#grandpa on the internet have mercy

[draculpyre]

i will never be this funny again (lie)

[storiesfromgaza]

"Another call from Gaza... My four-year-old daughter, who didn't talk to me much until today.

Samar: Hello, Papa

Me: Ah, my dear, my beloved, how are you, my little Simsim (a term of endearment for Samar)?

Samar: Praise be to god... Papa, I made a big gift card, drew for you, wrote you a letter, and put it in my bag to give you as soon as I see you.

Me: My dear, my heart, you're such a sweetheart, may Allah (God) bless your little hands.

Samar: And what have you done for me? What surprise have you prepared for me?

Me: I brought you a new Elisa bed, toys, and many things, and I set up a dollhouse for you, Simsim.

Samar: Thank you... Papa, keep playing with my toys.

Me: Of course, my dear. Come, let's play together.

Samar: Alright, Papa, the party started early.

Me: What party, my love?

Samar: The bombing party... It started early today.

Me: It's okay, my dear. Don't be afraid.

Samar: I'm scared, I'm scared... No, no, I'm not scared.

Me: Why aren't you scared?

Samar: I'm sitting in my grandma's lap, and she tells me we're under God's protection.

Me: May God protect you, my dear, and keep you safe. Come back to me unharmed.

Samar: Papa, I'm not mad at you for bringing us to Gaza, but there's a war.

Me: What do you mean, a war?

Samar: Remember when we were in America, and we used to say, "God, protect us from a war"?

Me: Yes, I remember.

Samar: This is war.

Me: I'm sorry, my dear. You're brave, you're not afraid.

Samar: Papa, Mama says they're bombing the old houses to rebuild them.

Me: Yes, my dear.

Samar: Our house is new, right?

Me: Yes, my love. Don't think about the bombing, go play.

Samar: Yes, I played a new game with my cousins. It's called "Governor, Executioner"... I hit them, but they kiss me.

Me: Who did you play with?

Samar: I played with your father.

Me: No, It's Jaddi (Jaddi in arabic means my grandpa)

Samar: Yes, and I played with Abdullah... Papa, I prayed... I prayed with Abdullah.

Me: May God protect you, my dear, and keep you. You're Papa's clever sweetheart. What else did you play?

Samar: I made a tent in the house so that when the bombing happens, I can run and hide in it.

Papa, I miss you and love you. And the call ended...

Come hide in my heart, Papa.

I'm waiting for the gift card, my dear."

Now, with the complete isolation of Gaza by the occupation, through cutting off the internet, electricity, and communication networks, he won't even be able to communicate with his daughter...

His heart will continue to burn with fear as the rockets relentlessly strike Gaza without mercy.

In this image, there's Samar's father, Mahmoud, and her mother, Nour.

In this image, Mahmoud kisses his mother's head (Samar's grandmother, who she was in her lap during the call, and she was comforting her, saying, "We are under God's protection.") on his graduation day from medical school.

this image features Samar's grandparent, as mentioned in the call, who was playing with her.

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[endlich-allein]

Till Lindemann from "Rammstein" turns 60

Good man

Von Flake Lorenz

3. Januar 2023

Till Lindemann, "Rammstein" singer and lyricist, turns 60. Congratulations from his longtime friend and keyboardist.

Actually, one would not have to wait for a milestone birthday to honor this wonderful person. You could just pause and pay homage to the force of nature on any other evening. It may also be that Till Lindemann's birthday this Wednesday is not true. Even when Bravo reported about Rammstein for the first time in the early 1990s, our dates of birth were completely out of thin air. We were way too old for the Bravo target group back then, so the editors simply made us a few years younger. That wasn't a problem because the internet was still empty.

We soon realized that it doesn't matter how old you really are. Much later, when Rammstein became successful, being old was even better. You can deal more calmly with all that nonsense and enjoy your happiness in peace. Also, a person's age is just in the eye of the beholder, at least I don't know anyone who would call themselves old. On the other hand, I can still remember how, as a young musician, I couldn't calm down when I found out that the guitarist in a band I was friends with was over 30 years old. "He can still make music?" I asked. Men over 50 were half-dead, bleating grandpas in ugly brown clothes, they were every teenager's natural enemy.

It's 1986. Till turns up the system. I'm worried: What will the neighbors think?

Till seemed old to me when I met him. That was in the mid-1980s in East Germany. Till was not only older than me, in contrast to me he was already really grown up. He lived in his own house while I was still in my parents' room and didn't even have a girlfriend. I saw Till for the first time in 1986 in a Schwerin club after a Feeling B concert. I immediately noticed him: Till was a tall, strong man who on the one hand exuded natural authority, but at the same time seemed very shy. We didn't hesitate when he offered to take us home with him. His house in the country near Schwerin seemed like paradise to me, it was incredibly comfortable, probably because he had set it up that way himself; he had knocked out the walls between the rooms and left only the half-timbering. The volume on his system was turned up to the limit, the Sisters Of Mercy screamed from the cheap speakers.

I had never dared to do anything like this in my life. What would the neighbors think? When I wanted to play a song on the piano in between, Till simply carried it for me to another room where it wasn't so loud. At some point we all fell asleep where we sat and stood, like in Sleeping Beauty, and when I woke up the next morning, I imagined what it would be like if you always lived like Till. I really liked this idea.

Of course, his life wasn't a one-stop party. He also lived in the house because the argument with his father, who was not exactly frail, had escalated beforehand. Till had hit his father, the children's book author Werner Lindemann, with such a punch that he flew into the strawberry bed. Then Werner Lindemann threw Till's things out of the skylight. Life in a sports boarding school and training as a carpenter in Rostock were no fun either. Later, as a single father, Till lived with his daughter Nele in his nest, which in turn probably saved him from being drafted into the army. Till always seemed and always seems in a good mood to me – a bit like Obelix, of course not in terms of stature, for God's sake, he looks more like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but in terms of personality he's more like Obelix. Always according to the motto: "Friends, I have a plan, let's go here and there and break everything to pieces!"

Practical: He could change a wheel on the Trabi without using the jack

When the wall was suddenly open, Till drove to Lübeck with a couple of friends and spent all the West money he had saved and exchanged on gummy bears. He sat in a doorway and ate them all. Of course, he also manages a wild boar – it was an advantage back then that he lived so close to the railway embankment. When a waiter asks Till if he liked his food, he usually replies: "Yes, thank you, it was plenty." Incidentally, he also shares Obelix's great love of small dogs. Since Till is with (allegedly) Francis of Assisi, who wrote: "The dog remains loyal to me in the storm, man not even in the wind."

And like Obelix, Till seems to have fallen into a magic potion, because he really has tremendous powers.

At that time he could change a wheel on the Trabi without using the jack. In the old days, when we had to work as stewards at an open-air festival, Till just banged his fist through a car window to hold the driver down.

If Till sees any body of water, he immediately plunges into it and plows through it like a motorboat. He tucks the boxes that we carry in the studio or in the rehearsal room under his arm alone.

If a door is locked somewhere, he just sticks me through a second-story window so I can open it all from the inside.

I've never met anyone who is so pragmatic about music and lyrics. Till would never have originally thought of becoming a singer. Although he observed that musicians in Schwerin had a hit with women and then played drums in a punk band - but in all those years I really never had the feeling that punk music particularly interested him. An effective and well thought-out stage show was always more important to him. For example, Till once put chickens in the bass drum and only pulled the cloth away after the first song, causing the animals to tumble across the stage.

Cheering crowds, prizes and honours: All of this actually leaves him completely cold

When Till was supposed to sing with us, it was very difficult for him at first, because as a singer you can't hide behind an instrument or another musician. Then he put on welding goggles so that he looked like a friendly insect. Till sang beautifully, deeply and soothingly. We stopped worrying immediately. Everything would be fine. We just needed good lyrics. So Till sat down to write them. He never pretends to be a great artist who needs to express his deep feelings. He prefers to think about what else can be lit on stage (like me). The concerts used to be a lot of fun. At that time we always looked for an attractive village inn first, in order to eat as much as possible. Only then did we set up our stuff and play.

Till loves women - and women love him. But how he manages to go through his life completely free of any affectation, even after 37 years, still arouses deep admiration from me. Cheering crowds of spectators, prizes and honors actually leave him completely cold. Organizing a party for our entire crew seems to be more important to him than any concert. Incidentally, he has renounced his rights as a lyricist for decades, so that all six of us at Rammstein earn exactly the same. In any case, Till has extended the life of the band, because money is usually the trigger for a breakup. He, on the other hand, has a very decisive influence on our band with his lyrics and his voice.

So we can still successfully defend our small East German village. By Teutates! May the sky never fall on Till's head!

(I'm not sure of this whole translation so feel free to correct me)

[4ndj4]

What if the Dogs used the internet?

(headcanons)

Mr. White

Facebook grandpa

That's it, just Facebook

Misspelled his name while making and account and doesn't know how to fix it

Probably plays games there too, like Candy crush or those stupid farm games I hate with passion

Immediately unfriends someone after an argument

Doesn't know how the block button works so just blocks everyone he doesn't know

Comments "👍" on every other post

Posts those "old man" selfies

Has a bunch of things on the Facebook Marketplace

(grandpacore)

Mr. Orange

You can't say he doesn't use Ao3 and Tumblr

Doesn't post his own content just reblogs

Has all three boop badges

Unlocked likes and follows so you can stalk him

Probably hates TikTok

Ridiculously friendly in comments or DM's but it takes him hours to reply

Reads only "x reader" or "x OC" fics

Who knows maybe he has his own OC's but doesn't know how to write or draw so he just doesn't talk about them (so me)

Probably has Facebook but only uses it to stalk people (including White ofc ofc)

Has Instagram but doesn't use it

Mr. Pink

Twitter.

Attacks everyone

Literally no personal info in his bio or posts so our boy's safe

Also no profile picture

Retweets to every single Elon Musk's tweet just to insult him

Writes ten slurs daily

Got banned like thirteen times but who cares new accounts just keep popping up

When he's not talking shit he's probably just whining about something

May or may not have posted gossip about the other Dogs on there

Plays sudoku or something when bored

Leaked one kid's adress because they called him a "Skibidi negative rizz"

Ignores every single DM

Mr. Blonde

4 chan

Watches those serial killer documentaries on Netflix

Sometimes even visits the Dark/Deep web for knives/guns

Waits for someone to leak/dox some bullshit so he can send it to the person just to creep them out

Uses Viber instead of WhatsApp because psychopath (at least for Americans)

(Vincent posted this btw)

Mr. Brown

Reddit of course maybe even Twitch

Farms karma

Bunch and bunch of theories

Doesn't get off his phone

Has probably got like 2k medals (rich)

Nobody takes him seriously

Probably appeared on those youtube reddit channels

Had TikTok but only during the og times ("Hit or miss' and "No mercy" trends)

Why do I have a feeling that he watched amv's or even better gacha amv's

Uses those pirate movie apps like Kodi or Stremio

Has a cracked version of Spotify

Mr. Blue

Uses a Nokia 3310

[nfumbewalk]

Ashes to Ashes...

One water, one light. Catholic Bible. Rodolfo's Way.

It's all coming down to a point. I've figured out if I want to worship at all or not. And the answer is nada. No, I don't want to worship at all. I'm one of those people who wants to 'work with.' Never thought that would be me saying that. I was always a stalwart worshipper of something. I just cannot be. Not anymore. I venerate muertos. I love Mpungo and Orishas. I sort of like Demons. That's it. My old self is in ashes. I will arise from them with Muerteria.

Muerteria is developing every day. Its growing, changing, and getting deeper as I go. Today I've been writing about HTDE, or Highly Transmutable Death Energy. I'm getting more inspired by my dad and my grandpa Ben. Both of them the most intuitive men I have ever seen in my life. Well, I didn't see my grandpa, as he was dead before I was born, but I have talked to him. He's willing to chat all the time now. It's funny that my dad's voice doesn't sound weird, a little sped up but not tinny or whiny.

Anyway, HTDE has kind of taken over my thoughts this morning. Jamming to The Stones helps me write too. LOL. I love the Some Girls album; except the country song they tried to do. Terrible! That must have been a fad in 1978 or thereabouts. Think I'd be listening to dark stuff? Sure. Sisters of Mercy are my go-to.

HTDE, or The Death Spiral

To explain HTDE, I have to go and explain my theory. Death Energy comes into the body on the receptive side, or the left side, i.e. Yin. It cycles through the body, creating a spiral that grows in intensity - harmonizing with the muerto in which you are working with. Once united with the muerto, Death Energy becomes HTDE. The spiral of HTDE is the spiral of deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) in which is inside of all of us and is shared between you and the muerto. On this level, you are equal. The HTDE leaves the body on the active side of the body, or the right side, i.e. the Yang. What is done with the HTDE is up to the practitioner. It can be used for personal power, magic, healing - just about anything.

In order to get HTDE, you need to have cremains (ashes) of a muerto or real bones - not bought unknown bones on the internet. Or dirt from a very fresh grave. There is no grave robbing here. But these are the only two ways. Meditating on HTDE gets you nada, nothing. Cultivating HTDE is work. It is not the easiest process, but it is rewarding. I will explain how to do it in my book fully.

You don't need HTDE for Muerteria work. This is just an extra theory that is interesting and happens to be effective. I'm presenting it here and in my book as my true hypothesis.

I did do a little reading last night and my cards said I am probably going to have to self-publish my book, which I'm not happy about. Damn, I don't want to go through that crap. I know my shit is good, but publishers are picky about topics and "what is allowed" and what is not.

Maybe I'll get lucky?

M.M. <heart skull heart>

[castielsprostate]

tell me more about this Ghost That Lives In Your House™️

okay so. all my life, and dont call me crazy for this when there's the rest to call me crazy for, but all my life i have been surrounded by the super natural. like, i remember being a wee little lad, doing wee little lad things and boom there's just a random see through man next to me. or the time when i was 12 and i woke up to my grandpa standing over me and telling me it's going to be okay ✨he died 13 years before my birth✨. or the time when NO ONE was home except me and im in the supply closet and I suddenly hear footsteps INSIDE THE HOUSE. not upstairs or in the halls BUT INSIDE THE HOUSE ON TILED FLOORS. it then started to move the dishes around?!?!????? also the time i was in my room at like, 15 or so, watching porn, and my curtains FLY off the fucking wall😭😭😭 the didn't just drop. THEY FUCKING RIPPED OFF THE WALLS. uhm what else well when i moved out 2ish years ago, into an apartment, there were wet puddles <3 middle of the apartment, not near any sort of plumbing <3 they still appear sometimes by the way. also the time the washing machine got turned on by itself???????? my boyfriend doesn't do laundry, i didn't do laundry.... the ghost did do the laundry. ALSO after my GMiL died, all lamps went haywire in our apartment. they turned on off on off, wouldn't turn on and wouldn't turn off or would immediately turn on again when turned off or immediately turned off again when turned on. im 100% convinced she's in our apartment. but then again i do hoard.. urns with ashes 😭 so maybe it's that. the ghost im talking about tho, she's in the mirrors. she mirror hops. she gives off an AWFUL vibe. a mean vibe. i dont know what it is, it's not a dangerous vibe per se but she seems mad at something. she also keeps ripping things off the walls and opens windows??????? weird.

also i think i accidentally cursed myself in 2014-ish when i was really into wiccan things and decided to do this random spell on the internet and ever since then bad things kept happening to me until i did a cleansing . so. i did one of those online 'am i cursed' quizzes and i scored like an 98/100 and i think the result said something like may god have mercy on you :3

OH ALSO there was this one time i went to visit my grandpa's grave because i was feeling incredibly sad. this was just after my best friend (and only friend) had stabbed me in the back and i went there and i was being Dramatic™ and i swear to fucking god, i would swear under oath, time stopped. i swear time fucking stopped and mist filled the graveyard and i saw my grandpa look at me with sad eyes and lay a hand on my shoulder I SWEAR THIS HAPPENED. and there!!!!! were other ghosts there and they were just, floating around like ghosts. it's so weird. it started raining and the entire image slowly went away and i went home feeling quite happy <3

[xx-emowarz-xx]

You know what. Let's make an attempt to define Emo. I think that maybe we should try to do that on this blog. TO THE DICTIONARY!

From Oxford: Noun: a style of rock music resembling punk but having more complex arrangements and lyrics that deal with more emotional subjects./Adj: denoting or relating to emo and its associated subculture.

I disagree with this definition in multiple ways but I agree with it in others personally. My own personal definition of Emo is:

The post punk subculture that defined the post punk movement in the early 2000s, heavily associated with pop punk, screamo, Crunkcore, hard rock, and nu metal music genres. (I could get more in depth but we're keeping it short and sweet)

I'm not even gonna deign to deal with the "more complex than punk" assertion from the dictionary, that's stupid, but the other way I disagree with the dictionary is that Emo as a music genre is not helpful because that's everything from Deathcab For Cutie to 3oh!3 to My Chem to Papa Roach to Pierce the Veil. Those 5 bands have genre overlap but they're not the same genre by any stretch. The adjective defining it as a post punk subculture however, we start to get somewhere.

Because history lesson, Punk arose in the 70s with bands like the Ramones, Blondie, The Sex Pistols, ect. This is when people started dying their hair black or unnatural colors, wearing safety pins as accessories rather than out of necessity, having lots of piercings and tattoos, (for better or for worse (for worse mostly)) seeing things like self harm and sticking yourself with a safety pin or whatever as hard core and cool, wearing a lot of black especially leather, putting studs and spikes on their clothing, screaming in their music, shredding on their guitars in a way we associate with punk and metal and hard rock genres, using makeup to look more unnerving rather than more conventionally attractive ect.

Then in the 80s the goth scene arose, and it had a lot of overlap with the punk scene but it had some different fashion choices and some different music. Then in the 90s the grunge scene arose and it had a lot of overlap with the previous two scenes but it had some different fashion choices (or lack there of shout out to grunge) and some different music. Then in the 2000s the Emo scene arose, and it had a lot of overlap with the previous two scenes but it had some different fashion choices and some different music. And I'm repeating myself.

I'm not proposing that it's all secretly the punk scene from the 70s, but I kind of am. Obviously they're different. The world changed so the subcultures changed too. Example, part of the reason that Emo is seen as more cringe than those previous three scenes I just listed is because Emo came up in the era of early internet cringe posting. Part of the reason that Emo is kinda defanged from punk is because radical movements have a lot of pressure on them to assimilate or die off. The reason that Emo is associated with self destruction where as punk is associated with outward destruction is because political radicalism sort of got taken off the table in some ways in the early 2000s. MCR started as a response to 9/11, for example. Punk is our fuckin grandpa, and goth is our mom, and grunge is our lay about older sibling.

And that's not to say that punk or goth or grunge is dead or even dying, I'm not saying that at all (although we're going through kind of a rough moment right now). There are Punks who do not consider themselves and who I would not consider part of any of the other subcultures mentioned, so too with goths and emos. They're different but they're connected. Your humble mod is emo by default because I was born in 2001 and therefore the emo genre is what was most relevant when I was discovering my music taste, but I consider myself something of a nondenominational goth. I'm not really into grunge, but I listen to old school punk like the misfits and the dead kennedys, and goth rock like sisters of mercy and siouxsie and the banshees. I lean more scene queen in my hairstyles and more punk in my jacket choices and goth when I'm doing my eyeliner but those aren't hard and fast rules for me.

All of these are primarily musical subcultures, but I think they're subcultures first, which means that what is or isn't an emo anthem is whatever the emo and scene kids liked, and brother you are the emo and scene kids now and that is why you are voting in my polls to decide what the best emo anthem is.

[bugmin]

finally unpacking my room some more and not to sound dramatic but i think my inner child is in here with me . i got extremely sidetracked when i found my doll from when i was 9 and spent an hour brushing her hair out and braiding it . oh and i absolutely wept after rereading ferdinand like oh my gawd. he just wants to sit and smell the flowers. i understand him. i am ferdninand. also and i found my old teddy bear my (rat bastard) grandpa gave me when i was like 5/6 and it reminded me of when i had that nightmare where it tried to strangle me and the dream shook me so deeply i vividly remember it nearly 15 years later and now im kinda thinking like. oh. yeah. obviously it wasnt possessed by some demon i had to earn the mercy of i was just afraid of my home life and my tiny little pea brain didnt know how to process that fear . i tried every spell on the internet i could find to become a mermaid so i could swim away into the depths and be left alone. it was my biggest wish. give me fins and gills and let me be. now im going thru some more of my childhood books and i think i actually got my wish in a way like i was gifted an imagination so intense and alive that i could run away into these books in a way i would accidentally mistake scenes for real memories like my family wld joke abt how i was never really there , i was lost in my room, i was always halfway gone and i laugh coz its true but i also feel for the little girl who was so afraid of her life she was always looking for a new one to live and where better to look than inside of a book. i still have every single one of my library cards. my signature is different every time. sometimes i dot the i with a star or a heart. sometimes i scribble it real fast so i look mature. i just wanted to be a mermaid. i wanted to be one of the boxcar children. i wanted a magic tree house. i wanted to be a medicine cat for my clan. i did spells so i could swim away into the depths with my fin and my gills . lord i am having some moments unpacking my shit. im gonna give a bunch of plushies to my neighbor who has a little girl. i dont think ill ever forget abt my neighbor holding her in her arms so she can watch the fireworks

[thenightlymirror]

So, even if I watch something normal, I latch on to things in it that are marginal. This is just a fun thing to do. Obviously, on this blog—which is to say—in my head, that’s the entire justification.

There is no sincere fantasy of connecting to more people through watching what they watch and connecting to it (for me). I just don’t want what they want, and I don’t want to want what they want.

I always remember this moment with my brother’s wife. We were canoeing with a bunch of people, and I just felt alienated, as always. I mean, surely you reading this understand. But for my brother’s wife, she was like, “Why?” Now, for her, she imagined that I felt like I wasn’t good enough to be among these other people because I was fat. Which… hahaha if I had a fucking flame thrower in that moment. No. That’s not it. But thanks for sharing your opinion so freely. Haha

I think for me, just immanently, around a lot of people, I just don’t hear a single thing that sounds interesting to me. I just can’t relate. Sports, TV, what they make fun of. They just always say the same things, and anything I think is weird and not worth considering. It’s not just intelligence. It’s like I operate on an algorithm where I am looking for things that don’t bore me to death, and it makes me an alien. I realize this comes from being over-sensitive and having a few unrelatable experiences as a kid, and to justify my own existence to myself, I just developed this way.

I feel like, decades ago, it was just kind of accepted that either you were mainstream or you were counter-culture. But I think psychologizing everything has gotten down to: that doesn’t explain to me why you’re still a miserable asshole. Fair. Ok. Fine. Haha I know. But it does. I fucking hate the way the world is. That makes me miserable. Stop doing that to me. I’ll try to be less miserable about the things I can control.

I assume what’s going on is that I get too attached to nuances that are really just veiled feelings of alienation in other unrecognizable forms. So, I’m like, Hey Buddy, have you considered this topic of conversation!??? And it’s like, No, because that’s just another form of misery and loneliness, and this is a party, and I’m not just trying to hide in the kitchen and pet the dog until he finds someone cooler to hang out with. And some people are. Some people really just want to find you, and talk to you, and say, did you see this thing I saw? That foretold the dying of the whole world? Wasn’t it something? Did you feel it too?

I did. It’s all I can think about.

But there’s quite a lot of people who just haven’t experienced depression. Grandpa died once. They got over it. They thought about war once. They got over it. Sometimes they like looking at pictures of car accidents on the internet. But they’re not really that tough. They were just testing their boundaries at a time in their life when things were pretty bad. They’re better now.

And that’s the fate, merciful fate, of most regular people. They don’t live in the crisis of the world. They don’t experience it personally, because really, you were someone who was once in a personal crisis, and the very real crisis of world-wide nuclear war was just a metaphor for you. And it stuck. Now that personal crisis is the real world, and you’re gonna need politics to de-couple it. Oops. You idiot. Too real. You fucked yourself. Good luck changing the world.

Anyways. I can be awkward on camping trips. And anywhere else. I’m not quite so bad as I was, and I’m a pretty funny guy who can survive most things gracefully. But my resting-ok is very different from most people’s. I still know global warming is happening when I’m in love. It just doesn’t bother me personally. It bothers me mostly when I realize some idiot has just never taken a moment to really consider it and have a bad few years about it. What the hell is wrong with that guy? What the fuck. It hasn’t seasoned your humor, your joy. It makes you disgustingly boring to me. I don’t feel like it’s my fault. Its definitely yours. I just want to be anywhere else.

[eclipsecrowned]

anyway since i'm going out of my head: muses that would have tiktok presence, and how. any muses listed that are deceased as of canon have a survival au where they are still fucking around into the modern era.

bruce: tiktok's beloved uncle. everyone loves his official account, and the crossovers he does on his kids channels. likes to flex and show off his awesome aging playboy style. sometimes does challenges. stop tagging him in batman videos-- bonus! cryptid footage of the bat around gotham that is shot like a found footage horror film.

jonathan: is not on tiktok, but has seen the horrors due to his fellow rogues finding it hysterical to torment him with the fact he's an internet sexyman. there are fancam edits of him. there are thirst edits. this fucks him up severely because good lord, he is meant to embody fear itself, why are these fools not quivering in fear? he hates everything about this.

kayden: just speedpaints of her commissions or little grwm content. she's not super attached to the platform but it is a good way to get her name out there as an artist that takes commissions. the bonus anonymity of her account in particular means its a safe place to socialize without people connecting her to her father's criminal activities.

jeannie: prolific background event in her teenagers videos. a polite mom who knocks if the door is closed, but if they're shooting in the yard or a communal living space, she will stumble through with impunity. there's an outtake compilation that is nothing but jeannie stepping into the room going 'hiiii <3' at her only child.

mercy: likes to show off her design space or projects or footage of her work on runways on her account. is regarded as a sweet goth mom. sometimes goes live in the dead of night and reveals little facets of her life, like still being friends with the man she thought she would marry after he left her for another man. brewing conspiracy that she looks a lot like a 19th century socialite, as well as a mid-century designer lost in the blitz, so basically Mercy Immortal.

zoltan: sweet old tiktok grandpa despite looking to be in his thirties. records pretty things he sees on his nightly walks -- nice dogs, moths around a streetlight, how the moon reflects on the water, all while he gently waxes poetic or in awe of what he is seeing in his thick accent. his content is so sincere if not as polished as much of the content on the app. his countrymen tend to enjoy his content more than the average user, which is fine by him, he's not exactly doing it for views.

uma: revolutionary content that the powers that be tend to try and block or shadowban. the fools. she has 70 alternative accounts. one of them that doesn't keep getting shadowbanned is just her recording what her lads do on an average day: be pretty and stupid.

mo: revolutionary content that the powers that be tend to try and block or shadowban. the fools. her bestie has made her 70 alternative accounts. like uma, she has one account that doesn't attract attention that is largely about pigeons and architecture facts about places she finds them on campus or at home.

sarah: occasionally takes to tiktok to update younger fans about her work, and has been known to react to fan tiktoks when streaming on other platforms. she's an established and published name, however, so tiktok is just another tool to her rather than her entire fandom or where she began.

daniel: what was supposed to be a business account instead turned into Mr. Molloy Is Arguing With Strangers on the Internet And He's Winning. Largely social justice arguments and censorship debates. He somehow comes across as totally cool while also relatable when arguing with others. Sometimes his husband is heard in the background recommending cannibalism instead of debate.

karin: just scrolls the app for micro-breaks whenever she doesn't have anything to do, and also to like and endorse all of kris' content like a good big sister <3 has had to explain to her boss what a troll is and that no mr. molloy they are not serious.

kris: almost exclusively makes tiktoks about lestat, her favorite celebrity and in a single verse the guy her favorite sister is dating. she is the go-to for content about him on the app. other content includes her and her bestie mahmoud getting into shenanigans around miami.

ariadne: in the modern era, she's known to post dance, party, and taste test content. out here living her best life relatively anonymously and sharing it with the internet.

melinoe: posts uncanny valley footage of her nightly outings that is taken for either very good practical effects or cg horror shorts. sometimes randomly posts a goth boy with the most beautiful voice singing and playing a very small harp by candlelight.

orpheus: is the goth boy that doesn't know he's been recorded.

danae: more likely to appear in ads on the app about her business, but also makes token appearances in her daughters videos. bridget is very passionate about ethics and pharmacology and makes some really impassioned videos or stitches on either subject, and mama will sometimes come in to support her points. more hilariously, sometimes bridget will start recording a video and danae's startled expression proves bridget just goes off when she wants to without warning.

ada: scrolls when she has downtime, makes a new account just about every week.

sheva: runs an account for her chickens :) has made the front page a few times. people just love those fluffy chickens and their mom's great voice.

crowe: glaive shenanigans. fails of the week therein. going to town on lucians that want to clown on her galahdian friends in the comments. best known for her bike videos where she works on her 'babies'

drautos: does not consent to be in his glaives videos. is in his glaives videos anyway.

stray: strictly a professional/lifestyle social media presence. has to rep the royal family in a good light, after all. tends to record messages for her audience on holidays or days of remembrance. deep down in her heart she wants to report her brother and his friends being creatures as men of their age are want to do and make videos about the galahdian plight, but unfortunately, that doesn't fit The Vision the citadel is putting out.

roxas: sick skating tricks with a side of urbex. he's having a good time now that the worst is, for now, over, and likes not just making memories of his own, but recording them for posterity. his friends are regular features.

soap: shenanigans with his peers as well as storytimes. it will become apparent in his content that gaz holds the braincell while soap and roach are just out here living their best lives without brains, shame, or common sense. weirdly knowledgeable about how those intense cleaning videos will make a number of toxic gases.

julia: anonymously posts urbex videos in full gear, and from angles that imply either drone usage or being really good at getting into high, tight corners. has made a small devoted audience to herself. her and pupper's ghost follow one another exclusively for quite a long time.

nikolai: thirst traps or gun content. no middle ground. no clear reason for any of it. man is just out here confusing everyone on the platform.

hana: i chose to believe in the modern era she is either running a momtok account about her mini me and the misadventures that shun's daughter can get into, or she runs a really helpful self-defense channel for those who, like her, are stuck in the hellhole known as k*murocho. has surprisingly great advice and move by move breakdowns if the latter.

homare: repeatedly banned for depicting illegal activities on the platform. still keeps trying. very popular with young men trying to get into the honorable lifestyle.

shizuka: nice defense attorney 'lady' who gives free advice for what people can do at every step of being challenged by the justice system. sometimes does grwm just bc they are so stylish and people keep asking about the routine. like most parent muses on this list, is sometimes a hostage of their daughter hisano's antics. got her back once by stitching into one of hisano's haul videos with the actual receipt of how much said kid spent ON A SINGLE SWEET LOLITA OUTFIT--

yuko: follows her only child in secret. has an uncanny ability to crash his streams or videos by being a sickly sweet and affectionate mom to aki-chan!!! other than her reign of terror over her son, she uses the app to find new recipes and any tips related to her hobbies.

[jvngkook97]

Love at First Site

pairing; game dev!taehyung x gamer!reader ft. jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, humor, f2l, gamer au, online relationship/friendship au turned IRL

warnings; major flirting, slight angst, some jealousy on both ends cause they’re both shy and don’t like confrontation, but mainly humor and fluff, I know nothing about being a game dev so don’t come for me pls and ty, this is littered with quotes from a certain tv show and if you’re able to figure out what it is then bless your soul cause it’s been a hell of a ride and iykyk

rating; 18+

w/c; 17,288 lord have mercy on your soul

a/n; hitting a minor writer’s block with some requests and original content on top of being sick, but this idea came to me and it made me gain back some confidence that I’ve lost. IM SO SORRY FOR THE LENGTH, but I realized too late that I should’ve split it into two parts. if it’s truly too much, let me know, and I will. and just fyi this was not proofread so I’m sorry for any errors. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated. ty for all the love and support <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Aggressively button smashing your game controller, you finally defeated the mini boss to continue on in your game after many hours of your own blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t until you were able to save all the glorious progress you made, were you allowed a slight breath of relief. Your adrenaline was still on a high, but your body sagged in exhaustion. Senses still alert, your ears perked up at the tall tale sign of your computer pinging at you a clip of your favorite song off one of your go to game soundtracks that reminded you of the specific person you set it for, ‘Fedoratheexplora’, aka, Kim Taehyung.

Grinning to yourself, you slid in the wheelie chair you were currently sat in in front of your tv, and glided smoothly in front of your computer desk. One hand landing on the mouse, and the other finding purpose with typing your password that unlocked the internet and allowed you access to the gamer dating site you met Taehyung on, ‘Seoul Geek’.

You two weren’t dating, but you talked everyday and there was heavy flirting on both ends. And dare you say, there was even usage of some quite suggestive emoji’s. Being extremely shy, you’ve never met the guy irl yet. Within his profile you learned that he lived less than an hour away from you and you still opted to go on ‘virtual dates’ through video calls on your desktop, laptop, or cell phones. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, and thought it was cute that you could be more shy than he was which is a feat in itself, considering he was the one to bring up meeting in the first place. Something he never failed to initiate at least once a day, hoping beyond all hope, that you’ll say yes.

You two bonded over a mutual love of all things games. The main one being one he actually developed and made himself. It was a heartfelt, mysterious, slight horror, story driven, visual novel type game with butterfly effect choices littered throughout. It was everything your little gamer heart could’ve asked for and more, so imagine to your surprise, when you found the game dev who brilliantly brought it to life on the gamer dating site. And he was single. From his username, to his fluffy hair, to his big, round rimmed glasses, his cheesy smile, his grandpa chic style in clothes….you were effectively hooked, and he unknowingly had your last life in his large, slender fingered, slightly arousing hands that he liked to hide in the sleeves of his cardigans. A quirk you found yourself inwardly cooing at every time he did it.

Fedoratheexplora is online

Fedoratheexplora is typing…

Your hands fidgeted nervously on top of your lap as you waited with bated breath for his response to a question you asked him earlier while he was still offline. In the end, he decided to ixnay the reply altogether and send you an invite for a video call. Combing your fingers through your hair frantically, you smoothed out the sleeves of your sweater and just as it hit its fourth ring, you clicked the ‘answer’ button.

His handsome face popped up on your desktop screen in high res, high def, 1080fps, beautiful Retina display. Cheesy smile already in place, he waved enthusiastically at you through the screen with one hand, as the other held a beer bottle. You can see where he’s been nervously toying with the label on the bottle before calling you. Looks like he did read your suggestion earlier of a impromptu celebratory video call date after all.

“Hi, Y/N! Shall we cheers?” He asked, eyeing your hands that were obviously unoccupied.

“Oh, shit! Yes! Hold on!” You could hear his deep chuckle as you fumbled for a minute off camera, reaching over to the side table next to you that carried your beverage of choice for the night. It was a mixed cocktail of your favorite green drink, a Midori Sour. Lifting your glass up for him to see, he gave you a thumbs up in reply.

Taehyung then holds his drink up to the screen as you copy him with yours. You both gently tap the camera of the devices you’re using with your glass and take a small gulp of your drink. After your first sip you both spend a moment silently watching each other. You map Taehyung’s beautiful face; his sparkling eyes, his cute nose, and the faint smile on his lips. You feel content just to look at him right in his stunning eyes. It was so easy to get lost. And you had no intentions of wanting to be found. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t creepy, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was intimate and it was perfect for you two.

“So–,” he dragged the ‘o’ out in a playful manner, breaking the silence.

Your face flushed a deep crimson, but you hope the dim lighting in your room makes it hard for him to notice. Or the fact that you were openly drooling over the man, having to not so subtly wipe the corner of your mouth with your sleeve cause seriously, how is he still single?!

“–what drink have you got? I’m curious.” He continued with his previous train of thought, taking pity on your poor soul to give you an out that you graciously took.

“A mixed drink. I just made myself a nice little cocktail, nothing too strong.”

“I like the color.” He gestured at your drink through the screen before tugging on the sleeve of his cardigan that was ironically, the same exact color. “One day I’d like to try a mixed drink made by you! I bet it would be the most sweet, delicious drink ever!” He graciously threw compliments at your already beet red figure, making you shyly shrink into yourself in reflex. No matter how many times he complimented you on a daily basis, you never got used to it, believing what was between you two was strictly one sided on your part and not reciprocated in the slightest.

“Almost as sweet as you.” He cheekily added at the end, knowing it would get a reaction out of you. It didn’t fail. You slouched into your desk chair, grabbing the collar of your sweatshirt to raise up and cover your face. His laughter rang like bells in the background that you couldn’t see, but it made your heart swell with joy in the fact that you were causing it. You groaned in feigned annoyance, which made him hit the top of his desk with his hand while still laughing.

Resigning to your fate, you straightened yourself back up and blew a raspberry at Taehyung, flipping him off with your middle finger in mock anger. He eventually simmered down enough to choke out an ‘I’m sorry’ and a ‘you’re just too adorable’ with a wave of his hand.

“What about you? What are you drinking, good sir?”

“Oh, this?” He lifted his beer bottle up to the camera where you had to wait for the camera to focus on what lettering still remained on the half torn off label. You squinted your eyes as you leaned forward in your chair and still couldn’t make it out. It looked like one you hadn’t seen before though. “It’s a beer from a brewery near the game studio!”

“Oh, nice! Supporting local businesses, very loyal of you.” You gave him a small clap of appreciation for his choice.

“Yup!” He he popped the ‘p’ exaggeratedly. “I’ve met some of the people who work there too. They’re really nice and know what they’re talking about! Like this cashier who I met for the first time tonight, she actually recommended this specific beer to me. Even went so far as to grab it for me from the back freezer so it was super cold. Very cool of her, no?”

He chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke, not realizing that you weren’t necessarily laughing yourself, and continued with his story.

“We got to talking about what it is I do, and get this y/n, she also knows about my games! She’s played them like you! It’s a small world sometimes, I swear.” He shook his head in disbelief, a smile on his face. “We ended up exchanging numbers and I invited her to hear me talk at my high school. I figured the more the merrier, right?” He scanned your face waiting for your enthusiastic affirmation you always provided.

“Is that why you started drinking it? Because you knew people who worked there?”

His once large smile, went down in size and became more forced when he realized that you didn’t acknowledge his joke earlier or commend him for gaining the courage to actually invite someone in person, an action he’s rarely done in his lifetime so far. Clearing his throat, he answered your question.

“This beer specifically, yes, from the cashier I met tonight. But the brewery itself I found out about through work. Due to it being so close, sometimes the brewery would send over samples to our workplace for us to try. One of those samples, I happened to really enjoy which had me visiting them more often.” Resuming his previous act of nervously tearing at the label, he started doing it again with a new bottle he just opened. “It reminds me so much of my work and what I do for a living that I’m attached to it. It’s just me, games, and–,” he lifted his bottle up before taking a swig of it, “–this beer.”

“What about me?” You blurted it out so abruptly, you not only surprised Taehyung, but yourself as well. Your eyes instantly widened as you tried and failed to come up with an excuse to cover up what you just asked. Instead you used the facade of a pouty expression to make the question more playful and less serious like it initially came out.

Taehyung just leaned over on his elbows to give you a warm smile meant for you only. His eyes became soft with understanding. He may be a male, but he wasn’t completely oblivious to the opposite sex. He knew you were jealous. It was written all over your body movements and facial expressions.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You’re very important to me as well and I could never forget about you. That’s why I don’t cluster you within a group of temporary daily activities that could change within a moment’s notice. You’re in a whole league of your own, y/n. One that I don’t plan on ever growing out of, or getting sick of. To me, you’re everlasting.”

You wanted so badly in that moment to confirm your own feelings for him the way he just so plainly did with you, but it was like your brain wouldn’t compute with your heart. Instead, your flight or fight instincts kicked in and you chose to flee, in a sense, by completely ignoring what he said and changing the topic.

“Wait! Hold on!” You arms flailed around you wildly, making Taehyung give you an odd look with his head tilted to the side. But, like always, he patiently waited for you to resume your thoughts. He was taught that it’s rude to interrupt others, and was more than sure you were just prolonging your own confession. A thought of his own that had his heart racing erratically in his chest. Any moment now–

“You said the brewery would send samples to your studio?

You could see his body visibly deflate at your words, and it made you feel guilty, but you weren’t ready to lay your heart out on the line just yet, no matter how badly you really wanted too. Smiling weakly at you, he nodded his head before giving a reply.

“Yeah.” Short, curt, to the point. His deep, monotone, voice making your heart now drop into your stomach. You hoped you didn’t fuck things up between you two. Reaching for anything at this point, you just wanted to keep the conversation going as long as possible, knowing your time would be cut short soon.

“You’re allowed to drink at work? There’s no way that’s allowed!” You feigned mild amusement, hoping it would ease the tension that’s so thick you could feel it through the screen.

Choosing to revert back to his old self, he pushed the middle bridge of his glasses up with his finger to realign them properly on his nose. Taehyung then cracked a grin at your attempt to dissolve the situation and responded to your inquiry with more emotion than before. If he had to wait longer, he would, you were worth it.

“Actually, it is! But only after work at the end of the week. No one is getting wasted in the middle of the day, this isn’t college.” He shook his head chuckling to himself as he took another big swig of his beer.

“Don’t you sometimes work long hours though? Staying up past normal work hours?”

“Yeah, but no one likes to drink if they’re working really long hours. Too tired to do that.” He made an ‘x’ motion with his arms in the middle of his chest.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess that’s true.” You nodded at him, nibbling lightly at the tip of your finger before taking a large gulp of your own drink.

“Honestly? I have a lot of complaints about the studio. I’m just thankful that I don’t work there anymore.” He grimaced at his past self and how much they sacrificed in order to achieve his life long dream of being a successful game developer. Now it was on to bigger and better things. “But it’s because of the studio that I really developed my love of beer.”

“Beer is good!” You chimed in, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Do you like beer as well?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline as if he couldn’t believe you actually drank the beverage ever in your 25 years of life. It made you roll your eyes at him, a smile on your face.

“I do. Believe it or not. Though I don’t drink it as much as you may or may not think. I just drink it once in awhile, moreso on special occasions.”

“I drink it all the time, but I wouldn’t call myself a binge drinker. It’s more like–,” he looked up at his ceiling in thought, pondering over the number of beers he drank in a week with the subconscious use of his fingers as he counted inwardly. “Maybe one, two, or three at the most each weekend? To help me relax, you know?” He finished his statement looking back at you through his screen. His eyes lit up as he said his next words.

“And on top of that–,” he brought his pointer finger up straight and shook it in emphasis in front of the camera. “I also study beer too.”

You threw your head back into your chair as your entire body shook with laughter, cause of course he would study beer. How could you ever think otherwise?! Clutching your stomach with your arms, you were able to spit out a breathy and elongated reply.

“NEEEEEEERD!”

Looking back at the screen had you keening over your desk with even more laughter as you watched Taehyung feign offense at your reaction and dramatically act as if you had just insulted him and his entire family. He then attempted to speak over your still ongoing laughter in a terrible, fake, posh, British accent.

“You wound me, y/n!” He placed his hand over his heart to further play on the dramatics, pretending to faint into the back of his chair with his other hand over his eyes.

“Oh my good lord, that accent though!” Coming down from your fit of laughter that brought tears from your eyes, you wiped at them with the palm of your hands. Completely forgetting that you put on makeup for this video call, you effectively smeared your mascara across your face and now looked like a raccoon.

Taehyung bursts out laughing at your new look, both of you exchanging roles as you were the one now being made fun of. Not that you entirely cared, you just loved hearing his laugh.

“Okay, okay, okay!” You got up and out of view for a second to grab a makeup remover wipe from the bathroom. Upon making your way back, you sat down in your chair and came back into view. Taehyung was lounging lazily in his own chair when you gazed at him, his laughter long since gone due to it dying out gradually while you were away, much to his stomach’s relief, and yours.

All of your makeup was now off your face as you wisely chose to go for the ‘au natural’ look, one Taehyung didn’t fail to notice, and casually winked at you for.

“Why beer? Why study that of all things?” You inquired as you chugged the rest of your cocktail before setting it down off camera.

Gently swirling his beer bottle in his hand, he mimicked your actions and chugged the rest of his beverage, setting it off camera as well before answering you.

“Well, my dear y/n, each beer tastes different for a variety of reasons. Some beers are more hoppy than others, and some have a fruity taste to them–.”

You smiled as you leaned your head against the palm of your hand, listening intently to Taehyung as he explained his whole thing with beer. After getting the lowdown on basically each game mechanic that Taehyung designed, it’s nice to listen to him talk about things other than games or work. It’s like seeing a whole new side of him.

“–I have a whole ranking system. Each time I try out a new beer, I add it to the leaderboard. It’s ranked based on color, flavor, and whether or not I like it!”

“So there are some beers that you don’t like?”

“Yeah, I especially hate light beers that just taste bad.” His body cringed at the mere thought of the cursed ale. “It’s like watered down beer. Like, are you beer? Or are you water?” His eyes widened comically as he used his entire body to emphasize his statement. You grinned to yourself and inwardly swooned over his playful nature. Scrunching your nose in disgust you agreed with him wholeheartedly.

“Light beers are the worst! If I’m going to be given a light beer, you might as well just give me water at that point!”

Throwing his hands at you, he stood up dramatically and playfully yelled at the camera with a close up of his face, making his already wide eyes, even bigger.

“THANK YOU!” He then made a kissy face at the camera as he puckered his lips and accompanied it with kiss noises. You snorted in response and did a half mock bow towards the camera while you were still sitting in your chair.

Plopping himself back down into his chair, he scooted himself back to a normal distance in front of the camera and continued with his mini rant.

“Do you know how many people have tried to convince me that light beer is good?”

“How many?”

He lifted up one hand with his fingers splayed out evenly, and used his other hand to gesture at his fingers.

“Five, y/n. And that’s five too many if you ask me.”

With the liquor effectively taking over all your senses, you couldn’t help but stare at him adoringly. Your eyes basically turned into heart eyes if we’re being honest, but due to Taehyung’s own inebriated state, he was none the wiser.

“I like how passionate you get about everything. Honestly, I could listen to you talk about beer all day long.” You breathily sighed out, your body sagging lovingly as you just stared at him, openly.

You see Taehyung get all shy on camera, trying to shrink himself down and hide his blushing face while at the same time sporting a big grin.

“Really?”

Nodding your head enthusiastically you replied.

“Yeah! It sounds like you should be a beer connoisseur. Or a beer sommelier..? Is that a thing?” You questioned into the air with a look of confusion on your face before answering your own question with confidence. “I’m sure it’s a thing.”

“Maybe..?” He trailed off thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of one.”

You snapped your fingers at him as you got a brilliant idea, smiling widely before pointing your finger at him.

“You can be the first! I’ll even get you a fancy stein!” You try to picture him holding a comically oversized beer stein. You begin to giggle as you realize just how adorable he’d look while examining different glasses of beer with an all too serious look on his face.

“Are you imagining me deep in thought over a beer?”

“How did you know? Are you a mind reader?”

He could definitely tell you were starting to feel your own drink and decided to humor your conspiracy theory about him.

“I might be! You’ll never know.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin before dissolving your stein idea into nothing. “Have I told you I’m not a stein person?”

You gasped in shock, utterly disturbed at his self proclamation. “But how can you be a beer connoisseur without one!” The idea, to you, was blasphemy.

“I think I’m quite happy as a beer amateur.” He can barely say his sentence, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. “I want to keep this beer hobby thing totally casual!”

You pouted in mock disappointment.

“Fiiiiiiine.” You dragged out the ‘I’ in sadness.

“You know–,” he offered you casually, “if you’d like I could teach you more stuff about beer. There’s always plenty to learn!”

You raised your shoulders to your ears with a face of indifference.

“I don’t care. I’m happy with you. I’ll happily use any excuse to hang out with you.”

He smiled softly at you, wondering if you were aware just how vulnerable you were being right now in your drunken state. Not wanting to hear anything more unless you were sober and coherent, he decided it was time to end the virtual date.

“Is your drink all gone? Mine is.” He shook his empty beer for the camera to see. You glanced at your empty glass that sat next to you off camera and gave him a mutual nod. “Man, time flew by fast, didn’t it?” He blew a low whistle into the air that reverberated through your speakers.

“I had a lot of fun, thanks for agreeing to this Tae.” You smiled in content at him, eyes feeling droopy. You were more than ready to succumb to the warm confines of your bed.

“I had a blast, y/n. I’m gonna hang up now, but next time we can cheers in person, yeah? Maybe we can even meet up at my high school tomorrow for my speech? That way we can put our devices out of harms way for a change.” He cheekily added the last part for shits and giggles. It worked. You let out a small, tired, laugh that eventually turned into a big yawn.

“Send me the details tomorrow, okay Tae Tae?” You didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up at your suggestion and immediately he sputtered out a ‘yes, I’ll send them right now! see you tomorrow, ok bye!’ before you could even mutter out a goodbye of your own he hung up with an exaggerated wave. He didn’t want to risk you saying otherwise about showing up. It was smart. But you would deal with everything tomorrow. Right now, you wanted to lay on your bed, underneath your cozy blankets, and sleep.

So, you did.

*******

It was a very loud, very specific, ringtone that woke you up from your equally steamy and peaceful dream you had about Taehyung. Blinking sleep out of your eyes, you sat up and rummaged around the bundle of blankets around you to find your cell phone that wasn’t in plain view, but you could feel it was still somewhere on the bed.

It was a text from Taehyung.

Tae Bae: Good morning, gorgeous! You’re still down to come to my old high school with me, right? 😊

You completely forgot in your half sleep, half drunken state that you agreed to actually go to this thing. Not that you didn’t want to support him, you did, but you weren’t exactly mentally prepared to meet him in real life. This was going to be a huge step for you both, huge. But not one to be flakey, you took a deep breath before exhaling slowly out of your mouth. Fingers moving expertly, you typed out your reply.

Of course! I gotta support you while you give your talk!

Tae Bae: Thanks! ☺️

So, are you ready to give your talk to the high school kids?

Tae Bae: Yep! I finished my talk about how I got my start in the industry. I think the high school kids will find it interesting!

Awesome! 🤗

Tae Bae: I’m going to start heading over to the high school soon. I’ll see you there?

Yep! 👍🏻

Tae Bae: Oh. Also. I’m going to be dressing up a little.

OoOoOoO professional Taehyung??

Tae Bae: Lol. Just wanted to give you a heads up in case you wanted to dress up a little professional as well.

Cool! Thanks for the warning!

Tae Bae: See you soon, y/n. Can’t wait! 😘

Ripping your blankets off the bed as soon as you saw his last text, you fumbled out of your shackles of blankets that got stuck around your ankles and made your way to your closet. Sliding it open, you filtered through various types of clothes that hung up. He said he was dressing professionally, but exactly what is professional to him? You should’ve asked when you had the chance, but now you didn’t want to bother him in fear of being an inconvenience.

Getting an epiphany, you decided to text one of your good guy friends that you knew since childhood days. He was ever the expert in fashion and style. Not even a second later, you get a FaceTime call from him. You answered it right away.

“Please help me find something decent to wear, Jungkook. I’m freaking out here!” You angled the phone away from your face, to place it directly in front of the rows of clothes that were hanging up. You could hear him let out a string of ‘no, no, no’ before he finally yelled out a ‘stop!’.

Setting your phone on top of your desk that wasn’t too far away from your closet, you pulled out his outfit of choice and placed it in front of your body in the body length mirror that leaned haphazardly against your wall next to your closet.

Looking at Jungkook through the mirror to gage his reaction, he just gave you his bunny toothed smile and two thumbs up. Letting out a sigh of relief, you then began to undress before he let out a loud screech in the background behind you.

“JESUS CAN YOU HANG UP FIRST, WOMAN?!”

With your pajama pants already in a pool at your feet, your eyes widened in horror, your black, lacy, underwear on full display for him to see with his own eyes. But when you raced over to your phone to end the call, you already saw that he hung up before you could. Sighing in relief, and embarrassment, you sent him an apology text along with a thank you and promised him you guys would get together soon and you would treat him to endless ramyeon, his favorite. A simple ‘I’m going to hold you to that, idiot’ is all you got in return.

Rolling your eyes at his usual behavior, you threw your phone on the bed and finished getting dressed. Pulling on shoes that would compliment your outfit, you decided to go with a pair of flats, not wanting to kill your feet in heels you never wore. Eyes lingering on your body in the full length mirror you deemed it good and decided to move onto your hair. You opted to keep your hair down, but instead of it being it’s usual, flat, boring style, you used a technique on YouTube you once saw to create flawless, yet natural looking, waves. Next was makeup, which you knew from last night, he preferred you being more natural. So today, you were going with very minimal makeup and just used mascara and eyeliner to accentuate your eyes, your best feature if you do say so yourself.

Grabbing your cell phone, wallet, and keys, you made your way to the front door. It was now or never. Let’s do this.

*******

Taehyung is already at the school when you arrive. He greets you with a warm, firm hug, and quick kiss on the top of your head. Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly upon the first contact with him. Your cheeks gained a natural blush to them when you noticed his eyes lingered over your figure for a moment before addressing you by your name. He’s happy to see you, but you can tell he’s a little tense. Not one to beat around the bush, you directly asked him.

“How are you feeling, Tae?” Your concerned gaze made his heart melt inside of his chest, his lips quirked up in a small smile for you to see only. Comfort instincts kicking in, your hand automatically went to stroke his back lightly while you waited for his answer, hoping it would be enough to calm him down a little before you meet up with the high school students. Thankfully, it seems to be working. You can feel his body begin to loosen up underneath your ministrations on his back.

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m glad you’re here now. I’m extremely happy that I asked you to come, cause I know I would be worse if you weren’t.” He looked at you in such a way that you knew he was being honest. It made you feel pride in being able to be here to support him and help him in his time of need. And that he asked for you to be here, personally.

“Taehyung, is that…you?” A voice hesitantly asked from somewhere behind you. It was a feminine voice, one you could see physically effected the male in front of you, his face morphing into one of confusion and then awe. You forgot, as well as he did, it seems, that you were not in fact the only one he invited to come today. And now? You felt less special.

Turning to the voice, you pivoted in your flats and created a distance between you and Taehyung, eliminating any physical contact you once had with him a second ago. Your actions made Taehyung frown at you with a different kind of confusion on his face, but you chose to ignore it and instead acknowledged the female whose name you’ve yet to find out in front of you. She was beautiful, of course. Dressed to the nines in an elegant, yet casual dress that she wore with heels. So now she towered over your average, flat wearing figure to join Taehyung comfortably at his height in a tight hug that he returned.

“You made it! Thank you so much for coming, Grace!” He greeted her warmly with genuine gratitude at her appearance. The little green guy inside of you was growing bigger by the second the longer you had to stay in their presence. Your flight response wanted to kick in, but you willed it down. It’s not like you two were dating, so why should you be upset? If he liked her, great, they looked disgustingly good together, so you wouldn’t blame him. Though it was not on your agenda today to be a third wheel.

As if she chose to ignore your figure completely until it was convenient for her, she finally let go of Taehyung to keep her hand in the crook of his elbow securely as she turned her body to face you with a pearly white smile on her face. Her voice was so cheery, it made the tight smile on your face twitch subtly.

“Hi! I’m Grace, you must be y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” She held out her hand to you in a polite gesture, one you also politely returned with a firm grip. One she didn’t fail to notice, as unbeknownst to Taehyung, her once carefree smile turned into more of a grimace when she realized you weren’t going to be backing down anytime soon.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung nervously fixed his glasses, a few tufts of hair falling into his face during the action. Reflexively, you closed the distance between you both enough to gently tame the few stubborn curls into submission. He smiled and stepped closer towards your figure, holding his hand out to you palm up in a silent gesture for you to take it. Just as you were about to, your phone rang that was inside your pocket. You pulled it out and saw a flurry of texts and a few missed calls from Jungkook. Your eyes grew large with all the notifications still flooding your phone cause you forgot to let him know that you arrived safely. Oh, shit. He was going to be so mad.

“Is everything alright, y/n?” His hand landed on your shoulder with a soft squeeze, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Opening your mouth, you were about to respond before once again getting cut off by the now impossibly loud ringtone that Jungkook placed for his contact specifically. One that you wished you changed if at all to avoid the flames that erupted into your cheeks from the lewd lyrics that accompanied the catchy tone. He thought it was hilarious at the time and so did you. Now? Not so much.

Both of the figures next to you were in shock at the ringtone, before you rushed to answer the call, placing it on speaker as you stepped away a healthy distance to talk to the disruptor of your life at the moment.

Jungkook’s voice yelled through the phone at your progressively shrinking figure with each word he spewed out.

“First, you flash me this morning in your, I’ll admit, sexy underwear, and now you ignore my calls and texts while I’m over here worried you’ve been mugged or kidnapped by some sleazeball on the train ride to go meet your internet friend for the first time? Are you trying to give me a heart attack here, y/n?!” He word vomited it all in one long breath, him slightly heaving at the end from all the air he used up.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry I forgot to let you know I arrived safely–,” you tried diffusing the situation in a calm voice, before he abruptly cut you off.

“Damn straight you’re sorry!”

“–BUT I did make it here safely, okay? So no need to panic. I’m fine.” You gently spoke the last of your sentence in a way that instantly calmed Jungkook down. You know he couldn’t help but worry over you when you had no one else but him to do so in your life, what with being an orphan and all, like Jungkook. All you two had were each other from your foster care days. He was like the overly protective big brother figure you never knew you needed until he beat up the first guy who ever tried to inappropriately lay hands on you without your consent. From then on, you both were inseparable, even when you now lived cities apart. He always still had your back, and you his. But Taehyung didn’t know of Jungkook yet, which made this whole scenario look very bad in his eyes, you were sure.

Chancing a glance in his direction, you were aware of how his body was once again rigid and tense. His once held up hand now lay flat against his side as Grace looked up at him with feigned worry. He ignored her, still looking in your direction. His face was blank with emotion other than the slight flash of anger that was in his eyes for a split second, returning to normal shortly afterwards.

Successfully filling in Jungkook on your whereabouts you hung up the call and shoved your phone back into your pocket, once again making your way back in front of the couple that seemed to only get closer during your absence. You gave Taehyung a hesitant smile that he returned, it not quite reaching his eyes.

“Who was that, y/n?” Grace asked innocently, not caring if it was a personal call or not. She knew what she was doing, and she was good.

Taehyung went to squash her question cause it was none of their business, but at the last second, he kept his mouth shut. Cause he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t very curious who it was that saw you in your sexy, black underwear the same morning you two were texting. And it infuriated him more in knowing it was some mysterious male entity.

Not caring how it made you look, you gave the intruding female in front of you a sharp glare before looking up at Taehyung with a cautious look. He was curious himself, you could tell. Fantastic. Not like you really had anything to hide though, so you told them, or rather, you told Taehyung. The only person who truly deserved to know the truth behind the matter.

“That was Jungkook. I know him from our foster care days. He’s always been like a protective big brother to me. I completely forgot to let him know that I arrived here safely, a normal occurrence between us due to us only having each other to look out for one another. He got worried when I wasn’t responding to his texts or calls, thinking the worst happened to me from a rather…unpleasant past experience I’d rather not get into, but he’s good now.”

As your explanation became more eye opening, Taehyung couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at his behavior. He knew he shouldn’t of just jumped to conclusions, and now he felt guilty for you needing to explain anything at all to him, let alone someone you’re both just meeting for the first time.

Speak of the devil…

Another phone rang, but it wasn’t yours or Taehyung’s, it was Grace’s. She answered it with a roll of her eyes and raised a finger up to you both before briskly walking away to talk to whoever was on the other end of the line. And now, you were once again left alone with Taehyung. A prospect you once cherished, and now you felt just an awkward tension between you both. It sucked.

Offering up a smile of truce to you, one that did reach his eyes this time, Taehyung apologized to you. But not for the reason you were expecting.

“I’m sorry I invited Grace along to our first date–,” his eyes grew large as he quickly corrected himself with tinted cheeks, –“uh, meeting. I completely forgot I told her until she showed up in front of me, and even then I didn’t really expect her to come. I truly just wanted it to be us here today…and the many high school kids, of course.” He stuttered out his apology, reverting back to his shy self that had you once again swooning at how adorkable he truly was. Your heart not missing a beat with how he so openly admitted to you he didn’t want Grace there and that he even considered this to be a date. Halle-fucking-lujah.

Looks like the universe was on your side today. As soon as Grace sauntered back in between you both, she had a pitiful face put on with the explanation that she needed to leave to cover a coworker’s shift. Giving Taehyung a peck on the cheek before strutting off away from you both, she made him promise to stop by the brewery soon to see her, the promise alone satiating her self esteem for now. Which he did agree too, reluctantly, you could tell. She probably could too, though still chose to ignore it for her pride. She didn’t even say goodbye to you, not that you cared. It just made Taehyung see her true colors even more, a win in your book.

Both of you stared at her back as her figure grew smaller and more distant before she was completely out of sight, making you look back at each other with no other excuse not too. He gave a nervous chuckle, tugging on his choice of cardigan’s sleeves for the day. You smiled serenely back at him in hopes of calming his nerves, it worked, and the tension gradually dissipated into nothing. The once playful air coming back to surround you both in a flurry.

“You know? I thought I’d make you more nervous.” You hip bumped him, though due to his height you only hit his upper thigh. A fact that made him coo inwardly at your significant height difference and made him like you even more.

“Usually, yeah. But in a good way. Right now, you make me feel a little more calm.” His phone buzzed in his pocket as he took it out to look at it. Checking the time he looked back up at you to confirm your suspicions. “Come on, it’s time. We gotta go this way.”

Once again he tried holding his hand out to you palm up, and patiently waited for you take it with a smile of reassurance on his face. And this time, you made sure to grip it tightly, not wanting to let go.

*******

You held hands as he led you towards the school building. As you get closer, you feel him tensing up again. You give his hand the occasional reassuring squeeze, wordlessly comforting him that he’ll do just fine. Like last time, your magic touch seems to relax him, even if only by a little.

You and Taehyung enter the auditorium which is packed with students who are chatting amongst themselves and paying you no attention. Suddenly, you’re approached by a middle-aged teacher who seems thrilled to see the two of you, judging by the way she’s smiling. Taehyung, on the other hand, seems to be completely shocked seeing her.

“Mrs. Brown? You’re still here?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline comically with his question.

“Was she one of your teachers?” You asked him, looking at him inquisitively.

It was Mrs. Brown that would be answering your question directly, but nicely.

“That I was! I’m so happy you recognize me Taehyung!”

“I didn’t know you still taught here!” He greeted her with a warm hug that she was more than happy to oblige too. It was heartwarming to watch. You could tell she had a big impact on his high school years and teacher’s like her were few and far between nowadays.

“I’m still here and now running game jams for students interested in making games! Took me forever to convince the principal, but as you can see, it’s been really successful!” She beamed with pride, holding her arms out wide in front of her to emphasize on her statement. The large room was filled up with many student bodies who took her passion to heart. It was refreshing to see.

Feeling rather feisty, you turned to the woman with a cheeky question on your lips.

“If you taught Taehyung…,” you trailed off before continuing your thought, making the male look at you curiously, “��do you have any embarrassing stories about him? I’m so curious!”

Taehyung just laughs and hides his face in his large hands, using his sleeves as extra coverage before dropping them to playfully glare at you with a retaliation of his own.

“No, she doesn’t. Right, Mrs. Brown?” He started off confident, before looking at her with a helpless look on his face, but she was one to always be loyal to her fellow students so she caught onto his pleading look.

“Even if I did–,” she winked at you just as cheekily, “my lips are sealed, my dear! I’m sworn to secrecy.” She made a zip motion with her lips and feigned locking her mouth before throwing the imaginary key behind her. It made you let out a small laugh of your own at her eccentric character. You knew for a fact she would’ve been your favorite teacher as well.

Still, you playfully pouted at her with your lips puckered for full measure. An ‘awww’ leaving your lips in feigned disappointment at her response.

“Lucky me!” Taehyung grinned widely at you both, savoring this blissful moment between his favorite teacher and you, his favorite human being.

Waving you two to follow her, Mrs. Brown addresses you both with her next statement.

“Let’s go up to the front so you can start your talk. The students are so excited to see you!” She clapped gleefully as she led you both with a pep in her step to the stage. A large podium stood proudly center stage where Taehyung would soon be.

Following her up the side steps, you walked onto the stage, giving Taehyung another reassuring squeeze before letting his hand go so he could take his place behind the mic’ed up podium. You now stood to the side of the stage while Taehyung got ready to deliver his talk to the students. Mrs. Brown pulls the student’s attention to the front of the room, then takes her place next to you as he begins to talk, giving you a smile and light nod of her head in acknowledgment that you politely returned with a smile.

As he begins to speak, his voice is shaky. He often pauses between sentences to take a deep breath and collect himself. He talks about his journey into game development, why he decided to pursue that career, what steps he took to gain the skills he needed, and finally, how he got his first job in a studio.

You look around the room from your position on stage. Some students towards the back are paying no attention, but the majority of students have been listening carefully.

Watching him talk makes you swell up with so much pride. As the talk continues, you can see that his nerves have disappeared. His voice is no longer shaky and his breathing is more smooth. All in all, he looks much more comfortable now and you wonder why he was so worried in the first place, cause he was a natural. His newfound confidence is admirable and makes your heart beat faster, effectively losing your breath in the process. Seeing him like this is making you adore him even more than before.

As he wraps up his talk, the students give him a round of applause. He remains pretty confident up at the front of the audience, clearly pleased with how his talk has been received by the crowd.

Mrs. Brown steps forward from her spot next to you on stage to address the crowd with a wireless mic you didn’t notice her holding within her grasp a second ago.

“That was an amazing talk! Thank you so much, Taehyung! Okay, now we’re going to take a quick break and when we come back, we’ll have Taehyung check out your games so don’t stray too far now, you hear!” Her voice boomed In the enclosed space, much like how Taehyung’s did a second ago. You had to give props for them to be able to talk in front of such a large audience as if there was nothing too it. Just standing up there made you on edge and get stage fright, and you weren’t even going to be the one talking!

Taehyung waved to the crowd and bowed politely before turning to walk in your direction. Sidling up next to you, he offered an out you couldn’t refuse.

“Let’s go for a walk outside, yeah? I’m in some dire need of fresh air right now.” He chuckled humorlessly, once again offering his hand up for you to take, which you did.

“Sounds good to me!” You exclaimed happily.

*******

Once outside, you and Taehyung walked side by side around the building. He was shaking off some pent up energy as he walked, swinging your arms in between you two due to the action.

Looking at you with both excitement and worry he stuttered out a question.

“How did I do? Good? I feel like I did good.”

“You were amazing up there, truly! By the end of the talk I couldn’t even tell that you were nervous!”

“I held back my nervousness until now.” He shyly admitted to you as he further demonstrated his point by shaking his body out faster, swinging your arms more quickly in the process.

You let out a small laugh in response.

“I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me. But you did a good job! The students seemed to like your talk a lot.”

“Mission accomplished!” He pumped his fist in the air cheesily, honing into his ‘Breakfast Club’ era. His mood drastically changes as he sighs and actually takes a look at his current surroundings. It made you confused with the sudden change, but you kept quiet in hopes he would express himself to you on his own. With a click of his tongue, he does.

“You know, I thought that this place would’ve changed a lot since I left, but it seems to be pretty much the same.”

“Feeling nostalgic?”

“A little. I did go here for four years after all. Not that I miss being in school again whatsoever. Atleast, I don’t feel like I’m back in high school again.” He looked down at your hands with a smile on his face then looked back up into your questioning, gorgeous, eyes. “Teenage me would be so jealous right now. My life now is way cooler.” Looks like his cheesy side was once again about to make an appearance, as was your playful one.

“Because of me, right?” You popped your invisible collar, giving him a ‘blue steel’ model pose with your face, making laughter bubble up in his chest that couldn’t be contained.

“Maybe.” It was all he offered, dragging out the ‘e’ in between his laughter.

Your heart beats faster as he pulls you to a stop underneath a shaded tree that felt good in the blistering heat of the city, stepping closer to you. The world seemed to slow down as you both just looked at each other. He seemed to be having an inward battle of his own, as you watched his expressions change before he finally settled on a look of resolve. He cautiously starts to lean in towards you, his face right in front of yours.

“If you tell me to stop, I will, and I promise I won’t be mad.” He quietly spoke into what little negative space remained between your bodies. Nerves and excitement could be felt bubbling in your stomach, and for once in your life, you weren’t going to flee. You were going to fight. In the form of kissing, of course.

“Kiss me, please.” You spoke in the same quiet voice that he used, not wanting to break the special moment about to be shared right now.

He leans down the rest of the way, bending over slightly to accommodate your height difference, and kisses you. And you all but melt right in front of him, both of your eyes closing instinctually upon contact.

You don’t know how he does it, but each kiss he gives you, you swear your feet lift off the ground a little bit more with the grip he has around your waist that was gentle, yet firm at the same time.

He pulls away abruptly, your eyes flying wide open with visible disappointment written all over your face. There was a single question in your eyes that had him shooting you a lopsided grin. ‘Why did you stop’.

“Why don’t we go somewhere…more discreet? Like behind the bleachers?” He used his head to point towards the bleachers that weren’t too far off from where you currently stood and your face flushed from the suggestion. Your body was equally buzzing from the sheer adrenaline you received in that long overdue kiss. His own body language suggests he’s trying to play it cool, but you can sense how into you he is right now.

“Sure! Yes, please, let’s go.” Your voice all but pleaded with him in an attempt to move faster. Sensing your urgency, he doesn’t waste any time and leads you both across the football field. Making it to the bleachers, you both hid under them giggling like your both teenagers about to be caught doing something you shouldn’t. Now under the protection of them, you demanded his attention once more.

“Kiss me. Now.”

You see surprise flash in his eyes as he’s taken aback by your heat, but it disappears quickly to be replaced by a look of need that reflects yours. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you anticipate your next kiss with him. He leans in close that you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

He closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips hard on yours in a clash of teeth and tongue. It sends sparks down your spine and electrifies you. His arms come to wrap around you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Cause without him holding you up, you’d melt into the ground.

You reach up to caress his face. Feeling his face, how soft and gentle it is in the palm of your hand, has you reeling over how any of this could be real right now. His reaction is to lean into your hand more and further deepen the kiss in the process, not that you were complaining.

He pulls away from you, but still holds you close in his arms. You look up at him with his heavy lidded eyes and flushed face, feeling a womanly pride in knowing you caused that face to appear and it was meant for you only. The sight of him makes your heart beat even faster. It feels as if any moment it’ll burst from your chest.

You notice his glasses went askew from your previous antics, and reached up to fix them for him. A gesture that felt all too natural and real for him, that he needed to tell you how he really felt, right now. If not, he would be the one to explode.

“Y/N?” His voice is a low whisper.

“What?” You whispered back.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re amazing. And in fear that I haven’t been obvious enough, I’m just gonna say it. I like you. I really, really like you.” The amount of warmth in his eyes just made you want to kiss him more, so you told him.

“I feel the same way, Tae. But right now? I need you to shut up and kiss me more.” Your voice was two tones of sweet and needy, making Taehyung gulp from the intensity your own eyes held. But all he does is grin and happily oblige with your request.

He kisses you again and pulls you even closer. You wonder if he knows exactly how much your heart is beating right now from being flush against his own body at this point. Just as things were starting to get more intense as hands wandered to more intimate clothed areas, an alarm started to blare. The sudden sound making you both break apart with heavy pants, he leans his forehead against yours and you can see the disappointment in his eyes that you’re sure is mirrored in yours. He pulls away from you to look at where the sound is coming from, his cell phone. Sighing in exasperation, he gives you another quick peck on the lips before telling you what you already knew.

“Damn. I’m sorry, y/n. We have to head back.” You could tell he was genuinely distraught over the interruption, wanting nothing more than to continue your prior actions.

Giving him a smile of understanding, you hoped it would be enough to reassure him that even though it sucked you had to stop, you weren’t upset with him at all.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted.” You offered in a semi playful tone, hoping to lighten the mood.

He gave you a smile in return, his hand coming up to gently caress the side of your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly.

“Yeah. It really was.”

Leaning up yourself to give him a short, yet meaningful kiss, you decided to be the one to take control as you grabbed onto his hand, lacing your fingers together in the process.

“Alright, big hot shot game developer, let’s go inspire some kids!” This time, it was you pumping your own fist into the air getting hyped on behalf of Taehyung. A sentiment he appreciated, squeezing your hand gently with a deep chuckle. Not wanting to be left out, he copied your actions with a loud ‘whoop’ as you guys walked out from behind the bleachers side by side.

*******

Hand in hand you both made your way back to the auditorium with all the game jam kids. The only difference now, was that during your break period, rows of tables and computers where the kids would demonstrate their games for Taehyung was now set up in the middle. Mrs. Brown eagerly approached you both as soon as she noticed you two walk back in, now seeming more excited than before.

“You’re back! Great!” She clapped her hands happily before gesturing to the rows of computers behind her. “The students are ready to show you their games. They’re so excited to have them seen by an actual game developer!”

Nodding at Taehyung in understanding, he gave you a wide, toothy, grin. Squeezing your hand one last time before letting go, he then followed Mrs. Brown to the eagerly awaiting students that you could tell had stars in their eyes while watching Taehyung walk up to them.

It was endearing to see how happy they are, showing off their games to Taehyung. And even more endearing to see him enthusiastically check out every single game and answer every question the students had with so much patience and kindness. Sometimes, you had to intervene when he would spend too long with one student and you would have to woefully cut their interaction short, dragging him away to the next kid in order to make sure that there was enough time for him to see everyone in the time you were allotted for the event.

Just as he finished up with another student, you decided to chime in with some thoughts of your own, looking at him with adoration in your eyes.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah! These kids are impressive. I hope some of them become game developers.” His whole aura exuded happiness and content, and it was wonderful to be in his presence during this event, seeing him let loose and just live.

The tour continues after your short conversation. He makes sure to stay kind and patient towards the rest of the students, and is quick to give any additional advice if they need it. It makes you wonder if he’s following his mentor’s lead.

Finally, you reached the last student. The session seems to be going well, with Taehyung trying the game then answering the questions the student might have. Once you believe that you’re done, you’re both about to walk away when the kid calls you back.

“Wait! I wanna show you one more thing!”

“Sure thing! What is it?” Taehyung answered back politely.

“I found this when Mrs. Brown was talking about your game.”

The student pulls up a website on the class computer. It’s advertising a copycat game. You feel your heart drop. Looking over at Taehyung, you see he has a dark look across his face. This website isn’t a series of random blog posts like ones he’s shown you previously, back when it didn’t seem like such a huge deal cause it happens all the time with video games, he reassured you. No, this website is more professional and polished. Clearly, it’s been made specifically for this game. For his game.

You hear Taehyung gasp from his bent over position in front of you, but his whole focus is on the computer screen. You look at him again and he just looks devastated, like he’s been stabbed in the back. You lean over and whisper to him.

“What is it, Tae?”

“This game. It’s made by Harper. That’s what the website says.” He whispers back gravely.

You brush up against his side to lean in further and witness the site yourself in its entirety. There, in large, emboldened, fancy lettering, you see ‘Developed by Harper’. Now you understand why he looks so distraught. You can’t help but also feel upset on his behalf, even though you’ve never met Harper.

“I thought Harper wasn’t a game dev?”

“I guess they are now.” He bitterly spat out, not at you though, never at you.

The student, oblivious to your current conversation and worries, continued to ask questions.

“It doesn’t look as cool as your game, but it looks kinda the same. Is that normal in the industry?” The students inquiry was completely for educational purposes and he meant no harm, but you can tell the topic was starting to wear down on Taehyung, his mood souring by the minute. You touch his back to comfort him since it worked so well earlier, though now it doesn’t seem to have the same effect, which saddens you, but you don’t dwell on it for too long knowing there’s more important matters at the moment other than your feelings. He can’t seem to find the words to reply, so you do it for him in hopes of easing his burden if only for a moment. He looks ready to run away as fast as possible, so you give a quick, completely out of your ass, explanation.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, the student decides to speak up himself thinking that neither of you were going to answer his question.

“Hello?” He said with a slight attitude, but still kept polite composure. “I was just curious if that was normal?”

You sigh, becoming frustrated with the whole situation, but didn’t want to take it out on the innocent student. Taehyung still doesn’t seem able to answer the question, so you know for sure you’re going to have to step in and provide something since they’re still oblivious to everything. You almost envy him.

“It could be a tribute.” The words fall out of your mouth in more of a questionable tone, before you resolve to sounding more confident in your made up answer. “Maybe they were just really inspired by Taehyung!” You gestured at the silent male next to you who looked lost in his own world, still glaring at the website. When he didn’t offer you any reaction or reprieve, you continued with your statement. “Some games are heavily inspired by other games all the time!”

You ended your explanation with a nonchalant, carefree attitude. Completely different from what you were actually feeling inside, but you didn’t want to give the student any reason to be suspicious of the website and have him blurb it to everyone he knows. That’s the absolute last thing that Taehyung needed right now.

“Oh! Okay! I get it now, thanks! And thank you for checking out my game. It was really cool getting to show it to you guys!” He grinned with gratitude at you both, an action that Taehyung actually managed to return, albeit, it was with a forced smile, but it was better than nothing.

“Thank you for showing it! We hope you make more games in the future!” You smiled politely at the student, gently nudging Taehyung in the side to get him to agree, he does and wishes the student well.

The student nods excitedly. You envy his ignorance even more at this moment. He didn’t mean to upset Taehyung and was just asking an innocent question. But that one question has made him completely shut down. His mood drastically changed since the start of this event.

Eager to get away to help Taehyung, you say a quick goodbye to both the student and Mrs. Brown. Linking arms, you help him walk out of the auditorium and into the fresh, cool, crisp air. The sky is starting to look like cotton candy with the change of the day – purple, pink, and orange hues spread across like a painting. As soon as you stepped outside though, he lets go of you.

“I’m sorry.” He has a face full of longing and remorse for what he’s about to do. His eyes search yours for a second, for what, you’ll never quite know. Just as you’re about to reach your hand out to touch his face, he turns on his heel with guilt lingering in his eyes. Back now facing you, he briskly walks away from you and down the wide path that leads off the school grounds, immediately getting lost in the crowds of students that were leaving for the day.

“Taehyung!” You attempted to call out to him, but the hustle and bustle made it nearly impossible for him to hear you. Or so you thought. Unbeknownst to you, he did hear your sorrowful cry of his name, and it made him stop in his tracks. An inward debate was going on between his head and heart on whether or not he should turn around now while he still could or just walk away from possibly the only person in this world that actually gets him. But like you nearly chose many times that day, he fled, like the coward he knows he is.

Left alone, you stood there, staring at where you last saw his figure before he disappeared. You’re not sure if you feel terrible cause you’re upset with his actions or because you hated how he looked so sad and there was nothing you could’ve done to make him feel better. You think about how betrayed he looked when he realized Harper was behind the copycat game, and that tears you up inside even more.

All you can do now is hope he’ll reach out to you when he feels better.

*******

It wouldn’t be until three excruciatingly long days later until he does choose to grace you with his online presence. You’ve been mulling over everything in your head, mindlessly replaying old video games on autopilot just to distract yourself long enough to stop staring at your phone every two seconds or check your computer to see if he was online, he never was. It got to the point that you wanted to rip your own hair out from boredom, and that’s when you knew you needed a welcomed companion in your life that you haven’t seen in a while.

Dialing his number came like second nature, and when his voice answered the phone with a an emotion you haven’t felt or heard in days, you wanted to bawl like a baby from being emotionally starved of human interaction. He could hear the sniffles in your voice enough for it to cause him to panic.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Did someone hurt you? Did he hurt you? I’m on my way right now, just give me a couple hours and–,” he rushed out his response in his usual worried, over protective way that had you lightly laughing, enjoying the feeling of someone being concerned over your well being.

“For the last time, Jungkook, he is not that kind of person. And I’ll explain everything when you get here, okay? I’ll treat you to that favorite ramyeon place you love so much that I promised to take you to for helping me out.” You cleared your throat enough to effectively get rid of the lump that was forming in your throat a second ago, not wanting to further make him worry.

He gave a groan in response, not believing you were fine at all, but took solace in the fact that he’ll be able to get whatever was wrong out of you easier in person than over the phone. So, he would wait. And he would wrack his brain on the train ride over, headphones blasting in his ears to rid of the worst case scenarios that always seemed to want to surface to the front of his mind when it came to you. He couldn’t help it though, it was like it was engrained into his DNA from the moment he met you that he needed to protect you. As much as you hated how overbearing he could be sometimes, you knew he only did it out of love.

“Fine, I’ll meet you there. But please, for all that is holy, can you remember this time to let me know you get there safely?” He pleaded with you in both a desperate and still slightly peeved tone, remembering how upset he got the last time you failed to do the simple task. “I’ll let you know when I’m about to get off the train so you’re not waiting there too long for me, and then you can head out yourself since it’s not far from you, deal?” He demanded, rather than asked, if you’re being honest.

Sighing in resignation, you gave out a ‘yes’, and after exchanging the usual ‘see you later’, you hang up. Looking over at the clock that hung on your wall, you knew you still had a few hours to kill, so you decided to do some doodling in your sketchbook. You weren’t the best at it, but you held your own. Always drawing what randomly came to you in the moment, majority of the time, you realized, it tended to be something that related to Taehyung in some way. It’s like your heart was trying to tell your brain all its hidden desires through you, subconsciously.

Before you knew it, Jungkook was calling you once again to let you know he was about to get off the train. That means it was time for you to get presentable and head out yourself to meet him at the little dive ramyeon bar near your place. Checking to make sure you had everything you needed, you grabbed a light jacket to help block some of the cool, evening air, and began you’re trek into the outside world.

You purchased the two meal tickets outside at the machine, before walking inside to sit at your normal booth. Upon sitting down, you immediately texted Jungkook that you were safely inside and waiting for him. It was only a few minutes later that said male was pushing through the curtain flaps that acted as the doorway into the establishment. With long strides he made it to you in no time. His arms were already outstretched, expecting the hug he knew was to come and that you needed. Standing up yourself, you welcomed the safe, warm, familiar hug of his like it was your lifeline. Cause it was true, for the longest time, he has been your only lifeline in this world, until you met Taehyung.

You did your best to suppress your emotions, but just thinking of his name had you sagging further into Jungkook’s hold, his arms tightening around you in the process as he laid his head comfortably on top of yours. His hands rubbed soothing circles as he let you finally unwind for the first time in three days of no human contact.

It was you who reluctantly pulled away from him to give him a small, but still true smile. He returned the smile in kind, gesturing for you to take a seat before he slid into his own across from you, taking his jacket off in the process to leave it laying next to him on the seat. Rubbing his hands together, he folded them on top of the table and just looked at you. His eyes narrowing over every inch of you to make sure that you were not, in fact, hurt in any way, despite you already telling him otherwise.

Scoffing in mild amusement at his antics, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to make him come out of his rough survey of your well being. You once again, verbally communicated to him that you were good.

“Jungkook, look at me.” You eyed him sternly, voice calm, but soothing at the same time. He flickered his eyes up to meet yours, a shy smile sprouting onto his face at being caught in the act.

You gently placed your small hands over his large ones on the table and gave them a light squeeze.

“Before I begin, I can’t stress enough that Taehyung has never physically hurt me or caused me any bodily harm. He is extremely shy, sweet, caring, and nerdy. He respects both me and my boundaries. And most importantly–,” you zeroed in on him in a way that made him reflexively lean back into the seat in order to create some distance between you and your piercing stare, though he didn’t move his hands in the slightest because he didn’t want to, he knows you would never hurt him. “I like him, Jungkook. I really, really, really, fucking like him and I don’t know what to do with this information.”

Shoulders sagging in relief, he shook his head and chuckled at the reason behind your current dilemma. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly jealous of the male that’s successfully garnered your attention after all these years of it just being him in your life, but he was also happy in the fact that you were no longer afraid of the opposite sex and wanted to be in a relationship. So, he knew, this guy had to be all kinds of extra special. He couldn’t wait to meet him.

“Well, let me ask you this, has he expressed outwardly to you that he likes you back yet?”

The waitress came to set your bowls in front of you, drinks following shortly after. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction as soon as he took his first slurp of noodles. You mimicked his actions and took a slurp of your noodles as well, before using a spoon to get a taste of just the broth by itself. It was heavenly. Closing your eyes for a second to savor the flavor, you opened them again to address Jungkook’s question. He was still devouring his own bowl as you answered.

“Yes, actually. He told me he liked me the same day we met for the first time in person. And then–,” you trailed off nervously, wary of Jungkook’s reaction to your next words.

“–then we kissed.” You immediately took a big gulp of your sake that you ordered for you both to enjoy, hoping it would help ease your nerves, as soon as the words left your mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, him hitting his chest from the choking he was currently dealing with from the noodles that were halfway in his mouth. Finishing his bite in haste, he grabbed his own drink to chug down in hopes of helping him wash down the noodles that got stuck in his throat at the sudden confession.

“You two kissed already?!” He exclaimed in complete shock, you shushing him harshly from how loud his comment was that seemed to gain the attention of a few fellow ramyeon lovers sitting around you.

“Yes. Now keep it down. Geez!” You hissed at him with embarrassment painted on your face, eyes narrowed at him in anger. Both of you chugged another shot of sake before continuing with the topic of conversation.

“Okay, so. You like him, he likes you. And you both apparently–,” he cringed at the thought, his body shivering in disgust of imagining someone he thought of as a little sister being intimate with the opposite sex, “kissed. Now what’s the problem? Cause I’m not seeing it.”

Taking a few more bites of your noodles to help ease the buzz you were already starting to feel from the shots of sake you took, you opted to push your noodles around with your chopsticks as you got lost in thought.

With tongue in cheek, Jungkook waited patiently for you to gather your thoughts. He poured you both another round of sake, one you mindlessly shot down as soon as he was done pouring. It had his eyebrows raising to his hairline, him never seeing you down so much in such a short amount of time. Normally, you would choose to nurse your shots, not liking the feeling of not being in complete control of your mind and body. Not since that night.

The thought of that night made him reflexively clench his fists in anger that still lingered. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state, his hands all over you as you tried your damndest to get away and push him off you, it made him sick to his stomach. You were lucky that he was there, and he was lucky that you were still sitting in front of him. Especially after the fact that once the cops got a hold of the guy, they confiscated a knife on his body. One that could’ve been used on you if he hadn’t made it in time. He could feel the way his eyes started to water from the emotions that raged in his chest as he subtly wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t, still lost in your own world.

Having finally gathered your thoughts, you tried your best to explain what you were currently feeling in a way that Jungkook might be able to understand as well.

“Like I said, he’s a naturally shy person. I was just as surprised as you were just now when he asked to kiss me that day.” Jungkook lightly clapped and chided in with a ‘kudos to him for asking first’. “And things were going so well, minus a few hiccups of misinterpretation.” You playfully glared at Jungkook who gave you a look of confusion, before you began to explain the situation of both Grace and even Jungkook’s minor disruption.

“Sorry about that, but you know how I am.” He sheepishly, yet genuinely apologized for the chaos he unintentionally caused between you both that day. You waved your hand at him, a gesture of saying it’s now ‘water under the bridge’.

Then you went on to explain what happened with the student, the website, and Taehyung’s reactions. Jungkook ‘hmmed’ and nodded at the appropriate times during your explanation. His own face turning into one of shock when you told him about the copycat game. Him saying he doesn’t blame Taehyung for being so upset, but that it still didn’t give him the right to just ‘leave your ass high and dry’ when it was nearing night time. Now that, he said, he would be losing points for. And getting a stern talking too when he does meet him.

“It’s been three days now since it all happened and he still hasn’t tried contacting me. I’m starting to worry if I somehow did something wrong, or if I could’ve tried talking with him first? But I didn’t want to come off as annoying so I was just trying to let him have his space and–,” you paused your mini rant to take a breath, “I fucking hate feelings, Jungkook. I swear.”

He gave a mock salute to you in solidarity.

“You’re right, y/n. They do suck. But they can also be some of the most amazing sensations you could ever feel throughout your entire life. And that–,” he taps his finger on the table with emphasis, body leaning forward with a face full of warmth, full of love aimed at you only, “–is what makes the fucking world go round.”

“I love you, Jungkook.” You said the words with so much conviction it made his heart swell with joy, knowing you don’t use those words unless you truly mean them.

“I love you too, y/n.” Just like he meant them.

Always.

*******

Jungkook walked you back to the safety of your apartment before taking his leave, declining your invitation for him to just crash on your couch for the night. He was adamant on his decision to head back home to confront some feelings of his own that he’s kept pent up for so long, coming to his own epiphany during your ramyeon and sake filled deep conversation.

Due to Jungkook’s exuberant and dominating presence, you didn’t look at your phone once during the whole meal. It was nice, it was refreshing, it was much needed. Jungkook never failed to be that breath of fresh air that you needed when you became suffocated in your own thoughts and feelings.

Plopping yourself face first on your bed, your eyes closed upon contact of your pillow. Your whole body instantly relaxed on top of the comfort of your goose feathered filled blankets. Sighing in content for the first time in days, you were ready to succumb to sleep when the ping you’ve been waiting for all this time alerted you to a certain someone being online.

You whined with both the need to sleep, but also the need to will your sleep deprived body to get back up off your bed in order to sit yourself in front of the very device that led you to your current state – Taehyung. His alert tone of him signing online played through your room like a majestic, ethereal, siren song. One that had your body mindlessly floating, it felt like, in front of said device as you sat down in the desk chair in front of it. Typing in your password, your computer lit up with life and allowed you access to reply to Taehyung’s message.

Fedoratheexplora is online

Fedoratheexplora is typing…

Fedoratheexplora: Hey 👋🏻

There you are! Are you okay? I know finding out Harper is behind the copycat game was rough. When you didn’t text me I wasn’t sure if I should message you or not. ☹️

Fedoratheexplora: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you so worried, I just needed to be alone.

I understand. And I respect that you needed space, but I wish you had told me instead of just running off without an explanation to me.

Fedoratheexplora: Yeah. I didn’t really think about that…I’m sorry, again. I was an asshole.

You don’t need to apologize. There’s nothing to forgive. ❤️

Just talk to me next time. Please.

Fedoratheexplora: I will. I did have some fun yesterday though. Especially when we hung out behind the bleachers. 😏

Right. Me too. ☺️ So, addressing the elephant in the room…I think we should talk about this copycat game.

Fedoratheexplora: Do we have too? 😩

Yes! Especially now that we know it’s being made by your ex-roommate! We can’t just ignore it anymore. It’s only going to make things worse.

Fedoratheexplora: I guess. I just wish I knew what Harper was up too. I haven’t spoken to them in ages so I can’t tell if they’re doing this on purpose to humiliate me, or if this is just really horrible timing. 😱

It is a coincidence, isn’t it? 🤔

It’s pretty suspicious. Especially since Harper wasn’t much of a bother until now. I mean, what are the odds that Harper’s game is almost the exact same as yours? And then all of a sudden, we know all about it at the same time your game is getting a bunch of attention?? AND it’s got a nice website to promote the game???

Fedoratheexplora: Glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is all weird. 😰

Yeah. I’m with you on this.

Fedoratheexplora: Ugh. This sucks so much. I knew they were working on their own game, but I could never imagine it being so similar. I thought they’d make a version of their own original game from scratch. 😑

In theory, could you sue?

Fedoratheexplora: I don’t think I’d be successful since they also worked on the game a bit while we were still roommates. Also, lawyers are expensive.

True. Lawyers are pretty dang expensive.

Fedoratheexplora: Ughhh. I’m just worried if Harper’s game gets more popular, more people will realize our games are eerily similar.

But you heard the student yesterday, right? He said that your game was cooler than theirs!

Fedoratheexplora: Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that both games are so identical. What if people start comparing our games and it becomes a scandal? Or worse?? What if people discover that we fought a lot and it starts up a lot of drama? Y/N, this could ruin everything!

Taehyung, don’t say that!

Fedoratheexplora: But it could! News like this could overshadow any future promotions! Ughhhhhhhh. Why did this have to happen? Just when everything was starting to look up, it gets ruined.

Nothing is ruined. This is just another obstacle. You can’t let it bring you down. I know you can overcome it! You’re a really great and amazing person, and I know your game reflects that. YOU CAN DO THIS! 💪🏻

Fedoratheexplora: I know, you’re right. This isn’t the first problem I’ve encountered while making this game. And it definitely won’t be the last. But I can’t let it get the best of me. I got this! Thank you for reminding me, y/n.

That’s what I’m here for! 😌

The rest of the conversation drifted off into catching up over the past few days. He even took your advice of him taking a day off to regroup and collect himself, doing something out in the world that for once didn’t revolve around his game. He even suggested taking you out on a date to the park. Going so far as to use the word date, instead of ‘hanging out’ or ‘meeting up’.

Of course, you agreed. And immediately set a time for tomorrow to meet up at a park that’s conveniently located halfway between you both. Saying your mutual well wishes of having a good night and good dreams, you both signed off and went straight to sleep.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

*******

Waking up the next morning, you felt like a completely new person with no longer feeling depressed or sleep deprived. Which is why getting dressed this morning was, dare you say, fun? The main reason being why exactly you were getting dressed as if you were going out on a date, cause you were, you reminded yourself throughout your whole morning process of becoming presentable to the world, and more importantly, Taehyung.

Once again, you sought the help of Jungkook in finding an appropriate outfit for your outing to the park. He suggested you wear your one floral dress you owned, your favorite pair of flats, and his used to be favorite cardigan that he wore over to your place and never saw it again under the premise that you ‘lost’ it. He knew better, and called you on your bs, but made sure to let you know that it looked better on you anyways and it was ‘so two years ago’. His own special way of saying you could officially keep it.

You opted to keep your normal, flat, hair. Looking at the weather, though it was going to be sunny, there was also going to be a decent breeze that you know for a fact would ruin any kind of hairstyle you tried to do. So, you decided to go for the natural ‘wind swept’ look, courtesy of Mother Nature.

Gaining confirmation in your body length mirror that you were ready to go, you just had to wait for Taehyung’s text. And as if right on cue, he texted you. Unlocking your phone, you read his message before replying.

Tae Bae: Good morning, gorgeous! Almost ready?

Yessss! I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so excited for our date!! ☺️

Tae Bae: Me too! 😊

Tae Bae: I’m about to head out, so I’ll meet you there!

Sounds good. See you soon!!!

Locking your phone, you grabbed your over the shoulder clutch purse and put your phone, keys, and wallet inside. With all belongings safe and secure, you rushed to the train station, wanting to see Taehyung as soon as possible.

*******

Walking through the gates of the park entrance, you immediately noticed Taehyung in all his beautiful glory waiting for you, sitting on a park bench that was close by. He didn’t notice you right away, however, too busy spreading apart the flowers that were in the bouquet that occupied his hands.

On your way to him you passed numerous other park goers, both alone, in groups, and in pairs. A lot had dogs on leashes that were obediently walking next to their owner’s sides. Strollers were being pushed that housed kids of all ages, from babies to kids that looked almost fully grown. Dedicated to fitness, there was joggers, cyclists, and yoga classes.

The activity the park had this early in the morning blew you away, much like the wind that kept blowing the bottom of your dress up in furls around you. You instantly regretted wearing the dress today, you know you should’ve gone with the shirt and pants combo.

Smoothing the bottom of your dress down with your hands, yet again to prevent an accidental flash of your underwear to innocent park goers, you stopped in front of Taehyung and greeted him with a warm smile.

“Long time no see, stranger.”

His head whipped up to look at you, a wide smile adorning his face as soon as he heard your voice. He missed it so much, missed you so much. Standing up to join you, he extended the flowers out to you with a shaky hand.

“These are for you, I hope you like them. I remembered you mentioning that you preferred lavender roses over red, and the lady at the floral shop added the extra decorative flowers around it based off the lavender color. Or did I completely get it wrong? Oh god. If I did, I’m so sorry–.”

You grabbed the flowers from his hand delicately, admiring their beauty and all the effort not only Taehyung put into them, but also the floral artist. They were simple, yet beautiful. And the exact color that was your favorite. You bit your lip, emotion flowing through you in waves at his sweet gesture.

“Taehyung.” You cut off his rambling, him immediately going silent the moment you spoke his name. He looked at you nervously, you could tell he was just trying his best to make it up to you in one of the only ways he knew how. The fact that he actually listened to you when you talked about what you liked was more than enough for you.

Setting the flowers gently on top of the bench, you turned to look at him once more. His hands were fidgeting nervously in his sleeves that he kept pulling on. His curls blew effortlessly in the breeze that made him look like he came straight out of a magazine with how amazing he looked today, like always. The only difference in his appearance was the long trench coat he wore over his usual cardigan. Your eyes grew soft the longer you stared, making him squirm underneath your intense gaze even more.

“I saw Jungkook recently, we went out for his favorite, Ramyeon. And I need you to understand that Jungkook is my person. Meaning that if I happened to murder someone, he would be the one I would call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. He’s my person. He will always be my person.” You started your own rant, him listening intently. “We had a good, deep, conversation about you, feelings, and exactly how much they suck.” You paused before continuing, his fidgeting only getting worse when you brought up the topic of feelings, knowing his own were about to be laid out to the fullest in years. “But you know what? We both realized that as much as they do suck, there are also days where they’re the best damn thing to ever happen to you.”

Stepping closer to Taehyung, you grabbed his fidgeting hands to hold in your own, smaller ones. His cardigan sleeves so long that they were protruding from the trench coat’s sleeves due to the overflowing length, your hands almost covered as well just by you holding his. It made you grip his hands tighter, breath getting shaky from all the nerves of what you were going to say next. On the way here, Jungkook gave you a small pep talk to encourage you to speak your truth to Taehyung. And that’s exactly what you were about to do.

He could tell your own nerves were hitting you, he could feel the slight shake in your body just from your hands alone. It made his eyebrows furrow in worry, wondering if the very cute cardigan you wore today may not have been enough to keep the breeze away from your body. It didn’t help you were also wearing a dress, he’s sure. The same dress, he noticed, that was dangerously close to revealing what you wore underneath due to the alarmingly and more progressively stronger wind than when he first arrived before you.

Cautiously, he let go of your hands for a moment. The action made you doubtful with continuing your heartfelt confession, believing that he was getting ready to either leave you again or directly turn you down. You didn’t know which one would be worst, only that you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he did either. Tears began to sprout in the creases of your eyes, ready to spill over from rejection.

They immediately dried up the moment you watched Taehyung shrug off his mid calf trench coat and drape it around your shoulders. He gently grabbed the lapels to tug the trench coat closed over your figure, effectively keeping the cold away from your skin, and simultaneously ensuring that you won’t be flashing anyone today. The action only spurred the fire that was already ignited in your soul, the flames coming up to caress your heart with a blazing warmth you’ve never felt in your entire life until now.

It was then that you came to the sudden realization that the reason you couldn’t register what exactly you were feeling, is because you’ve never felt it until now, at least, not in this kind of way.

It was love. But not just love like you know you love Jungkook. No, it wasn’t the familial kind. This was something different. More deep, more scary, yet more exhilarating at the same time. It was like being on a constant whirlwind of a roller coaster ride that you had not intentions of getting off anytime soon. You only hoped Taehyung would be sitting right there beside you on this never ending ride, and not watching you off on the sidelines as your figure blurred right by him.

You were in love with Taehyung.

And that made you scared shitless.

Jungkook didn’t even know this fact, the feeling being so fresh to you, cause you told him everything.

Slipping your arms through the comically larger sleeves that your arms and hands now drowned in, did Taehyung reinitiate your hand holding.

“Sorry, you looked cold. I should’ve asked first–,” his voice came out small, yet you knew he didn’t regret his actions. It made you smile at him reassuringly. An equally as small ‘thank you’ fell from your lips and then you continued with your spiel.

“The body is a slave to its impulses. But the thing that makes us human is what we can control. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there. Cause knowing is better than wondering. Waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying.”

Tears were flowing freely from the onslaught of emotions that were running through you in tsunami sized waves. Taehyung’s own eyes glistened with tears that were close to falling. Biting his lip, he tried to keep his own feelings at bay until you were done expressing yours, not wanting to miss a second of your raw vulnerability that he knew was rare for you to show. With every word that flew from your lips, they hit him like a soothing, yet enchanting score you would only ever hear in scenes that are scripted for movies. But this was real, this was raw, this wasn’t scripted, this was just you. And he loved it. He loved all of it. He loved you.

He is in love with you.

A swirl of emotions bubbled in his chest as you continued baring your heart to him, you none the wiser to his own epiphany he’s just had, like you did. This was definitely not what he had planned for your date, but he’s learned that things don’t always go to plan, and most of the time, it’s for the better. Like right now.

“I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, which isn’t a lot, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?” You finished your long, heartfelt, monologue and stared. Just stared straight ahead at his chest that was directly in front of your face. You started counting the individual threads of his cardigan in your head. Anything to help ground you and prolong the agonizing task of looking up into his eyes that you would know held his own truth to your words. And you weren’t yet prepared to know what that truth was.

“Promise that you’ll love me, even when you hate me?”

Those were the only words that came out of his mouth, but they were calm, they were just as raw, they held just as much weight as yours.

Your legs were already shaking from the cold, but now they shook for a whole new reason. One that you didn’t expect at all. It’s like Taehyung was honed into your emotions, noticing every movement of your body, he could tell that you were about to fall and he wanted to let you know he would always be there to catch you.

So when your legs finally buckled from the weight of your confession and now his, you let every single emotion you could feel spread throughout your body and you just succumbed.

His arms immediately encircled around your waist as he was able to drop to his knees before you fully did, holding your entire body weight in his hands in a firm, warm, yet entirely strong and loving embrace. This only fueled your cacophony of emotions ten fold, your only reaction being to sink into his embrace even more, shoving your face in his chest as you now gripped onto his cardigan for dear life.

Realizing you never quite properly answered his question, you gave a loving nudge of your head in his chest and he knew what it meant. A wide smile lit up his face as he laughed through his own tears that fell down his face.

Park goers all the while just passed by in blurs, some ignoring the couple on the cold asphalt, and some looking on while passing by to give a small knowing smile of their own. And for some, they were used to the confessions that seemed to always litter the park on a daily basis, it being a popular spot to do the life changing deed.

“Bad things happen, but you have to move past it. Leave it behind. The sooner, the better. Or it’ll eat away at you and stop you from moving forward. I will not let Harper ruin me, or ruin the chance of us. With you by my side, I know I can get through anything. We don’t get unlimited chances to have the things that we want, and this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.”

Finally reigning in your emotions, you were able to actually hear and listen to his words. They were full of love, determination, but also sobering. You could tell with each word he gained more and more confidence, and he was becoming the Taehyung you knew he could be all along. He just needed to find it in himself first.

He could feel you starting to pull away, so he gave you room to do so. Mutually deciding that it was best to get off the cold floor, he helped you up. Believing you were past hand holding, his hands found a new home on your waist. Your own finding a new purpose, hanging loosely around his neck. Your fingertips were softly playing with the curls that were within your reach, causing a pleasurable shiver to run down his entire body. Gently rubbing your waist with his thumbs, he spoke into the negative space between you both as you gazed into each other’s eyes without fear of the future.

“Please don’t give up on me. Promise. Promise me you won’t.” His voice was quiet, pleading, desperate, for your full acceptance of being in his life.

“I promise.” Those two words were enough for him to release your waist and instead cradle your face with his large hands to angle you in a way that the kiss he expertly landed on your awaiting, parted lips, would make your toes curl in your favorite flat shoes. Your body reacting instantly by wanting to just be closer to him, so you listened, pressing the full length of your body into his tall, lanky, yet equally as muscular one with ease, as if your bodies were two puzzle pieces that were always meant to mold together.

Releasing yourselves from the impromptu make out session, you both smiled at one another, still high off the natural euphoria that bloomed within you two from your previous actions.

One more question would fall from his lips to linger in the air for only a second, as your answer would fly from your own lips in an instant, heart soaring to heights you’ve only ever dreamed of, as was the same with his.

“Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

“Hell yes.”

*******

As happy as you were,

you knew Jungkook was about to be happier.

And $50 richer, accompanied with an obnoxious ‘I told you so’ that you can already hear in your head.

[fireflowersims]

So tw war I guess, but I feel like this had to be said.

It's crazy to me that I've seen Americans on the internet go on about how "GAS PRICES ARE RISING! 6 DOLLARS A GALLON THE APOCALYPTIC INFLATION IS UPON US!1!1!1!".

I get it, your country is a capitalist hellscape and it's difficult enough to live any decent life even without the prices going up. But this is not about the US. Stop making it about the US.

This is about Ukrainians being killed, everything in Ukraine; houses, schools, hospitals, vital infrastructure, lives, being destroyed, it's f-ing war and war is hell. Most Americans have no experience with living in a country that has been occupied at some point in the last century. Now if you're curious about what that's like: they're still finding WW2 bombs in the Netherlands and all countries that were occupied or bombed between 1939-1945.

I repeat: More than 75 years after peace has been signed, there's still active explosives in the ground. War is not over when the peace treaty is signed. Even if a treaty was signed tomorrow and the Russian troops would withdraw the same day, the cleanup is gonna take years, if not generations to complete. And at this point we're not even talking about the traumas people already have.

War doesn't end. It just keeps echoing for generations. Inter-generational trauma is a pain in the ass. My grandpa still has food insecurity from the Dutch Winter Famine he survived, my grandmother (rip) survived a bombardment on the very neighborhood I live in now, multiple family members were almost executed.

And that was during WW2 which was certainly not fun, but now the weapons are worse, the desinformation and propaganda is worse and the trauma is fresh and not nearly over. And the atrocities at Bucha clearly show that Russian troops are not merciful by any metric. There'll be more death, more violence, more destruction and yet people in the US (and let's be honest, many in Europe too) get soooo upset by their car fuel costing a bit more.

Tldr: check ur privilege, living in a country that has not been attacked/besieged/occupied by foreign forces the last 100 years IS privilege.

Also if anyone tells you that no war crimes are committed or that Ukrainians deserve this, report, block, spread accurate information. Bellingcat is an excellent source if you want suggestions.

This is not aimed at any particular ppl btw

[cocosstories]

Sebastian Stan One Shot

Can you write about Sebastian Stan, reader and Mackie read thirst tweets and Sebs get jealous of reader?

"Alright guys so basically you are just going to pull out the tweets, read them and react."

The producer says as you, Sebastian and Mackie sit down in front of the camera and they hand you the tweet cup.

"Whenever you guys are ready."

 "Some of my favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon is to read thirst tweets with Anthony Mackie and Y/F/N Y/L/N  so lets see what a thirst tweet says"

Sebastian says looking at the cup before fishing one out.

"Thirstyyy"

You giggle and roll your eyes at Mackie

"I want someone to look at me the way that Sebastian and Anthony Mackie look at eachother."

Sebastian reads.

"Aww"

"Thats great, thats great."

Your two costars look at each other with what can only be described as heart eyes.

"That's nice"

"Oh my god, get a room."

You roll your eyes.

"Anthony mackie you cutie pie come sit on my face and i will eat your ass like a fudge brownie"

You cover your mouth as Anthony reads his first tweet.

"First of all, send a ticket bitch lets do this."

He says looking directly into the camera.

"He's serious. Set it up bro."

You add in.

"That was sweet, a fudge brownie."

"I thought I was straight until Y/N came into my life. Lord have mercy 🥵🥵"

You read the next tweet and smile.

"Oh my gosh. Thank you."

"That's nice."

Sebastian says, a bit of snark in his tone. 

"Come get it babe."

You wink at the camera.

" I dont even know what this means."

Sebastian says, prereading his next tweet.

"Sebastian stan is one thick B I H"

"Bitch"

Mackie corrects him.

"Right. That- thats kind"

Seb stutters.

"It's alright grandpa, we'll translate for you"

You giggle as Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Anthony mackies ass is the real America's ass"

"Damn straight!"

You nod eagerly.

"I concur"

Seb says.

"Thank you. I uh work..."

"Chris evans aint got nothing on you"

You shake your head with Sebastian's comment.

"No, no, no. I work alot to keep the bountiful nature of the round brown alive. So enjoy it. Get some"

You laugh as you reach in the bucket to pull out your next tweet.

"I want to have a threesome with me, myself and Y/N. Please and thank you."

Mackie leans over to read the tweet himself as Sebastian turns away, taking a drink of his water.

"Let's set it up! I'm down!"

Sebastian clears his throat and reaches for the cup.

"Listen when Anthony Mackie said those steel blue eyes let you know where home is. Its my safe place. About Sebastians eyes.  Bitch i felt that"

"Didn't we all."

You reply with a happy sigh.

"Thank you, very kind."

Seb can't contain his smile.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks, pushing for more of a reaction.

"Dont look at me man. Dont look me in the eyes. Look over here when you talk to me. Give em the money."

Sebastian turns his gaze more towards you.

"Don't point those things over here!"

You say, shielding your own eyes.

"No I feel good. I feel good."

He laughs, looking up and away from you and Mackie.

"Saw Y/N drinking a Starbucks and damn...I've never wanted to be a straw so bad in my life."

You can't help but burst out laughing.

"What can I say? My mouth is a wonderland."

You shrug, not noticing the look of shock on Sebastian's face.

"Thinking about Anthony Mackie taking a nap on Sebastian's couch dont bother me"

"You have a nice couch."

Mackie says.

"You've put this on the internet."

"You have a nice couch."

"You do have a nice couch Sebby."

You add in.

"You've never seen it! Either of you!"

"Yo, its the best thing in your house."

You nod in agreement.

"They've never been at my house!"

"That's a lie. Alright fine you scared of people breaking in because of your couch. Alright fine its an awful couch."

Mackie finally says before you and he both look at the camera and shake your heads.

"Y/N can have it if she want it."

"Oh, do she want it?"

Mackie asks.

"I think she do!"

You reply again missing Sebastian's jealous reaction.

" I would let Sebastian split me in half like a pistachio. Send tweet."

"Send tweet is that like me to like respond to the thing? Thank god i dont have twitter and this is WHY."

"Seb doesn't know how to twitter."

You pat his back, sympathetically.

"Because you dont like pistachios?"

Mackie asks, confused. 

"No, I love pistachios. Cashews are my favorite though."

Sebastian replies, winking at the camera.

"Anthony Mackie is so fucking fine i hope his cheestos are flaming hot like him." 

"They are."

"He's hotter!"

You say sweetly, laying your head on Mackie's shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N  and you know what? They are. And them flaming hot funyuns is the jam."

"Oh my god, yes! Mackie got me addicted to those!"

"Don't kink shame me but I want Y/N to choke me and spit on my face. I said what I said."

"Holy wow."

You stutter out.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks.

"I mean um thank you?"

You reply giving an awkward smile.

Sebastian takes the cup and pushes it towards Mackie, wanting to move on.

"Anthony Mackie as captian america makes me horny like put that shield against my neck."

"That's alot."

Mackie says.

"Alot of choking stuff on Twitter."

You note.

"Yeah..."

Seb clears his throat.

"That's alot. That's a good ride. Thank you for allowing me to make you horny."

You snort at his comment.

"Goodnight and good luck."

Sebastian chuckles and cheers the camera, signaling the end of the interview. 

After you all say your goodbyes to the crew, you walk ahead of the boys as your assistant goes over the rest of your day.

"A little jealous are we?"

Mackie says to Sebastian, slinging his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. Alright but just know, I saw how you were in there and a little advice, if you like Y/N, just tell her."

With that, Mackie walks forward, heading to his waiting car, leaving Sebastian in the lobby, thinking about what Anthony had just said.

[thepartyresponsible]

this fill is for shevni, who asked for clint barton/steve rogers with the prompt: “can I have one last kiss?” 

i’ve never actually written these two together before, but i always figured they’d be sweet and competitive and absolutely ridiculous. so here’s maybe the silliest, fluffiest thing i’ve written in a long time.

                                                          ---

It’s predawn, not even within shooting distance of sunup, and Steve Rogers is sneaking out of Clint’s apartment. He’s quiet about it, but he’s not international super spy levels of quiet about it, and Clint’s been tracking his movements since the second Steve disentangled himself from all four of Clint’s limbs.

He should’ve expected this. He did expect this. He watches, feigning sleep, while Steve picks his way around the room, gathering clothes off the floor.

He waits until Steve’s patting at his pockets, double-checking his phone and keys, before he shoves himself up on his elbows, shakes the sleep out of his eyes. “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?” he asks. “Just, you know. One last one?”

Steve blinks at him. His mouth presses flat and then quirks to the side. A guilty look crosses his face. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Clint says. “So, how about it, Steve? Can I have one last kiss?”

Steve puts his hands on his hips. It only serves to bracket the truly unbelievable cut of his abs, and Clint has to force his eyes back up to his face. “Is that what we’re gonna do this morning?” Steve says. “We’re gonna be dramatic?”

“Well,” Clint says, “at least I’ll have the memories.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “They’re just shorts, Clint. They are running shorts. It said so on the tags.”

“They’re women’s,” Clint argues. “Those are women’s shorts that Tony tricked you into buying, and you’re too stubborn to admit you were hoodwinked, and now you’re gonna cause a stampede, and I’m never gonna see you again.”

“They’re shorts,” Steve says.

They most certainly are.

Clint groans and tries not to get preoccupied by the truly revolutionary amount of thigh that Steve’s casually put on display. He’s seen Steve naked. He sees him naked fairly regularly, actually. There’s no reason for the cut of the stupid shorts to be this incredibly distracting.

“You remember World War Z, Steve?” Clint asks.

Steve frowns. “I’m still not sure that title is entirely respectful.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Clint says, waving the old argument aside. “28 Days Later is fine too. Fast zombies, Steve. That’s what’s gonna happen if you go out like that. Fast zombies, running you down, swarming you. A bloodbath. It’s not even dawn. How am I gonna rescue you before I’ve even had coffee? Will you think about what you’re doing, Steve? Actions have consequences.”

Steve appears unmoved by his entreaties. Which is categorically unfair, because, just by standing there in his SHIELD-issued t-shirt and empathetically not SHIELD-issued running shorts, he’s moving Clint quite a bit.

“I think I can outrun a few civilian joggers, Clint,” he says.

“Yeah, but the problem with the zombie isn’t their speed, Steve. It’s the relentless, inevitable, slow march of doom. Which is what’s going to happen if you go out there with your ass damn near hanging out of your shorts. You’re going to unmake society. You need to come back to bed. It’s a matter of natural security.”

“My ass is not a threat to national security,” Steve says, with remarkable primness for a man who’s going to be flirting with a public indecency charge the second he bends over to tie his shoes.

“It is,” Clint says. “It has been. It’s in my SHIELD file, under potential liabilities.”

There’s a blush settling across the blades of Steve’s cheekbones, faint but visible. “You’re being ridiculous. Just stay here, and I’ll be back an hour. I’ll bring coffee.”

“I’ll never see you again,” Clint says. “You have to kiss me goodbye.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Steve asks, stepping closer. “I’ve been told my ass is a threat to national security.”

“Worth it,” Clint says. “Your ass is my nation. I mean, I’m not saying it’s a full-blown conspiracy or anything, but you’ll notice that ‘I pledge allegiance to the flag’ and ‘I pledge allegiance to Steve’s ass’ are actually the same number of syllables, and--”

“Stop, Clint,” Steve says, that flush filling in nicely as he knee-walks across the bed and kisses Clint like he’ll never see him again.

Clint tips backwards and drags Steve with him, one hand clinging to Steve’s shirt while the other palms at the back of Steve’s thigh. “So much skin,” he says, mumbling it into Steve’s mouth. “Steve, you’re gonna stop traffic.”

“It’s New York, Clint,” Steve says. “They’ve seen worse.”

“Worse,” Clint says, offended. He slides his hand up, grabs Steve’s ass. “They’ve never seen better, Steve. That’s the problem.”

“You know,” Steve says, sprawled out on top of him, bare skin against so much bare skin, a warm invitation forming in his eyes, “if you’re so worried about my virtue, you could just come with me.”

“I want to come with you,” Clint says, pulling Steve in by the hips. “I’d love to. Great idea. Let’s do it right now.”

Steve huffs and pulls back, evidentially unimpressed. “You know what I meant. We can do that later. After we run.”

Clint stares up at him, at his beautiful blue eyes and chiseled jaw and soft inviting smile. He thinks about spending the next hour of his life getting outrun again, huffing doggedly along on an empty stomach with no coffee to bolster him and no mercy from a super soldier who could outrun Olympians on his worst day.

He thinks, also, of the view he’ll get, chasing after Steve in those stupid, unholy, incredible shorts.

“Oh,” Clint says, “I get it. I understand what happened. Tony thinks he played you, but you’ve been playing me this whole time. You just want me to do more cardio.”

“Well,” Steve says, with that aw shucks earnestness he trots out whenever he’s about to be a real asshole, “more stamina would be useful. In the field.”

“Oh my God,” Clint says, and hip-checks Steve out of bed. He follows him, laughing, and grabs his running shorts out of the laundry bin where Steve must’ve put them this morning. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go.”

Steve watches him with a smug grin that promptly drops into an ‘o’ of incredulous objection when Clint starts toward the door. “You spend all morning talking about my shorts and then you’re going with no shirt? My ass has nothing on your abs, Clint.”

Clint, who is very well-aware of the effect his abs and arms have on Steve, smiles benignly and flexes his way through some very aesthetically-oriented stretches. “It’s summer, Steve. I don’t want to get overheated. Heat stroke is very dangerous.”

Steve stands by the doorway, staring directly at Clint’s chest. “Maybe I’m worried about me getting overheated.”

Clint grabs his keys off the hook. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you dragged us out of bed this morning.”

“We’re going to end up in the Internet again,” Steve says, sounding exactly like somebody’s grandpa.

“We’re gonna break the Internet again,” Clint replies. He leans over, lands a peck on Steve’s still pinkish cheek, and then slaps him on the ass for good measure. “Let’s move, Cap. I was promised coffee.”

Steve huffs and reels him in by the elastic of his shorts, kisses him sweet and a little filthy as they fumble their way through the door. “Maybe,” Steve says, licking his lips while Clint bullies the lock into compliance. “Maybe we just run for half an hour.”

Clint stares at the shape of Steve’s mouth. “Maybe we just go around the block,” he counteroffers.

Steve looks at him. There’s a beat, and then another.

“Maybe we just--” Steve says.

“Go back inside,” Clint says, immediately shoving the key into the lock again. “Back inside, yep, that’s great. That’s perfect. We’ll just--”

The door springs open, and Steve crowds him through it, and, a few seconds after that, they are back in bed again.

Someday, Clint thinks, considerably later, someday we’re really, actually, no-shit gonna make it out of here for a morning run.

[nfumbewalk]

About Me: Very Abridged Synopsis

Wearing my favorite old & tattered Santa Muerte shirt, my urn necklace with Rodolfo's grave dirt & my sacred ankh both for spiritual purposes and in salute to Rodolfo's MC, the Free Souls.

So, about me post. All posts are about me, but this one covers favorites & shit. 😊

Current space: Not bad. As usual but abilities are heightened. Moon is Full & in Pisces. No wonder the energy is wild. I'm a Pisces rising. Always gets me!

My Astrology: Aquarius, Cancer moon, Pisces rising. Mercury conjunct Mars (natural magician), placements for natural necromancer as well. I'm on the more dangerous side of necromancy because of my astro makeup. You get more water & air, watch out! My makeup is Watery Air, Aquarius signature.

Path: Created myself, but catching on: Muerteria. A solitary path that not only venerates muertos, but works with them exclusively for all of life's highs and lows, trials and tribulations, and everything in between. Some of us use magic with our muerto(s), others do not. Muerteria celebrates independence of thought and actions. Each of us in Muerteria represent a Greater Whole. One requirement for Muerteria is to read The Kybalion, a book about the Seven (7) Hermetic Laws. This is a foundational text of Muerteria. There are others. Are there gods? No. And, no, the muertos are not gods either. Veneration does not mean worship.

Devotee of: Muerteria & Santa Muerte.

Personal:

Height: 4'9"

Weight: I ain't fat. Here's me & Aleister again: (clothes are so baggy, wearing a loose size 12 pants &a loose size large top). He's 5'8" but looks tall to me! That's the average height for men in my family. Though my grandpa Arthur, the Freemason, was only 5'4"!

Ok. Anyway.

Mental Health? No, not touching on that. Just know that I had electroshock therapy because of severe depression & it cured me. I'm overly anxious & have PTSD. I've had the same shrink for 12 years & just got a new therapist.

Felonies? Almost. Skated by with a very serious Misdemeanor. I could have stayed in jail for a year, year & a half. But the judge at my arraignment said 20 months! 😢

Sooo what did I like about jail? NOTHING!!!

What did I hate about jail? EVERYTHING, but especially how cold it is & you get 1 blanket, the horrible food, having no rights, earning privileges, the inmates, being so LOUD, and medical waking me up at 1 AM to check my blood pressure! Oh, I failed to mention the young woman (about 18) who murdered two of her own babies! Weirdo fucking freak.

Favorites -

Music:

I'll start with my early influences. My mom got me started very very early with The Rolling Stones. I'm a life long fan of theirs. My dad liked old country, so I was heavily influenced by Johnny Cash, mostly. There was a lot of Kenny Rogers and Conway Twitty as well.

My brother is 8 years my senior and when I was about 12, he got me into 80's New Wave and introduced me to Siouxsie Sioux at 13. I was in 💖love💖!!! I started looking into the punk movement, from there I found a vampire book. It had goths & goth music in it. Found Bauhaus!! Looked at them at the music shop & bought a CD. Instant love! Peter Murphy sounded similar to my other love: Bowie!! 💖

There is so much music that I love. Currently number 1 is The Sisters of Mercy. Right now, I also love Babes in Toyland, Catholic Spit, The Devil & The Universe, Aghast, Stereo Taxic Device, Cocteau Twins (only up to Treasure album - don't really care for shoegaze or dreampop), Dead Spells, Savages, Malefixio (Spanish).

Books -

Occult: ONLY books published before a certain point. I'd say around 1975 or so, but there are good ones later. I just prefer old ones before '75 because I've found much more stability, no fluffy shit (there's some, but that's New Age, not magic & Witchcraft, generally), there's less of the 'good' vs. 'evil' bullshit, and there were more secrets contained within without being easily discovered. I've found gems that have never reached the internet. Seriously!

Other books -

I only read non-fiction. Bio's and true crime are my favorite. "The Executioner's Song," by Norman Mailer is my all time favorite! It's a true crime novel. I'm a Gary Gilmore fan. "Shot in the Heart," written by Mikal Gilmore is better. "Deviant," by Harold Schechter is a good one about ***Ed Gein - who my dad spent time around as a kid*** in small town Wisconsin! It was some time before 1958. My dad was about nine (9) years old. Dad described him as goofy & Elmer Fudd like, dumb acting.

Oh yeah - my mom almost got picked up by Ted Bundy!! Yikes! But yes, seriously, he was in Oregon and she was his type of girl. She had fast instincts, luckily.

Food -

Too much to write. I'd never complete this!

Crystals -

Amethyst - most versatile & radiates HTDE strongly. It charges very quickly in grave dirt.

Shungite: Gets rid of EMF, the muertos love that! Plus they are drawn to the 99% carbon of which this stone is composed of. Humans are carbon beings & the muertos know this. Shungite gives them the energy of the living! So does Orgonite.

Smoky Quartz: Another stone that's versatile & vibrates HTDE strongly. It's very protective and will help with grounding. Wear or carry this stone to a new graveyard, it helps tune in and protects against hostile muertos.

Regular Quartz: This is a stone that I use for multipurpose uses. It's protective, brings in muertos, holds muertos (if properly programmed), empowers everything its used for!

Jet: Used for mourning. I wear it all the time. Yes, I know it's not a crystal. Nor is it heavy. Don't buy French Jet. It's glass.

Obsidian: It's good if you like it & has many properties, like protection and grounding, but a lot of muertos don't like it much. I guess it's too sharp? My muerto doesn't mind it, but he's just neutral about it.

I have a ton more fav crystals but more favorite shit to go...

People -

My hubby. We're glued together. Hermits. My son. A few friends. My dads friend Natasha. That's about it. I don't favorite celebrities.

Movies -

Old Hollywood stuff. Natalie Wood. Greta Garbo, Bette Davis. Joan Crawford, Joan Fontaine, Orson Welles, all Hitchcock, Roman Polanski films - like Rosemary's Baby, Repulsion & The Ninth Gate; newer movies piss me off. I don't need sex in my face. If I want that, I'll watch a porno.

What I'm Known For:

Having a shit ton of useless knowledge about everything. My medical prowess. Being stubborn to a point of such frustration that ppl wanna kill me. I'm just sayin' got an Aquarius signature! Being extremely forgetful but not on purpose. Try having 120-250 joules of electricity on yer head!! I told my son that & he went totally silent for 2 minutes. He knows what joules are. He's a physicist. 😕

I'm also known for my Barstad sarcasm & humor (mom's side), which can go far beyond normal. Lol! I'm very simple & easy to please but don't tell many about that, I'm a total tomboy, if that even exists nowadays? Growing up, I was with my dad a lot, so I lived & breathed cars & junkyards were my sacred ground. Still love cars & will talk about them for hours. Older cars, that is. I still dislike fuel injection, but that's mostly earlier fuel injections, like throttle bodies. Don't think they use those anymore, hells no!

See? Total geek. Love my muertos & my cars. Think my machinist grandpa likes my technical side. I'm still talking to him. I recently channeled my grandpa Arthur, but he came in garbled. Needs work! Love grandpa's!! My dad was a very good one. Sure miss him. 😢

I do have one secret favorite! Old football!! Da Bears! Dick Butkus! And Walter Payton! I've been outed! Hate modern football! Boring, whistle blows too much, too many fines & penalties! Let em play!

That's all! Hope you got through this post in one piece.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[thelloydbnksnetworth]

Lloyd Banks’ internet worth

Intro

Lloyd Banks’ internet worth is roughly $ten million by 2021.

 Lloyd Banks Net Worth Christopher Charles Lloyd commonly known by his phase name Lloyd Banks is definitely an Us rapper from Maryland. Banking companies began his job included in New Great britain rap group G-Model, next to child years pals 50 Cent and Tony Yayo.

Using the class unveiled their very first recording, Beg for Whim in 2003, Banking institutions released his initial single record The Want A lot more in 2004, which presented the most beneficial 15 struck solitary “On Fire”.

 Early on Existence

 Christopher Charles Lloyd Banks Net Worth was created across the 30th of April, in New Carrollton, Maryland. He was created to some Puerto Rican mommy, Rosa Lloyd, along with an Black color daddy. His father was generally imprisonment while vibrant Lloyd improved that and up he was primarily increased by his mother.

He greater in the identical local community as do 50 Cent and Tony Yayo, plus the 3 guys increased in becoming close up associates.

 Job

Lloyd began generating audio within a vibrant age group. His area manufacturers treasured his abilities which he planned to begin their own team.{buzrush.com} His associates 50 Cent and Tony Yayo were actually also promising rappers plus the trio started out their particular rap group G-System.

The viewers decreased many mixtapes range as well as their first official mixtape was ’50 Cent May be the Future’ which had been in 2002. It was used with the mixtapes ‘God’s Plan’, ‘No Mercy’, and ‘Automatic Gunfire’.

The group’s debut recording ‘Beg for Mercy’ was released in November 2003. The recording would have been a success which showcased the keeps track of ‘Wanna Become knowledgeable about You’, and ‘My Buddy’.

Lloyd’s second recording, ‘Rotten Apple’ was released during 2006. The album’s name is definitely a expertise New You may City’s nickname. The album received merged testimonials while it was desired amid his listeners. It’d the songs ‘Hands Up’, ‘The Cake’ and ‘Survival’ and debuted at No.3 round the U.S. Billboard 200.

This Current Year, Lloyd created an appearance as themselves inside the humor motion picture, ‘Morning Glory’. Yet another men and women of G-Model like 50 Yayo and Cent also designed a brief look within the film.

By 2021, Lloyd Banks’ internet worth is $ten million. 

Features

Here are the most effective well-known features of Lloyd Banks’ occupation: 

I am so Take flight (Song, 2004)

Rotten Apple (Album, 2006) 

Any Young lady (Tune, 2010)

Jolt the environment (Music, 2012)

Preferred Estimates from Lloyd Banks

“Everybody would go to the funeral, {buzrush.com} but everyone laughs when it’s funny. When enjoyment is occurring, that is the one thing it is actually, entertainment - until finally it crosses over straight into an entire ‘another situation. Now, me maturing, I do believe back again at a number of things, pushing frontward, several things will not get noticed. Several things do not should have my power. I will not aid in a good deal on points, you might have to pay attention to what’s the problem at palms. That is to set out ageless tunes, and excellent albums.” - Lloyd Banks

“I roll with Ladies just like tropic because the chronic within my pocket Cop it, Crush it, Roll it, Spark it, and blend it along with the chocolate.” - Lloyd Banks 

“Hip-hop is youthful. The youth establishes how it’s about to go. I believe your opinions together with your visions set out to change, and you simply begin to concentrate on points, up to now as being the world goes, a lttle bit later on available.” - Lloyd Banks 

“When you get the bucks you are generally a {buzrush.com} focus on due to the fact there is always someone that requirements dollars readily available.” - Lloyd Banks

“I have household in Ponce. It is sad that my grandpa passed on and therefore i couldn’t really exist with him.” - Lloyd Banks 

3 Coaching from Lloyd Banks

Let’s explore the greatest instruction we can easily research from him: 

1. Never Shed Bridges 

I recieve it, every one of us use jerks at some point within our jobs. So what? Never allow it to attain you. There’s you don’t have to say anything terrible in regards to the topic. Contrary, attempt to find laughter inside it, examine from this and transfer ahead. You possess far better issues to pay attention to. Want to be the most epic form of on your own that you might be.

2. View Problems as Options

Maybe you have spent a lengthy time waiting in the publish office to ship something before? I realize I have. Let’s say instead of whining of this approach, you generated a software which will allow you to ask for a person to achieve your own home as well as to deliver and get your shipping for everyone?

 Should you looked at that struggle being an {buzrush.com} chance, you’d have produced Shyp, an incredible app that does exactly that.

 3. Reduce Your Commute

 Function around the place you are living. If you’re able to, allow it to be within easy reach. Time is important. Never squander it across the freeway.

Summing up

 Lloyd Banks is actually a rapper who’s most generally noted for his debut single recording ‘The Want More’. As well as his musical successes, the rapper originates a lengthy means by the hard years as a child experiences he experienced.

 By 2021, Lloyd Banks’ internet worth is roughly $ten million.

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