#but you would like to be addressed as Lia yeah?

[orchidyoonkook]

Holy wow....I- uhh, wow. 

I’m so flattered you the time out of your day not only to read but write this whole ass gigantic review????? I’m literally in shock.

More Below <3

Right so I appreciate her train of thought on this friendship. In all fairness, I see more disadvantages than advantages all around.

I am concerned about him taking photos, I think now they agreed he should ask for permission if he’s going to use them. That or at least hoping that she’s not facing him and her face isn’t recognisable. Either way I’d prefer permission.

I never realized how many lovely folk would be concerned about this. You have no need to be!! <33

I’ll happily spoil a small part of chapter 4 if it brings relief to everyone. The photos are consensual and she isn’t upset with him for taking or using them as it isn’t for anything public. Just his own private practice and use. There’s more too it but that’ll be revealed in due time.

As for the pictures from this chapter, her face isn’t completely obscured, about a quarter of her face is visible. But with the long exposure, her defining features are mildly blurred as well. 

I have thoughts on the Nel situation. Given this is a fic, and she’s the main paring with JK we can make some assumptions… My suspicion is that everything she’s so confident about will come back to bite. As in, he won’t be following these boundaries she is. Either that, or when they spend a long amount of time together, it crumbles given long distance doesn’t allow you enough time to learn all the little annoying things about someone. 5 years and limited time spent together doesn’t sound ideal.

I’m excited to hear all the theories with this. I have the whole fic already planned out (my outline is 10K help) and I’m trying to keep it be as human as possible, while also being a narrative and enjoyable. 

Humans make mistakes, humans want to succeed, humans betray one another, humans want to be happy. They’re both selfless and selfish creatures and it’s fun to play with that dynamic when writing.

And as cliche as it is, it’s the journey not the destination that matters so all I will say for now is thank you for your thoughts and I’ll throw this in the theory pot! <3333

Given this is a F2L trope, and her long term goals of achieving a career independent of his royal clout, my ideal situation would be a long term friendship, like years, growing feelings bloom into a relationship that only becomes a thing and therefore public once she is already established within her own right.

BUT my other concern is that given she is so driven and she sees her future as extremely bright, that’s really gonna hurt if it doesn’t happen, which given it’s art, it’s not unlikely. So many concerns regarding her future for me.

Ahhhh!! I can’t say much here! But will say that reading this made me go back through my outline and I’m literally so excited to write and for you all to read the rest of this story.

I’m still not too keen on Yuri, particularly because OC doesn’t seem to trust her ability to handle this information. I get that it’s due to her previous reaction, but she is intelligent so that reaction in combination with everything else she knows about her means she doesn’t trust her enough. So yeah, not a fan… not much positive to go off.

I honestly can’t blame you here. Yuri’s an intentionally written difficult character that some people just won’t vibe with and that’s totally valid. I get it!! And it thrills me that you don’t immediately like her because that means what I’m attempting is working! <3333

****but**** once more with the human aspect of this piece, I’m trying to show different forms or coping, and trauma responses, happy reaction, etc that go with different upbringings. Not everyone reacts well to certain information when already upset, and while that’s not okay, it happens. So Yuri’s a grown up yes, but she’s only 21, which is still a kid in many ways, at least to me. And she still has so much more room to grow and learn. ❤❤❤

That being said, the secrecy is likely to come back to bite surely. Boyfriend and best friend alike, surely would assume the opposite? Depends how well they know her given she is so private, so that could say a lot too.

We shall see!!!👀👀👀

So a lot of thoughts. In all fairness, outside of the world of fiction I wouldn’t go near a royal. Not a fan of the monarchy in general and the complications they being with them, but this story has a lot of room to take this dynamic.

All thoughts are always welcomed!! Thank you for yours, they were wonderful to read ❤❤. And same!! That’s why I save it for fiction, so much wiggle room to play with!

Intrigued to see where it goes, thank you for writing!

Thank you for your wonderful review. I flat out showed my partner saying “look at this review that I got!! It’s huge!!” cuz I’m a dork and still cant believe people take the time to do this for my little story <33

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 3

Title: Greenhouse Muses and Surprise Guests   

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You need to think out this whole situation, and where better than your favourite place on campus? The one place where no one ever goes and where you can truly do your best problem solvi—wait who the hell is sitting in your supposed place of undisturbed tranquility? 

Warnings: PG18, heavy swearing, photography jargon (hopefully nothing tooooo confusing, I intentionally over explained a bit for those unfamiliar but a quick google search should clear up anything), euc=short form for eucalyptus “Youke”, art jargon but less, 1 (one) mention of metaphorical murder, and a bit of angst and fluff. I think that’s all?? Hella internal dialogue 

Word Count: 10,804

Release Date: March 2, 4:00PM

A/N 1: she somehow went from 8k to 10.8k???? Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 1.5: I’m literally so tired of looking at this, I’ve read it at least 10 times in three days. 

Series: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Jungkook’s sitting at a table outside what he considers to be his new safe haven, making a mental note to thank Yuri for showing him the greenhouse cafe—is that its name? He should’ve asked.

He can see himself coming here all the time for quiet morning work sessions. The coffee is great, the snacks are delicious, and there aren’t a lot of people around either—zero—to be precise. So he really considers this a win in his book.

The cafe is just southwest of a medium sized greenhouse, not even a minute’s walking distance between the two. He could clearly see all the flowers and plants within from his seat outside. And behind the greenhouse was nothing but a small grass field followed by thick, dense forest.

It doesn’t even feel like he’s on campus. Just free about the world, grabbing a coffee and sitting down to work on a project like anyone else would. Like anyone else could. Another face in the crowd instead of the one on magazines in every corner store, book shop and grocer.

He can dream about it. Take in these small moments, but it will never be his reality. Not really. Even in this little corner of blissful nowhere the barista who served him his coffee knew who he was, addressed him properly, albeit a bit stuttered.

And he can’t blame her. It’s what she’s supposed to do. How she’s ‘supposed’ to react to him. 

He’s someone big and important. Someone people look to and see their future in his hands. Someone who merits reactions when in the presence of others. 

Someone who…

Someone…

So he dreams. And is thankful for what little normalcy he can get.

Taking a deep breath in, he holds it and he shakes his head, dismissing the thoughts before releasing a steady, controlled exhale.

Reset.

Keep reading

[veronicaphoenix]

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: blind best friends, angst, alcohol intake, Japanese folklore. | Word count: 3.3k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

I had been sick for the past three days, with fevers coming and going and coughing up flowers that had me not just confused, but considering the idea that I was definitely going mad. I had only told someone about it, and that was obviously Lia. However, I hadn’t been able to let her know until she stopped by for longer than thirty minutes.

She had officialy started dating Mitch and I was barely able to see her.

When she sat down on the kitchen isle and started researching my symptoms on her phone, she didn’t find anything that wasn’t just speculation. She suggested on calling my doctor or taking me to the hospital, but I dismissed the options, asserting that I was starting to feel a bit better.

And it was true. The time she spent with me that day made my health improve. She’d busied herself preparing me herbal teas and soothing down my fever with whatever we had in the house.

Aside from her care, things were different. She was in a relationship now, and for some reason, I felt there was a bridge growing between us. She avoided getting as close to me as she did before, and the way we used to hold each other’s gazes became null, for she would drop her eyes every time I caught her staring at me.

We had said that whatever we did, whatever relationship we got into, it wouldn’t affect our friendship, but there we were, drifting apart even while her hand was on my forehead, checking my temperature.

The day after her last visit, I felt pissed.

I went to the studio we had rented downtown to continue working on the new record. Lia wouldn’t be there that day. She was busy in a meeting a few hours from Los Angeles. Lia and I had had dinner and she had left right after, but that morning, I checked my phone expecting a message from her, letting me know that she was on her way to the meeting or that she had reached. There was nothing. Her absence and the fact that Mitch probably knew more about her whereabouts than I did put me on a foul mood.

I slumped in a chair, and my fingers immediately started tapping on the armrest as I listened to Matt talk. After ten minutes, I was sure the guys could feel the tension I have brought with me permeating the air in the studio. When Matt said something that I didn’t agree with, I replied to him in a tone that was not typical of me. Jolly and Folio exchanged uneasy glances, but I ignored them by moving to the next room.

Nicholas was the one to follow. When I crossed looks with him, there was concern etched across his face. I couldn’t avoid the inevitable question just the same I couldn’t avoid feeling like this.

“Noah, you okay?” He inquired, placing his coffee on the desk.

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Is this about the coughing? Has it wors—?”

“No, nothing to do with that,” I replied, pulling my phone from my pocket, checking once again for a message from Lia. Nothing. I returned the phone to my pocket. Nicholas still studied me intently. “I mean, I’m okay. If my voice doesn’t work, then fuck it. We’ll wait another week.”

“That’s not very typical of you,” he murmured, eyeing me suspiciously. No, it wasn’t. Breaking the planned schedule wasn’t my style, but I was also not known for being someone impatient. “But yeah, if you’re not feeling well, you should rest and let your voice get back to normal. We’re in no rush.”

“I am,” I responded, determined and frustrated. I was in a rush.  

“You know things won’t work out if you force them to happen.”

I needed to distract myself, to escape my thoughts. It was the reason I’d dragged myself out of bed and driven to the studio that day instead of calling Matt to say I was sick.  

“Oh, yeah, thanks for the great advice, man.”

I couldn’t handle it. I was irritable.

“What’s wrong with you, Noah?” Nicholas asked, irritation creeping up to him and into his voice, too. “Why are you so pissed?”

“Well, I think I have an idea why that is.” Jolly retorted, entering the room. He had overheard everything. Not that I’d done any effort to keep my voice down. He adjusted his guitar, ignoring the volatile energy around me.

I scowled; my jaw clenched as I glared at him.

Matt attempted to lighten the mood, sending only a sideways look my way as he joined us. “Come on. We’re all feeling the pressure here. Why don’t we just channel that into the music, yeah?”

I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I wasn’t sure I could give my best, given that I had spent the last two days coughing, but I was there for a reason, and I planned on making the most of it. “Fine,” I mumbled. I set my phone facing down next to Nicholas’ coffee. “Let’s get to it.”

Mitch was the first guy that Lia ever called “her boyfriend”, and the name nagged at me. Every other guy that had come across her way had been a flirt, a one-night stand, or a two-week fling. She never really felt anything too special for them, and she had always prioritized me before them.

With Mitch, it was different.

It had been two months. She was overly ecstatic. The first few weeks I had a feeling that Lia might enlighten Mitch with all the things that had happened in her life, maybe including the fact that I had been her first kiss. What little I knew about Mitch was that he could be very persuasive when it came to getting what he wanted, and I had never seen anyone so fixated on Lia as he was. Lia wasn’t one to open that easily, but it was the first time she was like this, so entranced with a guy, and I had my doubts at how much she would retain. She was always very careful about what information she would give away. Sharing with people facts about her childhood and her mother was something that she didn’t find comfort in, and every time someone asked how the two of us met, it was a common understanding that we would give a simple answer and diverge the topic. I didn’t know now if Mitch had any idea about her past, about where she came from and the things that her mother did —or didn’t do— to her.  

Maybe I was being too overprotective. Lia had already told me a few times that I was, but so was she, always disliking the girls I went out with and playing pranks to get them to leave the house the next morning in a rush, as if they had learnt something scary about me, whatever it was. Lia was getting really good at making shit up. We had actually had an argument a month before she met Mitch because she introduced herself as my fucking wife to the girl I had just slept with, mentioning the tattoo of her name I had in my neck. Lia pretended to be super angry at finding another woman in my bed. The poor girl thought I had cheated on Lia and left with her heels on her hands, screaming.

When Saturday came, I was expecting Nicholas to come over after lunch so that we could spend the evening playing videogames, but I received an unexpected visit in the middle of the afternoon which caused me a mix of happiness and unease.  

Lia threw her arms around my neck, exclaiming a very elated “hi” in my ear. It felt nice to have her in my arms again, but my tight grip loosened as soon as I spotted Mitch coming from behind. His car was parked in the driveway, next to mine. I could tell he was not very pleased with Lia’s affection toward me. I understood his perspective, though. His girlfriend had a best friend, another male, and she had a history with him, a life, if you’d call it. We had grown together, lived together, and slept together in the same bed countless of times. I wasn’t sure how much Mitch knew about our friendship, but it was enough to send him over the edge sometimes. He had already made a couple of comments about people mistaking her for my girlfriend instead of his, and he’d made it clear that he didn’t like it.

All I could think of was fuck you, dude. 

In a matter of thirty minutes, the house was full of people.

Jolly had a delivery coming up, new furniture for his room, and he had called some guy from IKEA to set it up because for the love of God he was awful at it and didn’t want us to help. Last time we set up his bed, he found two screws on the floor after a month and he was so scared that the bed would crumble at some point during the night that he unmounted everything and had a specialist come in. We thought we could entertain ourselves with videogames while the job was getting done on the other room, but with Lia and Mitch in the house, and Mike who came later with his girlfriend, the evening turned into an unexpected small event.

Beers were served, food was taken out. Before we realized it, we found ourselves sharing drinks with the folks from IKEA. Despite not lingering for long, they managed to enjoy a free beer and indulge in a plethora of snacks, enough to satiate their hunger well into the next day.

Jolly was just farewelling them from the door when my gaze diverted to the sofa, where Nicholas was playing videogames, and I spotted Lia in the corner, in the furthest area of the sofa, sat on Mitch’s lap, her mouth on his, his hand on her ass.

“Noah.”

“What?”

I turned around. I was standing by the kitchen isle, my hands gripping the edge of the counter. My knuckles had gone white. Mike’s girlfriend was looking at me with a friendly smile.

“I said ‘do you want another beer?’” She offered nicely.  

“Yes, sure,” I gave her a smile and accepted the beer she handed me.

Taking the first sip, I casually turned away from the group of guys gathered in the kitchen. Just as Mike, his girlfriend, and Jolly delved into what appeared to be an intriguing conversation, I made my escape.

Securing myself in the studio, I powered up the monitor, launching X and reviewing the latest piece I had been working on. Less than ten minutes later, a knock echoed on the door, and I knew it was Lia, evident from the gentle taps and the intervals between each.

She peeked through the door and smiled widely when she saw me.

“Hey, I noticed you slipping away from there,” she said.

She did? She had looked pretty busy to me.

She made her way in, leaving the door slightly ajar. The studio bathed in a soft, comforting light. Despite the noise coming from the living room, this was my sanctuary. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood for a party,” I admitted. “But I’m glad you came by,” I reassured her after I saw her features fall. Turning the chair, I faced her until I had her at arm’s reach. “How was the trip?”

She had been gone all weekend. Mitch had surprised her with some getaway weekend in Las Vegas, and I didn’t hear from her since the day before she left.

“Good. A bit rushed, though,” she replied, her attention shifting to a new book I had bought recently and that sitting atop a pile of other that I had pending to read. It felt to me that she wasn’t much eager to talk about the trip. “We did some sightseeing and I managed to drag Mitch out of the casinos and go visit the Neon Museum, it was super interesting. You would have loved it.”

Her smile could’ve lighted up the whole room if it wasn’t for the tinge of melancholy I saw in her eyes.

“I’ll make sure to check it out next time we’re in Las Vegas for a show,” I promised. “Did you do get time to go see the Antelope Canyon?”

“I wish! But Mitch isn’t much into walking.”

Too bad. Lia loved hiking. Two years ago, we had gone trekking to Yellowstone and had spent the night in the campsite, playing guitar and singing songs under the moonlight. I couldn’t imagine what fun she had found in Las Vegas if most of their time had been spent in the casinos.

“What does he like, anyway?” The question slipped out involuntarily from my lips.  

Lia narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at me.

“I’m serious,” I quickly interjected, refusing to let guilt take over me. “I know he’s cool and he’s into music and all that, but what did you see in him?”

“Noah, let’s not go there again,” she said, weariness evident in her tone. She allowed herself to sink into she sofa, her eyes pleading and a faint smile on her lips. “I don't know what you have suddenly got against him. I’m happy, isn’t that enough?”

I sighed.

“Yeah, it is.”

I guess, I thought.

“But if it makes you feel any better,” she continued, straightening herself, “he takes good care of me, he makes me laugh and he makes me feel important.”

“He better do that, otherwise I will kick his ass.”

“I do not want to see that happening,” she affirmed.

A laugh escaped me, releasing some of the tension. After a moment of quiet, another question slipped from my lips.

“Does he know about your relationship with your mother?”

Lia’s demeanor shifted, a familiar guardedness that used to settle in whenever her mother was mentioned.

“He knows she didn’t care much about me. I didn’t go into detail because I don’t find it necessary.” She stood up. Her expression changed and I knew she was about to shift the topic. She approached me and grabbed a strand of my hair. “Your hair has grown so much. It’s longer than mine now.”

Good way to steer the conversation, Lia. 

“I’m thinking of cutting it.”

“Why?”

“I’m just tired of it. It gets so inconvenient sometimes.”

“I can braid it, if you want,” she offered, tilting her head a bit.

“No, thanks,” I replied, my words accompanied by a dismissive pff sound and a displeased look.

“Okay, Mr. Grumpy,” she teased, letting go of my hair. “How’s the coughing?”

“Coming and going,” I replied, not giving it too much importance. I was sick of it, of not understanding it. I had called grandma a few weeks ago and she told me something related to fairytales and love stories. I didn’t need any of it. I needed a cure before it got worse. “I was pretty fucked up a couple of days ago. But today, alas, I woke up just fine.”

“I’m tired of telling you to go see a doctor,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“This has nothing to do with doctors, Lia. If I tell them what’s happening, they’ll either lock me up in the psych ward or treat me like a test specimen.”

“I know, but there must be a solution. What if it gets worse?”

I shrugged.

“Grandma said the solution is that you stay by my side, and everything will be fine.”

“Oh, how convenient for you.”

Despite what she thought, I wasn’t joking. I said that casually, but I was still grappling with whatever grandma had meant when she involved Lia in this strange sickness.

“Not interested in playing nurse for a while?”

“I had my fill of looking after you, Jolly, and Jesse when all three of you caught the flu three Christmases ago.”

That had been a crazy Christmas. All three of us laying in bed and Lia going from one room to another checking our temperature and making sure we were eating properly, and in the meantime, she’d kept on working, designing stuff for the merch drop we had planned for the beginning of the new year while trying not to get sick all at the same time.  She was unbelievable.

“Oh, by the way. I wrote something while I was away,” she suddenly remembered. She took out a sheet of notebook from the back pocket of her jeans and handed it to me. “Will you check it out and let me know what you think?”

It was a song. She had written a song while out on a road trip with her boyfriend.

“Of course.”

“Not now, though. Maybe when there’s less chaos in the house.”

I nodded, a little smile playing at my lips, eager for everyone to leave and night to come so that I could lock retreat to my room, MacBook at myside, and Lia’s handwritten lyrics in my hands.

I saved the paper in the pocket of my sweatpants.

 When my phone buzzed, I glanced at it briefly before deciding to ignore it.

“Are you not gonna reply?” She asked, curiosity evident in her tone.  

“Nope.”

“What if it’s someone important?” She inquired, moving some hair away from her face.

There was a hint of something in her voice, as if she wanted me to answer that there wasn’t anybody.

I made a clicking sound with my tongue, swaying in the chair.  

“It’s not.”

“Come on,” she oddly insisted. “Are you not gonna tell me? Are you seeing someone?”

“Lia, last time I brought a girl home, she ran away before I could get her naked because someone told her I had herpes while I was in Jolly’s room looking for condoms, and because of you I was left with a boner that I had to tend by myself.”

She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her giggles.

The sound didn’t last long, though. The door opened promptly, and Mitch appeared from the well-lit hallway, his smile growing wider as he caught sight of Lia.  

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes.”

The house is not that fucking big, I thought.

“Hey,” Lia greeted him, reaching out to touch his arm affectionately.

“What’s so funny?” He queried.

“Nothing,” Lia replied, shaking her head and trying to compose herself.

“Well,” Mitch draped an arm around her, “I think we should go. It’s getting late, and I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Sure,” she agreed, her words being swallowed by Mitch, who leaned in until his mouth met hers.

My eyes lingered on the scene for a moment before I looked away, but not soon enough to miss Lia’s hand pressing against his chest and her nervous, uncomfortable laughter.

“Let’s get out of here,” she mumbled. “Can you grab my jacket and bag from the entry? I’ll meet you there in a minute?” She playfully slapped his ass, urging him out.

I pretended to be busy again with the computer during their interaction, but the truth was that I couldn’t focus my eyes on anything on the screen.

“In a minute,” he repeated, his voice demanding and stern. It was a good thing I didn’t see how he looked at Lia and how he pointed a finger at her; otherwise, I’d have told him to shove his demands up his ass.

With him gone, Lia turned to me, her hand briefly resting on my hair as she bid me farewell. She leaned in to peck my cheek and requested to text her whenever I finished checking her song.

“And don’t work too hard!” She shouted from the hallway, her voice fading away.

“Yes, ma’am!” I called back.

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 5 - Time Of Death

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Scott had brought Lia to his house after she started to show signs of healing, instead of taking her to her house. After explaining to his mother why the girl was looking like a mess, she immediately checked on the healed wound despite knowing she had alreayd healed.

Lia had showered and changed to more comfortable clothes, which were Scott's, and after that she called her mother and told her she will be staying over at a friend for the night, and she will come back during the day the next day because she will have the day off tomorrow.

"So... Lia is staying over for the night?" she heard Stiles when she walked toward Scott's room. "Yeah," Scott answered.

"Why...?" Stiles asked. "Because, I don't want her to be dealing with what happened tonight alone," Scott said.

Stiles was sitting on the carpet, facing Scott. He tilted his head, frowning, "All right, I get that. But--"

"She's my Beta, all right?" Scott said, "She's my responsibility." Stiles pointed at him, "Are you sure it's only that?" he asked quietly. Scott frowned, "What do you mean?" he asked and pulled the bag of money from under his bed.

"Never mind," Stiles said with a sigh, and he nodded to the bag, "What's that?"

Lia decided to walk in when she heard the bag unzipped. Scott sensed her coming and looked up. "Hey," she said, and Stiles looked over.

"Lia! What's up? Feeling better?" Stiles asked. Lia nodded and when Scott nodded her to come in, she did. "Yeah," she answered, and sat down between them, "Is that the bag from last night?"

"Yeah," Scott said and looked at her, "I, uh... I lied." He opened the bag, showing her and Stiles the money inside, making their eyes grow wide.

"Oh... wow," Lia said softly. There was a moment of silent before Stiles spoke, "You counted it yet?"

"No," Scott answered. "We should probably count it," Stiles told them. Lia nodded slowly, "I guess so," she muttered. Scott and Stiles each took a side, letting the money spill onto the floor.

A cassette tape fell with it, and Lia picked it up with a frown, flipping it over.

It said, "Play Me".

Lia, Scott and Stiles looked at each other in confusion. "Do you have a radio to play it?" Lia asked Scott. "Uh, yeah, hold on," Scott said as he got up. He walked out of the room for a moment and then came back with a radio.

He sat down on his spot and put the tape in. The trio listen to a man's voice.

"After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a Darknet portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember, visual confirmation is always required for payment."

Stiles hit pause, looking at Scott, "Ever made a wire transfer?"

"Never had enough money," Scott answered. "Me either," Lia muttered. Stiles gave the girl a look and when she looked at him in confusion, he looked at Scott, "So you didn't understand a word of that either."

"I don't understand any of this," Scott said, "Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?"

"Someone wants you dead, dude," Stiles said, "Badly. And Lia, she may not be in that list, but the is another..." He looked at Lia, "You can be in the next one."

"Thanks," Lia muttered sarcastically while Scott gave him a look. He rolled his eyes and started to put the money away. Stiles looked at him, "Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

"It's late," Scott pointed out, "You and I got the PSATs in the morning."

"No, I meant the money," Stiles said, "$500,000. You know how much money that is?"

"It's $500,000," Lia said in a duh voice. Scott couldn't help but smirk lightly while Stiles pointed a finger at her, "Hey, shh." He looked at the Alpha, "It's half a million dollars. Scott. What are you going to do, just slide it under your mattress?"

"I have to talk to Derek," Scott said, "The money's his."

"You mean his and Peter's," Stiles corrected. "Who's Peter?" Lia asked when Scott opened his mouth. "Uh, Derek's uncle," he answered, and he looked at Stiles, "And what does that mean?"

"It means maybe we should proceed with caution," Stiles said. Scott frowned, "You don't think we should tell Derek?"

"No," the human said, getting up, "No. No, of course we have to tell him. I'm just… I'm just saying, some of that money's Peter's, right?"

"Yeah."

"Right," Stiles said, "Peter. Homicidal killer? Remember? You want to give $500,000 to him."

"So we should give Derek his money back, but not Peter?" Lia asked suddenly, "I don't think it's right..." Stiles gave her a look. "What?" she asked.

"No, you right about it," Scott told his Beta. "Oh come on, I didn't say that," Stiles said. Scott gave him a look, "Stiles, what are you saying?"

Lia could smell Malia's scent and looked to the door. "Malia is coming." Scott and Stiles looked surprised and exchanged a quick look before putting the bag under the bed.

The second they did, the door opened and Malia walked in, drenched from the rain. Scott and Stiles looked down at the new Beta. Scott raised his eyebrows, impressed with his Beta, while Stiles raised his eyebrows and nodded, clearly impressed as well.

"Not bad," he muttered. "We found Satomi's pack," Malia said, and the trio looked at her, "Derek and I. But they're dead."

Scott's eyes grew wide, "All of them?" Malia nodded, "All the ones we found." Stiles frowned, "Then where's Derek?"

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A few days later, Lia met up at the McCall's with Kira, Scott, and Stiles to review the plan to try and bait the benefactor. Lia, however, was not convinced that this was a good idea to go through with.

"Is three enough?" Kira questioned, meaning the three laptops they had ready as monitors. "Depends on how many cameras they have. But I think so," Stiles replied.

Lia was fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable and anxious with this whole idea, "Are we really doing this?"

"We're doing it," Scott said, "Tonight."

Lia looked at her pack members, "But, isn't it kind of dangerous?" She couldn't help but worry for her new pack. Especially Stiles who was the human of the pack. Lia knew he could hold his own but it felt like pack instinct to keep him safe.

"It's incredibly dangerous," Stiles said with a nod, clearly not trying to calm the Beta much, "And borderline idiotic."

"Have you guys done something like this before?" Lia asked as she looked at Stiles, hoping they had experience in this so the rest wouldn't be walking in completely blind.

"Something dangerous? Or something idiotic?"

Kira butted in when she noticed how Stiles' words weren't helping the Beta relax at all, "I think it's a yes to both."

"You don't have to be part of it if you don't want to," Scott told his Beta in a comforting manner, feeling bad that she was already being sucked into the drama.

"I'm not scared," Lia said. Stiles snorted to himself at her words before ruffling her hair teasingly, "Well then freshman, you're borderline idiotic."

Lia failed to hide the small smile that made its way onto her lips from Stiles' words. Stiles then turned to his best friend, "If we do this, we don't know what's coming for us. You know that, right?"

"How do we even know something's definitely coming?" Kira asked.

"Because the tape from Garrett's bag said visual confirmation required," Scott explained.

"Simon said the same thing," Stiles said, recalling the guy who tried to kill them during the junior testing day. "He couldn't get paid by The Benefactor until he had proof that you guys were dead."

"So the idea is..." Scott trailed off, "'What if you kill someone on the dead pool, but you can't send the proof?'"

"You don't get paid," Kira answered the rhetorical question.

Lia frowned, "But how does that get us any closer to whoever the Benefactor is?"

"He still needs to know if the target is really dead," Scott answered.

Stiles nodded at his friends' words before adding, "Especially if it's someone high on the list."

"So if they want visual confirmation..." Lia trailed off.

Scott nodded, "He's gonna have to come get it himself."

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Lia, Scott, Kira, and Kira's Mom Noshiko were all in Scott's room as they prepared for the procedure which would put Scott in an almost death-like state.

Lia, feeling like she was the only sane one there, was incredibly concerned about the backfire that this could have.

"Are you guys totally sure about this?" the blue-eyes beta had been pacing back and forth.

Kira glanced from her to Scott, "I think Lia's kind of nervous. Maybe you should tell her it's going to be alright," she advised Scott, knowing that he was the alpha and she would listen the most to him.

Scott looked over at the freshman who was extremely anxious, terrified even. He smiled at her softly as she stepped closer, "It's gonna be alright." However, Scott's words weren't able to fix everything. Lia looked over at Noshiko who was helping Kira learn how to use her powers.

"So, you've done this before, right?" Lia asked.

"I've seen it done" the older Kitsune corrected.

Lia frowned lightly, "Is that just as good?" she asked. The youngest in the room was holding onto her last shred of hope.

"No," Noshiko answered bluntly and honestly.

Kira gave her a look, "Mom, you're not inspiring confidence." The girl was already worried enough that she might mess this up, she needed her mother to have confidence in her and not upset Lia even further.

"Good. This is a terrible idea."

Lia couldn't help but panic more because of this, and Scott took her hand. "Do you want us to do it without you?" Kira snapped at her mother, and both of them stared down at each other.

Lia and Scott looked between them before glancing at each other.

"Put your hand over his heart," Noshiko said, giving in.

Before Kira did as told, Scott grabbed her arm to pause for a moment. "Hold on." He turned towards Noshiko, "What happens while I'm out? Am I gonna feel anything?"

"It might feel like you're dreaming," Noshiko answered.

"Good dreams or bad?" Scott asked.

"I suppose that depends on you," Noshiko told him.

Scott laid back down on the bed, and gently let go of Lia's hand. Noshiko nodded to Kira, who hesitated.

Kira took a steady breath before she put her hand above Scott's heart, making electricity crackle through his body, slowly shutting it down temporarily.

Scott gasped loudly, looking up in pain.

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Lia, Stiles, Kira and Noshiko surrounded Scott's semi-dead body, which was lying on the table in the hospital morgue. Melissa entered the morgue after giving a performance of a lifetime when breaking down after finding out her son was 'dead'.

"I still hate this plan," Melissa said as she wiped her tears away. "I mean this is pretty significantly terrifying. He looks dead."

"Give me your hand," Noshiko said softly. Melissa looked at Stiles and Lia, who nodded. Melissa held out her hand, and Noshiko took it and put it on her son's chest. "Wait for it."

Melissa sighed in relief when she sensed the faint heartbeat. "Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Enough for an alpha," Noshiko answered.

"How much time do we have?" Melissa asked.

"45 minutes."

She nodded, "What happens after that?"

"I bring him back the same way," Kira answered confidently, holding Lia's hand.

"No, I mean what happens if he stays like this longer than 45 minute?" Melissa asked, and the group of teens looked away awkwardly.

"No ones told her?" Noshiko asked.

"What?" Melissa asked, "What happens after 45 minutes?"

"He dies."

--------

Stiles, Kira, and Lia were in front of the three laptops as they spoke with Chris Argent over the phone in a room.

"I'm ready. Try it now."

Stiles turned the three on to see the cameras that Chris had placed all around the hospital were successfully on.

Lia smiled knowing that it was starting to go in a good direction for them.

***

Scott's Mind:

Scott woke up inside one of the body drawers. He looked behind him, seeing that the narrow square shaft seemed to go on forever. He crawled through the shaft drawer, and crawled out to find himself falling out of a locker and at the high school.

Scott got up and started walking down the hallway. "Catch," the famished voice of his Beta rang through his ears.

Scott immediately caught the lacrosse ball and saw Lia standing there in her lacrosse jersey. She smiled, "That's why you're team captain." She winked before walking down the hall and into a classroom. Scott followed in confusion, dropping the ball behind him.

Scott walked into the classroom, looking around, but he didn't see Lia.

There was a laptop open on the teacher's desk. On the screen, the Benefactor's code scrolled to a stop. The "Keyword" prompt flashed. Scott typed in his own name, hitting enter.

The list uncoded into a list of the assassins.

The Mute

The Orphans

The Chemist

Scott thought that the dream was telling him to take this list as his own dead pool. "I can't do that. I can't kill them."

Lia appeared next to him, "Someone has to."

Scott turned at her, "Why me?"

"Because you're the Alpha," Lia said.

"I'm not a murderer," Scott said.

"But you are a predator," Lia said.

Scott shook his head, "No, we're predators. But we don't have to." Lia looked at him curiously, tilting her head. "We don't have to."

Scott shook his head, starting to breathe heavily, slamming the computer closed. He heard gasping of pain behind him, and turned around quickly. Lia was on the floor, with the Mute standing above her with his tomahawk on Lia's back.

***

Reality:

Stiles, Lia and Kira were still watching the computer screens until one went completely out. "Is that supposed to look like that?" Lia asked, being the first one to notice the screen going out.

"No," Stiles muttered, "No, it's not."

"Where is that?" Kira asked.

"It's the roof," Stiles answered, "Someone's gonna have to check it out."

"I'll go," Kira told them, turning to leave.

"Whoa, whoa," Stiles said, making her turn back to him, "This might not just be a malfunction."

"That's why I'm bringing this," Kira said as she pulled out her Katana before starting to walk away.

"I'm coming with you," Lia immediately said.

Kira slowed down for a moment so Lia could catch up before the two girls started towards the roof, ignoring Stiles' protests, "Okay! And you're both coming right back immediately. Especially you Lia!" Stiles sighed to himself. "Kids."

***

Scott's Mind:

Once again, Scott woke up inside one of the body drawers. He crawled and fell right out of a locker, falling into the school. He got up and started walking again.

"Catch!"

Scott did so, but somehow this time he had his claws out. Scott looked at Lia.

"That's why you're the Alpha."

Scott then somehow was now in the locker room. He was leaning against the sinks, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Lia was standing behind him, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched him examining his fangs in the mirror. "There's something different, isn't there?"

"I've got more fangs," Scott said, "I noticed it during the quarantine. I don't know why."

"Maybe it's part of being an Alpha," Lia suggested, "Like you're becoming more of a werewolf."

"Or more of a monster," Scott muttered.

"What if it makes you stronger?" Lia suggested and smirked lightly, "What if I said it makes you sexier?" Scott smiled unconsciously. "It's like you're--"

But he heard a stab and turned around to see now the Mute killing Lia. "Evolving" It finished as Lia fell forward, but Scott rushed to catch her. He looked at the tomahawk in her back. He looked at the Mute, glaring.

The Mute placed a finger over where his mouth should have been.

***

Reality:

Kira and Lia made their way to the rooftop. They were looking around until one of the boxes exploded into electrical sparks, startling both girls. "Looks like someone did something to it," Lia said.

They heard behind them growling, and Kira turned first to see a Berserker.

"I think somebody did," Kira said and got out her Katana swiftly while Lia turned around to become face-to-face with the creature.

The Berserker growled as it approached them. Lia's face morphed into her werewolf one as she growled back. She flicked her claws out before roaring and charging at the creature to fight. The Berkserker blocked her moves, and then it gripped her by her throat, lifting her up, throwing her back several feet into the chain link fence, making her fall.

Kira tried to fight but was knocked out a few moments after. "Kira, Kira, get up!" Lia's shrieks finally pulled Kira out of the trance, and she helped the older girl get up to her feet.

The berserker was still standing, ready and eager to keep on fighting.

Lia groaned as she, once again, was thrown to the ground by the Berserker. "Lia, run! Get out of here!" Kira yelled as she tried to fight the Berserker by herself. But the Beta ignored her pack member pleas, getting right back up.

"Lia!" Kira warned. Lia roared, jumping on top of a fence that covered the box panel of the hospital, about to claw at the berserker.

***

Scott's Mind:

Scott, once again, woke up in one of the body drawers. He crawled and fell out, getting up again.

"Catch!"

Instead of the lacrosse ball, it was the tomahawk that he caught. He then looked down to see Lia on the ground, a wound in her chest.

"Why did you do that?" Lia whimpered.

"Let me help you. Let me show you how." The Mute's hand guided Scott to swing the tomahawk. And Scott did exactly that again and again.

***

Reality:

Stiles, Lia, Kira and Chris stood around Scott. Kira managed to wake Scott, who screamed as he opened his eyes. "Scott, hey!" Lia said as they looked at him in relief, while the Beta placed her hand on his arm.

"What happened?" Scott asked, "Did it work?"

They all exchanged a look; they failed to capture the Benefactor, whoever it may be. Instead, they had caught the attention of the werejaguar Kate Argent, Chris' sister. Kira's Mom had gotten injured. Nothing to come out a success from this plan.

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI - S05E11 - Hit and Run review

We're back. I guess. It feels strange knowing these are the last ten episodes it seems likely we're getting but judging from just this first one it's going to keep on being one heck of a ride at least for that :P

(Full honestly, something is wrong with my internet so I watched this with like 1 million little lags and annoying loading bits so... may have affected my viewer enjoyment. Also gotta go to bed because I gotta work tomorrow so this is a little short and 5% spell checked...)

Miggy

Wham-bam, thank you, ma'am. It would have been more shocking if we hadn't gotten the "I'm late in the promo" but still, it was fun to explore this for an episode. They didn't touch back on what Juliet said about not being sure if she wanted a baby or not, but from how the discussion went today she seemed to have changed her tune. Would have been good to have addressed. I thought the would with Magnum being incredibly award when she told him. (This was low-key a favorite part of mine because not knowing what to say Magnum is pretty rare.)

Loved that they're keeping the Miggy banter and Thomas Magnum logic going strong even with big life-changing-ish news looming on the horizon.

"Yeah but if you are pregnant you will be more pregnant tomorrow."

"Just like how you said you weren't scared of spiders?"

I think this was a big set-up for how the series is going to end. Which I think is going to be very Mentalist and we kind of needed to have them talk about and want a baby, even if not right now. (Seriously, if the show doesn't end with a Miggy wedding and baby on board I'm going to be annoyed.)

So yeah, I'm glad they had the baby talk and that it leads to Confessions! (have I been watching too much K-drama? Maybe. Yes.)

And is it weird that I cried there with them being all "I love you" at the end? Like I thought, kind of that I'd gone through my mourning process for this both with thinking season 4 was the end and during the past few months knowing season 5b is the last. But apparently, I was wrong. I still have tears left.

Watching this episode just kind of made me realize how much I love this show (all over again) and that I'm going to miss it and my babies sooo much.

TC being sad = sadness

It's was kind of hard to watch our favorite guy going through tough stuff. I feel like the *protect TC at all cost* society will sue someone :P no but I was really thankful things seem to be going in the right direction for him both with emotionally dealing and getting some feeling back!

Rick + Piper...

So Rick's got a new GF? I feel like she gotta have some connection to something bigger. Like she's for sure a spy or something right? Wasn't her being all "that dump never" just too great of a start? I mean Rick is cute and all, but just introducing her as a love interest would be a little frivolous? Though they have done that before with Ethan and Lia.

Anyway, Piper is cute and I can't wait to see what happens with it.

The Case!

I really liked this case, even if it the excitement was somewhat lost because my internet kept lagging. It's pretty classic "hitman decides to save victim" only with a Magnum and Higgins twist. It could have gone a lot of different ways and in a way it felt a little too quick for it to end. (I think this might be another K-drama symptom where most things just keep going throughout the season.) I was hoping/thinking when I heard "boarding school, sick mom" that we'd get a Juliet/kid bonding moment.

I would have liked Mr. Hitman to not have died so unceremoniously. I mean this poor kid, her mom is dead, her dad is dead, her brother just tried to kill her with 2 hitmen and now the guy who saved her (even if he was a hitman to start) dies? I mean come on! Couldn't he have gotten caught and she'd be like "I'll come visit you in jail" or something?

The Jin + Book

Are we going to get more flashbacks of Jin imagining the White Knight with superpowers? Because that was so weirdly hilarious. I was like? What? What? WHAT? Then I totally cracked up.

But yeah, hope we have something more with the TR Bell + White Knight. That kiss back from early season 4 is still one of my faves of theirs (even if it wasn't actually 'them'.)

Next week seems fun! Like, repo a fish? What a strange world, but it sure going to be amusing.

[panda-writes-kpop]

Of Gods and Men - Lia

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls!! I hope everyone is doing well today. 🥰

TW: The goddesses' antics continue again. :)

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 ☆ AU Masterlist ☆

Iris ~ Goddess of the Rainbow, Messenger of the Olympian Gods

It was a normal day for you... well, as normal as it could get.

Okay, maybe you were a little late to work because you saw a pretty rainbow in the sky and had to take a picture of it, but that's besides the point

Work was boring, as usual, and you were able to leave early

This, unfortunately, had caused you to crash into some poor woman as you were thinking about what you could do with extra time off

You immediately apologized before noticing that you had caused her to spill a bunch of envelopes

The names on the envelope were strange… You weren’t sure who was trying to address a letter to Zeus, but you tried to pay it no mind

The woman who you had crashed into was less frantic than you were, and your apologies were muted by her warm smile

“It’s alright, accidents happen. I am just glad that you are okay.”

As you hand the last envelope to her, she bows before heading on her way.

She was certainly strange, but you try not to think much of it

Besides, another rainbow had appeared in the sky that you could take a picture of, so maybe your day would turn up

The next day, you aren’t sidetracked by a rainbow in the sky, so you’re able to make it to work on time

As luck would have it, you finished work early, and you were able to leave early

Unluckily, you end up crashing into the same woman at the same time

What a coincidence, right?

…Except that it keeps happening, again and again.

~

“We can’t keep meeting like this.” You joke before helping her up one time. “Can I at least get your name?”

“Yeah, it’s Ir-” She pauses before shaking her head. “Lia, my name is Lia.”

Okay, she was definitely more than strange, but you were too, so there was no room to judge.

“Oh, okay. Do you want to get coffee sometime? I feel so bad for crashing into you again and again.”

“I-I would like that.” She smiles as you hand her an envelope. “How about the same time tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you then, if I don’t crash into you again.” You joke, and she sweetly giggles before going on with her day.

What a strange, strange woman.

[wonda-fhr]

How about Pragma and Ludus for 2 with David and Justin respectively, and Philautia 5 for lia? and just for fun, eros with a question and step of your choice

Thank you for your exiting questions, 💕 Seven forms of Love List

David / Justin Ludus 2. Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally? David would say no. His friends would say yes. He's friendly and lovable, cheeky and snarky when he's feeling good. The mix is very appealing and can attract more attention than he intends. But he doesn't flirt consciously. Except with his partner. And Ryder.

2.Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally? Oh yeah. Justin flirts with anything with a brain. Openly and bluntly, or subtly, depending on the moment. For him, flirting is a way to control his surroundings. The more someone falls under his influence, the better he can control them. He pushes his skills to perfection: the perfect smile, the appropriate movements, the right topics of conversation. He can read people well, is extremely attentive, and has an impressive memory that helps him recall all the little pieces of information that can be useful to him. He can talk about things he hates with interest and cheerfulness, so that his conversation partner is completely enchanted.

But there is one limit. If he likes someone and is genuinely interested in them, he will not flirt.

David / Justin Pragma 2. What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this? David's biggest challenge is accepting the free space a partner needs. Because he doesn't need any. He is far too afraid of being alone with himself and his thoughts. That's why he's more than clingy when it comes to his partner. In a relationship, he will address the problem, but if the partner doesn't take this need seriously, it will become a problem in the long run. If the partner takes it seriously, everything is fine. David is willing to look for solutions and work on himself. The most successful way is to fill the gaps with friends and minimize the times when he is really alone.

2. What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this? This is where it gets a little complicated. Justin likes to be looked after and to feel that someone cares and is interested in him. BUT, he must not feel restricted or controlled. I'm not saying he doesn't like it, it's a definite IT'S NOT POSSIBLE. This is a challenge he can hardly withstand. Sometimes he will not say where he is going, or he will come back very late. Most of the time he will tell you where he has been, but not always. Most of the time the partner starts with innocent questions, "Where have you been? Will you be back for dinner?" It goes well for a moment, but then Justin starts throwing little verbal punches more and more often, not insulting, but deeply emotionally hurtful. Should the partner also add restrictions, such as: Stay home today. Don't go there alone. I don't want you to do that; it will be dangerous. Such an attempt is usually enough to trigger an initial flight reaction. Then he throws himself into the wild nightlife. Uncontrolled, intoxicated by the urge for freedom, he will not come home that night. With luck, such a night will end without a fling. But it always ends with self-hatred, which is the most dangerous thing in his life.

For Lia Philautia 5. Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth? Lia has completely changed her view of her skills. She used to hate everything she could do because it wasn't her choice to become what she is. But now she appreciates herself for her abilities, she is aware of what she can do and is proud of it. However, she does not include social skills. She still sees herself as a kind of fighting machine, with impressive powers, but not lovable. She is always surprised when people try to convince her otherwise. It has taken her many years and a lot of help from others to realize that she is more than that, and that being able to love as unconditionally as she does is a virtue.

For David Eros 3. How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public? David had always watched with envy how people showed their affection in public. But for well-known reasons, he has always been afraid to do it himself. The moment this fear is unfounded, his limiting barriers fall. David loves public displays of affection. He needs it. He loves when his partner's hand never leaves his back or when their hands are inseparable. He kisses unabashedly in front of large crowds and enjoys the envious glances. When David loves, he is willing to show it to the world. (Provided, of course, it doesn't put anyone in danger.)

[rxgueone]

LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG PT. 2

Word count: 3,230.

Pairing: Austin Butler x oc

Summary: Aurilia (oc) is drunk as hell. She calls Austin to come pick her up. When he spends the night with her.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, substance use, death, angst, fluff (?). All I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: PT. 1 PT. 3

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“You should dress nice for the occasion.” Nik suggested as they were both walking to the address. They were about to turn into the next block before Nik stopped them.

Austin turned to face him in silence, Nik took his flannel off. Handing it to Austin with a lazy expression plastered on his face. Austin raised a brow, but took it without asking. In turn, he had given Nik the black ragged xxl hoodie he always wore. Nik grabbed the cigarette in his mouth to hand it to his friend, who held it for him as he put it on. Taking it back and popping it into his mouth, he looked over at Austin.

They both had continued walking after. Austin’s breathing became heavy, emptying his mind of all thoughts. The smell of a fresh smoked cigarette filling his lungs. Nik, who was only 19 started smoking at 16, going to an ID-less smoke shop to get a pack of spirits. At the time his addiction was awful, smoking almost three packs a day. Now just one pack.

Nik would push his limit’s back then. Chain smoking at least 2-3 cigarettes at a time. Admittedly, Austin hated it. However he admitted in his mind it’d only be a matter of time when Nik would start. In spite of him worrying, Austin and Nik signed up for this life at just 12. He was pushed by his older siblings, and for Nik? He just didn’t want his ride or die to be scared and alone while dealing.

The longer this life continued. It wasn’t if they’d get jumped for dealing and cutting out, it was a matter of when they’d get jump. When they’d lose their life. It’s already almost happened before, he could remember clear as day when the cops got called on him. Looking up at his towering friend, Nik exhaled smoke. His black messy hair covered his eyes, and like usual he seemed relaxed.

Aurilia waited for Austin to come by. A strange man had offered to walk her home. But she rejected, yeah she was drunk. But not drunk enough to think this man was Austin. They were rambling on and on about something she didn’t care for. She didn’t go to this party alone, she was the side bitch. Just the acquaintance, her dorm-mate didn’t want to go alone. But now that same dorm-mate was occupied with a guy. And frankly? Aurilia was bored. Her friend had ditched her for a guy whilst this other stranger was bothering her.

Just in the distance she could spot a duo walking side by side. Her vision was a mess, but she saw blonde wavy hair and a tall figure. That must be Tin Head… and his friend Nik. She thought. Clearing her throat, she stumbled over her heels. “Ey, ey, ey! Be careful!” She heard the man yell at her.

Quickly swishing around. “My friends are here.” She protested. “I’m fine.” Flicking him away like a pest, she swiftly turned her back on him. Stepping forward, she bumped into something. “Hey, watch—“

“Hey Ricky,” a deep voice snapped her back to reality. Looking up, she could see Austin standing in front of her, “hello to you too, Lia.”

“Hello,” she hummed, “how’re you?” She had a bright grin plastered on her face.

Austin’s eyes kept looking down at her, he didn’t bother to move his head. “I’m fine.”

“Hey Aus, you know this chic? She’s been tryna walk home alone. I’ve been keeping an eye on ‘er.” Ricky had a typical Italian New Yorker accent. But, he seemed close to Austin, which had confused Aurilia.

“Yes, she called me to pick her up. I apologize for her behavior.” He answered solemnly. Aurilia like a dog, went to Austin’s side. Leaning onto his shoulder as he conversed with Ricky.

“Nah ‘s alright pal.” Ricky shook his head, looking back at the house. Nik looked down at Aurilia then at Austin. “So, Nikkie!” Looking at Nik, Ricky seemed interested. “Could make some paper here if you get my meanin’ y’know.”

“I’ll stay here.” Nik claimed. Austin didn’t protest to it, Nik was no longer needed for the night. “If I didn’t, Al would kill me.”

“Alright, I’ll see you two later.”

“Cya man.” Ricky and Nik both pulled away from Aurilia and Austin. Austin could see Nik flick the cigarette away, only to grab another.

“You okay, Lia?” He looked at her flushed face. She was lost, but nodding to his question. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Stepping back, then swiftly turning around. He walked a few steps forward, then waited for her.

This was done repeatedly until he had enough. She kept falling behind. “Lia,” he held his hand out, but she was out of her mind. Not noticing his hand, he grabbed hers. Their fingers interlocking with each other, he pulled her to his side. Narrowing his eyes, “keep up.” He said under his breath.

They both walked side by side. Aurilia hugging his whole arm. “Hey Tin head,”

“Hm.”

“Thanks for picking me up.” She looked up at him. Austin and her stopped walking, and he turned to look back at her. His head craned down to look at her face closely. She reeked of alcohol, specifically of scotch.

Her eyes widened in awe. His left ear was pierced with a black hoop. She could feel the warm rings he wore on his left hand tightly pressed against her palm. His eyes were examining her face, while hers were staring at his face. Sniffling, “yeah.” He looked away as they resumed to walking. “I’ll drop you off at your place.”

“Don’t you have a place?” It was a question of genuine curiosity. She always saw him outside, away from the neighbors. After dropping her off, he’d always leave the dorms immediately.

Hesitantly, he answered. “No.” Bringing his hand to the nape of his neck, he had breathed in to process everything. He didn’t know how to explain this to her. “I uh…” clearing his throat, “the streets are my home.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know,” he let out a sigh, “I live out here. I don’t got a home.”

“You’re homeless?”

“Yeah,” he gave a nod.

“Is that why you never smile?” He cocked up a brow, confused why she would say that. “We’ve been friends for a month. You never smile.” She claimed, tilting her head to the side. “Smile.” She ordered.

As she watched him. His lips quivered a bit, as if he was struggling to smile. He brought up a sheepish smile. “You look cute.” It was a genuine compliment, his face drooped down instantly.

“C’mon.” They both went back to walking. Aurilia was swinging their hands together.

“You should stay over.” She suggested, glancing up at him to see his reaction. Which was a simple deadpan expression.

“Where would I sleep?”

“With me.”

Austin had no issue with this. He knew he’d do nothing with her and just stay up all night. Plus, it would feel nice to lay in a bed again instead of constantly hanging his head. For Aurilia? She trusted him. She knew he wouldn’t do anything. Plus, she was incredibly bored. She knew Austin would keep her entertained. Not to mention, he smelled of pure cigarettes. He needed a shower. “You sure?” He wanted to double check with her. She was drunk of course, but he wanted her to be sure.

“Yep yep.”

A heaving sigh was all she needed. She knew he was gonna say yes. And she had the brightest smile.

—

Aurilia was staring at Austin who was laying beside her. She had washed his flannel, which apparently belonged to his friend. His hair was fluffy, just washed. He smelled of strawberries, which was odd cause he usually smelled like the city. She wasn’t use to it yet. After a few moments, she fell asleep beside him.

Austin, who had been awake the whole time. Opened his eyes, his eyes gliding to the side to look at her. She was sleeping peacefully. Slowly sitting up, he wiped his face. His face turned to hers so he could take in her features. He had never gotten a good look. He was a simple walker, would meet her at 5:30PM, sleep at her table, after that he’d walk her home. What would he do after? Just live off the streets.

His life was complicated. His brothers had a place, he could always stay with them. They were paying for his college too. But, his college was just a formality. The only reason he got into it was so he could deal. After all, college kids love to party, love to rebel.

Turning away from her. He sat on the edge of the bed. His elbows rested on his thighs, hands covering his lips as he hunched over. Live fast, die young, live fast, die young. He would repeat these words in his head for the rest of the night. It was something his brothers taught him. To accept this life, he was going to die young.

Aurilia stirred awake, poking her head up from the pillow she smeared with her makeup. She could see a shirtless boy in front of her. His bare back facing her, with the smell of fresh coffee filling the room. She looked at the night stand beside her bed, a mug of coffee sat waiting. With a few packets of sugar and creamer.

Looking back at the bare back, everything from last night hit her. She had asked Austin to stay over. What day is it, what day is it. Her hands looked for her phone. Which she had found due to Austin handing it over to her. “Mornin.” He greeted.

“Good morning,” she croaked.

“It’s ten-thirty on a Sunday.” He told her everything she needed to know. “Made you coffee.” Rolling her eyes to the back of her head. She blinked repeatedly, as if she was trying to snap back to reality. “You look awful.” Austin commented. She scoffed at that, however she couldn’t deny this. She felt like vomiting.

“Shut up Tin head.” Getting off the bed, she grabbed his head to keep her balance from falling.

Pushing her hand away, he got up, standing beside her. Wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her, she put her arm over his waist as well. “I’ll take you to the bathroom then make you an ice bowl to wake up.” The pair stumbled to the bathroom. Aurilia almost tripping over herself repeatedly.

She kneeled over the toilet seemingly to hang onto it. He stepped back, leaving her alone if she were to throw her guts up.

Austin came back with a bowl of ice water. Aurilia dunked her head into the bowl, and he sat beside her to watch. Pulling her head out, she spat water at Austin. Who simply wiped it off calmly. Breathing like there was no tomorrow, she had looked at Austin. “Thanks Tin head,” he looked tired, but he nodded. Studying his face for a moment, she could see his eye bags, “did you sleep?”

“No.” His tone was firm. Grabbed the bowl, he poured all the water and ice out in the bathroom sink. Aurilia got off the floor, watching him walk out the bathroom to put the bowl away. She had followed behind him. Her eyes pondered after him. He slipped his black shirt on, as well as the flannel he wore last night.

“There’s no class today.” She said, sitting on her bed. “We could hang out and get you some new clothes.” Aurilia was admittedly tired of seeing her friend in the same boring clothes. Seeing him in a flannel was different, sure. Only issue was that it stunk of cigarettes.

Austin looked back at her. He couldn’t do that. Not after yesterday. It hit him like a truck that he had to call Al, after all it was the first night of selling something different. Not just that but it was Sunday, a day that was important for Al. “I can’t. I have family I need to see.”

“Can I come?”

This question took Austin back. Nobody except for Nik had met his family. He looked at her clearly, debating. “Sure.” It wouldn’t hurt. Aurilia would just have to stay in the bar.

—

Austin walked with Aurilia by his side. He seemed focus on something. Walking in front of her, their hands were intertwined. Austin wanted to hold hands with her because she was a slow walker compared to him. He took long strides, while Aurilia took short ones, causing him to walk faster each time.

He opened the door to the bar. Holding it open for her to walk through, he followed swiftly behind. “Hey Joe,” Austin pulled up in front of the bar tender who was an older gentleman.

“Your brothers in the corner.” Joe seemed to already know what the blonde was going to ask him. His head flicked forward to show where Al and Keith were. Austin pulled out five bucks from the pocket of his black sweatpants, pushing it to him. Joe took it quickly, slipping it in his pocket.

Austin turned to Aurilia. “Stay here alright?” He had a gentle tone. “Ol’ Joe will watch you. He’ll take care of you. I just gotta talk with my brothers over there.” He pointed to the table.

“Okay.” She nodded to him, confirming that she’d stay here with Joe. Watching Austin walk away, she sat down on a stool. Her eyes moved to where Austin’s brothers sat. They both didn’t look much like him. The one with blonde hair was growing a stubble, but he did have blonde hair and blue eyes. But unlike Austin’s eyes, they were a deep shade of blue. It popped out due to having such light colored skin. The other who sat beside him, also didn’t look like Austin.

As she watched, one of them had seemed to get mad. The blonde one was glaring at Austin, and she saw them flick their head towards her. Austin dipped his head, but he froze in place. For some reason, he looked terrified out of his mind. The blonde one brought out a bottle of water with another bottle of powder. Austin shook his head. His hands that were placed onto the table were frantically shaking. He was losing his mind.

Then a suitcase was pushed towards him, Austin took it without any hesitation. Right after he got up, so did the other one with black hair. He handed Austin a bag, who took it without any emotion displayed. Grabbing the back of Austin’s head they had brought him close, leaning down to whisper something. He gently pat Austin’s head after, stroking his hair. Nodding his head, Austin pulled away.

From acting terrified, he had a stoic expression. His eyes narrowed, strutting to her. He stood in front of Aurilia, holding both the bag and suitcase. “We should get going.”

As he held the door open for her. Austin looked back at Keith and Al. Al wasn’t even looking at him, but Keith kept his cold expression onto his kid brother.

—

They were back at her place. Austin put the suitcase and bag down, reaching into it. He pulled out a suit that was tailored just for him. “Were those your brothers at the bar?”

“Yes.” He had a solemn tone. “Their names are Keith and Alphonse. Alphonse is the blonde one, Keith is the black hair one.” Quickly taking his shirt off, he grabbed the black vest, swinging it over his shoulders. “Alphonse is the oldest while Keith is the second,” glancing at her as he pulled his sweatpants down to replace them with black slacks, “we’re all half brothers.” Zipping his fly up, he began buttoning up his vest. “Their mothers abandoned them so my mother took them in. Later on when I was twelve, eight years ago, our mother died.” Grabbing the silky blazer that was on Aurilia’s bed. He also quickly threw that on. Aurilia noticed how he said ‘our’ meaning that he did see his brothers as kin. Genuine real kin. “Luckily for us, Alphonse was eighteen. So we were able to stay under his eye. Keith was sixteen, I was twelve.”

“So eight years ago…” Aurilia muttered under her breath, amazed by this. He was twelve when his mother died. Now he was here, homeless. A street rat. She figured his mother’s inheritance was paying for his college. But if that was so- why didn’t Austin buy a home?

Quickly grabbing a bottle of gel. He started to do his hair, looking in the small mirror that was on Aurilia’s nightstand. He breathed in deeply. “Tell me something I don’t know.” Aurilia asked, sensing that Austin would be leaving soon.

He paused for a moment. “You can make over seven bars of soap with the human body.” He began, putting the bag and gel away. “You gotta use human fat though. It makes the best soap.”

Aurilia scowled, blinking a few times to actually process what she had just heard. Not only that, but at how casual he was about it. “How do you know that?”

“School.” He grabbed the suitcase and stared down at her as she sat on the bed. Austin was meeting up with someone in his brothers place, which was why he has dressed so fancy. It was shocking for Aurilia to see him so nice. He wore black on black. The silk blazer didn’t even look like a blazer, it looked like a jacket. His black vest was made of cotton, with a deep v neck. It was exposing half of his bare chest due to him not wearing anything underneath.

Two black bands on his left hand, one on his middle finger, the other on his ring. With a black hoop piercing on his left ear. Now that she was examining his look, she could see a scar on his left side. It went from the back of his jawline down past his chest. As if someone slashed him there.

“Do I look presentable enough.” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good— I’ll see you at the coffee shop.” He promised, tightly holding the black suitcase before he left.

—

Putting the suitcase down onto the glass countertop. He leaned over it, looking at his surroundings. He felt the gazes of many that seemed to be staring at him. A woman who was behind the counter approached him. “Hi, may I help you?”

She gained his attention immediately. He raised his brows, putting on an act. “Hi, yes. I’m here to drop something off for a man named Alphonse Butler— I’m his little brother. He couldn’t make it. So he made me take his place.” He explained.

“Oh yes!” She got out a sheet of paper just from underneath the glass counter, which was on full display. “Al called and said.. what was your name?”

“Austin Butler, ma’am.”

“Yes! Yes okay good! You are legit.” The woman seemed happy. “Can you open the suitcase please?” She had a playful tone.

“Of course, ma’am.” Without any hesitation, he grabbed the locks of the suitcase. Effortlessly flicking them up, he opened the suitcase. And he was greeted with bars of soap. Where he would sell these to the woman.

[ledenews]

Sean Duffy: Honoring HOFer Howley a ‘Great Day for Warwood’

If it were not for a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers, the latest Dallas Cowboy to be inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame would not have a new, sizeable sign honoring him in his native neighborhood. That’s a fact, and it’s thanks to Sean Duffy, the director of the Adult Program and local history at the Ohio County Public Library. Duffy is a lifelong Steelers fan and still refers to his team’s nemesis-rival as the “Cryboys,” but a man named Chuck Howley was one of his childhood heroes, too. The former linebacker was elected to the Hall on February 9th and was formally enshrined on August 5th, and just yesterday – only 73 days later – City of Wheeling workers erected the signage along River Road. It was Sean who addressed Mayor Glenn Elliott – a devoted Steelers fan, as well – and City Council about the sign, and about naming the athletic field at Garden Park in honor of the Super MVP. Now, when the Warwood Redbirds, or any other team, play ball, it will be on “Chuck Howley Field.” Duffy’s appetite for local history is seldom satisfied, but when it comes to Howley’s career, he recognized many of his accomplishments may never be matched. He’s the only player who performed for the losing team in the Super Bowl that was named t game’s most valuable player. He was one of the original members of the Cowboy’s legendary “Dommsday Defense.” He was a six-time Pro Bowl selection. He’s the only student-athlete in WVU athletic history to letter in five sports So, yes, a devout and dedicated Steelers fan has cheered for a Cowboy because the defensive player is now officially recognized as one of the greatest of all time, and, of course, because Howley is one of our own. Duffy (in the back on the left) joined volunteers and city employees this week to erect the signage honoring the Hall of Famer. Why would a Steelers fan do anything nice for a Dallas Cowboy? Yeah, it's a fair point. As a child of the 70s who grew up with Camelot, the Cryboys were right there at the top (or the putrid, hellish bottom, if you will) of my football hate list with the Raiders and Browns. Yuck. But Chuck Howley was from Warwood, like me. He played for Corpus Christi, like me. And my dad said he was a great linebacker like Jack Ham. So yeah, anything for Chuck. If he'd played for the Steelers, he'd be my favorite player ever. But Coach Landry picked up the phone. Buddy Parker didn't. And for Chuck to overcome the Cryboy stench and get me to take action – admirable. What was Warwood like when Chuck Howley was raised in the neighborhood? Warwood of the 1940s and 1950s was the idyllic all-American small town, with street fairs, soda fountains, corner groceries, and blue-collar families. It was the kind of place where you never bothered to lock your doors, sat on the porch most evenings listening to baseball on the radio, had barbecues with your neighbors, and played in the streets until your mom hollered for you to come home after dark. In short, it was the same kind of place I grew up in thirty years later. On occasion, Duffy will join in on some of the historical re-enactments like this one with Dave Clutter as "Big" Bill Lias. What is the biggest difference in the game of football between now and when Howley played the game? The speed of the game is probably the biggest difference. Chuck was fast, but by today's standards, well, not so fast. The players are bigger, yes. Stronger, yes. More athletic, yes. But I can't help thinking, despite all of that, players like Chuck and Jack Ham could still find a niche in today's game just by virtue of their heart, intelligence, and competitive nature. Plus, Chuck was a diving and gymnastics champion. He was really a great all-around athlete. Chuck could still be a star today. Maybe he'd be more of a specialist, but he could play. How do you explain your passion for the history of the Wheeling area? It's just part of who I am. I love my hometowns (Warwood, Wheeling). The history of this area is relentlessly fascinating. I'm always "discovering" things I didn't know. Did you know, for example, that Chuck Howley ran a laundry after retiring from football? Yep. He had a contract with the Cowboys to clean their uniforms. Then he bought a ranch. This is a guy who bought a gas station in Wheeling when he thought injury had ended his football dreams. This dude was going to be a success, whatever he did. He just had that drive. What's the point? That's Wheeling's history as a whole – hard-working, driven people made this city. And we're still here. I love researching Wheeling history. Duffy and his wife, Patricia, gather with his mother and his sister, Erin, as often as possible. What is the greatest lesson you have learned in your life? Oh damn. Why do you have to hit me with a philosophical question at the end? Ok. The greatest lesson I have learned is that you should be who you are. Don't try to be what you aren't because it pays better. Follow your passion. And play the lottery. You'll flat-out do better and feel better. How's that? Duffy very much enjoyed having author William Sanderson at the library for a Lunch with Books program to speak about certain parts of Wheeling's history. Read the full article

[arizonaconservativegal]

You can me racist, homophobe,transphobe and so on but men have no business playing women sports period.

Caroline Downey

Sat, October 22, 2022 at 3:10 PM

A North Carolina high-school volleyball athlete has suffered a severe injury after a transgender player threw an “abnormally fast” ball at her head, newly released video footage shows.

The male opponent hurled the volleyball at approximately 70 mph, according to the Daily Mail. One bystander claimed that it was “abnormally” fast, the publication said. The female teammate at Hiwassee Dam High School experienced trauma to the head and neck, reportedly.

She is still recovering from long-term concussion symptoms, including problems with her vision. She has not yet been approved to compete again.

Hiwassee Dam will forfeit all games against the transgender player’s school, a decision made by the Cherokee County school board in a five to one vote.

The board mentioned concerns about safety without addressing the transgender component, the fact that a biological male with a significant physical advantage overpowered a female player.

“The County will not participate in any volleyball games, varsity or junior varsity, against Highlands due to safety concerns,” the minutes from the board’s meeting read.

Hiwassee Dam’s athletic director attended the school-board meeting and declared that “statement needs to be made that it [was] unfair and unsafe” for his team to go up against Highlands school.

“There is a competitive advantage and a safety concern for certain teams — it’s not the same for all teams,” the school board’s vice chair Jeff Martin said. “I can tell you that the board wasn’t searching out this kind of thing. It was brought to our attention based on safety concerns.”

“The biggest thing for us, especially after seeing the video of the injury, we felt very strongly that it was a safety concern,” board member Jeff Tatham said. “I think most of the board members also felt like there’s a competitive advantage issue.”

The North Carolina incident comes after the scandal with University of Pennsylvania transgender swimmer Lia Thomas, who outperformed and outpaced multiple female title-holders in the sport at various national events.

More from National Review

Ivy League Releases Statement of Solidarity with Trans Swimmer before Upcoming Competition

USA Today Removes ‘Hurtful Language’ from Female Athlete’s Op-Ed on Sports Fairness

Transgender Runner Barred from Olympics after Failing to Lower Te

Yeah I don't what a fair answer to this would be but just pretending that trans women are physically identical to other women is ridiculous

[evolmaze]

bts hyung line find/hear your confession

summary - hyung line finds or hears your confession

pairing - jin x reader, young x reader, hoseok x reader, namjoon x reader

genre - fluff, angst, comfort

word count - 3.1k words

warnings - some angst, otherwise pretty harmless!

a/n: parts for the maknae line will be out soon!

masterlist

JIN

You had spent weeks racking your brain for some sort of answer, for an explanation why you suddenly thought your friend and neighbor from down the hall was the only person for you. It had happened so quickly, you didn’t even realize. One night you’re watching a movie together, something you’ve done at least once a month, and the next thing you know your heart is racing at the idea of him being in the same room as you. You had no idea why you started to feel this way, but the instant you realized, you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly watching him, thinking of him, wondering what in the world you were gonna do.

You were currently on the phone with your best friend, complaining to her for the hundredth time about how rude it was that Jin thought it was perfectly normal to walk around the laundry room shirtless, “I mean come on f/n, he’s so hot it should be illegal. The man has the body of a god, and I as an innocent bystander should at least be given a warning before walking into it!”

“What do you mean ‘walked into it’?” she asked, amusement in her voice, and you groaned.

“I was doing laundry the other day, and I ran right into him as he was leaving the room, I dropped my clothes everywhere, and he totally saw my underwear and bras, but that’s not the point, the point is that he was shirtless, he was laughing at his clumsiness, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.”

It was at that moment that Jin had walked up to your door, preparing to ask you to borrow your hammer, when he heard your voice faintly through the wall.

“F/n, I don’t know what to do, I’ve literally never felt this way about someone before, and it’s not like I can even say anything, we barely know each other--yes I know we’ve hung out before, but everything feels different now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll probably pass out the next time I see him, and if he’s not wearing a shirt again, oh my fucking god, plan my funeral please.”

Jin laughed quietly, deciding he could ask for the hammer later, he had other plans to attend to, like making sure to ask you about this supposed incident the next time he was in the laundry room; shirt conveniently off for your viewing pleasure.

YOONGI

“Hey I have a question,” Yoongi mused, turning down the radio. You and Yoongi were on your way to a cabin up north, planning to meet some friends there for a fun weekend getaway. You’d been on the road for almost two hours now, and he had decided that it was time to break the silence that had settled between the two of you.

“Yeah what’s up?” you asked, closing your book, and setting it in your bag. You waited as he beat his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.

“Who’s Voldemort?” you froze in your seat, and turned to him slowly, gauging his expression. How the hell did he know about that?

“Why do you ask?” you said slowly, thankful for your sunglasses that hid your panicked expression.

“When you asked me to grab your bag from your room, there was an envelope addressed to ‘Voldemort’sitting on it. Do you have a pen pal or something?”

No, no you did not have a pen pal. Stupidly, you had written your feelings to Yoongi out on paper, an ode to all the boys i’ve loved before. You  planned to store it away forever, never to be read again, in hopes of riding this stupid crush from your heart. All you wanted was peace, and the ability to hang with him without the looming cloud of love stalling over your head, but you must have forgotten to put it away before you left.

“Uh, no, no it’s not that,” you muttered, trying you best to sound nonchalant. “Just a letter I was writing to someone, probably won’t send it though.”

“Their name isn’t actually Voldemort, is it?”

You laughed, “No it’s not. It’s a pseudonym, my friends and I used it all the time to talk about boys we liked in middle school.”

Yoongi sat in silence for a second, and you hoped that that was the end of the conversation. “Do you like this Voldemort?”

You paled, and cleared your throat. “Uh, I don’t know, it’s complicated. I’m trying to get over them, so it’s probably best to not talk about it.”

Yoongi nodded, and didn’t say much for a while, and you assumed that was the end of it, thank god. The drive went on in silence, and you calmed down a bit, mentally cheering for evading a disastrous situation. You even talked with Yoongi about other topics like the weekends upcoming events, and how excited you were to try this new soju flavor. It was nice, peaceful, and definitely less stressful then the previous conversation. That was until you both started talking about college and first impressions. You had been explaining your thoughts on your other friends Namjoon and Lia when he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Didn’t you and Lia have nicknames for everyone?”

“Yeah, we made up nicknames for everyone based on Harry Potter characters...” you said, trailing off on the end as you connected the dots.

“Yeah!” Yoongi exclaimed, oblivious. “Like yours was Ginny, Joon’s was Lupin, mine was..” he paused, looking over at you suspiciously. “Mine was Voldemordt, right?”

You shook your head, “Noooo, yours was something else I think.”

“Hmm, no I’m pretty sure it was Voldemordt,” he said. “Cause you and Lia always joked about how I was pale just like him,” You didn’t say anything in response, instead finding the dirt under your nails way more interesting.

“Y/n...” he called, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn’t look at him, too embarrassed to talk about it. “Hey, it’s fine, seriously.”

“Ah, can we please not talk about it,” you whined, putting your head in your hands. This was so awkward. You had written a middle school crush letter to the man sitting right next to you, and you still had to spend the whole weekend and ride back with him, great.

“Okay,” he said simply, tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel again. “I guess I’ll just have to wait to read it.”

“Oh no way, you’re not reading it!” you yelled, facing him as adrenaline raced through your veins. “I’m burning it the second we get back.”

“But why? I wanna hear all the nice things you said about me, you never compliment me in person.”

“Shut up,” you said, a blush blossoming on your cheeks. He laughed, lightly swatting your knee.

“So mean,” he teased. He lifted his hand to pull your hand from your face. You looked up, surprised by his action. He was never one for skinship, especially with you. “You know I’m joking, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no, I do, no worries, it’s fine”

“Good,” he said simply, bringing his hand back down the arm rest, except he hadn’t let go of your hand, so yours followed suit, held in his grasp. You stared intently at your intertwined hands, and then looked at him, confused. He was staring straight ahead, but you could see the smile forming on his face, and the red hue on his cheeks as well. Looks like you weren’t the only one with a secret.

HOSEOK

Hey y/n! Do you have a copy of the notes from last class that I can borrow?

You smiled at your phone, Hoseok had definitely slept through class again this week, and as always, you were more than willing to share notes, any excuse to talk to him, right?

Yeah for sure! Give me one sec and I’ll send you a link to my notes

You had always preferred to take notes on your computer, you could type way faster than you could write, so in fast-paced lectures it just made sense. You found the document within a folder the two of you shared information. With Hoseok consistently sleeping through one class every other week, and you having such detailed notes, it made much more sense to just put all your notes in a folder he could access. You found the latest document with your notes, and quickly shared it with him.

Just sent it now, it’s in the folder with all the other ones in case you need them too! Let me know if you have any questions!

Sounds great, thank youuuuu!!!

You grinned at his response before going back to your studying. He usually had questions, so you were a little surprised when he never texted you back. You figured maybe he understood it better than you, and made a mental note to ask him some questions next time you saw him. You went about the rest of your day, finishing up your homework, getting your laundry washed and put away, and four hours later, still no word from Hoseok.

“So weird,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys. You had talked about meeting him for dinner tonight, so you wondered if he was still up for it.

Hey are you still up for dinner tonight? Hope studying is going well!

After 10 minutes, and no response, you grew worried and annoyed, so you decided to just walk over to his place yourself. The walk was short, you jammed the whole way, wondering what you’d get tonight, and hoping that your professor would put out grades soon. Walking into the dorm, you passed a number of doors before standing outside Hoseok’s.

You knocked three times, and waited patiently for him to answer. The door creaked open slowly, and you watched as his head appeared in the crack. He stared at you and said nothing.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, hey. I texted, but you didn’t answer, are you still down for dinner tonight?” He said nothing still, and you sighed. “It’s fine if you’re busy, I can go. Text me next time you’re free to hang.” You didn’t mean to sound annoyed, but you were hurt, confused why he was acting this way all of the sudden, especially with no explanation. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel and walked down the hallway. You made it about three steps before he called out your name.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry.” turning around, confused, you saw him open the door. “Please come in.” He gave you a half smile, and you sighed, ignoring the smile that sat on your face as you entered his dorm. It was dark, his blinds were drawn, and it looked like a hurricane had come through here, which was odd since he was usually so clean.

“Hey what happened here? Everything okay?” you asked, worried, when you turned to face him he was standing by his desk, computer in hand.

“I--I, um, need you to read this,” he said, handing you his computer. You raised an eyebrow, and turned the computer around. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the otherwise dark room, your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was about a week ago when you wrote a letter to Hoseok. It was 2 in the morning, you were so tired, but you couldn’t sleep, the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind were too much to handle, so you wrote them all down. Wrote down everything you wanted to say, and closed your computer, never intending to read it again. What you had failed to notice that night was that you created the document inside a folder, the very folder you shared with the man in front of you. You had carelessly titled the document to hoseok so it’s no surprise that he clicked on it, he probably thought it was a funny message to him, but instead he got a look right inside your heart.

You looked up to see him already watching you closely. He looked pained, confused, and most of all angry. “Why would you say those things?”

“I, I, uh--” you paused, you knew at the time it was wrong to write them. He had a girlfriend, they’ve been together for almost a year, and they were so happy together, and you had no problem with that. You loved Julia, and had even introduced the two, but you also couldn’t help how you felt, you had no intention of him ever reading this, you felt awful. “I swear, I didn't realize this was in here, Hoseok I’m so sorry.”

“But you wrote it, and put it in this folder, you must have known I would have seen it at some point.” he protested, coming closer to you.

“I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose, I opened it in the wrong folder, I, oh my god, Hoseok I swear to god I never wanted you to read that.” you said, tears filling your eyes. You had jeopardized everything with your carelessness. He took the computer from your hands and set it on the desk. You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he sat next to you on his bed.

“I believe you,” he said quietly, and you nodded. “I’m sorry there’s not more I can say.”

You shook your head, “Why are you apologizing, it’s not your fault. I was the one who put it in the wrong folder. At least the worst part is over though,” you laughed weakly at the statement, the worst was far from over, but at least you could stop staying up at night wondering what he thought about you. “I’m sorry that you’re in such a weird position, I promise that I’m working on it, I’ve been trying to get over it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for what you feel, y/n.” he said, standing up in front of you. “This is nobody’s fault, let’s go get dinner and talk it out, yeah?”

You smiled at his attempt to smooth things over, you agreed, but a part of you wondered as you walked out the door how long it would last before you grew distant and never spoke again. For now, you’d cherish these last few memories with him, and always remember the times before it.

NAMJOON

“Just say it,”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“Cause I already told you no!” you sighed in annoyance, flipping through another page in the magazine you were currently reading, or trying to read at least, until Namjoon showed up and rudely interrupted you.

“Come on, y’n, I need to practice!” you laughed at him, practice? What in the world was he thinking?

“You’re not seriously saying you want to practice this,” you said, setting down the magazine and facing him. He looked at you, and you realized he was serious. “Ugh, fine.”

He grinned, happy that he had finally convinced you to help him out. All of this started about a week ago when Namjoon caught wind that a girl in his bio class had a crush on him, the man absolutely lost it, so flustered and confused, he didn’t know what to do. You felt like you were watching a cheesy romantic comedy with the way he came to you, pacing back and forth in your living room. He was totally clueless, had no idea what to do, and came to you for help. You had been around the block a time or two when it came to dealing with situations like this, so it was no surprise that he wanted your expertise on how to politely reject someone.

It wasn’t that the girl in Namjoon’s bio class was awful or anything like that, it was the fact that Namjoon barely had time to live his own life, let alone make room for someone else. You were lucky if you spoke to him once a week, you practically had a heart attack when he showed up today. He explained to you the rumor he had heard, and how he had also heard that she was going to confess after their next class together. All of that combined was enough to stress the man into oblivion, so he desperately asked for your help.

“y/n thank you so much, I just don’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?”

“You’re literally the nicest person I know, there’s no way she would leave feeling anything but mildly sad, knowing you, you'd probably offer to pay for her bus fare home.” The look on his face had you laughing as it looked as though he was seriously considering it. “I’m kidding, Joon. Don’t do that.”

“What?” he said, “I definitely wasn’t gonna do that.”

You smirked at his obvious lie, “Whatever, let’s get this over with.” Taking a breath, you tried to get into character: a biology girl who likes Namjoon. “Hey Namjoon,” you said, trying to sound flirty and leaned casually on the side of the couch.

“Hey, y/n-”

“Don’t use my name,” you laughed, “use her name.”

“Oh okay,” he said, and he took a breath before looking into your eyes, “Hey, Emily. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about,” you said, getting up from the couch, and walking over to where he stood by the kitchen island.

“Oh what’s that?” he asked, moving away from you just a bit. Your act must have been spot on, you smirked.

“I have feelings for you, Joon.” you said, trying to sound nervous and excited, however the hell someone sounded when they admitted their feelings. You were never one to discuss such personal topics, probably the reason why you were single at 23, but whatever, you liked it that way. Poor Namjoon looked terrified, and you’d take being single over being the cause of a situation like this any day.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I-oh, I’m sorry, y/n--Emily, I’m way too busy for a relationship right now, I’m sorry.”

You grinned at his attempt, it was weak, but you’d work on it. By the end of the night, he’d be confident and sound sure of his feelings, you could feel it. 

“Okay,” you said, patting his shoulder. “That was good, but next time sound more sure of yourself, your reasons are perfectly valid, and if she’s as nice as you say she is, I’m sure she’ll understand. Again.”

[parkjiminiemouse]

All Your Exes: Shin Ryujin

Pairing: GN Reader x Shin Ryujin

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings: None

Authors Note: This is the first installment in the series and my least favorite that I’ve written so far. Despite this, I hope you enjoy and more installments are coming out soon!

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I know where you’ve been, what you’ve done, who you loved is a part of who you are. But that maturity ship sails when I hold you in my arms.

You were fully aware of how your exes shaped you, how Ryujin’s exes shaped her. How their words helped blossom her insecurities but helped build up her confidence as well. You were okay with acknowledging all of this information, that is until you wrapped your arms around her waist, burying your face into her neck. Small giggles escaping her lips as you leave small kisses along her neck.

There’s a spot on your chest just for me, it’s personally addressed. And anyone there before me should be a criminal offence.

You loved being with Ryujin. The first thing you got to see in the morning was her bright smile as she pressed kisses against your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Morning sleepyhead.” she says, her voice slightly raspy as straddles you, pressing one last soft kiss against your lips. Your heart swelled, that was something you had always loved about your relationship with Ryujin. She always knew how to make you feel special and like you were the only one she’d spare longing glances at. Everything with her just seemed so perfect, she had your heart just like you had hers.

When your friends tell stories about 2017. I know there’s parts they leave out to be considerate of me. Wish I could be blissfully unaware of where you used to put your mouth and who you write your fucking songs about.

“Ah Ryu! Don’t you remember that one time where we came here with Mina?” Lia asked with a bright smile on her face, fully forgetting your presence. You were sure Lia bringing up Ryujin’s ex wasn’t meant to be taken to heart but there was still a part of you that was slightly hurt as they talked about Minji so fondly as if you weren’t even there. Your lover simply nods as Lia continues to reminisce about 2017, “And here you confessed to her and told her she was your first lo-” before Lia could finish her sentence, Yeji had cut her off and quickly changed the subject. As relieved as you were, the tension from the previous sentence prior didn’t go unnoticed. Honestly, you wish you were completely unaware of who Minji was, who all the unreleased songs in Ryujin’s laptop were about. You wish you could trick yourself into thinking they were about you but everyone knew they weren’t, including you.

I want to live in a world where there’s not exes at all. Like you were waiting for me to be the first thing you fall for. The only one that’s ever been in your bed. I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead.

You knew Ryujin was in love with you, you were confident about that but when being confronted with the thought that you weren’t the first and only one, you couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous and hurt. The female held you close, your head resting on her bare chest and your sweaty bodies allowing you both to stick together. Yet again, Ryujin had managed to make your heart swell with just this simple action of being so close. But in the back of your mind, you knew she had done this with others and honestly, you wished all her exes were dead.

No, I don’t need your previous logistics, where you spent your last Christmas. Spare your past life specifics, oh.

With each ex Ryujin had, you considered them to be in Ryujin’s past life. It helped the thought of the female having exes make you feel better. They were her past life and now you’re her present and future. With Christmas rolling around, and it being your very first holiday together, everything just had to be perfect. Unfortunately, your idea of perfect and Ryujin’s ideas contrasted drastically. Fights ensued and eventually your lover had reached her breaking point.

“Sooyoung and I never fought like this, why are you being so fucking difficult?!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face as her fists clenched. Suddenly the floor seemed way more interesting than looking you in the eye. Your hardened expression quickly softened as a pang of guilt hit you harder than you expected. Not once had you ever made Ryujin cry and you felt shitty for doing so now. On top of that, you pushed and nagged her so hard she brought up Soojin. To say that the statement she made didn’t pain you would be a complete lie but right now, you weren’t the priority, she was.

“Love, I’m sorry.” you whisper softly, taking her into her arms as she sobs. This whole situation really scared you, you had always thought of Ryujin as someone who was strong and you had never seen her break down and cry before. You can’t even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, a clear sign that it was probably something insignificant. “Let’s do Christmas your way okay?” And with that, the problem was solved.

And when your friends tell stories about 2023. I hope they hardly can recall there was a you without a me.

“Hey Lia, remember Minji?” Ryujin asks out of the blue. You had gone off to work and since the female hadn’t seen her bandmates in a while, she decided to invite them over.

Lia’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, “Not really….now that I think about it, I can’t remember any of your exes before Y/N, you’ve been together for so long now.” She says while tapping her chin, still trying to figure out what Minji looked like. The thought of Lia completely forgetting about Minji made Ryujin smile a bit. For some odd reason, she was slightly happy that her bandmate had forgotten. “Why?” Lia asks with an eyebrow raised making Ryujin shake her head, “Oh nothing.”

I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead. I wanna kill all the memories that you save in your head. Be the only girl that’s ever been in your bed, I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead.

Remember the feelings you had at the beginning of the relationship? Well, Ryujin had them too. Perhaps you were too blinded by your own jealousy to notice hers or maybe you thought she wasn’t paying attention to you when you talked to your exes.

Ryujin’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the female's appearance as she watched you laugh together. Of course she was jealous, how could she not be jealous when her lover seemed to treat their ex like they were falling in love again. It took everything in her power not to stomp her way over to you both and choke your ex. Instead, she walked over and gave the female a forced smile before saying a quick goodbye on your behalf and pulling you away. How she wished in that very moment your ex was dead especially after your ex had stopped their departure and pressed a soft kiss upon your lips. That was her last straw.

I want to live in a world where there’s no exes at all. Like you were waiting for me to be the first thing you fall for. The only one that’s ever been in your bed. I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead.

So maybe fighting her wasn’t the best idea Ryujin had ever had but the only reason she wasn’t mad at you was because before you got the brilliant idea to break up the fight between the two, you were cheering her on and only her.

Don’t tell me to make nice, that I should try to empathize. I’m confident I’ve got them accurately demonized. You tell me not to worry, I’m the only thing you see. Well, yeah, I fucking better be.

You watch from a distance as Yeji scolds the female, “You shouldn’t have laid hands on her! Would it have been that hard of you to be nice?!” She yells, unaware of the full story, not that she was letting either of you explain. Her gaze then shifts from Ryujin to you, “Aren’t I right Y/N?” She asks and you’re at a loss, looking over at Ryujin who tells you to just agree with her leader so she can stop being scolded. So, you take Ryujin’s advice and nod.

Once the scolding is over, Ryujin pulls you into her arms, her face buried into your neck as you straddle her lap. You could feel her open her mouth to say something but you quickly cut her off, “You’re the only one I want.” you whisper in her ear. A small smile appears on her face as she pulls away from your neck and in response says, “I fucking better be.”

I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead. I wanna kill all the memories that you save in your head. Be the only girl that’s ever been in your bed, I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead.

[veronicaphoenix]

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: best friends to lovers, sad!noah. | Word count: 1.2k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

“I thought we agreed on going to the movies tonight,” I said, my voice tinged with a simmering anger as I locked eyes with her. 

“Yeah,” she replied, her tone hushed. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “But Mitch wants to take me out for dinner. He insisted it has to be today because he’ll be out of town for two weeks. Something came up.”

I could see the struggle in her eyes. She’d probably been battling herself about deciding between our plans or going out with Mitch. 

Clearly, Mitch had won. 

“Two weeks,” I repeated, standing on the other side of the kitchen island. “Can’t you meet him then? We planned on going to the cinema tonight. We decided it last month, Lia.”

“I know. I know and I’m sorry,” she insisted, raising her voice a little, her features still marked with her apprehension. “But I don’t want to disappoint him.”

I made a face, not particularly concerned about whether Mitch would be disappointed or not. 

“And what about me?” I shot back.  

“Noah, I really like him,” she was begging now, demanding understanding from me. Her eyes locked onto mine from across the room. 

“Yeah, I can see that…” I muttered. 

I let my shoulders fall and turned around, busying myself with the coffee machine. 

“You know what? Whatever,” I concluded. “Go hang out with Mitch. It’s all you’ve been doing lately, anyway. I’ll call Matt and give him your movie ticket.”

My response caught her off guard, and the room filled with an unexpected stillness, silence.

“I’m not doing anything wrong, Noah,” she said. Her tone had changed. She knew she had lost a battle against me, so there was no point in keeping up the never-broken-a-plate-princess façade. “And what do you mean with that? If you weren’t my friend, I’d say you’re jealous.”

That’s the fucking problem, I thought bitterly. I’m your best friend. I shouldn’t feel like this.

“And what if I am?” I turned to face her again, holding an empty cup of coffee in my hand. “I feel like a barely see you these days. With your side jobs and this guy there are days in which I don’t even know if you’re here or on the other side of the country.”

“Well, that’s how life is, isn’t it?” She gestured broadly, a bit of exasperation tinging her voice and features. “We have things to do, and it’s the first time I feel like I really like someone. Mitch is funny and interesting, and I can tell he likes me. I want to give it a chance, see where this is going. Maybe… Maybe he’s the one. At some point we have to move on, don’t you think?”

I didn’t like where that conversation was going. Not one bit. 

She must have sensed my unease, just as I could sense her emotions, because her following words came out from her mouth with a tenderness that I couldn’t fight against, “and being busy doesn’t mean that you will stop being my best friend and the person I care for most in the world.”

There it was, that look again. Those captivating brown eyes of hers had a way of bringing me to my knees. 

I slumped my shoulders again. 

“I’m sorry,” I admitted, vulnerability in my voice. “I just… I don’t like it. I don’t like… not seeing you that often.”

“I know,” she said softly, extending her hand over the kitchen isle until it reached me. I lay my hand on hers, and her fingers wrapped around my skin, the coolness of her rings spreading to me. “I feel upset about that, too, but didn’t we have a similar talk when I decided to move into my own apartment? You thought that not leaving under the same roof, not seeing each other for breakfast and then before going to bed, would strain our relationship. Has that happened? I’ve had my own place for over a year now. Have we steered away from each other?”

The opposite. As the years went by, I felt more attached and connected to her.. The more restricted time to talk had helped to create a secret language between us that was based on looks and… Sensations? Yeah, I could feel when she was extremely happy about something or whenever something was off. Our bond intensified during this time that we had spent living in separate spaces, which only solidified my belief that we needed each other.  

“I agree with all you say. Maybe I’m just scared that at some point our lives will follow different paths and eventually, we’ll just forget each other.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” she reassured me, her thumb gently stroking my hand. A small, reassuring smile graced her lips. “It doesn’t matter if I end up moving to the other side of the world, or if you… I don’t know, get married and have kids. You’ve had that dream since forever, haven’t you? We’re supposed to pursue our dreams at some point, but you have always been the only constant in my life. I’m never forgetting that, and I’m definitely not throwing it away.” 

Her words stirred confusion within me. The mention of me getting married and having kids suddenly felt like an unwelcome intrusion into the life we had built together – a life that felt practically perfect.

Something tugged at my heart. I wanted to be honest with her. 

“I don’t want you to stop needing m—.”

Then, the doorbell rang. 

“That must be Mitch,” Lia said, both of us turning to face the interruption. 

Damn it. 

She sent another reassuring look my way, removing her hand from mine as she headed to the entrance and opened the door. I watched her smile widen as Mitch appeared into vision, wearing a worn jeans jacet and denim of the same color. He kissed the cheek she offered him, his eyes catching mine as Lia welcomed him inside. 

“You spend more time in this house than in your own apartment,” Mitch said, making his way in. He hid his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, and I noticed he didn’t seem quite comfortable there, not even when he glanced at me and sent me a friendly smile. 

“Noah doesn’t think quite the same,” Lia replied, her voice joyful. 

She was so lovely, her tone, her attitude. I could tell Mitch made that comment with a tinge of annoyance, and a minute earlier I had been pestering her about spending too much time away. Yet, she managed to focus on her own excitement and joy and not let any of the two men affect her mood. 

I had no choice but to let her go. 

Mitch shook my hand and pointed out at the empty coffee cup I was uninterestedly holding. I had forgotten about coffee. I wanted something else. 

“I’ll grab my things and we can go,” Lia said, ushering towards the studio at the back of the house. 

“Sure,” Mitch said, following her figure until she disappeared in the dark. “Has she been here all day?” He asked me. 

“We had work to do,” I replied, and ignored him as I put the coffee cup back in its place. 

Lia came back a moment later, all pretty and radiant. She kissed me on the cheek before leaving, squeezed my hand and gifted me a beautiful smile, and I was left standing there with two cinema tickets and a bittersweet feeling. I was happy for her; I wanted her happy, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I had always been the one to make her happy. 

[jungkookieyaaa]

Faith In Excistence

This is my first ff ever. Please ignore if I made any mistakes as I am very new here. I think the story is pretty dragging and boring but trust me the story will take a huge turn once it reach 3rd chapter. I will only upload something once in a week as I am very busy. Idk how I even came up with this story. I randomly edited and edited this and now I am posting this.... Anyways please like this to support me and hope you all enjoy this!!

Genre : Thriller, suspense, murder, romance, action, violence, slight smut (Please not that none of this is included in this chapter as this is the very beginning)

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Warning : None (This implies In this chapter only)

Please note that this ff is purely fictional, the characters have nothing to do with this ff in their real life.

Rating : For all

Chapter 1 : Job hunt finished

Y/N was a curious girl. Her parents were really wealthy and supportive of her dreams. She aspires to be a truthful Dectetive. It was her childhood dream to be one. She has the potential for this hard job. She is really smart for this job too. She is a single child for her parents. She just finished the special course for this specific job. She is now trying to get a good job with her outstanding marks. She had already took a interview in a big company.

•Y/N's house•

*Y/N woke up early as usual. Went to bathroom, did normal routine, exercised and finally baths*

She went downstairs to eat something.

Her mother had prepared delicious breakfast. She quickly sat down and ate everything. Y/N's mom was already getting late for her work. She rushed to Y/N and gave her a letter and said bye by running for her work. She didn't even got enough time to tell her what was in that letter.

Y/N read the address and was shocked. It was a letter for herself. She opened the letter with anxiety and found out that she was selected for the interview.

Y/N : OMG I can't even believe it!!!!!!!

She had a pet cat. It's name was Ouka. Even the cat got scared after hearing her scream.

Y/N quickly took her phone right away and typed about this to her mother and father. Her father went to a business trip so he was not at home. She was still in the shock and can't believe her own eyes. She literally jumped up and down in joy like a 5 year old who got chocolate bar.

Then she suddenly remembered that the letter had asked her to contact a number. She saved that phone number quickly but was unsure when to call them. Fortunately her mother called her at the same time.

Y/N's mom : Congratulations my dear daughter. I am so proud of you sweetheart!!

Y/N : Thank you mom, if it wasn't you I maybe wouldn't have even gave this interview a chance. So they have asked me to contact a number.....

Y/N's mom : OK good to hear, just call that number right now. OK??

Bye!!!!!

*Call ended*

Y/N : Guess I will call them......

She gathered up some confidence and made a call to that number.

??? : Hello, this is Aufsty Agency, How may I help you?

Y/N : Well this is Y/N. I just applied for a job interview at this company. I received a letter saying that I was selected for the job.

??? : OK so I am Denise, glad to know that you received the letter. Can you tell me the code on the letter which is marked with highlighter

Y/N : Hmmmmm.......

The director 57

Denise : This number which you currently talking has whatsapp right??

Y/N : Of course.....

Denise: Thank you for calling us. Further information would be passed through whatsapp. Bye!!

Have a great day

Y/N : Well bye, You too have a great day

*The conversation ends*

Y/N quickly passed this information to her bestie, Lia

Lia was online at that time and quickly called Y/N

Lia: Hello Y/N, How are you?

Y/N : Hi, I am fine. You??

Lia : I am also good, you got that job??

Y/N : Yeah I did.....

Lia : Congratulations, see I told you, that your hard work would totally pay off...

Y/N : Thank you so much Lia.....

Lia : So I am kind of like busy right now....

I will come to your house at 5 Pm today

Y/N : OK bye

Lia : Well bye......

*They hung up their phones*

Y/N was a good artist. Whenever she was happy she would draw something incredibly with her art supplies. This usually made her a lot happy. So she was about to go upstairs, that's when she suddenly remembered that she forgot to feed her pet, Ouka. She straight went to the kitchen, poured cat food and served the food to Ouka. Patted her head and went upstairs with her phone.

She took all her art supplies. She has a lot of them. Most of these were gift from her relatives as they knew she wouldn't waste any of these and would use it properly to draw magnificent drawings.

*2 hours passed quickly*

She drew a beautiful masterpiece :

She took a photo of her drawing and moved to drawing gallery.

She went downstairs exhausted from drawing. She watered all the interior plants and the time flew really fastly. It was the time to eat lunch. She went into kitchen and served herself adequate food and started eating.

She finished the lunch and washed the plate.

Y/N's mom returned from her work.

Mom : Y/N, Look what I brought for you!!!

Y/N : What is it mom??

Mom : Close your eyes.....

Y/N : Okay......

*Y/N Closes her eyes*

Mom : Okay now open.....

*Y/N slowly open her eyes*

It was a virtual portable drawing set•9

(Authors note: Virtual portable drawing set•9 is a special drawing set. You don't need any tools, only your hand and just a digital screen. It will open up a blue sheet on the air and if you move your hands. It will identify the strokes and draw lines according your hand movements. It's really costly... And that too version 9 which is the best model out of all the others. This thing doesn't exist, I made it....)

Mom : Isn't this what you wanted for a long time?

Y/N : Yeah mom. You are extremely right. Infinite thanks Mom.

Mom : You do actually deserve to get such an amazing prize. I am really happy that you got this amazing job in first try and you are really young too.

Y/N : I couldn't have made it to this far if you cared about me so much.

Mom : If you need anything please tell me. I am ready to buy you anything you want.

Y/N : Thanks so much mom

*Mom hugs Y/N really tightly*

~Y/N really loves her mother's caring warmth hug always~

Mom : I guess we should throw a big party because you got a job.

Y/N : No mom. Not now. First let me join the job and once we confirm we can throw a party.

Mom : Okay sweetheart whatever you say....

*Y/N gives a lovely smile to her mom*

Y/N : So does dad know about this?.

Mom : IDK, I actually sent a message to him about this but he still wasn't even online just 1 hour before too. He must be really busy.

Y/N : Hmm.... He will call us once he is free so I can tell him about this.....

Mom : Yeah, let me go and freshen up myself...

Y/N : Ok mom...

*Y/N goes back to her room and mother goes to freshen up herself*

~105 kms away~

Jungkook : Ah yes!! I won I won.... Finally!!!

Dad : Come on Jungkook, Let's eat...

Jungkook : OK I will come....

*Jungkook gets up from his gaming chair and goes downstairs*

Mom : Come sit here Jungkook

Jungkook : OK Mom...

*After 15 Minutes all of them finishes their breakfast*

Jungkook walks towards the main door and inhale sharply

Jungkook : Today's climate is very much pleasant. I love this type of weather very much

*Their front gate opens and mail man walk towards Jungkook*

Mail man : Hello Jungkook!

Jungkook : Hello uncle!!

Mail man : Here is a letter for you....

Jungkook : Oh wait it could be about my job

*Mail man hands the letter to Jungkook and Jungkook opens it in such a rush, proceeds to read the letter*

*His doe eyes started to expand so much that it looks like his eyes would pop out of his eye socket*

Mail man : Are you ok Jungkook?

Jungkook : Yes uncle it's it's... Just that I got the job....

Mail man : Wow Jungkook I am pretty much sure you have worked very hard in order to get that job. Congratulations Jungkook!!

Jungkook : Yes uncle I worked pretty hard to get my dream job. Thank you so much!

Mail man : Anyways I should go to deliver the rest of the letters and parcels to everyone. So bye see you later!

Jungkook : Ok uncle get going. Bye

*Jungkook opens the door and run towards the front hall*

Mom : You look really happy. What happened?

Jungkook : Mom and Dad you just won't believe what just happened. I got that job...

~OoOh PaRtY pArTy YeAh~

Dad : Yes I knew you would surely get that job. I am so proud of you my son....

Mom : Yes Jungkook you deserve the job coz you worked really hard for that. I am also very much proud of you too my son....

Jungkook : I should thank both of you for helping me reach where I am right now. If weren't both if you I wouldn't have reached here...

*Jungkook shows his cute bunny smile and tightly hugs both his parents happily. Meanwhile Hyun comes out of his room furious holding a phone*

Hyun : Why are you all so noisy? Let me just talk to my friend peacefully

Jungkook : I was so happy that the fact that I got my job...

Hyun : It doesn't matter me at all. Just shut up and don't make any noise

Dad : Why are you always so rude to everyone? Jungkook is always ready to do anything to keep up with both of your sibling relationship but you still doesn't care about him. You should never forget that Jungkook is your younger brother and he could help you out in some crucial times.

Mom : If you wanna talk so much just go to your room and talk why bother us when the problem has such an easy solution?

*Hyun becomes angry and walks to his room and closes the door loudly*

Dad : Omg it's already 7 : 15, I am gonna be late for work so bye. See you later!

Mom : Let me also go quickly. I will be late for work too...

Jungkook : Bye mom and dad....

* Both mom and dad leaves for work*

~The end~

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 2 coming soon!

[lukealvezhimboextraordinaire]

Daphne+ simon

okay this took me way too long and i apologize! i could seem to find the right theme for them but must admit i had fun writing this one.

so here it goes, a little snippet into simon and daphne's life

As most things in Daphne’s life, it all started with a conversation with her siblings. While she didn’t exactly have many complaints regarding her life as a married woman, she had to admit that she missed the loud family at Bridgerton House. The multiple conversations going at once, the having to make sure Colin was the last one to get to the food or else no one after him would get to indulge in that dish, the ongoing antagonizing game between her youngest siblings, the yelling from across the table, the savage teasing paired with the sarcastic and always on point snarky comments coming from Francesca and Eloise’s witty remarks.

Speaking of Eloise, she was the sole culprit. Well, her and Hyacinth.

Ever since Amelia had been born she had been the centre of every conversation around the dinner table whenever the Bassets had enough energy to put on semi-decent clothes and drive all the way down to Violet’s house. Having a baby was exhausting. Daphne was slightly surprised she had never quite realized how much work babies were considering she had seen her parents go through the same four times. But Amelia was older enough for the hype to have died now and the Bridgerton brand of chaos was slowly returning to the table.

It had started innocently enough. A casual comment about how they barely saw Daphne anymore. Then someone had mentioned that she was probably too busy with the baby. And then it happened. Eloise had leaned back in her seat with a huff, shrugging one shoulder before very solemnly looking at her sister.

“Daphne is no longer fun.”

That seemed to catch everyone’s attention as all conversations died down and the room suddenly grew quiet. Eight pairs of heads turned to look at her. Daphne raised her eyes from her plate, stared at the eight pairs of wide, expectant eyes and pulled her shoulders up into a casual shrug. A dismissive wave of her hand before focusing back on her food sealed her half-decent performance at pretending to not be bothered by it.

“Hey leave Daff alone, she is busy!” Between mouthful and mouthful of food, Colin tried his best to defend his sister. He had a special bond with Daphne and had decided a long time ago that the only person allowed to tease her was, in fact, him.

“Busy being boring,” added one of the younger voices from across the table. Eloise chuckled, pleased, and high-fived the youngest of the clan.

Colin tsked his tongue. “At least she is doing something with her life!”

“I am eleven, Colin.” There was so much resignation in her voice that the room erupted in laughter.

“You are one to talk about wasting your life away,” Anthony mumbled pointedly, biting down a smile.

With an air of resignation to it, Colin let his fork fall against the wooden surface of the very old, very expensive family’s table. The action earned him a cautious look from his mother. “I have a career! I have fans!” At this point he was waving his hands in the air with indignation. “You just love to antagonize me!! Why are you not telling Benedict to go take a shower? He hasn’t showered in three days. He stinks!”

“Me and my body odor would very much like to be left out of this conversation, thank you.”

“Suspicious that you know that, Colin,” Francesca interjected, leaning on her elbows as she looked intently at him.

“Yeah, Colin. Do you keep track of our hygiene routines?” Unable to resist having a go at the easiest to rile up Bridgerton, Eloise joined in the fun.

“I bet that’s why he has so many journals....” Of course, Hyacinth had to get her revenge.

Colin’s ears turned red. He tossed his head to the side and then, in what could be described as the most immature move in men’s recent history, stuck his tongue out at his younger sisters while making funny faces.

The rest of the night went by without any other major conflicts. No one seemed to notice that Daphne had remained quiet for the rest of the evening. Or if they did, nobody dared point it out.

Simon, however, noticed.

He always paid attention to her. Even when seemingly he was entranced by some other activity, a part of him was always watching over her. Not in a creepy or possessive way, no. Just in a… in a need her around way. Daphne was his anchor. Her presence brought him a peace and calm he had never known were possible let alone imagine himself craving. She and Amelia were his whole world and it was only fair to take care of the two more important people in his life. He watched over her to make sure she was okay, to give back a bit of all she had given him.

Simon knew his wife. And knew that when she was silent for so long it could only mean a thing; something was bothering her.

“Princess.” His hand found her thigh and gave the softest of squeezes to it when she didn’t address him. Hopefully, it would make her turn to look at him. There was only so much he could do when his whole attention was supposed to be on the road.

“Huh?” Daphne seemed a little startled to hear his voice, as if she had just been shaken out of a reverie. On any other occasion, the look of bewilderment on her soft features would have made him chuckle. But the worry was starting to set at the bottom of his stomach.

“What is going on in that mind of yours?” His voice was cautious, soft, as if he was taking to a wounded animal.

Daphne pulled her shoulders up only to let them fall back into place. “Nothing.”

Simon opened his mouth to talk but Daphne beat him to it.

“Do you think we are boring?” The despair in her eyes made his stomach churn. He had to ponder it a second before giving her an answer.

“We are not boring,” he sent her a quick glance before returning to the road. “I know we have barely left the house since Amelia was born but that doesn’t make us boring.” It sounded bad even to his own ears. The groan his wife produced confirmed his suspicions. He chuckled. “Okay, maybe we are a bit boring.” She huffed and he laughed loud. Amelia protested in the back and he was reminded that his baby didn’t appreciate noise when she slept. “But we can change that, okay? Let’s go out this weekend. I’m sure your mom won’t mind keeping Lia for a couple hours.”

Daphne’s whole face lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

Violet was delighted to spend some quality alone time with her first grandbaby. But it turned out Daphne and Simon were a bit more hesitant about leaving their baby with her grandmother than either of them had anticipated. As excited as Simon had been all week about the prospect of going on a date with Daphne, as soon as he woke up that morning a strange pressure had settled in his chest. And as the time to leave came closer, it became more and more suffocating. His whole world had revolved around Amelia for months. She was his last thought before falling asleep and the first thought in the morning. He had taken paternity leave under the premise that Daphne needed help but the truth was that he could not fathom being away from his baby. And now that was exactly what he was about to do; willingly spend time away from his daughter.

“I don’t want to see you before midnight,” Violet warned, practically pushing them out of the door of their very own house, Amelia secluded to her hip, happily sucking on her thumb. “Amelia and I will be fine. I raised eight babies and most of them turned out fine.”

Simon sighed. His mother in law was right. They could do this. They had to do this. They needed time for themselves.

“Be good to your grandma, eh,” he placed a sweet kiss on the top of the baby’s head, taking in her scent before moving to kiss Violet on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Violet.” With his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist, Simon watched as she said her own goodbyes to their baby before gently dragging her away when it became evident they would miss their reservation if they didn’t get going soon.

Daphne’s eyes were clouded with tears by the time they got to their car.

“She is going to be just fine,” he tried to reassure her even if he himself wasn’t very convinced.

Daphne nodded, sniffing her nose loudly. “But will we?”

Simon didn’t have an answer for that but he really hoped it was a yes.

Ten minutes into their date and they had already called Violet twice. It was funny how they had become those parents. Especially Simon, who had never cared to picture himself as a dad. Prior to Daphne the life that waited ahead of him was pretty lonely. Hedonistic, yes, but lonely. Filled with parties and luxuries but always an empty house and cold bed awaiting him once his bacchanals were over. Ever since his wife had prompted him the question of if they were bored, Simon had not been able to stop thinking about it. A few months ago no one would have dared call Simon Basset any variant of the word boring and now all he wanted to do was spend his afternoons cuddling his wife and baby on their blue couch. The long nights out, getting drunk and taking strangers back home seemed like something a different man had enjoyed. The thrill he used to feel now turned to disbelief that he had convinced himself that life was enough for him. Now, he looked forward to bath time, to nap time, to any and all those special moments he planned on sharing with his baby. Because he was going to be present in every step. He refused to be half a dad. He refused to only be there for the good, easy parts of fatherhood and let Daphne bear with the weight of raising their children. And oddly enough, he was fine with that. He was content with his life, happy, enraptured. Even if that meant having to endure being called a bore by his new found family.

They called Violet one last time before being escorted to their table. She hung on them, threatening to turn her phone off if she received one more call before they were done with dessert. They looked at each other surprised and then laughed.

“This is weird,” Daphne commented, hiding her face behind the glass of wine for a brief moment. “We are here without Amelia and I miss her but I am also having fun.” As if suddenly a thought had struck her, she froze in place, furrowed her brows and frowned. “Are we terrible parents?”

Simon laughed, shaking his head. He reached for her hand across the table and laced their fingers. “We are great parents. Great parents also enjoy some adult fun.” That mischievous expression she had come to know so well framing his features.

Daphne sighed, feeling the thrill of the unknown starting to bubble up in her stomach. “Adult fun?”

Slowly, Simon nodded, eyes burning into hers.

“Wh-what are you thinking?”

He looked around them and then leaned forward, urging her to do the same. “Do you want to do something bold?”

Daphne nodded. Simon grinned.

“On the count of three, we run.”

Her eyes grew wide with shock but a devilish grin spread across her face. She nodded, eyes shining with excitement. The wine in her veins making her bold.

“One, two...three!!!”

Simon held his hand out to her grinning like an idiot, Daphne took it with a smile so big it rivaled the sun and together they stormed off the elegant restaurant, laughing and screaming, the manager hot on their heels. They ran and ran and ran until they were sure no one was chasing them. Breathless, they took refuge in a deserted alley.

“I can’t believe we just did that!”

Adrenaline rushing down their bodies, they looked at each other for a long second before their mouths crashed one against the other in a hungry kiss.

The next morning Simon dropped by the restaurant to pay for their food. He left a very generous tip.

Nine months later, they welcomed Belinda Basset into the world.

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ITZY Personality Analysis

Somebody requested for me to do Itzy’s personalities, so here it is! Sorry for the late response and inactivity. 

Do note that I’m not a MIDZY, so I only relied on one series to type them - 2TZY on Youtube. I tried watching a Yuna Vlive, but it wasn’t subbed, so I just came to the conclusion that ITZY Vlives weren’t subbed, which is a pity.

Preface: To those who don’t know MBTI, there are 8 functions in four pairs. The judging functions (Fe-Ti and Fi-Te) are used in decision-making; Fe-Ti considering personal knowledge (Ti) and the opinions and feelings of others (Fe), or using hard logic and fact (Te), and a personal moral compass (Fi), while perceiving functions (Si-Ne and Se-Ni) are used for taking in information from surroundings (Se or Ne) and storing it in your “database” (Si or Ni)

As for enneagram, there are three triads: head triad (5, 6, 7) reveals how one deals with fear; heart triad (2, 3, 4) reveals how one deals with shame; and gut triad (8, 9, 1) reveals how one deals with anger. Each person has a tritype, and has one fix each from each triad.

In order from most to least confident in:

Yuna

ESFJ

This was somewhat obvious to me because of how the other members described her. Yuna enjoys complimenting people and lifting others up, and she’s extremely in tune with the emotions of people around her, which led me to think Fe-dom. She can be extremely nurturing, and she constantly says stuff like “You guys take care of me, so I should take care of you!” Then it led me to two choices - ESFJ and ENFJ. However, I barely saw Ni in her; she’s a lot more upbeat and excitable, which could be the tertiary Ne. She’s also pretty good at recollecting details (Si) and has that groundedness along with the sunny disposition of most ESFJs. Yuna also said she usually says stuff without much thought: predebut Yuna after hearing Dalla Dalla approached predebut Ryujin and went “Hey, isn’t this song soooo GOOD?!”, which leads me to go for inferior TI at the moment, though a weak example.

As for enneagram, I was thinking she could be a 2 with how much she enjoys helping others and how adept she is at it. Probably a 9 fix somewhere, and 7 head fix with how excitable and optimistic she is. Between 2w1 and 2w3 I’d go for 2w3, as Yuna mentioned that she’s a competitive person, which is a trait of most 3s. She also isn’t as hard on herself and doesn’t have strict principles to conform to like 1s do.

In conclusion: ESFJ 2w3 297

Yeji

ISFJ

Yeji has a pretty... Si-ish sense of humour. Dad jokes and puns, it’s cute when she laughs at it haha. As for Fe, she’s very in tune with the emotions of her other members, and talks a lot about how when she notices they want something, she’ll give it to them; sort of similar to the way Yuna gifts compliments. Yeji talks a lot about other people and their opinions, but her Si is more careful - Ryujin goes “lol let’s hug her’, while Yeji says “I would have had second thoughts before hugging someone” (dom Si and inf Ne). She’s also careful and meticulous, Si-dom traits, and like Chae, they’re both perfectionists who have a work-before-play mindset. There’s also an intriguing bit - Yeji talks about how people told her she dances by-the-book. Si is pretty adept in mimicking the moves of others while Fe is good at noticing this, so without Fi it would harder to add her own flair in, which seems like a pretty ISFJ struggle. Her inferior Ne shows when with Ryujin, when they both had to assign seasons to each other. (Yeji: “What if we chose the same seasons?” Ryujin:”Then we chose the same seasons”)

I’m guessing 9w1 for her enneagram. Easygoing, perceptive, positive-thinking. Her w1 lies in her perfectionistic and dedicated nature, and she does seem to be more hard on herself compared to the more chill 9w8. I’m guessing 6 fix for her which makes her more grounded and dependable and 2 fix because of how much she enjoys giving and caring for the members.

ISFJ 9w1 962 (??)

Chaeryeong

ISFJ 

Compared to Yeji, I see more Ti in Chae than I do with Yeji and see more Fe in Yeji than Chae, but both are still there. I feel like when Chae tries to explain things, she often talks more about her personal understanding and elaborates on it while Yeji talks more about the impacts it has on others. There’s this bit with Yuna, where she goes “Why would you do that?”, and Yuna goes “Just do it!”. Her Si-Ti can make her a lot more skeptical than Fe-Ne Yuna even if they have the same functions. She also seems to be good with her details of her memories, remembering acutely her routine. Inferior Ne I don’t know for now.  Her Si can make her seem pretty grudgeful although that seems to just be her humour and wit, but there’s that Fe that pokes out that makes her enjoy compliments from others.

I’m guessing 6w5 for her enneagram. Unlike Yeji, who’s more easygoing, Chaeryeong has more of that nervous undertone and is a lot more head-centred. She also kind of relies on self-depreciating humour at times? But at the same time, she’s dedicated and hardworking. w5 over w7 as I see her as more private and withdrawn than w7, who’d be a lot more outgoing. I chose 3 fix with how dedicated she is to her job as an idol, but I’m not sure whether she’d have a 9 fix (easygoing, pushes back anger) or 1 fix (perfectionistic and strict with their ideals)

ISFJ 6w5 639/1

Ryujin

ISTP

Unlike the rest of them, Ryujin is a thinker. She’s more rational, and contrasts to Yuna this way as they both have opposite dominant functions (they even address being opposites). Ryujin when called out has this tendency to give reasonings for why she did it (dom Ti). If something doesn’t align with how she thinks it is, she’ll call it out (”That isn’t really a fight though”). Compared to the rest of the ITZY members, Ryujin doesn’t seem like she has Si - no meticulous attention to detail, rather jumping into things, which seems more Se to me. She also can be pretty witty, with her double entendre (Ni), and there’s this time where Ryujin talks about wondering whether Dalla Dalla would be a hit when she heard it predebut, which would make her more forward thinking (tert Ni). Her inf Fe is interesting - she has this side of her that likes messing with people and getting reactions from them, and she also seems to secretly enjoy attention, oof. Her birthday message to Yuna also seemed inf Fe - “I think I might have been awkward with you and sometimes not so caring, but thanks for being by my side”

Frankly speaking, however, I don’t have much of an idea for her enneagram. I originally guessed 9w8 for how chill she seemed, and the 8 in her makes her somewhat competitive, but then I’m also considering 8w9. So I don’t know what her enneatype is. I’m guessing her heart fix is 3 and her head fix is 7.

ISTP 8w9/9w8 8/937

Lia

ENFP?

Okay, so Lia is probably the biggest mystery for me from all the ITZY members. I’m unsure of her type, and I’m unsure of her enneagram. I’m just taking a guess, so take note this may not be correct. 

Lia is pretty witty - she enjoys humour that most of the other members don’t find as hilarious, and she tosses in these snarky remarks here and there. She likes tossing in these random sayings that I have never heard someone say before (“Your butt will become hairy if you laugh while crying”), which comes off to me as Ne. Her Ne also makes her pretty easily distractible (eg joining a conversation as soon as an interesting topic comes out, neglecting her food). I guessed Fe with how caring she was, but that would make her xNTP (NeSi FeTi) and that didn’t sit right, and comparing her to the rest of the group, she didn’t seem as Fe, so I settled for Fi. This particular bit sounds like Fi-Te - “I’ll work hard (Te) so that I can proudly call myself Yuna’s sister (Fi)”, though not necessarily. Her Fi-Te can also be how firm she is on her opinions. I’m guessing inferior Si with how nostalgic over the future she is, and she has a lot of developing Si thoughts, like taking Yuna to drink wine, or admiring Yuna in her wedding dress. But I also considered INFP because the inf Te can make her more slothful, but I’m settling for ENFP for now, as she does seem to be Te>Si.

As for enneagram, I’m considering that her more slothful and lenient nature is attribute to 9. She seems relatively peaceful and easygoing like Yeji, mostly going her own pace. She finds tasks like moving overwhelming because there are things to pack and unpack.I’m not sure about her wing, but I don’t see the w8 anger/need for control in her, so I’ll go for 9w1. Strong 2 fix makes her more nurturing. I’m guessing her head fix to be 6.

So, ENFP 9w1 926

So yeah, that’s it for my mini analysis of their types! If there are any idols you want me to analyse, let me know :D

[lacheri]

hi bae <3 happy 200 ! this is for the event,,

your Meyers-Briggs personality type + zodiac sign(s): infp-t & scorpio

your chosen aot s/o: eren ! lmao do you see my obsession

your preferred pronouns : she/her

choose a theme/trope: modern au! fluff // home & cozy vibes <3

anything you’d else you’d like to mention: love language is physical touch + quality time ,, i'll let you have fun w the rest hehe

hi lia! tysm for submitting I had sm fun writing this, hope u like it babe <3 also bringing out the ole emo tunes for you, don't mind me

Ten of Cups: this card represents ultimate happiness and fulfillment. the couple watch as their children play, hands to the sky, almost in a thank you to the universe. these two share a harmonic, ever lasting love, a good sign for a long-term relationship when this card shows up for you in a reading. tens in the tarot represent a completion of a cycle. you've kissed your frogs and you've found your prince.

iloveyoumorethanyouwilleverknow - nevershoutnever. "Nothing feels like home like you, babe."

Sounds of unfamiliar voices stirred you awake, your eyes blurrily focussing on the tv on the wall in front of you. The lack of sunlight from your apartment windows startled you, how long had you been asleep? You shifted slightly, the tingles of sleep leaving your limbs, and you felt immense warmth against your right side, cold spots becoming intrusive as you moved away to an upright position on your couch.

“Hey sleepy,” Eren cooed, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“What time is it?” you mumbled, rubbing the traces of sleep from your eyes.

“Almost nine, you pretty much died,” he chuckled, kissing your neck softly. “You hungry, baby? I can cook us dinner.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pass out on you,” you pouted, looking down at him now with half lidded eyes. “You didn’t eat?”

“You know when a puppy or kitten falls asleep on you, and you can’t move because you’re afraid to wake it up?” Eren teased, circling his arms around your middle.

“Awe, Eren, you could’ve woken me up,” you yawned, resting your head atop of his, feeling his hair brush against your cheek.

“Would you wake a puppy up? You looked so cute all snuggled up on me,” he breathed into the warmth of your skin, creating ticklish vibrations as he spoke. “Besides, that documentary you put on was pretty cool.”

You made a face, eyebrows crinkled, “I can’t believe I missed it, I was waiting all week to watch it with you.”

“‘S okay, we can watch it again later. Just as long as you don’t fall asleep on me again,” he moved his chin to your shoulder, gazing up at you with his soft jade eyes. “Are you hungry though? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I could eat,” you hummed, placing a quick peck to his forehead, attempting to break his embrace and get on your feet, but Eren’s arms were locked in. “Eren, how are we supposed to get up and eat if you’re trapping me?”

“But I haven’t gotten enough of you yet,” Eren’s bottom lip protruded out, his eyes widened as he pulled his best puppy dog eyes.

“You’re such a brat,” you poked fun of his clingy state, bringing your fingers to trace his hairline.

“I love you!” he groaned, nuzzling his face into your shoulder to hide as if to hide from your words. “Five more minutes, just wanna’ hold you.”

“Didn’t just say you couldn’t move because I’m the puppy who fell asleep on you?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Seems to me to be very much the point,” you laughed, kissing his exposed temple as he brought his face back up, the same pout now accompanied with a furrowed brow. “Looks like the tables are turned, babe.”

His expression fell, his mouth hanging open in wonderment as his eyes sparkled in the tv’s flashing lights, “I’m the puppy now?”

“A mut, but I guess you’re pretty cute, so maybe I’ll keep you,” you hummed out playfully as Eren broke out into a toothy grin.

“I’ll take it,” Eren batted his long eyelashes at you, leaning up to meet your lips in a kiss. As his pout brushed against your ready mouth, the loud grumble of Eren’s stomach broke the tension, causing both of you to laugh.

“Okay, let’s get some food,” you pecked his mouth, and Eren finally surrendered his hold as you stood.

He followed right after you, trailing behind as you navigated to the kitchen. Pulling open drawers of your pantry, searching endlessly in your fridge and freezer, you sighed. You really needed to go grocery shopping, all you had in your home were ingredients and spices. You could feel Eren’s eyes follow along in your path, a frown on his face as he came to a similar realization.

“We can go to the grocery store tomorrow, babe. We can just order something, I’ll pay,” he whipped his phone out, already typing in your address into an unknown app. “What are we feeling?”

His back was facing you, and you broke the distance by circling your arms around his muscular torso, your forehead resting between his shoulder blades, “Hm, I don’t know. Why don’t you pick? I’ll pick a place next time.”

“You always say that, and I always end up picking,” he threw you a smirk over his shoulder, his heart thumping in his chest as he gazed at you. “You want me to read your mind or something?”

“Yeah that’d be pretty nice,” you murmured, tracing small circles with your fingers above his navel. “You always know what I want anyways.”

“True,” his attention was back to his phone. “Okay, it’s ordered, should be here in a half an hour.”

His right hand left his device, resting over yours, gently breaking your hold. You whined in protest, but he quieted you by turning around, bringing his free arm to push the center of your back to his chest. You stayed like this a few moments, enjoying the warmth exuding from your boyfriend, lingering comforts of your nap had you snuggling against his sternum. Your breathing fell into the rhythm of his heart, your ear pressed against his breast. His hand trailed up and down your clothed spine, almost daring you to fall asleep standing up.

“Eren,” you whined after a few minutes. “You’re gonna’ put me back to sleep.”

“Can’t help it, you’re so cute after you wake up, just wanna’ touch and cuddle you,” his lips moved to your exposed forehead, placing delicate kisses. “You want to try watching that documentary when the food gets here?”

“What if I fall asleep again?” the point of your chin rested against the center of his chest, your eyes locking as a soft smile graced his handsome features.

“I can try to keep you up,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing a giggle to slip through your teeth.

“We won’t be watching it all then!”

“Guess you should stop being so cute then,” Eren brushed his nose against yours. “C’mon, I’ll make us some coffee and grab some blankets. We’re having a movie night, baby.”

At least you had made it halfway through this time, you thought before you had drifted off. Paired with the steaming mugs and the fullness of your bellies, neither of you stood a chance. You sprawled out on the length of the couch, Eren spooning you, squished against the cushions as his arms kept you taut against his chest. The light snores and steady breathing filled the living room like a melody as the two of you slept, the tv’s hum of that documentary long forgotten.

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