#did i just spend 2 hours compiling all of this? yes

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You Pt.3

 Pt.2

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter three

 -Beware Of The Physical Exams!-

  The cherry blossoms danced across the school's garden. The sound of laughter, along with preppy chatter could be heard from within it, the cause of it?  Well it’s none other than the host club. Entertaining the ladies with their stunning good looks.

 Y/n is helping Kyoya sell more products to eager guests.

“You have to watch this. You may not get another chance. Who knows when it’ll happen again!” A girl spoke, still staring at the twins usual act.

And in comes Kyoya.

“You're absolutely right, mademoiselle. All beauty is fleeting. Just take a look at these cherry blossoms. You’ll never be able to see them this vibrant again.” He pulls out a couple of books, and shows the girls. 

“-which is why, I’ve compiled this picture book that contains photos that capture the beauty of each passing day. Incidentally, I’ve prepared similar books of the other hosts as well. If you ladies are interested in collecting all four of them, I’ll discount the full set for you.” Kyoya smiled as the girls eagerly bought the set.

“Well now we know how the club makes extra money.” The twins are now next to Y/n, who is looking through some of the photos.

 “But I have to wonder..” Hikaru starts.

“-When did he take pictures of us?” 

…..

“So Haruhi, have you decided your elective courses for this term?” The twins are now hovering over Haruhi.

 “How about conversational French?” Kaoru asked

 “I don’t know..” Haruhi is lost in thought.

 “I think the three of us should take it together. It makes perfect sense… we are in the same class.” 

 As the three talk over classes a gloomy prince watches them.

 “Say, mommy dear?” Tamaki spoke timidly.

 Kyoya looks up from his book.

“What is it now, daddy?” 

Y/n froze, brain overloaded with many conflicting feelings, But before Y/n could dwell on them for long Tamaki began speaking.

“I have a new theory. I mean it’s just my hypothesis, but it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time with Haruhi, than i get here at the club. This gives them the chance to get close to her and if that happens…”

Tamaki begins to trail off.

 “Really, Tamaki you’ve just realized that?” Y/n baffled by the blondes obliviousness.

Kyoya pulls up a carefully planned chart.

 “According to my research, in a single day the twins spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi. Meanwhile your contact spent with her is limited to a couple hours of club activities. In other words, your involvement in Haruhi’s life each day amounts to no more than a mere three percent.” Kyoya spoke, Putting the final nail in the coffin. And of course Tamaki hates this news.

 “AAH! I don’t want to hear it! I don’t wanna hear it! I don’t want to hear it! Listen Haruhi. I want you to stop hanging out with those shady twins from now on!” Tamaki yelled.

 “Who’re you calling shady?” Hikaru argued back.

 “Yeah! Take a good look at yourself boss!” Kaoru added.

“Ah! Yes, that’s it! Alright then, we will no longer hide the fact you’re a girl from the school no longer. All daddy wants is for you to go back to the girl you used to be! For you to surround yourself with girlfriends and start living a wholesome life.” Tamaki complains and whines over Haruhi.

 “Who are you calling daddy?” Haruhi spoke, getting more frustrated by the second.

 “Is daddy the word of the day?” Y/n already hearing the word more then he should.

“So do it! Change back right now!” Tamaki demanded 

“You don’t really have to rush things, she’s going to be found out soon enough.” Hikaru states, everyone else is still confused.

 “Physical exams are the day after tomorrow.” Kaoru spoke after.

Leaving everyone frozen except Haruhi.

 “Physical exams?”

“That’s right. I forgot all about it.” Kyoya said. Looking to the rest of the group still processing.

 “Hm that means, there’s no doubt. They’re gonna know, I’m really a girl.” Haruhi spoke rather calmly.

 The twins and Tamaki screamed in realization.

 Though Tamaki was now lost in thought.

“Uh Tamaki?” Y/n stood in front of Tamaki, still dazed in thought.

  “Well, it looks like we lost him.” 

“He must be having a great daydream.” Honey mentioned, also staring at the long gone Tamaki.

“He’s kinda creeping me out..” Hikaru spoke, finally causing a reaction out of Tamaki.

 “Envious Hikaru? This is all part of my strategy. While you’ve wasted time blinded by your jealousy, I’ve seen the outcome of this charade. Ahh, this anime is obviously a romantic school comedy. Haruhi and I are the main characters so that means we are love interests!” Tamaki spoke nonsense to the Club.

 The twins butt in on Tamaki’s fantasy.

“Yeah, then what are we?” 

Tamaki smirks before pointing towards the rest of the host club.

 “You boys are the homosexual supporting cast.” He begins drawing a line with a stick.

 “So please make sure you don’t step across this line.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Y/n spoke already exhausted with Tamaki’s antics.

“Hey listen boss.” Hikaru spoke, trying to reason with the blonde.

 “I don’t think you get it.” Kaoru following after him.

Honey chimes in 

 “If word gets out that Haru-chan is really a girl, then she won’t be able to be in the host club anymore. But, if Haru-chan started wearing girls' clothes, I’d bet she’d be even cuter than she is now!” 

 “She dressed like a regular girl when she was in middle school, right? She must’ve been pretty popular with all the boys.” Hikaru states.

 Kyoya pushes up his glasses. 

“Yeah, according to my investigative reports, someone would declare their undying love for her at least once a month.”

“How would you even find that type of information?” Y/n asked.

“Oh I see. So the boss wouldn’t even be able to get close to her.” Kaoru spoke with a smug grin forming on the twins faces.

 “But.. we’d be able to because we’re in class with her all day long.” 

“No way!”

Haruhi finally arrived.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m so late.”

“Don’t worry Haruhi! We’re determined to keep your secret! No one will know that you’re really a girl during tomorrow’s physical! So please, promise you’ll stay our beloved secret princess!” Tamaki fussed over Haruhi.

“Sure.” 

“You know what, I think both of us would be a little peeved if we had to watch guys flirt with her.” Hikaru is already jealous at the thought.

“Then that settles it.” Kaoru confirming the idea.

“Listen up squad members! At tomorrow's physical exams, position yourself in formation A. Then, wait for your orders.” Tamaki spoke, taking his role as leader.

“Yessir!” The twins replied eagerly.

“I’ve got it!” Haruhi blurts out, causing the club to look at her.

 “You guys are worried that if they find out I’m a girl, I can’t be a host and therefore, can’t repay my debt. My balance is five million yen… hm, well guess I have to come up with another way to pay my debt. Haha!” 

“Do something! The subject doesn’t appear to have any motivation.” The twins worry over Haruhi.

“Ugh, why’d we have to get stuck with such a difficult heroine.” Tamaki’s  frustration grows, at rather lack of care coming from Haruhi.

 “Are you really saying that you hate being a host, that you hate this club?” 

“To be honest, I'd have to say yes.” Haruhi answered quite bluntly, striking a chord with Y/n.

 “Well that’s a little harsh don’t you think?” Y/n’s anxiety prevalent in his shaky voice, Hoping Haruhi might just be joking, she can’t possibly hate the club that much.

“I mean you guys aren’t bad but if it gets out that I’m a girl, there’s nothing I can do, you know.” Haruhi explained with a smile.

“We have to find a way to motivate her.” Y/n mumbles.

“Maybe-“

“Fancy tuna.” Mori responded.

An idea pops into their heads.

“Oh that’s right. You didn’t get a chance to eat any in the last chapter's party, did you?” Tamaki grins.

 “It would be such a shame leaving the club, without even trying any fancy tuna…” Y/n joins in.

“What are you talking about, I’m not so much of a glutton, I'd go around fooling everyone of my gender. Just to try some fancy tuna… Hahaha… Am I really gonna get to try it?” Haruhi finally caves in, going with the club's plan.

The day of the exam…

  “We will begin conducting physical examinations shortly. 

  All students please proceed to the clinic in your respective school building.”

As everyone heads to the physical exams, they’re greeted by rows of doctors.

 The Hitachiin twins are the first to get called for check ups.

 And Mori and honey are clearly dressed as doctors.

 “They’re so obvious.” Haruhi grumbled

 “I’ve got those two for backup just in case something happens.

Kyoya responses.

“But why are they in doctor disguises?” 

“They’re just helping to set the mood. Disguises make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.” Kyoya responded with an amused tone.

Being Haruhi could say anything a disheveled doctor bumps into Haruhi.

“Uh, I’m terribly sorry.” Then the doctor quickly left.

“No problem…” kyoya spoke with a hint of confusion.

“That’s weird.” Y/n comments.

“Hitachiin brothers, would you please come with me, we’re ready to do your chest measurement. You can use the area behind this curtain to undress.” One of the nurses spoke.

Hikaru starts taking off his shirt.

“Doesn't matter to me.”

Kaoru does the same.

“-we’re not shy, who needs curtains.”

The girls freak out over the sight.

 “See Haruhi, a rather impressive turnout today. Physical exam is quite popular with the ladies.” Kyoya spoke, looking at the crowd. 

“Which is why I prefer private rooms.” Y/n mumbled.

“What?” Haruhi looked at Y/n.

“Sorry just talking to myself.” He nervously explained, picking at his nails.

“Y/n L/n! Please follow me to the rooms.” A nurse spoke with a kind smile.

“That’s my cue, I’ll see you later.” Y/n quickly follows the nurse. Y/n had always disliked this day, giving him the worst anxiety eating from the inside out.

As y/n was led into an empty nurses room he was told to take off his shirt.

 The nurse looks at the clipboard in her left hand.

 “So Y/n how’s your scars healing? I know it's been a few years.” She politely asked, referring to my chest.

“Their healing is fine.” Y/n quickly responded wanting to finish this early.

“Great! I need to grab a few things and I'll be right back!” She cheerfully left the room, closing the door behind her.

 Y/n took a long exhale, trying to calm his nerves.

———-

“I’m telling the truth!” A girl spoke, catching the attention of kyoya, honey and Mori.

 “One of the doctors grabbed me by my shoulder. He was trying to make a pass at me. I’ve never been so terrified.”

 “How scary!” 

“Do you think he’s a pervert?”

“I had a feeling this might happen.” Kyoya sighed.

 “What do you mean?” Honey looked at him.

“A bit earlier today, I saw a strange man. Wearing a white lab coat but clearly not one of our hospital doctors and I thought he was a little odd.” Kyoya answered not really paying attention.

  “Shouldn’t you have told us sooner?” The twins asked.

“Well, it’s not a big deal, I'm sure a security guard will catch him.” Kyoya looked at the twins.

 “Tell me miss, did you happen to notice where the pervert doctor was headed?” A man asked one of the girls.

 “Yes sir, he ran off towards the special boys clinic.”

Kyoya froze, as the other members realized what’s happening.

“Y/n!”

————

“What the hell do you think you're doing!” Y/n screamed trying to push the man off.

 “Ah. No, it’s not what you think, please keep quiet.” He placed his hand on y/n’s mouth, leading to Y/n biting down on his hand, He pulled his hand away in pain as the door swung open, revealing the host club.

“Ahh! Please don’t hurt me! Spare me my life! I’m a doctor. I have a small emergency medical clinic that I run in the next town over, my name is yabu!” 

The doctor pleaded.

As the conversation continued, Y/n still hasn’t fully recovered emotionally. 

His ears are still ringing making it impossible to think, with adrenaline still pumping throughout his body he was hunched over trying to hide his scars...

And after what felt like hours, everyone left to give Y/n room to breathe, however Kyoya was still lingering, struggling with what to do. He wasn’t even sure why he was still here in the first place.

 Kyoya sighs.

“Are you truly okay y/n?” He almost regretted it immediately, slightly shocked at seeing Y/n burst into tears, he stood there not really knowing what to do or even say next.

 He hesitates before opening his arms for an embrace. Y/n quickly accepted, and continued to cry on kyoya.

 He wraps his arm tightly around Y/n. Kyoya and this weird sick feeling looking at the state of y/n, but before he could think he started talking.

“Shh.. it’s okay.. you're okay now.” Kyoya muttered, not sure where this sudden kindness came from. But Y/n didn’t seem to mind.

…..

…

WOOO TWO CHAPTER IN ONE DAY! I am never doing that again. (I probably will) it’s shorter then the rest but enjoy

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[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

I noticed that now that school season is coming ever closer, very soon lots of y'all will probably be spending 7 hours for 5 days a week in a very densely populated environment for the first time in a few months because of school, so here's my little mask PSA! Yes, in 2024.

(note: the more reading I did the more this became a GET FREAKIN VACCINATED psa, generally, keep in mind that your risk of getting ANY of the problems described below ((or causing them in others)) is reduced by staying in date with your Covid vax, so keep up with it if that's available to you. The more of y'all that are vaxxed, the more it helps others who can't or won't, and yourselves.)

oh wow doesn't that cute clipart I stole just completely inspire you to read all this

the post is a slight bit longer than intended, but each bullet point is pretty short. the first bit is some facts I read from the CDC after that there's a few tips on masking that I read from various sources and some personal experience.

having been infected with COVID 19 before does not prevent you from getting it again and potentially infecting others, and you may experience different symptoms than before.

having been infected with COVID 19 before definitely will not protect you from an entirely different variant of it.

millions of people have long covid, a chronic disease state potentially affecting multiple organ systems, as a result from being infected with Sars-Cov-2

this link is CDC information on keeping your vaccine up to date

my information above this point is from the CDC, but I definitely implore you to do your own reading instead of just interpreting what I've managed to both comprehend and compile into a rather succinct tumblr blog post.

this one is entirely anecdotal, but the only time I have gotten sick PERIOD in the past four years was when I got COVID from someone I ate lunch with, the only time I am ever in public without a mask is when I'm eating.

Data I found for my state indicates a currently low COVID rate (i checked a few places to be sure), however data is only collected from hospitalizations and presented as ratios in any of the sources I've found, which does not help me get an accurate number of confirmed cases to give y'all. Nevertheless, I recommend looking up what data you can for your own region, I wish you luck that it is more informative.

wearing a mask can prevent the spread of other airborne diseases besides COVID 19, so certain times of the year with an increase in airborne contagious diseases as well as time spent in a building with hundreds of other people whose hygiene and vaccination status are completely out of your control and knowledge are especially important times to wear a mask.

I am sure to keep a few paper masks (still individually wrapped bc they come that way and it keeps 'em clean) in my car in addition to the masks I have inside that I put on before going out, just to make sure I'm never caught off guard. toss it when you're home and replace to leave again. (I think same rules for taking it off for an extended period of time- since the side that would go pressed up against your face is now also exposed to the air)

if you don't drive, leave them in your purse or coat pocket, or keep a fabric one on your keyring bc some of them are made to fold up n do that.

KN95 masks are supposed to be even better at preventing disease spread!! same rules as paper masks.

if nothing else, a set of fabric masks is a one time purchase, however the filters must still be changed out daily(though apparently there are also filters that are washable and reusable, though I've only ever used single-use filters in fabric masks before), the mask itself should also be washed daily, or thrown in the wash each time you come home to be replaced with another in your rotation before you go back out.

personally, I intend to go back to double-layering a paper and 3-layer/fabric duo soon, and I actually learned some new information while reading up to make this post.

even if you can't keep up with every single rule, masking at all is better than not, and keeping up your hygiene helps too! wash with soap when available and keep hand sanitizer on hand, etc.

[robinsnest2111]

EMP catalog nostalgia (Nr.4/2017)

+ bonus Peter Steele photo from Orkus! (Nr.12/01 | Dec. 2018/Jan. 2019)

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[knightyoomyoui]

TWICE x M Reader- “Cry For Me”: PART 1

A new TWICE x Reader one-shot with divided parts has arrived to kick off on Set 4! I want to thank you all again for your reads and votes on my first previous series, "Doughnut," which was based on TWICE's own song of the same name. I hope I did well again in this new story I wrote, and I hope you will like it as much as "Doughnut." By the way, my own book for "Doughnut," which is simply a compilation of all 7 parts, will be released on Sunday because I already decided to turn it into a single book after one of my followers answered "yes" on my question in the announcements, a reader commented on one of the parts, and lastly... because of my own desire too. I just need to spend my entire Saturday to reviewing for our upcoming midterms before focusing into the book.

Enjoy reading everyone!

----------START----------

"Timecheck, please," the girl persuaded to her friend walking beside her. They've just exited the department store with their hands full of shopping bags, and the handles are entangled on all   their fingers.

Her short black-haired friend listened to her,, her gaze fixated on the silver watch wrapped around her wrist. " 5:30 PM," she said. The brown-haired girl who asked for it hummed in response.

"We've been here for 7 hours already, although it didn't feel like it," she added after she realized about it. "Yeah, but I guess we're just too busy with our shopping today," she shrugged her shoulders, chuckling from the statement of her friend. "I still can't believe you invited me to go out with you after you just landed back here from the airport, Nayeon-unnie," the black-haired girl said to her bestfriend, who had just returned to her native country after spending three years in the United States with her family. They relocated because his father was promoted to a better position at a company in Atlanta."You could've rested beforehand, you know," she worriedly replied. "I'm not tired, that's why...", the girl named Nayeon blurted out, unfazed. "I just missed you so much okay, it's been almost 2 years already since we last saw each other," she playfully slapped her hand on her friend's arm.

"That's sweet," she rolled her eyes, chuckling at Nayeon's thoughtfulness. "Pretty long, right? Well don't worry, I will always be here for you anytime you want me to spend time with you, to pick up from where we left off years ago." "And that's what we're doing today, and it's been fairly fantastic so far," she added, staring at the side profile of her somewhat taller friend before her eyes wandered over the interior of the mall, where they were presently on the fourth floor. "Of course, since my friend is here today to join me," she said proudly with a smile, puffing out her plump cheeks. "Thank you, Jeongyeon-ah." Nayeon was ready to move over on her side, her pursed lips slowly moving across her face, when she hastily looked away from her, removing the kiss's landing area where it was supposed to connect. "Aghhh wa- nooo ewww," she humorously said, disgusted by Nayeon's action. "You're so mean," Nayeon whined. "Just one kiss, Jeongyeon-ah," she said on the second attempt.

Jeongyeon softly pushed Nayeon aside, attempting to avoid her once more. "No." "Fine," she said, not willing to waste any more time with her arrogance against romantic gestures. "Why do you hate it in the first place, it's like... the sweetest gesture somebody could ever express to you." "I'm not sure, I just find it sort of disgusting," Jeongyeon reasoned. "Tss. As if you've never been kissed before," Nayeon said, dismissing Jeongyeon's explanation. She spotted Jeongyeon glaring at her, which irritated at her.

"Oh... nevermind," she eventually decided to quit with it her because she knew her words brought her to some flashbacks that might mix her mood with a gloomy one. They had just turned from the mall's right lane and were now standing on one of the escalator steps leading below. "Hey, want to buy more things? I already got what I wanted here with me," Nayeon said, lifting her item a bit to show Jeongyeon what she meant. "Nah, I'm okay my new clothing here as well." Jeongyeon did the same but peered lower to check what she bought, which was less than Nayeon's amount of what she paid to get. "I don't want to add too many stuff to my house," she explained. Nayeon simply nodded, which was understandable to her. "Let's eat somewhere then," she said as she stepped away from the escalator. They are now on the third floor, where the majority of the establishments are restaurants. "Why don't we just take samgyup?" Jeongyeon said, pointing to the distance where she noticed people eating and cooking their dishes in a samgyupsal style, which got her attention and passed it to Nayeon too. "Then samgyup it is!" Nayeon agreed, and they began strolling straight through their next chosen destination. They eventually arrived and are now standing right in front of the doors of the Samgyup restaurant, where they can see all the meals that the customers and cookingz are eating and organizing on top of their table, ready to be devoured. "Ooh, we found one," Nayeon exclaimed after searching for an unoccupied free seat inside. She was ready to walk in when she realized Jeongyeon wasn't following her. She turned around to see her looking blankly at something. Her body is utterly still, and she is completely silent. "Hey let's- hello? Earth to Jeongyeon, are you there?" Nayeon awakened her friend's senses, even though she didn't need to because her conscience was still hasn't getting blurred out. "I changed my mind. Let's find other-" Jeongyeon was ready to complete his words when Nayeon grabbed her forearm and stopped her from going away. "Wait, why? But we're already here?" Nayeon puzzledly said. She had just joined Jeongyeon, who'd already moved away from the restaurant after discovering something. They are now both standing alongside the corridor leading to the male and female restrooms. Nayeon then ducked to look at Jeongyeon's face, which was obscured by her bent head. She noticed her expression alter to one of frustration and annoyance, prompting her to inquire as to what had caused her rapid mood shift. "Hey, are you okay? What's up with the fuming eyes?" Nayeon said, grasping Jeongyeon's left shoulder, who was taking long sighs. She eventually opened her eyes and responded, but she wasn't looking at her. "He's here."Eh? H-him? ", Nayeon wrinkled her brows, then sought to identify where Jeongyeon's eyes were fastened instead, seeking a more specific by herself because the latter is still too stunned by what she had just witnessed. Nayeon returned her gaze to the restaurant, and after a few seconds of tracing the individuals visible through the glass pane wall, she realized WHO had drowned Jeongyeon out of her world. "It's YN..." she mumbled. Jeongyeon merely looked blankly at the sight of her bad ex-husband inside the samgyupsal resto, who was also visible from the outside. You're munching your own food after removing it from the hot pan with your tongs. But that wasn't the only thing that you made Jeongyeon confused, angry, and slightly hurt by your presence. You are not eating by yourself. A woman joins your table in front of you and appears to be eating pleasantly with you. You were chatting about something based on how your and her mouths are still moving despite the fact that neither of you has taken up a piece of food. "He's joined by-" "Yeah. I assume that's the person he replaced me with," Jeongyeon replied seriously, her gaze now drawn to the lady who, in her opinion, is indisputably beautiful. "You mean, through cheating?" mocked Nayeon, folding her arms beneath her chest. Jeongyeon's face twitched in anger as she remembered how you committed the largest sin in her whole life, tearing yourselves apart and leaving you unforgiven. You and Jeongyeon have been married for a year. You met her when you placed an order at her mini-online food business, where she works as a chef from home. She had just started her business at the time, therefore she is also the one who delivers it to her first clients. You are among those she served. You rushed inside the door after ringing your doorbell. You were hoping to receive a delicious treat that you purchased online at first... But you had no idea you'd meet someone who would one day be totally yours and become your very first love.

You proposed to your girlfriend months after you two first met, and she accepted without hesitation. As a result, your marriage with her was successful, and you were finally able to call her your wife and begin establishing your dream family with her. Jeongyeon believed the same thing because her dreams were almost identical to yours, so she freely shared it with you. She expected you to stay with her forever until all of your goals were fulfilled with her, but it all crumbled down when the first year of your marriage with her passed... all of her rainbow-ish plans with you were wrecked by a storm. She was just sheepishly thinking of finally wanting to have your first child with her  after she made it clear that she's now ready to raise kids with you as she tried to come up with a solution to deal with your sudden days of unusual cold behavior later that night after when you came home from work when a phone call interrupted her moment. She took it up, and what she heard and saw caused her to scream and cry out her tears. Nayeon informed her that she witnessed you driving another lady inside her house. She didn't believe it at first, but knowing Nayeon, who is always aware of the possibilities, she sent proof #2, which was her photos of you being with your another girl in a car and sending her in front of her house. What happens next when you return home marks the end of your relationship with her when she successfully made you admit that you are cheating on her because "you can't feel the love from her like you used to have." "Aish, I saw that dickhead's face in person again," Nayeon grumbled. "Let's go there, I want to confront him-" she was going to leave her side when Jeongyeon tugged her shirt. "Nayeon, stop. Let them be," she said solemnly. "I don't want to eat there anymore; I've lost interest," she added before taking the initiative to walk away instead. Nayeon trailed behind her, quickening her steps to catch up. "Jeong, listen to me. It's been months since you two broke up because of what he did, and he didn't appear to regret it, Jeong. You should do something about it." "What do you mean?" Jeongyeon asked, perplexed at what Nayeon meant with that. "Jeong, you're his wife, and he just violated your trust and love at the same time, then abandoned you like it was nothing; don't you think he doesn't deserve to... you know, pay for what he did?" she said. Jeongyeon listened to her more intently, but her gaze was still fixed on the direction they were heading. "Let me remind you, you two are married, and cheating is a big no-no. He never apologized to you, which is absolutely unacceptable, and you should not let him get away with this easy, I'm telling you." They both came to a halt in front of a store that was closed due to an ongoing construction. "I know. I-I am upset with him, but I don't know how," Jeongyeon stressed, clutching both sides of her brow. Her breathing grew heavy as she began sniffing from the brimming tears in her eyes. "I just feel like there's nothing I can do..." Nayeon came to the aid, as she usually do for her beloved bestfriend, giving her scarf to wipe the recently shed tears away to avoid staining her lovely face. "No, you can, okay? Well, because I'm also infuriated by what she did to you... I could lend you some assistance with something I'm thinking of that I guess could work." Jeongyeon's eyes were somewhat reddish and droopy when she looked at her companion. "What exactly is it?" Before telling her what she had in mind, Nayeon grinned mischievously.

THE NEXT DAY

"Tell Max to bring all my papers to my desk, then tell Olivia that I want her to go to my office because I'll give her the schedules she needs for leader-nim regarding with the project proposal, okay?" you commanded to your coworker after rising up from your seat and finishing the second batch of paperworks to review for today. "Noted right there, mate," says your colleague Seungkwan, who is sitting in his desk next to yours. After filling your cup with water from the dispenser, one of your teammates and fellow researcher, Rosé, appeared in front of you and patiently waited for you to finish drinking.

"Hey, Rosé what's up?"

"Uhh excuse me but YN you have a guest who wants to see you.", she pointed her thumb to behind, implying that the person is waiting outside the room.

"Oh okay... I'll take it from here.", you nodded before placing your cup back to your desk. "Thanks.", you said to her before passing through her.

You leave the department room of the team you are now assigned to at the firm where you work.You came to a halt after walking into the lobby when you saw a familiar figure in the distance. It was your ex-wife Jeongyeon sitting in one of the waiting seats, quietly waiting and looking at other people walking around the place. You walked slowly, a bit anxious to approach her because you hadn't seen her in months after what happened because of you. "J-jeongyeon?" you said gently from behind her. She rotated her head, revealing your ex- wife's stunning face and her new look.

Last time when you and her were together, she has a long curly black hair that you find it hot and appealing to her but her current one she's having still doesn't change the fact that she will always be beautiful and sexy in your eyes. It felt surreal to see her again. "O-oh... there you are," she mumbled, startled by your arrival as she slowly rose up and frantically adjusted her posture. "H-hi," she stammered shyly, waving her hand. She looked adorable as always, and it took you back to that precise memory where it was the first word she said to you when she came on the doorway of your house holding your ordered meal, which she cooked perfectly. But, unlike before, your heart did not bloom in strong feelings anymore on what she did. To you, it's all in the past now.

"Uhh hi?", you awkwardly greeted her too. "H-how are you?"

"Good, you?"

"I'm pretty busy, but I'm doing well with my teammates," you added. It piqued your interest when a thought occurred to you that you wanted to figure out... What exactly is she doing here anyway? "Oh... sorry about that," she apologized. "Am I disturbing you from-," she said nervously, but you cut her off quickly to put her at ease. "No, you didn't. They can move for themselves there. Nothing to worry about," you waved your hands fast in assurance. You and her exchanged an awkward and very uncomfortable silence, owing to the fact that you are definitely meeting up with the woman you used to adore. Thankfully, you spoke out again, remembering your curiosity that prompted you to ask. "Uhm, what got you visiting here for me, Jeong?" "S-sorry again It's just... I-I came here to say something for you," Jeongyeon said as she fiddled with her fingers, tensely roving her gaze about as she can't stop herself avoidng to make eye contact with you.

"Go ahead, I'll listen.", you said, placing your hands inside your pockets as you stood calmly in front of her, waiting for her to speak.

"I know that... you know, we're divorced now, but... I just want to have some closure with you," she said with a weary smile. "If you want, we could re-establish ourselves as friends again," she offered. "Y-you serious with this, Jeong?" you said, raising your brow as you got surprised after hearing her purpose in coming here to meet you. "I am... and we're completely fine now," she said with a nod of her head. "I just... don't want to hold grudges with people and get away with it forever," she finally managed to lock eyes with you, and you joined her nonchalantly. "Sure, if that's what you want, Jeong; I want us to be friends again," you answered, spreading your arms as a gesture of welcoming her again. "Then good. We've got our closure now, YN," she replied, giving you a smile that appears to be a display of satisfaction within her. "Thank you for this." "Thank you as well, Jeong; I appreciate that you still want to be close to me despite what happened between us," you chuckled, scratching your nape. "You've already become special to me; I can't let our closeness go," she reasoned. "So, uhh... I guess this won't be the last I'll be meeting you then."

"Yeah, it's all fine to me. You can visit here or let's set up a meeting anytime when I'm free."

"I'll save it up in my mind.", she nodded. She was about to turn around and start walking away from you but she added up one more question for you to talk with her.

"Before I go uhm... h-how's you and her?", she questioned with full of curiousity.

"We're doing well. Smooth flow so far.", you said as you taunted a wave using your hand.

"Oh... okay."

"How about you? Are you looking for somebody to love again?", you took the turn to ask her after.

"Not yet.", she shook her head.

"You'll find someone for you, Jeong. I believe in you. Love takes time.", you encouraged her. Jeongyeon just hummed and smiled at your cheer.

"Yeah, you're right."

You looked at the time in your phone after pulling it out from your pocket. "Oh... well I should excuse myself now, Jeong. Gotta assist my team back there again. We really need to finish all the paperworks today."

"Sure, you can go now.", she allowed you.

"Bye, Jeong," you bid your farewell to her. You were also going to leave and return to your office when you thought there was something you could do to convey more how much you appreciated doing this merely to make sure your bond with her won't get wasted. You took a step forward, then drew her body against yours and wrapped your arms around her, sealing her in a tight, warm, delightful, but also somewhat longing hug of yours. Jeongyeon was astounded by your embrace. Little did you know that she tried to compose herself and keep her disguise on, but her furious look, aggressive heartbeats, and the racing flow of her blood running through her body were confusingly transitioning down slowly from fury into something unknown that she couldn't figure out yet. Instead of pushing you and watching you slump to the floor with a great smug look on her face, she just wants to let you do your thing to her. "Thank you for wanting to be friends with me once more, Jeong." "No problem, I genuinely thought it would be best if we just stay like this," Jeongyeon remarked as you felt both her hands delicately stroking and rubbing your back in comfort. After a few more seconds of appreciating the sweetness of your hug with her, you let her go. You gave her one more wave before walking away, leaving her alone in the lobby. Jeongyeon, on the other hand, watches you fade away in her view. Her fake grin, which she had been wearing during the chat, gradually shrank and morphed into a straight-lipped fierce demeanor.

She groaned as she irritably brushed her hair before rubbing her clothes off as if though she was disgusted by your touch with her. "Aish.... I hate his guts so much," she sighed. She began walking out of the building, into the parking lot, where she unlocked her car door and got inside, rolling her eyes at the replay of her hug with you again. "There, Nabongs, I did what you told me to do; I wonder what you're doing there right now." she muttered before inserting the key to awake the engine of her car and drive away.

(MEANWHILE AT THE SAME TIME OF YOU AND JEONGYEON'S INTERACTION)

Nayeon was admiringly inspecting all the various well-made expensive outfits that were hanging presentably in every rack inside a store. She grabbed one, tracing the delicate fabric with her palms as she caressed its soft and smooth texture. She flipped it front and back, and Nayeon pursed her lower lip as she developed interest in purchasing it and adding it to her closet. Nayeon looked around the store and it didn't take long for her to recognize the person who was her main agenda for visiting here. Her selecting the clothes that that she would like to have is only part of her mini-undercover operation to make her less suspicious. She called the lady dressed in her uniform who monitors the customers, including herself on observing the garments. Raising her hand, she successfully caught her attention and quickly walked closer towards her. "Yes, ma'am? Is there anything I can do for you?" the fine lady asked. Nayeon watched her from head to toe and concluded that, although you suck at keeping relationships healthy and strong, especially when it comes for being devoted and committed, you sure do pick a one hell of a woman to fell in love with. The lady is taller than she is, and her curves are flawlessly shown by her fitted pencil skirt. Her beautiful blonde hair is tied in a ponytail, and her face exudes innocence and beauty.

Nayeon agreed and understood right away that you fell in love with this woman, but that is still not an appropriate reason and a decision to chose for you to destroy your relationship with your wife and leave her cleaning up and fixing again the shattered pieces of her heart alone. "Uhh miss, I want to ask... does this fits on me?" Nayeon asked, placing the dress in front of her, covering her upper body to make it appear as if she was wearing it. "Of course you're looking amazing there, ma'am; it would be much better if you were to buy that outfit and wear it one day," she replied, entertaining and persuading the client as she should. "Do you like it, ma'am?" Nayeon bowed her head, smiling at her praise, which was genuine. She does have this weird obsession with hearing compliments about herself, but she is still able to not get carried away easily by how they speak or act impressively in front of them. That's one of the reasons too on why she always reserve a piece of doubt with her to be aware on every people she meets. Which is very helpful to her because if it wasn't for it, it wouldn't lead her following you secretly when she detected you bringing an unfamiliar woman inside your car and discover your darkest truth. "Well, thanks to your comment, I'm even more excited about buying this," she beamed a smile , and your response had her laughing firmly; probably pleased and happy that she had successfully convinced Nayeon to buy their product.

"Yes, I'll be paying for this now.", Nayeon said, only for the saleslady to grew her smile larger.

Now that she have her target standing in front of her, she then proceeded sneakily on following her plan; still portraying herself as a normal customer.

"Uhh what is your name, just curious?"

"Tzuyu, maam.", she bowed her head as she introduced herself.

"A pretty uncommon name," she said, fascinated. "Are you perhaps, not from around here?" "I'm a Taiwanese, ma'am," she said, stating her nationality. Nayeon mentally clapped slowly, amused and astonished that you managed to attract a very gorgeous foreigner and might have tricked her with your deceptive character, which only made Nayeon feel sorrow for the young lady. "I honestly thought you were a model, Tzuyu. Your visuals are way godlike," she said in awe as she travelled her eyes around Tzuyu's ethereal face. The saleswoman fluttered, red tints of blush forming in her cheeks.

"T-thank you."

"Have you ever considered modeling before?" Nayeon asked. That's a genuine question from her because she, too, is curious. "U-uhh... I haven't, but you're just like to what others have frequently telling me ma'am that I have the qualities," she replied. "Well, on their behalf, they are obviously telling the truth!" she agreed with those other people's assertions about what they think about Tzuyu being very accurate, as well as her own. "This place... well, it's fashionable and stylish, this is the environment that matches you, so yeah, modeling? Why not, right?" Nayeon shrugged her shoulders while tilting her head aside.

"T-thank you for the compliments, maam. I'm truly touched.", Tzuyu said, bowing her body again slightly as she placed both hands on her rapid beating chest.

Nayeon grasped her supple arm in her hands and squeezed it gently. "You should be. Hey, I'm going to pay for this, then may I have you for a moment after?" she said. "Sure, ma'am, take your time," Tzuyu said as she assisted Nayeon by leading her to the cashier for the rich bunny to pay. After acquiring the clothes Nayeon preferred, she and Tzuyu left the store and beside of it, there was a free area where the two could communicate privately. "Thank you for allowing me to have a small talk with you, Ms. Tzuyu; I hope I am not bothering you or something," Nayeon apologized. "No worries, ma'am, you didn't," Tzuyu said, shaking her head to disprove it. "Well, you said it yourself that it would just take a while." "Yeah, you're right," she said, smiling and popping her lips out as it pressed together before speaking according to her plan this time. "Anyway, I'll get straight to the point now," Nayeon said, her face slowly changing from bright to serious.

"I know I sounded like a scouting agent searching for someone to invite for an audition organized by my entertainment agency or whatsoever, but... no, I'm not," she declared. making Tzuyu's brows knit together. "In fact, I intended to speak with you about something else..." "May I ask what it is, ma'am?" Tzuyu asked. She was initially alarmed by how odd this stranger she was speaking with seemed. She is eager to find out what this woman's objective is for her. "Ms. Tzuyu, you know a guy named YN LN, right?" she questioned, standing straight and placing her arms behind her back with a pint of intimidation in her aura. Tzuyu's eyes widened as he heard the mention of the name. "E-excuse me?" "YN LN. That name is particularly familiar to you, isn't it?" snickered Nayeon, enjoying seeing Tzuyu be bewildered by how she uttered the name of this man she obviously knows Tzuyu is linked with. "W-well... yes, it is since that's my boyfriend's name," Tzuyu's shaky voice became obvious as the volume increased. "What is this? What do you want from him? Can I help you something about it, maam?" "Yes, I know him, but he doesn't know who I am," Nayeon said, pointing her finger at herself. "BUT, he surely knows my friend who... he owes a lot to pay for," her jaw clenched in anger. Tzuyu just gulped, clueless and pure confused on what she's trying to convey. She's starting to wonder what her boyfriend did to this girl's friend to make her seem like she wants to rebel and hunt him down for his mistake. She has many probabilities appearing in her mind and it wasn't helping her to calm down at all. She just hoped all of it would turn out false. "Ms. Tzuyu, I'm here to ask you something." Nayeon began to walk slowly, circling around Tzuyu. "How well do you know your boyfriend?" she said, leaning down close to the younger's ear, making an attempt to get her words heard clearly by tiptoeing to reach her height. Tzuyu had shivers when Nayeon's breath hit the hole in her ear, tickling and chilling her all over. "I-I'm sorry, w-who are you miss, and where is this going?" she retorted, finally not allowing herself to be frightened by Nayeon's interrogation. " I don't understand what's going on at all; you're making it sound like my partner did something wrong-" "BECAUSE HE IS!" stomped Nayeon, staring deeply on Tzuyu's terrified and appalled state. The space between their faces has narrowed, and Nayeon's agitated attitude is clearly evident for Tzuyu to see. "Don't call me ma'am now; to introduce myself, I am Im Nayeon, bestfriend of the girl who once became his ex-wife, whom he broke up with because my friend discovered that he's having an affair with you at the same time while they're a married couple." Tzuyu's mouth parted as she gasped in shock at the revelation Nayeon had just pulled off.

"Ex- What? What are you saying... I-I don't believe you," Tzuyu chuckled uneasily, trying her best to ignore and dismiss what this woman had just said to her. She wants to believe that you told her the truth when you said you had never been involved or in a relationship with anybody before. "I knew you would say that," Nayeon sighed exhaustedly. She took out her phone from her bag and opened it. She went to the gallery and selected the very first image she saved to day.

She showed to Tzuyu your wedding picture with Jeongyeon in front of the altar. Tzuyu saw how your tuxedo suited on you, Jeongyeon undeniably looking like an angel with her long white wedding gown and your both arms wrapped around your ex-wife's waist once full of care and love.

"There, am I lying now?" Nayeon asked again with sassiness. Tzuyu's heart cracked as she realized you just lied to her. Her complete trust in you began to vanish like smoke joining into thin air. "Oh god... T-this isn't real..." she said, her voice shaking in anguish as she struggled to remain in denial, wishing all of this was a dream she was having while sleeping during her work right now. Nayeon understood instantly what she felt. She watched how her friend suffered more than she did, but the cause was the same with Jeongyeon, so she can't help but feel awful seeing Tzuyu break down because of what she did that just serves the purpose of what should be properly done. "It is, Tzuyu. I saw it with my own eyes when that one night he drove you home before he went to his own, and you have no idea that she's with his wife at that moment," Nayeon recalled the time that led everything into this.

"You're clearly looking at your boyfriend and my friend whom he married only to left her devastated.", she spatted it out strongly as Nayeon felt infuriated again at what you've to Jeongyeon... and now including Tzuyu this time when she saw the poor girl's tears flow down in her neatly make-upped face.

"W-what do you want from me?", Tzuyu said between her sniffling of her cries.

"Revenge, plain and simple.", Nayeon walked beside Tzuyu and rubbed her back gently to console her which only made the latter to cry harder.

"And I want you to assist me.", she added as she spoke it in a lower tone, leaning her mouth closer to her ear.

"How?" Tzuyu said, her eyes defining how hurt she felt as she looked at the wedding picture of you and Jeongyeon that Nayeon showed to her. "I want to make YN regret what he did to my friend, and I looked for you because... oh well, I suppose he basically did the same thing for you too, and I wasn't wrong at all." "At first, I believed he couldn't do that to me... he claimed he only loves me...", Tzuyu said before sobbing again, with Nayeon constantly supporting her. "I'm sorry to break it to you, Tzuyu, but... that's precisely what he used to say to my friend here, too," Nayeon recalled how Jeongyeon confidently mentioning it in her stories with you that she's sharing to her. She can tell by the messages Jeongyeon is telling her about her times with you that she was so deeply in love with you. Nayeon had previously observed how her friend was always pleased and floating in cloud nine while she was always with you. And now, reflecting back on what you did to Jeongyeon in the end after she had been faithful and loyal exclusively to you, did her best to do her role as your wife with full effort, and loved you through her heart and soul, it was simply unacceptable and unforgivable.

"So, that gives me an answer; you don't know him very well yet, but now... you are," Nayeon goes back to her previous question, to which Tzuyu did not respond. "That it was unexpected for you to realize that he just made you a rebound, a side option for him to replace when he fell out of love with my friend," Tzuyu just kept on listening to her words that nearly leading her back to reality, saving her from being manipulated in your deceitful and foolish claims for a longer period of time. "It hurts, I know Tzuyu.", Nayeon with her comforting words, taking the responsibility as her companion.  "I'm sorry if I had to let you know about this... it's just, you don't deserve to be played like this like what he did to my friend. That's why I came to look for you because you needed this too."

"I felt betrayed so much...", Tzuyu finally speaks, Nayeon just attentively listened to what she has to say.  She started wiping the tears from her face with her own handkerchief. "I thought seeing him sometimes with his acts that makes me suspicious of him was just me overthinking because, like he said, I am the only woman he loves but I never even knew that he really does hiding a dark secret from me," she sighed heavily as she felt her heart ache with every skips between on its beat her senses numbing at how her body feels lifeless at the immense despair she's experiencing. "YN is an asshole, Tzuyu; I'm warning you right now to stay away from him," Nayeon cautioned. "And as you said, we might not know... maybe he has other girls out there that he's keeping with him at the same time as you," she said, referring to the part where she acquired that Tzuyu had already noticed some strange and suspicious behaviors from you that made it appear as if you were hiding something from her.

"To be sure, starting today, I suggest we keep a watch on him at all times," Nayeon says before helping Tzuyu rise up by offering her free hand to the heartbroken lady. Nayeon swayed several strands of hair that blocks off her face to make Tzuyu seem presentable and prepared to greet the customers entering the business where she works and continue performing her job properly again. Before she lets go of the Taiwanese woman, Nayeon said one last thing to her before they parted ways. "So Tzuyu, are you in with me?" Nayeon said, folding her arms, awaiting the younger's response to her invitation to assist her in carrying out the vengeance plot she had for you.

Tzuyu then looked at Nayeon as she lifted her available hand to instigate a handshake. She stared at the hand for a few more seconds before coming up with the finalized answer she made up in her mind from rewinding everything Nayeon has told her about you being a goddamn cheater and a two-timer to her and to your ex-wife Jeongyeon.

----------END OF PART 1---------- -🐰🐶🐿🐹🦄🐧🦅🐯🦌-

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Every month of 2021 ♡

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s okay to skip months!)

I was tagged by @becauseofthebowties​, @deanncastiel​ and @inacatastrophicmind thank you so much for tagging me in this!! <333

I was trying to avoid making any kind of “year review” posts at any costs but here we are...😂 and I though I'm just gonna scroll quickly but... okay I made 493 gifsets last year (this number...scares me, tbh!!!) how am I supposed to pick 12?:))) so yeah. I'm gonna break a rules here a little haha!

1. January. Favourite one: Dean’s b-day set. Remember when you all were sending me the moments you fell in love with this character? yeah, me too💗. So much love in this one! Most popular one: spn lgbt compilation (yeah! I remembered this all by myself, and making took me 13 hours haha!)

2. February. Most popular one: this cas in 10.09 set (adore the colors here!). Favourite one: my favorite poem in my native language (+my translation)

3. March. Most popular one: apparently, I'm a masocist from 2012 cause it’s Dean/Rose Tyler parallels set 

Favourite one:  I've started correct quotes series in March, and the first set is 🔥🔥🔥

4. April. Most popular one: “Dean has no taste, clearly” 🤝 “Dude, you can do better” cause yeah... this is gold!!!  Favourite one: this poem of mine set. idk i’m SO weak for sun/moon comparisons..... Honorable mentions for dean being manhandled set, dean’s lips set, and yes, dumbass. we. set 😇

5. May. Most popular one:  Speight 15.18 commentary set. Favourite one: spn + martial arts set because yeaaaahhh!!! I love bjj!!! and this 4.01/15.18 parallels one too! cause it’s... yeah it hurst in a perfect way.

6. June. Most popular one: dean sleeping set. Favourite one:  mary and john correct quotes prequels set. i’m so proud with how good I did with Mary’s words and expressions yeahhh!!!  Honourable mentions: dean in red shirts set, dean’s hands set to one of my fics, and Crowley’s 12.23 deleted speech set.

7. July. oh, I guess it’s when my semi hiatus started? Most popular one: angry dean from 13.03 set. Favourite one: immortals fob for jess acklesology set.  8. August. yeah, still on hiatus and posting stuff from my drafts. but misha’s reaction on deancas 100k fics made me come back 😂. Most popular one: I like being on top set. Favourite one:  dean reactions to megstiel moments set. 9. September. Most popular one: dean’s tiddies set cause yeah, real and perky! Favourite one: lazarus rising set. 10. October. Most popular one: tfw+tfw 2.0 set (aaaah my fav orange psd here!😍). Favourite one: this poem for rambleoncas’ celebration set. 11. November. Ok, there were pretty dope despair nov 5 parallels set,  rupture/despair parallels set

and fav so far bi young dean studies set...... BUT!!! the best ever thing I created tor this fandom (ngl, this is my favourite creation ever and the most work and the most love...!!)

is... FOUR LETTER WORD set. this.... is.... mindblowing ok?😮😮😮  

12. December.  Most popular one: and Tumblr blocked tags edit cause yeah, this is really funny:))) Favourite one:  the  snow set for jess acklesology’s celebration. No, you don’t understand.... I found the perfect real show footages (YES THESE ARE NOT just some FILTERS!!!) and spend HOURS to blend it with gifs, for it to look as natural as possible. I mean... have you noticed how snowflakes appear grey against the light, and then, falling down, look white against the dark background????? Yeas, just so you know! THIS IS MY MAGIC OK??? BYE!!!:)))

ok so that’s it! tysm for your attention! 💗 tagging: @mishacollinss​ @fromperdition​ @theedorksinlove​ @alivedean​ and @bebecas​ and anyone else who wants to to this!

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see.....” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking . 

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle....” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie. 

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter.... i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.” 

I didn’t particularly enjoy my job or hate it. It was just something I did to make money and I was fine with that. As a kid I’d had some vague dreams of being a photographer and while I did occasionally take my camera out to click candids of my family or the occasional cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t a major component in my life. 

Or at least, it hadn’t been, for the two and half years I’d worked here. Right about the time I started sleeping with Jungkook. I stared at the screen, feeling myself drown in the redundant words. It wasn’t that I didn’t imagine a life with Jungkook.....but... I wasn’t sure if we would work well, as a couple. I had never been on a date with him , never met each other for anything that didn’t end in mutually ( enjoyable ) orgasms and just.... most of the time we did piss each other off incredibly. 

But I could feel the clock ticking....I wasn’t really a co ed anymore, was I? There was more to a relationship than just sex and ... I wanted it. Of course I did....

I couldn’t spend the rest of my life doing this with Jungkook. But I couldn’t for the life of me, imagine not  doing this with him. 

And in the wake of that thought came the thought I had always avoided.

 What if I could have both? What if I could have the dirty , raunchy , mindblowing sex , along with the Sunday brunches, picnics in the park and skinny dipping in the pool at midnight? 

What if, possibly, Jungkook could be the one I had dinner with on a Friday night? What if he was the one I woke up to everyday, made pancakes for and with, smearing flour on each other’s noses as we chased each other around the kitchen in our PJs?

 Fuck. 

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Jungkook was busy for a couple of days with his training and I couldn’t get a chance to meet him . On the day before his supposed match, he told me he wanted to ‘unwind’ . Would I be kind enough to join him for the night? 

I agreed, 

My phone buzzed, just as I stepped out of the shower. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous contact name that Jungkook had probably put in himself. 

 From Hungkook 

You have an appointment tonight m’lady. 

An appointment to ride this dick.

On my terms.

You’re gonna stay over right?

 I scoffed at the last bit., When had it ever  not  been on his terms?? I ran the towel through my hair before carefully coating my fingers with lotion and threading them through the damp strands. 

~~~~

From me,

When did you change your fucking contact name , dickhead. Yes, I’ll stay over and we’re meeting at 7.00 PM right?? Will you pick me up?

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From Kook,

 Wasn’t me.... must’ve been you subconsciously. Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking about how big I am,  all the fucking time. 

I’m still  setting stuff up. Get a cab. Or I can send my chauffeur if you want? 

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From me,

 No. I’ll drive myself over. 

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From Kook,

Wear something easy to take off. c u. 

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Jerk, I thought fondly. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable. I wanted to talk to Jungkook about us. And I would.... eventually. When I felt ready enough.... 

For tonight, I would indulge him. .  

I had gone the extra mile today, soaked in the tub for a whole hour so my skin was completely imbibed with the�� scent of strawberries and cream, with little whiffs of lavender. The body scrub had done its job and my skin fairly glowed, plump and soft. 

I decided to forego makeup, only putting on the barest minimum : some gloss and a moisturizing spray. I grabbed the short kimono style dress from the closet, slipping it on without anything underneath. 

I stared at myself from all angles, just to make sure I was still decent. Not that it would matter. Jungkook’s condo had a private elevator that no one but he used . Perks of owning the entire apartment complex , I guessed. I hesitated before rummaging through the  small jewelry box I kept hidden in the back of the closet. 

It had a small necklace, the only gift I’d ever accepted from Jungkook. I stared at the small , pendant : a small heart with the words, JK’s engraved on it. It had been a gag gift, meant to aggrieve me during one of our ridiculous spats. But i traced the words and wondered why the prospect of belonging to him didn’t feel quite as infuriating as it used to . 

Slipping it on, I quickly grabbed my wallet and keys. 

Well, time to get this show on the road. ‘

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Jungkook opened the door, freshly showered, dressed in a white linen shirt, a few sizes too big and opened half way through. As always, a glimpse of his gorgeous face was all it took for arousal to pool in the pit of my stomach. I smiled at him.

“Hi.” I grinned.

He stared at me for a second taking a deep breath.

“Jesus, you smell fucking delicious....What  is that?” He groaned, grabbing my wrist and tugging me in. I followed him to the dining space, blinking when I saw the two small glasses of wine. 

“Ooh...fancy. Looks like you’re looking to spoil someone tonight. “ I teased. 

“Yeah, just had my girlfriend over. You must’ve run into her on the way up.” He winked and I shook my head, laughing as I grabbed one, taking a small sip. 

“So....? Should we get started....”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing the satin ribbon tie that held my dress together and tugging on it gently. I kept my eyes trained on his face , just so I wouldn’t miss the look on his face when the fabric fell apart. 

He didn’t disappoint. 

Doe eyes widened in shock, lips parting in a sharp little exhale as he stared at me, completely naked in the golden spool of light, cast by the small chandelier overhead. 

“Oh fuck.....is that...?” He lightly pulled the pendant at the base of my throat, staring at the inscription.

“Thought it may turn you on....” I shrugged. Jungkook’s eyes ran up and down my body and I felt an inordinate thrill at how open he was with how much he enjoyed looking at me, even though it was far from the first time. 

“That’s my biggest weakness, darling......I’m always turned on for you...” He grinned , winking. 

“So should we go open that toy box of yours?” I prompted when he stepped closer. 

“Hmm... Not like this. “ He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his torso before carefully slipping it on me. “ I can’t concentrate if you’re standing here without clothes on.” 

 The linen shirt, big on Jungkook’s broad frame , practically swallowed me up, hanging somewhere near my knee. I watched the way his pupils dilated when he stared at me.

“Fuck... you in my clothes.... This may be worse than you being naked...” He said, sounding slightly strangled. 

I flicked his forehead playfully.

“I’m beginning to think you’re just stalling.... ” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Nope, just thinking of a couple of drawings I could make with this particular shirt on you.” 

I felt my insides quiver as I remembered the art and the very enjoyable time I’d had seeing all of it. 

“If you hurry up , I may model for you. “ I said casually and Jungkook froze.

“Better not joke about that, Areum...” He said harshly.

“Well, what if I’m not?” 

“Are you?”

“Only one way to find out.” I smiled, yelping when his arms shot out, wrapping around my thighs and throwing me over his shoulder as he stalked over to the bedroom.

I whined because his shoulder blades dug into my tummy , feeling slightly dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head.

I stumbled a bit when he set me down , blinking to orient myself. I stared around at the room, my throat going dry. 

The bed was covered in satin sheets in a rich shade of burgundy . The entire room was lit only from the backlight in the bedframe, low and demure as it lit parts of the bed while the rest of room stayed plunged in darkness. An ornate table stood right next to the bed with what looked like a hundred or so sex toys and I flushed red, my face heating up. 

I felt my heart begin to pound inside me. 

It was so foreign, this desperate sort of anticipation, something I didn’t usually feel because this was Jungkook and I knew him ....knew his body better than my own. 

“Well, since you wanted to pick the toys we’d use today....”

“No.” I whispered softly.

“What?”

I turned to him , smiling before carefully walking over to the bed and climbing on. I crawled to the center before carefully sitting down on my heels, kneeling. 

“You can pick.”  I shrugged. 

Jungkook stared at me thoughtfully.

“You’re joking.” He said softly.

“I trust you.” I replied. 

His eyes widened, lips parting. He licked his lips, before tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

“Really? You trust me?” He asked, looking incredibly skeptical.

“I do. “

“Trust that I ....?” 

“That you won’t hurt me.”

“Hmm... I’ve gone soft on you haven’t I? Haven’t left bruises on that perfect body in a while... “ He said casually and I felt my heart jerk a little. 

Earlier in our relationship, Jungkook had always skirted the edge of too much, sometimes leaving marks and bruises  that lingered for weeks after our sexcapades. And he was right...we had toned it down the past few weeks,

“Even then...You never did anything I didn’t want.” I pointed out. 

He smiled.

“That’s true... my pretty little slut, you wanted every single one of those bruises, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“I did...” 

“So , I can just go pick any toy I want and you’ll let me put it on you....?  In you?” He prompted. 

“I trust you.” I said again. 

He narrowed his eyes at me  before moving slowly to the table. I stared back, holding his gaze as I watched him carefully pick up something from the table.

My heart dropped when I saw the small flogger, his ivory fingers curling on the handle as he carefully, swatted the inside of his other palm with it.

“You sure you’re up for this?” He brought the flogger down on the bed with enough force to make the sheets crackle and the noise was so sharply frightening that I couldn’t help but jump a little.  I flinched so bad, my lips wobbled.

He watched the way I was shaking and scoffed.

“Thought so, fragile little thing like you could never--”

“Yes.” I snapped, willing myself to stay calm. “Yes.” 

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to mine. 

“Color?”

I swallowed, trying to get my senses together. I calmed myself down, trying to think rationally instead of impulsively. 

“Green.” I whispered. 

He hummed. 

I watched as he grabbed a small vibrator , holding it up for me to see., I shrugged, 

“I told you ...I trust you. Looks like you don’t trust yourself... What’s the matter, Jeon,  too chicken to be a real man?  “ I whispered.

His gaze narrowed dangerously. 

He moved briskly to the table and grabbed things quickly. I bit my lips as I saw the nipple clamps, the small whip, the handcuffs and the pinwheel among other things. 

I pulled my gaze away from the toys and stared at him. 

“If anyone can make me enjoy those things...its you.” I whispered and his eyes softened visibly.

“Fuck...don’t say shit like that....” He whispered.

I laughed a little, nodding. 

“Okay. “ I agreed. 

He grabbed a small strip of cloth from the table and held it up between his hands. 

“I’m going to put this on you first. “

I nodded, as familiar with the thick, satiny length of it as i was with my own skin. Jungkook sometimes liked using it to tie my wrists together , especially when he intended to take his time. 

i held my hands out but he shook his head, holding it up and then placing it over my eyes. 

I faltered a little when my vision went black, swallowing as the scent of his bodywash hit me, his body just a few inches away and the urge to touch was so strong , my mouth watering with the urge to run to my lips all over his delectable body. 

He finished tying the fabric at the base of my skull and pulled away. I felt the bed dip as he moved away. 

“ Take that shirt off.” 

I grabbed the hem and stripped quickly, tossing the shirt aside. 

“Lie down. On your back.” 

I nodded before doing just that, letting my arms rest on the side, palms facing up. 

The sound of the flogger cracking through the air made me wince. 

“You’ve ever been hit with one of these....” His voice came from somewhere to my right and I bit my lips, shaking my head.,

“Use your words doll....” 

The nick name made me squirm. 

“No.”

I jumped when I felt the soft strips of the blogger brush against my thigh, so gentle it felt like a kiss. 

“Hmm.... I want you to stay quiet from now unless i ask you something and you will only say, yes or no. Got that?”

“Yes.” 

“Good girl.” 

I felt like I was over heating, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“i don’t use it too often because I prefer my hands. Like bringing it down on the curve of your ass or maybe your thighs.....Nothing quite as satisfying as feeling that soft flesh give under your palm, hot and burning. And man the way the red just blooms on the surface when i pull away....addicting.”

His fingers closed over my thigh and squeezed. 

I jerked a bit. 

“It hurts at first....but it also feels good. A good , fiery burn that makes you feel alive .... that makes your skin thrum with life....and after the tenth hit, the pain is so numbed down that your mind only experiences the pleasure ..... “ 

I bit my lips to stop myself from saying anything. 

“The pinwheel is what really hurts.” I felt the sharp prick of it on my cheek, and i jerked back a bit., “  It’s very sharp and precise....like the stab of a hundred needles on your body...I like using it between the thighs....You know, right on that swollen little nub in the middle.... usually makes the girl lift right off the bed....”

He chuckled .

I was panting a bit, every word translating into a phantom touch on my body. Although he was only saying it, my body seemed to experience it physically. 

I felt the air shift around me, and then the familiar press of him body on mine, my arms instinctively shooting up to grip him as he straddled my waist, his hands grabbing my wrists and yanking them away. He pushed my hands up against the headboard, and I felt his breath right against my neck, feather light kisses that traced a path up to my ear and then he gently blew air against my earlobe. 

“And man, the vibrator is my favorite.” His voice was low and deep, whispering dirty, right into my ear and I clenched around nothing, feeling wet and empty as he went on, “  I’d leave it right up against your clit while I eat you out, two of my fingers fucking into your sweet little cunt, tongue lapping up that sweet , sweet slick of yours..... Fucking delicious , makes me want to bury my face into it.... fuck.....baby, i could eat you out for hours.... “

I choked out, struggling to get my hands free, desperate to feel him, desperate to feel him inside me .

“I would eat you out so good but I wouldn’t let you cum.” 

I felt my heart drop. 

“Please Jungkook-”

“Uh-uh-uh....Nope...” Jungkook muttered.” Don’t want you begging so soon baby.,... we haven’t even started yet...Didn’t I tell you not to say anything till I asked you to? What's the matter baby, you like hearing what I want to do to you? Doesn’t it make you wet...make you want to fuck yourself on my cock?”

I bit my lips, trying to regulate my breathing , bucking up into his hardness as he rolled his hips into mine. I kicked out , trying to dislodge him, just a little bit so I could feel him where i wanted and he grunted when my heel hit his shin. 

I whined when his fingers tightened on my wrists, hard enough to make the bones grind together. Pain shot up my forearm and I whimpered when a hand wrapped around my throat, gentle but with the threat of force behind it. 

“Stop fucking wiggling and listen to me. “ He snapped and I froze. 

“If I eat you out.... turn the vibrator up, and then tell you to not cum till i ask you to.....Can you do that?” 

“Yes.” I sobbed out, 

He grinned.

“Really baby? No protests? You’ve never let me edge you before....I wonder what’s changed?” He whispered.

“Trust you.” I whispered and his breath caught again. 

“You trust me that much?”

“Yes.” 

“Trust me when I say if you cant hold it off...if you cum without my permission, well....that’s when I’m gonna get the fucking whip.” 

My body screamed in protest at the very thought of it. 

“Well? “ He demanded, squeezing down on my throat just a bit. “ Still trust me?”

I felt the first gush of tears, feeling my heart thud against my ribs. All i could think about was Jungkook’s face when he’d held me that day, when Junho had hurt me. The way his eyes had flooded with tears at the sight of me hurt and it was absolutely laughable....the idea that Jeon Jungkook would somehow choose to hurt me voluntarily. 

“Trust you.” 

For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either. 

“Should we get started then?” 

“Okay.” I whispered.

I felt a pang of loss when he moved up and off my body, and I blinked against the blindfold, trying to ground myself. Fear and arousal made me disoriented , my mind struggling to decide whether I was enjoying this or not. 

I heard the crack of the flogger again and screwed my eyes shut. 

“You ready?” , the bristles traced up my leg, from my feet right up to the top of my thighs. 

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Yes.”

I bit my lips, bracing myself for the hit. 

It never came. 

Instead, all i felt was the gentle brush of lips against my brow, and then against my cheek, soft, feather light kisses , peppered across my jaw and down my neck. I gasped as his lips parted slightly, opening and closing on the soft skin, suckling gently for just a second before his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. 

I licked my lips , gasping when his fingers fluttered up and down my arm, so gentle that I wanted to cry. 

“I like the idea of taking you apart...., having you tremble with anticipation because you’re scared of what I’d do next , but you know what I like more, Areum?” 

Fingers lightly gripped my wrist, pulling them up till my hands rested on his shoulders. 

“Jungkook?”

“I like it when you touch me. I like it when you’re trembling, not because you’re scared or worried but because you’re feeling good....because I’m making you feel good.” 

I smiled despite myself. 

“Can i touch you?” I whispered.

“You don’t ever have to ask...” He breathed against my lips, and i surged up to kiss him. Letting my fingers drop down to tug at the hardened length of him. I ran a finger over the tip, mouth watering at the mound of precum leaking out of him, enough for me to get my palm wet , so I could stroke him without any abrasive friction. 

He growled , rolling over me and nipping sharply at my neck, before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“Gonna eat you out. “ He growled and i grinned.

“No vibrator?” I teased and he grunted, already crawling down my body.

“Don’t need it.... Gonna make you cum just with my tongue.” 

I let my head fall back against the pillows as he grabbed my hips, lifting my waist up before shoving a couple of pillow underneath.

“Bend your knees and spread your thighs for me angel.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my ankle and I nodded quickly, doing just that. I dug my heels into the soft sheets. 

“You want to me to get the vibrator?” He bit my thighs lightly and I jumped. 

“Not really....” I breathed out .

Warm wetness closed over my center and I gasped, fingers reaching down to grip his hair . 

“Gonna ride my face , baby?” He laughed against my slit, tongue tracing the seam with soft little kitten licks and I groaned. 

He lost no time, slipping two fingers straight into me, parting them in a V and licking into the gap, tongue pushing into me with the kind of ease that came from doing something you loved, something you enjoyed doing. 

Pleasure shot straight up my spine rendering me boneless, my limbs turning to jelly as he used his thumb to gently run circles on my clit, all the while licking into me, tongue curling inside me, pushing against my walls and lapping up the wetness like it was the sweetest drink he’d ever had. 

And nothing was a bigger turn on than how much he seemed to be enjoying it and i found myself falling apart embarrassingly fast. I felt my thighs start to tremble and Jungkook hugged against me, slipping another finger in, the fit now tight and I whimpered when he curled his fingers inside me, fingers tips reaching back to nudge the spot the usually sent me spiraling off the edge. 

“Don’t want you to cum yet,....hold off for me.... “ He whispered suddenly, squeezing in a fourth finger and I blacked out when my orgasm hit before I could even try to stop it, clenching down on his fingers so tight that he couldn’t even move them , my muscles screaming as I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

“I ....” i  couldn’t form words. 

“Thought I told you not to cum.” He said softly, somewhere over me. 

I swallowed.

“You... You did it on purpose ...you... fuck...”

“Did what on purpose...” He was laughing a little, and I mewled a little when his fingers rubbed on my clit again, thumb dipping into me playfully.

“Told me to not cum just before you.... Oh fuck” I choked out when he slipped his fingers right back in, and my body screamed in protest , the overstimulation making my eyes water. 

“Sould i get the whip as promised?” He laughed and I froze.

“I would let you, you know. “ I said softly.

He didn’t respond but he did draw his fingers out of me. I let my legs drop down to the bed and waited for him to say something but he didn’t , so I continued, stammering a bit.

“It’s not the kind of thing i would want in general...” I admitted, “ But I didn’t like half the things we do now, once. You’re... you’re my kink.” I chuckled, feeling a bit like i was laying myself bare . 

“Areum...”

“Its you...anything that makes you feel good is what makes me feel good... I love the way your eyes darken when you tie me up...The way you always want to hold me down with a little more force than necessary and the way you sometimes , purposely leave me handcuffed in a way that makes it hurt..... and its not because I’m a masochist or because i love pain but i just... I like doing it for you. “ I admitted. 

I waited for him to say something, and the silence made me nervous. Had I said too much? Had I made him uncomfortable? Oh God, did he think it was too weird?

I opened my mouth, ready to apologize for making things weirds, but before I could , the blindfold came off and I blinked , confused to see him hovering over me. 

“I...” He looked like he was shaking. 

“Jungkook?” I asked, confused, hand reaching up to grip his cheek, concern blooming inside me because of how scared and terrified he looked. 

“You.... You...What you said...” He was definitely shaking, 

“I’m sorry.” I said softly. “ I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t like it..I just want you to know that I’m open to doing new things with you and you don’t have to hold yourself back......”

"Fuck .,.. Areum.. I...” He closed his eyes, laughing a little. 

Genuinely worried, I brushed my thumb across his cheek in worry.

“Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked gently. 

His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered. 

My breath got knocked right out of my lung and i gasped out loud, my mind turning to complete mush. 

“I-uh...whu-buh???” I said intelligently and he laughed.

“Fuck.. i didn’t... I didn’t mean to blurt that out.. I...”

I grabbed him before he could move away, tugging his gorgeous face closer to mine.

“Did you mean that?” I croaked out, my voice raw from shock.

He stared at me doe eyes wide and open and so damn vulnerable. 

“Uh...yeah.. I... “

“you stupid fucking bastard...” i choked out, raising myself up to capture his lips with mine. He groaned as he kissed back, lips opening beneath mine and tongue slipping into my mouth with the practiced familiarity of a thousand kisses behind us ad it was so amazing, how incredibly new and exciting this felt, when we had done it so many times. 

I found myself grinning into the kiss as I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick dark locks , to pull him away for a second. 

“Can i take you out on a date?” I panted and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.... Yeah... you can.” 

I smiled and bit my lips, tears spilling out before i could stop myself. 

“I love you so fucking much...” I whispered and he brushed his thumbs across my cheek, wiping away the dampness.

“So fucking sappy.....” He said fondly. “ Now , tell me....can I fuck you....?”

I shook my head. 

Jungkook’s face fell, lips jutting out in a pout and I pressed a finger against his lips when he began to protest.

“You can’t fuck me....but you can make love to me. If you even know how.” 

His gaze softened. 

“I’ve always made love to you Areum.... I may have been rough but I never had anything but affection for you when I touched you.”

I couldn’t help but trace my fingers over his features, taking in the handsome curves and ridges of his face. 

“ I know...but I’d still like to do it gently. Sometimes.” 

He nodded.

“Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He pecked my nose. 

My heart leapt right up at that. 

I could get used to being called that. 

I wrapped both my legs around him, drawing him closer.

“How do you want it?” He whispered.

“Just you... inside. “ I rubbed my nose against his as he nodded.

He barely let me catch my breath before lining himself right up against me and sliding right in and this time, I got to hold his gaze as he slid home, saw exactly how it affected him, how pleasure hit him, hard and fast as he sank into my warmth. 

“Oh fuck...” He whispered . 

“Fuck me slow.... like you have all the time in the world.” I demanded, slipping my fingers in his hair and gripping hard and he grunted, gripping my waist and squeezing hard enough to bruise . 

“ As you wish.” He moved his hands up to shape my breasts, thumb brushing my nipples till the nubs perked right up and I groaned when he bent over and took one of them into his mouth, all the while sliding in and out of me at a tortuously slow pace.

"I'm glad we skipped over the part where we deny our feelings.." I whispered against his lips and he grinned.

"I've never denied shit. If you remember..... This whole sex only business was entirely your idea....I asked you on a date two years ago...."

I flushed.

" I thought you were mocking me."

He shook his head , gripping me close and rolling us over so I was on top. Taking the cue, I dug my knees into the duvet and gripped his shoulders, biting my lips at the new angle .

" No , You thought I was a fuckboy..... I wasn't and I knew that I would have to work hard to prove it to you. "

"Prove that you weren't a fuckboy?"

"Prove that just because I liked sex doesn't mean I don't care about anything else.....Prove that, yes, I wanted to fuck your brains out but i also wanted to hold your hands and lick ice cream off your nose...." He rolled his hips into me and I moaned. 

“Well, thank you for that. Point taken . “ I choked out. 

He hummed and jugged the chain on my neck, fingers lightly tracing the inscribed JK’S.

“ So this is official?” He grinned. 

I rolled my eyes.

“I belong to no one.” I said loftily and he responded my moving his hips just a little too harsh on the next thrust, making me yelp in surprise. 

“This feels good...” He kissed the tip of my nose. 

“Nothing like good old vanilla sex after a heartfelt confession. “ I hummed. 

“But just so you know, we are definitely. playing with my toys someday.” 

I gave his ear a sharp tug.

“Stop ruining the moment and fuck me.” 

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Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

J

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

J

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

---

Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — １ 

summary:  how did you get herself into this? It all started with a flirtatious smile, an adrenaline rush and a blowjob. you never thought giving taeyong a blowjob in the backseat of his car would put your world upside down.  now, almost 2 years later, you moved into your new condo with your two boyfriends, who also happened to be two successful businessmen. everything seemed to be going alright, until they weren't.

warnings: 「dotae x reader, smut (threesome, unprotected sex; anal sex, oral sex f. receiving), polyamorous relationship, swearing, angst, mentions of blood, accidents, death threats 」

word count: 「 6K 」

Hello everyone!! I’m not quite sure how many parts will this fic have because I'm still currently working on it, but I hope y'all enjoy it <3. Also, I’d like to apologize for any grammar mistakes since English isn't my first language.

TWO

Your advice on keeping two businessmen content in a polyamorous relationship are:

They should be friends. Men normally don't care enough for each other enough to share a woman between them. This is why it’s good that they are already friends... or boyfriends. Taeyong and Doyoung were already dating when you first met them.

Don't neglect the socially stable one who can function long periods of time by himself for the one who needs constant supervision and guidance. Yes, Taeyong can't spend hours with people around him while Doyoung can spend days talking to people. And sometimes, you think it is exhausting talking to people for too long.

Be sensitive to their differences. Doyoung hates cheesy stuff while Taeyong lives for them. He loves sending you flowers, chocolates, taking you shopping, hugging you… It’s not like Doyoung doesn’t show you affection, he’s more private but he won’t hesitate to hold your hand or peck you in public once in a while so people can know you’re his. And maybe once in a while he will send you flowers to your office.

Sex. Yes, the idea of two beautiful men in your bed every night just does it for you. Doyoung has one special rule and is that you and Taeyong can't have sex if he's not there. And if applies to him as well, you can’t have sex with him if Taeyong isn’t there.

Roles. Doyoung is -most of the time- the dominant, while Taeyong tends to have his days as the dominant or the submissive. And you never change. You are their willing submissive that will do everything and get them pleased.

“So, I think this is the last of them,” Taeyong mutters through a strained grunt, stacking three more carefully packed boxes of your belongings by the loft door. “Whew!” He stands in the entry way with his hands on his hips, staring at the haul ready to go downstairs to the moving van, double-parked by the curb.

You smiled at him. "Thanks for coming and helping me." You gave him a peck.

"It's nothing," he kissed you back.

“What have you got there?” Taeyong asks, walking over and sitting on the arm opposite you to witness the way your face lights up with each reveal, your smile brightening with some costumes.

“These are all the costumes I’ve ever worn for every performance I did when I worked at Disneyland,” You explain.

“I didn’t know they let you keep them.” Taeyong reaches out and you hand one over.

"They don't," You say and Taeyong looks at you and raises a questioning eyebrow, but you simply laugh.

“Don’t ask,” you say with a wave of your hand vaguely in front of his face. “Anyway, I should give them away.”

"Or you could keep a few of them and dress up for us," Taeyong winked at you and you laugh.

"They won't fit me anymore. My boobs and ass are bigger as they were when I was 18."

Taeyong pouted. "At least I tried."

"Besides, you and Doyoung always get me sexy lingerie, I haven't even put on the purple you brought me from Milan," you say and you paste the 'fragile' sticker on some of the boxes.

"Maybe tonight is your lucky night," Taeyong winks at you.

You chuckle shaking your head and smirks looking at him. "But seriously, thank you for coming today even though you're busy."

"You know I'll do everything for you," Taeyong extends his hand so you could grab it, and when you do it, he sits you on his lap. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you. You kiss him back placing your hands on his chest.

Taeyong's hands go from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your jaw and then goes low to your beck. You close your eyes biting your lip and then sigh backing up a bit. "Why are you always torturing me?"

Taeyong giggles. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself."

"I hate you," you growl standing up. "Now move your ass so we can finish packing everything."

"Yes, ma'am."

…

"This place is... I can't even find a work to describe it," you say, walking around the spacious penthouse Doyoung and Taeyong bought for the three for you.

“Of course, we're billionaire genius businessmen. We have more money than we know what to do with. So, please, tell me again, why is it you’re carrying boxes up to the penthouse?” Doyoung stares at you.

You bite the corner of your bottom lip to keep from grinning, your step not faltering. You place the box in the center of the living room with the others.

“I can do it myself. I have super strength, Doyoung” you mock him.“And it's not like lifting boxes isn’t a hardship, baby. Or is it for you?"

Taeyong giggles looking down to the floor and Doyoung raises both eyebrows, looking at you. "Excuse me?"

"We get it, you cannot lift up boxes," you shrug. “It’s okay, baby.”

"I certainly can, but I'd rather lift up your legs and put them around my neck," Doyoung says, nonchalant.

"Then show me, baby," You say, almost crawling to him.

Doyoung exhales and looks at Taeyong. "Bedroom. Now."

You remember the first time you were with them as their ‘girlfriend’. It was so good you barely could walk the next day.

2 YEARS AGO

Doyoung and Taeyong made a bet with each other, who could make you call out their name the loudest, who could make you cum first, hardest, and most, who could give you the most pleasure. Taeyong was reluctant, but agreed seeing your confused face as you sprawled out on the bed, half naked.

Doyoung had you seated on his lap, and his lips on your bare neck. Taeyong pressed a soft kiss to your clothed clit, making you squirm. Doyoung leaned to your ear. “Be still for him,  love.” He whispered, nipping your ear. You turned your head to kiss him on the lips.

Doyoung shoved his tongue in your mouth and groaned a little as your hips lifted to Taeyong, then fell onto his erection that pressed against your ass. Taeyong, unhappy at the no attention, moved your underwear to the side and sucked your clit in his mouth. You broke the kiss to moan loudly and push against his mouth.

“Take her hips.” He said to Taeyong, who compiled quickly pinning your hips to Doyoung's. Doyoung hooked his arms under yours, lifting them above your head, giving Taeyong a perfect view of your body. “Isn't she beautiful?” Doyoung asked huskily. Taeyong lifted his head, much to your protest and gave a low groan.

“Gorgeous,” He breathed. Taeyong's eyes went from your body to Doyoung. In an instant he moved forward and kissed you, then moved beside your head to Doyoung. You moaned lowly, hearing them kiss wetly and they both gave a grunt.

“Doyoung... Taeyong...” You whined while rubbing your legs together. Taeyong broke the kiss with Doyoung and moved to you. Your lips collided, and Doyoung’s lips bit and sucked at your neck. He released your hands and slid them down your naked torso. You moaned in Taeyong's mouth. You hooked one arm behind you around Doyoung's neck, grabbing his hair. The other hand reached forward and grabbed Taeyong's dark hair. Taeyong took no time taking off your panties and sliding a hand along your mound. You threw your head back on Taeyong's shoulder. Taeyong moved to the opposite side of your neck. Doyoung and Taeyong kissed your neck, until their mouths met. You moaned hearing them moan. One of Doyoung's hands moved to Taeyong's hair, the other moved to his boxers, pushing them down slightly.

Doyoung broke the kiss and Taeyong finished taking off the rest of your clothing. You jumped feeling both their erections touch you, front and back. You closed your eyes and your stomach fluttered at the promise of both of them being inside you at the same time.

“Please... I need you both.” You whined.

“Same time?” He asked. “Front or back?”

“Please yes at the same time, do both, please I need... just please.” You whimpered, moving your hips back and forth grinding on both men. The both moaned. Doyoung's hand suddenly came to your ‘back door’. His hand was slick and warm. One finger traced around the hole then pushed in. You gasped and ground down slightly.

“C-careful... I’m sensitive.” You whisper causing Doyoung to groan and slowly push another finger in. You clench around him and moan highly at the odd feeling.

“Tell me if it hurts, god you’re so tight.” Doyoung groaned into the crook of your neck, now grinding against your lower back.

“(y/n).” Taeyong grunts your name. You turn your head to see a messy haired, wide eyed, pupils blown, lips wet and swollen. You moaned again and nearly came. Taeyong smashed his lips against yours and the hand in his hair tightened.

“Fuck, Doyoung.” You whine, breaking the kiss as he pushes in a third finger. It stung slightly, but when he started moving them it felt somewhat better. “I’m ready, please.” You tug on Doyoung's hair, hoping to egg him on. Doyoung nodded and pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

“Wall?” He asked Taeyong. Taeyong looked back and nodded. Doyoung moved you into Taeyong’s arms and he stood up. Taeyong stood with him, and they moved to a wall to brace you against.

With Doyoung’s back against the wall, your back on Doyoung’s chest, and Taeyong's chest on your chest you were sandwiched between them. Taeyong entered first and moaned lowly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. Doyoung leaned forward pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Next it was Doyoung's turn, he was careful, considering you had never done anal before.

“Fuck (y/n) you’re so tight.” Doyoung groaned. Taeyong moved up and kissed you fully, his hips started to move. They started out as when one was in you the other was out, never having you empty. Eventually they decided to go the same quick pace.

“Doyoung! T-Taeyong” You cried out hitting your first orgasm. The tightness was too much for Doyoung and he quickly came. Taeyong groaned and finally released last. Taeyong heaved you off of Doyoung, Doyoung pulling out of you in the process.

“Stand for me, princess.” Taeyong whispered letting your legs drop to the floor. You were shaky, but were able to stand. Doyoung and Taeyong switched places, to where Taeyong’s back was on the wall and Doyoung was in front. Doyoung hoisted your legs up around his waist and made it easier for Taeyong whose arms wrapped under your ass to support you. Doyoung pressed his lips against yours, taking a minute to just kiss you. It wasn't until Taeyong ground up to your ass and whined did you break the kiss.

“Sorry honey.” Doyoung murmured and leaned forward kissing Taeyong as he entered you. You gasped at how hard he was. Taeyong pressed in and groaned. They began to move, as they did before starting out at different paces then matching up. They continued to kiss and you made the mistake of turning your head to look at them. It was probably one of the most sexual things you've ever seen.

You moaned loudly and clenched around them coming a second time.

Your head tossed back on Taeyong’s shoulder, your body overwhelmed with scenes. They stopped thrusting and instead lifted your body on their erections. You fell forward onto Doyoung this time and moaned loudly into his neck, biting down. Tears brimmed your eyes.

“D-Doyoung... Taeyong... I can't I-I can't,” Your voice came out horse, whiny, and breathy. Doyoung moaned.

You clenched again and came, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes. Doyoung came quickly after along with Taeyong. You slumped and breathed hard, small whimpers. Doyoung panted heavy and peeled you off of Taeyong, they both pulled out of you, making you wince. Taeyong sighed and walked to the bed with Doyoung trailed close behind. Taeyong laid you down in the middle of the bed and crawled in beside you, Doyoung crawling on the other side of you. You turned to kiss Taeyong, then Doyoung, then they both leaned forward kissing each other. They wrapped their arms around you, both placing a kiss on your cheek.

After you hot sex session with yout two boyfriends, you take a shower and changed into comfy clothes so you could keep unpacking. Doyoung told you you would only need your clothes and your most precious things so you didn't worry about furniture. Taeyong and Doyoung helped you to tidy up your clothes inside the big ivory walking closet in your bedroom and you smile seeing your clothes next to them. So domestic.

By noon, Doyoung took you to one of the rooms saying it was for you only. When you opened the door, you were speechless: you had your own office inside the penthouse. The office's walls are windows that have a view to the city. On the white desk sat a brand new desktop computer, a notebook lying closed. There was a big wine velvet couch. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner. It was your own space.

"Guys..." You turn to them, smiling.

"It was Doyoung's idea, he said you'd need a space for you only," Taeyong says, leaning against the doorframe.

You look at Doyoung and hug him by the waist. "And you said you don't do cheesy stuff."

"I don't," Doyoung huffs. "I just thought of it."

"It's still cheesy," You say, smirking at him.

"Can't you simply say thank you?"

"Thank you," you peck him in the lips. "It means a lot."

"I know," he pecks you back. "I didn't decor it because I wanted you to do it."

"That's cheesy," Taeyong mokes him.

Doyoung shushed him and brought his attention back to you. "I have something else for you."

"What is it?" You inquire.

He pulls away and takes his wallet out of his jeans, taking out a credit card. He hands it to you and you frown. "I already have the ones you gave me months ago, I don’t see why I need a new one."

"This is the black Amex" he winks at you. "Spend as much as you want, love."

Your mouth hangs open in surprise. "Doyoung..."

"No," Doyoung shakes his hand. "Just take it."

"Take it," Taeyong says, still leaning against the doorframe. "And don't worry, you don't need to tell us what you buy."

"Unless you buy a boat, I'd appreciate it if you notify us," Doyoung smiles.

You giggle. "I would never buy a boat."

"Then we're relieved," Taeyong beams.

You sigh. “Don’t you think this is too much?”

Taeyong’s feet walk the distance standing next to Doyoung and cup your face with his hands, meeting your gaze. “We want you to have the best.”

“But you guys have given so much already,” you say, gazing at both men. You reach out by taking Doyoung’s hand in yours. “As long as I have you with me I’m well-served.”

“I know,” Doyoung kisses your hand and with his other arm, he pulls Taeyong closer to him, “but I’m still spoiling you. Both of you.”

The corner of Taeyong’s mouth turns up. “I’m richer than you.”

“So?” Doyoung narrows, “Let’s drop this conversation. (Y/N), you’re keeping the credit card, okay?”

You nod. “Yes, baby.”

One of the corners of Doyoung’s lips lifts and winks at you. “Good girl.”

…

A week later, you show up to work a little bit earlier than usual since you have so much stuff to get done. Being the Editor-in-Chief of Disclosure Magazine, whose job is to polish and refine a story or an article, was not easy.  You manage a team of writers and editors, determine the look and feel of the publication, decide what to publish and oversee the publication's operations and policies. And of course some people didn’t make it any easier, but you accomplished to get the magazine to being one of the most popular.

Disclosure Magazine is a business magazine that features original articles on finance, industry, investing, and marketing topics. And something you find very interesting is that your two boyfriends had been on the magazine before you met them.

By the time lunch time arrives, you check your phone and smile at Doyoung’s text message.

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ᴛᴏ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ɪ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ..

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ᴛᴏ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʙʙʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ? ;)

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ᴛᴏ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ʙᴇᴛ.

You grab your purse as you leave your office, giving your assistant Leah instructions in case someone calls looking for you.

Although you never properly admit to it, you had to admit that you had the biggest crush on Jaehyun when you first met him almost ten years ago. Both of you were in their first year of university you met and since that day you two became inseparable. The crushing ended when he confessed to you he was into guys but he wanted to be your friend. It was awkward at first, but then you passed that and became roommates.

Then you introduced Johnny to Jaehyun and they hated each other the moment they saw them. Jaehyun didn't talk to you for a week after the date they went on was a tragedy. But three years later, they met each other again at Johnny's graduation party and ended up hooking up. Six years later, they got married.

“(Y/N)! Over here.” You hear your best friend shout, smiling soon afterwards.

“Hey there, guys.” You smirk at them, tapping Jaehyun on the back and kissing his cheek.

"No kiss for me?" Johnny pouts.

You roll your eyes and kiss Johnny's left cheek. "Hello, big baby boy."

Johnny smiles proudly. “You look radiant.”

“Thank you,” you say as you sit next to Jaehyun. “This is what love does to people.”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes and snorts. “Show off.”

You giggle and Johnny crossed his arms on his chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Jaehyun laughs and places a hand on one of Johnny’s arms. “I was kidding, babe. Jeez, you’re so dramatic.”

Johnny hums and you smile looking at both men. “I missed you guys.”

“So did we!” Johnny beams. “We also have great news.”

“You do? What is it?” You query.

Johnny and Jaehyun look at each other smiling and turn to you. “We have been approved to adopt a baby!” Jaehyun’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my, God!” Your corners of your eyes crinkling. “You guys are getting a baby? I’m so happy for you!” You hug Jaehyun sitting next to you and rub Johnny’s shoulder. “But when did you apply? I didn’t even know you were already there.”

Johnny shrugs. “We didn’t tell anyone because we didn't want things to go south, you know? And now that thing is official, we can tell whoever we want.”

Jaehyun smiles. “Yeah, I still don’t believe this is real. We’re so excited.”

“And do you have a date already? Like, do you know when are you picking up your kid?” You ask.

“Not yet, but the lawyer said it won’t take more than two months,” Johnny explained.

“But we know it’s a baby girl,” Jaehyun grins.

Your eyes and nose crinkle and rub your hands together. “This is so stirring! I’m happy for you guys. Oh my, God, I’m gonna be an auntie!”

Jaehyun and Johnny nod giggling. “Yes, you will be an auntie. The best auntie ever.” Jaehyun winks at you.

“You say that because you two are only children,” you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Well, yeah,” Johnny says pinching his nose.

“We should order some mimosas to celebrate,” Jaehyun proposed.

You clap your hands. “Yes, yes, definitely.”

Johnny makes a polite hand gesture calling a waiter ordering three mimosas. After the waiter wrote the order down, he excuses himself leaving you again. “So, will our daughter have cousins?” Johnny inquiries.

You clear your throat, sliding a little on your chair. “I don’t know.”

“You haven’t talked about this?” Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows.

You shake your head. “Nope, and I don’t think we’re there yet. Plus, I think having a child while in a polyamorous relationship is a bit complicated, dont you think? I mean, I love them but how will I explain to my kids what kind of relationship I have with their dads?”

Johnny purses his lips as if thinking. “And I thought of explaining to my daughter why she has two dads… you’re screwed.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “That helps a lot, Johnny.”

Johnny shrugs and Jaehyun leans back on the chair. “So you don't plan on having kids with any of them?”

“I…” You tilt your head to the side. “I don’t know. I mean, Taeyong has two nephews and he’s amazing with them. And I heard Doyoung said once he’d love to have a kid one day... I don’t know. ”

“Jaehyun,” Johnny calls him,” stop tormenting her. It’s none of our business if they want to have kids or not.”

“Johnny 's right. Sorry (Y/N). “ Jaehyun apologised.

“It’s okay, and don't worry. If we ever are there, you guys will be the first ones to know,” you smirk at them.

The waiter comes back with the three mimosas on the tray and asks you if you want to check the menu, leaving you again.

You have a sip of your mimosa and smirk. “I better order something to eat or I’ll get fired for getting drunk during working hours.”

“Thank God I’m my own boss,” Johnny smiles before having a sip of his drink.

…

By 6 PM you are back in the penthouse, coming out of the shower wrapped in a blue towel. You stand in front of the mirror and apply a face mask to hydrate your skin. Then, you rub your hands together to warm up the lotion and then apply it to your body gently pressing the lotion into your skin with slow sweeping motions.

Taeyong texted you earlier saying he would be late and Doyoung is on his way to the penthouse. You get into the big walking closet and grab a lilac silk robe. You don’t even bother to put on underwear since you want to be more comfortable.

You come back to the bathroom and remove the face mask, rinsing your face. Once your face is dry, you get out of the bathroom going downstairs, walking barefoot on the elegant herringbone Brazilian wood floors, in direction to the kitchen. You open the refrigerator doors, thinking what to make for dinner. Tugging on your right ear, you decide to make Mongolian chicken and take out all of the ingredients.

You move to the kitchen island and start to thinly slicing the chicken breast when you hear the door open. “(Y/N)?” Doyoung calls you softly.

“In the kitchen!” You reply.

Doyoung walks to the kitchen and goes around the kitchen island standing behind you. “Hi, baby.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on his shoulder.

You smile, still slicing the chicken breast. “Hi, sexy.”

You feel Doyoung smiles at the name you gave him. “What are you making?” He asks.

“Mongolian chicken,” you place the sliced chicken inside of a bowl.

Doyoung presses his body against your back, placing a soft kiss to your neck. Your body tenses as he nips and kisses your neck. His hands palming the curve of your hips. You lean your back against him as his hand travels up your body between your breasts. Gently he grasps you by your chin and turns your head. "You're not wearing any underwear," he whispers to your ear and he bites your right earlobe.

You are suffocating as your breath is taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your body. "Should I apologise for that?"

Doyoung clicks his tongue and looks at you with disapproval. “You want me to show you some manners, love?”

He turns you to face him and his lips meet yours for the first time, his lips moving sinfully against yours sending a wave of excitement through your body. You two are deepening the kiss, pulling your hips against him, allowing you to feel his hardened length. "Show me some manners." You say biting his bottom lip.

He reaches down, pulling you up by the back of your thighs, you instantly wrap your legs around his waist as he places you on the counter. His lips begin to move against yours with more urgency, needing to feel you more.

"You drive me fucking crazy, (Y/N)." He breathes breaking the kiss, before kissing down your neck.

"Doyoung," You replied, your hips bucking into him. "W-we can't do this..."

You arch into his touch as his fingers skimm across the front of your chest over the fabric of your silk robe. Doyoung allows his fingertips to skim your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he pulls your hips forward with his other arm.

And just about you are going to start unbuttoning his shirt, you hear the door opening. "Doyoung? (Y/N)?" Taeyong calls you, walking towards the kitchen.

"Fuck," Doyoung whispers.

He helps you to get off of the counter and fix your robe. You take in a deep breath and return to what you were doing before Doyoung's arrival.

"Oh hey you two," Taeyong smirks and bounces at you two. He places a hand on your waist and gives you a peck. Then, he turns to Doyoung giving him a kiss as well. "What are you guys doing?"

"(Y/N) is making dinner and I was about to start helping,"  Doyoung explains.

"Oh great, I'm starving," Taeyong sighs. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I'll clean up after we finish eating."

"Yeah, no problem," you answered. "Go and take a shower. I bet I can use Doyoung's hands." You wink a Doyoung.

Taeyong nods and leans closer to you to give you another kiss. “You’re not wearing underwear.” He confirmed.

You smirk shrugging. “I didn’t notice.”

You whine when Taeyong slaps you in the ass and then he looks at Doyoung. “What are gonna do with her?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Doyoung mumbles, staring at you.

You gulp when you see Doyoung and Taeyong darting eyes to each other, while smiling mischievous.

Taeyong pushes onto the bed slightly and rests his right knee next to your sides, undoing the knot of your silk robe and smirks seeing your exposed body. “Gorgeous.”

You bite your lip and smile looking at him. “Fuck me wearing your suit. You look so sexy.”

Taeyong hums, letting his head down to catch your hand with his lips. They kiss your fingertips then he finally doves in and let you taste his tongue.

Doyoung sits in one of the ivory chairs in front of you, enjoying the show the two of you are putting on. He rests his right elbow on the armrest and tilts his head to the side.

Taeyong slips away from your arms and falls on his knees.

You grab the white comforter bed to steady yourself as his tongue dances in circles around your clit, you bury your hands in his hair. His hands pressing into the softness of your thighs just as hard and when he raises his gaze up to look at you from underneath his messy fringe, you feel like falling.

Taeyong runs a finger along your slick folds and pushes one in, eyes never leaving yours. Then he adds another one and drags it in and out of you painfully slowly. Your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’ and he quickened his pace. The lewd squelching sound fills the room and you feel your high approaching.

"Shit," he presses tiny little kisses to your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, before taking it in his mouth. Taeyong curls his fingers inside of you and you moan out his name, loud enough.

Then he draws away just as you’re about to come. You whine and pull his hair. "Behave." He coocks an eyebrow at you.

"Just fuck me, Taeyong," you bite your lip.

"If you don't behave I won't let you cum," Taeyong warned you.

You sigh and nod. He smirks and unbutton his black pants, pulling out his dick only. Taeyong positions himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly and you hiss a little. He pushes in slowly, further and further until he is fully sheathed inside you. He pulls out slowly, and pushes back in again. In and out, slowly.

“Oh god, Taeyong. Please go faster.” Taeyong chuckles and kisses you deeply again, your tongues intertwining and exploring each others’ mouths. You move your legs and wrap them around Taeyong's waist to allow him to thrust into you with more ease. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breaths filled the room.

You arch your back, moaning. You see Doyoung stroking himself, eyes fixed on you two. Then, his gaze meets yours and you bite your lip. Your hand goes down and moves to circle your clit and you feel your walls convulse around his cock as you shudder with release, cries escaping your lips. Doyoung comes too. You feel Taeyong's member twitch inside of you and he comes, a string of expletives leaving his mouth. He collapses down onto your chest, panting heavily.

Taeyong kisses your neck and he pulls away, fixing his pants. "Such a good girl," he caresses your legs and places kisses on them.

Doyoung stands up and grabs Taeyong by the neck, kissing him roughly. Taeyong whines and bites Doyoung's bottom lip. You moan quietly, your hand going down to your clit. Watching them is so sexy. Doyoung pulls you towards him and rolls you on your stomach instead. "Let's see if you behave with me." You press your face into the edge of the mattress when you feel his hands knead your asscheeks.

"Shit," he swears softly, spreading you out and letting his cock rub between them after straddling your thighs. "Keep your legs together and stay down, love," he orders when you want to lift your hips upwards. Hand on your lower back and the other around his cock he presses his tip on the tight softness of your pussy and you arch your back first before falling down again on your chest when he grabs your arms and locks them into his grip. His cock slips inside slowly, making him grunt roughly and when he bottoms out you both sighed.

His first thrust makes you shift forwards on the bedding and Doyoung pulls you by the forearms. Enjoying your whimpers especially as he adds to it by slapping your ass. You moan and he smirks. He pulls out and slides again, this time lifting your hips and pulling you towards him by the waist. His thumbs are almost bruising your skin as they press hard into your flesh making your bodies meet so quickly that you don't have enough time to breathe. You feel Doyoung's stomach on your lower back and eye his arm pressing on the mattress near your bust to support himself, you choke feeling his other hand reach your clit and rub it mercilessly.

Taeyong positions himself in front you, hard again but this time stroking himself.

His breath is erratic on your shoulder when he bites down on the skin, your sudden shaking body and fingers clasping at the sheets making him still inside of you for a moment. "Good girl, you're such a good girl, taking it so well," he kisses your cheek then your lips. You whine back unable to move a single muscle and you let him gently nibble at your lower lip. But then he slides out and back in, making you remember that he is still stretching you out and the overstimulation feels so good that little tears perked at the corner of your eyes.  

"Fuck,fuck,shit"

Doyoung slaps your ass and it jiggled under his palm before he roughly kneads its flesh. "Good girls don't curse." His husky voice alone would is enough to make you lose your mind and you are sure that you are on the verge of passing out when Doyoung swears and his grips tightens as he releases inside of you, his last thrusts pushing his cum back in and enough to make you orgasm so quickly again that your muscles start to hurt from the continuous spasms. The clenching around his cock makes Doyoung whine for a few more moments before he pulls out slowly and watches the way your pussy drips with his essence. Taeyong reaches his climax as well, moaning gruntly. He lays next to you and sighs. "Fuck."

Doyoung collapses on his side near you, you can barely open your eyes. “Holy shit-”

"We made a mess out of the bed," Doyoung addresses, still panting.

"I know," Taeyong giggles. "We should take a bath and then change the bedding."

"I'm too tired to stand up," you pout.

"I got you, baby," Taeyong stands up and lifts you up.

You chuckle and look at Doyoung. "You coming?"

He nods. "Get inside, I'll be right there in a minute."

That same night, after you took a bath, changed the bedding and ordered some food, you were lying between both men. Doyoung is busy focusing on his Macbook answering some emails, while Taeyong is reading a book with his back leaning against the tall modern velvet headboard. You think about which of the two men to hug and eye Doyoung for a moment: if there's one thing he hates most in this world, it's being interrupted when he's busy. You turn to see Taeyong and smile, he will never say no to you.

You can't keep from gazing at Taeyong as he reads; watching him pensive expression change as his dark brown eyes follow lines. He is truly beautiful

Taeyong eventually catches your gaze and understands what you want. He gathers you up into his arms, pressing your face into his chest. You smile and put an arm around his waist. He places a kiss on your forehead and goes back to his book.

"Is there a reason you're particularly quiet?" Doyoung suddenly asks, eyes still focused on the screen.

You are always chatty before going to bed and that night Doyoung's right. Something is going through your head but don't want to talk about it, since you don't know how they are going to react.

Taeyong strokes your hair and looks down at you. "Is everything okay?"

You nod. "I'm fine, is just... work. The anniversary party is around the corner, the new magazine design is coming out very soon..."

Doyoung looks at you, frowning. "I know you very well, I know that's not the only thing that is bothering you. What is it?"

You hide your face on Taeyong's neck, he wraps your shoulders and you finally sigh. "I really don't wanna talk about it."

Doyoung puts his laptop away and his fingers imperceptibly tightens around your waist. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it." He places a kiss on the back of your head.

"Don't keep it to yourself, baby. You know you can talk to us," Taeyong speaks, kissing the top of your head.

"You will freak out," you snap.

"We won't," Doyoung assures.

You let a frustrated sigh out and shake your head. "Maybe tomorrow."

Doyoung sighs defeated. "Fine. Now have some rest. Goodnight, love. I love you." He leans to you and kisses your cheek and pecks Taeyong in the mouth. "Goodnight, babe."

"Goodnight," Taeyong smiles at him and then kisses your temple. "Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight. I love you, guys."

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

[haik-choo]

cuddling w/ some of the karasuno boys

request:  Hi hi! I saw your request were open aaaaand i was wondering if you could write some cuddling HC with Nishinoya, Hinata, Sugawara and Kageyama, please? Also i just discovered your blog and it's amazing, keep going! 💕✨

a/n: this is such a cute idea!!!! request for more if you want any other members! ;P oH MY GOD THIS’LL BE SO FLUFFY

[CUDDLING HEADCANONS]

-nishinoya, hinata, sugawara, kageyama

sugawara koushi.

this guy is chaotic and feral i’m telling you cuddling session will go either one of two ways, no in between

either he’s super soft and he wants nothing more tha to feel your heartbeat against his chest, or he’s in a very playful mood where he will torture you with his love 

first choice happens usually after long days, and he’ll come home and see you doing something in the room, and his heart just gets filled with this deep raw emotion of feeling so lucky to have someone like you, and he drops his stuff at the door

and then he just walks towards you, a tired, yet gently, smile on his face as he envelops you with his arms, burying his head in your neck and sighing, his deep breath causing your own heart to warm

and then he just leans backwards, and you can feel yourself about to fall and you’re like “sir? excuse me -” and then you both fall onto the bed, his weight resting on you like a safety blanket. you can try to move, but it won’t work. he just sits there and keeps you in his embrace. he’ll move it to your bed, but his face won’t move from its position

or, he’ll be chaotic. this is for the days where he is energetic and feeling like an attention-whore, and he’ll b all pouty to get into your embrace. you think it’s normal cuddling, but then you feel him smile against your neck and bite you

you’ll whip around like ??? but he just gives you this grin and smiles, “what? do you want more attention? all you had to do is ask” and then he’ll just kill the living hell out of you while muttering about how greedy you are

so basically it’s either a soft time or a time where he shoves his tongue down your throat

also, he literally smells like warm vanilla. it’s intoxicating, it just invades your senses when you’re near him and you fin yourself unable to escape his loving arms

hinata shoyo. 

okayokay i know i said sugawara smells like vanilla and he smells the best. but hinata. smells like flowers. not like...Victoria Secret cheap body spray flower, but genuine nature? like he smells fresh, warm, and loving - all in one

cuddling with him makes you feel super energetic, rather than tired and calm. it’s the way he initiates it, he just gives you his famous smile and then hugs you really tightly and literally drags you over to the bed and turns you around to make sure you’re facing him

his bright captivating eyes stare into yours as he laces your fingers together, legs already tangled together. whenever he’s feeling extra needy, he’ll opt to just wrap his arms around your torso and bring draw you closer to him, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat

rests his chin on your head and talks about his day, his voice not loud or unpleasant, but rather a little gravelly and contemplative

when he gets really excited he gasps and then parts from you really quickly, his hands on your shoulder pushing you back so he can see all of your face as he relays something exciting about his day to you

sometimes likes it when you’re completely on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he laughs and you can’t think of another place you’d rather be.

if you’re laying on top of him, his hands are on the middle of your back, rubbing softly and slowly up and down and he doesn’t even realize it

i feel like cuddling with hinata is a surreal experience. like you just feel your heart fuckin’ kablamo. you feel warm, safe, and accepted. every inch of your body he touches makes you feel like he’s injecting some kind of raw serotonin into you - it’s a type of comfort and tenderness that you’d only get from you soulmate

you can NOT tell me that he isn’t good at cuddling. i mean sure, if you want him to look into your eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to you, that probably won’t happen, but i’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel a deep love

kageyama tobio. 

he’s bad at showing affection and cuddling but it’s the thought that counts so he’s aight

affection/touch isn’t his love language, it’s more like just...presence? him just being near you and spending time with you is his way of telling you he loves you, so as much as he may want to cuddle, he’s not the best at it

definitely is on like high alert -- like his fingers sometimes twitch because his head is racing with thoughts -- is he good at this? are you comfy? because his arm isn’t

awkwardly tries to shimmy his arms from underneath you and you’ll be like “what’s up” and he says smth mean on accident like “you cut circulation off from my right hand”

ANYWAY,,,when y’all do cuddle, he likes to bury his face in your nape, just because he likes to be surrounded by your scent. sometimes his arms are wrapped around you on both sides, but usually he just hangs on arm across your side

when you’re not facing him, he’s much bolder, so he’ll softly kiss the back of your neck and rub his forehead against you, but if you mention it he’ll get really red and be like “SHUT UP NO I DIDN’T” 

OMF he likes to watch volleyball compilation videos on his phone, but he also wants to touch you, so he’ll like wrap on arm behind your neck and then hold his phone with that hand, ya know what i mean? like so both of you can see it? your head is on his chest and you’re both watching videos

cuddling usually happens after a long day of practice and he just wants to exist in silence with someone he loves (you) and it lasts anywhere from like five minutes to an hour 

cuddling sessions end with him lips quickly pecking yours and him muttering a ‘thank you’ before getting up and finally doing smth productive 

by the way he totally smells like axe. but not in an overbearing way - like somehow he makes the smell..subtle? and socially acceptable. he smells like...home. he smells like kageyama, a little sweaty mixed in with a little bit of deodorant that he slapped on when he knew he was going to be cuddling w/ you after practice 

nishinoya yuu.

either wants to cuddle you because he’s horny or because he just genuinely wants to feel love and receive all your attention because he’s a soft little horndog like that

it’s the opposite to hinata - he likes it when you’re underneath him and he’s the on laying on top of you, his head buried either between your boobs or resting gently on your chest 

cuddling happens after he takes showers, so his hair is down and it’s lightly tickling your skin, causing you to laugh and push his head out the way, only to be met with his playful resistance as he pushes his head back against your hand

after you two laugh for a while, it’ll suddenly get really quiet and he’ll look up at you, his eyes softening into a look that makes your heart jump to your throat.

“i love the sound of your laugh.” and if that wasn’t enough to stop your heart, he’ll start kissing your collarbones and make his way up your neck, not in a sexual way, but in a purely loving one. and then finally he just stops and looks at you one last time because giving you a small smile and connecting his lips with yours, firm yet soft in nature

sometimes cuddle sessions get extremely playful. like homeboy is jabbing his fingers into your side and laughing like an evil maniac while doing so. he knows you can’t escape his wrath so he just tickles you to his heart’s content

if you turn over on your stomach for some reason, like watching a video on your phone or whatever, he will literally climb on your back, no hesitation. like oh, sorry, did you not want to be crushed by this 5′2 libero? too bad

can only cuddle for so long because he gets restless and wants to do something, like make dinner with you or take a shower, or just something. staying still for long is his one inability

OMG noya smells like the method body “simply nourish” body wash with rice milk, coconut, and shea butter. it just - yes. he smells clean, but also kind of like...wild? like he added a dash of pepper? i dunno gOD i know he smells nice bro, i know it

[trashytoastboi]

Good day! I love really your blog. (Especially nsfw 👀🤭) Anyway can I request nsfw scenario Law x shy! fem! S/O? The crew is on the island and going to small town for things. Like S/O is going to market for groceries because she's a cook. Then she two women taking to each other. Women 1" Guess what happened to me~? " Women 2" Oh, tell me! "

1" Yesterday I had a wild night! My man was so rough no more like a animal! " 2" Oh my god! So he has you punished? Hoho. " 1" Indeed and no regrets " Shy fem! S/O has heard it. It sounds very exciting but she's not a troublemaker. Her boyfriend Law, his crew mates and S/O go back to Polar Tang. When she's done with groceries she goes to Law work office. She's was again nervous, like she knows that she's very shy but how rough like a beast will happen, she wonders. When she comes to Laws room she feel her heart racing. When she saw Law she ask it "Ummm Law? If you have time eeeeh, Ye know THE THING but will you do it to me more rough, rough like a beast (not literally). (And no choking, no spanking, no toys, I don't like pain.) I think Law will say if she is sure about it. She's kinda prepared, bit nervous but she say yes. But oh boi, she did not expect that Law do it like, a beast, monster, devil in bed. Ooooh my gawd. And yeah. Take your time.

Heyya! 🍀 thank you so much ^.^ sorry for the long wait on this and hope you enjoy~ (Also this was supposed to be posted hours ago but technology was hating me and it wouldn't post 😑)

(Female Pronouns)

NSFW Scenario: Law x Shy! F! S/O - A Touch of Rough

Warnings: NSFW (Fingering, rough, tabletop)

Word count: 2,001 Words

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🍄Trafalgar Law🍄

"We're docking today. Make sure you get everything you need while we're there." Law stated to the crew while tapping his shoulder with his sword. "Aye captain!" The crew collectively agreed, knowing it might be quite another while before they can enjoy leisurely time like this. Law glanced over the crewmates and found his partner talking to the crew. In the process of trying to compile a list of ingredients that the crew wants. Things that would be needed for the next long while. And anything in particular that they would want. {Name} felt the lingering gaze, turning to see Law who patiently waited for her.

She finalizes the list and hurries over to Law "Is there anything you'd like while I'm out?" {Name} inquires, though feeling happy to see Law smile and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Don't take too long {Name-ya}. If you're back before the crew we can spend some time together." Law whispers before giving her another kiss. {Name's} face burns with embarrassment, knowing what meaning lies behind his words. She nods before scuttling out the door to finish as much shopping as possible. Law chuckles at seeing his partner so bashful and candid.

{Name} walks around the unfamiliar cityscape, trying to navigate from faint remembrance of a previous time they stopped here. Finally stumbling across the market place she refers to the list and to everything she has already gotten. She smiles looking at a small spice stall that has a wide variety of difference spices. Some of which she has never seen before. While perusing the selection, {Name} couldn't help but overhear the conversation of the two women behind her. Discussing something rather intimate. "Can you guess what happened to me?" "Hm? Oh! Tell me"

{Name} wondered as to what the women could have meant and realized that she should not be eavesdropping, but curiosity always got the better of her.

From the corner of her eye she noticed the women leaning in to whisper, just audible enough for {Name} to hear. "I had such a wild night, my man was so rough. He was just like an animal." The woman giggled "So he punished you?" Her friend asked, leaning back. "Indeed and I don't regret it at all."

{Name's} ears were burning... she could not believe the conversation she overheard. Part of her was curious and interested to know what Law would be like if he was a little rougher with her. {Name} already overruled the idea of being punished, knowing that her general nature would not allow her to do anything worth punishing.

{Name} finally makes it back after her grocery shopping. It took a few trips to prevent having too much to carry, and due to that she was already convinced that the crew should have been back by now. Being pleasantly surprised at the fact that the ship was still left quiet and vacant from the other crew members. {Name} packs the groceries away, deciding to look for Law. She was unsure whether or not he went out with the crew or chose to take the chance to catch up with some sleep or studies. "Should probably let him know I'm back." She mutters, looking towards the afternoon sky.

She checks their bedroom first before wandering to his study. The door is closed and she knocks softly as to not wake him, should he be sleeping.

"Come in."

{Name} opens the door, catching a sight of Law sitting back in his chair with his feet on the table. A book in hand as his eye glance up to see who it is. The moment he sees its {Name}, a smile spreads across his lips. "I just wanted to let you know I'm back" she mumbled softly. Law sets his book down and stands, walking over to his partner. His hand strokes her head "Welcome back." Nodding her head and biting her lip anxiously, she is trying to think of the words she wants to say. "L-Law, what you said earlier about spending time together. Did you mean l-like that or...?" She hesitantly asks, not wanting her initial assumption to be one of her own making.

Law raises an eyebrow to her question, while he may have been feigning innocence he was betrayed by the devious look in his eyes. His hand brings her a bit closer to himself. Law presses his lips to hers, a soft and suggestive kiss that lit something in her. "I was hoping for something passionate." His voice was low and filled with lust that {Name} found undeniable. His lips kiss her neck, fingers slide down her back lightly which cause a faint tickle to run up her spine. "Law, today...um, can you--" her voice falters and falls before getting the sentence out, Law looks at his desperately bashful partner who is stammering and struggling to get a sentence across. "What is it love?"

"C-could you maybe, um, be a bit r-rougher today?" {Name} squeaks out, closing her eyes since looking at Law right now will be far too embarrassing. Her heart hammers away in her chest, stressing slightly at what Law could be thinking about. Law is pleasantly surprised that {Name} would make such a request "Are you sure love?" He inquires, awaiting confirmation before making another move. Her head nods shyly, a slight sigh escapes him. "When you act this adorable, you make me want to be a little mean." Law states, running his fingers through her hair.

Law grips her chin, lifting her face to his and kissing her passionately. His tongue slyly slips into her mouth, teasing and playing with her own. Law's arm wraps around her waist and pulls her body into his own, he places his leg between hers. Deeping the kiss when he feels a soft tap on his shoulder. Law pulls away, looking at {Name} with a slight sense of pride. Her eyes were dazed, face flushed and she was left absolutely breathless by his kiss. Law smirks and without warning he lifts her body and sets her atop the desk. "S-Shouldn't we go to the room?" She mumbles. Law smiles looking at her growing increasingly more flustered "Do you have a problem with here?" He replies with a tap on the desk.

She shakes her head, Law leans down to nibble on her ear causing {Name's} body to shiver with anticipation. Law's teeth graze her neck, his finger slides down her neck and chest. Before ripping her shirt open. {Name} is left speechless from the suddenness. Her hand rests on his chest from surprise, he grabs her hand and holds it down with his own. His lips suckle the tender flesh as he bites and kisses her neck and chest.

It was completely different for {Name} usually Law was so sweet and gentle, taking his time and going slow. To have him so forceful, seemingly starved and trying to devour her with his kisses was enough to make {Name} tremble with excitement. She whimpers at the feeling of Law tearing off the rest of her clothes. His fingers stroke her thighs, "Open your legs {Name-ya}" he states with an amused grin at seeing her bashful reaction and shaking her head. He bites her thigh before slipping his hand between them and forcing them open. "L-Law?" {Name} gasps at his forward actions. Usually it was her shyness that caused this and Law used it as an opportunity to tease and tempt her.

{Name} is pulled from her thoughts and gasps at the sudden intrusion of two fingers that stroke in and out at a fast pace. Her hand grabs onto Law's shoulders. Eyes closing shut while trying to hold her voice back. Law can feel her clenching around his fingers, pleased by the fact that she is evidently more sensitive than usual. {Name} bites her lip trying to keep her voice down while Law smiles. Finding the soft moans that escape her lips to be absolutely beautiful. "You're so cute my love" Law whispers, nipping at her ear. {Name} finds herself slipping, her voice grows louder with her mind beginning to go blank. "{Name-ya} I'm feeling very impatient. I can't wait anymore." He states, rutting his hips against {Name}.

{Name} opens her eyes and her breath hitches at the sight of Law. Paired with a chill that ran down her spine. He was flustered, his eyes filled with something akin to a starved beast filled with an insatiable lust. Her eyes follow his hands as they unbuckle his belt. His eyes continuing to follow her reactions. He smirks at seeing her anticipation and barely has enough patience for himself before stripping himself completely of his clothing that was discarded into a heap at his feet. {Name} absent mindedly bites her lip. A nervous tic that now acts as a breaking point for the last of Law's restraint. His lips are on hers in an instant, hungrily. His eyes open to stare into hers as he pushes his cock into her, watching her eyes open wide at the sudden instance of being filled. {Name} lets her head fall back as she enjoys the sensation. Law takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into her neck and leave a large mark.

His hips withdraw and slam harshly back into hers, causing {Name} to moan from the force and slide back onto the table. His hands situate themselves on {Name's} waist to keep her there while he slams into her again. Loving the sound of her cry out from the unexpected and delectable pleasure she is feeling. {Name's} back arches from having Law continously pound into her deeply. There's no time for any thought before Law begins to pick up the pace. The objects on the desk rattle with the force and begin to fall off, crashing to the ground. "Law!" {Name} sputters out, concerned about all the various objects that fall. A soft growl escapes from his throat, teeth clenched and the grunts and groans of his pleasure, Law's hand grabs her face. "Focus on me {Name-ya}" he harshly states with another thrust of his hips. Her moans grow louder, purring with the bombardment of new sensations. Law's hands grip the edge of the table, forcing himself deeper into {Name}. Her high pitched whines catch his ears, noticing her fingernails digging in his back. "Is it too much {Name-ya}?" His voice was ragged, strained and breathless. Hiding her face in his chest {Name} mumbling through her moans "M-more please."

Law grins, more than happy to oblige what she asks for. His body presses down on hers and pins {Name} to the table. Relentlessly pounding into her, he drinks up the sound of her sweet voice that gets caught in her throat. Law rests his head in the crook of her shoulder, feeling a bead of sweat rolling down his face as the table rattles and creaks under them. Law shuts his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He grunts, loving how desperately {Name} is holding onto him and feeling her tighten around him, indicating her impending climax. "Please..." the word weakly escapes her hoarse throat, he feels the need to give her what she asks for. "Just a little more my love" Law kisses her softly, watching how she tries to keep her wits about her. {Name} begins to tremble, Law digs his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. His harsh thrusts grow erratic and sloppy. Law's teeth sink into her shoulder as he groans from his orgasm, feeling {Name} reaching her own climax at the same time.

The two stay in their position for a few moments, trying to find breath and the energy to move. Law peppers her neck and chest with soft endearing kisses. She purrs in delight, nuzzling into Law and combing her fingers through his hair. He walks on his now shaky legs, holding {Name} before sinking into the seat with her in his lap. His arms lazily wrap around her as she snuggles into him.

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No need for jealousy, sweetie | Kageyama Tobio

Category: fluff

2k words; Is it a famous idol? Is it a high-skilled setter? Nope. It's his own son.

Everyone knows Kageyama Tobio, the genius setter of Japan’s national team and a member of The Monster Generation, is a love-struck fool. It’s not that hard to find out, seeing how his normally rigid and scowling face immediately turns soft and full of tender affection as soon as his wife is mentioned. His reaction is the same when his son, who celebrated his first birthday just a few months ago, becomes the topic of conversations as well.

The news of his son’s birth was posted all over Japan’s news as it consisted of a video uploaded onto his SNS account where you were beaming like a sun with your newborn baby in your arms while Tobio was silently crying his eyes out. He then moved to embrace you, words of thanks and love spilling out in between hiccups and cries. You joked that he cried more than you during the labour and everyone in the room was either laughing or comforting him.

You once attended one of his matches with Hikari in your arms, cheering for your husband and his team. As soon as the match was finished and congratulations were given, he zipped to your side and took the baby off of you. Hikari, recognising his father, gurgled joyfully and snuggled deeper into his embrace. As you started talking to Tobio, they both looked at you with an identical expression, like it was copy-pasted, that fans nearby took hundreds of photos. It’s one of the highlights in compilations of “Kageyama in husband mode” videos. (Other popular uploads include interviews where he doesn’t shut up when asked about your health or questions about your relationships. A lot of his fans started liking him thanks to YouTube’s wacky algorithms.)

Tobio is the embodiment of a devoted husband and father. Despite his odd memorisation skill which seemed limited to all things volleyball related, he never once missed an anniversary, birthday or doctor’s appointment. He even excused himself from practices for you. You can still hear how Hinata screamed “You’re skipping volleyball practice? You?” when he delivered the news. Interviews and commentaries after matches were cut short, much to his company and team officials’ dismay, because he couldn’t waste a second returning back to your side. He always repeated “[Name] is waiting. Goodbye.” with a bow and took off. He also wakes up practically instinctively to the baby’s cries even after he’s wiped out due to his rigorous training. The amount of superhuman stamina he has made you jealous since you’re half-dead after exercising a bit while he’s fit as a horse. He says any exhaustion he has evaporates as soon as he sees his son’s cute little face. A weird and floppy smile appeared on his face whenever he took the minuscule hands in his.

Hikari is practically a carbon copy of his father. Same piercing black eyes which look odd but strangely suitable on a one-year-old, smooth black hair growing in tufts and a round face with baby fat filling out his plump cheeks. Tobio sometimes pokes his chubby cheeks while he’s sleeping, hands trembling like he’s about to touch a priceless artifact. If you took a photo now and compared it to one of Tobio’s childhood ones, even he would be confused. They’re just that much alike.

When his teammates and friends visited to celebrate Hikari’s first birthday, their reactions were… quite interesting. Apparently they didn’t expect the child, a genetic offspring from Tobio and you, to have the similarity percentage lopsided to 99 and 1. Hinata argued 99.5 and 0.5 which caused another fight to explode between him and your husband. 

It was very childish, the arguments thrown around being the equivalent of “Look at him! Are you sure you didn’t just split into half like that thing with the cell?”  “Mitosis, idiot.”  “Why are you still so mean, Tsukishima?! But yeah, mitosis!”  “What the hell do you think you’re saying, dumbass? He’s so much like [Name]!”  “Only you can see that, Mr Wife Idiot!” and so on. It was cut short when Hikari started crying due to the influx in noise and Tobio’s Dad Mode kicked in.

In your eyes, it’s absolutely adorable. Two copies of your favourite face in the world to wake up to and fill your life with. While pregnancy was a pain, right now is paradise. Especially since Hikari is a quiet and calm kid just like his father. By now, you should be concerned if they’re clones rather than father and son.

But recently, Tobio’s kind of miffed at Hikari for some reason. That doesn’t mean he’s neglecting his child, he would rather die than do that. He’s as attentive as ever, if not even more so than usual. Using his overpowered athletic skills to respond to Hikari’s whines or cries much faster than you, he drops everything and runs out at the smallest indication of discomfort. It’s also not because having a baby is a handful, they’re meant to be like that.

No, he’s just incredibly jealous of a one-year-old because “he’s taking up all your time and affection when you promised to love me most in the world”. 

When he first said that, your initial reaction was to double-take because you thought you heard him wrong. The thought of “Well. My hearing is failing now” echoed in your head. But no, this dork was being possessive and filled to the brim with envy over his son. His own. Son. As unbelievable as it sounds, it’s kind of in character for Tobio. Tobio who has various epithets like:

King of the Court

Volleyball Idiot

Number 1 Wife Fan

Mr “I have two brain cells and one’s for volleyball and one’s for my wife. A third one is sprouting for my son.”

And plenty of other variations.

So far, the attempt to make him understand the needlessness of his concerns and jealousy haven’t gone well. Generally, it starts with your defence of “Tobio, I love you and Hikari equally.” “You said you would love me the most in the world!” “Fine then, I love you the most in the world.” “I know you’re lying!” “Sweetie, please.” Rinse and repeat.

He turns dejected after every single “fight” and curls up into a ball, refusing to talk to you unless you hug and kiss him. He thinks he’s sneaky and manipulative. He really isn’t, you have him playing in the palm of your hands.

But it’s going to become a real problem if he’s going to be jealous with the tiny tenant who’s going to be around for at least another 2 decades. And the worst thing is that you can’t regularly find advice since his closest friends aren’t… much of a help.

Hinata looked at you like you were crazy in one of your rare meetups. Tsukishima acted like he was actually getting sick from your concerns, that salty bastard. Yachi, kind and helpful and sweet Yachi, was the only one who made valuable contributions with Yamaguchi. It’s such a shame they’re so busy that they can barely have a social life nowadays.

“Hmm… I mean, he stills loves Hikari, right?”

“Yes. Endlessly.”

“Well then… how about treating him exactly the same as you did before Hikari came, if not more affectionately? That’ll show him that his son, his one-year-old son who doesn’t even understand the concept of jealousy, is not a quote-unquote threat.”

“Just threaten to leave him alone for like, a month if he keeps on being possessive. That’ll wake him up.”

“Tsukki!”

“Oh hello, Satan, didn’t think you'd be contributing. How’s roasting the souls of the innocent going?”

“It’s going fine. Would they really be innocent if they’re in Hell?”

“It’s a joke, Sea Salt. Also, that would crush him!”

“That’s the whole point.”

“I think you’re using this just to annoy him.”

“You’re thinking correctly.”

“Back to the topic at hand! [Name]-chan, just reassure and spend a lot of time with him.”

“That’s literally what I’m doing right now! Ughhh what should I dooooo…”

“You know it’s really annoying when lovestruck couples come and complain about their relationship like it’s a problem when in reality you’re happy, right? Just saying.”

“Tsukki, she has a real problem here!”

“Eh, does she though?”

And of course, that line of conversation took off before you could object and continued for the rest of the visit. So all in all, the two-hour lunch date with your friends resulted in a public commotion which nearly got you kicked out of the café. You were about to return home with no solid solutions when Hinata grabbed and stopped you.

“Hinata?”

“[Name]-chan, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. I think he’s just like this because he spent his entire life looking at either volleyball or you, and now that a third party has entered, he’s just not used to it. Time fixes everything or something like that, right?”

“It’s already been a year though…”

“Yeah, well… I’m sure he’s getting better. I remember when we visited you on Hikari’s okuizome, he was literally looking at you for the entire time. The entire time. When it was his son’s 100th day anniversary.”

Yes, Tobio spent the whole 5 hour party/ceremony with his eyes glued onto you, until everyone berated him for his lack of attention. Hinata literally flung a rubber band at his head and he didn’t even flinch. It was the main topic of conversation in your friend circle for the next month or so.

“But when we came again for his first birthday, Kageyama was all over Hikari! I think the transition of his love for you to Hikari is a bit slow, if that makes sense. He probably thinks the love you have for him is getting smaller compared to his love for you. Our Kageyama’s a bit of an idiot like that, right?” You don’t really know whether to nod or shake your head. “The fact that you’re hesitating kind of says everything, [Name]-chan. It’ll get better when his love for Hikari matches yours, okay? Hang in there!”

With a swift but warm hug, Hinata ran off to do his training. 

The entire walk back home was filled with ruminations. Hinata was probably right. Kageyama’s attitude was slowly, but surely changing now that you’re thinking back. The ratio of his time with you and Hikari was 9:1 when he was just born, but recently it was more like 8:2. It should be concerning that this is the progress after a year of living together, but it’s better than nothing. You probably have nothing to worry about.

“Tobio, I’m home!” Silence welcomed you back. “Love? You home?” It was one of his rare days off and he said he would be taking care of Hikari so you could enjoy some free time while he can sleep in for the day. Also because his team instructor forbade him from meeting with Hinata since it always ends with a 3 hour volleyball match. 

“In here.” A tiny reply emerged from the nursery. He always came running as soon as the front door creaked open like an overgrown puppy since you started living together, so this was surprising. Quietly tiptoeing in, you were met with your baby sleeping soundly in your husband’s arms, sucking on his thumb and sleep-babbling intermittently. Tobio’s face was one of love and pure happiness as he watched Hikari snoozing away like he didn’t have a care in the world—the same face he made when he stared at you. When he raised his head up to look at you, his eyes were filled with joy and warmth, crinkling in the edges. 

“He’s so small.” He whispered, careful not to wake Hikari up. You joined him by his side, gently nudging your child’s chubby cheeks and revelling at its softness. “I have this… this feeling in my chest whenever I look at him… the same one whenever I see you.” Tobio’s hand came up to cup your face and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“I love you both so much.”

Yeah, you have nothing to worry about. 

[dropofgoldensun]

omg hiiiii i am here from cat (@luvdsc) wondering if you could offer any advice about college apps 🙏 especially about the uc piqs? thank you so much i hope ur doing well!!!!!!!!

yes yes hello friend !! 💝 miss cat directed you to me because i did my college apps last year !!! (yikes one year passed already?? why does that feel ages ago 🤧)

first of all, congratulations on making the decision to apply to college !! i know it’s been hard for a lot of people our age to figure out the college situation recently, so i’m proud of you for choosing to take the extra step this summer to buckle up and write those essays 💞

i’ve compiled a few tips on answering the PIQs (i was actually in the middle of typing this up when i received your ask haha), but some of them can be applied to other essays, as well !! they’re all under the cut (because, unfortunately, being brief is not my forte) 😊

(and for reference, the prompts i chose were #2 (creativity), #6 (subject), #7 (community), and #8 (anything) !!)

tip #1: understand the prompt.

before you even begin writing, it’s important to understand what the question is really asking. for the UC PIQs, this will look different depending on which four prompts you decide to do.

in question one, for example, they want to know about your skills in leading others, but notice that they’re also curious about your resolution abilities and teamwork experience. or in question two, they don’t want to know that you paint and that you love painting—they could be asking how resourceful you are, how you think outside the box when you have an idea.

once you know the question you’re going to be answering, you can move on to brainstorming!

tip #2: write down three (3) key takeaways.

these are like the most basic, not-even-a-sentence answers you would give to each question. so for me, in response to question eight (“what do you believe makes you stand out as a strong candidate for the UCs?”), my answers were perseverance, courage, and character. i had a story about that, so i wrote about my experience with martial arts.

i recommend you do something similar. decide on three things that you want to communicate to your audience, and write them in the footnote of your document. your goal is to cover all three points so that, if anyone were to read your essay, they would walk away understanding those three things about you.

i found this strategy really helpful for keeping my essay streamlined while writing—if a sentence didn’t relate to any of those main points, i would cut it since those words would take up valuable space in the word count. stay focused on what needs to be in this essay, and if you have extra words left in the word count later, you can add those details back in.

and once you’re done with your essay, make sure to refer back to your takeaways and check that you covered all of them sufficiently!

tip #3: highlight your stories.

i sent cat an ask a couple days ago with a few pictures of my response to an end-of-year college counseling survey that referenced this tip (you can find it here). basically i said that, when choosing what topics to write about, pick things that interest you! if you get excited talking about it, your audience should get excited about reading it, because they’ll pick up on the passions you have and then everyone’s excited !!! :D

i’ll tell you a secret: everyone you meet, everyone you see, has countless unique experiences that few others may have. me? i spend hours making mashups out of kpop songs. i earned my black belt years after a traumatizing experience during training. i get russian harry potter and spanish dr. seuss books from the library. and i created a collaborative online google photos album for my classmates that now has thousands of entries. although these aren’t necessarily unique to only me, they’re still special enough to the point where, when you put them all together, you get a better image of the person i am, and what i value.

so find a story, a habit, a hobby that makes you different, because i believe that everyone has them. give them some food for thought, or that one-liner that sticks in their brain and won’t go away. and remember: these stories don’t all have to be extraordinary—they should be about people or moments of special value to you, because that’s what matters.

personal tip: when i was brainstorming ideas, i decided that the best way to get ideas out there was to go on a rant (because sometimes it helps to just have a conversation with yourself !!) and i recorded myself, so i could replay what i said !! this was so so crucial to me finding my own voice for writing essays. notice the way you word things when you talk—a good line or two may make it into the final draft :)

i found it helpful to read sample essays as well! they give a lot of great ideas on the kinds of topics people write about. (also, it’s kind of fun, because who doesn’t love a good story?)

but the people reading your essay won’t be there to just enjoy your story; what they really want you to do is to tell them what you learned from your experience. they want to know whether you’re teachable and willing to grow both as a student and as a young adult. so make sure to take note of the life lessons you learned, experience you gained, character you built, etc.

minor tip on ending your essay: if you’re telling a story that happened in the past, then close with what you learned and how you can apply that to your life moving forward. if you’re telling a story that has no definite end yet (like a passion or dream you have), you probably don’t have everything figured out (and you can say that in your essay!), so it might be better to close with your hopes for the future.

tip #4: ask your family for help.

peer-editing is one of the most effective ways to detect errors and inconsistencies in your writing, because, after staring at your essay for so long, you might gloss over glaring contradictions. for all of my essays, i printed them out and asked my parents to help me revise them. we’d meet every other night (or every night, depending on how much time was left) to review and discuss improvements.

i actually kept some of those printed drafts (only the first and the final ones for comparison), and let me tell you from experience—you’re probably going to have a lot of drafts (i think the most i did was seven? but you don’t need to go that far!). this part of the process does take some time, so remember to be patient and kind to yourself :) these essays won’t happen overnight!

enlisting the help of others also helps keep you accountable. one of the struggles many seniors face while writing essays is just... setting aside time to do them. and even though the constant reminders from your parents will definitely get repetitive and a bit stress-inducing, i can tell you from personal experience that i’m so glad they did; otherwise, i don’t think i’d have my essays done in time :’)

while writing college essays is challenging, your family will be there supporting you each step of the way. chances are that they’ll have their own pointers to pass on to you, since they probably remember doing this process themselves! and, out of everyone in your life, they probably remember the most about you (because you probably don’t remember much when you were four or five), so they might have a couple starter ideas for topics when brainstorming. you can rely on them for their advice and their experience.

tip #5: self-editing.

here’s the part that takes the longest time.

use action words. this is probably something you’ve heard all throughout elementary school where they didn’t like you to say “said” because it was “boring”… but honestly, the difference between “doing my own version” and “infusing it with my personality” could go a long way. also, use words that you would actually use in an essay—then it’ll have your own special flair, and not sound like it’s taken from some stuffy 80s textbook!

here are some of the words i used (once again, you shouldn’t use these words if they don’t sound like something you’d write/say): potential, overlay, wrestle, launch, analogous, weave, infuse, experiment, outlet, revel, fascinate, satisfaction, pursue, expand, distinction, capture, range, archive, engage, beyond, build, adversity, cultivate, preserve, commit, explore, convey, naturally

also, be on the lookout for repeated words. i once wrote an essay without noticing that i used “hope” three times in the same paragraph. don’t do that! use synonyms :) personally, i tended to run short on synonyms, so i always kept a tab or two open on my computer reserved for searching up new words.

side note: unfortunately, during my search for synonyms, i discovered that thesaurus.com just didn’t give me what i was looking for. i highly recommend using wordhippo instead; it has so many more options and they’re grouped by the different definitions of your word! i found the synonyms i needed really quickly and it was very satisfying!

avoid the passive voice! my teacher gave me this tip for theses or any other college-level writing. here’s an example of the passive voice: “there was a large part of me that wanted to turn back.” that’s twelve words taking up precious space in your word count! instead, say something like, “i considered turning back.” you’ve just freed up eight words :)

tip #6: final revisions.

this is the step where you fine-tune your essays. meet that word count.

read your writing out loud. does it sound like you? it should. every writer has a different voice, and you need to ensure that yours is pervasive throughout your essay. feel free to use contractions—not only do they reduce your word count (this was a good thing for me, since i had a problem with getting under 350 words), but they also give a more casual tone to your essay, as if you’re telling a story to someone in the room.

next, pretend to be an admissions officer and have someone else read your essay to you. do you get excited hearing about this student who shares your name? if you do, there’s a good chance the real admissions officers will love your essays, too. this also gives you a chance to review to your essay as a whole. pay attention to the overall flow. is there a clear beginning and end? do you resolve the issues and overcome the trials you brought up? listen to it as if it’s a story, and take this time to enjoy what you’ve written. you worked hard!

final thoughts / encouragements.

oh my goodness, did we make it to the end? honestly if you did, thank you so much 🥺

okay but despite my relatively optimistic tone throughout this post, i’m still going to be honest with you—the college essay writing process is difficult. it requires you to look inside yourself and analyze the “why” behind some of the things that you love, and that isn’t easy to do at all. it’s intellectually and emotionally challenging, because not only do you need to use so much energy writing, but you also have to dig deeper to understand yourself, and that’s not easy, either.

but i wanted to encourage you, too. no matter what you may think of yourself at 12am, 2am, 4am writing these essays, believe you have a personality that others love and will love when they meet you. you are an interesting person with unique experiences who deserves to share your thoughts with others. you have so many people behind you, supporting you during these next few months. and when you find that you can’t write any more, remember to take time to care for yourself. have a warm shower. go to bed early. i could go on and on about why sleep is good for your brain but i’ll spare you the details in this post 😉

one last thing: keep the bigger picture in focus. remember, by december or january, you will be finished with most of the application process. that’s no small accomplishment. you can do it. 💝

i really hope you found tips that you were looking for, and that they’re applicable to your own PIQs and other essays !! if you have any other questions, feel free to send in another ask (i promise my response won’t be this lengthy LOL) 💘💓

oh, and if you feel comfortable enough reaching out about anything in particular, i’m only a DM away 💕 i wish you the best of luck on writing your essays and i hope you enjoy your final year of high school !! 💗🌸💟💖

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attended to his letters; a course of reducing exercises

  or did you hear commentaries [     ] over the radio? I don’t have the time to do it. You don’t have time to do it.       1 and that, of course, you don’t have time to was taught the game       2   increasing the feed for / my dope, but you don’t have time       3 You don’t have time to investigate them fully yourself? No       4   It was hard work?   — Yes, sir. You have to be fast and do the best you can. You don’t have time       5 for nearly everything; you don’t have time       6   You don’t have time to bother about your neighbors, and you don’t       7 enjoy our own com . pany , as we never have any chance to see friends around home, for you don’t have time after and before       8   And in some cases wastefully?   — Not wastefully. Does not one involve the other?   — I don’t see it in that light. A man applies for relief. You don’t have time to see that man.       9 you don’t have time to spend one hour in thinking every day to see your business in a bigger, better, and cleaner way than it is today. [     ] desk covered with papers, unfinished business, no time to see       10   the “ticket” for large swamps. You don’t have time       11 You see, when you’re on the news end of a thing like this you don’t have time to get worked up.       12   “Well,” she said, “I suppose you are so busy at the office you don’t have time.       13 you are so terribly busy that I suppose you don’t have time to feel lonesome. Why can’t girls do something like that, too?       14   “How did you like it down there?” he asked. “Well” — she paused thoughtfully — “down there you can keep busy. There’s something to do all the time; you can keep so occupied that you don’t have time to stop and think and feel.”       15 you don’t have time to think of danger” But one foggy morning not long after...       16   today. always say you don’t have time to read. ward, like a girl       17 By the time he had days. When you’re busy you don’t have time to attended to his letters.       18   a course of reducing exercises, you don’t have time to think of that. I don’t believe I’m abnormal, perhaps I am, but       19 Well, I use two formulas; saying you “don’t have time” is part of the world of citation. Saying you “have time” is part of the world of translation. I think that the questioning typical of translation has always been absent in the plastic arts.       20  

sources   ( “you don’t have time,” all but two pre-1923 )

1 ex reporters’ transcript, April 20, 1959, The People of the State of California, Plaintiff, vs. Louis Estrada Moya, et al., Defendent, being part of the Transcript of Record, Supreme Court of the United States, October Term, 1960, No. 186, Luis Estrada Moya, Petitioner, vs. California on write of certiori to the Supreme Court of the State of California (petition filed June 9, 1960; granted June 27, 1960) : 200 aside — Google misdated this 1832; 1960 was outside of my search range. A well-known case (I was too young at the time to know it). Some sources : ◾ “A mother-in-law’s murder for hire scheme results in death penalty for all three participants” at vcdistrictattorney, in which this : “What made the case unique? The hired killers testified against Mrs. Duncan without commitment [that] the District Attorney would not seek the death penalty in exchange for their testimony... In fact, all three received the death penalty and were executed. Of course, today’s appellate courts would likely reverse a case in which a defense attorney failed to seek sentencing concessions in exchange for testimony.”   ◾ Arlene Martinez, “Love, scandal and murder: Ventura County case drew national attention,” VC Star (June 29, 2013)   ◾ Alice de Sturler review of Jim Barrett his definitive Ma Duncan at Defrosting Cold Cases (October 17, 2020)   ◾ Cecelia Rasmussen, “A Mother’s Love Was the Death of Her Daughter-in-Law,” Los Angeles Times (January 20, 2002; paywall)   ◾ Joan Renner, “Dead Woman Walking: Elizabeth Ann ‘Ma’ Duncan,” parts 1-4 (2013) at Deranged LA Crimes (True 20th Century tales of murder, mayhem, political corruption, and celebrity scandal) and, finally,   ◾ wikipedia 2 OCR cross-column misread, at Annie Eliot, “John Emerson Gaines’s Love Affairs,” The Manhattan 2:5 (November 1883) : 467-475 (468) snippet view only, opens to hathitrust. Annie Eliot Trumbull (1857–1949), author of novels, short stories, and plays; associated with Hartford, Connecticut’s “Golden Age”. wikipedia 3 OCR cross-column misread at H. E. Browing on “Pig Tails,” at The Swine World (Google titles it Poland China World) 5:2 (September 1917) : 11 4 ex Statement of William E. Johnson, chief special officer, United States Indian Affairs, before Committee on Indian Affairs, re: Senate Resolution No. 263 (Washington, 1910) : 367-400 (392) an intense exchange, on sale of alcohol on reservations. William E. “Pussyfoot” Johnson (1862-1945) was an energetic and resourceful prohibitionist and law enforcement officer. (wikipedia) 5 here, Julius Baum, examined by J. R. Lamar (January 29, 1896), in Contested Election Case of Thomas E. Watson Vs. J.C.C. Black, from the Tenth Congressional District of the State of Georgia, and published in/by the U.S. Congress, Committee on Elections (Washington, 1896) : 535 aside — an episode in the dismantling of Reconstruction institutions and Black suffrage.   ◾ Thomas E(dward). Watson (1856-1922) (wikipedia).   ◾ Watson is discussed in Jo Ann Whatley, her remarkable MA thesis Pike County Blacks : the spirit of populist revolt and White tolerance (1891-1896) as depicted in the Pike County Journal and other related sources (Atlanta University, 1984), available here   ◾ Watson was succeeded by James C(onquest). C(ross). Black (1842-1928) (wikipedia). “Black was declared the winner of the election but Watson charged that the vote was fraudulent. Black agreed to resign his seat just after the opening of the 54th Congress so that a new election could be held. In the October 1895 special election, Black prevailed over Watson again, and thus took his seat back to fill the vacancy caused by his own resignation.” J.C. C. Black entry, at Biographical Directory of the United States Congress 6 ex Investigation of Hazing at U. S. Military Academy, being “Testimony taken by the Select Committee of the House of Representatives appointed to investigate and report on the alleged hazing and resulting death of Oscar L. Booz, late a cadet at the Military Academy, and upon the subject of the practice of hazing at the said academy.” (1901) : 776 7 another contested election, here Mrs. Louise Roller under cross-examination by Mr. Goldsmith, in Scholl, Charles L. Vs. Bell, Henry A. Jefferson Circuit Court (Louisville, Kentucky), Chancery Branch: First Division, Chas. L. Scholl, Plaintiff Vs. Henry A. Bell, Defendant. No. 41519. / Second Division, Arthur Peter, Plaintiff Vs. Chas. A. Wilson, Defendant, No. 41524. : “Contested election cases heard together,” Transcript of Record, Volume 8 (10 volumes in 9) : 39 (snippet only, but in full at hathitrust) 8 ex report from Washington Division (by Cert. 9730), 23:5 (May 1906) [number/month uncertain, could be June] : 712 (opens to hathitrust; found via google snippet view) 9 ex the “Poplar Inquiry,” here an examination of Mr. P. G. Miles, Relieving Officer, in Transcript of Shorthand Notes taken at the Public Inquiry held by J. S. Davy, C.B., Chief General Inspector of the Local Government Board, “into the general conditions of the Poplar Union, its pauperism, and the admnistration of the guardians and their officers.” Presented to both Houses of Parliament... (London, 1906) : 141 On the Poplar workhouse, see workhouses.org.uk (scroll down (near bottom) to “The Poplar Union Scandal and Inquiry”).   ◾ Poplar is a district in East London (wikipedia) 10 ex E. Elmo Martin (Cleveland, Ohio), “How to hand the day’s work,” in National Lime Association Proceedings (Twentieth Annual Convention, Cleveland, Ohio; June 13-16, 1922) : 68-76 (73) (snippet view; full view at hathitrust) 11 ex H. Stimmons (Stark Co., Ohio), “More about coon hounds,” Hunter-trader-trapper 25:3 (December 1912) : 87-89 (88) (snippet view at Google, but full view at hathitrust, NW second paragraph) 12 ex Wayland Wells Williams (“author and artist,” 1888-1945), The Whirligig of Time (Frederick A. Stokes, 1916) : 335 Wayland Wells Williams papers at Yale YCAL MSS 551 13 ex T.I.M., “Dimpleton Stays at Home : A Story with a Real Moral,” in Life (July 25, 1907) : 155-158 (156) 14 snippet view only, at The Cactus (Austin, Texas; 1908) : 275 A journal “published by and for the students of the University of Texas”; 1907 and 1909 (but not 1908 alas) at hathitrust. 15 “down there” being Chicago, ex Henry Oyen (1883-1921), chapter 36 of “Big Flat,” in The Country Gentleman 84: (March 8, 1919) : 20, 22, 57-59 The novel was published in 1919, same passage at p 204 (NYPL copy)   ◾ Haven't located much information about Oyen; his published work is listed at his Online Books page 16 Homer Randall. Army Boys in the French Trenches Or, Hand to Hand Fighting with the Enemy (New York: George Sully & Company, 1918) : 199 Six “Army Boys” titles were produced by the Stratemeyer Syndicate 1918-1920, all under the pseudonym Homer Randall : Army Boys in France, Army Boys in the French Trenches, Army Boys on the Firing Line, Army Boys in the Big Drive, Army Boys Marching into Germany, and Army Boys on German Soil (stratemeyer.org)   ◾ The Stratemeyer Syndicate records (1832-1984; bulk 1905-1984) are at NYPL  ◾ See also Stratemeyer pseudonyms and series books : an annotated checklist of Stratemeyer and Stratemeyer Syndicate publications / compiled and edited by Deidre Johnson (1982); Deidre Johnson, Edward Stratemeyer and the Stratemeyer Syndicate (Twayne Publishers, 1993); and wikipedia 17 OCR cross-column misread at Harriet Winton Davis, “With the Children : Don’s Knitting,” in The Congregationalist and Advance (August 29, 1918) : 241 Other (not this) issues at hathitrust 18 OCR cross-column misread (extended here), ex H. D. Morgan, Ph. C., “The Kid,” in the section Original and Selected : From the best writers, and the leading drug, medical, chemical and scientific publications of the world, in Practical Druggist and Pharmaceutical Review of Reviews (November 1908) : 529-534 19 Frank R. Adams (1883-1963), “The Heart Pirate,” (illustrations by Charles D. Mitchell), in The Cosmopolitan 72:3 (March 1922) : 43-48, 117-118 (44) — snippet view, but opens at hathitrust More — “... yell for a diet and start doing a course of reducing exercises, you don’t have time to think of that. I don’t believe I’m abnormal, perhaps I am, but just since this afternoon I have come to the conclusion that if you want to put down crime you’ve got to suppress more than just alcohol — you’ve got to suppress the modern flapper. They’re so damnably desirable...” (It gets worse...). See wikipedia; author’s papers at Oregon 20 ex Giuseppe Caccavale : in giardino, a buon fresco (content by Laura Cherubini, Giuseppe Caccavale, Chiara Bertola and Claudia Gian Ferrari; Charta, 2009) : 77

Needed another line, and thought Samuel Beckett might provide. Search yielded no Beckett, but the above passage, fitting in its way and no more nor less ambiguous than anything else here. something recent — Giuseppe Caccavale « Projet Paul Celan », Residence Concordia, Parigi gennaio-ottobre 2020; testo e foto dell’artista. (1 February 2021)  

method

A friend reminded me, recently, that I don’t have time (for what is irrelevant here). Have been ruminating on (avoiding the consequences of) this, since. And thinking too about the place dimension of time, as discussed by Veronica O’Keane in her The Rag and Bone Shop : How we make memories and memories make us (2021) — “One’s sense of time is inseparable from events, but this is a sense of time. Might time have something to do with place cells?” (107) and “The whole concept of time is generally unhelpful in understanding science, be it physics or neuroscience... From the perspective of recording events, the present is consciousness. In a seemingly ironic twist, I myself think that the only place that time does not exist is in the moment of consciousness...” (113)

The encountered lines — all included above from my search in pre-1923 sources — have found their respective though non-chronological places in a kind of rocking, panning motion, in which sediments settle into their respective ripples / couplets.

Would, could, does this — sequence — work (whatever “work” means) without the anchorings / tetherings / bibliographic wastefull(ness; line 9 above) that follow it? They were needed in the making, anyway, and for there to be sufficient distraction for the making to sustain.

all subject to change.  

[nct-lian]

nct dream’s relation to lian

RENJUN + LIAN: LIREN

i really don’t know how to explain this ship if i’m being honest ??

THEY TEAM UP AGAINST HAECHAN ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ

haechan lives matter !!

back when mark and lian graduated, renjun would try and talk to her every single day for as long as possible because he missed her so much :(

they’re the best of friends and care a lot about each other!

during dreamie promotions and activities renjun always clings to her (⋟﹏⋞)

fans notice how he calls her name so lovingly and bust an uwu all the time

“lianna noona~~~~ (´∀｀)♡”

liren shippers found dead </3

renjun is in the midst of coming up with her chinese name >:))))))))))

literally can’t decide, though, because the other chinese members insist on helping

lian is a chinese name anyway so he’s probably just gonna let it slide </3

lian died internally when renjun said fuck

she almost screamed

their relationship with each other is rather confusing if i do say so myself

they tease each other A LOT!

but they’re also so sweet and just show affection for each other ??

I CANT EXPLAIN IT IM SORRY

JENO + LIAN: LINO

even though lian is the older of the two, jeno loves treating her like a little sister :(

he calls her noona and everything but he feels the need to protect her and nobody knows why

it’s adorable though :(

the older members love watching him baby her while she tries to do the same to him ZVSNXJSB

jeno tries to impress her a lot

chenle helps him a lot as well so nctzens have gotten this scenario many times:

“hyung has been working out a lot! noona look at jeno hyung’s muscles!” — chenle

“ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ” — jeno

it’s not because he has a crush on her he just likes her attention :’(

lian buys him food a lot!

he sits beside her whenever he can

she was the first to jump on him and congratulate him for his hard work on his last day of hosting inkigayo with yeeun ( ◠‿◠ )

they’re babie

the two of them actually have pretty similar eye smiles !!!!

lian’s eyes are just a little bit wider

jeno once said that he hopes to have matching hair colours with her someday :(

preferably something bright but pastel

lian agreed so hopefully we’ll be getting matching lino hair soon!

JAEMIN + LIAN: LIANMIN

they’re confirmed to be obsessed with squishing each other’s cheeks

jisung’s unofficial but official mom and dad

jaemin screams the entire time the dreamies react to her music videos

“DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT? VKJZNX SHE’S SO GOOD AT DANCING!”

jaemin literally has to fight for her love all the time-

“chenle, give her back, please” “I SAID GIVE HER BACK”

he looks at lian with heart eyes :((

they were able to get to know each other well at a really young age and because of that, jaemin looked up to her a lot

he even said that if he were to pick someone who was like a role model to him it would be his nana noona

AND ALSO YES HE GAVE LIAN THE NICKNAME NANA SO THEY COULD MATCH (;﹏;)

there ship name was even 2nana for a while but everyone kept calling them lianmin so it kind of faded over time

jaemin is arguably one of the biggest lianzens in the group

he literally blasts “my friend” (his favourite song of hers) at the highest volume possible at 4:00 am and says that it’s their lullaby for the night

“GOODNIGHT KIDS!!! YAKSOGHAEJWO MY FRIEND~~~~!!!!”

jaemin can sometimes baby her a little too much, but it doesn’t really bother her

there’s not much else to say really

the two of them are super cute, though!

lianmin stans are very well fed tbh :0 they have so many interactions with each other

CHENLE + LIAN: CHENLI

did you really think lian DIDN’T mock chenle’s laugh 24/7?

you were very much wrong

chenle could laugh for a split second and here comes lian

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

lian is the only member who chenle is actually relatively nice to, though

1/2 of lian’s children

chenle forces her to appear on like almost every cooking episode of chenji’s this and that so she can try the food they make

he knows she could never be mean to them :(

“do think noona would like this? ehh even if she doesn’t it’s not like she’ll say anything”

chenle wants her chinese name to be super unique and is really getting on renjun’s nerves

like renjun actually thought of a name but chenle said it was too boring (^_^;)

flashbacks to chenle dressing up as pennywise and completely forgetting about lian’s phobia of clowns

died inside when he remembered again and tried to apologize to her

but she literally ran away screaming

HE DOES AEGYO TO GET HER TO BUY HIM FOOD

they go out for ramen at SUUUUPPPEEERRRR late hours of the night and have so much fun

like chenle once knocked on the door of the 127 dorm’s fifth floor and asked if lian was okay with going to the convenience store with him

“wait is it not 2:00 am?” — taeyong

JISUNG + LIAN: LISUNG

this IS the superior ship

jisung is lian’s child and there’s nothing he or you can do about it

2/2 of lian’s children

lian cries every birthday of his because she doesn’t want him to get older :(

he’s obsessed with lian’s dog on a spiritual level and considers them to be best friends

jisung accidentally said, “lian eomma” during a vlive and even though everyone made fun of him they uwu’d so hard :(

they have a lot of videos made about them called “lian and her son” that are just compilations of her taking care of jisung

lian cooks for him all the time!

jisung says that she makes the best ramyeon out of all the members

BYE JISUNG MAKES FUN OF HER HEIGHT TOO-

“noona give me a high five”

and then he holds his hand up above his head ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

jisung only had the TINIEST crush on her predebut

he thought she was really pretty and wanted to spend more time with her but she was often stick to the members of red velvet instead of her nct members

he’s over it now, though :)

but that doesn’t stop haechan from bringing it up only to embarrass him (⌣_⌣”)

he always gets so excited when she releases new music and promotes her a lot :(

during her comebacks he always has to add in “lian noona made new music! go support her thank you” to the end of every video he’ in

[weird-dere-fics]

Lil Update Here

Hey y’all. Just wanted to let ppl know some things.

I’m feeling like tumblr may have become a little unhealthy for me at the moment. I’m on it more chronically than anything else. And I think lately it’s led me to start comparing myself to others again. Which isn’t the greatest thing to be doing to yourself.

Comparing how lacking my abilities seem to other people’s rate of interaction, art skill, and writing skill hasn’t been the funnest time. It’s had me tackling my imposter syndrome more than I’d like to as of late. Am I doing enough? Am I even that good at what I do? Do people truly like the things I do? Do I belong here? Am I doing this whole blog thing right? Am I really doing everything I can? I know the resounding answers to all these questions for the most part is yes, but a part of me is trying to doubt.

I’ve been thinking about my relationships with moots and wondering if those relationships are still okay too. Aside from the few people I’ve interacted with and who have interacted with me consistently lately I feel kind of… alone? Do people on here people truly like me? Am I annoying? Did they forget about me? Do they hate me? Is my content just not good enough to notice or talk to me anymore? I know it isn’t anyone’s job to reach out to me. And I could just as easily reach out myself (in some cases I have and have both received and not received responses). There are some others who I’m worried about too. It’s all just… tough.

And there a lot of factors occurring outside of tumblr that aren’t exactly helping with how I’m doing mentally either.

So I’m gonna try to limit my time on tumblr for a while. Focus on myself and what I might enjoy doing or creating without having to worry about anyone else. So I don’t have to compare myself as much.

Some steps I’m taking are:

Spending only 2 hours per day at most on this app for the incoming week

Turning tumblr notifs off

Creating a tag for queues

No scrolling. If I wanna read smth I read from what I’ve compiled in an external read later list.

If I’m not reading but want to be on tumblr I’ll be working behind the scenes on stuff for my blog

Dunno how long this will be for, but right now I’m focusing on the incoming week.

Feel free to DM me or send me asks still if you want. I’ll just get to them when I get to them. If you have my contact info on any other platform feel free to hit me up there too.

I’m not trying to go cold turkey and completely disappear for a while or anything, but if that is what I end up doing, pls know I’m not dead lol.

It would be great if whoever sees this reblogs it so other moots might possibly see it. Thanks ✌🏾.

I love you all 💜💜💜.