin puckerman

how romantic

zoe rose

is that what the kids are considering romantic these days?

yasmin puckerman

the kids?

lol okay grandma

zoe rose

I thought it was funny

yasmin puckerman

trust me it was  

hold up, before i get called out trust me it was, Sir.

zoe rose

i'm glad i was able to make you laugh

yasmin puckerman

you know it don't take much you gonna be dressing me?

zoe rose

Yes.

And we're going to apply Vaseline on our faces, necks, and wrists.

yasmin puckerman

the ol vaseline trick, getting serious

zoe rose

It's better to be prepared.

yasmin puckerman

I can’t wait. I like seeing you like that. Badass and focused.

zoe rose

I think I might actually step into the ring tonight.

yasmin puckerman

Really?

zoe rose

I can’t let you have all the fun.

yasmin puckerman

Now I def can't wait.

zoe rose

Why’s that?

yasmin puckerman

I finally get to see if the bark matches the bite.

zoe rose

I see. I suppose you'll see tonight.

yasmin puckerman

How’s your eye?

zoe rose

Fine. The swelling is down and it’s fading.

yasmin puckerman

That’s good. Must have been my magic touch and them peas.

zoe rose

Your magic touch, huh?

yasmin puckerman

hell yeah I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight and I'll show you maaagic what what

zoe rose

♫ i got the magic stick ♪♬

yasmin puckerman

You getting in the ring again this weekend?

zoe rose

Yes. Are you?

yasmin puckerman

I might just watch you go a few rounds because a, that shit was sexy af and b, hands been fucking twinging so I should probably actually give it a minute. Tired of rubbing it out in the morning with my left hand

zoe rose

Come over in the morning. Give your left hand a rest.

yasmin puckerman

don't gotta tell me twice

zoe rose

You're missing something.

yasmin puckerman

my fault Yes, Sir

zoe rose

Good girl.

A blunt and some pussy, I can't imagine a better way to wake up.

yasmin puckerman

already know tomorrow bout to be a good day.

(smile blush) (alien)

zoe rose

liked this message

yasmin puckerman

I'm not trying to come rat a g

yo your sister just asked me to fu

it's nbd but your

you hear that one girl yesterday saying how next week is the last fight club?

zoe rose

Yes. Did you ever find out why?

yasmin puckerman

sounded like whoever funds the space is done vacationing here. do you be forgetting we are legit on a whole ass island surrounded by people with bucks. people do drop a lot in the shop but I swear I forget sometimes

zoe rose

That makes sense. Trust me, I'm constantly reminded of it.

yasmin puckerman

guess I just don't pay enough attention

zoe rose

I think it's just always something that's stood out to me. Other people being able to afford what I couldn't.

yasmin puckerman

Now we're slumming it on someone's yacht every other weekend I'm gonna miss the saturday set up tho

zoe rose

What do you think you're going to miss the most?

yasmin puckerman

besides watching you kick ass? it just feels good. Letting shit out. adrenaline I guess.

zoe rose

Yes, it was the same for me.

What if we started something like that here on campus?

yasmin puckerman

like do our own? for real?

zoe rose

Yes, why not?

yasmin puckerman

hell yeah house makes bank on books

zoe rose

The real question is: how do we invite people and still keep it a secret?

yasmin puckerman

if i'm gonna be brainstorming, i gotta be high for that

zoe rose

I think you're about to ask me something, so I'll just wait for it.

yasmin puckerman

if I just knock, does that count as asking?

zoe rose

No.

yasmin puckerman

you tryin to smoke? Sir?

zoe rose

Try again.

yasmin puckerman

do you want to smoke with me, Sir?

zoe rose

That's better, thank you. The door's open.

yasmin puckerman

You have time to chill tomorrow, Sir?

zoe rose

I was actually going to ask you the same thing.

yasmin puckerman

Oh so you was thinking about me

zoe rose

You say that like it's not something I would readily admit.

yasmin puckerman

Not gonna say I don't like hearing it confirmed.

zoe rose

I don’t mind confirming it from time to time.

yasmin puckerman

Loving the family time but, i'm trying to get away for a little bit if you know what I mean

zoe rose

I've just been in my room. Come over.

yasmin puckerman

Yessir. Already grabbed 2 cans of orange.

zoe rose

liked this message

yasmin puckerman

at least this was a good week to go smight flub-less. we still chillin tho?

zoe rose

My sister is coming over tonight, but you're free to join us.

yasmin puckerman

oh damn, I can't I need your sister thinking I'm too busy r that cool I don't wanna get all in on your time together.

zoe rose

Alright. Are you free tomorrow?

yasmin puckerman

as a bird in spring

zoe rose

I'm going to assume that means yes. I'm thinking a beach day, how do you feel about that?

yasmin puckerman

sounds dope. for a person at a school surrounded by beaches I never really hit it up. Never been a beach person

zoe rose

We'll change that tomorrow then.

yasmin puckerman

cool as long as we involve food

zoe rose

I'll have Marley make us something before she leaves in the morning.

yasmin puckerman

want me to bring sum from the toy collection, Sir?

zoe rose

Yes. It's not like me but, surprise me.

yasmin puckerman

yeah, it's hello not but, bet I got us

zoe rose

See you then.

yasmin puckerman

(peace) (alien)

MARCH

zoe rose

Do you have plans on Saturday?

yasmin puckerman

nah, I save em for yo

Nope.

zoe rose

How about Friday night and Sunday?

yasmin puckerman

you making me sound lonely af rn No, none plans. I've just been working tryin to catch up a little after taking days off with my mom here. But I have Sat off and I never work Sun

zoe rose

I want to have your whole weekend.

Please.

yasmin puckerman

in a you wanna tie me up kind of way or a that date you wanted type thi?

zoe rose

In an I would like your company for a full weekend type of way. Scenes and... just hanging out.

yasmin puckerman

Ok dope, I'm in I get off work at 7 on Friday.

zoe rose

Excellent. Consider these orders. From 7pm Friday to 7am Monday morning.

yasmin puckerman

you got it, Sir.

zoe rose

loved this

yasmin puckerman

finished that flyer. Imma make copies at work today

zoe rose

I can't wait to see what you come up with.

yasmin puckerman

maybe I can get some thrown up tonight on the low after you get a look at it

zoe rose

I'll come with you.

yasmin puckerman

dope

zoe rose

These new deans are something else, hm?

yasmin puckerman

I legit had to look bc someone asked me about new rules I’m

zoe rose

I'd rather not tempt fate. Let's find a venue off campus.

yasmin puckerman

whatever you say boss

zoe rose

I'll ask my connect what he knows.

yasmin puckerman

it was only a matter of time before this school tried somethin to put it’s program students in their place. Not here for it. But also can’t catch me giving a shit about a legacy status They can go on, I’m chillin

zoe rose

I've been expecting this as well. Doesn't even phase me when they pull the status card.

yasmin puckerman

the less I think about it the less likely I am to get pissed so, best for everyone

zoe rose

I should be back with Marley soon. Would you like something to eat?

yasmin puckerman

imma be honest, the answer is yes but also I raided your snack stash already Those sweet chili Doritos are

zoe rose

Those weren't mine.

yasmin puckerman

oh shit, then I owe ya roomie a bag of chips

zoe rose

I'm bringing tacos from that place you like.

yasmin puckerman

yesss How did you know I was craving tacos? Damn that just gave me a boner

zoe rose

I had a hunch, I suppose.

zoe rose

How are you feeling today?

yasmin puckerman

Good. I’m tight. No welts or anything.

zoe rose

And your headspace?

yasmin puckerman

Fine. I’m fucking fabulous today. And yesterday. I was fine on Saturday.

zoe rose

Okay, good.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah solid

zoe rose

Are you still up?

yasmin puckerman

Yeah

zoe rose

Come over?

yasmin puckerman

I would but I did a scene and I can’t leave.

zoe rose

Alright.

yasmin puckerman

Look, I was feeling some type of way and I needed to switch it up so You good?

zoe rose

Yes, why wouldn't I be?

yasmin puckerman

Idk It’s a perfectly valid question. You asked, I can. I mean, you didn’t right now but you did

zoe rose

I asked because it's my job as the Dominant to check in on your after an intense scene.

yasmin puckerman

fuck off and Dominants don’t? Damn, wait that came out fast I’m having a whole day. I meanT. Dominant’s need aftercare too

zoe rose

My aftercare was having you spend the night with me and keeping you close.

yasmin puckerman

Ok good wtf are you making me explain me asking how you are? I feel like I’m tripping

zoe rose

You just asked like something else was wrong with me. I misunderstood.

yasmin puckerman

oh my bad I don’t know why I’m so fucking touchy right now I switched my birth control so maybe I’m hormonal

zoe rose

I would like to see you when you're next free.

yasmin puckerman

Tomorrow?

zoe rose

Tomorrow night you're staying with me. These are orders.

yasmin puckerman

good call official orders for the new rules Yessir

zoe rose

liked this

yasmin puckerman

You coming by right? I picked up on my way home from work.

you wanna taste it?

zoe rose

Say less. Yes, I'm coming over. Damn you look good.

yasmin puckerman

It's GG4 and  

And I'm wet so, please hurry?

zoe rose

Please hurry, what?

yasmin puckerman

please come get your tongue on me, Sir? I had a DAY. Got you a blunt rolled already and my legs open

zoe rose

That's better. I'll be right over.

yasmin puckerman

are you busy?

zoe rose

No.

yasmin puckerman

I need your help with something

zoe rose

Try that again.

yasmin puckerman

fuck yo for real not right n

I need your help with something please

no, damn. do I really have to do this when its an emerg

Can you help me with something, Sir?

Look I gotta slip out right now or I'm gonna be locked out. I tried to do it myself but I can't fucking get it and I'm gonna lose my shit if I have to deal with this all night. And there's only so many ppl I trust if it can't

zoe rose

Come over.

yasmin puckerman

thank god ok I'm running.

yasmin puckerman

h ey

zoe rose

Having a good night?

yasmin puckerman

I did but I could be having a bett er 1

zoe rose

And how's that?

yasmin puckerman

yeah caus imma need your assistannce i'm gonna fall in the tub

zoe rose

What are you doing?

yasmin puckerman

mmmmmm busy being busy I was think in abt you

zoe rose

Are you touching yourself, Yasmin?

yasmin puckerman

oooooh full namin me you're so cute

zoe rose

That doesn't answer my question.

yasmin puckerman

don't you wanna sho w me how no cute you are or sum?'

zoe rose

Seems like you're still missing something.

yasmin puckerman

porn.gif

can you com  over so I can ride you, please sir?

zoe rose

I'll be right over.

yasmin puckerman

goodgirr (blushsmile x2)

[the-little-prophet]

Red Light, Green Light || Dream Journal

Summary: While struggling to control his visions, Charlie’s recurring nightmare delivers a devastating twist  TW for descriptions of a car crash and injured bodies

The dream starts with a single red light, blinking.

The air clings muggy, like someone is breathing against the back of Charlie’s neck. He cannot place his body in space, not at first. Sometimes this is how the dreams start: Charlie, floating, like an angel above the rest. The light blinks. It blinks, waiting to change. It blinks, and then Charlie’s feet are on the ground and the smell of petrol thickens on Charlie’s tongue. He breathes fumes and remembers-- backwards.

Screeching tires. A scream.

His voice.

Running.

The light blinks.

The light blinks, time restarts, and he is chasing after someone, the world blurring on either side of him like smears of paint. His throat strains as he screams. Something cracks under his feet. Ahead glows light: one light, one red light. Then, blinking, it turns green.

The crash claps louder than thunder.  

Fast-forward: his trainers hit gravel road, kicking up chipped rock and dust. Smoke churns, a cloud of it. The car has veered off the road and nosedived into two trees. Its crushed, the hood folded around the trunks, as fragile as skin. Liquid gushes, splattering and soaking the soil. Something groans. Charlie thinks about his oldest patients, who fold themselves as small as they can, into crescent moons around themselves, and cry…

He jerks toward the smoking, crumbling car, but there is a body sprawled across the street only so many meters away.

The light blinks above the body. It burns green, and then: blink. In the snap of two fingers. In the tick of the hand of a clock. It burns red.

  “You have had recurring dreams before,” said Charlie’s therapist.

Tuesday, 14:00 on the dot, Charlie stumbled hollow-eyed into his psychologist’s office for his long-standing weekly check-up. He sat as he always did across from Janet, rubbing his palms compulsively every few minutes across his chicos. His therapist had his dream journal open across her lap where Charlie’s very careful scrawl has attempted to illustrate every single detail of his last night terror. Except it wasn’t just last night’s terror. It was the night before’s, and the night before’s, and the night before’s…

Since after Weirdmageddon, the car crash had slowly trickled in to replace his visions of pyramids, faceless mouths and toothy eyes. It was all he saw. Before Weirdmageddon, maybe he’d listen to his therapist. She didn’t know about Weirdmageddon though. He’d not written about Cipher. He’d destroyed his drawings.

“The dream keeps evolving,” Charlie repeated himself. He rubbed at his trousers again. “They don’t do that, not-- consistently.”

“You haven’t been rewriting the ending,” said Janet.

“It keeps changing.”

“Charlie. You have to do the exercises that we practice.”

“But it keeps changing. Like, it’s one of those crafts where you scratch away the black and there’s a picture underneath. I see more, every time, so if I just keep...”

“Charlie,” Janet said, much gentler.

Charlie rubbed his palms against his trousers again, thinking of the body tossed like a doll in the middle of the road. There hadn’t been a body before; there had only been the car.

“Charlie,” said Janet. “Forget for the moment that there are things you don’t know. Take the dream as it is now. Rewrite it for me-- let’s do it together. Tell me what you would do. You know the answer, it’s just like any dream with an earthquake or a fire or a tornado…”

Charlie thought of the body again. His rewritten ending, like every other rewritten ending, is already penned page-after-page through his journal.

“I’d save them,” said Charlie.

  The dream starts with a single red light, blinking.

The air rumbles with the muffled growl of motorcycle exhaust, too loud to hear anything else. When the car comes, it streaks like a bullet out of the black. The impact explodes like a bomb and Charlie flies through the air.

He sees stars, splattered like drops of blood across the purpled sky.

He watches the light, still red, until he cannot watch it anymore.

  The dream starts with a single red light, blinking.

Then music, everywhere. Bass-heavy, synth-infused music, blasting out of stereos. Red cups litter the ground, some stomped on and smashed in the middle--

(like the car crushed, curled around the tree, smoke coughed out of the broken hood)

Charlie tries to part the crowd. He searches the faces of strangers. He’s looking for someone--

(a body, starfished across the street.)

 Charlie’s father was sat where he always was on Wednesday evenings: in front of the TV, his dinner tray propped on the side table near his favourite, brown-cushioned recliner. He sat in that chair so often that Charlie had begun to think that the recliner and his father were growing together-- his father’s cushion of a stomach soft and expandable, his mousey mop of brown hair and beard the same colour as that fabric.

Charlie came into the front of the house quietly and heard the sportscasters from the doorframe as he took off his shoes and lined them up near the corner of the door, out of the way. He couldn’t understand anything the talking heads were saying, but it was June, which meant baseball season. His dad’s favourite season.

He tip-toed toward the living room, smelling dinner-- leftovers. Stir-fried rice and grilled chicken, which Charlie had prepped two days before for the both of them. Normally, he’d heat himself up a bowl and sit at the kitchen table, do a bit of studying while his father sat in the living room, watching TV. That was how they ate dinner on nights when Charlie was around for dinner. Separate rooms, little conversation.

“You home tonight?’ said Buck from his recliner, and he leaned around to look at Charlie.

“Er, yeah, I don’t have another shift till tomorrow,” he said. “After my TA class?”

“Oh. Oh yeah. Right,” grunted Buck. He looked back at the television.

Charlie lingered “Are the Angels playing…?” he asked.

“What? Er, no. Tomorrow. This is the Braves vs. the Toronto Blue Jays.”

Charlie stepped toward the living room, letting his bag fall down off his one shoulder. “Er, which one do we…”

“The Braves-- the Atlanta Braves.” His dad gestured toward the screen. Right, right, Canada was the hat America pissed in, an opinion his father insisted he had held long before his ex-wife had shacked up with a psychology professor and began teaching at the University of Toronto. “You wanna watch?”

“Uh...yeah,” said Charlie. But he was thinking of something else (thinking of a body, thinking of a tail of smoke, thinking of a car). “Though-- well-- I had a question. Um. About-- cars.”

Buck Little looked away from the television again, right at him. His thick brows jumped up his forehead. “Cars?” He grabbed the remote and paused it. “Cars? Like, drivin’ em? You finally want your license?”

“No, no, def--definitely not. I was just uh, wondering about um, looking under the hood of one sometime-- maybe? Like, learn about the--exhaust or the car...car hose thing and-- stuff.”

And Buck Little laughed, chokin’ up a chuckle that quickly turned into a one-off cough he dispelled into the side of his curled fist. Charlie felt his face go hot and red (Dad couldn’t tell in the dark like this, the only light the artificial glow from the television screen) but his father was smiling at him. And Charlie knew why. His father loved when his know-it-all, pre-med, straight-A son knew nothing at all.

“You have no idea what’s under the hood to begin with, do ya, kiddo?”

“Uh-- haha, yeah, nope,” said Charlie. “Yeah, I got absolutely no idea.”

“Well! This is recorded anyway,” grunted Buck. He put a hand against the arm of the chair to hoist himself up. He grunted a second time, but this one was wheezy, strained-- the sound of his dad in pain.

Charlie, surrounded by patients in all kinds of pain from all kinds of illnesses and sicknesses, who had only ever known his father as an injured man, could catalogue that exact noise.

It made him tense, his eyes darting down to their off-white carpet.

His father grunted again. He grabbed the cane propped by his recliner. He mumbled a curse or two under his breath (Charlie knew those too: Shit knee, his father went. Damn fuckin’ knee.) He limped a couple steps then got his momentum. “Well, you comin’, kiddo? Wanna bring one of those notepads of yours, so you don’t forget everything I say?”

“Oh! Yes, great-- great idea! Yeah, thanks, lemme just…” Charlie unzipped his bag and dug on through, looking for one of his notebooks and special Midliner pens.

His dad headed in a straight line, through the kitchen toward the garage. “Race ya!” he called back, and he laughed a little louder at himself as Charlie scurried after.

 The dream starts with a single red light, blinking.

Screeching tires. A scream.

The crash claps louder than thunder.  

Fast-forward: his trainers hit gravel road, kicking up chipped rock and dust. Smoke churns, a cloud of it-- white smoke, he realizes now, and he knows what that means. The car has veered off the road and nosedived into two trees. Its crushed, the hood folded around the trunks, as fragile as skin.

Engine coolant gushes from the radiator, splattering and soaking the soil. The radiator has been pulverized: punched in like one of those red plastic cups, cracked and now leaking.

Loss of coolant from a broken radiator leads to engine overheating and head gasket failure. Engine overheating and flammable fluids can lead to explosions. Explosions lead to fire. Death.

Charlie runs toward the car, not the body. Charlie is rewriting the ending.

Charlie’s trainers squelch into the ditch. He yanks the door open and reaches in, grabbing the body and easing them into his arms. Their weight landslides into him and his knees buckle. The smoke continues to billow around him as he inches back, dragging the body up, up, their heels dragging muddy lines through the grass then scraping across the road. The person in his arms is not anyone he recognizes, not even when he lays them out on the other side of the ditch, checks their airway, checks their pulse, checks their superficial wounds. He has seen such triages happen in the loud, crowded ER of his hospital, only a few miles away, and he speeds through the steps like a well-programmed robot.

The road is empty (where is this?) and the light is still red.

Charlie leaves his first patient, slipping on the ditch as he scrambles back onto the road, toward the second body in the street.

She has been tossed through the air. Hit, blunt-force trauma, by the front of the car before it careened into the tree. Her limbs splay unnaturally, her face turned up toward the sky. He runs toward her and has the steps of his next triage lined up in mental checkboxes. Airway, Breathing, Circulation. Its just ABCs and 123s. ABCs and 123s.

“Can you hear me? Ma’am, can you hear me, I’m going to chec--”

Charlie stops.

The light blinks red. 

Lit by moonlight, Alana’s hair looks almost purple and her skin a pale, unnatural white. She is bloodied and she is broken. She does not look like she is breathing. Eyes closed, she is peaceful--  like she is sleeping. Like she is dreaming.

But it is her. It is her, it is Alana Triton.

Charlie screams. He scrambles to her side, his fingers fumbling to find a pulse. “Alana, Alana, Alana,” he babbles, but Alana’s heart does not beat. “Alana, Alana, Alana, please!”

And then the car catches alight in the corner of his eye, and as the flames burst, the light blinks green.

[49scribes-a]

{--Everybody in this stream was fucking HIGH.--}

He's either also cold or he's going through withdrawals, one of the two.

No he's having a seizure

STOP BOUNCING DEAK

All those burnt corpses look like bacon to me

Crispy dragon-charred bacon

Human jerky

I’d love some jerky rn

Id push you

BACKFLIP BACK FLIP

you're a COWARD. GO TO THE TOP

NO

EMBRACE THE JUMP

EAGLE JUMP

jfc

theres a hay pile at the bottom waiting to catch you. youll be fine

because physics works for you in this game

t his isn't assasin's c r e ed

yes it is. right?

Wrong game

that's what we're watching?

theres is clearly hay

i see parkor

hay and parkour= ass creed

exact

HRDCORE PARKOR

lavi looks like a hobbit ngl. i mean deak

hes gonna steal the ring from gollum

can u see the eye of mordor

hes carrying it

it is

jump. you'll live

Holy shit I survived

TOLD U

the eye of mordor is mobile now

it was great

7/10

TOLD U UR IL CHILD BEARING BONES WOULD CATCH YOU - THEYRE SPRINGY AND RESILIENT

U did it

congrdeurtions

am i having a stroke

Ashdjsjdk

idk - were all varying seconds behind of each other. so mavbe

Who keeps a deer pelt with bread smh

makes sense

That’s why they all sick in Skyrim

the deer pelt is surprisingly sterile

can't have the babes

its the most sterile thing in thie fucking game

you're right

i cant believe deak is aa hobbit

idk if its gonna keep your bread all spongy tho

just wrap it tight. it'll be fine

I mean it was stale so probably not

and your breads gonna tste kinda funny

tHTAT'S PRETTY

SKYRIM IS PRETTY

Noice

AESHTETIC

I CAN TYPE I SWEAR

straight up

r U havin' a stroke?

mE VISION KEEPS BLURRING

I wanna go somepe similar to skyrim, take up residency in n bandoned castle. spruce it up

go to europe

and then pretend im a ghost haunting it when visitor come

they have random "castles"

tHAT SKY THO

SCREEN SHOTS. NICE. GOOD CHOICE

I dont want [castles] I want C A S T L E S

we all have dreams

sweet dreams are made of thiiissss

My dream is to be able to spell astetic

who am i to disagree

you men bees

Asthmatic

mean*

travel the world and the seven seas

Jesus Christ

aesthetic?

Yes that one!

antsthetic

I wanna lick the sugar candy in the sky

Aesthetic !!

antstetic?antstatic?ant static

aunt stacy

A e s t h e t I c

that sounds like something Ant-Man would say

sunnylantern gets it = w=

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUND UN DUN DUN ANT MAAAAANNN H A

Why is that corpse thiccer then I am

duran duran hungry like the wolf

wait, I missed the corpse

we have to go back for the corpse

go back for the corpse, tho

leave NO man behind

you mean jeky

jerky*

no it's jeky

nO

okay, I thought I saw a shadow back there and it looked like a werewolf

we do not waste jerky

Bacon

Mmmmm Bacon....

bc u cannibals wanna eat them

it might have been

don't waste good meat

jfc

Meat is meat

meat is meat. yes

they dead they don't care

exactly

bacon is delicious as hell

MEAT MEAT MEAT

HEATHENS

sos jerky

ALL OF U

U'R A HEATHEN 2 DON'T PLAY COY

scuse you - were pagan

i'm an angel

sounds fake

idk what ur talking about

wOW

it does sound fake

Im pure so I mean

We're all heathens

sounds fake

we're all heathens yes

all my friends are heathens

take it slow

take it slow

(twenty one pilots voice) all my friends are heathens-GDI

TOO SLOW.

TAKE IT SLOW

LMAO

wait for them to ask u who u kno

please don't make

i forgot the damn lyrics

any sudden moves

any sudden moves

AAYY

pfffbbbbt

u don't know the half of the abuse

Y’all remember all that smh

XD

hell yeah man

it catchy

Can’t even remember my middle name

s AM E

same

adopt a child. it's time

tbh - replace remembering our names with more important infrmation, like musical lyrics...people use those alot

my middle name is simple as heck. it's only 3 letters

adopting children usually doesn't go well; just look at doug

dic

Hige. No.

ann

but

No

Mine is four and yet :->

dick:smiley:

mine is 5 letters

NO. Dicks.

mINE IS FOUR

yep, that's my middle name. u caught me

mines four too

Ahsjdjdjd

Maybe we all have the same middle name

i'm Liz Dick now

LMAO

Liz dick taylor

'cause we all have the same middle name

has a nice flow

it does doesn't it?

not me

i'm proud of my name

mine is 3 letters

naw. it's Dick now

its four now

Nope, it three

FINE. Dic

ass

U CAN BE THE HALF SSED DIC

there u go

Hjssjjs

oh yeaaaa

sounds like that's yours, isa

OOOHHH

wow

DANG

: )

SNAP

isa ass

isass

has a ring

ees ass

isa sass

Eat a ss

thees assthesis

isa's ass

prometheous

you're all terrible

w he e z e s

WHERE DO U GET THAT. FROM ISA ASS.

rhymes with thesis

prometheass

that name makes me uncomfortable

I want that as my new name

hahahahahah

Prod the a sa

i blame the movie and all the movies that's connected to that one. I get nightmares

don't worry i'll protect you

really tho, me middle name means darling in french so

aren't u special

i'm an angel

meanie

all of u can fight me

u'r an angle, isa

ur no angel, isa

My middle name is from my great grandmother

I was named aftar a slutty country singer. and a car

PHHHHTTTT

i was named after *no one*

a car and a country singer. fuck me

my middle name is Spanish

lucky

QUESO

i'm hispanic and my middle name ain't hispanic :confused:

UR MIDDLE NAME IS QUESO

THREE LETTERS, HIGE

KSO

3 LETTERS, HIGE

osHIT

I'm hispanic and all my names be hispanic

THAT HAPPENED

the kink cavern

the falling cavern

u and deak gonna kink it up in here

WHy

wait ....still children in this. nvm

because it's expected

Looks like stds grow there ngl

deak is a child. cover his eyes

WH A T. WHERE DID THAT GO TO. WHY IT COLLAPSE JUST NOW

See that’s the stds falling from the roof

you guys are behind me, my gosh. that happened like 10 seconds ago

too much sex in this ramshackle place

No one cleans that place

no one needs to. don't get paid enough for that shit

its the jizz....it gets between the cracks and degrades the foundation

between teh /cracks/

KEK

Can’t people f uck in the bed like normal humans

naw son. too vanilla, they get bored

i

omg

wow

Back in my day we used beds and called it woohoo

this is not SIMS

back in my day, we got in bed and wrestled

i'M CR YGIN

AGSHDJSJ that’s where all my sex ed comes from shdjsjd

Back in my day we fucked on the floor like REAL MEN

WHOA NOW. CALM URSELF

COVER THINE EYES, CHILDREN

Crying my lord

I'M TOO ACE FOR THIS

YOU BETTER BE PRAYIN TO UR LORD AND NOT CRYIN

back in my day, we walked 4 miles with ONE FUCKIN' SHOE

relatable

and we shared between 5 of us

Through the snow

ok but same

bc I ate the other shoe

gdi hige

hige thought it was jerky

I did

it was jerky

Must of burnt it

Anything chewy nd tough is jerky

ye bro. learn from hige

...skin?

def

ye

n o

y e

skin is the jerkiest of all

And I’m the one that needs to pray

and the people are jerky, too 'cause they're jerks sometimes

Take the pot

smoke the pot

^^^^to both

I mean-cogh

dO NOT SMOKE THE POT. JFC HIGE

taste the pot

smell the pot

be the pot

BE the pot, yep

be the pot

It’s pn legal now

why are you HERE

smoke that khajiit drug thing

why did you come back to the kink dungeon

DO IT

we're all pots now

i'm a potu'r a pot

we're all pots

or drink it, i don't remember what it is

moonshine

Does the room smell like pot?

I put a pot on me head and nw im a pot head

. . .

IT'S ALL OGRE NOW

I...

y did u make me read that with my own 2 eyes

wait wrong reference

NO

-leaves-

That’s a bad ref

i h8 isa

whe ez e s

Nasty

i'ms or ry

Talk about HEATHEN

go sit in the corner and think about what u've done

u'r no angel

they cant, the corners are mine. all of them

fuckin' share

u already knew this, liz

i did

I Still remember that video like tbwas uesterdyayb

lucifer was an angel too

Was

yesterday

T'was

luifer is still pretty hot I hear

Gdi

SHUT UP

-eye brow wiggle-

omg

hoNHON

EIFFEL TOWER

ur banned from my next stream, hige

BAGUETTE

NO TEW2 FOR YOU

EIFFEL TOWER

NO. PLS. ILL BE GOOD

BAGUETTE

The Eiffel Tower reminds me of something else but idk why

B A N N E D

ILL CALL YOU MASTER AND WEAR A SHOCK COLLAR AND EVERYTHING

goodbye hige

PLS

doug's got that eiffel tower dick. bye

-pBFT

that pill dick

Hm.

i'll see myself out

more like

Wait was there an anime with an Eiffel Tower :thinking:

there was a show with an eiffel tower. and a lady bug,and a cat, and moths

chaat noir

it was cray

Miraculous Ladybug

Nah thinking of something ten times as traumatizing

wow u guys got it

sCREAMS

y that

o 3 o

sCREAMS TOO

But it might of just been a Tower

I watch it every now and then

are u sacrificing deak to the old gods

and the new

the new season?

gotta go fast. gotta go fast

Are u making jerky

OH new gods

gOTTA GO FASTER FASTER FF -FF-F-F-F-F-FASTER

honey you've got a big storm comin'

SANIC X

I was singing that during one of my streams

u didnt stutter over the Faster part. it doesnt count

I did tho

i have to go make jerky

this music still makes me think of South Park Stick of Truth

pats gently

Sleep is for the weak

And i. Am v weak

whimps. sleep is for the dead

grnted. we are all very dead inside already so....

Guess y’all better get me a coffin then cause imma be sleep in an hour probs. Maybe two. Depends on how much my dog wants to piss me off tonight

SCREAMS THO I FINALLY GOT A FIRE STARTED AND IT CRASHED

LMAO

Rip fire

RIP KIT

no fire

It burned too bright

only suffering

tiger tiger burning bright

Face the dark and cold like a dragon

fuckin capitilism

U can do it kit. Build that fire

How do u skill up in camping ?

Desk looks short.

Deak*

no. hes desk now

he's always been desk

your kindling loks like dog turds

They do I know my dog turds

ive stepped in enough dog shit to know my turds

I’ve picked up enough dog crap to know mine

baaah

Except those look like old ones. All cold and dried out

why do u need the fire anyway

Warmth, light, happiness

DEAK WAS STRANGLING A RAT BEFORE IT CRASHED

Yuh oh

I HEARD ITS LIL ANGRY RAT SOUNDS

The rat crashed the game to live

Rat god

rat ruh raggy

Why kill a werewolf when u can date kne

This little meter shows wet and cold. Gotta keep em down.

thats bswe all know lavis always wet bc hes a horny rabbit

IAHSJSJSJS

I mean u know rabbits...

Wear a coat and u will be warm

gotta hump like theres no tomorrow

Sex keeps u warm..I think

Actually I don’t know:thinking:

id imagine to bodies that sit at 98 degrees F while doing nthing get pretty hot when pressed together and doing activities that raise your blod pressure

thats like a 400 degree sauna right there if my maths right. pretty toasty

....that makes me wanna never do anything cause Thats HOT

goodsex is bad - its how babies are made and we dont want none of that

Condoms are a thing

so are holes and accidents

Ajsjsjsj being gay means no babies

Why do u think Im here

W o w

U

bruh

They’re happy accidents

Tru, Hays where the other half of my sex ed comes in. One half is sims the other is p orn

they are good teachers. pornhub is good to us

Yeah on what not to do I found some kessed up stuff. That’s where I found that shrek video

Spongeknob squarenuts

I can honestly say I have seen worse. Anime p orn is another layer of hell

And then there were three

Wow what a cool dog

THE THREE AMIGOS. THE THREE MUSKETEERS. NOW WITH LESS BLACK SPOTS. or was that treasure island-squints-

That was treasure island

Wood looks so crunchy

I read moby dick, the three musketeers, treasure island, huckleberry fin, tom sawyer and a few others but. fuck me if I remember them in their entirety

I read that as “I read my dick” and I was very concerned

wood - the original forbidden fruit

DEAK GT TURBERCULOSIS

Is that a naked man

prbsi mean this is sex dungeon

My god. Worst kink

why two lil kids re crwling around it giving themselves aids is beyound me

This is the least sexy sex dungeon let’s be real here. No mood lighting, cold. No r and b music. Where’s the pizzazz

maybe they played music on the bones

Yeah cause that’s sexy//

it is if ur a skeleton fucker in the undertale fandom

Do NOT. I have nightmares about that fandom

I can no longer look at a naked anatomical skeleton in all casual and comfort anymore

Wow really just moved the money for that gold

Honestly seeing them with dicks that are blue and glowing is just. V bad. I have seen so many things. and every time I see an actual factual human skeleton now. its all I see

I’m glad are the men here in this dungeon are napping so well

and I am very uncomfortable with naked skeletons

Aren’t all.:.skeletons naked ?

Guess they are wearing skin...

Deaks hair is Cheeto colored which is honest such a look:tm: you rub your hand through deaks hair. your fingers come back stained with neon orange dust

Cheeto dandruff

whose playin the meat sticks again

what

i heard the meaty slaps

i still hear them

alright. go gather your quotes you quote whore

[petitrenard]

93 XRT

It was 2:35 a.m. & Birdie was smoking a joint on her bed. The third floor walk up apartment on Kenmore Avenue was sweltering, even with the windows open. Temperatures had been near 100 for the fourth day in a row and the power grid finaly said fuck it about 10 minutes ago. Chicago settled in for a city wide blackout with Birdie well prepared to smoke it out.

Her mom had given her an old radio for weather emergencies. Her dad had given her a bottle of High West double rye for the exact same reason. She felt sure this qualified as a weather emergency and poured herself a drink while she dialed in 93 XRT.

The blackout didn’t bother Birdie. She really loved nights like this - dark, quiet and bathed in moonlight - like she existed in a world made only for her. These nights where secrets exist in the open for those brave enough to share. She was many things in life, but at heart she was an indulgent creature and her greatest indulgence was pleasure. Mellow weed, good whiskey and a long, intense masturbation session, those were her plans to get through.

She found XRT - their backup generators kept them going - and Emma Mac was at the wheel. “It’s a bit of a night out there Chicago and we’re gonna ride this weird wave together. I’m gonna do something we don’t get to do too often on XRT, but it’s 2:35 a.m., the city is dark and I’m in the booth.” And with that, the crackle of vinyl popped over the radio and the first few sounds of Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” started. Fuck yes.

Birdie lit some candles, pulled out her vintage Playboy collection and perched herself at the head of her bed straddling her body pillow. Ever since she was a teenager, she was able to make herself cum by rubbing her thighs together and pressing her belly into a pillow. Tonight, she needed to cum.

She reached over to open her windows even more and she saw her new neighbor walking into the courtyard. While she didn’t say anything, the smell of the joint must’ve hit him and he raised his head and looked directly at her open window. He made eye contact and nodded. Birdie returned the favor and then slunk a little lower in her bed.

She didn’t know much about him except that he was a musician/ bartender and moved in with his girlfriend about two weeks ago. Whatever his story was, he was cute, but she definitely wasn’t into musicians. One top 10 song about her was enough.

Suddenly she heard her name coming from the courtyard...sort of quietly. “Birdie. Hey, Birdie.” It was the new neighbor. “Hey Birdie. We haven’t met officially, I’m Jay. I’m your new neighbor.”

“What’s up Jay.” she said as a matter of fact rather than actual question.

“Um...I was wondering if you might be able to come down here and let me in to the building? I didn’t bring my keys to work tonight because I use the code to get in - but I guess the buzzer isn’t working because of the power outage.”

Birdie was feeling herself - in that she was beginning to feel the pleasant effects of good whiskey, good weed and good erotica - so she responded a little more snarky than she intended. “I’m sorry I can’t walk downstairs. I’m in my pajamas. Why don’t you call your old lady to let you in?”

“My old lady? You mean Emma?”

“Yeah, why don’t you call Emma?”

“Well, first off, Emma’s not my old lady, she’s my sister. Second, she’s in Wisconsin this weekend camping and third, who the fuck talks like that? Old lady. What are you, some biker momma from a Russ Meyer movie?”

And with that, Birdie liked him. He didn’t take shit, but he wasn’t a dick about it. She popped up from her bed and looked out the window.  “All right, Jay. How about this. How about I drop my keys down to you? Then you can bring them back up to me. Win-win.”

“Sounds good, I’ll wait here.”

“I don’t see as you have much of a choice.” Birdie set down her whiskey on the windowsill got off her bed and walked to her front door to get her keys. She passed through the kitchen and grabbed another glass. It wasn’t even three minutes she was gone when the summer sky opened up. When she walked back to the window, Jay was drenched.

“Oh fuck, Jay!” she giggled, “I’m sorry, I hurried.” She shimmied open the screen and dropped the keys down to Jay. He caught them and quickly opened the door. Birdie poured 3 fingers of whiskey into the second glass and topped off hers as she went to her front door. Jay came bounding up the stairs and went straight to Birdie’s.

Before he could knock, she shoved a drink out as a peace offering for giggling. He took the drink from her hand and before he could give her keys back, the hand had retreated and came back out with a joint. Jay laughed and slowly pushed open the door.

The first thing he noticed was her smile and the second was the stacks of books, canvases and art supplies nestled into every possible spot in the living room. Instantly he smiled “Thanks for throwing down your keys.” Birdie smiled even wider. “You’re welcome. I’m just your every day Chicago hero.”

Jay shook his head, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’m glad you were up. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be standing out there in the rain instead of about to jump into the shower at my apartment”

“I’m glad I was able to help. Welcome to the building.”

Jay took a sip of his whiskey and not wanting to overstay his welcome, walked out the door to his apartment. “I’ll bring this back tomorrow, if that’s ok.” Birdie nodded yes and watched him as he bent over to grab the spare key under the doormat outside his apartment. It wasn’t there. He muttered under his breath and turned back sheepishly to Birdie. “It seems that the spare key isn’t under there.”

Birdie didn’t say anything, she just opened up her front door and stood aside. “Do you want to stay here tonight? You can take a shower. I’m not a perv so I won’t try and watch or anything.” Jay couldn’t help it and he started to laugh. “Thanks for letting me know, I was worried. Yeah, I’d love to spend the night and take a shower.”

She was delighted for the company. The thought of masturbating in her bed while Jay lay just on the other side of the wall made her heart beat a little faster. Hm, maybe she was a perv. “Let me get you a towel and make up the couch for you.” She went digging in her hall closet.

The wind and rain had picked up a bit and had cooled down the apartment considerably. During a flash of lightning Jay noticed she was wearing a ratty Def Leppard half top and white panties with a small pink bow on the front. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a joint was dangling from her lips and she had white paint specks behind her ear. He tripped over a stack of canvases wedged behind her Chesterfield.

He was busy putting them back in their stack behind her couch when he glanced into her bedroom. It smelled like vanilla and bourbon and was glowing in candlelight. He finished with the canvases and inched closer to the doorway to get a better look.

He saw the whiskey on the windowsill as well as Playboys scattered on the bed. XRT was crackling over the airwaves. “Birdie, what is it you do?”

She was walking back towards him from the hallway. “Well, if I’m honest with myself, right now I’m living off family money while I get my MFA from the Art Institute. But let’s talk about that another day and tonight, let’s call me a multi-media artist.”

“A not pervy, multi-media artist. Got it.”

“The least pervy, most hero multi-media artist.”

She handed him a towel, “Go take a shower and I’ll get your bed ready out here.” He headed into the bedroom towards the bathroom to take his shower.

There were more candles in the bathroom and when he closed the door, the whole room was illuminated. He took off his wet clothes and started a cold shower. Jay only needed a minute and then jumped out and grabbed the towel. He debated putting his clothes back on, but they were soaked and that option was less than appealing. Instead, he draped them across the marble bench in the shower stall and wrapped himself in the towel.

Birdie knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey. My cousin left some basketball shorts here last time he visited. They’re clean if you want to wear them instead of getting back into your wet clothes.” Jay opened the door and Birdie stepped back. He was wrapped in a towel, dripping wet and sipping his whiskey. Fuck. He was super cute when he was half naked.

She was holding a kimono in one hand and the basketball shorts in the other. “What’s with the kimono?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t know if you’d think it was weird to wear someone else’s shorts - even if they’d been washed, so I grabbed my silk kimono. You’re probably not weird about wearing a silk kimono. That seems like a pretty specific thing to be weird about.”

He nodded his head in agreement but took the basketball shorts anyway. “I’m not weird about the shorts, thanks.” Instead of going back into the bathroom, he simply slipped them on under his towel - Birdie watched.

Jay noticed his audience and took the opportunity to tease, “As a self proclaimed not pervy hero multi-media artist, I thought you weren’t going to watch.”

Birdie felt a rush of adrenaline go straight through her because she didn’t realize how intently she was watching him. “I said I wouldn’t watch you shower. Everything else is fair game.”

“You like to watch. Good to know.”

Something about the way he said that excited Birdie. She had thought he was cute before, but now she wanted to fuck him. Of course she didn’t say that. She just stood there awkwardly for a moment, until she composed herself and walked to the windowsill to pick up her whiskey glass.

“I made up your bed on the couch. I’m sure you’re tired from a long night at work.” It wasn’t until she turned around that she realized the Playboys were just hanging out right on her bed - for anyone - but specifically for Jay to absolutely see. Birdie instantly decided how she was going to handle this moment and without missing a beat continued, “As you can see, I was just getting into something, so...”

“...so I’ll let you get back to it.” Jay finished her sentence, raised his glass and started walking towards the door. He walked slowly past Birdie and she felt his hard dick brush her thigh. Of course, he was wearing basketball shorts, so she didn’t need to feel it to know he was hard.

He was almost at the door when she said, “I wouldn’t mind some help though.” Jay stopped dead in his tracks.

“Just tell me how.”

Birdie put her hands up her shirt and grabbed her own tits. She began pinching and rubbing her nipples. As Jay was watching her he downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass and reached for his cock. Birdie walked over to him, moved his hand off his cock, grabbed his face and began kissing his lips.

Birdie lifted up her shirt and pressed her soft tits against his chest. Her hands slid under the waistband of the basketball shorts and softly grazed the tops of his thighs and rested there. Jay moaned softly and he ached for her touch. She turned her hands over and lightly ran her nails back up and out of his shorts.

She stepped back from him and noticed a lovely wet spot had formed on his shorts. She got on her knees and gently kissed the outline of his cock. She stood up and led him over to the bed.

Jay wanted to grab her ass as she walked in front of him but stopped himself. When they got to the bed Birdie climbed back into her original position at the head of it took off her shirt and patted the pillow between her legs. Jay climbed to the spot she was patting and sat face to tit with her. It was the perfect view.

She leaned her tits into his face and whispered into his ear, “I’m going rub my wet pussy up and down your cock before you split me open. Would you please take off my panties?”

Jay took his shorts off as Birdie stood on the bed in front of him. Her pussy was right at his face and he leaned forward to take off her panties. They smelled like vanilla and he just wanted to bury his face in her. But he did as she asked and took off her panties. Her bald pussy was glistening with her cum. She gently ran it down his lips on her way to sitting in his lap.

Once she was there, she spread her lips and fingered some of the wetness from her pussy. She proceeded to rub Jay’s cock with her cum covered fingers and then spread her legs wide as she placed her pussy against his cock. She simultaneously rubbed his cock and her clit.

Birdie was close to cumming, but she didn’t want to just yet, so she slowed down. Jay’s cock throbbed when she stopped and he groaned loudly. “I just want to fuck you Birdie.” His hands and mouth reached her tits at the same time and he began squeezing and sucking them.

He was licking and sucking her nipples so hard that Birdie began to cum. She pressed herself against him and Jay felt her pussy spasm. He whispered into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now.” Then he lifted her slightly and she slid down his cock.

She gasped a little because he was thick and she hadn’t fucked in a while. He gasped because her pussy was still spasming from cumming and he nearly blew his load. Birdie leaned into his ear and said, “Fuck me, just save your cum for my mouth.”

Jay nodded his head and reached between her legs to tug on her clit. It was covered in cum and he took some of it and smeared it on her nipples. Birdie groaned as he started pinching her nipples again while pounding her pussy. 

He got on top of her and put her legs up around her ears. He took long hard strokes deep into her pussy and bent down through her legs to kiss her mouth. She reached her hands to cup his balls and pleaded with him to let her lick his cock. “Please let me lick your cock. I want to thank it for making me cum so hard. Please let me lick your cock. I need it in my mouth.”

Jay’s cock began to throb even harder and he said, “I’m going to have to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up, aren’t I?” Birdie, smiled, licked her lips and nodded her head yes.

He took a few more hard, deep strokes then pulled his cock out of her pussy and started cumming as he made his way up to her mouth. Birdie moved quickly so she got as much of his cum in her mouth as possible and started hungrily sucking his cock dry.

Once he stopped cumming, he looked down at Birdie who swallowed and smiled at him. He fell down on the bed next to her and she grabbed a pre-rolled joint from a small box next to her bed. She lit it, took a puff and passed it to Jay.

They laid next to each other without talking, listening to the rain and the radio for a while until they fell asleep.

[jalove-wecallhimdean-blog]

Whiskey and You

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Warnings: Drinking, drunk Dean, angst, cursing, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1934

Written by: @sawyerday and @jalove-wecallhimdean

A/N: This was written for @impalaimagining 1k celebration! Congrats again, love! My song choice was Any Ol’ Barstool by Jason Aldean, this is also written with one of my buddy writers from @spnbuddywriters we wanted to collab on something and this challenge seemed perfect for both of our writing styles combined. She was amazing to write with and I def suggest giving her a follow and reading her work! She does write and ship Destiel big time!! Thanks for all of your help on this and your amazing contribution. Also, there will be a Part 2 in the next week to go along with this one! keep an eye out for it if you enjoy this ;) thanks again yall and i hope you enjoy! Feedback is encouraged!

Dean Winchester is no stranger to having a good time. In fact, you could say he’s the life of the party. Recently things are different. He laughs a little too loud and orders one too many drinks. There are a few bars in town that he frequents, but no one wants to say anything. No one wants to point out that he’s in pain, even when he says he’s not. No one wants to witness the inevitable mood change and dark cloud that will follow him around.

It’s been two weeks and Dean has been at Benny’s every single night. He usually doesn’t drink enough to alarm anyone, but it’s enough tonight that Benny knows something isn’t right. Dean orders two more shots and looks around the bar. It seems like he’s looking for something that he just can’t find.

Benny sets the shots down in front of him and hovers for a moment before deciding to speak, “You alright, Dean?”

“Peachy,” Dean replies and takes the first of the two shots in one gulp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” He says flatly and takes the second shot. Benny brings him two more shots and disappears in the back for too long. Dean knows he’s too drunk to drive and he’s hoping that he’s called him a cab. A familiar song plays on the speakers and he gets up too quickly and heads to the dance floor. He’s tripping over his own feet, but he doesn’t care. He’s too drunk to notice that he’s causing a scene.

When Benny comes back, Dean is dancing a little too close to a random drifter. The two are stumbling around and singing so loudly that it’s almost embarrassing. Benny steps out from behind the bar to intervene when Dean’s ride arrives. She looks just a broken up as Dean and Benny worries that he’s possibly made a mistake. Dean notices the woman in the doorway and Benny knows for sure that he had made a mistake. She hurriedly walks to the bar. Dean stops dancing and stares for a moment before speaking.

“You gotta be friggin’ kidding me,” Dean says. He’s not yelling, but it’s loud enough that the other patrons in the bar stop what they are doing and look at him. The woman at his side takes a step away from Dean, like she knows she’s playing with something that doesn’t belong to her.

“Don’t let her scare you, she dumped me weeks ago. Threw the ring in the lake,” Dean says to the girl next to him. She gives him a sad smile and walks away. He doesn’t really care that much. His blood is pretty much all whiskey now and he can do what he wants. He doesn’t have to behave himself just cause she’s there.

Karaoke night is usually on Saturday nights but Dean doesn't care. He practically lives at Benny’s. Benny won't care. He stumbles to where the expensive equipment is set up and flips it on. He scrolls through the song choices and settles for a top 40’s classic.

He knows he's fucking up all the words, but he keeps on while people start booing and throwing napkins and bar snacks at him. He watches as she yells at their mutual friend, she was no doubt blaming Benny for Dean’s current state. He could blame it on Benny. It would be much easier than admitting that he fucked up and in return broke his own heart.

His eyes watch her as she storms out of the bar. He wants to go after her. He wants to apologize. He stops singing and sets the mic down on the floor. He can’t let her leave upset again. He can’t lose her. Some how he feels more sober and his feet are moving before he realizes it. He’s going after her.

All of this was mostly his fault. He couldn’t admit that he was scared. He couldn’t just tell her that he was worried that he wouldn’t have made a good husband. He still hadn’t told her. He let her believe that he was cheating. It was so much easier than to admit that he was scared to love her, because if he loved her he could lose her. With the fear came the drinking, fighting, and self sabotage. He was slowly but surely turning into his father, a person he did not want to become.

He finds her car quickly. She’s crying. He hates that he’s caused her pain. He’s seen his mother cry too many times. He smacks the window a few times to get her attention. Her eyes are red rimmed and she’s wiping at them frantically. He opens the door to her car and apologizes. His automatic reaction is to reach for her, but she pulls away.

“Don’t touch me, Dean.” She says harshly. He can see the pain in her eyes. The pain that he caused her. He can’t leave her like that. He reaches for her again and she reluctantly falls into his arms and starts crying again. He apologizes and again and smothers the top of her head with kisses. He pulls her in close as his own tears threaten to escape. Even now he’s thankful for her. She didn’t have to come and rescue him. She didn’t have to waste her time loving him, and yet here she is.

“Let’s go home, okay?” He suggests. She nods in agreement. He closes her door and goes around to the other side. His car will be okay until tomorrow. He gets in and watches as she starts the car and heads towards the home they started together. He isn’t sure where this leaves them, but he knows that this relationship is going to be worth it if he can pull his head out of his ass.

You’re kicked back on your couch watching your favorite primetime show when your phone rings. Looking at the name on the screen, you let out a huff of frustration. Dean was at it again. You slide the green answer button across the screen reluctantly.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Benny. Dean’s at it again. I didn’t know who else to call.” Benny explains.

“I’ll be there in a few. Just let me get dressed.” Hanging up, you throw the phone to the cushion. You let out a ridiculously dramatic sigh and shuffle to your room. You were definitely not looking forward to whatever was waiting for you.

You shove the door to the bar open and the smell of whiskey and desperation hit you hard. You hear him before you see him. His slurred, half-assed singing stands out over the other patrons and music. He has a hand on some sleazy woman’s hip and her arm is wrapped around his neck. She’s clearly just as drunk as Dean. You stand there in shock, embarrassed that the man you were about to marry is acting like he’s forgotten it was you he was holding just a few weeks ago. He’s staring back at you, an amused smile on his face. If it weren’t for you being friends with Benn, you would have socked him in his face right then and there; his little side piece too. You storm away to the bar, hoping Benny could be of some help in calming you down.

“You gotta be friggin’ kidding me!” Dean says quite loudly. Just about everyone in the bar turns around to watch the action unfold. Ignoring him, you turn back to Benny.

“So, how many has he had?” You question him, afraid to know the answer.

“Kinda lost count at six.” Benny replies, a look of regret crossing his features. Just then the speakers start blaring an upbeat song. You recognize it but don’t pay much attention, knowing tonight is karaoke night. You are just getting ready to let Benny have it when you freeze, the gruff, off tune voice echoing off the bar’s walls catching your attention. Slowly, afraid of confirming what you already know, you turn around, your ex fiancé is belting out the words of “I’m Too Sexy”. You slump down into your seat, trying to hide from the wandering eyes. The crowd starts booing him and throwing various items, you aren’t quite sure, you’re just ready to get out of there.

“This is your fault, Benny! You should have cut him off a long time ago, that’s your job as a bartender, right?” You shout over Dean’s loud singing. Pointing a finger in Benny’s direction, “You’re taking care of this situation, not me!” You swing your body around in the barstool, shoving the doors open and heading back to your car.

You slam your door, resting your head on the steering wheel, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. He was drunk, you knew that, but it was no excuse for the embarrassment he caused you and himself, whether he realized that right now or not. Before you know it, you start thinking about how things used to be. Dean was a great boyfriend, even husband material. His proposal was sweet and romantic, driving you out to a lake in the middle of nowhere on one of your days off, only to ask you to be his wife. The memory caused the tears you were holding back to break free, falling down your cheeks and hitting the steering wheel. It wasn’t the drinking that hurt you, it was the fact that he was all over that chick, not thinking twice about you, when all you can think about is him. You would have never done that, not after just breaking off an engagement. If he wanted you to believe he was over you, he’d succeeded! The silent tears turned into sobs, everything just getting to be a little too much.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, someone starts banging on your car window. You abruptly swing your head to find out who is making all the noise. It’s him. You try to quickly wipe the tears off of your face without him seeing but it’s too late. He stops his antics and jerks your car door open before you can stop him.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He reaches for you but you flinch away; the pain still too new.

“Don’t touch me, Dean!” You snap, afraid if he does that it will be just enough to pull you back into the madness that is Dean Winchester. Of course, he also isn’t one to take no for an answer. He reaches for you again, this time pulling your body up to his and holding you close to him in a tight embrace. The familiar scent of whiskey, leather, and peppermint rushes through your body, calming the nerves he had been the cause of just minutes earlier. You break down into another wave of tears, burying your face into his chest. He hushes you, running his fingers through your hair, placing light kisses over the top of your head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry!” His voice cracks, fingers tightening in your hair as he pulls you as close as possible.

“Let’s go home, okay?” You nod your head in agreeance, pushing your body back into the driver’s seat as Dean shuts your door for you and runs to the other side. Once he’s settled you start your car and drive off...still not sure where you and Dean stand.

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‘Are You The One?’ Recap: So Bad For Them But I’m Doing Fine

Well, its Wednesday night and Im a bottle of wine in. Its time to love myself like that Hailee girl told me to and turn on some . Because nothing is better for your self-confidence then to watch other people fail. Miserably.

Last year Sams mom got in touch with me and this year its Giannas brother. Who will be next to defend their loved ones on the recaps? Carolinas great aunt? Stay tuned!

BACK AT THE HOUSE

Shocker, they all start binge drinking. Cant wait to see how much weight they all gain by the end of the season.

Little Mike is talking to Casandra about all the things he likes to do. These hobbies include taking long walks on the beach, gelling his hair and taking a daily measurement of his penis. His growth spurt is coming, okay?!

Casandra literally looks like a bobblehead and is like OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

Little Mike: I LOVE LAMP

Mike wants to get to know Cas but also low-key hates her for having a family and being #blessed. He legit calls her a daddys girl to her face and shes not even phased. He starts talking about how his mom is broke and his dad is crazy and Im like, woah, did I change the channel accidentally to ? This shit is way too heavy for me rn.

If I could describe the house in three words that they all could understand it would be: Drunk. Horny. Stupid. In that order. Because they arent planning on getting a real job any time after this, they decide to throw an underwear party.

Ozzy is like Kathryn is very sexy, idk what it is about her that I like. He says as she grinds on him in her underwear. Hmmm, I wonder what it could be that makes you like her?

They start making out and he tells her that tomorrow is his birthday. So obviously she has to have sex with him because of THE IMPLICATION. (Name that reference and I will marry you.)

Tyler and Taylor are both like hey this underwear party is fucking gross and Im like FUCK YA TEAM NORMAL PEOPLE.

Tyler is like everyone is acting trashy and Im trying to better myself. Woah, ok. Profound. Tyler def got lost on the way to auditions and ended up on . Either that or hes a fucking narc.

Apparently nothing makes Tylers dick harder than belittling the people you live with and he starts making out with Taylor. Overall, v hot couple.

Then the camera pans out to literally everyone just hooking up. , brought to you by Trojan Condoms.

THE GAME

The game starts with everyone being blindfolded and the boys tied up, which is coincidentally also the first scene of .

The girls have to smell the guys and untie the one they want to take on a date. Because thats normal. The first three couples to finish go on a date.

The girls start sniffing and falling more than cokeheads at an EDM concert.

Kari has some big-ass eyes so every time she talks she looks fucking crazy. Actually, she kind of looks like me when Im high but Im pretending that Im not high so Im overly opening my eyes. Idk, just trying to create a visual.

Karis like “I STUDIED NEUROSCIENCE ONCE IN COLLEGE, PHEROMONES ARE REAL Yeah, no one said they werent#Science.

KARI: This one time, in my neuroscience class

Kari picks Joey the trashman, who I thought smells like shit but I guess not.

Hannah picks Tyler and is like wow, this blindfold makes it so hard to see. I totally respect blind people. Wow, Im sure blind people everywhere feel so fucking complimented. Like look mom, that girl on TV understands my daily struggle for 3 minutes!

They can still hear you being a dumbass, you know.

Alicia smells Andre because he, and I quote, smells like Fritios. This is like the cheapest advertisement Fritos has ever had. Also, Andre its time to get some new cologne.

Andre/Alicia, Joey/Kari and Hannah/Tyler all win and they are going to go windsurfing. Thrilling.

BACK AT THE HOUSE

Gianna apologizes to Hayden for being a low-key bitch last week and hes already well settled into his home on friendzone island.

Michael walks by and Gianna is like hanging on Hayden. Michael is very over it and Gianna is like . Fuck, okay.

Kam and Eddie are flirting and being cute and idk I like them so they better not fuck this up for me.

MY MOM: I like the girl with the grey-ish, purple-ish hair ME: Literally their names are at the bottom of the screen.

Carolina is very upset that Joey the trashman is going on a date with KARI (her name will be in all caps now because her eyes just make me feel some type of way). Carolina starts crying and shes like if youre not my match what is my purpose?! In the distance you can hear me screaming ITS WEEK TWO YOU DUMB BITCH.

THE DATE

Andre is the only one who can windsurf and Hannahs like”oh Daddy.” In the words of our President-Elect, everyone else is a bunch of losers. Huge losers! Failing at wind surfing! All talk, no action!

KARI is being really nice to Joey and saying hes fun and shes excited to be there and hes like ACTUALLY Im into Carolina. Woah. Okay, I know KARI may kind of look like Crazy Eyes but she seems nice and shes actually being genuine. So in my drunken state rn I am very mad for her.

Joey has officially moved to my shit list. And I dont even mean that because hes a trashman. Where he quite literally has to pick up shit. Get it? Ill see myself out.

Andre and Alisha seem to be getting along but IDK, they kinda act like little children. They talk a big game about how they are really into each other but I just cant see it. And Im pretty much a fucking expert at this show.

And none for Tyler and Hannah, bye!

THE TRUTH BOOTH

Andre and Alicia to the booth because the house isnt fully brain-dead. Everyone Is like “THEY ARE SO STRONG! THEYRE IN LOVE AFTER A WEEK.”

See, you say strong, I say fucking crazy.

And guess what, Im right motherfuckersNO MATCH.

Alicia starts crying and saying she doesnt want to be here. Damn, okay then fly tf outta here, what?

Hannah is like “HEY I KNOW YOUR HEART JUST BROKE, BUT IM GONNA GO AFTER ANDRE.” Its all about the subtle game. Hannah, could you like, chill your hoe ass down for a sec?

Hannah and Andre are talking and hes like I knew we werent a match and Im everyone at home is like wait you just told Alicia man, thats fucked up.

Andre and Hannah start making out because #drama.

Alicia starts flipping the fuck out and is like YOURE A LIAR AND A FLIRTER AND A MINGLER!!!

Whats a mingler? Just someone who mingles? I feel like thats real nondescript. Im going to need a full definition plz. DM me.

Andres like “THESE GIRLS ARE CATCHING FEELINGS!” Uh, its not just girls. Joeys over here acting like a baby back bitch.

Hoes, am I right?

THE MATCHUP

The boys get to pick tonight and this ought to be a shit show because none of them strike me as scholars.

Oswaldo picks KARI. Random, dont care.

Ozzy picks Kathryn because he wants that birthday sex. Ozzys like she makes me feel like home. Uh, Ozzy thats because you are home. Youre a local, your house is like, down the street.

Jaylen picks Kam, fucking up the thing she had with Eddie.

Eddie picks Shannon, womp womp.

Derrick pity picks Alicia.

Hayden, who is sporting a pair of capris, picks Taylor. Obviously Taylor wants to be with Tyler so this is def a surprise. She actually says those exact words and Hayden has now purchased a summer home on friendzone island.

Tyler says something fucking stupid about how Hayden is doing him a favor? Idk his foot is so far up his mouth and Taylors like 3 seconds away from putting her foot in his ass. So much for team normal.

Andre picks Hannah. Alicia is like “IT IS WHAT IT IS” but also wants to murder Hannah.

Michael caves and picks Gianna. WTF.

Joey picks Carolina and they kiss because THEY ARE DUMB THATS WHY.

Mike picks Casandra because shes his uptown girl.

Tyler picks Tee and they both are like, “Welp. Fuck me right?”

Okay, so this is sketch. Not looking so hot for them rn.

Were waiting for beams and Im drinking, thinking no fucking way are they going to blackout. Its only week 2. But in the words of President-Elect: The polls were wrong! The experts were wrong! Sad!

And yes, THEY BLACKOUT.

They all lost half a million dollars. Im laughing but its a nervous laugh because now they all are going to be on suicide watch or something.

Everyone has to deal with the fact that the person they are with is not their match. No Mike/Cas, Ozzy/Kathryn, Gianna/Michael, Joey/Carolina or Hannah/Andre. WOW. Major blow. Im loving this.

A sad song starts playing and people start crying. Damn, this just got as depressing as Mikes family life.

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