#i work on boredom in class and sleepless nights...

[missameliep]

Growing up, reading has always been one of my favourite pastimes. I was fascinated by books and read different genres and basically any book I would get my hands on.

To nobody's surprise, I ended up choosing two majors in college in which reading was (and still is) absolutely necessary, but over the years most of my readings were related either to my studies or work and rarely for pleasure... (except for fanfic which has been an absolutely self-indulgent thing since I've discovered the genre in 2017 and it saved me from boredom during many sleepless nights with breastfeeding my daughter. So thank you, fanfic writers, you amazing and generous people ❤️) ...over the years so many books were left unfinished because of other tasks and responsibilities...

Last year I took a literature course on Black female writers with the amazing professor Roberta Araújo @/justa.causa, and I read a few of the books recommended for the classes, and what an incredible experience to branch out and get know authors that I probably wouldn't have read if I didn't take this course. For instance, I've never heard of Maria Firmina dos Reis and her novel Ursula, the first abolitionist novel in Brazil, even though I've studied Brazilian literature in school and have a bachelor in History, and it hit me how little I've read beyond the classics (and if you know Brazil and our Academia Brasileira de Letras you know how white and male dominated that means).

When 2024 started and I was kind of lost and really wanting to focus on some goals for the year, I decided to challenged myself: I added to my to-do list 12 books written by female authors, some of the books were from the authors we studied and others were books I've been dying to read for a long time like The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood.

And to my utmost surprise, despite all the things irl and exhausting routine, I've realized that in July I had already completed the challenge.

12 books was the initial goal, that I wasn't certain I would reach... But... Whenever I found a new interesting book I added it to the list and since I was reading some books in parallel anyway... I decided I'm not stopping now and see how many more I'll read till December.

I'm currently reading the historical romance Nada digo de ti, que em ti não veja by Eliana Alves Cruz, and loving it, such an intriguing story, and have about 30% of Maya Angelou's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings to read.

This may seem like a small thing, but it brought me so much joy that I absolutely needed to share, because I feel like I need to celebrate even the small things and to let myself be excited with things again. And I am!

And talking about books always makes me happy and apparently inspired others too. My father who doesn't have any hobbies and constantly complains how he could no longer read, that his eyesight is bad, his memory is bad etc, read The Handmaid's Tale and The Testaments by Margaret Atwood in a spam of a few days and we talked a lot about the books too, which was really nice. Now I'm teasing him with the plot of Nada digo de ti, que em não veja, because nobody else read that one! 😂

And the more I read, the more I want to read and to write as well. Some days I was just like that writer who fell in love with Machado de Assis (and now Clarice Lispector too) all excited and wanting to read books in their original languages and all of that... but that'll be a challenge for another time!

[bondilluns]

a week from now i will be done with uni. after four years of sleepless nights working, of endless classes that made me know true boredom, of naps taken during history lessons and exams passed only because luck was on my side. four years of experimenting with art, of learing my craft, of being inspired by my peers and taking every chance to inspire them back. four years spent building friendships, laughing together, crying together, learning how to open up, even if that's still a work in progress. Falling in and out of love, handing my heart out like its unbreakable only to find out it's much softer than i expected. Four years of partying, beer, wine, jaggër,, free water from the tab. Four years of theater, made up stories, and so so much live music. Of unforgettable nights, shooting stars, dirty bathrooms, freezing beaches... and unforgettable days, rowing boats, formal events, disastrous bus rides and many subway adventures.

in short, a week for now i will be done with the best four years of my life, and im just so fucking grateful that i crossed paths with everyone there. i leave with only a few regrets and many lessons learnt.

[myotomespace]

Ikerev Uni AU! inspired snippets:

WELL HEWWO AGAIN!! I certainly did NOT think i’ll be posting these here anytime soon but...yeah :) someone pls kill me...

Anyway, these are some little shitty ideas inspired by @emeraldtawny‘s University AU (which i love so very much zfnqllksf)

Characters : Sirius, Jonah, Luka, Fenrir, Kyle and Edgar.

note?: Fenrir’s and Kyle’s are basically me roasting them (probably?? i don’t do writing so maybe not...still got Tawny’s seal of approval for Kyle tho :3 yay!). Also i tried making Edgar’s as spicy as i could (which is probably not...*shrug*)

***Sirius***

You made your way towards the greenhouse hoping you find the one you’re looking for there. You needed a few plants for your research assignment and he was the only one who came to your mind when you thought about asking for help. Stepping inside, you were first greeted with the scent of nature. It never fails to make you stop for a moment and just breathe it in.

Hearing the faint sound of water, you return to your sense and glance around. There he is. Just like you thought. Sirius was watering the plants at the back. You walk slowly toward him, taking the time to observe him. He always looked calm and relaxed here, like he left all his problems behind and is simply a man enjoying the beauty of nature.

I love it when you’re like this. And you can’t stop staring…

But before your thoughts could get any more tainted, you call out to him.

“Sirius!”

“Hey there, little one.” Ugh, don’t call me that...You have no idea how it makes me feel...

“Could you perhaps help me getting samples of plants i need. You spend more time here than me so it’d be quicker.”

“Of course. What do you need?” While he puts the watering can down, you dig through your pocket “Here. I have a list.” You hand him the piece of paper, your hands brushing slightly and bringing a blush to your cheeks. You froze. Natural reaction. You love him after all.

“Hmm, most of those are over there. Come with me.” You don’t know if he noticed your reaction or not, but, you were grateful he didn’t ask.

You two spend a fair amount of time moving around and gathering plants. You were most certainly not focused on that though…Being close to him for extended periods made your mind drift to thoughts about him. His scent, his posture, his hands...GOD his hands...You love the feel of his hand in your hair. It’s soothing.

You shift slightly to take a closer look at the plant’s leafs, your shoulders brush together. At this almost non-existent distance, you become really aware of his presence, it starts driving you mad with all the things you’re thinking of.

I want you...so much...I wonder if i’ll manage to taste you later, after this. You’re a patient man, but i know how you look when you let go. It’s not the first time anyway...

***Jonah***

You've been stressing over this part you have to perform for the last week. Your friends tell you that you're doing fine, that you practiced well, yet it didn't ease your mind. 

And here you are now, in the class, murmuring your lines in the script -when you should be paying attention to the lecture- completely unaware of the glare your haughty classmate has been giving you for the past 30 minutes.

Just as you reach the part you are the least confident in, Jonah coughs loudly, unnecessarily so, and points his perfectly manicured finger at you, “Would you keep quiet, and pay attention. You're distracting us!“

Really? Look at him. The teacher's pet. And definitely the student you are least compatible with in situations like these. How is he your boyfriend, you'll never know.

I'm here stressing myself out and all the support you could think to give me is a lecture about attention during a lecture…“You think i give a damn about it? I have a performance tomorrow. If the teacher himself is not stopping me, than i don't care.“ you huff. He's frustrating, sometimes.

The rest of the day passes peacefully…probably not a good sign. With your courses over, you gather your stuff quickly, trying to flee the classroom before your intuition proves right, but…“Where do you think you're going?“ darn it, not fast enough.

“Home?“ you answer warily. Please, Jonah. I'm just anxious, don't make it worse.

“You're going nowhere…not till i apologize.“

“Huh?!“ Ok, this was not what you were expecting. Jonah puts his studies before anything else usually. Even if you ARE his girlfriend, this is your fault anyway and you know it. He was right.

So why is he apologizing.

“I'm your boyfriend, i should have known how you're feeling and helped you, but i didn't.“ Oh. It was bothering him.

The look in his eyes held so much worry and frustration. I'm sorry too, Jonah. You get closer to him, bringing your hands up to hold his cheeks, and just as he starts muttering your name, you kiss him, drinking the rest of the sound. Not enough… i want more. More of you.

Perhaps a deeper apology is needed.

***Luka***

“Is this good, Luka?“ you ask, placing it on your palm, you show him the small delicate sugar flower you were working on. He nods

The assignment you were given was about making a chocolate cake in pairs. Since you were about the only one Luka spent most of his time with in the class lately, you two got paired.

It was fun for the both of you. The most fun you ever had in the kitchen. Simply working, spending your time together, quietly, was enough to fill you with warmth and happiness. You can't fully explain why you feel so at ease with him yet, but you like it. And you hope he feels the same.

Shifting your concentration back to your task, you start working on the next flower, shaping it carefully, making sure it looks decent enough to be worthy as a decoration to one of Luka's delicious cakes.

He kept watching you…observing your expression. How it changes when you work on a detail, how you smile to yourself faintly when you do it right.

How your tongue sticks out slightly when you concentrate on the delicate shape…

His cheeks gain color, red and bright. What is this feeling? He feels like he's been acting strange lately...Ever since he started spending time with you.

He gets easily distracted with, simply, your presence, yet he can't focus on his work when your not there, next to him. It's like he can't bear staying without seeing you anymore, sitting there, beside him, sharing with him what was supposed to be his private, comfort bubble.

What is this feeling?

His burning cheeks heat even more, and he tears his gaze away from you, back to the cake in front of him, hoping his racing heart would calm soon.

“Luka? Is something wrong?“ your voice brings him back to reality. Apparently he's been staring at the cake for a good while.

You put the nearly finished sugary decoration on the tray, and step near him, worried.

Close!

His heart starts racing again, its beat so fast he can heart it, blush covering his cheeks and working its way up to his ears.

You're too close, and i feel this weird heat again. What is this?

He can't put a name on it yet. But it makes him happier than he's ever been.

***Fenrir***

“Fenrir...wake up!” you shake the sleeping idiot, but still no signs of him waking up.

“WAKE UP FENRIR,DAMMIT!” fed up, you smack his head with the book you were holding. He yelps, jumping from his seat. “Yo, What was that for?”

“The class is over. You slept the whole time.” him saying ‘Oh cool!’ Made you want to smack him again, but instead, you just sighed exasperatedly.

“Are we eating lunch or not? We don’t have much time left, come on.”

Walking together to your favorite place, you talk about all sorts of things. Fenrir mentions a party that he wants to take you to tomorrow. He was at a party YESTERDAY, and he's already going to another one?

The timing is not the best though when you think about it.

“Hey, Fenrir… have you finished the assignment due tomorrow?“

“Wait, we have one?! since when?!“ you felt about ready to slam your head on a table, and you thank the gods that there is none here.

“It was given last week!“

“Well, no sweatin’, ain't like i'll fail cause of it.“

“This one is important, and it'll definitely matter in that ‘fail or pass’ scenario.“

His studying habits constantly make you wonder how in the hells is he able to get decent grades. He sleeps in class, ALWAYS at a party somewhere, and plays around too much.

You remember the time you watched him train. how he looked so hot, it turned you on. How his playful teasing, made you want to let go and lose yourself in him more, want to--

You shake your head furiously hoping the blush coloring your cheeks would magically disappear.

“What are you going to do now? The tasks for those assignment do require a week to be done. And you only have a few hours.“ If you say you won't do them, i'll throw you down.

“Nah, i'll manage. I've always said that diamo--“

You cut him to finish his catch phrase for him, sighing all the while, “Diamonds are made under pressure. That's why you leave things to the last minute. I know…“ you give up… there is no way you can keep up with his method of sliding through trouble like nothing.

“Great! Now, are you going to the party with me?“ Fenrir gets closer to you, eyes shining with amusement and excitement, a look that suits him really well. But, when it's this close to your face, just a few inches apart, it does things to you. The only words you could find to describe him are ’Hot Damn!’.

And you can never resist your boyfriend being right here, next to you. You can't resist your need to feel him, kiss him,and…

You close that final distance between you two, your mouth moving to kiss his gorgeous lips, wanting to taste him, and drown in the feel of him. And it is your answer…All the answer he needs.

***Kyle***

“Kyle? Are you still alive?” You call before slowly opening the door and letting yourself in. Whoa...Is this really the right place?

Kyle’s room was absolutely drowning in haphazardly placed books and paper. There was barely space to properly walk. Moving carefully, you make your way toward the source of this mess. Your helpless boyfriend. More like son…

He's sitting on his desk, focused on his books, unaware of your presence. You raise your hand and grip his ear, yanking it. He yelps, finally noticing you. “Hey!“

His smile irritates you even more. “Don't ‘Hey!’ me. What's with your room, i just arranged it last week!“

“I'm just studying, i guess it happened.“ he admits sheepishly.

What the hell?

You look around the room again. The bed was the only organized place. It's like a hurricane passed by. Really, Kyle…How are you still alive?

Shifting your gaze back to him for another lecture, you see the clear bags under his eyes. He seems pale too.

“When was the last time you got out of here?“ you ask, worried for his health.

“This morning, i think?“ Huh, it's night now!

“You THINK?“ you stare at him. Should you ask more? What if it's worse?...

“Last time you ate?“

“3 days ago, when you gave me that salad.“

“Last time you slept?“

“I don't have time for sleep.“

……dear lord

You just stand there, still trying to process this disaster of a man, mouth opening and closing, yet no words coming out. I have so much i want to say i don't even know from where to start!

“Hey, are you okay?“ he puts his hand on your forehead, as if checking your temperature.

Okay? Me? Are you kidding me? Are YOU okay? How come a Health science student is THIS bad at caring for his own health? ARE YOU REALLY ALIVE?

This…this is hopeless. He is hopeless.

“You're coming with me.“ you grab his hand, dragging him.

“Careful! Those are important documents you're stepping on.“

“You think i give a damn? Just follow me.“

You force him to go with you to the small kitchen and make him sit down on the chair “Stay there. Don't move.“ you warn him, turning around and disappearing to cook some food for him.

Not long after you started, you feel arms wrapping around your waist. You sigh exasperatedly, “Didn't i tell you to stay there?“

“Mhm, i'd rather stay here if i'm not gonna do anything.“ you blush, shivering slightly as you feel his breath against the skin of your neck.

This disaster of a man…What will he do without you…What am i ever gonna do without you.

Smiling sheepishly, you continue cooking, so he could eat and then sleep for a while.

***Edgar***

You agreed to help him review his psychology course, and in turn you get to learn new things.

You should have known it would lead into this kind of situation…

Edgar had you sitting on his lap, facing him, with the excuse that he would be able to see your expressions better this up close.

His hands were all over you, curious and studious, teasing and unrelenting, turning you on to the point of madness, the pleasure they provided you too much and not enough at the same time.

You were addicted to his teasing… to him.

He broke the kiss, lips still touching yours. You whined. You want more of him. You want to get lost in him. You want...

“Hmm…That's an interesting expression. You look unsatisfied, like this is not enough. Are you that turned on already?“ he whispered, voice way too collected for your liking, when you’re breathless and head swimming with all sorts of indecent thoughts.

You turned your gaze away from him, his analytic eyes making you want to escape from them, before he catches on what you were thinking, “I'm n-not.“

“Now, now, don't lie to me. Your eyes went down to the right and you hesitated in your speech. Clear signs of lying. And I know you well enough to tell that even without resorting to psychology.“ you wish you were not this far gone already, because you would certainly like slapping that know-it-all smirk off his gorgeous, beautiful lips.

What were they doing not kissing you...not tasting you… not making you lose yourself in more of him…

[grapementos]

rises the moon

aged up miya osamu x reader

day after day, the same routine was executed without fail, an undeniable sense of dullness draping itself over your usually warm, happy home.

perhaps it was your newlywed status finally losing its candescent honeymoon phase aura of passion, dimming into a lackluster middle-class sheep-like life. it even seemed as if the sun lost its desire to shine as brightly as it did setting on the horizon, casting a picture-perfect post-marriage shadow kiss between you and your husband, osamu.

it instilled a sense of panic within you—was marriage a mistake? had you been faking the love you felt towards osamu because you yourself loved the idea of being loved? it caused more than a few sleepless nights, but eventually you were able to convince yourself that yes, you were undeniably in love with osamu. unfortunately, that only relieved one issue.

the boredom persisted. every morning, you watched him walk out the door for work as you yourself got ready, going through your morning routine without missing a rather monotonous beat. every evening that followed, he came home a little after you, the two of you ate, showered, and slept.

having always been rather comfortable with the idea of a consistent routine, you were initially confused as to why it was bothering you so suddenly.

the stress continued to build, the idea of communicating how you felt to osamu being completely out of the question. how could you tell him you were bored? just the thought of his sad face made your chest ache, your stomach tying and winding itself further into the mess of knots it’d been in for weeks.

the days blurred together, turning into weeks of painfully redundancy. worst of all, it seemed, was that osamu didn’t really notice. he seemed perfectly content with kissing you hello and goodbye at the door, sitting at the table with you only for dinner, and sleeping in the bed with you at night.

were you just creating problems that weren’t there?

being comfortable with routine and consistency, it only took osamu those few weeks to realize something was definitely up with you. you pushed your food around the plate when dinner time came around, didn’t talk about your day at work, and you were developing some barely-there eyebags.

his suspicions had been confirmed when he intentionally flipped his pillow with the exit seam facing outwards, knowing it was one of your pet peeves. when a reaction never came, he went into full husband mode.

that evening, he sat you down on the couch, fully prepared to get something out of you.

“how’s yer week been, hm?” he hummed, draping an arm over the back of the couch, “s’been a long one. m’glad the weekend rolled ‘round already.”

“yeah. work’s been the same, really. the same thing everyday, actually.” a weak chuckle, followed by a lengthy exhale.

he narrowed his eyes, “yeah? wanna tell me about it? y’know i always like t’listen to yer co-worker stories.”

you shrugged, “don’t have any this week. like i said, it’s been pretty boring.”

“boring, huh.” he nodded, glancing off to the side, “is that all?”

“is what all?”

“c’mon, y/n, y’don’t think i’ve noticed how off ya’ve been?” he frowned, searching your eyes for any sign you’d give.

“off? osamu, i’m fine. what’re you on about?” you bit the inside of your cheek, that familiar tingling sensation dancing around your stomach.

“‘osamu’? what happened t‘samu?” his hand delicately reached for yours, “y/n, babe, please just talk t’me. if yer having second thoughts about,” he brushed his thumb over your ring, “about us, i really need ya t’tell me, okay?”

you bit your lip, eyes already starting to water, “no, no, that’s not it. i just,” you took a deep breath, a ball already forming in your throat, preventing you from swallowing, “fuck.”

humiliated at your lack of ability to even form words, you covered your face with your hands, hot tears running down your cheeks.

“hey, hey, don’t cry,” osamu wrapped his arms around your shaking form, “take yer time.” his hand smoothed up and down your back, anxiety thrumming through his veins.

“i just—i’m not good, okay? i shouldn’t be feeling like this, but i—” your body betrayed you, sobs racking your body yet again, “i am.”

“feelin’ like what, babe? you can tell me. i’m not angry at you.”

the word felt like venom on your tongue, “bored. of the routine, the consistency. it’s awful of me, i know, i just can’t help it.” you dug your face into his shirt, gripping onto it tightly to avoid having to face him.

he’d be lying if he said his chest didn’t sting a little at that, “why didn’t ya tell me y’were feelin’ this way?”

“i didn’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled into his chest, “i love you, i love you so much. i’m not bored of you, i could never be. it’s—it’s our life, i think.”

he set his chin down on top of your head, gently rocking the two of you side to side, “i think that’s a part of every relationship, hon. ‘specially newlyweds. what yer feelin’ is valid, okay? don’t ever apologize for telling me how ya feel.”

“it is?”

“yes. what matters s’that you communicated how ya felt even though y’were scared. now i know what yer feelin’ and can help.” he gently tilted your head up to face him, “we’ll get through this, okay? together.”

with shiny eyes, you looked at him, your chest swelling with love and adoration and everything wonderful, “mm-hmm.”

he kissed your forehead, “good. now, let’s spice up our life and drop the routine, yeah?”

i ugly cried cause i’m kinda sensitive. reblogs are appreciated.

[malfoys-demigod]

You, Me, and Salsa Nights

Leo Valdez x Reader

A/N: It was brought to my attention that @kwilliamoon thinks my Leo fics are bomb and I love them so much for that. Enjoy, all! 

Request from them: PLS PLS UHHHH CAN I REQUEST LIKE A LEO FIC WHERE HIM AND HIS GF ARE IN THR MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND THEY CANT SLEEP SO THEY GO INTO THEIR BIG LIVING ROOM AND HE KINDA TEACH HER SALSA OR SMTH AND THEY DANCE LIKE THAT IN A CUTE WAY??

Word Count: 1.6k 

After another long-lasting and draining day at Camp Half-Blood, Leo Valdez was finally done with the day. It was Friday, which meant he went through the last of many things for the weekday. He was finished with the last cabin inspection first thing in the morning, greek classes, battle training, various activities and chores, competition, and campfire sing-along, which he was glad to avoid during the weekends, now that he could have the option to dodge the favorite hobbies of the children of Apollo. 

With it being eleven o’clock in the evening, it was curfew time, and Leo felt a wave of relief the moment he crashed into his comfy single-bed. ‘Happy Friday indeed,’ he thought to himself as his eyes closed, breathing in slowly as he tried falling asleep. 

It was only a few minutes past eleven o’clock when Leo’s face wrinkled in disappointment as he frustratingly sat back up, opening his irritated eyes. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel the need not to sleep at the moment? He shook his head and laid his back against the bed again, trying to knock himself asleep once again. He closed his eyes harder, trying to tell his body that it was time to doze off. 

Not even one minute had passed when Leo’s head felt like an erupting volcano. He started grumbling curse words in Spanish as he sat back up again, placing his hand on his forehead. He looked around the room, examining all his half-siblings, who have succeeded in falling asleep unlike him, which made him envious of what they were doing at the moment. Since his body was not up for sleeping, he had no problem getting out of his steel bunk bed, actively, but slowly, to make sure he wouldn’t wake up anybody. 

Luckily for him, he was nearby the iconic fire pole of his cabin, which comes down from the second floor, the floor he was currently at, all the way to the ground floor. He grabbed onto the pole and made his way down to the ground floor, which was always unclean and messy, filled with junk most of the time. 

Leo looked around the room, checking out the workbench with overflew with scrap metal, screws, bolts, washers, nails, rivets, and a million other machine parts. He may have had the energy to get out of bed, but did not have the enthusiasm to do any work, plus, there was another chance of waking anyone up. 

He made his way to the exit of the cabin, which had a lot of gears around, as he slowly opened the door and stood by the entrance of his cabin. He wasn’t scared of getting caught by authorities such as Mr. D or Chiron, because he was a counselor! He could have made a small, white lie and defended himself by saying he thought he heard someone try to sneak out. Besides, he knew a couple of people, cabin-mate or not, who would also be seen, awake at this ungodly hour. 

Leo was leaning by the brick wall of the entrance, looking all the way at Cabin Four, the cabin covered in beautiful flowers and tomato plants, which would grow on the walls and doorway. It wasn’t hard for Leo to find his girlfriend, Y/N, who would be often seen at night, randomly watering the wildflowers and roses, which grow on the porch, as a way to serve her boredom at night. She too was someone who had trouble sleeping like Leo. 

It didn’t take long for Y/N to discover that her boyfriend was up at night as well on that day. As she was watering the flowers, she noticed a small spot of fire from the corner of her eyesight, waving in mad directions. She looked up and turned to see a figure by Cabin Nine, waving around the small spot of fire she could feel from the corner of her eyesight. 

There was a smile on her face the moment she realized that it was her boyfriend Leo, who was the one by the entrance of Cabin Nine. Y/N quickly finished watering the plants and discretely jogged from her cabin to Leo’s. Leo was opening his arms wide, as Y/N’s body crashed with his, hugging him as tight as she could. 

Leo could hear small giggles from her girlfriend, as he pulled away to see that she was smiling happily from her giggles. “Couldn’t sleep again, mi amor?” he obviously asked her, placing a strand of her hair in the back of her ear. 

Y/N nodded, “Guilty as charged.” Leo nodded as well, understanding her. “Me neither. And I even thought today was one of the most tiring days we’ve had,” he complained playfully. 

Y/N laughed at his complaint, “You probably are starting to lack cardio, Valdez,” she sarcastically suggested, “I can’t sleep because I fear I might have nightmares,” she embarrassingly said, “like last night.” She looked down to the ground, contemplating on the nightmare she experienced recently. 

Leo placed a finger on her chin, causing her to look back up at him. “Hey,” he quietly said, “Nightmares aren’t something to be ashamed of. We all get ‘em too, Y/N. Like literally, last week, I didn’t want to tell you this but I dreamt that Festus ate all my scrap metal, which caused me to wake up screaming and waking up my other cabin-mates.”

Y/N’s embarrassed smile turned into laughter as she giggled again, “And is that why I overheard Jake Mason and Nyssa Barrera complain about you last week?” Leo shrugged sarcastically, without an answer, meaning that it was definitely about that. Y/N nodded in understanding, which caused Leo to shake his head, “Anyways,” he said, “I have a proposition for you, mi amor.”

“I’m listening,” Y/N said. 

Leo turned around to open the door to his cabin. He took a hold of Y/N’s hand as he brought her inside his cabin. Y/N hesitantly pulled his hand, which made him turn around to her attention. “Leo, are you sure this is a good idea for me to be in your cabin? At this hour? I think I should get going-”

“Relaaaax, mamacita,” Leo comforted her, placing his hands on her shoulders, “I’m a counselor of this cabin. I’ve got power here.” he confidently assured her. Y/N took a deep breath and gave in, nodding at Leo, who smiled in relief. 

“Okay,” he said, “I need cardio, and you need something to help distract you from thinking about another round of nightmares, right?” 

“Mhm,” Y/N verified, “And what about them?”

Leo grinned with something on his mind as he turned around to switch on the radio he built, turning on an energetic song, but at a low volume, which was perfect for the two of them to hear. Y/N tilted her head, wondering why he did that. “What’s happening, Leo?”

A smirk grew on Leo’s face as he walked closer to Y/N, placing one hand on her waist, and another on her shoulder. “Cuera Maraca y Bongo is happening and I’m going to teach you how to dance the salsa.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide, but she followed Leo and placed her hands on him as well. “Are you sure this is a good proposition, Leo?” she hesitantly asked him. 

“Again, relax, Y/N/N,” he reminded her, “You’re going to be a natural in this. If my mother taught a hard-headed person like me, then I can teach someone who’s unsure of whether she has the moves in her or not.”

-- 

Y/N, as instructed by Leo, rocked back on her right foot to the beat of the song. She smoothly shifted her weight from the front to back to shift her body position. Leo smiled as she cooperated and executed it well. He swung his hips slightly to accentuate the movement, which she willingly followed. 

She didn’t question how smooth of a dancer her boyfriend was, but instead, she focused on becoming somehow smooth of a beginner dancer that night. 

Once the song was finished, Leo and Y/N were still in each other’s arms, looking at each other with admiration. Leo was astonished at how quickly his girlfriend could learn the salsa, as he took weeks to months, learning from the footsteps of his own mother. There was more to learn about Y/N from his point of view. 

From Y/N’s point of view, she was staggered by how excellent of a dancer he was. She was always there when Leo would taunt others, teasing them that they were to be cautious of his ‘sick dance moves’ he kept in his sleeves. She never knew how much of a skilled dancer he actually was, and they were in fact, the sickest moves she ever witnessed. 

It was time to break the silence when Leo and Y/N coincidentally spoke at the same time, expressing, “You’re amazing.” There was awestruck in their reactions, for saying the same thing at the same time, and for bringing out the truth all of a sudden. 

Y/N chuckled, grinning at Leo, “Leo, I never knew how much of a dancer you were. This is definitely something you should show off to everyone here.”

Leo, flattered, shook his head and hands, “No, no, no, as much as I want to show this off, and believe me, I do, since I have the right to,” he teased, “YOU, my lovely girlfriend, should be the one showing off those moves- well, to the girls, definitely NOT the guys here- er- anyways, Y/N, you’re going to be natural in such a quick time, believe me. You have gifts.”

Y/N smiled, “Aw, thanks, Leo.” Then, all of a sudden, her smile turned into a surprised facial expression, as Y/N figured something out. “Leo! I think we just found a way to use up sleepless nights.”

Leo, happy as ever, leaned in and kissed Y/N’s forehead, and said, “You, me, and salsa nights.”

[blesspastacraig]

A Year in Review

I wanted to creat a list of sorts of everything I wrote in 2020, since I managed to do a lot.

Here’s my one shots:

Not Alone - Published 08 Jan 2020

"I keep telling you, I don't want to go" Craig complains as he burps one of his two newborn twin daughters. His mom, thankfully is burping the other. Craig knows he should be nicer to her but two newborns has him at the end of his tether.

"I know but I'm going to keep pushing you until you do" she says, swaying and patting Daisy's back.

or Craig and Tweek bond at a young parents group because they're the only two people with twins.

New Beginnings - Published 19 Feb 2020

Tweek doesn’t want to push her, so they’re both a little cautious of one another. Tweek doesn’t want to barge in and fill a role she hasn’t given him yet. She’s never had a second parental figure before, and Tweek doesn’t want to force himself into that slot. He barely feels worthy of being the father to his biological child, let alone a stepdad figure to this poor little girl who’s life he’s just invaded.

Or Tweek takes Craig's daughter to a daddy daughter dance because Craig is unable.

Love Chooses You - Published 29 March 2020

He's heard the phrase that you can't choose who you love before, and really, right now he knows it's true. Damien never would have chosen to love Pip of all people.

Rebuild - Published 11 May 2020

“I’m flying Craig!” Tweek cries from the top of the concrete slab. Craig doesn’t answer, only sighs. He sinks down knowing he’s gonna let it happen. He doesn’t want to let it happen but the alcohol has made him slow. Kinda in the same way the drugs have made Tweek fast. They’re out of sync with no way of catching up until sobriety. So Craig just watches, letting it happen. Like he’s watching his own body do nothing. The inner voice tells him to move, to stop it but the body can’t unstick itself from the ground.

Coming Out - Published 20 May 2020

If Tweek is being honest his friends were Craig’s friends, originally. Now they’re his friends too but before Tweek had been a bit of a loner. Not by choice, but for whatever reason kids at school either didn’t like him or just didn’t know he existed. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, studying, playing music or anything one can do alone to ease boredom. For the longest time he’d been the freak and now he actually had friends, like, for real.

Red Racer and Ice Cream - Published 12 June 2020

He could leave, but he knows Tweek will start worrying about him. Tweek is having a good night, he seems pleasantly drunk and is having a great time with Jimmy and Token. Craig doesn't want to wreck what is shaping up to ve a good night for Tweek. It's taken a while to get Tweek to really feel comfortable in social situations like these. He wants Tweek to have the best night he can.

Much Ado About Theatre - Published 15 June 2020

"It's in english stupid, just old english" Tweek reminds Craig.

"Whatever I don't get it. It's like reading gibberish" Craig says dismissively, clearly frustrated.

"Why are you -nghh- taking this class then?" Tweek asks, purely curious. It's not just Shakespeare Craig seems disinterested in. He seems uncomfortable onstage as a whole.

"Because you're taking it" Craig admits sheepishly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Sure - Published 19 June 2020

Craig gets his first piercing and Tweek accompanies for moral support. They talk about facing fears and the future.

or Tweek is covered with piercings and tattoos and Craig is a body mod virgin.

Firsts - Published 02 July 2020

Craig likes having a Birthday in the winter. It's kind of a good excuse for only inviting like, four people to his gatherings on the excuse they can't go outside. Craig was never big on the schoolyard politics, even when he was small. The idea that he had to have the biggest party, or the most extravagant and have to decide who or whom not to invite stressed him out. He likes having the excuse that he only had a small house, and that his Birthday was in winter in Colorado, so that he can only invite his best friends and be done with it.

or Craig and Tweek's first birthdays together as boyfriends.

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vasopressin - Published July 11 2020

Tweek sighs boredly as he stirs the potion in his cauldron. It's not that he doesn't like earning a living making potions for people and casting spells but it's so much of the same thing. It's always love potions, that's all he makes these days.

Distracted - Published 26 July 2020

Tweek and Craig needed this break so badly. He feels kind of bad for Craig's mom, who is probably going to have a sleepless night babysitting their son. But holy shit, they needed this.

Stir Crazy - Published 14 August 2020

Craig Tucker: Tucker baby coming 2020! We could not be more excited to announce that Tweek and I are having a baby! There's no one else I'd rather go on this crazy journey with. - with Tweek Tucker.

or Craig is pregnant in quarantine.

Source Decay - Published 16 August 2020

Craig still hasn't taken off his wedding ring. He knows he should, but he just hasn't found it in him yet. He knows Tweek hasn't either, he's seen it in pictures even though now they've been separated longer than they were together.

Baby’s First Skateboard - Published 10 September 2020

Craig and Tweek never really grew out of skateboarding. They do it less often than they did before becoming parents, but they still do their best to make time.

You’re the Boss at Home - Published 18 September 2020

So he has mixed feelings about his last day. He knows he'll miss working, he's always been a working person and he knows he won't like sitting at home waiting to go into labor. But also, he doesn't have to deal with everyone fussing over him being pregnant anymore.

Little Star - Published 03 October 2020

This can't be happening to him, he can't have a baby! What would he do with a baby? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know what he's going to do when he goes into labour. He knows, inevitably he will. That he will go into labour, the baby has to come out some way and it's gonna hurt. He knows all this, but he can't bring himself to ask for help. He knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know how to ask for help.

Baby Love - Published 02 November 2020

Craig tries to swallow down the pain. He can't yell or cry out. Everyone will know then. He has to stay quiet or else everyone will know. He bites down on his lip hard and crouches on the floor near his bed. He has to just breathe, if he breathes through it he can make it. He knows he can.

This Time Around - Published 12 November 2020

Tweek knew he was pregnant with his second child straight away. It was a 180 from his first pregnancy, where he took months to figure it out. When he was pregnant with his first child, his son Teddy, he didn't really have much in the way of symptoms besides being hungry all the time. That was pretty easy to dismiss and write off. They weren't trying for a baby, so Tweek had no reason to assume he was pregnant. He only worked it out because he began showing.

Whatever We Are - Published 22 December 2020

It's hard because Stan isn't quite sure what he is to Kyle. Is it just sex? Is it more? Does Kyle maybe wanna make it more official soon? Stan doesn't know. He knows he loves Kyle and he'd pretty much do whatever Kyle wants. But for now, he's just enjoying the intimacy.

Temptation - Published 24 December 2020

Being summoned is kinda annoying. It's kind of like being asleep, super deeply and then pulled into the bright bustling world with no warning. It's no wonder most demons are angry and violent.

Tweek is an imp, so he's more on the mischievous, poltergeist side of the spectrum. He still scares the shit out of most people who summon him. Usually kids with ouija boards who don't know what they're doing. It's whatever, Tweek usually chases them for a bit, makes them scream and that's enough mischief for one day. Tweek can choose to appear by choice, and leave when he wants to but he rarely does. Humans are mostly annoying, so he stays in his own little world until some idiot summons him.

Traditions - Published 25 December 2020

"I hate Christmas" Craig sighs, looking around at all the lights and decorations. He glares at all the people bustling around. Don't they have homes to go to? He rests a hand on his swollen stomach, he certainly wishes he was home.

Here’s My Multichapters, completed and ongoing:

The Sound of Silence - Completed 25 January 2020

15 Chapters

Craig manages to find himself alone, jobless and a new parent. He struggles to put the pieces of his life back together and build something new for both himself and his daughter.

Don’t Break Me - Completed 26 March 2020

2 Chapters

"What are you -ngrhh- accusing me of?" Tweek growls.

"Literally nothing Tweek, I'm accusing you of your health improving? Isn't that good?" Craig huffs in annoyance. He's sick of his intentions being misinterpreted.

Insight - Completed 10 April 2020

2 Chapters

Craig listens to the incessant ticking of the clock on his wall. He can’t actually see it, it’s night and all the lights are off. But he can hear it, a constant reminder of the passing of time. He knows he should sleep, he really wishes he could but it’s just too hard. Knowing Tweek isn’t here but not knowing where Tweek is. He can’t help but worry even though he has so much more to worry about. His mom would tell him off, tell him he needs to rest but this thing with Tweek has him so messed up.

When We’re Older - Completed 04 July 2020

10 Chapters

When they're older they'll start again. They'll get married, find a house, do it all right. Have children when the time is right and build the loving, nurturing home they both have always wanted.

Stowaway - Completed 14 July 2020

3 Chapters

He's slowly beginning to accept it himself, yes, he's pregnant. He knows it but he's not quite ready to face the consequences yet. He didn't intend to get pregnant, he just got too drunk at a party and had sex with a childhood friend. Consensual but unprotected. He feels stupid now.

So he hides them, the baby, like a little stowaway.

Algorithm - Completed 12 August 2020

5 Chapters

Craig shakes his head. He looks at the homemade bracelet which spells Craig on Tweeks wrist. His heart breaks thinking about how Tweek will cut it off once he knows the truth.

Two for the Price of One - Completed 26 August 2020

4 Chapters

Craig has never been one to succumb to baby fever. He knows a lot of people in his profession do. Both he and his husband, Tweek, professional lives revolve around babies. Newborns too, and while Craig acknowledges that babies may be cute, other people's kids have never really triggered some urge to have his own.

Hungry - Completed 11 September 2020

2 Chapters

Tweek has heard about cryptic pregnancies before. He's seen I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant before, people saying they didn't have any nausea, felt normal, didn't put on weight. This isn't quite that, Tweek gained a small amount of weight. He felt fatigued, but he just put that down to stress. He didn't feel nauseous unless he had a headache, so it was really easy to blame that on the headache. The real only symptom he's had is the hunger. He doesn't think it's far fetched that he didn't realise, surely?

or Tweek doesn't realise he's pregnant because his only real symptom is being hungry all the time :)

Creek Week 2020 - Completed 02 November 2020

7 Chapters

My contribution for this years Creek Week 2020

All seven of these are short snippets of either fics I intend to write, or AU's I have left unfinished. But I thought it might be fun to share small excerpts.

Complicated - Ongoing, Last updated 08 January 2021

18 Chapters Published, 20 Chapters all together.

Craig kind of has an image. It's not that he's pretending to be someone else, but he likes to be perceived as aloof, cold and quiet. He's nice to people who truly know him, but he doesn't like to be perceived as soft from the outside. People already think he's kind of weird, and putting up those walls really helps him to keep unwanted people out. His boyfriend sees his sensitive side, his friends do and his family do. The rest of the world gets a cold shoulder, at least until he gets to know someone and decides to let them in.

Craig and Tweek figure out an unplanned pregnancy, Craig learns families come in all shapes and sizes. Especially LGBTQ ones.

AO3 Statistics:

Word Count: 261512

Hits: 22599

Works Published: 31

Top Five Fics by Hits:

1. Complicated

2. When We’re Older

3. The Sound of Silence

4. Stowaway

5. Hungry

All in all, not a bad output. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, leave kudos and comment. ❤️

[lark-mar3nmae]

Damn.

So...I read a fanfic that I can't get out of my head 2-3 months ago I think and it was a good one but I dont remember the title or the author but I remember details BuT I oBvIoUsLy f*ed up because I didn't save it (like the idiot I am) which is weird because I thought I did you know ... which makes me think i must have stumbled over it while on a fanfic binge on one of my many sleepless nights and I FoRgOt To SaVe iT.

So now...NOW I'm looking for it on both ao3 and ff.net because I don't remember where I read it...do y'all understand what that means??

I'm doing deep dives...into the archives...well okay not deep deep dives like going to the VERY beginning of all the fanfics for the fandom im obsessed with currently...I've done that out of sheer boredom whilst sick and quarantining cause of covid (don't judge me). Instead I've pinpointed (on ao3 atleast) when writers started churning out season 5 stories (230 if anyone is curious) and I'll work my way down to current stories...in my defense I've done every search I can think of so I didn't have to look for it this way but nothing has turned up which is how I've become so confused about which site I read it on...thank the stars my classes haven't started yet cause this would be so much more difficult...

[sankt-brekker-the-demjin]

You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU

Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]

Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.

It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.

Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary. 

Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.

Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.

"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.

She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.

"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."

His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."

"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.

Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.

"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."

"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."

Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.

"That's mine -" Tom protested.

"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.

He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.

Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."

"What are you gonna do?"

Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.

Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."

Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.

"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.

"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.

Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.

Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."

She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.

"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.

"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.

As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.

The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around. 

Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.

Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"

Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.

He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"

But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.

Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.

And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.

It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.

Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.

Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.

"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.

That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.

Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.

The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.

Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.

What the fuck |

She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.

Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.

Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.

"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.

Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."

"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.

Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."

She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.

They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.

"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.

She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."

He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"

From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.

Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.

He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.

An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.

"Where's Y/N?"

Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."

Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.

"I'm starving," he stood beside her.

"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.

Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.

"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.

A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...

For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.

Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."

"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."

"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"

She shrugged.

Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."

"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.

Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.

A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.

They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.

"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.

"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.

"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."

Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.

"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.

She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."

-

Roll the end credits.

[bloodbvg]

[ JORDAN FISHER , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ] hey, isn’t that MATT DONOVAN ? you know, that 21 / 21 year old HUMAN. i’ve heard they are a WHITMORE STUDENT, which means they must know what’s going on in this town, right ? anyways, i’ve heard they’re looking to MAKE A BETTER LIFE FOR HIMSELF in beacon falls. don’t tell anyone, but they’re UNAWARE of the supernatural. you can’t miss them — they’ll remind you of DENIM JACKETS AND OLD, BEAT-UP BOOTS; SAYING A PRAYER EVERY TIME YOU START UP YOUR OLD TRUCK; DARK CIRCLES UNDER YOUR EYES FROM SLEEPLESS NIGHTS; ALWAYS SMELLING A LITTLE BIT LIKE COFFEE; ATLAS, WEARING A PROUD SMILE IN SPITE OF HIS TREMBLING ARMS.

i have no idea how this is gonna turn out, i’m just letting you know ahead of time.  thank you in advance. xo.

you can check out his stats page here and his pinterest here.  let’s get into it!

BACKSTORY.

matthew donovan:  son of the mess of mystic falls, kelly donovan, and an absentee deadbeat father later revealed to be peter maxwell.  younger brother to resident wild child vicki donovan. 

the tl;dr:  kelly provided for her kids where she could, although as the years went on, she acted less like a mother and more like a friend, when her children still needed a mother in their lives.  her wild streak led to matt learning how to be self-sufficient at an early age. 

despite being younger, matt often had to play big brother to vicki, reprimanding her about going to school and doing her homework.  he made them both dinner and took care of her when she was hungover after a night of partying

kelly’s irresponsibility meant money was never a sure thing, so as soon as he was old enough he got a job at the grill, despite the owner laughing in his face when she realized he was “kelly’s kid.”  by this point, matt knew the stigma the donovan name carried, and — just like when his teachers recalled having vicki in class and he had to assure them he was not the same student she was — he assured her that he wasn’t his mother. 

so matt worked twice as hard just to prove that he was different from the rest.  he could be trusted, he could handle responsibility, he wouldn’t show up late or hungover or both.  he saved up enough money to buy a run-down, beaten-up old junker of a truck, brought home food from work some nights to make sure there was dinner on the table.  when the tips were good he’d give some to kelly to make sure bills got paid. 

it wasn’t a glamorous life but it was all matt knew.  he managed good grades all through high school, a successful run on the football team, and even nabbed the oh-so-important sash and crown of prom king.  

his fears of having to play football in college in order to afford it were assuaged after one of his teachers helped him score some clutch scholarships, and off to whitmore college he went.  his major?  social work. 😌

fast forward to the present.  entering his junior year of college, not too much has changed.  he still lives at home, does what he can to help out vicki, and kelly when she decides she wants to live with them and not with whatever boyfriend she’s seeing.  it’s tense, but matt keeps shoving it down instead of dealing with the emotional toll it’s taking.  joined a frat out of boredom and curiosity, although he’s largely remained the same golden boy everyone knows and loves and takes advantage of!

remember when i said tl;dr?  lol

SEASON ONE.

jesus christ, here we are.  i don’t know what to tell you.  in canon, matt doesn’t do much when it’s not directly related to a girl he’s dating, or tyler.  so this is gonna be pretty vague until i’ve plotted stuff out.  woo!

blood bag, punching bag.  ruin his life, but in a fun and sexy way.  help him make bad choices after his breakup with elena.  bi awakening!  

idk in the season the only thing that happens to him is vicki dying and him kicking his mom out.  he starts dating caroline but i’m not married to any ship.  the boy is an open book!  fuck him up!

SEASON TWO.

once again . . . not a lot going on!  in the show this is when he finds out about the supernatural via caroline and tyler but honestly it could unfold however it unfolds!  continuing to be a punching bag and a blood bag for the supernaturals in the process.

literally someone please just give this boy something to be happy about.

SEASON THREE.

y’all know the drill at this point.   do i even need to bother listing big canon points?  no but i’m going to

drowns himself and bonnie brings him back so he can communicate with ghosts via bonnie........ wack but his and jer’s medium plots were kinda fun so catch me keeping this somehow

otherwise just takes on a bigger role in helping the gang now that he knows about the supernatural.  starts to kinda be interested in rebekah?  idk

this was an entire mess but.  it is what it is.  i tried to include as little about other characters as possible to leave it open for plotting, which is why this is kind of an open-ended disaster.  oh well!  we tried.

i didn’t even ATTEMPT to include the teen wolf gang into this now but just know that matt’s always gonna be there for his friends and help them figure shit out, even when he doesn’t know what’s going on.  will he probably resent the supernatural later in life?  maybe but i’m not julie plec so i’m not gonna have him like turn against his friends, fuck that.

and finally, matt’s not gonna be a cop, he says acab and he means it 😌  that’s why he’s gonna be a social worker baby!!!!

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Princess of Dorsa, by Eliza Andrews, chapter 6

Chapter 5 was very unexciting and chapter 6 doesn't start off much better: Tasia herself is bored with her lesson and falling asleep. I do love the scenery's description, it is very immersive (it's ironic that I say this about a description that is supposed to arise boredom and sleepiness). Her creep of a teacher notices that she's falling asleep, so he quizzes her about the lesson. She replies way more diplomatically than usual, which is good because it makes her sound more calm and clever than when she just lashes out.

As she describes her creepy teacher, we get some lore from the Wise Men: they wear their hair like medieval monks. That's it. That's the lore.

Also apparently the house of Dorsa was founded by a barbarian who had a wizard brother that he killed, so I guess that's why there hasn't been any magic so far. The book did a great job at making the explanation sound as boring and uninteresting as Tasia found it, so I almost forgot about it. Then suddenly we get this:

"Your father told me earlier today that he intends to make you his true heir," Norix said. "You'll still have to marry, of course, but your father wants you to be the one with the power, not your husband."

I was mistaken, looks like she will have to marry anyways. I understand this in part, but not really. It would make sense for her to marry after they find out who tried to kill her, or at least can rule some possible suspects out. Otherwise they would not only anger the killer by naming her the heir, but also giving him the possibility of getting closer to her and murdering her for real.

Another thing to note is that Tasia's parents had few children for their time and station. I don't know if this is because her father is impotent, because her mother had poor health (which could be, except we don't have any idea of how she and Tasia's brother died) or if they had other babies that died, but it is a massive inconvenient. If House Dorsa is ruling a massive Empire, the more children they have to marry off to other houses, the better.

Her creepy teacher, Norix, proceeds to act all condescending and explain to her that normally, females can't inherit (as if she didn't know) but that given the circumstances, it is time to do a very special exception, despite the fact that Tasia hasn't either shown strong leadership skills nor an interest in the crown.

I am tired of "females can't inherit" being common law in fantasy: the Salic Law was responsible for women not being allowed to ascend to the throne and inherit titles or property for a big part of the medieval age (although it varied depending on the century, some countries didn't have this law while in others it was introduced a lot later, etc. So even realistic fiction authors should double-check their facts). Of couse, even without it, mysoginy was a reality that shaped women's lives in many ways. During the medieval age, women worked on the fields for as many hours as the men did, but in my country they only got the same pay as children purely because of their sex. But those circumstances and the Salic Law were not something unavoidable or that just had to happen, and it is tiring how a lot of medieval fantasy books just expect readers to accept settings where women don't have any power (except for a few exceptions) with no explanation. Sometimes they even have less power than real medieval women; a lot of authors seems to think that for some reason, lower class women never worked? Or did anything apart from having babies, staying in the kitchen or prostituting themselves, really (something that a lot of the time they are portrayed as enjoying, of course). Hell, even high-born women did a lot of remarkable things during the Middle Ages that the majority of people don't know about, either because the men in power didn't want them written in history or because they deemed them less important just because women did them.

But back to the point.

"And I happen to believe that your father's decision is rooted in wisdom. This might be the right time in history - and you might be the right princess in history - for a woman to rule again."

And I happen to disagree, but then again I am not a pervy old man with a monk's haircut, so you know, grain of salt.

Tasia's brow furrowed. She was the right princess to rule the Empire? Norix's sudden proclamation was more than out-of-context and unexpected; it was out-of-character. She was relatively certain that her tutor didn't even like her, let alone think her capable of ruling an entire empire.

Even Tasia thinks he's full of shit.

Norix informs her that they are interrogating the man that was trying to kill her (while cosplaying as a Wise man) but that they are having a hard time getting anything out of him because he can resist truth serum. I was fine with this until:

To resist the truth serum required years of careful, painstaking training. It required poisoning yourself with the serum on ever-increasing doses, tolerating months of sleepless nights and vomiting until one built up an immunity to it,

Wait wait wait, no. Months of sleepless nights? The longest recorded time a person has been without sleeping is 11 days. Not sleeping for days can have very damaging effects on the body; it can cause hallucinations, paranoia and psychosis, along with damage to the nervous system, poor movement coordination and devastating effects on a person's mental health and overall wellbeing. It even messes with your hormones and your entire internal clock, affecting hunger, body temperature, etc. It is rare to die because of lack of sleep but it happens, and I am sure that anybody would die after months of not sleeping, if they hadn't gone insane first.

Tasia reaches the conclusion that it's possible that the Wise Man that tried to kill her wasn't a cheap cosplayer but the real deal, since the means to train somebody to resist the truth serum are expensive. Which means that the one that wanted to kill her was a noble. We don't know exactly what Wise Men do because knowing about their hairdos was more important, but they seem to be teachers to the rich and the poor alike, as well as advisors to nobles. So far, none of them have proven to be master assassins, let alone to have good fighting skills. Why would they send one of them to kill her? No wonder he didn't get the job done. They could have trained a professional assassin to resist truth serum and just have him/her do the deed.

It's also stupid because Wise Men seem to be fairly publicly known as well, so that should make it easier to track down the killer. What makes it worse is that, if the assassin was indeed a Wise Man, he tried to murder her in his Wise Man uniform for everyone to recognize his status, which is extremely dumb.

Norix starts to ramble about how clever she is for having reached that conclussion (... It's not an impressive deduction, and it doesn't make Tasia look clever, but the book look dumb), and he points out that she has an ability to manipulate people, like the guards of Sunfall gate. When Tasia is like "wtf" he reminds her that everyone and their mother knows about Tasia's lovers. Which yeah, Tasia has mentioned before that everyone and their mother does, indeed, know about them. Why is she surprised when she already knows that everybody knows?

"You are many things, my dear girl. Imprudent, churlish, impulsive, mule-headed - these all describe you well. Still..." he said, almost as if to himself, "they are traits you can learn to temper, should you decide to. Traits you could use, even. As your father has. Statecraft, strategy, the right balance of daring and caution. These are things that I can teach you. But loyalty - aaah, loyalty cannot be taught. And the one thing I know you are not is a traitor."

This is... A weird way to phrase it. You could just say that she's a loyal person instead of being like "well, you definitely are not a traitor ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so you'll do". And so far, Tasia hasn't demonstrated any kind of loyalty to the Empire or to anyone else but herself, really. She has mentioned several times that she isn't bothered about politics, her lessons bore her to death and she puts 0 effort into them, and she hasn't thought once about the Empire apart from when the men urge her to (her father, Norix, Cole, etc.), and even then she hasn't had a single thought of her own about it. She hasn't been traitorous either, but she doesn't seem to care enough to be. She only comes across as a selfish brat. Not caring enough to go out of your way to hurt someone or somehing =/= loyalty. Honestly, the only reason that would make me believe that Norix supports her as a ruler is that he believes she will be easily manipulable since she doesn't give a shit, and then, as an advisor, he will be the one with all the power.

Now that I think about it, only the noblemen have ever worried about politics in this book. All the noblewomen we have seen so far are too worried about their lovers and their looks to spare a single thought about politics, despite the fact that they will be their husband's confidantes in the future and they should have notions of how things work to be able to give good advice and to be politically competent as noblewomen. This is not only sexist, it doesn't even make sense. Even Tasia’s mother seemed to be only interested in singing with her pretty exotic birds and was so damn unremarkable that Tasia outright tells us that everyone has pretty much forgotten about her. Not even Disney princesses are so damn politically useless. If the noblewomen in your "gritty" look-at-how-many-times-I-mention-sexual-assault-aren't-I-edgy-esque series fall short at the side of Disney princesses, you're doing something extremely wrong.

After talking about the fact that it was the Emperor's idea and not Norix's to name Tasia the official heir, she remembers how her dad was talking about some of the women that had become Empresses in their own right:

Empress Adela, the warrior-queen who'd saved the nascent Empire after a series of wars that had nearly destroyed it. Adela's father had only two daughters, and the younger one died before reaching adolescence. Rather than marrying Adela off and turning her husband into the heir, he named Adela the heir and never forced her into marriage.

But Tasia is still forced to get married? Why?

Tasia asks Norix why did he tell her before the Emperor could, and Norix says that he wanted Tasia to not be taken by surprise and to do something stupid in front of the Emperor. Great trust you have in her, dude. Somehow, Tasia doesn't take offense on that, which she should. She takes offense when Jos does as much as breathe near her, but Norix insults her to her face and it is A-okay? He's her teacher and everything, but still, she mentioned earlier that everyone should know their station. That he told her beforehand also bothers me because it will make the naming scene far less epic; now that Tasia knows it won't be as interesting or impressive, and far less dramatic.

Out of the blue, but why didn't her father remarry after her mother died? Unless he had a problem, the natural course of action in a society where the upper class needs heirs would be to remarry both for the babies and the extra power. This reinforces my theory about him being impotent. We are given no explanation whatsoever for a lot of things that we should know, so I will headcannon away. No cannon facts can stop me because they don't exist.

After Tasia finishes her lessons she starts to get nauseous because all the responsibility of being an Empress is hitting her at once. Joslyn tries to make her feel better:

"Princess... If it eases your burden any... I want you to know that no assassin will get near you again. Not while I remain in your service"

She is so kind and considerate, I love her.

"That eases my burden none," Tasia said. "I've known you for all of - what? Four hours on the clock? Five? And as you pointed out, the attempt on my life was only last night. Then you suddenly appear today? For all I know, you are my assassin's accomplice, weaseling your way into the palace to finish the job."

Why are you like this, Tasia? Okay, you're worried about the assassin, but throwing sudden accusations isn't going to help you. And since when you have suspected Joslyn of anything? This comes completely out of the blue. "That eases my burden none, I won't rest until I find the mastermind behind the assassin." Would have been a way better response while still coming across as angry and aloof. Her actual answer not only makes her come across as angry but as a total idiot as well.

[...] to the Princess's private apartments, at which point Joslyn slipped ahead of her and inspected all three chambers - the antechamber, Tasia's bedchamber, the servant's bedchamber. Tasia put on a show of the inspection being superfluous and unnecessary, but secretly she was glad for the guard's diligent caution.

If you are grateful for it, why did you put on a show and got mad? The only thing you will get doing this is that Joslyn will be less eager to inspect the rooms next time. Granted, she answers to the Emperor, but if you're telling her that the inspection doesn't need to be done, she might think twice about it next time. Why is the author doing this? This is not cute, this is not "banter, or "rivals to lovers" or whatever, this is just stupid and makes Tasia look immature.

Whatever it was, Tasia had to admit to herselt that she felt just a little bit safer as she crossed the treshold into her private chambers.

A shame that this won't stop you from being an asshole to Joslyn.

[asinclxirs-blog]

[ MUSE 82 ] ●● is that TOM HOLLAND? no, that’s just ALEXANDER “ALEX” SINCLAIR, the 20 year old CISMALE who is a COLLEGE STUDENT. some say they’re ELITIST and VOLATILE, but their family and friends will swear they’re FOCUSED and LOYAL. when i think of them, i think of sleepless nights, bruised knuckles, and sad eyes. i wonder if his family knows that HE WAS RECENTLY DIAGNOSED WITH DEPRESSION. ●● ( Mar && 23 && est && she/her )

Trigger Warnings: mental health, depression, anxiety, references to self-harm and attempted suicide, panic attacks

Hi everyone I’m Mar. I was here once but I had finals going on and time was crazy so I didn’t really get to know everyone. But now I have a lot more time on my hands, and I’ve wanted to bring in Alex for awhile. Listed below are some basics about him, I also have his statistics up on my page that go a little more in depth. I’ll have his bio ready whenever I don’t feel like being lazy. Please love my sad little emotional tornando and give this post a like if you want to plot. You can also message me on my discord mar_rosex#6743 at anytime. I promise I don’t bite. I can’t wait to interact with your muses! ( Also this is so long I write wayyy to much pls bear with me x: )

Basic Intro:

Alexander, aka Alex Sinclair (Don’t call him Alexander unless you want him to throw a shit fit) is the eldest of the Sinclair siblings. During most of the year he’s away at school in Boston. But for some breaks and visits he’s living with his family in Ashcroft. 

His mom left when he was only three. He actually does remember her, though a lot of it is very fuzzy. His feelings are very conflicted. He has abandonment issues just like his other siblings. But he can’t bring himself to hate her. He’s wanted to try to find her for awhile now but worries what the others will say if he does. He has this very ‘the grass is always greener’ perception about her. Like if she were still here they all would have turned out better, or maybe Alex wouldn’t have this irrational need to shut out any woman in his life that attempts to be a mother figure. He knows it’s stupid to hold out hope of ever coming in contact with her again, but that doesn’t mean he’s given up on that dream.

His relationship with his family is complicated. Mostly because they’re aware of his mental health issues, and it embarrasses him. Sometimes he’s around and other times he’ll text his dad the night before Thanksgiving dinner and say he’s gonna spend it somewhere else. He wants to be the big brother that buys them alcohol when they sneak off to parties, and beats up the bullies. He does love them though, even if he’s not good at explaining emotions. His ‘ I love yous ’ are very subtle. If they need him, he’s there without hesitation. While he struggles with explaining things to his dad, he will talk to his siblings. It’s always felt like the three of them against the world. 

He isn’t aware of his father’s illegal business, but Alex doesn’t have much interest in the legal one. Business involves too much talking, too much kissing peoples asses. It’s not his kind of career. But besides this Alex still has an irrational need to please his dad. He feels like he has to do double the work since his mother isn’t there to see all his achievements. He also knows how successful the men in his family are (even if it wasn’t for legal reasons), and he wants to be better than them.

To most, Alex comes off as an outgoing guy, and kind of a dick. On the outside he’s very elitist. He will always try to be the smartest in the room, and let you know it. Alex has always had this irrational need to be the best at everything. Even if he isn’t, he’ll thinks he is. He knows the weight of his name, and has constantly used it over the years to get what he wants. But at the same time he’ll also mock others who do the same and call them trust fund brats. If he sees you as a threat, aka you’re outshining him--it’s a big issue. If he likes you though he’ll stick his neck out for you. (This mostly applies to his siblings, but they’re not safe from his competitive streak either.)  His loyalty to those he cares for knows no bounds. And if you’re in some trouble he’s the first person there to help get you out of it.

Alex’s elitist streak doesn’t just end with interactions. He wants success, he craves it. Give him the smallest bit of power and he’ll run with it. Even if he’s set for life he plans to use his degree to make a name for himself. To be known as more than just another Sinclair kid. School has always come easy to Alex. He decided to attend Boston University and just finished his Sophomore year. Academics have always been something he’s enjoyed, but he can often get away with doing well and not studying. He’s studying Engineering with a minor in Chemistry. Math and Science have always been his favorite subjects. He loves knowing there’s a definite answer. Put him in an English class and he’ll either fall asleep or slowly die of boredom.

But below the surface there’s always been something more to him. He isn’t this outgoing, cocky guy that everyone thinks he is. No one talks about the fact that if there’s too many people in the room his hands will start to shake and he’ll lose the ability to complete a sentence. Or that during parties Alex always ends up outside after it feels like the room is closing in on him. Rumors hushed pretty quickly when someone though they heard Alex say that socializing feels draining. Most assume his permanent frown is due to looking down on everyone else. For some reason he always seems angry, even when no one is trying to steal his thunder. It’s always felt that way. Ever since he was a little kid and would run off only to be found by his dad hiding somewhere, a sobbing mess that couldn’t stop shaking. 

Therapists used to blame his mom, so when he turned 18 he refused go anymore. They said his abandonment issues led to irrational bouts of anxiety. But it’s easy to blame her when Alex has always just been...sad. There’s never been a day where he doesn’t feel the endless need to be the best or please those he cares about. There’s days where he can’t get out of bed. Days where eating or showering seem like too much so he just lays there, wondering why the hell the universe bothered with him. He feels like the doctors never listen. That they think he’s crazy when he’s just angry. 

He’s terrible with his emotions in general. In high school he was nicknamed a hot head for always snapping at others or trying to get in fights with those who threatened him. If it wasn’t for his last name, he probably would have gotten suspended for bruising his knuckles on the other boys’ faces. In college his roommate has forced him to take up boxing, where they’ll go to the gym for hours and just punch the bag. It helps, but the rage is always simmering. Instead of coming off as weepy and sensitive he uses anger to communicate. It’s often a cry for help, but he’ll never admit that. He’d rather have people think he’s a dick than crazy.

Every year it got worse, especially after he moved away to school. In high school he’d be medicated to keep things under control. But without therapy the pills stopped, and so did his control. The panic attacks became more common, to the point where people in his classes would notice the sweat on his brow or the shallow breathing. His roommate would comment on how Alex hadn’t left the dorm in two weeks, or that his phone was off for days. He wouldn’t go home for certain breaks or weekends, worried that his dad would see him and be disappointed. Or that Leo and Dylan would think he was too crazy to be around anymore. 

It came to a head at the end of the current spring semester. His last psychiatrist told him that he was a volcano, and everything was going to blow if he didn’t confront his issues. It started at a party his friends were throwing. They dragged him there The typical signs were all showing. He couldn’t talk to them without downing some drinks. The room felt like it was closing in every time someone brushed against his back. Too small a space and way too many people around. Everything that he’d been pushing away suddenly rose to the surface. He doesn’t remember most of it. He just remembers running out of there, and then he’s in the dorm showers. He didn’t remember the knife he took from the kitchenette or one of his hall mates screaming for help. He always did it as a teenager when his dad was looking the other way, and it never caused too much harm. It was always a release. But this time it was.

So the school sent him home, and his professors took his current grades as finals. He has to go to a psychiatrist for the rest of the summer in order to get cleared to go back in the Fall. She refers to it as ‘the incident’, much like the other few people that are aware of it. She’s also diagnosed him with Depression. He refuses to talk about it head on with pretty much anyone, and his issues in general. Everyone else just assumes he finished the semester out early. Since he has to go, Alex  just tells the psychiatrist what she wants to hear. He takes the pills she gives them but tries to flush them down the toilet when no one is looking. He hates being home. He hates being labeled as a crazy ticking time bomb. His anger hasn’t suppressed, if anything it’s gotten worse. He just wants to go back to that toddler who was laughing with his mom in the backyard and blowing bubbles. Not the mess he is now.

Wanted Connections:

Sinclair Fam: I need this. All the family, all the drama. Give it to me. 

Ride or Die: His best friend since they could walk. One of the only people outside of his family that knows what the hell is going on with Alex. These two are hardly seen apart. They probably are one of the few people who can push him to try in therapy and help him get his shit together. 

College Roommate: I think this would be interesting if it were someone from Ashcroft. Especially since they’re one of the few people who know about the incident and Alex’s struggles. It’d be cool if maybe this was someone who he always knew but didn’t get close with until they lived together. Also now that they’re both home and can see one another again it’d be interesting. 

High School Friends: I imagine he had a small group he was close with in school. People that he still bothers to talk to after graduation. People that he grew up with and know him better than most.

College/Boston Friends: People he met while away at school. Maybe they also live in Ashcroft or recently moved there. 

Enemies: Since Alex is a dick to 90% of the human population he’s well aware that he’s made enemies. There’s probably a line of them tbh.

Ex-Girlfriend: Alex isn’t a relationship guy. That requires too much of letting someone else in. I imagine this was something from highs school and he pushed her away. Maybe it was mutual. Or it could be really messy. I love everything angsty so I’m down for w/e for this. 

Flings: As I said above he’s not into relationships. He’ll usually hookup or do FWB, but he’s pretty private about it. He doesn’t let the line blur between a hookup and something more. Usually if he thinks someone’s catching feelings he’ll end things. 

If you had any other ideas in mind don’t hesitate to hit me up about them. I’m always down for anything, I’m a shameless plot whore. 

[lordsicheng]

it had to be you; lucas wong

Lucas x OC

g: fluff, enemies to “friends”

Prompt: Prompt List pt.1 -  fluff (cheesy ver) - #5 

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you’re angry?”

requested? yes! ♥ requests are also still open for this prompt list

Word count: 1.9k~

“That’s weird.”

That was the only thing you ever said as you arrived to one of your classes, noticing you knew literally nobody as you looked around the classroom. You were sure that class was the one texted by your friends, who already signed up beforehand. You were quite late yourself in signing up, forgetting you had free time in between 1pm and 4pm, so to kill time, you decided to take a class your friends were gonna take

Or so you thought.

Blinking a couple of times as you looked to the side, you saw someone familiar and paused to look at him closely. For some reason, you kind of had a feeling it was someone you knew, someone you probably were classmates with, and yet

“Of all people?” you suddenly groaned, making him look at you with the same flabbergasted expression

“Wow. Are you following me?” he stood up from his seat, crossing his arms as he turned to you

“Honestly, I would’ve understood if I was the only freshman in this class. And yet you’re here, Lucas, which makes the whole experience worse.” you whined, looking around to find a different seat, far away from Lucas as you walked over to the back

“What on earth did I ever do to you to hate me this much, y/n?” he followed you without knowing as he spoke, making you turn to look back at him all irritated

“I don’t know, maybe because you never apologized to me after you ‘accidentally’ dropped your bottle of water over my final project, which I spent three consecutive sleepless nights for!” you waved your hands in annoyance, and yet you both didn’t realize the others inside the classroom were already staring at the both of you while arguing

“I’ve got nothing to say.” he responded rather coldly, crossing his arms again as he took a step back to his desk

You looked around and noticed some of your classmates were already looking at both of you, some of them kind of containing their laughter either they found it funny or cute. Maybe even both.

Because you really had no choice, you decided to just sit next to Lucas—but you moved your seat many inches from him, making him almost burst into laughter

“What?” you gave him a stink eye, putting your bag on the desk

“It’s weird for us to even be in the same class together. Even weirder for us to have to sit together.” he rolled his eyes as he turned his head to look at the whiteboard, trying to ignore you as the professor arrived before you could even respond in spite

The whole time you were in class, it was just an exchange of either glances or eye rolls between both of you whenever you accidentally met eyes while looking around the classroom out of boredom from your own professor. However, you both didn’t really have a choice since you knew no one else but each other, so you had to suck it up for the most part.

“Alright, I want to have you all paired since I’m giving a small piece of homework.” your professor announced mid class, making you look around frantically in hopes you won’t get paired with Lucas

“However, I can only pair people who are in the same course. I think everyone here is an art major?” he asked, looking around the classroom as you contained yourself from raising your hand that you weren’t an art major just to make sure you weren’t gonna end up getting paired with Lucas

And yet, to your embarrassment, he actually did raise his hand

“Yes?”

“Sir, we’re both from the Sports department so we’re not-“ you suddenly slapped his shoulder so hard for him to stop him from speaking, making him look at you with a scrunched up face whilst rubbing the part where you had hit him hard

“I swear if we get paired-“

“Alright, you’re both automatically a pair then. This is to ensure that you won’t have a hard time trying to find each other to try and finish the homework in case your schedules didn’t meet.” your professor nodded, turning to his desk to grab his notebook for the list of the class

“Great, you idiot.” you mumbled, but Lucas was able to hear and poked your arm to try and get your attention

“Can we at least be civil with one another?” he asked, pouting slightly that made you frown as you turned your head to him

“Fine.” you groaned, leaning back on your seat as you crossed your arms

“Alright, looks like I have given enough for the homework. Anyways, you two at the back?” your professor pointed to you and Lucas as he stood from his table

“Why did you guys sign up for this class, by the way?” he asked out of curiosity, leaning on his desk as he crossed his arms

“We…” you paused, trying to think of a better reason than “Oh, I got here because my friends told me to sign up for this class” type of reason, by which of course, you didn’t end up getting any ideas

“We just… like art!” Lucas grinned and nodded, giving some of the students in class and even the professor a good roar of laughter as the school bell for dismissal had rang whilst everyone’s amusement

“Well I guess you’re both welcome here. Class, do your homework and I’ll see you all on Wednesday.” he walked out with his textbook and left the room in a jiffy, making you put your head on the table and whine rather lowly, Lucas looking at you as he stood up all confused and grabbing his backpack

“We’re gonna be late for our next class. It’s a major subject for all the Sports Department students.” he said as he put on his backpack, forcing you to stand up and put your own as well

“Can we ignore each other during the next class?” you grumbled, trying to walk away

“But what about our homew-“

“We’ll do something about it thirty minutes before class. Just please.” you sighed as you continued to leave, Lucas feeling quite let down as he was actually eager to finish the homework beforehand to not let the stress get to both of you

The two classes you both were in right after art class made you feel low in energy, especially because you were quite embarrassed by what had happened. Lucas, who usually sat at the back of the class due to his tall stature, couldn’t help but look at you and somehow feel bad. But he didn’t mean to embarrass you in any way since he only tried to help out.

“So you misread my text about the class number? No wonder you didn’t show up in class.” your friend whispered as she leaned near you, you resting your chin on your arm on the desk whilst scribbling on your notes

“Of all people, I had to be stuck with Lucas.” you sighed, turning to look at her slightly

“Lucas? Lucas Wong? Seriously? The guy who messed up your whole project for finals?” she gasped a bit, trying to hide her shock

“Who else?” you grumbled, blowing a raspberry as you continued on drawing doodles on your notes, trying to get what had happened at the class earlier and Lucas off of your mind

After all, you both only get to interact on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, thanks to your differences in majors within the Sports department.

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Wednesday had come and you walked in to see your classroom was empty, even though you were five minutes early. Something was fishy, you thought, so you just went inside the classroom and waited by the teacher’s desk in hopes you could change your seat and be far from Lucas.

And yet to your surprise, Lucas had arrived and actually came running towards the door, just as surprised as you were to see the whole classroom bare.

“Where is everyone?” he asked, looking around the room whilst holding on to his backpack sling on his shoulder

“No clue.” you shrugged, leaning back on the chair

“Oh, there you are!” your professor suddenly arrived, panting slightly as he walked in the room

“Sir, where is everyone?” you asked as you stood up from your seat

“I forgot to tell you guys that the art students are having an orientation today, so class is cancelled and we’ll resume on Friday.” he explained, grinning

“Sir, what about our homework? I have our work here-“

“Ah, I’m gonna have to postpone the deadline to Friday. Don’t worry, at least you guys got ahead of the time to do the whole homework.” he chuckled as he looked at his watch

“Anyways, enjoy your short time off. I gotta go and get to the orientation. See you on Friday.” he left in a hurry, leaving you and Lucas looking all worn out from actually having the effort to have to go to that class and endure on seeing each other

You and Lucas walked out of the room together, trying to take in the fact that class had actually been postponed. Again, you both remembered that you were the only ones who had a different major within the class, so you had to understand that they would have other stuff to do that didn’t have anything to do with your own department

“Hey, Lucas? Did you actually do the homework?” you turned to look at Lucas, who was standing right behind you and looking at you the whole time

“Well, yeah. I mean, we had to at least have a page of the research.” he shrugged, holding up the piece of paper that has quite a number of paragraphs printed on it, showing how much research he actually did that quite impressed you

“You did all of that research? Without me?” you asked in appall, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you’re angry?” he commented whilst smirking, making you somehow feel confused and kind of embarrassed

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes, turning to the other side of the hall to leave

“See you on the next class, cutie.” he called out as you walked, making you pause midway and try to contain yourself from getting angry

As soon as you turned to Lucas, he had a huge grin across his face as he looked at the papers he had worked on for your homework. For some reason, his smile made you feel some sort of fuzzy inside, noticing his features that you wanted to ignore from the beginning, and that he actually was quite, erm, handsome, to your admittance.

“Lucas.” you called, making him look up immediately without getting that “irritatingly adorable” grin off of his face

“Wanna walk to class together?” you asked, quite teasing him as you realized the change in his expression that slightly showed his bashful side

“Wait, what?”

“Never mind.” you quickly turned and walked away, to which Lucas was actually eager to walk out with you from the building to another one right across campus for your next class

“Wait up!” he ran and followed you towards the stairs, somehow not able to take off that huge grin off of his face again as he walked right behind you, as if he was some sort of a “guardian angel” that kept following you around

“Don’t tell anyone we walked out together, or else.” you said without turning to him as you walked

“I can’t promise that.” he responded immediately without thought

“Lucas.”

“Sorry, cutie.” he chuckled as he followed you with crossed arms, while you tried to hide your smile as you bit your lip and contain yourself,  whilst walking towards the other side of the campus and to your next class.

[omgnct]

Secret Notes

A/N: Credits to owner of GIF.

First days are always nerve wracking, especially if it is your first day of school. After a month or two of suppressing all the nerves during the summer, you finally let the balloon full of tension burst on the first day. You were finally starting college and you did not know what to expect. What are the professors like? Will you make new friends? What will classes be like? The excitement caused butterflies to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

You walked into the grand lecture hall and searched for a seat. You were lucky to see there were not many people that vacated the seats. You stood your ground as you searched for a seat. You approached a boy and sat down next to him. He wore earbuds and his music blasted through them. Jeez, how loud is he playing it? His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he read the textbook set in front of him. All his supplies for note taking were neatly set out in front of him. You decided to busy yourself with organizing your own belongings as you waited for class to begin.

All of a sudden, the professor walked in. They introduced themselves and began to talk about the syllabus for the entire year. As the professor droned on, you used a blue pen to draw circles all over your notebook out of boredom. The boy next to you stared at the notebook that you wrote on before quickly averting his gaze. Suddenly, a piece of paper was shoved to you. You shot a suspicious glance at the boy next to you before grabbing it and reading it. It said one word:

Hi.

You scoffed to yourself before glimpsing at the boy. He had a soft smile on his face as he listened to the professor trail on about midterms. To be honest, he was handsome with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You wrote back a greeting before throwing the piece of paper to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he unfolded the paper and read what you wrote. Another smile curled on his lips before he clicked his pen open and began to write. You breathed out a sigh as you watched the professor’s every move. After a minute, the piece of paper returned to you.

My name is Mark Lee. Nice to meet you! First days are quite boring, right?

You did not want to be rude, but you were unsure of why this boy wanted to pass notes with you. This was not elementary school. Instead of writing messages on a piece of paper, he could open his mouth and actually talk to you. You looked around the half empty lecture hall before writing back.

I guess you could say that. Nothing much you can do about it.

Deep inside, you were excited that you were passing this note with Mark. You watched as he scribbled on the crinkled paper before pushing it towards you. His headphones were still jammed in his ears and his music continued to play loudly. You rolled your eyes before reading what he wrote. However, this time no words filled the crumpled paper. Instead, a series of numbers were jotted down. Is that his phone number? You gave him a confused look before looking back at the numbers. The professor dismissed the class and Mark abruptly stood up. He shot you a teasing smirk before exiting the lecture hall. You were left in the desolate room as you read over the smudged messages that were written on the paper.

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You paced around your room as you eyed the piece of paper that sat on your desk. It was the dead of night and your desk lamp was the only light that filled your house. You let out a breath as you tiredly sat down at your desk and held the piece of paper. Your eyes searched every corner of it, hoping for some secret message to appear. Unfortunately, the only thing that stared back at you was Mark’s phone number.

Do I save it or do I not?, you agonized. First, you weighed out the pros. Mark could be a possible friend and study partner. And he’s cute. You shook the thought out of your head before thinking of the cons. You did not know him at all and you were not sure if getting involved with him was the best thing. You drummed your fingers against the wooden desk as you sat there. Your phone was set next to the piece of paper. With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed it and created a new contact. The name “Mark Lee” taunted you from the bright screen of your phone.

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The weeks flew by and you were drowning in work. Typical days consisted of hours of lectures, note taking, and studying. It was quite laborious yet boring. Fortunately, there was one person that spiced up your repetitive days.

Mark Lee.

The notes have continued since they started, and you were never disappointed. You could not count the endless times when you had to surpress your laughter at his silly jokes and doodles. He would constantly struggle with hiding his giggles at your sarcastic responses. You were happy to make one person happy in such a dull environment.

Class always ended with Mark walking away with a playful smirk on his face. Somehow, he always got away. You unconsciously begged for at least one minute where you could actually talk to him. Occasionally, you have heard him speak when he picked up an unexpected phone call before class started. The calming timbre of his voice forced your eyes to close and succumb to the sleepless nights that you have withstood. The most that you have gotten from him, besides notes, were spontaneous texts at 2am asking about your favorite Pokémon.

You optimistically entered class before searching for Mark’s figure. Your wide smile dropped as you saw that Mark was not alone today. A pretty girl with long black hair and a round face was enthusiastically chatting with him. He seemed uninterested as he kept his eyes glued to his notebook. Mark’s eyes locked with yours as he noticed your staring, guilt evident in his expression. You were emotionless as you sat on the other side of the classroom and ignored him. The girl’s loud voice filled up the entire room as she continued rambling on.

You tapped your pen against the desk as you listened to the professor. You were stubborn as you kept your eyes on your notebook. You could not help the uneasy feeling that had bubbled inside you when you witnessed Mark with that girl. There was no reason to be dramatic, but you had to admit that you felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him with her. He looked uncomfortable around her, but your mind said otherwise.

A few hours passed by and students started exiting the room. With a defeated sigh, you shoved your materials in your backpack and joined the sea of people. You strolled outside, breathing in the chilly air as you looked up at the sky. The sun was covered by grey clouds. Slowly, raindrops started to hit the pavement. You brought your hand up and felt the water hit your clammy palms.

“[Y/N]! Wait!” A voice yelled out. A person wearing a black sweatshirt sprinted towards you. Their hood was pulled over their head and blocked their identity. They grabbed your wrist before pulling you towards a nearby cafe. Immediately, you were welcomed by warmth and the inviting scent of roasted coffee. You glanced at the stranger next to you before doing a double take.

“Mark?” You gasped incredulously. Mark ran a hand through his slightly wet hair before flashing a smile at you.

“Let’s sit down,” He guided you to a secluded seat in the corner of the store. Slow piano music filled the surprisingly empty cafe. You could feel Mark’s eyes burn holes into you. You squirmed under his intense gaze.

“So, you want to talk?” You broke the silence with. You played with your fingers as you waited for his answer. Mark let out a deep sigh before speaking.

“This is kind of weird, isn’t it?” He said with a nervous chuckle. His fingers tapped against the linoleum table top. His eyebrows furrowed as he surveyed your expression. You were not angry at him for any reason, but you were flustered at this unplanned meeting. You did not know where to look or what to say. All you could do was admire his confused, handsome face.

“I-I just want to tell you something. I’m kind of nervous about it though,” Mark rubbed the back of his neck as he averted his gaze. His cheeks were dusted a light pink as he hesitated. You were concerned as you scanned his anxious expression. Your hand reached out and took his in a gentle grip. You ran your thumb against the back of his hand and watched as his tense expression eased.

“What do you want to tell me, Mark?” You questioned softly. Mark’s timid smile made you putty in his hands. His shyness made him cuter than you ever thought he could be. A small laugh escaped his lips before he spoke.

“I like you, [Y/N],” He bashfully confessed. Your eyes widened as you realized what he had said. Your intertwined fingers clutched each other’s as you thought of something to say.

“I-I like you too,” You stuttered out. You could not help but giggle at the outrageous situation. Mark joined in and you both became giddy with joy. The sound of raindrops hitting the windowpanes were calming as you both looked at each other. Your hands held each other’s tightly as you stared at the gloomy weather.

“What a shame that something so happy happened on a day like today,” Mark commented. His eyes scrunched up as he grinned. You smiled softly as you studied the smiling boy in front of you. You enjoyed each other’s presence in the cozy cafe as you waited for the rain to cease.

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Somebody Save ME

This case might just be the death of a young detective. Sleepless nights and stress filled days haunt the young detective Kim Taehyung but he’s determined to find her. Even if it’s the last thing he may do…

Warnings:angst, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, strong language, detective au

Word count:2459

A/n: Woof.Okay...soooo...there are a lot of things to say about this chapter. For one, I wrote half of it in one sitting while my mother in law snored beside me lol. Apparently the rhythm of my typing put her to sleep. For another thing, it was a tough chapter to envision. But now that the picture’s been made clear in my mind....I think you guys are in for a rough ride. You see...I don’t know the ending. I don’t have anything more than vague concepts and random thoughts putting this story together. If it weren’t for @btsstan4life putting up with my random jumble of half thought out messages and such, there probably wouldn’t be a chapter 7 lol. So thank you wifey. Much love~ As always, if you like it, please,please don’t hesitate to drop a like or reblog or even a comment!I appreciate them all as they provide the motivation to keep writing~

<<Part Six---Part Eight>>

Chapter Seven:Sunshine and Amethysts

Taehyung and Namjoon waited impatiently outside of the victim’s home, house keys in hand as the rest of the world passed by unaware.

“Where is this guy?” Tae demanded impatiently, jingling the keys in his hands as his eyes restlessly scanned those who passed by. Each person seemed to stick out as suspicious to him, and when he realised he was glaring daggers at an elderly woman crossing the street with her groceries he sighed and sat down with a huff on the front steps.

“Come on now Tae, he’s only a few minutes late. I’m sure considering the time of day and traffic it’s perfectly justified.” Namjoon leaned down and patted Tae roughly on the shoulder which Tae shrugged off as he rested his elbows on his knees, house keys dangling in his hand.

“You make an appointment as a professional I’d expect you to keep it.” Tae grumbled, more to himself than to Namjoon. His restless scanning of those walking down the sidewalk paused as his eye caught a strange sight that’d just turned the corner onto the street.

A young man, probably not much older than Namjoon, was headed in their direction. He wore a bright red floral print shirt, wide open to show an even brighter yellow shirt beneath. Vibrant red hair pressed beneath a yellow snap back virtually glowed in the early morning sunlight as the man danced down the street to whatever music came from the headphones covering his ears.

He twirled and dipped, lightly hopping from one foot to the other as he made his way towards the house.

“Do you see this guy?” Namjoon asked, plopping down next to Taehyung.

“Yea, wish I could be that happy.”

The two chuckled but the laughter quickly faded away as the walking ray of sunshine that was this brightly colored man began making his way up the walkway before stopping right before the two. His grin shone, filling his high cheekbones to their fullest and causing his eyes to disappear into tiny crescent moons that were rimmed with laugh lines that radiated nothing but joy.

“You two must be Namjoon-ssi and Taehyung-ssi. Bri’s told me a lot about you guys.” He stuck out his hand, first to Namjoon and then to Taehyung, who both shook it though they were still slightly in shock.

“Bri’s talked about us?”Namjoon asked as he stood up, brushing off the seat of his pants before holding a hand out to help Taehyung up as well.

“Well naturally.” The man chuckled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his overly large red parachute pants. “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Dancing extraordinaire and part time computer tech expert.” He winked cheekily. “And you're Kim Namjoon, ace detective, top of your class at the academy, met Bri in your third year who is now your wife. And you..”

He turned to Taehyung who gave off a suspicious growl. “You are Kim Taehyung, no relation. Second in your class, strong sense of justice, always willing to help those in need. Also...very suspicious of newcomers.”

Taehyung’s frown deepened as he crossed his arms over his chest before leaning against the closed door behind him. “Well, you know plenty about us apparently. And yet we don’t know damn diddly about you. Don’t know if I like that too much…”

“Ya! It’s not important.” Hoseok waved dismissively, his smile never leaving his lips. “What you do need to know is that I’m good at my job and if there’s something need’s finding I’m the guy to find it for you.”

He waved at the closed door behind Taehyung as Namjoon sighed.

“Alright Tae, let’s just get this over with…” Namjoon nodded to Tae who, after a moment of internal debate, nodded and unlocked the door.

The atmosphere in the former home was foreboding, almost as if the group of men were intruding on an ancient tomb. A thick layer of dust covered everything and the little white flags leftover from the police investigation still stood, a grim reminder that they were entering into a crime scene.

“Did they not have any family to come and take care of the place?” Hoseok asked as he wrinkled his nose at the stale smell.

“No, the father was an only child and both of their parents and extended family were either deceased or weren’t on speaking terms.” Tae glanced around the living room, noticing the family pictures on the mantelpiece over the fireplace and the smiling faces that beamed out from the moments frozen in time.

A twinge of pain flashed in his chest as he recognized his missing crush, her bright smile never changing from the picture of her as a little girl, holding up a soap sud covered puppy in triumph, to the picture of her during what looked to be her high school graduation. She was dressed in a maroon cap and gown and held up her diploma, the same triumphant look on her face.

“You going to be alright?” Namjoon asked in a hushed voice as he patted Taehyung gently on his back.

Tae closed his eyes,nodding as he swallowed past the lump in his throat before leading the other two up the stairs to the second floor. Hoseok began peaking in the rooms as they past, only stopping when Tae closed one of the doors in his face.

“The office is down here.” His voice came out as a growl, causing Hoseok to raise his hands in surrender.

“Sorry man, let curiosity get the best of me. Lead on, lead on.”

Tae shook his head before turning back around to continue on. He paused though, squinting as his eye caught a strange painting hanging on the wall.

“The hell?” He pushed past Namjoon to stand before it. An all black background with violent streaks of different shades of purple. And in the center, taking up most of the canvas was what looked to be an arrow, streaking through the center of a circle.

“Why do I know that symbol?” He asked quietly.

“Hey, are we going to the dad’s office or what?” Hoseok asked, giving Tae and the painting a confused look.

A feeling of cold dread filled Tae, but he shook it off, have to focus on the case, not on this creepy painting.

After ripping the police tape off the office door the three men stepped inside, taking up most of the space in the small room. It wasn’t messy by any means. On the contrary it was well organized. Several shelves lined the walls, all filled with books of different types related to the father’s job. A filing cabinet stood to the left of the window looking out into the back yard and just beneath the window was an office desk that looked as if no one had disturbed it since the family had last lived there.

Hoseok immediately made a bee line for the computer, turning it on and pulling the desk chair out for himself.

“Mmm...now I’m in my element.” He chuckled to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to the two men. “I gotta ask though, how come the cops never searched this bad boy?”

Namjoon shrugged, leaning casually against one of the bookshelves with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m pretty sure they did. But from what the report mentioned they didn’t dig very deep nor did they find anything that could have linked him to the kidnapping or to his and his wife’s murders.”

Tae made his way over to the filing cabinet, pulling out the first drawer and beginning to go through the files.

“Knowing them they checked the bare minimum of his emails and a couple of files on the desktops and then labeled it useless.” Hoseok turned to stare at the screen as the password screen popped up, rubbing his hands together in glee before pulling a usb drive out of his back pocket. “Alright time to get cracking.”

Once inside he went quiet, pulling up the commands input screen and beginning to type at the speed of light. Though his eyes remained focused on the screen his body never stopped moving, whether it was his feet tapping out a rhythm or his shoulders wiggling around to some imagined beat.

“You know what you’re looking for right?” Namjoon asked as he walked over and leaned forward to watch Hoseok’s commands fly across the blue screen.

“You’re looking for a file or folder buried way deep that’s got information related to a Wungshi corporation or something along those lines. I’m running a program that’s going to drag out anything that’s been hidden or encrypted or that the old man didn’t want to be found. If it’s there I guarantee you I can find it.” He flashed Namjoon a dazzling smile that lit up his entire body before turning back to his work.

Tae meanwhile had made his way down to the second drawer, boredom causing him at this point to scan through the file names instead of actually looking into their content.

By the time he’d made it to the fifth and final drawer Hoseok had announce that his program was just about done scanning and was getting ready to extract the relevant files.

A tiny flash of yellow caught Taehyung’s eye, drawing his attention to a small square of paper tucked between the drawer of the filing cabinet and it’s interior wall.

“Hey hyung, help me with this.” Tae said as he pulled the drawer to it’s fullest extent.

Namjoon crouched down, pressing the tabs on the inside of the track as Taehyung pulled on the drawer and the two working in unison effectively removed it from the filing cabinet.

“What are you after?” Namjoon asked as Tae reached his arm deep into the now vacant recess.

“Saw something…” Taehyung grunted. His fingertips brushed against the square of paper and he grabbed it, but just as he was pulling it out something else brushed against his palm. Something long and hard and cold.

“The hell is all this?” Hoseok chimed from the computer. His search program had pulled up several files. All were listed as Wungshi and over half of them contained not written documents, but videos instead. “Hey guys? You uh...might want to see this…”

Namjoon set the filing cabinet drawer to the side and made his way to stand just behind Hoseok, his eyes focused on the screen. Tae meanwhile managed to grab whatever the hidden object was and pull it into the light. He stared up at it as he watched the light from the window shine through it, casting purple prisms along his face and the wall behind him. Some sort of crystal?

“The hell?” He and Namjoon spoke in unison and this pulled his attention to the two men sitting at the computer. “You guys find something as interesting as I did?”

Namjoon motioned him over, his face never leaving the paused video on the screen.

The image was blurred and black and white, as if it’d been taken from security camera footage. 7 hooded figures stood in a line, each wearing a different mask. Hoseok clicked play on the video but the figures never moved. The sound of screams flooded from the speakers, echoing through the room and causing the three men to hastily cover their ears to protect them from the screams of agony. A shadow swelled up from behind the men, colossal in size. It seemed to have wings in the shape of bones or some sort of shards of glass or crystal and horns that curled from the side of what they assumed was it’s head.

The video filled with a vibrant purple light and the screams raised in pitch when just as suddenly as the screams had started, they stopped. And so did the video.

“What in the actual fuck was that?” Namjoon shouted, though the other’s couldn’t hear him as they’d been rendered temporarily deaf by the noise.

“Jeeze, are my ears bleeding?” Hoseok mumbled as he checked his hands, wiping at his left ear before checking his hand once again, thankful to find it free of blood.

“Man, if the rest of those videos are like that I’m good.” Namjoon reached over Hoseok’s shoulder, clicking out of the video and scrolling through the rest.

“Wait, what’s that?” Tae interrupted his scrolling, pointing to a video that showed a man sitting in a chair. He seemed to be in a pitch black room, a single light bulb hung over his head to light him.

Namjoon clicked on the thumbnail and Hoseok enlarged the video, quickly lowering the video’s audio as well just in case. This video seemed to be just of the man reading from a book in his hands so Hoseok felt it safe to raise the volume once more.

“He is vibrance. A radiant being filled with knowledge that will bring harmony to the world. Fear not for His glory will shine upon us and His mercy shall reign over the world.” The man paused and stared down at the book before tilting his head back and letting out a laugh filled with joy, and yet, it was so unsettling in it’s nature that it sent a collective chill down the three men’s backs.

The man in the video stood, coming closer to the camera and giving it a leering and twisted smile.

“Don’t worry y/n. Daddy’s going to make sure everything turns out alright. Whistler shall come. And you will be the guiding force that ushers in his awakening.”

Tae’s eyes widened as the video stopped and Hoseok and Namjoon turned to stare at him.

“That’s…”

“Y/n’s dad...the very dad that we thought was murdered right along with her mother…” Tae took a step back, staring down at the strange purple crystal in his hand.

“Hoseok can you get us a copy of everything you’ve found? We might also need your help getting this all figured out. But this house is freaking me out...I’d rather do this at the office.”

Hoseok nodded at Namjoon’s request, pushing the chair back as he got up and reached around to the back of the computer in order to stick a second usb into the port at the back of the computer monitor.

“Hey wait…” He paused, pulling a chunk of cork board that had been hidden behind the computer out. There was only one thing pinned to it. A yellow sticky note matching the one Tae held in his hand almost exactly. A strange symbol and writing just beneath it but in a language neither of them could recognize.

“Hey...isn’t that the same symbol...in that painting in the hallway?” Hoseok asked, glancing up as Namjoon did to stared at a bewildered Taehyung.

“Yea...exactly the same...And y/n’s mom was the one who painted it…”

[553butterfly553]

Kasamatsu x Kise - Remember When... 1

Where It Began

Kasamatsu Yukio is your everyday, regular college student. Meaning he's exhausted all the time and most likely starving himself. His major is Commercial Music, meaning he gets to learn all about the music industry, not just playing songs. Even so, he has a backup of being in the medical field. It was a choice to please his parents, not so much because he wanted to choose that. Kasamatsu lives in an apartment with his closest friend, Moriyama Yoshitaka. They went to high school together and were on the same basketball team, with Kasamatsu as the captain. After all, they went through together on that team, they chose to stick together and remained close after that. Moriyama's major is undecided, due to his main focus of getting a girlfriend, or at best, just flirting with girls. No matter how many times Kasamatsu tries to get him to be serious, it just doesn't click in the woman-obsessed mind of Moriyama. Currently, the two roommates were sitting on their couch watching a movie. It was a boring movie to match the boring Tuesday night, but they were honestly glad about it. They'd gotten all their school work done on time Monday night, just to have their classes canceled the next day. So, they hadn't don't much that day and were slowly getting tired, due to the boredom. Well, Moriyama was at least. Kasamatsu was going through a sleepless patch. He'd only gotten about 2-3 hours at best each night for nearly a week. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't sleep. He tried and tried, but it only ended up with him being pissed off. “Hey Yukio, I'm gonna head to bed.” Moriyama's statement brought Kasamatsu out of his zoning as he stared at the TV. His voice had hints of sadness as if someone let him down. “You sure? I thought you were going on a date with that girl you met at the cafe?” “She just canceled on me...” “Again? Man, I'm sorry.” Kasamatsu wasn't sure what else to tell his friend. It was common for the male to get a date, only for her to cancel later on. The slightly-taller black-haired male was good at flirting with girls and getting a date with them, just not actually going on dates with girls. Even so, he was still better than Kasamatsu's stuttering and panic attacks he had when he tried to even talk to a female. “The next one will actually go out with me! I know it!” Moriyama stood up triumphantly. It was like he truly thought what he said would happen. “Sure... Uh, good luck with that.” “You should get a girl too. I'm sure it'd make you happier.” “I don't need a girlfriend.” “Then a boyfriend?” Moriyama had to dodge a pillow thrown by the now annoyed Kasamatsu. He didn't like talking about his love life, due to it being practically non-existent. “Go to bed!” “Yes, yes! Goodnight!” With that, the male went into his room, leaving Kasamatsu alone with the still playing movie. It wasn't like they were really watching the movie anyway. So, not wanting to hear the terrible acting any longer, Kasamatsu turned off the TV, since silence was better than the crappy film. So, now that was done, the male was ready to head off to bed... to just lay there and be pissed off, but before he could do anything, Moriyama burst out of his room, his door slamming against the wall, almost denting it. “What the hell!” Kasamatsu snapped as he turned towards his friend, angry rather than surprised. “I've been invited to a party. Get ready, you're coming with me!” “No, I'm not.” “Yes, you are.” The firm voice caused Kasamatsu to sigh, as he knew he'd lose the argument now. So, extremely reluctantly, Kasamatsu retreated to his room to get ready. He ended up choosing a plain black t-shirt with jeans. Not anything special, but it made him look hot, which was what he was going for. “There shouldn't even be a party on a Tuesday...” The blue-eyed male muttered bitterly as he changed his clothing. He wasn't happy about going, but he would be damned if he didn't look nice while being forced to be there. “True, but there's going to be a lot of cute girls, so who cares?” “...Of course, there will be. Just don't go crazy.” “I'll do my best.” That'd been a lie. As soon as he saw a hot blonde, he was gone. The other male had no chance of finding Moriyama in the crowd, so he decided to at least go and get a drink. Hell, maybe it'd even help him get to sleep... or relax him enough to talk to a girl. “Hey there.” Kasamatsu turned to see a beautiful man standing next to him. He had shoulder length dyed red hair and almost sparkling blue eyes. They went perfectly with the kind smile on the equally kind face looking down at him. Kasamatsu was concerned by how he found another male attractive, but he'd already known he was interested in both females and males. He had a specific type though. He'd normally gravitate to ones who were serious, but anyone at parties on a Tuesday was most likely not his serious type. So he knew that unfortunately, nothing would go on with this beautiful man. “Hi.” Came Kasamatsu's monotone response after a few moments of just looking at the male. “My name's Phoenix.” “That can't be your real name.” The male chuckled at Kasamatsu's retort as he nodded his head. The black-haired male had to admit, the other guy's laugh was very cute. He quickly sent that thought away though. No matter what, Kasamatsu wasn't the type to recklessly sleep around. “You're right there. My actual name is Damien. Do I get the privilege of knowing your name?” “...Yukio...” “I see. Well Yukio, you're quite the looker. Mind if I get you a drink? You do drink right?” “That's what I'm over here for.” The annoyed tone of his voice was completely overlooked as the redhead began to laugh in response. “You're funny!” Damien laughed as he handed Kasamatsu a drink. He had a smile on his face as he watched the black-haired male drink it all down quickly. “I wasn't trying to be funny.” “Oh? I guess you just have a natural talent for humor.” That caused Kasamatsu to frown. If he was anything, it was unfunny. Painfully, unfunny in all honesty. He was the complete serious type and it was clear to all who knew him. It was even clear to anyone who even looked at him long enough. So, it was at this point, red flags were raised. “What's going on?” The black-haired man questioned as he looked at the still smiling taller male. Kasamatsu began to feel a little nauseous at that moment, so he honestly didn't want to speak for too long and his words didn't hold the amount of annoyance he wanted them to. He was also confused about how he got so drunk so fast, it wasn't like him at all. “Just making conversation with a hot guy. Isn't that okay?” It was unsettling for some reason, so Kasamatsu chose now to end the conversation. He opened his mouth to speak but found he couldn't. Along with this, dizziness came and difficulty to focus on thinking up words to speak. He realized he couldn't move and he was hit with the crushing realization that made him feel like an idiot. He wasn't drunk like he'd thought he was, he'd been drugged. “Wh...What...” “Oh? You understand it now? It took a while to take effect. I made it myself so I wasn't sure how it'd go.” Damien chuckled and wrapped an arm around Kasamatsu's waist. “Come on, let's go have fun. Try to fight if you can, it'll make this more fun.” The red-haired male licked the side of the drugged man's face with a creepy and disgusting smile. If Kasamatsu could have, he would have been throwing up due to the action. Damien led Kasamatsu away from the drinks table and out of the party area. He was led to an empty car and was shoved against it while the man unlocked his car. Kasamatsu was in a daze and was very confused. He couldn't believe no one stopped them and was pissed Moriyama was nowhere to be seen. He would definitely have to kick his ass after he could move again. “We're going to go now. Be a good boy and remain still in my car. It's old but new to me, so I don't want it damaged.” Kasamatsu realized the car's door was now open and he was being pushed inside of it. He could do nothing as the red-haired man buckled him in and kissed the top of his head. “You've been such a good boy so far, keep it up and you'll get a reward when we get home.” All Kasamatsu could think was how badly he wanted to headbutt the man or punch him, but paralyzed, he could do nothing but glare. Before Kasamatsu even knew it, they were driving away and almost out of the parking lot of the party venue. They were about to turn onto the main road when a flash of yellow appeared and something slammed into the hood of the car, halting it immediately. The sudden stop resulted in Kasamatsu flying forward and smacking his forehead against the dashboard in front of him. The force was enough to cause the already dizzy and drowsy male to begin to slip into darkness. So, with that, Kasamatsu fell into black laced with severe head pain. ~ Hours flew by without Kasamatsu's knowledge and when he finally woke up, he was incredibly confused. He remembered going out with Moriyama, but that was it. All he knew was his head hurt like a bitch and he felt sick to his stomach. “You're finally awake. Thank the gods, I was about to call an ambulance.” It was Moriyama hovering over him as he spoke, causing Kasamatsu to realize he was laying on their couch in their living room. He moved to sit up but was stopped by his friend. “Don't sit up yet, you might get sick and I don't really want to clean that up. Do you remember anything?” Moriyama had a worried look on his face, causing concern to rise in the confused male. “No?” His throat was dry and hurt when he spoke, causing his response to only be raspy and full of pain. “You were drugged Yukio! I went off to flirt and you got caught up with some guy.” Moriyama explained what happened all the way up to there Kasamatsu got his head injury. “Some blond guy stopped the car and pulled you out of it. He said he'd been watching you and explained the situation to me. Your face was almost completely covered in blood, it scared away the girl I was talking to!” “I don't remember any of that... So, I was almost taken away by some dude?” “That, and you have a giant cut across your forehead.” Moriyama finished speaking, and then surprisingly reached out and pulled Kasamatsu against him for a hug. “Yukio, you almost disappeared. You could have been sold or murdered, or...” “This is why I hate parties.” “I'm so sorry, it's all my-” “It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been so trusting. I must've let my guard down, he was probably really hot. That was on me.” Kasamatsu pulled away, leaving him to sit up now without the support of his friend. However, he was suddenly hit with dizziness and had to slowly lay down to avoid vomiting on Moriyama. “I don't really feel good...” “We don't know what kind of drug that guy used. We should take you to a doctor.” Moriyama's suggestion was shockingly smart, for once. Kasamatsu had to just agree instantly due to various reasons. The reasons were that he felt seriously sick and who knows what kind of side effects he was going to be having from the mysterious drug. He could even die if it was serious enough. So, fighting the sick feeling, Kasamatsu went and changed his clothes. Moriyama had to help with his shoes, but after that was the truly hard part. The elevators were only half of the hard parts to come, meaning the car ride was the other half. Neither black-haired male wanted Kasamatsu to get into the moving box while he felt so ill, but he wasn't strong enough to walk down two flights of stairs either. Eventually, Kasamatsu and Moriyama made it down to the ground floor, with no vomiting incidents. Even so, the blue-eyed male couldn't promise to not throw up in the car as they drove to the hospital. He certainly hoped he wouldn't, but above all, he hoped he would be alright and not die due to the drugging. He couldn't afford to take too much time away from his classes, so he truly didn't want there to be any serious problems with him. He knew he should be more worried about whether or not he'd die, but somehow it made him feel better to focus on the classes he was missing rather than his own life.

[hauntedzone]

basically i hateread the boyfriends webtoons and got so annoyed at the #wholesome writing and boring characters that i wanted to make something out of spite. four way polycule except its unhealthy and no ones having fun. they do all genuinely love one another and all, its just that they all suck individually and together. they are the ones in my mermay piece btw

the reason i call them crap is because the first letter of each of their names spells out the word crap (cira, rachel, alison, phi). i didnt intend this at all as i just chose names i enjoy but it happened like that. individual desc under the cut

cira (he/him) is the blond one. hes transmasc and likes presenting feminine, presents as a cis woman but later gets hairstyle changes (mullet, then buzzcut) and binds. hes the youngest of three with a single dad, he works at build-a-bear and takes online classes for an english major. he acts shyly and is an #introvert (read: shy and awkward extrovert) but hes actually really emotionally volatile and easy to make insecure or jealous. he employs the fallacious thought process of "im too soft to cause harm" and general victim complex. he frequently underestimates his own intelligence and charisma; he is often the most persuasive person in the room, but would never accept this compliment.

rachel (she/her/?) is the one with braided hair. shes transfem, but im still working out specifics. she lives with a large extended family who she is super close with. she waitresses at a fancy restaurant and also does freelance web design. she hopes to become a college professor and teach computer science/web/ux design to others. rachel is a perfectionist and very concerned with her image, and this shows from her careful choices with her looks to the way she presents herself; she is rarely seen expressing fear, anger, or sorrow. this hides both a vindictive petty streak and a morbid fascination with turmoil and disaster. she seems to be the first to know everyone's secrets, and compartmentalizes them in a mental arsenal to be used at her convenience.

alison (they/them) has the dyed/gradient hair, and the tallest. theyre just nonbinary, also something is wrong with them. they live with an older cousin, but are estranged from their immediate family. currently they work as an usher at a local theater, but like most other aspects of their life, this is by no means permanent and will likely go with the countless other jobs they impulsively quit. a true sagittarius, they constantly crave the new. they grow obsessed with anything that can ease their boredom, only to throw it out once the novelty fades. this can include their relationships, as well as seeking out experiences they know they will hate. immature and flaky, they are nonetheless clever and entertaining, and entertain others with their many stories.

phi (she/they) is the one with dark curly hair. she is agender and transfem. she is an only child to parents who love her and spoil her rotten but are often away at work. shes an intern-to-hire at an office that fills her with dread but guarantees her success and stability. already sleepless with insomnia, phi has a love for the night and its silence, though her favorite arcade is only open during the daytime. she has a classic case of martyr complex; by "solving" her partners' neuroses, she doesnt have to think about her self-confidence issues or how ill-equipped she feels for life. she is quick to protect them where she hesitates to defend herself. unlike rachel, who loves to see things get worse, phi feels resentful when her efforts to improve the relationship seemingly go to waste. her standards of objectivity are warped from a largely isolated worldview.

i love them and i also dont support unhealthy relationships irl disclaimer disclaimer. i am disclaiming. idk how they meet yet or specific details on their families etc. i wanna do something with them eventually but for now they run around on hampster wheels in my mind

im gonna make a post about my crap ocs (not me being self deprecating btw) so people know what im talking about when i talk about them