#he just has been so. moody lately and so like. whiny and he does this fake baby voice that irritates me sm and i hate how stressed it makes

[nomairuins]

im so tired

[beigehearts]

The adult trio getting embarrassed- drabbles I was wondering what would make them embarrassed and I was gonna make hcs but I thought that it would be more immersive and make more sense if it was a story . Also I feel like only verbal affection and emotional affection could affect illumi and hisoka so they have fluff stories but since Chrollo is somewhat more stable- verbal and emotional affirmation doesn't get him embarrassed so his is a bit nsfw fem!reader

Illumi (fluff)

He's been gone for weeks, leaving his girlfriend behind at their quiet and lonely apartment. Illumi doesn't live with you- he lives in an absolute mansion so why would he? But he spends a lot of time with you, in your apartment. Some nights after a long day at work, you'll come home and he will be sleeping in your bed or staring out the window, waiting for you.

Though you haven't had those fun surprises lately, he's taken on a big mission and you've learned you'd rather not know what it is he doing so you don't ask. It's getting quite lonely and your job as a secretary hasn't been letting up. Your boss just got a big contract so work has been hectic.

You push the door closed behind you with your foot, dropping your bag at the door and groaning. What a day, your fingers hurt after typing non stop today. There's no time to make dinner, there's no time to get dressed in pajamas, there's no time when you have the dire need to sleep. As you walk towards the bedroom, you kick off your shoes, shed your shirt and skirt. Once you reach the bedroom you see the line of clothes leading to you, but you don't really care at the moment. You throw the pins from your hair into the darkness of the room.

That beautiful bed is only steps away, the oasis from the desert you've been navigating all day. You crawl into the bed, eyes closing before you even get under the covers, but once you are you wonder if heaven is real and if it's your bed. Your eyes shut with a mind of their own, and only seconds later you're dragged into the dark depths of your mind.

It must have been hours, it's still dark out so not too long though. You force your eyes open as if there are weights holding them down. You immediately recognize the unusual warmth around you and a smile pulls at your lips.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home today?" You ask sleepily.

He kisses your forehead, "I didn't think about it."

You nuzzle your face into his chest, and he holds you closer. "You know, I missed you. A lot." You try to dig further into his chest but you're as close as you can be to him. "I was worried, you didn't message me the whole time you were gone. Do you know how lonely I was?"

His brows furrow though you can't see it. "You were lonely?"

You nod, "It felt like part of me was missing. I was worried I would be left empty forever. You said it would be a week and it's been eight." A sigh escapes you, "It's hard to not be around the person you love most Illumi."

It goes silent, and you look up at his face to see if he has anything to say. His face is flushed, you can even see it in the dark. It's such a contrast to his pale skin. He always acts weird when you say you love him or imply it.

Your small smile grows into a large grin, "I'll wait for you to say you love me back."

Hisoka (fluff, slightly sexual)

Classes have been difficult, you failed your big test and you practically got on your knees and begged your professor to let you retake it. You already know you're in for a long night of studying. Which means you're also in a night for a moody boyfriend. You will have to make it up to him later though, this test is too important for you to be worried about anything else.

On the way home your friend asks you to come over to help her with some problem with her laptop. You went and helped even though you really already should've been home. Your old beat up car scrapes through the coffee shop drive through at 5 pm, and you grab yourself a super caffeinated coffee to help you through the night.

The house is quiet when you get home, which is perfect, that way you'd have a little while to study without a whiny boyfriend. An hour or so later, you're sitting cross legged on your chair, leaning forward and highlighting things in your book. One leg bounces with the energy of caffeine, though half of you is ready to pass out.

The front door creaks open but you pay it no mind. You're beginning to connect ideas to one another and you can't let anything stop you. The clicking steps towards your chair are nothing but background noise at the moment. Long, muscular arms wrap around you from behind. "Pet, I had a long day, come lay with me." He whines in your ear.

You don't say anything, the squeaking of your highlighter against the paper says enough.

"I can give you a massage, I'm sure you need it." His hands roam your form but you continue doing what you need to.

While still highlighting and writing things down on a piece of a paper, you say, "Tomorrow night, I'm really busy Hisoka. I need to pass this retake tomorrow. It's important."

Obviously that isn't a good enough answer when he grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back. You know he isn't being mean, he knows you like your hair pulled and hopes it gets your attention. Obviously it does but you don't show it.

"Oh come on baby, just lay down with me for a little bit."

You pull your head forward even though he still has a tight grip on your hair. His lips wander your neck, sucking at random spots on your skin, leaving blossoming red marks.

You stand up abruptly and drag Hisoka to the couch. You push him on it and straddle him. You sigh and lean towards his face, "Hisoka Morrow- I am trying to do work."

He grins and his hands travel down your back until they end up holding your ass, and bringing you closer to him. He begins grinding up into you, and he holds down your hips. You try your best not to react and you end up groaning and grabbing his face in both hands. He pauses when you bring his face close to yours, sharing the same breath.

"Hisoka Morrow." You say in a commanding voice. "Do you know how much you mean to me? I think of you every moment and it's hard to think about anything else. The restraint it takes to not hold on to you every time I see you is immense. Can't you understand that you're controlling my every single waking moment? I will love you forever and forever is a long time so give me one night of our forever for me to study."

His eyes widen, and his lips are parted slightly in awe. And for the first time ever, you've seen him look vulnerable, a blush of his you've never seen before. Sex was one thing but all of this emotion and promise at once is so overwhelming. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and he speaks up.

"I suppose once night is okay if it's part of our forever."

Chrollo (sexual, nudity) 

It’s been a lonely few days, and Chrollo’s birthday is coming up. He has been really busy with what he calls work, and you’ve been sitting at home, working remotely since you wanted to watch over the house. You never know when you’re dating the leader of the phantom troupe, someone might try to rob you or worse.

For your lover’s birthday you want to do something special, something that’ll make him really happy. It’s hard with Chrollo because he can have anything he wants in the world, so what do you get him? He’s always appreciative of anything you give him and is very sentimental- but you always feel inadequate. What’ll make him happy that he can’t just go steal?

Two hours until he gets home. You have the cake on the table that you decorated to the best of your abilities. (He always says he prefers home cooked/baked goods to bought ones.) The entire house is lit up with nothing but candles. Each of the candles being his favorite scent, Beachwood. He always talks about how you guys need to go on a trip to the beach, and is a sucker for anything ‘beach’ scented. Chrollo is such a romantic as if it weren’t obvious so you laid out rose petals on the dining room table and around it. 

It’s already dark and kind of hard to see, but you settle yourself down on the table, sitting next to the cake. You try to find different poses you think you would look good in until you hear the jiggle of door knob. A dose of panic shoots through you. Is this too much? Is he even going to like it? What if he’s grossed out? 

The door opens and a tired Chrollo enters, closing his eyes and sighing, “What a long day.” He sniffs the air, “It smells good in here y/-” He’s cut off at the sight of you.

A beautiful figure resting on the dining room table, covered by nothing but red lingerie panties and stockings, your bare breasts exposed. His mouth is agape just from looking at you, he shuts the door behind him with his foot. He kicks his shoes off and shrugs off his jacket, leaving it on the floor as he stumbles towards you. 

He places himself between your legs and pulls you closer to him on the table. “What’s the occasion?” He asks oblivously.

You chuckle and run a hand through his slicked hair, “It’s your birthday darling.” You can barely make it out but his pale cheeks become slightly rosy in the dim light. “So are you going to stand there or what?” You ask sarcastically.

He wraps your legs around his waist and picks you up, not missing his chance to hold your ass as he carries you. Your lips meet his feverishly, and desperately, you part only to ask, “Do you like your present?”

He lays you gently on the bed with a flushed face and devious smile, “It’s perfect darling.” 

[monokyokyo]

Hellish Delights | Woosan

Pairing: Sub!San, Top Wooyoung,

Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play

Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.

For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.

So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.

Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.

It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.

The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”

“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”

“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”

“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.

“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.

“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”

“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.

He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.

So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”

“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.

“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.

That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.

What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~”

“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.

“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.

The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”

“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”

The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.

Fuck, he's so sensitive.

Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.

“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”

The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.

It was delightful.

Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.

He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.

San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.

“Wooyoungie~ Please~”

“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.

“I need more~”

A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.

He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"

Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.

"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"

"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.

San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.

Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.

"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"

"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.

San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.

"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."

"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"

"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.

All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"

"N-No but…"

"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”

If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”

“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.

However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”

“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.

“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.

He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”

“Wooyoungie~”

This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”

Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.

He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.

“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”

“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.

“So good, baby.”

“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”

“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.

It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.

The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.

“No more teasing,” He whispered.

Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.

“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.

“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”

Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.

Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.

“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.

The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.

“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.

“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.

“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”

This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”

San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.

“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”

San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.

He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”

The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."

Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”

“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”

“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.

“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”

“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”

“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”

San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”

“I love you more, Sannie.”

[ryvgvji]

No Nut November | headcannon

hc where some haikyuu captains participate in no but november, or at least some try

characters: bokuto, kuroo, oikawa

enjoy <3

Bokuto Kotaro 🦉

//🦉 i say he makes it, maximum, three weeks top

//🦉 he gets through a decent amount of the challenge before completing losing it

//🦉 reason he loses it is because of you

//🦉 you are his weakness

//🦉 first two weeks are the easiest and most static weeks because he has so much confidence that he will win

//🦉 that confidence starts to strip away tho

//🦉 he gets moody and starts to get whiny

//🦉 he’d cling to you like a lost puppy whenever you guys hang out

//🦉 he told you about the challenge from the begin and you made a promise with him that no matter how much he whines, begs and pout you wouldn’t give in

//🦉 it’s easy said then done though

//🦉 when you close together he would kiss on your neck and grab your ass making it hard for you as well

//🦉 “Bo we can’t, remember.”

//🦉 “why y/n???”

//🦉 you try to keep your guard up for one more week but it doesn’t happen

//🦉 when the friday of the third week comes around he goes feral

//🦉 when you both decided on a movie night at his, he can control himself

//🦉 when he should be watching the movie he’s on you

//🦉 having you trapped in his arms he kisses you while taking off your clothes

//🦉 “no, no Bokuto we can’t.”

//🦉 “please, let me have this. i know you want this too love.”

//🦉 damn this sexy man

//🦉 moving underneath the sheet, you put no effort into stopping him

//🦉 although he loses the game but he gets the best meal in the world to make up for it

Kuroo Testuro 🐈‍⬛

//🐈‍⬛ he can actually make it through the whole month

//🐈‍⬛ but he doesn’t

//🐈‍⬛ he doesn’t because you don’t let him

//🐈‍⬛ from you found out that he would be taking part in the challenge, you were gonna make him lose

//🐈‍⬛ the first week is nothing to him, he can go a week without sex or jerking off anyway, it’s nothing new to him

//🐈‍⬛ second week, you decide it’s a good time to start the torment

//🐈‍⬛ you make smart comments to him and make subtle movements to touch his body

//🐈‍⬛ he knows what you doing tho, you not slick

//🐈‍⬛ “your plan isn’t gonna work on me baby.”

//🐈‍⬛ then comes the third week

//🐈‍⬛ he doing quite fine since you didn’t have any schemes under your sleeve or, so he thought

//🐈‍⬛ you have one more plan but that’s for later

//🐈‍⬛ now on week four and going strong, he’s ready to end the challenge

//🐈‍⬛ there’s been days were he’s extremely sexually fustrasted and want to give in but he. couldn’t

//🐈‍⬛ and you weren’t making it any better for him with your tricks

//🐈‍⬛ Kuroo is on the last day of this challenge and he’s feeling very confident and trustful in himself

//🐈‍⬛ “i’m for sure gonna win this.” he tells himself

//🐈‍⬛ incorrect

//🐈‍⬛ from the beginning of the day, you’ve been sending him dirty text to get him riled up

//🐈‍⬛ “what are you trying to do baby?”

//🐈‍⬛ “i’m just showing you how much i love you❤️”

//🐈‍⬛ going the extra mile,

//🐈‍⬛ you send videos and pictures of yourself

//🐈‍⬛ that’s when he loses it all

//🐈‍⬛ when his practice ends he calls you

//🐈‍⬛ “i think you’ve had enough free time for today baby. i’m coming over and you better be ready.”

//🐈‍⬛ and just as said he came to your house

//🐈‍⬛ when he saw you open the door all dolled up for him, FERAL!

//🐈‍⬛ immediately shuts the door and push you against the wall

//🐈‍⬛ oh you were in for it

Oikawa Tooru 🤴🏻

//🤴🏻 you dragged yourself into a mess, i hope you know that

//🤴🏻 he’d last the whole month honestly honestly

//🤴🏻 he’s not the one to feel tempted to touch himself really

//🤴🏻 he’d probaby does it like when he has to relieve stress or smth related to that

//🤴🏻 so when you brought it up to him he’s like,

//🤴🏻 “really little cutie? that’s the best you got? deal.”

//🤴🏻 this is a piece of cake of him

//🤴🏻 but you know he’s a teasers and wouldn’t just let you off that easy

//🤴🏻 your gonna have to do it too

//🤴🏻 the only way that he’s gonna do this so called “challenge” is if you do it with him

//🤴🏻 and you really don’t have a choice on this one either sorry 😂

//🤴🏻 the first week was normal and same thing with the second

//🤴🏻 except when he would kiss you and touch on your thighs then pull away

//🤴🏻 he’s a fricken tease! but so were you

//🤴🏻 you did the samething back to him as well

//🤴🏻 “you know it’s not good to tease people right y/n?”

//🤴🏻 “oh really? oh, my bad.”

//🤴🏻 y’all basically tease the hell out of each other , him more than you

//🤴🏻 third week it’s really starting to get to you

//🤴🏻 you were horny and moody all because of him

//🤴🏻 he was enjoying the way you were slowly starting to crack

//🤴🏻 “aw, it my little cuties starting to break?”

//🤴🏻 he wouldn’t let you live at all

//🤴🏻 now on the last day, you lost all self control

//🤴🏻 you give into the temptation of pleasure and get caught

//🤴🏻 late at night, almost to midnight, he comes to your house and catches you in the act

//🤴🏻 “it’s midnight now, i guess i could give you what you want.”

//🤴🏻 joins you in for a looongggggg night

———

masterpost | rules

[much-obliged-timothy]

Today Twitter cursed me with the knowledge that Jack’s mask has goddamn EYE CLASPS and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all through work. So naturally, instead of focusing on the papers I have to write, I wrote this instead because god I can’t even imagine how dry and itchy Jack’s and Tim’s eye must be all the time???

I don’t even know anymore, just have moody Tim, bitchy Jack, and Visine

“An eye infection?” Timothy said in disbelief.

“Yes, sir,” the doctor said. “An eye infection.”

Tim reached up to rub at his eye again, but Jack smacked his hand away. Tim glowered at him before turning his attention back to the doctor.

“Do you work long hours in front of a computer screen?” the doctor asked.

“Uh, duh?” Tim said, gesturing to himself. “Handsome Jack, kiddo.”

“How long?” he said.

Tim shrugged. “Dunno. Depends. Maybe eight hours a day, on average?”

“Only eight?” Jack said.

“Shut up. This is your fault. I don’t know how, but every other bad thing in my life is your fault, so this is too,” Tim said.

“Well, I’d say that’s a big part of it,” the doctor said, ignoring their banter. “You need to take frequent breaks.”

“Wait, part?” Jack said.

“Yes, sir. I assumed you already figured out the other part,” the doctor said.

“If I already figured it out, I wouldn’t be waiting for you to explain,” Jack said impatiently.

Tim pointed to the corner of his eye. “Uh, the freaking eye clasp? It’s right at the corner of my eye. It itches like hell. Scratched my eye a few times, too.”

Jack scowled at him, pointing to his own eye. “I’ve never had a problem.”

“Because you don’t run around fighting. I wouldn’t have a problem either if I just sat in my office eating pretzels and fucking my girlfriend all day,” Tim said.

Jack spluttered at that. Tim ignored him and turned back to the doctor.

“I’d recommend...modifying it,” the doctor said carefully. “If you plan to send the doppelganger out to fight, that is. More...stationary tasks shouldn’t irritate his eye.”

“Stationary?” Jack glared between them.

“Yea, dude, you’re lazy,” Tim said.

“Shut up.” Jack kicked him roughly. “You’re how freaking old and you can’t even take care of your own damn eye?”

Tim wanted to point out that he was probably half Jack’s age, but he didn’t feel like being kicked again. He also wanted to point out the reason his right eye was so important to protect was because Jack had blinded his left one. But, still, it wasn’t worth getting kicked.

Besides, it was Jack who dragged Tim down to medical when he realized Tim was having problems with his right eye. Nisha had told Jack that Tim kept rubbing at it and complaining how much it hurt, and that Tim had been having trouble aiming lately. 

“Just give him whatever he needs to shake the infection,” Jack said.

“Sir, I urge you to take this seriously. Severe dry eye could lead to vision loss,” the doctor said. “You don’t want to take any chances when he only has one eye.”

“Yea, if only I hadn’t lost my left eye in that tragic accident where you tripped and hit me directly in the face with a brand. Oh, wait,” Tim said dryly. He endured the kick he received with grace. “You can’t even tell me it doesn’t bother you. How the hell does that eye clasp not poke you in the eye from time to time? Seriously, it feels weird when I blink.”

“I’m not a whiny bitch like you, pumpkin. Finish up here and go back to your room,” Jack said, leaving medical.

“Such a prick,” Tim grumbled.

He finished up and went back to his room as instructed. His eye was bothering the hell out of him, but he resisted the urge to rub it. Whoever had designed the stupid mask with eye clasps deserved to be branded and forced to wear one of these things 24/7.

Tim collapsed on his couch. He wondered if being fully blind would be such a bad thing. At least then he had an excuse not to do his work.

His door flung open. Tim considered playing dead, because how much of Jack could he really take in one day?

“Stop kicking me, you absolute dickbag!” Tim said as Jack dug his shoe into Tim’s side.

“Stop whining,” Jack said. He unceremoniously dropped something right on Tim’s face.

“Ow! The doctor just told you to take better care of my eye, not drop shit on it,” he said, catching whatever it was before it could fall.

“Language,” Jack chided. “I need you in perfect shape. We’re not letting that handsome face go to waste. Take better care of it.”

“I’m not the one who disfigured it,” Tim muttered.

“What was that?”

“I said I’m not letting anything happen to this handsome face.”

Jack knelt next to Tim and grabbed his face between his hands. Tim resisted the urge to shove him away. He could only be kicked so much in one day.

Jack’s thumb skimmed dangerously close to Tim’s right eye as he inspected the clasp there. Finally, he released Tim’s face and stood up.

“I’ll look into it,” he said. “In the meantime, at least pretend you’re competent enough not to go blind.”

Tim saluted him. “No promises, boss.”

“If I hadn’t spent so much money on you, I’d strangle you,” Jack said, though he said that so often it had become an empty threat by now. 

He left Tim’s room. Tim dropped back down on the couch.

“Worst. Boss. Ever,” he groaned. “I hate it here. Totally not worth the paycheck anymore.”

He looked down at the item in his hand that Jack had dropped on his face. He stared at it for a long moment before staring up at the ceiling.

“Good going, Timothy. Look how your life turned out,” he said.

Still, he pushed himself off the couch, Visine in hand. As he headed towards the bathroom to apply the eyedrops, he very thoroughly cursed the asshole who had designed the stupid fucking mask with eye clasps.

[starlightshoals]

The Weeknd - After Hours [Album Review]

1 - Alone Again: Swimming in a deep red sea of yearning and heartache, this song is the perfect way to kick off the album. It plays like a mood, a feeling; it’s a confirmation that in the time since My Dear Melancholy, whatever hope was found, whatever lessons were learned, they’ve been lost in that ocean of new mistakes. The second half intensifies and darkens and leads the listener down the dark corridor the rest of the album will follow. Favorite Lyric: “Take off my disguise, I’m living someone else’s life, suppressing who I was inside...” 9/10, Excellent

2 - Too Late: So yeah, the production in this album is god-tier, and this track goes hard in that vein. I love the distortion on Abel’s voice in the chorus, the tempo, the vibe. There are so many segments and details that could fly over your head the first time -- this song is fucking layered. The more you listen, the more it slaps. Like every other track on the album, it’s about mistakes made that push the person you love away, but it’s not some whiny self-pity party, it’s a grim acknowledgment of how you feel and how it’s all your fault. Favorite Lyric: “When the darkness comes, you’re my light.” 10/10, Outstanding

3 - Hardest to Love: There’s a fragility to this track that’s rare in Abel’s music, and I admire that so much. It’s about admitting how difficult you’ve been and wondering why the person you love still wants you after all you’ve done. It strikes at that struggle inside where you want them to let you go because it’s best for them, but the reality of that makes you miserable and you don’t want them to forget you. I could say this about almost any track on the album, but I fucking love the 80s-style production here. Such glorious music for the soul. Favorite Lyric: “I can’t believe you want me, after all the heartbreaks, after all I’ve done, no I can’t believe you trust me, after all the rough days, you still call me up...” 9/10, Excellent

4 - Scared to Live: I gotta be honest, this song doesn’t do it for me like it does for most people. I still like it, and I love the lyrics, but stylistically it’s just a little too sappy for my tastes. I feel like this style (minus the fantastic production) is something I could hear a lot of other places, and that’s something I can’t say about most of Abel’s music. The lyrics, though! They send a lovely message of accepting your partner’s choice to leave you, gently telling them it’s okay to go on in life without you. It’s a truly gracious and grown-up thing to express. Favorite Lyric: “And if I held you back, at least I held you close” or maybe “You always miss the chance to fall for someone else, ‘cause your heart only knows me.” 8.5/10, Great

5 - Snowchild: Ooh yeah, here we go. In this song Abel reflects on his journey through the past decade. It’s a lowkey, moody, heart-in-your-throat track. It’s like walking through an empty city late at night, hands in your pockets, with an ache in your chest. It’s like leaving everything you had behind because it doesn’t matter anymore. You just want out. You just want something new. I can relate. Favorite Lyric: “She never need a man, she what a man need, so I keep falling for her daily...” 10/10, Outstanding

6 - Escape from LA: Maintaining the mood from Snowchild, this is a deep dark dive to the mind. It’s about being dead inside. It’s about being in love with someone you still have but will never have, you know what I mean? They’re in your life, but they’re not yours. And you have everything you could possibly ask for, but it’s still not enough. You’ve done everything you could possibly think of, but it doesn’t fill you up. You’re still running empty. It’s cold and it’s lonely and all that’s left is the voice inside, telling you it’s time to go. But you stay because you’re waiting. So you can be there if they come back. Favorite Lyric: “We’ll figure out our shit and find a way; when you say that you need space, I give you space.” 9.5/10, Amazing

7 - Heartless: I thought it was so funny when this song came out last year and everyone took it literally. This song isn’t about being some badass heartless jerk with no feelings, it’s about pretending to be that to cope with how broken you really are inside. It’s about embracing hedonism to hide the pain. The bridge really drives that home, where Abel sings about being lost and depressed and wondering why the fuck the person you’ve hurt and betrayed still cares enough to come back in your life. Despite all the boasting and bragging and the fast pace and tempo, this song is really the most miserable one on the album. Favorite Lyric: “I thought I lost you this time, you just came back in my life; you never gave up on me, I’ll never know what you see...” 9/10, Excellent 

8 - Faith: God, I love this song. There’s something transcendent about it. It takes you to the sky and leaves you standing in a storm. The pace it takes, the production around it, the lightning-quick smooth transitions from piece to piece, it knows exactly what it’s doing and it revels in it. It also has the unenviable task of connecting the tracks before it and after it, and dear lord does it ever. There aren’t many songs these days that truly tell a story, but this one does. Beginning to end, it takes you on a journey. Favorite Lyric: “Well, I feel everything, when I’m coming down is the most I feel alone...” 10/10, Outstanding

9 - Blinding Lights: I love this song to death, too. The synths, the words, the faint touch of hope. It’s uplifting in a way nothing else on the album is -- it’s about driving fast as you can in the middle of the night just to get to the person you love, praying you’ll get there in time. Ever since it came out last year, it’s helped me through a lot. When I’m sad, it helps me up. When I’m happy, it makes me smile. It might be the most perfect pop song Abel’s ever made. Favorite Lyric: “When I’m like this, you’re the one I trust.” 10/10, Outstanding

10 - In Your Eyes: This one knocked me flat. I wasn’t expecting another retro pop banger on the album, but uh, here it is. This one means a lot to me personally. It reflects a lot of feelings I’ve had over the years. There’s an acceptance in it, a sense of letting go and moving on while still being real about what stays, what matters. And it has a sax solo. Yeah. Favorite Lyric: “In your eyes you lie, but I don’t let it define you.” 10/10, Outstanding

11 - Save Your Tears: There’s something so...peaceful about this song. It reminds me of my dad and some of the 80s music he played when I was a kid. It has that nostalgic feel to it, you know? It’s different for Abel and I like it. At first I wasn’t sure what to think of it, but the more I listen the more I like it. Favorite Lyric: “You could’ve asked me why I broke your heart, you could’ve told me that you fell apart, but you walked past me like I wasn’t there, and just pretended like you didn’t care.” 9/10, Excellent

12 - Repeat After Me (Interlude): The vibe, the mood, the feel. This song goes deep and stays there. Like Alone Again, it’s like dipping into dark water and swimming a while, floating on a memory. Looking at old photos you probably should’ve deleted. Reading old messages from someone you should’ve blocked. It hurts, but it heals. Favorite Lyric: “You don’t love him if you’re thinking of me, you’re just fucking, it means nothing to me.” 9.5/10, Amazing

13 - After Hours: This one took us all by surprise, didn’t it? A six-minute track with a beat switch and enough atmosphere to make your jaw hit the floor. When it dropped it tipped everyone off that this album was going to be special. The song itself is so fluid, so smooth, displaying everything Abel’s learned since he began. It’s a masterpiece that perfectly sums up every theme on the album and then some. Favorite Lyric: All of it, but especially the chorus and the bridge. 10/10, Outstanding

14 - Until I Bleed Out: If Snowchild is like walking an empty city at night, this song is like stumbling out an alley as dawn hits the streets, blood running down your side. Bathed in that red light, begging to be let go. It’s the fitting book-end to where this album started, closing the chapter with nowhere left to go. It doesn’t leave with easy answers, it doesn’t tell you everything is fine. But it acknowledges a change. Favorite Lyric: “Well I don’t wanna touch the sky no more, I just wanna feel the ground when I’m coming down...And I don’t even wanna get high no more, I just want it out of my life...” 9/10, Excellent

Final Rating for the Album: 9.5/10, Amazing

[gin-and-total-annihilation]

more spop not!fic that actually turns into fic bc i am trash

I will preface this entirely-too-long post by saying I’ve read very, very little spop fanfic, and the few I’ve read since s5 dropped are all Catradora oneshots that are, um, a little hyperfocused. (Read: Y’all really have some Ideas about how a sword lesbian and a cat lesbian have The Sex, don’tcha.) So it’s entirely probably that the scenario I’m imagining here has been done before, possibly a lot, and likely better than how I’ve imagined it. This is me, 15 minutes late with Starbucks.

But can you imagine how hard it would be for Catra to integrate into the Princess Alliance? I mean, the show depicts the BFS adopting her pretty much immediately with, like, zero hesitations over their past history with her (a few sarcastic one-liners tossed here and there don’t count as processing, imho). But the kingdom at large? Not to mention the other kingdoms? Catra was the face of the invasion for such a long time. She had a specific angle to take out She-Ra, the ubiquitously-loved and lauded hero of Etheria. Yes, she helped save the planet/universe from Horde Prime, but once the banners and balloons come down, there’s still a reckoning to be had.

Mermista alternately pokes fun at Catra for being afraid of water, and takes any opportunity to “accidentally” splash her

Netossa brings a squirt bottle to any meeting where Catra is invited, and offers at some point to make Adora a magic leash for her

Frosta doesn’t particularly say or do anything, but she makes extra sure to exude icy menace in Catra’s direction. Okay, one time she maybe accidentally zings Catra during iceball, but everyone else thought it was funny!

Out of respect for Scorpia’s friendship with Catra, Perfuma doesn’t stoop to playing pranks, but she does pointedly remark on how muddled Catra’s chi is, a lot. Sometimes in the middle of a meeting, if Catra is arguing with someone, Perfuma will airily announce to the whole room that negative energy is starting to interfere with their goals again, and it looks like she’ll have to sage the meeting room again. After which Catra usually just gives up and sulks in silence

Micah is fairly neutral on the subject of Catra, considering she’s part of his daughter’s “best friend squad” and is also dating She-Ra, Princess of Power, demigod of the wind and sea, vanquisher of Horde Prime, hero of Etheria. But he does get moody sometimes looking at the mural of Angella, and a couple of times he’ll go Dad Mode and tell Glimmer she reminds him of her mother, but then he’ll glance at Catra and change the subject.

And like, Catra gets it, okay? She fucked up. She was the bad guy. And these people are princesses. If there’s anything Catra knows is true, it’s that princesses are champions at Not Letting It Go. So she mostly just lets it roll off her shoulders. (Okay, yes, sometimes she goads them, and yes, she should keep her mouth shut more instead of trading barbs, but what do you want from her? Being catty is her thing.) After all, she got her happily ever after. She got Adora. And that’s really all that she cares about. So a couple of whiny, poofy, pastel-wearing bimbos wanna take cheap shots at her? Ha. Catra wrote the book on petty. She grew up in the Horde. Let ‘em do their worst. 

Except Adora gets Big Mad about it.

I imagine Adora not only notices how the other princesses act around Catra, she sees Catra doing her best to ignore it. Melog is a pretty good indicator of Catra’s temper, and so it’s clear that the hazing irritates the shit out of Catra, but true to her word, she’s been working on her anger, so aside from sarcasm the worst anyone gets out of a her is a scowl, a flicking tail and ears, and Melog’s brief display of red-tinged spines and growling. 

So Adora is proud, seriously! Catra has come a long way from where she was in the Horde. But Adora, the OG “Punch Your Feelings Out Guy”, wants to remind the other princesses that Catra’s not the only one who changed sides.

Naturally, she does this by losing her temper and shouting them down during another all-princess meeting where everyone is subtly picking on Catra.

“What is your problem? Catra’s on our side now! Why are you all still acting like this?”

Mermista, never one to back down from a verbal slap-fest, gamely engages. “Um, not everyone thinks that just because Catra made, like, one good choice, she gets a free pass on all her other ones.”

“Forgiveness is a process, Adora,” says Perfuma primly, ignoring the glare Adora sends her way. “You can’t expect everyone to accept Catra immediately. We need time to work through our negative associations with Catra so that we can begin the healing process.”

Catra rolls her eyes, but Adora throws her hands in the air. “Immediately? It’s been months! And you’re not working through anything! You’re bullying her!”

At this point, Catra is almost offended at all this implies. “Uh, excuse me, no one bullies me, okay. I can take anything they throw at me.”

“Ha, that’s funny,” says Netossa sweetly. “Because that’s not what you say anytime I have this in my hand!” She brandishes the squirt bottle, and Catra’s ears flatten but she keeps herself from flinching.

Adora slaps the table. “See! Bullying!”

“Adora, calm down,” says Glimmer, sighing with a hand over her eyes. At her side, Bow splays both hands in a gesture that simultaneously tries to placate everyone.

“Okay, look, everyone,” he says. “A couple of jokes are one thing, but Adora’s got a point. It’s going a little too far.”

“Oh? Was it also going a little too far when Catra wrecked my castle and destroyed Princess Prom?” says Frosta, crossing her arms.

“Or when she decimated the Whispering Woods?” adds Perfuma.

“Or when she attacked my kingdom?” Mermista, chin on fist, rolls her eyes. “And, you know, stole it for a while.”

“Or when she sent Entrapta to Beast Island?” Perfuma turns to put a hand on Entrapta’s shoulder, but Entrapta’s eyes have gone starry.

“Oooh, I liked Beast Island! The tech there was superb! Maybe I can go back with all the resources at my disposal, now that I’m not an exiled prisoner anymore, and see if I can finally succeed in reversing the polarity of the--”

“See,” says Perfuma hastily, “she was exiled and a prisoner! With no, um, resources!”

“Look, Adora, it’s great that you and Catra are happy together,” says Frosta, with the deadpan expression of a fourteen-year-old who does not mean a single thing she says. “But I still don’t like her.”

“My heart breaks,” mutters Catra, but Adora leans over the table, eyes closing in a bid for patience.

“I’m not asking anyone to like her. I’m just saying, stop bullying her.”

“Uh, again, I’m not--”

Adora spears Catra with a single look, and Catra subsides, a little stunned at the turbulence in her girlfriend’s eyes.

“It’s mean,” Adora goes on, “and it’s pointless, since Catra is on our side now. I know there’s history there, but we are in the process of rebuilding Etheria and creating an example to show the other worlds we’re trying to reach. So just--chill, okay?”

A moment of silence greets this declaration. Then Frosta looks away with a snort.

“I’ll show her some chill,” she mutters.

Catra desperately wants to roll her eyes. “Give it a rest, kid.”

Frosta shoots to her feet, a layer of ice sheeting the table under her hands. “Don’t talk down to me, Horde scum!”

Melog leaps onto the table, its mane blazing so deep a red it’s nearly black. Chaos erupts as various shouts of “Melog, no!” and “Watch out!” tangle in the air. Catra rises from her seat, alarmed that Frosta is about to ice-punch her alien cat, when thunder cracks and a deep, throaty voice shouts, “Enough!”

She-Ra stands in battle stance, glowering at the room’s occupants, light pouring off her. The sword is held in a neutral rest position in her hand, though every inch of her (and there’s a lot of them) seems to be vibrating with energy.

Catra clears her throat as Melog instantly goes liquid-blue and pounces to She-Ra’s side, curling around and around her legs with undisguised adoration.

Melog, it seems, has no concept of chill.

The princesses all resume their seats, staring at the beast they’d been seconds from attacking as it practically rolls on the ground at She-Ra’s feet. Their eyes go from She-Ra to Melog to Catra, who expertly pretends to be unaffected and unblushing.

“Catra is not a threat,” says She-Ra in that voice, and Melog agrees blissfully, rubbing its head against her hip. Catra opens her mouth to protest, but sighs and shuts up. No point in protesting that you’re a badass when your psychic mood-ring therapy cat goes belly-up anytime your hot warrior girlfriend looks at you.

“Catra deserves another chance. She’s already proven herself by helping us defeat Prime.” She-Ra lays a single hand on Melog’s head. Catra wants to bury her face in her hands at the sound the alien cat makes.

“But how can we trust her when she used to fight for the Horde!” protests Frosta.

“So did I,” says She-Ra quietly, and it’s like all the air gets sucked out the room.

“So did Entrapta and Scorpia--” Perfuma’s eyes drop to the table at this. “--and you, Mermista--” Mermista sighs, but doesn’t argue. “and Spinnerella--” Even though She-Ra’s voice is gentle, Spinnerella’s eyes still well with tears, and Netossa tries to glare while she comforts her wife, but even she looks guilty. “--and King Micah, and Shadow Weaver--” Even though Glimmer wasn’t one of the princesses giving Catra shit, she still winces and leans closer to Bow. “And we gave every single one of them a second chance before the war was even ended. What makes Catra different from them?”

“She wasn’t mind-controlled!” argues Frosta.

“Yes, she was!” shoots back She-Ra, and Catra can’t help the flinch, the instinct to reach back and rub her neck. Her hair is just starting to be long enough to cover the faint scar of the implant.

“Okay, for like, a second, but even before Horde Prime, Catra was--”

“Catra and I were both abused and manipulated by Shadow Weaver.” There’s a thread of pain in She-Ra’s voice now. “From the time we were infants. We never stood a chance against her.”

“But you escaped,” says Perfuma, almost as a question. “You changed your mind about the Horde, and you left.”

Catra stares at the table. She can feel She-Ra’s eyes glance toward her. Melog gives a solemn mrow of comfort, pulsing aqua-blue. Without warning, light flares again and Adora is standing at Catra’s side, hands empty.

“If I hadn’t found the sword in the Whispering Woods, it would have been me marching on your kingdoms,” says Adora, and everyone shuffles uncomfortably. “I was chosen to be Force Captain just a couple hours before. It was dumb luck that I fell off that skiff and landed where I did.”

“It was destiny,” argues Perfuma. “You were chosen to be She-Ra! You would have found the sword at some point!”

“By that point, would it have mattered?” Adora’s hand strokes Melog’s ears. Catra swears she can feel the ghost of those fingers on her own head. “I wouldn’t have had Bow and Glimmer to show me what the Horde was really doing. I would have had Shadow Weaver and Hordak reinforcing my training.”

“You would have found a way to become She-Ra,” says Perfuma earnestly. “The universe would have aligned somehow--”

“And whose kingdom would have already fallen to the Horde by the time that happened?” Adora lifts her hands helplessly. “Don’t you get it? If I hadn’t discovered I was She-Ra, I would have become Catra.”

They stare at her, apparently never having put the dots together before. Catra, who has always been smarter than these princesses, leans back in her chair.

“Maybe,” she says, smirking up at her girlfriend. “But I wore it better.”

aslfja;lskdjfl;a this is already too long and it half-morphed into fic, so I’ll just summarize by saying everyone is a little sorry that they’ve been bullying Catra, and Catra refuses to admit she’s been bullied because of course she does, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t hugely touched and grateful that for once Adora fought to protect her from her princess friends. The Alliance goes forward with the intent of trying to behave better towards Catra. It helps that they saw Melog turn into a jello-mold as soon as She-Ra appeared, so they have proof positive that Catra is indeed not a threat and is in fact secretly a jello mold herself. The bullying turns into heckling whenever Catra and Adora goo-goo-eye each other. Which is a lot. Frosta makes an ice sculpture of Catra swooning into Adora’s arms (her art skills mysteriously improve enough to clearly depict Catra with heart eyes and Adora with bulging biceps). Perfuma decorates it with flowers. Netossa puts a forcefield net around it so Catra can’t destroy it. Catra sulks and Adora flexes her muscles to make her feel better. the end???

bonus line I couldn’t figure out how to incorporate: “Uh, Entrapta has two Hordaks and I don’t see anyone giving her crap about them!”

[lordofcrowns]

                                    ➤   “If I were to warn you, what would I say...?”

C A P T A I N  C Y R I L  S T A C Y

Cyril is highly defensive, hard to hit, and extremely quick to punish anyone that gets in his melee range. Melee to mid-range is where he’s the most dangerous, because that puts his opponent both within bullwhip range, and grabbing range. In combat, Cyril’s motive is always to subdue his adversary, not to kill. His goal is to force them to surrender, and he will employ whatever nefarious and cruel tactics he must in order to manage this swiftly. He will grapple, choke, bruise, beat and break bones without hesitation if he has to.

His bullwhip is the weapon he’s the most proficient and dangerous with, as well as being the weapon with which he can inflict the most pain and fear. Typically his whip is used for crowd control - it is most often utilized to halt someone’s retreat. It’s common for people to attempt to flee, only to be tangled up in the coils and yanked back into Cyril’s range. It’s common for individuals to suffer dislocated joints or snapped limbs when this happens, to say nothing of the way the whip cuts into the skin upon latching onto them.

Once someone is stunned, entangled, or otherwise slowed enough for Cyril to get a firm grasp, he can use his right hand to shock them and effectively paralyze them long enough to shackle or bind them. In most encounters, once he’s shocked someone, unless there is outside intervention - the fight between those two is over.

U N T O U C H A B L E

While it’s no secret the Captain keeps his right eye covered, the reason as to why widely remains a mystery. Those oblivious to his name and reputation will typically assume he lost that eye somehow, or perhaps that he keeps it covered as some sailors prefer to do, to allow for better sight in the darkness below decks as well as to sharpen one’s aim. Few ask, as it’s of course terribly rude to pry into such things.

Those who do know of him will often insist the covered eye is magic, a source of power and the very thing that renders him “untouchable”. Rumors often circulate that this magic eye is also the source of the crackling lightning that sparks and manifests from his right hand, allowing him to knock people down for the count so easily once he merely gets a hold of them.

As if to deliberately reinforce the frankly wild belief and ridiculous rumors that he is invincible, Cyril outwardly bears no scars nor marks on his body.

[ bold for often  //  italicize for situational  //  strikethrough for never ]

commander /  duelist / “honorable” / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting /  stealthy  / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities /  has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting  / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  / renowned for their skill / trained ( sword and shield ) /  untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

╳   F L A W S

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔   S T R E N G T H S

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

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Full stat breakdown & continued Cyril related ramblings under the cut:

C O M B A T  M O D E :  C A P T A I N  C Y R I L  S T A C Y

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  STRENGTH ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  OFFENSE ★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  DEFENSE ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  SPEED ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  —  DURABILITY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  ACCURACY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  AGILITY ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  STAMINA ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  TEAMWORK ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  STEALTH ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  MELEE ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  BLADES ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  BLUNT ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  RANGED ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  MAGIC ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  TRAPS ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  MEDIC & ★★★★★★★★★★  —  BULLWHIP

G E N T L E  D I S C L A I M E R : Cyril is written more akin to a thriller genre villain, sometimes teetering over into horror depending on the situation - while still being set in high fantasy. I just realize he might be a bit much, perhaps too dark or violent, depending on your preferred entertainment genre / expectations, so please consider this a soft warning if that’s not something you enjoy!

O V E R V I E W   [ C O N T I N U E D ] :

When in a fight, Cyril typically will come across collected, poised and honestly rather cocky. Cyril is something of an expert at breaking people’s morale and shattering their confidence, and that kind of behavior on his part often starts the very moment he and an opponent, or potential opponent, meet. Cyril will insult, belittle, talk down to, and make a great display of pity towards his adversary - this usually includes offering them ample opportunities to surrender to him before things get bloody.

In the inevitability that someone refuses to surrender, he’ll then dare them to prove themselves to him, which he will equate to proving themselves worthy of autonomy. Cyril will demand their attention and effort, and rather playfully jeer at them the whole time, especially if they seem distracted in any way [ say, for example, if he’s holding their loved one(s) hostage ]. That, however, is typically only his behavior at a distance, or as the fight begins and the two are getting a feel for one another.

Once a fight picks up, and especially once Cyril’s genuinely in melee range - you can expect him to start pushing and forcing himself into his opponent’s personal space. Definitely a byproduct of his confidence, but also typically something he can get away with due to sheer size and strength. He’ll grab, grope, and try to get people into uncomfortable holds they can’t easily wriggle out of. Choke-holds are common, whether he’s wrapped his arm about their neck from behind, or simply clasped his hand about their throat. Getting up in someone’s space may also mean pinning them to the wall, or pinning them down on the ground - he’s skilled at grappling and comfortable with either. It’s also common, both as a way to disorient as well dishearten, for Cyril to slap an opponent if he sees an opening. Usually a slap in the face is paired with an insult - maybe they let their guard down, maybe their footwork is poor - whatever it may be, Cyril will capitalize on any chance to humiliate his opponent.

In addition to getting uncomfortably close, one can expect him to snarl, shout, curse, and even growl at his opponents. Words may still be exchanged, but instead of playful banter one might instead hear whispered threats or extremely dark insinuations and other foul comments. It starts to sound like he’s finished being playful, though that isn’t necessarily the case. After all, he usually treats people like playthings, and encounters are often a game played at his leisure. Cyril likes to scare people, and he likes to see their reactions. He also just so happens to be entirely too willing to make good on any threat he whispers.

At his worst, if an opponent refuses to go down, or say his temper is getting the better of him - Cyril’s restraint will falter and he’ll start being unnecessarily violent. His temper is notoriously fickle, so whether his reaction is appropriate for the encounter he lashes out in or not is hard to say. He has a history of beating people bloody - be it with his whip, his body, or both - until they pass out. Cyril has kicked and crushed people under his boot hard enough to shatter bones and crack ribs, as well as doubtless inflicting many a concussion slamming people against this or that structure. His temper boiling over to such a degree as to see such behavior is rare... but not as rare as it should be.

O U T   O F  C H A R A C T E R  N O T E S :

Cyril is written to be a powerful and ideally ( if I’m doing my job right ;; ) terrifying villain to go up against. He’s supposed to feel impossible to overpower, coupled with losing to him of course having massive & heavy repercussions - both for a hero / heroine and for that individual’s loved ones. I really wanted him to be scary and unforgivable.

While not invincible in any way, he would like to have others believe he is. Therefore, he invests no small amount of effort into selling that invincible image, with a generally rather high success rate. Rumors abound of an “untouchable” Captain Stacy, who boasts no scars and loses no duel. Which... it’s true he’s not yet lost a duel, but why that is can be written about another time.

I’ve written Cyril to intentionally be a villain that someone cannot simply overpower with brute force. Winning against Cyril is going to take strategy, forethought, and ultimately in some cases, stooping to his level or even flirting with a diplomatic relationship. He is a pirate, after all, pirates love to parley.

He’s generally meant to put a hero / heroine in a difficult position, where they’re forced to make decisions and do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do in order to defeat him, because again - simply overpowering him is not going to work. And at the same time, he cannot just be ignored or avoided, because his trade and his tendencies are too cruel and intrusive to cast a blind eye towards. Morally, he cannot be allowed to continue what he does, and someone has to put an end to it. I wanted to make him a villain that challenged heroes on a deeper level than just physical strength.

At least, all of that is what I hope for when I write him. Did I succeed? Who knows. 

Thank you for reading! 🌹

[monster-of-master]

lfc; Sekh’a Okohwe.

The Basics ––– –

NAME:  Sekh’a Okohwe. AGE:  Late twenties. BIRTHDAY:  Twenty-fifth sun of the first Astral Moon. RACE:  Keeper of the Moon. GENDER: Male. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, polyamorous. MARITAL STATUS: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR:

Smoky-white, and bound in a neat tail bound by a leather strap, that lets it fall below his shoulder-blades. He keeps a relatively clean head of hair, though its cut is uneven in places and its ends somewhat frayed, as if he trims it with a blade that lost its bite long ago.

EYE:

They stand out, and are likely the first thing that one might notice upon meeting him. An eerily pale yellow shine sees them with a dull glow, and it isn’t uncommon for them to flit around erratically. It's no twitch borne from anxiousness or a lack of focus, but instead a desire to keep the goings-on of his environment tracked and well in the forefront of his mind.

HEIGHT:

Six fulms, or thereabouts.

BUILD:

Bitter conflict and bloody strife are abiding companions in the world beyond the civilized borders of man-made laws, and it was this savage crucible that bore Sekh'a. His shape is that of a consummate hunter, the dedication of his life in pursuit of martial perfection producing a physique trim and toned. Broad of shoulders and sturdy of limbs, with lean musculature packed tightly behind the stretch of swarthy flesh, Sekh'a's build satisfies the condition for an ideal predator's frame, suitable at stalking prey for long stretches of time, which is a source of great pride. From the jaggedly strewn scars that decorate his skin to the coarse, and calloused flesh of his hands, Sekh'a appears both well-seasoned, and well-traveled—and no stranger at all to turmoil.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A mask of stygian warpaint smeared across his eyes, and he’s not often—if ever—seen without it. This is one of the few things that he’s meticulous about insofar as his appearance goes.

His wounds are left to heal on their own without the aid of magic to dull pain or whisk away evidence of a misstep, and are seen as a prideful thing, displayed openly. They serve as a roadmap detailing every deed—good or ill—that has shaped his life, and the gnarled, and jagged evidence of past encounters with both man and beast stretch over his arms, belly, and back. Claw, tooth and blade make up the bulk of the unsightly marks that bite into his flesh.

Tattoos are present and compete for territory with the above mentioned scar tissue, though these are far less prominent insofar as quantity. Fanciful line-work of markings that are just as easily mundane as they are magical encircle in his wrists and a wolves fanged and gnashing, bloodied maw that drips from a prior feast, sits over the space atop his right set of ribs.

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Hunter, trapper, tracker, collector. HOBBIES:  Cartography, drawing, alchemy, gambling, people-watching. LANGUAGES:  Eorzean common. RESIDENCE: Gridania, presently, though he travels frequently. BIRTHPLACE: Eastern Shroud. RELIGION: Menphina, the Lover. FEARS: Becoming complacent, loss of control, falling into a mundane routine, too much quiet in his life.

Relationships ––– –

SPOUSE: None. CHILDREN:  None. PARENTS: Dead and buried, as far as he’s aware, or keen to speak of. SIBLINGS:  Dead and buried, as far as he’s aware, or keen to speak of. OTHER RELATIVES: None worth discussing. ACQUAINTANCES: Sekh’a keeps the status and identities of those he has dealings with confidential.

Traits ––– –

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathic / unempathic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between

Additional Information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Flaws

moody | short-tempered (when drunk) | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

RP Hooks ––– –

Trophy Hunter

The thrill of the chase is what truly fuels Sekh'a, be his prey beast or man. Beast slaying and particularly bounty hunting are bread and butter, part and parcel of his life, the latter bringing him contact and working for unsavory individuals. It keeps him flush with coin however, to fund other aspects of his life. Though he ordinarily prefers to work alone—treating this endeavor like it's some intimate and venerated, holy rite—he has been known in the past to take on an accompanying of fellow warriors, if the target is of a particularly volatile nature.

When working with others however, he does demand first choice of trophy, only rarely waiving this perceived 'right'.

Chasing Shadows

When mindless beasts threatening the livelihood of the common folk and debtors skipping town with only the shirts on their backs fail to satisfy the itch, Sekh'a seeks to tackle more vicious prey—voidsent. It's of no surprise then that one of Sekh'a's primary interests is that of that great and fallen empire of eld, Mhach, and the legacy they left behind in this world regarding these otherworldly horrors. A rumor churning within the mill amidst the city-states' occult inclined persons state that there is an individual with an insatiable appetite for such relics, though the reasons behind this search vary person to person, day to day. Some speak of him as some ravenous, maligned beast that seeks to follow in the accursed footsteps of void-mages and demon summoners, gobbling up every speck of forbidden power he can, enslaving these eldritch abominations to do his will. Others describe him as a virtuous—if delusional—soul trying to save the world, by keeping the threat of this collection that he's amassed under stern lock and key. The truth may lie very well somewhere in the middle. Tomes, idols, and other paraphernalia or anything resembling a lead to where such items can be found are said to fetch a heavy purse of gil, they say—or a suitably acceptable trade.

Tribal Roots

Though by and large disassociated with his clan as of late—and rarely chatty about them if asked—some small part of Sekh'a does still enjoy the notion of reconnecting with others still adhering to the lifestyle.

Misfits & Malcontents

Sekh'a opens up to few, and allows even less to glimpse even a glimmer of his personal affairs. These types, however, tend to be the ones that he gets on with most; those that don’t fit into societal norms and who fall through the cracks. Pariahs and those deemed untouchable need look no further in their search of a willing ear to listen to their stories—their great tribulations—and if he's moved enough by them, they might find a helping hand on offer.

OOC Section ––– –

Hello, hi. Here’s the feller that I’m playing primarily on XIV, Crystal datacenter, and he’s going to be occupying this space with his WoW counterpart. Much of my OOC stuff is already detailed and or being added to on my carrd, so I’ll just go ahead and link that.

Link to carrd HERE

[404fmdminjung]

creative claims verification ; baby goodnight 

summary: partial lyrics / full composition for this song. minjung calls her friend late at night to come up with something. @fmdsan warnings: none wc: 1065 (not including lyrics)

it’s midnight and she thinks that today — there’s an edge to the loneliness that usually climbs about this hour. nothing special, just a hint of something different. because tonight, it comes like dejavu where the moon comes and it’s the the time of night too early in the morning but too late for the moon to stay afloat in the sky. it’s the hour where the sky smears into yellows, blues and grays — lighting up the world in a cloud of something partially hidden.

and minjung reaches for a small keyboard gifted by a friend — the keyboard of nothing more than thirty keys, and a white elephant joke that trails the flit of laughter that follows when she thinks of it.

but today, she doesn’t want to write alone nor does she want to waste away the inspiration that follows through bare hours of sleep and a wrecking ache of fatigue. instead, her hands glide over to the phone — a callback of something moody and jazzy hitting before the voice on the other line catches it off guard. 

“hello?” the voice is groggy, half-asleep. it sounds like a painted picture of normalcy of any human at the time that strikes after four am.

“hey — i have an idea. want to hear?” 

“you couldn’t have waited till a normal time to call? minjung, you haven’t been sleeping have you?”

he knows her better than most people these days — a partner in crime that listens to her complaints and the owner of the keyboard’s first home. and she doesn’t fail to lie through her teeth nor hide away her woes with a haphazard smile. minjung wears honesty tonight.

“i have an idea for a song, but maybe not for me — but it’s still an idea. i want you to listen and give me feedback.”

she starts with an arpeggio in a minor — hits it flat with the chord at the end. it’s all she has, and all her fingers can manage to mangle together in this state of chaos that leaves her fervent.

“baby good night.” 

her voice is gentle this time, and void of anything abrasive. it’s soft, gentle. it sounds like a juxtaposition of something sultry, yet vulnerable. and she doesn’t stop, no. she continues on with the string of ‘baby goodnights’ lulling itself, hugging itself against the string of chords that maneuver up and down, and then back to the first. 

and it’s the first time the song doesn’t hit her at first glance, or first strike. it remains obscured, blurred. there’s nothing clear-cut about the edge that she wants to paint into words. what she wants is a portrait of 5 am seductive, yet hopeless love. 

in the end, what she gets is a continuation of her own voice singing the same words and the same chords to key it into her mind.

“that’s what you called me for? it doesn’t sound like a ballad or your weird music.” constructive criticism, she takes it with a grain of salt.

“it’s why i called you — i wanted to add a rap to it. but i don’t know if the rhyme flow works with what i want. i want moodiness, low drags. slow motion, in love. uncertainty.”

the keys sound lonely, but loneliness isn’t what she wants trapped inside the words ‘goodnight.’ she wants it to sound lovely — the color of moody dark blues. 

“when the darkness of the black night finds us those beautiful eyes close off... drift off.. i sit by your bed and caress your hair looking into your face, i want to convey my love i wish time would stop like this you’re so beautiful.”

the words don’t come out of her lips coherently — they’re slurred. awkward pauses in between. lumped together and she’s left with the aftermath of stitched sentences and hard-to-make lyrics till it hits clean in her mind. the beat is off, and her hand fades away from the keys for a brief second — minjung leaves herself with nothing more than palms clapped, a manual metronome to keep her grounded to the slow-moving beats. and it comes like piece by piece, fitting into place the claps and the chords all at once. a mental note for later when she drafts this on logic.

“what do you think so far?”

“i don’t know why you’re calling me when you already seem to have it written — you want me to kiss your ass or something?”

her nose wriggles up inside the thought of narcissism touching her bones, and she reverts back to the chords of a minor and f minor — another love song, she writes. and she’s become this machine that only writes odes to two things — love and the absence of it. nothing in between. 

today, minjung feels sweet.

“know how much i love you like a picture of a child and frozen before a shadow nothing i can do—”

the voice on the other hand stops her short — “you’re being awfully cringe for a person who only knows morbid humor and self-ruination.”

it forces a laugh out her system again, she stops — drops the keys even though it remains echoing inside her mind. it’s jazzy. it’s rich, it’s luxurious. and the sounds melt together to draw out 5 am inside her mind.

“hang up, i’ll call you when you’re not being a dick.”

she doesn’t bother pressing the red glint on her phone, no. she remains sit-down, hanging herself on the words she’s written. a rap sounds foreign, different to what she wants to convey — it sounds harsh. gritty. and ablates the intentions that’s fueled her inspiration. so, she aborts to what she does best — hums and drags of a whiny voice that garners no attention. falling between a lines of r&b, and subtle traces of staccato rap.

a sing-song reiteration of the words she’s written on a notebook laid flat in front of a keyboard. her fingers spread out on the keys once more — arpeggios to straight chords seize the room, and she taps her toes to the floor to mimic the sounds of the clap — the base of the song half-complete.

but by the time she drops back down to reality, the light from the sun piercing the window sill becomes another reminder of a day lost to frantic inspiration and a no-go song of uncertainty.

[hajimesh]

It’s been a long time.

40s – 50s AU

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Coming home from work all you want to do is spend the rest of the day in the comfort of your husband’s arms.

A/N: this is based on the scene in endgame so maybe it counts as a spoiler? but like, that’s it. also, this is my first time writing for steve so i’d appreciate it if you let me know what you think!

*WARNINGS* tiny endgame spoiler, but a spoiler nonetheless.

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Work was very chaotic today.

First you arrived late because your car broke down midway and you had to walk– more like run– ten blocks on your 4 inch heels to make it on time and still, you were late by ten minutes.

Then your boss was in quite a mood, so you had to deal with his moody ass for the entire day because he wouldn’t let you out for your lunch break, saying that there were loads of work to do when in reality he just wanted to make everyone as miserable as he was.

Once you clocked out you practically ran out of the building afraid that he might make you stay extra hours. Grabbing a taxi you made your way home, sighing in exhaustion as you saw the rain drops falling on the window. You couldn’t help but feel relieved at the thought of finally seeing your husband.

Steve and you had just gotten married a month ago and you were still trying to work out the newly-wed life. His job at the newspaper allowed him to work at home most of the time, totally the opposite of you as you were out in the city most of the day.

Fumbling with the keys you try, and fail, to enter your home. It takes you a solid minute to finally open the door and as soon as you step in, you feel welcomed by the smell of your husband’s cologne. You quickly remove your shoes and groan at the feeling, you still don’t know why you even bother wearing them. Padding across the main hall, you make your way to the small studio where you’re one hundred percent sure Steve will be. And you’re not wrong. Sitting on his chair with his elbows resting on the table surface you watch as he traces his pencil furiously against the paper. His brows are drawn together and he’s biting his goddamn lip. Rolling your eyes, you finally approach him by encircling your arms around his neck from the back.

“Can you stop biting your lip, please?” You ask him sarcastically.

Steve stops drawing and puts down his pencil before turning around. Releasing your grip on him, you allow him to face you properly and he grabs you by the waist, placing you on his lap. You curl around him without thinking it twice, it’s like a second nature for you to be so close to him all the time and he definitely doesn’t mind.

“Why?” He raises his brows, faking confusion. “Does it bother you?” He has to stop himself from laughing at the scowl on your face.

You roll your eyes once again and narrow your eyes at him. “You know why.”

He finally laughs, crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. Your heart soars at the sight and you give in into his contagious laughter. Once you both calm down he pulls you closer to him and you put your arms around his shoulders, resting your head on the crook of his neck.

The thought of finally having a home with him makes you sigh. There’s nothing better in the world than coming home from work, after a long day, and getting to curl around the love of your life.

“I missed you.”

Steve looks down at you as he hears your words and smiles.

“I know doll, I missed you too.” Kissing your forehead, he squeezes your sides before kissing you again, this time on your cheek.

You stay like that for five minutes until Steve starts feeling his leg cramp. He shuffles around for a bit, trying to come up with a comfier position but you notice him struggling and you decide to stand up.

“Stevie, let’s make dinner” You whine as you offer him your hand. “I’m starving.”

He takes it, pulling himself from the chair and hugs you instead. He starts rocking you side to side and at first you start to laugh but your hunger is bigger so you push him away from you.

“Steve!”

He says your name in a whiny tone in return and you look at him with a pout on your lips.

“Honey, I’m really hungry.”

He finally gives up and starts making his way to the kitchen with you behind him.

“You think I don’t notice but I know you only love me when I cook for you.” He says in a fake, offended tone and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth.

“Oh Steve, you caught me!” You widen your eyes as you act surprised in a very dramatic way. “Can we get the divorce now?”

He stops what he’s doing to look at you. Turning around, he narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. He would’ve looked intimidating if it weren’t for the words Mr. Good Lookin’ is Cookin’ written on the apron Bucky gave him as a wedding gift.

You raise your eyebrow at him and he lets out a dramatic sigh. “Can’t believe I married this woman.” He mumbles to himself but you hear him anyway.

“Hey!”

He winks at you and you scoff. Shaking your head, you go to the living room. There are some pillows, blankets and beer bottles lying around from Steve’s and Bucky’s movie night. You pick up the bottles first and take them to the kitchen making sure to give Steve a look. He notices and smiles sheepishly at you. You proceed to fold the blankets when you notice the gramophone on the corner of the room and you recall Steve’s improvised dance a few minutes ago. Leaving the blanket on the couch, you fetch one of the records you recently purchased and place it on the gramophone.

Steve’s head immediately lifts as he hears the music coming from the other room. Curiosity gets the best of him and he walks until he’s standing a few meters away from you. He’s leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and a grin on his face when you notice him.

“C’mere, Steve!”

He shakes his head but obeys you nonetheless. Wrapping his arms around you he sways the both of you to the rhythm of the music and you close your eyes, relishing on the feeling of him being so close to you.

Steve removes his hand from your back to lift your face and starts placing light kisses all over it. The tickling sensation makes you laugh and he uses this to his advantage by holding you tighter against him and lifting you from the floor. He’s spinning you around, murmuring sweet nothings on your ear and when he places you down you immediately look up at him. Your eyes lock with his and it’s in these kind of moments when you realize how much love you have for the man in front of you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

Nuzzling his nose against yours, Steve hums softly the song and at the same time his eyes stay locked with yours, not wanting to look away from you. His hands are now on your hips and he’s guiding you, making you dance all over the room careful of not bumping into anything.

A sudden smell catches your attention and you remember Steve was supposed to be cooking in the kitchen. Alarmed, you distance yourself from him and he groans, not happy with loosing your warmth. He manages to hug you again and you huff, resorting to say his name so he can divert his attention to you.

“Steve.”

“Mhm.” His fingers stroke lazily your lower back and you’re pretty sure he’s about to fall asleep on you.

You try again. “I think the food is burning.”

He hums, again and you’re growing annoyed by his lack of interest. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you rip yourself away from him and start walking towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Steve’s grip on your elbow. In a swift motion he pulls you back to his chest and wraps his arms around you again, resting the side of his face on top of your head.

“Screw the food.”

“Steve!”

You can’t believe him, the house could be on fire and he still wouldn’t care. He notices the slightly annoyed tone in your voice and lifts his face from your head, his hands cradle the sides of your face and he lifts it, making you look at him.

“Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean it like that.” He sees you pout and, unconsciously, traces your lips with his finger. “I’m sure the food will be alright, I just want to have my wife in my arms a little bit longer.”

It’s terrifying how he knows exactly what to say to make you melt. He sees the change in your attitude and smirks. He won and he knows it.

“You’re gonna get us killed one day.”

“But we’ll die happily,” He makes a dramatic pause before continuing. “In each other’s arms.”

He emphasizes his point by tightening his hold on you, making you hit him on his chest. He starts laughing, head rolling back and you decide to shut him up with a kiss. He clearly doesn’t mind, hands going to your waist as he deepens it but the big surprise comes when you open your eyes and find the room filled with smoke.

“Steve!”

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[ellipsesarefun]

Gossip.

Voltron fanfic.

390 prompts: 60, 61, 48, 7

A/N: prompt dialogues are italicized. Oh and that gossip really is true. Just.. tweaked it a bit. hahaha.

Cramming, studying, cramming. That's what everyone's been doing lately. Keith certainly isn't the exception to the rule. He has his own Embryology and Cell Biology notes to revise, as well as a Genetics report sheet to work on, and a thesis paper to draft and edit. He stacks up his textbooks and notebooks in one side and then rests the notebook, pen, and highlighter in front. 

Right. Everything is already settled. Keith was about to begin when a thunk sounded on the table and a large groan ringing his ears. Keith exhales an air he'd been holding in and ignores the person beside him.

"I can't do this anymore." Says his unsolicited seatmate. The familiar whiny voice is Lance, all right. Keith keeps his eyes on the paper, scribbling his notes.

"Fuck..." He hears Lance curse, "I feel like I've been hit by a car." Keith flicks a page and he continues his actions. Another sigh breaks loose but Keith steels his ignorance and careens away from his seatmate. He slides his textbook over and cracks open to a bookmarked page. 

Lance grumbles and repeats his complaints for what seems the second time (because somehow he's a never-ending stream of those Keith cares less to count). Keith shoots a glance to Lance shoving his books and notebooks; he smiles. 

"Frankly I couldn't care less." Keith obliges a reply. His retort is rewarded with a dry look. 

"I couldn't either." A third party intervenes. Keith turns to tousled ash orange hair and circular wire-rimmed glasses. 

"Hey Pidge." They bump fists and she pulls out a chair beside him.

"Watcha readin'?" She asks, straying away from his gaze to arch an eyebrow at Lance. She returns to her question to Keith before Lance starts a rapport. 

"Just on the chick embryo serial slide I missed to take pictures on." He says, lightly sliding towards her where the text faces her direction, "Do you have pics?" 

"Yea, hold on." She takes out her phone and shoves it to his side and continues to rummage through her things for other school materials. Without hesitation, he grasps it in his hands, swiping the password. He's done this a thousand times that Pidge wouldn't sick her robot on him whenever he looks at her messages by accident. Lance, however...

He glances at his other seatmate, who was already propped beside his shoulder, shining blue eyes fixated on the phone screen. 

Eh. Keith shrugs and thumbs the picture folder icon. The folder opens and he scrolls through the visual gallery. Somehow, there's quite enough slides that he's a little confused which one he's looking for. Her Histology class must be tackling the gastro-intestinal tract, he muses. When pink blobs take over the screen, he stops. He squints and taps on one of the pictures, revealing a pink blob of chick embryo with labeled parts in arrows and boxes.

"No way." Lance says, impressed, "Who has the time to do those things?" Keith snorts.

"People who like to ace in class handled by professors with favoritism issues." Pidge grumbles. She quickly arranges her notebooks and yellow pads in systematic order.

"Aren't you a Professor's favorite, though?" Lance points a finger at her. "Far from it!" She exclaims, batting his finger away from her line of sight, "I mean sure I get high grades but I'm more of a menace than an angel and professors don't like that. It's Acxa who is..."

"And that's a problem because...?" Lance trails off, and gestures at her with a tilt of his head to finish the sentence. She shakes her head.

"It's not Acxa who's the problem. It's Professor Haggar who is." Pidge rants. This isn't the first time Keith's seen her this haggard over anything (or anyone) but the overexaggerated squint of the eyes and warped frown is a sight. Even Lance is slowly backing away from Keith's side.

"What's this about Professor Haggar?" A muffled voice asks. All heads turn to Hunk munching on a cookie. Behind him follows Allura. Another beat of silence hasn't passed as Lance reiterates on Pidge's misery. When he finishes, the two have already taken their respective seats on the table. Beside Pidge, Hunk nods along.

"Yea, I get what you mean." Hunk empathizes as he chews the cookie on his stubby fingers, "Haggar has always been so moody. For the most part, she's okay with everyone except on her worst days." He opens his mouth, expecting the soft chocolate chip goodness on his tongue, only to munch on thin air. Hunk gasps, darting around for the cookie thief. His heated gaze lands on Lance, who was licking the remains of his last beloved bite.

"Hey! I was gonna eat that!" Hunk exclaims. The awful cookie thief merely smiles, not an ounce of guilt present in his smug look.

"Oops. Sorry. I was pretty hungry." His nonchalant demeanor wavers when chiding looks shoot at him from everyone around the table. Lance huffs and shrugs. Allura shakes her head and sighs.

"She quite has a noticeable favoritism, though." Allura chimes beside Hunk, tucking a lock of her white hair behind her ear,  "Sometimes she does cater to her students needs, but only when she seems available.  She often goes out for 'coffee breaks'," she draws air quotes, "but doesn't come back until the class session is over. There was an instance when Shiro spotted her with Professor Coran at the Tropical Hut by Altea Avenue."

"But You can't blame her." Hunk reasons, "Usually her Histology and Embryology lab classes are from eleven in the morning up until two in the afternoon. Of course she's going to be hungry at some point? Even the students go out to eat for thirty minutes."

"Yes, Hunk, but to not returning to her class until the session almost ends by ten or twenty minutes?" Allura rapports on. She exhales a frustrated sigh and fiddles with her long white curls. Pidge looks down to her right as her teeth gnaw at the bottom of her lip.

"I mean Histology and Embryology lab sessions are mostly looking at the slides and consulting the textbook?" Pidge says. Keith nods and looks at Allura. 

"Yea, and she always makes it a point to lecture a summary of the whole concept before she leaves us to our work." He says, "You really can't blame her." 

"But still." Allura insists with a glare. They all relent.

"Well, we can all agree that she has a tad bit of favoritism." Hunk says.

"More like over the top with an icing of her moodiness." Pidge mumbles. 

"True." That Keith can attest to. He's heard stories from a couple of his seniors about her. She had been a little too generous with certain students, like Acxa. Allowing extra questions after class, even to the point where she allows her favorites to her office.. Not once had he witnessed Professor Haggar snap at Acxa. And he's been with her throughout their entire block-terms and several other classes where Professor Haggar managed, as well as numerous study sessions with the rest of Acxa's group of friends.

Rumors fly around as her being terror thesis advisor. She has been known to provide vague instructions to students who are new to the field yet is seen to be helpful and hands on to specific people.. Would snap at anyone at certain times when they make a mistake yet would calmly criticize to a select few. So yea. Pidge has a point. 

"Hey guys, am I late?" All heads turn again to find a hulk of a man with an undercut bed-hair, dark circles under his eyes and two colored shoes. 

"Hey Shiro." Keith greets him. The said man lights up before flickering his eyes around his upper body.

"Hey, have you seen the...?" He maneuvers his hands around, circling himself until his hand reaches a paper stuck to his back, "Oh."  

"Are you okay?" Keith asks. Shiro turns around to him with a tired smile.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" He folds the paper and settles it on the table by the empty seat.

"You're wearing two different shoes."  Keith gestures down. Shiro follows his gaze and jolts at the sight. 

"Oops. I-oh god." He says, mortified. Keith waves a hand.

"It's all good, Shiro. We don't mind one bit." Keith assures him. Everyone else agrees along with him. He watches Shiro's face fall lax as he slouches down on his seat in between Pidge and Hunk. He closes his eyes and wow, does Keith see the thickness of those bags.

"I'm gonna nap for a few minutes." Shiro whispers, "Wake me up in a few minutes." They all say their affirmations before they return to whatever it is they're doing. The topic on Haggar has died down and Pidge is now scanning her notes. Hunk, Allura and Lance do the same, with another topic at hand. Keith casts a smile at the snoring Shiro and he quietly steers back to his notes. 

Sigh.

[ksmingyu-blog]

*waves* late to the party is my middle name aight lets get this party started kiddos hihi I'm Koko and ecstatic to be here at last~ do come say hi to my slow ass and my unfortunate child Mingyu -- he's just gone through some rough stuff but hides it behind a confident indifference & smiles & being too into other people’s business etc you’ll see--

anyhoo profile here (wip tbh) & background.. to remain undisclosed cause it's trash you don't need it, live in the suspense ha. take a look at my rules tho thanks I'm working on the rest bear with me, a snail supreme. do proceed forward for some random tidbits of info I guess?? also come plot with me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

so ye his family is mega rich and he's super spoiled always got what he wanted, mainly because he just asked for it ( nicely mind you he ain't one of those whiny sons of bishes ) and his parents were the worst they set little to no limits and apparently were incapable of denying him anything ever. not that he had to fight for stuff to begin with lmao

buuuut they were also very distant when it came to anything else other than making sure he was dutifully studying, which they put aggressive focus on. keyword 'aggressive'

used to accidentally say insensitive shit to people because he had no sense of tact back then honestly all his parents ever commented was how cute he was and gave him a pat on the head while sneering at the 'lesser beings' like what type of adulting

this all totally flew over his head though he never meant anything bad by the words and he just wanted to be friends with everyone and wished everyone was happy and had all the things he had bless this boy

he shared a lot of his stuff with his lil sis too simply because he wanted to. Mingyu adored her to space and back -- still does

the only loving, genuine, healthy and lasting relationship he's ever truly had is with his sister. would die for her. no hesitation.

literally his childhood as homeschooling started was just STUDYSTUDYSTUDY seven days a week his parents and teachers pretty much ran him to the ground before boy was even eight

he went to private schools for middle & high school. mostly focusing on studying still but as he had more freedom to do as he pleased without having anyone monitoring his every move he started making friends and stuff and wanting more-- it was a ride to say the least, he learned some wanted to befriend him just for his money which was hurtful tbh but also he doesn’t blame them?? much? only thing that really got to him in the long run was that everyone wanted something from him and had ulterior motives so he’s definitely prone to having some trust issues.

fast forward some years and his life is pretty much set for him by his parents and Mingyu has no say in it whatsoever, he will go to the school they picked ( paid their way in because honey you're great but we can't take risks this is very important for your future and interests... ) and major in what they want and get a damn scholarship if it kills him and he's realized there's no way out this is his price for having everything, he's living just to fulfil his parent’s goals and whims

so he acts like the good son and starts college and studies like mad because that's what he's accustomed to but also almost out of spite and sense of justice and wanting to show them-- show everyone who whispers behind his back about how he got into the school that he'll earn the grades by himself thank you very much

but he's so angry?? still?? and he's not the only one okay yeah so this small squad forms of all these justice seeking kids who never wanted this crycry ( i feel the need to point out Mingyu was partially happy to be in such a prestigious school but none of it was him ) and they start plotting all kinds of shit right yeah lets just say it got out of hand fast. real fast. if he learned something from the experience it was that money can buy you a whole lot of things, fun and pleasure, friends, but it doesn't buy you out of trouble. especially when it's made public-- BUT so hey keep in mind tho this was swept under the rug quick so it didn’t really spread anywhere.. save kids telling it forward but anyway you're curious aren't you hA keep guessing

he's humiliated, kicked out of the school right before Christmas, and now his parents are raging and a breath away from actually disowning him -- lbr they would neVER, just to save face. but they give him a last chance to redeem himself months later-- funny that, he's back to where he started, except in a worse school, with less value, less of everything, no friends ( not that he would call the ones from before any such now, fake hoes the lot of them ) and this time he has no support to speak of from anyone, much less parents beside a small fund ( let it be said this 'small fund' is still ridiculous compared to anyone struggling with their income like... his family has such distorted concept about spending money ) and orders on what they expect by the end of this school career at Keisung. namely that he's learned his lesson or some shit honestly Mingyu is over it by now he's just focusing on surviving and pawing way for himself and trying to find some resemblance of reason behind this entire farce

RELEVANT INFO;; throughout the 2 years he's never gone home for holidays, he never gets calls from his parents or anything else, only his sister keeps in contact with him regularly and has even visited ( in secret ). but his mom does text him when there's some important event he's expected to attend because they still expect certain things from him and his future. so he might be gone a random night and be EXREMELY moody/snappy/sensitive the next day...s. ye. it is not spoken of. don't ask. he wont tell anyway. it just fucks him up a lil, being any amount of time in the presence of his parents is like taking three steps back and he needs to bounce back from it. honestly this boy needs therapy. a way out. something. friends.

tbh he's in the way to becoming good in compartmentalizing, instead of dissociating which is.. good? I guess? progress??? like boy is so out of touch with his emotions to begin with don't even get me started-- it's kinda unstable progress all around he gets these pouts of sudden EMOTIONS and then tries to smother them bc he's so used to thinking he's not allowed to feel or express any of it

freshman year was utter hell for him, beside feeling dead exhausted over months of.. abuse, to put it nicely, and focusing more on healing and trying to adapt and keep afloat-- he also quickly learned to keep his mouth shut and stay in his corner and avoid any more trouble than he's been in already because it really did nothing to help his nerves-- the damage was done though and he was a target for a while until the storm calmed and he was more or less forgotten

just to twist the knife in his lungs his parents donated to the school and it was made public :)

by the end of the first year he made a resolution, refusing to step down and act a coward any longer, gaining back lost confidence ( be it fool's kind ) and tried to make himself an actual presence within the Inferiors, a title and group he detested before-- still does but tries to accept now cause there's little else he can do and isolating oneself is less than safe in this school. which is something he did throughout the first year pretty much. I mean a lot of it was also because he didn't have the energy to deal with people, needing space and shit

so yeah now as he's close to his junior year Mingyu has been making a name for himself sorta nothing grand but he's been more involved, more out there, giving less fucks yet still very cautious but that is only healthy in this environment

following that he's now stepping in as a second in command of the inferiors!! fun times I'm sure. also I totally assume the previous one was a senior who graduated? yeah roll with it

basically he tries to steer clear of conflicts while promoting healthy self assurance -- and not caring about what any jealous idiot spits at you-- giving a helping hand to the younger ones cause from own experience he's decided he might as well do something about this crappy social construct ruling the academy that does no good for anyone. but also if you come for him, if you come for ANY of them, he ain't gonna make it that easy

also he's a newly appointed student council treasurer, calling out shitty financial decisions by everyone and anyone cause while he likes to spend and throw his own money around ( old habits die hard ) for simple pleasures he's smart enough to know to do such only because he can afford to

he's totally a justified asshole about it too if you're trying to start beef when before he stayed silent and just took it now he's barking back he's taking none of that shit anymore oh you're a piss poor envious monkey too bad bye. all the while smiling cause he was raised with proper manners >_> but if you're really actually in need of money and ask nicely he might help. just might. not necessarily for free but ya know

joined the taekwondo class halfway through sophomore year. try him bitch. I dare. actually pls don't he's a sensitive soul in need of some lovin ha HA.

anyhoo backtracking to boyhood-- parents made him take piano lessons for no other reason that to boast BUT SIKE he really got into it and once he had that down he was allowed to pick another instrument. Lemme tell you he's basically a pro pianist he's taken lessons and played it for over 14 years-- except he stopped awhile back cause it's so.. bad memories. even tho he loves it?? it's just a mush of conflict ok. another one he's quite handy with is cello with more than 7 years of experience. tried violin for a good 2 years. later on got interested and switched to traditional korean instruments of which he's played the komungo about 6 years, and haegeum since he started at Keisung pretty much.

music is kinda like an escape. not kinda, IT IS.

his music taste is just all over the place too don't even ask me he likes all sorts of glitch hop and chill edm and synthwave and jazz and post-rock and hiphop meets classical and indie plus some kpop groups

speaking of, he's done a handful of piano and cello covers of popular and less so songs that he posted on youtube over some years back honhon

I'm absolutely going to make this a plot in the future someone should nudge him back into playing piano too, or better yet lure him into creating a band or some shit

has a decent singing voice, it's not trained despite having taken a few lessons but he's ridiculously insecure about it lmao you'll never catch him doing anything more than humming and mouthing words.

also his recommendation for any song mixing regardless of genre will deadass be "needs more stringstrument"

did ballet for 5 years could probably dropkick you without a hair out of place. not that he would. unless you give him reason to. that wasn't an invite

likes drinking, doesn't smoke, has tried party drugs here and there but--- as this all is part of what landed him in this mess he's a little more.. careful. 'little' being relative word here

motto might as well be "party hard, live harder" or something.  which isn't as healthy as it might sound

so music acts as a de-stressing tool sometimes but also sex works he's not picky-- I mean yes he is with bed partners if you don't know what you're doing don't even bother. kinda freaky. and mouthy. but very attentive?? I'm just. gonna. leave that as a notion.

a health preacher to a point, will bitch about everyone's unhealthy habits. regularly exercises and eats all his veggies too. but also the kind to forget to eat for hours cause he was "too busy studying".

gets headaches though if he overworks himself, prone to stressing when he's overwhelmed

he's lactose intolerant jsyk

drinks coffee like it's oxygen -- contrary to popular belief he's not a regular at the nearest Starbucks, but instead visits this smaller cafe that makes bomb sea salt cream iced coffee he orders with coconut cream & half coconut sugar half whatever flavored syrup he's craving, with 2 shots of espresso.... yes. pretentious as hell but it's tasty sue him

lovesloveslooooves to play overwatch! tho he's not the best when it comes to technique and stuff but it's just fun ey for those who know anything about the game his fav heroes be d.va ( obviously ) sombra, zenyatta, lucio & symmetra ( more lore wise than playing -- meanwhile mun is all up in her ass in both aspects )

idk this is a damn novel already you get the idea ye just come to me so we can plot uwu I’m totally down and in fact craving for some pre-est too *winkwink*

[supremelovefool-blog]

Series Fic: The Day Changjo Lost His Cute (And What Ricky Did to Get it Back)

Title: The Day Changjo Lost His Cute (And What Ricky Did to Get it Back) (AO3) Genre/Universe: Part 15 of The Never-Ending Trials of Leader C.A.P. series Summary: A collection of one-shots chronicling the various ways being Teen Top’s leader is both a blessing and the worst thing to ever happen to anybody. Chapter Summary: Something’s happened with Jonghyun. Everyone’s concerned in their own way, but Niel doesn't know why he’s the only one who wants to do something about it. 

The day Changjo lost his cute, nobody else had been able to help him deal with it. Minsoo had long moved out of the dorms, while everyone else – including Jonghyun – had individual schedules of their own. Things were tough without the others, that much was made clear. But if any one of them had to admit this fact out loud, there would be mass jeering and teasing to pay.

It had been a long-established fact that, of all them, only Jonghyun could get away with being cute without making everyone want to cringe and barf up their insides. As such, when he’d lost the power to do so, it was something that didn’t sit quite so well with the members who noticed.

“Jonghyun hasn’t been himself lately,” Niel said to Chanhee suddenly, as if Chanhee hadn’t noticed the same thing. “You think he’s tired?”

Chanhee shrugged. “Have you asked him?”

“No. I figured he’d tell me himself if he wanted.”

Chanhee scratched his cheek idly. “Has he told you?”

“Not yet.”

“So what are you waiting for, if you’re so concerned?”

Niel looked at him like he’d suggested something horrible. “What, and pry all over his private business? What am I, his mom?”

“You might as well be,” Chanhee muttered under his breath. But out loud, he said, “You think we should just give him time?”

“I guess?” Niel said. “But he really hasn’t been himself lately. I’m worried.”

“So tell him.”

“I would, but he’s always so busy nowadays. We barely even see each other at home anymore.”

Chanhee mulled over this for a moment. Niel was right, this was starting to look like a problem. But if there was just one person on the team who could pull him out of his funk, it would have to be that guy.

“Someone’s gotta tell Minsoo about this.”

Chanhee sputtered. “What, him?” he said. “You think he’ll be able to help?”

Niel considered this. “Well, not really,” he admitted. “But you know how he gets when we don’t tell him things.”

“You mean when you don’t tell him things. He generally doesn’t care about what anyone else here has to say.”

“You don’t mean that,” Niel said, even as he was already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Look,” Chanhee said, “maybe you’re better off telling Changhyun first. He’s the only one who might have some real idea of whatever Jonghyun’s going through right now.”

Niel’s hand stilled in his pocket. “You’re right. But if those two already know each other so well, don’t you think they might’ve already talked to each other about it?”

Chanhee shrugged. “Won’t hurt to try.”

Niel nodded. “I’ll get right to it. As soon as we’re done here.”

They both came back to reality and found themselves inside a radio broadcast station. It was just the two of them there today, and a few minutes later, two became three, as the radio jock walked in through the door and apologized for being late.

“You guys ready to get on-air?” he asked.

Both Chanhee and Niel nodded their heads, even if it was fairly clear they weren’t a hundred percent into their upcoming interview. If the radio host had noticed, he at least had the good grace to leave it unsaid.

“The life of an idol,” he began, “it must be really tough, huh?”

They exchanged looks. Shrugged, smiled, then turned back to the host. “It’s okay,” Niel said. “We manage just fine.”

“That’s right,” Chanhee said, nodding his head. “Nothing to worry about. Really, we’re fine.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” the host answered, flashing them a wide smile. “Now, seeing as you two are here to represent your team, I guess it should be obvious by now that we’re going to have to ask you about your members. Ah, but don’t say anything you wouldn’t want their mothers to hear!”

Hearty laughter from both members. And, without further prompting, they both launched into the standard updates and reassurances that everyone else on the team was doing fine.

“Except for our leader C.A.P., that is,” Niel said. “Ever since he moved out of the dorms, we never really know what he’s up to anymore. Who knows what that guy’s doing in his basement!”

“You know it’s really bad,” Chanhee added, “when even Niel here doesn’t know what’s going on with C.A.P.”

More hearty laughter from their host – and from the audience too, if the social media reactions were any indication. Business as usual. They could go back to figuring out Jonghyun’s problems later on after this.

Contrary to what they’d discussed earlier before the broadcast, Changhyun was not the first person Niel got in touch with in regards to Jonghyun’s situation.

He picked up the phone and immediately dialed the first number he thought of. Although Minsoo had already moved out of the dorms, he was still always the first one Niel called whenever problems came up. If he didn’t take the time to inform their leader of every little thing, nobody would. If that happened, Minsoo would be left out of the loop entirely. And if that happened, then he’d turn into a big, whiny baby, and would still somehow end up blaming Niel for it.

Which was why Niel figured it best to nip the problem in the bud before it even sprouted.

Once he had planted the seeds of concern in their leader’s conscience, it would only be a matter of time before he came around to check on their youngest.

And to think his mom used to tell him he was no good in gardening.

If only the phone call to their leader went exactly the way he’d planned it.

“I think he’s sick.”

“Huh?”

“Jonghyun. I think he’s sick.”

“… Okay?”

“You call yourself our leader? Aren’t you even a little bit concerned?”

“Should I be?”

“I tell you Jonghyunnie’s sick and you say okay?”

“He’s a strong kid.”

“But he’s sick. Seriously, are you even listening?”

“He has a mom, doesn’t he?”

“You’re so useless.”

“I’m busy.”

“But –”

“Bye.”

And that had been the end of that.

Niel groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Ah, seriously,” he said, “why do I even bother with that guy!”

The situation with Jonghyun was like this – now that everyone had their own schedules, it was rare for them all to be together in the same room at any given time. The problem that lay in this was, whenever they did manage to be together, it was always so obvious that Jonghyun just wasn’t as playful as he used to be.

They missed him, in other words. Where was their youngest member Changjo and who was the large, brooding man who’d replaced him now?

As it was, however, Changhyun and Byunghun seemed to be the only other people in the room who didn’t seem to notice.

“You think he’s okay?” Niel finally said.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Chanhee returned.

“I would, but I don’t want to tick him off or anything.”

“So don’t ask him.”

“You’re no help.”

“Text him instead?”

“That’s an even worse idea! What kind of friend are you?”

Chanhee rolled his eyes. “The nice kind that gives everyone else their space when they need it?” he reminded. “Look, if he’ll tell you what’s wrong, he will. I don’t think pushing him to say so is going to help.”

“You’re always like this. And besides, that’s not what you said yesterday at the broadcast!”

“Well, I’m changing my answer now. You called Minsoo, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, he was just as unhelpful as you.”

“Shut it. Really, I think we should back off a minute here with Jonghyun. Maybe it’s an issue he needs to work out on his own.”

“That makes sense.”

“Of course it does. That’s why I’m older.”

“That’s not how the age system works here, you bum.”

From the corners of their eyes, they both spotted Byunghun scoot a little farther away from Jonghyun. To his credit, he didn’t make the avoidance so obvious. But to any careful observer, the way his eyes kept darting nervously to his younger seatmate was already a dead giveaway.

Chanhee took this as some sort of triumph. “See, I told you we should just give him his space.”

But then Changhyun swooped in from out of nowhere, plunked himself right beside Jonghyun, and began blabbing away about some other inconsequential thing. There was no big change in Jonghyun’s demeanor at first. But to any careful observer, the slight drooping of his shoulders was a welcome thing.

This time, it was Niel’s turn to gloat. “He’s gotta tell someone about it,” he said. “Sooner or later, he’s going to tell us what’s wrong.”

Even Chanhee started to look pensive. “I guess,” he conceded. “But don’t think he’s going to be opening up to you if he does.”

When no reply came from Niel, Chanhee gave him a quick glance, then softened his features when he saw a small pout cross his friend’s face. Chanhee shook his head. “Can’t be helped,” he said. Then, he clapped a hand on Niel’s shoulder. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get some coffee.”

As it turned out, the only one capable of restoring Jonghyun’s zest was none other than the undisputed, begrudging master of youth himself, Yoo Changhyun. Nobody knew how it happened, but after spending just one day with their moody teammate, Changyun had restored him to near-normalcy.

“He just missed me, that’s all,” was all Changhyun had told them. When pressed for more details, he refused to divulge any more, saying only how good it was that a crisis had been averted in time.

“It’s his schedule, isn’t it?” Niel said, refusing to let this discussion go without a fight. “He’s been working himself too hard, hasn’t he? I knew it. This was all really too much for him.”

“You think too much. Don’t worry about it. He’s fine now. But you can talk to him about it, if you want.”

“Ah, Niel,” Chanhee said, shaking his head. “We get you’re concerned. But maybe this is something we need to leave alone for now, huh?”

Niel felt an answer rising from his gut, but managed to catch the meaningful glance in Chanhee’s eyes. He kept his mouth closed.

“You can talk to him. He’s fine now.” Changhyun continued to smile like nothing had happened. “Nothing a little guy bonding can’t fix.”

But both of them still looked concerned.

Changhyun shrugged. “Look,” he said, “everyone gets angry, right? We can’t be happy all the time. That’s all it was with Jonghyun. It wasn’t any of our faults, so don’t worry about it.”

“It wasn’t the schedules, was it?” Niel continued to ask. “I mean, I know what it’s like, and I saw his, so I thought…”

Chanhee snorted. “Humble brag,” he said, and got a sharp jab in the ribs for the comment.

“He should be the one telling you,” Changhyun answered. “But yeah, the schedules were one part of it. Humble brag.”

Chanhee gave a small whoop and immediately slapped Changhyun a high-five. Niel rolled his eyes at the display.

“It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t tell me.” He huffed. “I guess I would’ve wanted to talk to him about it or something, but if you say he’s okay, then it’s cool.”

“Of course it’s cool,” Jonghyun said, suddenly walking into the room. “Hi, guys.”

Of the three, only Niel showed any visible signs of panic. “Jonghyun!” he said. “Are you okay? What happened? What’s –”

But Jonghyun only gave him a thumbs-up. “Don’t worry, it’s all good,” he said. “Sorry about that though, I didn’t mean to be so mean. Must’ve been the schedules.”

“Or maybe it’s ‘cause you keep forgetting to eat,” Changhyun said. Beside him, Niel and Chanhee looked on in terror, then looked on at Jonghyun, in case he flew into a rampage.

Jonghyun frowned at the expressions on their faces, but made no further comment about it. “Let’s go get some food,” he said instead. Maybe he’d talk to them about this again some other time. “Look, it’s fine, really. You don’t have to be so nice so suddenly.”

As predicted, Niel was the first one to react. “What are you talking about?” he said. “I’m nice all the time!”

Jonghyun made no effort to hide his fake cough. “Humble brag.”

Chanhee and Changhyun chortled at the joke, and clapped him proudly on the back.

Niel opened his mouth to protest, but reconsidered this at the last moment. If he had to be the butt of their joke this time, then so be it. The lengths he went through just to see this team happy. Really, these guys were so lucky to have someone like him on board.

Later that evening, a very concerned-looking Minsoo stepped through the dorms, carrying something which might have smelled like Jonghyun’s favorite pastry.

But only Byunghun was on the sofa to welcome him home.

“You just missed out on all the fun,” he said by way of greeting. “Jonghyun’s okay now.”

Minsoo’s shoulders slumped instantly before he trudged over to join Byunghun in the living room. “Oh,” he said. “So I spent my money for nothing, then.”

“Not really,” Byunghun answered. “We can still have it.”

“Idiot. This isn’t for you.”

“I’m not going to eat all of it.”

But Minsoo stood firm. “No. It’s for Jonghyun.”

“So save him some. I’m just going to have one. Or two.”

“Is no food sacred in this place?”

“Why are you so surprised? You used to live here.”

“You see, this is why I moved out.”

“So why do you care if I eat some of this? It’s not like you’ll be here when Jonghyun gets back anyway.”

“Uh-uh. I’m staying until I see him eat this.”

“What are you, his dad?”

Minsoo slapped Byunghun’s head. “Shut up. The one time I try to be a good leader and this is what happens. You guys never let me have any fun.”

Byunghun’s lips quirked into a smile at the sight of his leader acting so petulant. “Listen,” he said, “you are a good leader. Pretty slow on the uptake, mostly. But you’re okay.”

“What are you talking about? I’m more than okay.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Got that right.”

Byunghun allowed a few moments of silence to pass by before deciding to break it again. “So, how about it?” he said. “I already fed your ego. Now how about feeding me whatever you brought?”

Minsoo sighed and groaned to the heavens. “Okay,” he said. “Fine. But just one, okay? After that, we’re locking this up somewhere.”

“Aye-aye.”

“I mean it. Everyone has to know I got this for Jonghyun.”

“Okay, I said.”

“I’m counting on you here. I’m going to head back to the studio for a bit.”

“Again? But you just got here. I thought you were going to stay?”

“Inspiration calls. I just thought of a new diss rap about you. I’ll put it out on radio once you become big ahead of us.”

“So mean.”

“Byunghun, I mean it. Just one, and that’s it.”

“Okay already! You can trust me. When have I ever let you down?”

Minsoo was about to fire off all the things he still held Byunghun accountable for, but wisely chose to maintain his silence.

His phone started buzzing not long after he’d left the dorms. Minsoo very nearly chucked it back towards his bed once he’d finished scrolling through his messages.

Thanks for the cupcake, the first one had read.

Then came the second:

Even if everyone else said you ate the rest of it kekeke~

“That little –” But Minsoo cut himself short there, figuring it better to call Byunghun the Twerp instead to let him hear all of the insults in person.

[goldmemento]

⌜ daniel radcliffe. male. he/him. ⌟ ━━ does anyone else hear THIS IS WAR by THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS playing? that must mean … oh no! HARRY POTTER, the TWENTY-SIX year old POLICE OFFICER has been ripped from the HARRY POTTER universe. they’ve been known to remind people of round glasses, messy hair, & a lightning bolt. it seems they have been in ivory cove for ONE YEAR, and can only seem to remember these words: HEDWIG, VOLDEMORT, & EXPELLIARMUS. will these be the keys to unlock their true memories? 

FILE:

Full Name: Harry James Potter.

Age: 26

Birthday: July 31st

Species: Human (wizard)

Nationality: British

Sex: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: ex-Auror, Hogwarts Professor, Police Officer

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5′7″

Weight: 127 lbs.

Body Build: lean, but a little towards slightly underweight (someone feed him)

Notable Physical Traits: A scar reminiscent of a lightening bolt along his forehead above his right eye.

FAKE MEMORIES:

(TW; abuse mentioned) Harry grew up with his aunt and uncle where he more often than not suffered as a victim of abuse. (End TW). At his first chance to escape, he accepted a scholarship to a police academy and set off. It wasn’t his first choice, but it was the only thing made available to him, and he’s always felt himself to have a good sense of right and wrong. Besides, it’s not like he was leaving anything behind, he’s not someone who has friends or loved ones around him, often made out to be a loner or outsider. He always felt like he didn’t belong, and desperately seeking a change, it wasn’t a hard decision to move to Ivory Cove when the job offer was made to him, just as easily leaving behind his hometown. Admittedly, he doesn’t feel like a police officer is the right fit for him--following the rules feels like it goes against his very core; however, he’s been in this career path for so long, it would be too late to consider a career as a teacher or something else.. wouldn’t it?

UNKNOWN TO HIM:

Hogwarts, his friends, magic, and everything that fueled the fire in his eyes has been secluded from his memory. Following the events of the books up to the end of the battle of Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldemort, Harry set off to find peace of mind. It was difficult to establish a sense of normalcy in his life, and often struggles with the aftereffects that came with everything he’s been through. With the people he loves supporting him though, he’s been able to make it through it. As per recommendations, he took the path of an Auror. However, he later comes to find that he isn’t suited for it, and is invited by Headmaster McGonagall to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He feels foolish for not having considered the job before, and had never felt more at home.  That is until he was taken away to Ivory Cove.. 

BONUS:

↳ Bold what applies to your muse!

╳ Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny

controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies

impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry

greedy | lazy | judgemental | forgetful | impulsive

spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave

patient  | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky

intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous

merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming

cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

[theparaminds]

Keshi’s music isn’t for every moment in life, no, instead his music is specific in the situations it hopes to embrace and stamp with its mark. A drive in the dead of night, a fight that ends in forgiveness, a regrettable phone call that still leaves you longing for more. The emotions he articulates in sound are that of human connection, and more so, the balance of positivity and loss it leads towards.

Don’t get it wrong, his music will be there for you whenever you need and want it, but the true power of his lyrics and ideas will strike when you least expect, when you’re lost for an answer and misunderstanding the questions. His music is for souls lost, for souls in love yet confused, for souls dreaming, and for souls of sorrow sick with isolation.

It’s a tender and soft set of production brushed over with a hauntingly vulnerable voice, a voice we all know from our own heads, our own hearts. Keshi is not just a musician, but a reflection of our own insecurities and worries of tomorrow. And in this, in his understanding of the universal fears we all face, he takes our hand and reminds us we’re not alone, and reminds us that no matter what, the sun will continue to rise.

PM: Our first question as always, how's your day?

K: It's been pre good, can't complain. To be honest, the music is starting to take off so fast I can't keep up. Its rewarding in that regard.

PM: Have you found it a little scary since its been picking up?

K: Yeah, it's overwhelming, surprisingly stress-inducing, but it's what I live for. It's the most fulfilling thing.

PM: I'd love to start with your sound and the uniqueness of it. You're someone who has changed their sound but has kept the core elements of it intact. It's definitely more structured as opposed to the classic lo-fi style. Where did change come from, how did it help you as an artist?

K: I've always been a songwriter first, that's always what I've labelled myself as before I even ventured into production. When I think of growing, I think lo-fi as a gateway to production as a whole and the most important thing to me has been to create a soundscape that is very dynamic. I've always tried to do that, no matter what I was making. After some time working acoustically I got really tired of it and kinda got tired of music in general. And that's when the lo-fi started taking off and I was falling in love with certain producers ability to incorporate non-musical elements into their music, like rain or cans popping open. I just thought of music of a series of glued together sounds and lo-fi was the best way to conceptualize that. Of course, the inspirations were tomppabeats, In Love with the Ghost and Joji, and that’s where I was just honing the producing craft, shifting away from just a songwriter.

PM: Other than those who inspired you in a lo-fi way, when you were growing up, what other artists were pushing you to get into music?

K: The very first musician I listened to seriously was John Mayer, and he opened a whole new world for me music wise. He showed me how to do things on the guitar I had no idea you could do. Chord progressions you don't usually hear and unconventional sequences, he was really able to explore the fretboard in that way. He really exposed me to songwriting, which as I mentioned earlier was my first real driving interest. As well, I'd say Drake because after years of John Mayer I just got some listener fatigue, even though I still loved him. But Drake showed me that hip-hop could be melodic and not obnoxious, which was my impression of it at the time. 'Take Care' really changed my views, and honestly, I listened to it really late, like sophomore year in college. And around that time, when I was just so into Drake, was when I had this unfortunate performance in LA and I wanted to quit music. I just realized I had to go back to the drawing board, knowing I had to change something.

PM: Are you able to speak about what happened at the show in LA and what went wrong?

K: Basically I had won this competition in Houston, they then flew me out to LA to perform against the other winners from around the US. When you win a competition like that you feel like you're pretty good at what you do, but once you get to next level with people on your skill level, you realize you aren’t AS great as you thought you were. I guess it was disheartening and I didn't feel like I was being the artist I wanted to be, there was something that was lacking.

PM: And that failure led to the growth and positivity that you're seeing now, I'm guessing?

K: Yeah, it was really that performance that spurred the moments leading up to the creation of Keshi.  I went and made this Soundcloud account under that name, not telling any friends or family, as I wanted to change some aspect of my music without being under scrutiny. At the time the only listeners I had were those friends and family, so to do that was scary and liberating. I felt free to make whatever I wanted, just see what catches on. I really was just making sample-based lo-fi hip hop and trying to practise production. But eventually, I released my first song with lyrics, ‘if you're not the one for me who is’, and it did well for itself, but it wasn't until ‘magnolia’ got picked up by the channel 'Anime Vibes' that things started to really take off. And the thing is with these youtube aggregators like Anime vibe or Ambition is that they really get to help who makes it and who doesn't, they've established this consistency as a curator with a good ear and this relationship with their viewers who trust them, so at that point whatever they feed to their followers they'll eat up. And being there and being put on by that really just sparked what I see before me today.

PM: Does the name Keshi mean something and why did you choose that as the word to represent you?

K: I get this question a lot lately, My name is Casey but my girlfriend and childhood friend is Japanese and every time I go to their house, to this day, still they call me ‘Keshi’, so it's just a username I picked and it was supposed to be anonymous, but still me with a nostalgic charm. I didn't think people would take to it honestly, I thought I would end up under a different name eventually, Keshi was just supposed to be a demo account.

PM: How has being in love and those sort of experiences helped you as a musician and have some of your inspirations grown from that aspect in your life?

K: For sure, in the beginning when I wrote songs they all tended to be love songs. But I feel like the one aspect of the whole relationship ordeal I really like to poke at is the extremely vulnerable state you're in with someone, because not only are they the person who is there for you the most, they're also the one who could hurt you the most due to how close you've allowed them to be. And that bittersweet aspect of love, in general, is something I love to touch on, I have this strong fear of loneliness and that shows up in my music as well. I guess when you delve into everything Keshi says and sings, people may find it romantic, but it's extremely selfish, it's supposed to be an unbalanced raw emotion, which is whiny, and moody, but people can relate to that which I'm glad about.

PM: When you speak, you mention Keshi in the third person, do you see him as a separate person and as a vessel for your creation?

K: I don't really see Keshi as myself, I see him as a separate entity and kind of as a musical project more than anything.

PM: You also have a beautiful arm sleeve tattoo, I was just wondering what that art means to you and what you would say to anyone on the fence about getting them?

K: Thank you, I appreciate the love! To anyone afraid to get them I would just say to go get one, If you're curious about them, you're engaged enough to try them, it's not gonna hurt! In regards to my own, when I went to Japan to meet my girlfriend's family, I wanted to get a traditional tattoo by someone who knows the craft, if you get my gist. I found a guy and he was gracious enough to work with me and give me a beautiful Japanese sleeve.

PM: To look back at your music, you’ve been on this incredible stretch of releasing music that's growing and improving, I wonder what your vision looked like at the beginning compared to now and what's shifted since then?

K: I've always just wanted to make great art, I think that now I've found a really sweet spot in my music where I can do that and I can narrow down on the sounds I want to do. I guess when you start growing you stop looking at the start line and then just start looking at the race; one day you may have 2000 more listeners than the last and you can only think that it's not good enough because last week you had 5000. You need to step yourself away and become grateful for where you are and what you've done. Don't stop chasing the dream but don't lose sight of the growth.

PM: As well, do you have any upcoming projects people should look out for and how does it compare to previous work?

K: I think the stuff recently has been a progression since the earlier music, more dynamic and =more energized than before. I do have a project on the way hopefully around November-December, it'll be an EP with '2 soon' included. The songs are done, I'd like to announce the songs are finished. At this point it's an internal conflict of when to release and how to market them. I don't want to give too much away, but long story short, I've got shows planned for January and the dates will be announced soon, and the first show will be in LA.

PM: How are you preparing yourself this time for performing in LA and having a good experience?

K: Back then I didn't have an idea of what I wanted to be, but Keshi is so fleshed out and he knows who he is and what music he wants to do. At this point, I need to get some equipment sorted out and then we're good to go, it'll be an amazing show.

PM: What would you say is your favorite song of your own and why?

K: It's definitely 'if you're not the one for me who is', for a couple of reasons. The first is because it conceptualized Keshi and what he is today. But the main reason is that it explores this duality of relationships I was talking about earlier, explained perfectly with the title. On one side of the coin, the aspect of having only one person who matters so much in the world, but also the fear of loneliness because if they're not the right one, then who else could be? I loved that dichotomy.

PM: Do you have a favourite video game of all time?

K: Holy shit yes. It’s gotta be Nier: Automata, oh my god that game changed my world. It came out a year ago and was a really revolutionary beat em up game kinda like Devil May Cry, it was just so artistic and beautiful.

PM: What would you say has been the best memory of last year, something that sticks out as super positive and special to you?

K: I haven't told anyone this, but basically I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life so I just ended up where I am today. Kinda dreading work and dragging my feet. At the beginning, I wanted to go to Berkeley School of Music, which is every kid interested in music’s dream. Of course, my parents pushed me to something stable, and I always resented that decision. But because I didn't, I'm here now, if I went there I would've been doing something different and Keshi wouldn't exist. Well, one day at my day job I got a message from a guy who's attending Berkeley and he was telling me how he loved my work and was wondering how the hell I did what I was doing. I was just so stunned, I don't know if it was irony, the whole time I wanted to go to this place but in the end, I didn't really have to go. It really was the most validating for my music and knowing I was doing the right thing.

PM: Do you have anyone to shout out or anything to promote? The floor is yours!

K: So, as I said, I have shows getting ready in January and there is new music coming soon, thank you so much for listening and thanks so much for taking the time to get to know me a little bit better.

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