#if someone buys it I think I'm gonna faint actually

[bluepallilworld]

HEY I MADE A BAD GUYS MUG THAT DOES NOT GIVE AWAY YOU'RE AN UTMV FAN :D

If you want it, I know have a society6 account :3

https://society6.com/product/dark8445873_mug?sku=s6-27459703p30a27v199

@shinechermont hehe it is the project I was talking about (thanks for the inspiration for what objects to use)

[jaeeyaaasworld]

Car Shopping - LN4

Featuring: Lando Norris x reader

Warning(s): disrespectful car guy, Lando being basically a trophy boyfriend, Lando being a cutie (GOD THIS IS SO AWFUL. I'm sorry but I just got back to writing, pls have mercy on me)

Summary: Y/n decided to finally buy her dream car since she was a child, Lando is accompanying her but the car guy is misunderstanding.

Y/n, a pretty famous model, shouted her boyfriend name in the Monaco attic, entering the living room and sitting on the couch next to Lando, her boyfriend.

"I'm gonna buy it"

she started, earning a confused look on the Formula 1 driver.

"you're gonna buy... what?"

he asked, trying to understand what she was talking about, but suddenly his eyes widenened with realization.

"is it the YSL heels? no, princess, I was gonna get them for you"

he whined, making Y/n aw at his antics.

"you are gonna get them for me? that's really sweet, but it's not them"

she said with a big smile, making Lando furrow his eyebrows.

"is it the Minaudière make up by Dior, then?"

he tried, but getting a shook of head from Y/n.

"come on, Lando. think harder"

Y/n insisted, looking at him with big doe eyes, making him understand in an instant.

"the Porsche. you're getting the Porsche GT3 RS"

Lando said, sitting up with the biggest grin that you've ever seen. with just a nod of your head, Lando was already hugging you tightly, yelling at the top of his lungs as he pulled you on top of him on the couch.

"are you for real?"

he asked, pulling back a little to look you in the eyes.

"I checked if the dealer in Monaco had it in their site, and it says that they could get it shipped here"

you squealed as Lando yelled again and pulled you back in the hug.

"gosh, I'm so happy. are we going now? can I come with you?"

he asked, making you nod your head and get up to get ready to leave.

Time skip: at the dealer

Lando was parking his McLaren in the parking lot when you walked into the big shop and started searching for someone to help you.

the faint voice of someone almost arguing caught your attention.

"it's a girl, shut up John, you got the last one. look at that bag, her husband it's surely filthy rich- hi"

a guy came in front of you, as you recognized his voice as the guy that was arguing with the other worker earlier, noticing how his eyes were setting on the Birkin Lando had gifted you for Christmas.

"my name is Mike, how can I help a pretty girl like you?"

he asked, a sick smile on his lips that almost made you gag. you put a smile on anyway, since you were a really polite person.

"uhm... yes, hi. I read on your site that you can get the blue Porsche GT3 RS shipped here, right?"

you asked politely, making Mike's eyes widen and nod his head.

"sure, come I'll help you"

he said, starting to walk towards his computer, the sound of your heels clicking on the ground echoing on the walls.

"no husband?"

Mike asked, sitting at his desk and searching around for what he needed.

"my boyfriend is parking his car outside"

you corrected him, making him nod.

"you know what you're getting into?"

Mike asked again, making you smirk as you wanted to put a stop to his teasing and attempts to fool you.

"of course I know"

you said, hearing a faint 'damn it' come from the man behind the desk.

"alright, the car is gonna cost a bit much, but I'm sure you already know that since you know what you're getting into. I mean, it's a Porsche, there's not much I can do about it. so... the price is gonna be 320.000 euro-"

"WHAT?!"

Mike couldn't even finish his sentence that Lando's shout could be heard from the other side of the open door.

"that's a robbery-"

he started, but your raised hand stopped him as you got up from the seat in front of Mike's desk. you gave Lando your Birkin as you leaned on Mike's desk.

"Mike, that price is 60.000 euros over the actual price. I accept the fact that you didn't recognize me, but you surely recognize my boyfriend, right?"

the car dealer gulped as he nodded his head.

"now... don't you feel ashamed trying to scam a girl that's been around cars since she was a child and is now in a relationship with a Formula 1 driver? don't you think that I might really know what I'm getting myself into, huh?"

you asked the man, still leaning on the desk.

"I'm far too good for letting you still sit on that chair behind that desk"

you finished, a scoff left your lips as you took your Birkin back and walked out of the concessionary with Lando's hand on your lower back, opening the door for you.

"princess"

he called before you could reach the McLaren, making you hum and turn towards him. Lando placed both his hands on your arms in comfort.

"I know you're angry. why don't we go to that fine restaurant that you like and take a walk around the track, just the way you like?"

he asked softly, getting a sad nod in return as he pulled you close, his lips on your forehead.

"my princess"

he sighed, kissing your lips and smiling down at you.

"I'm gonna make sure we have a consultation with another dealer next time, promise"

[moonlightndaydreams]

Oh em goodness random thought. Maneater y/n and womanizer Chan, hyunjin, and Minho. Think about, Y/n things she has them all separated and wrapped around her fingers but, turns out they all know each other and have a little plan where one of them invites her and they all show up. Oh my goodness gracious IDC if it's f×m or m×m I needed to tell someone seriously or I might faint.🫧

I don't think I've ever imagined this combo before, but I am so happy you've share this juicy thought with me.

Here's what I am thinking...You're out and about seeing all three of them individually, thinking that you've got a wrapped around your finger. They take you on dates, buy you nice clothes, and then they fuck your brains out. I'm talking hard, raw, animalistic fucking. Because you love it like that.

Minho catches on first. He just has a sixth sense about it. You seem a little red and tender down there, but he hadn't seen you for a few days. So he spies on you. That's when he sees you're not just fucking one other guy, but two! And he fucking knows them!

Minho has a plan. He contacts the other two, and explains the situation. Interestingly, none of them are angry. But they do want to teach you a lesson.

You wanna take on three guys? Well you're going to take all three at once!

One night, you think you're going to have a lovely night of riding Minho on his couch, so you put on a sexy lingerie set, and a little skirt and tee and head on over.

That's when you realize you're in deep shit!!! What the fuck are Chan and Hyunjin doing here? At Minho's?

"So Kitten, you thought you could fool us, hmm?" Minho glares at you.

"Babygirl, Daddy needs to have a word with you." Chan clenches his jaw.

"You're gonna have to pay for this, you know?" Hyunjin bites his lip while he imagines everything he's going to do you.

You open your mouth to try to explain, but they are on you. A hand over your mouth, hands yanking your skirt off. Lips on your neck.

"No speaking, little slut. You do exactly as we say.” Minho hisses in your ear.

Hyunjin stands behind you hooking his arms around your waist and throws himself down in the couch. He holds you still as Chan kneels in front, big thick cock already out and pushing into your cunt. He doesn’t even prep you or tease you, just rams himself into you to the hilt. But you’re so wet that those obscene noises your pussy makes fill the room almost instantly.

You cry out in pleasure/pain as he fucks you, and Minho wants none of that. He climbs up onto the couch and forces his cock into your throat.

You fucking love it. Are you sick for wanting them to treat you so harshly? Is there something wrong with you for wanting them to actually hurt you?

As you try to take all of Minho in your mouth, you realise you can’t quite accommodate the entire length because of the angle. Hyunjin reaches up and pumps the remaining length with his hand. Minho throws his head back and moans.

Hyunjin pinches your nipple with his other while Chan makes rough motions on your clit.

That’s when your first orgasm hits you. You cry out around Minho’s cock making him shoot cum down your throat.

Chan follows, coming deep in your cunt.

Then it’s Hyunjin’s turn to squeeze his beautiful length into your still pulsating pussy while Chan gets you to deep throat him.

And Minho? Well he’s preparing your ass for double pen action. Once he deems you ready, he penetrates you slowly. But that’s all the mercy he gives you, because once you’ve accommodated him he’s fucking you as hard as he can.

You’re so stretched, wanting to cry out from how full you feel with two cocks fully seated inside you, and with Chan squeezing past the back of your throat, you felt well and truly stuffed.

They get you in as many positions as they can. Over the back of the couch, the floor, holding you up while they stand with you impaled on them.

You’re covered in cum, it’s all over you, leaking out of you, smeared on your face.

At one point they have you on all fours, chan pounding your ass from behind, the other two kneeling in front of you. Chan pulls your hair forcing your face up and Hyunjin and Minho alternate fucking your face! And Chan practically forces your mouth to their pubic bone.

They’re loving teaching you a lesson. They want you to feel them all. Feel them for days to come.

After three hours of continuous sex, they’re not even close to being finished with you. Chan throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom, Minho and Hyunjin on his tail.

You’re subjected to more torturous pleasure. All your orifices are fucked over and over with cocks and fingers (sometimes both). You’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had. They’re insatiable and don’t tire until the sun breaks.

……

A/n: sorry there was basically no dialogue (my brain is tired). I hope that you still enjoyed it @bubblebisk 🫣

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[talaok]

I saw you asked for spencer ideas so i was thinking… what about something about the team finding out reader(spencer’s wife) is pregnant?

Loooove your work btw

YES. love this idea so much

"Emily, you in?" Derek asked with a grin as he turned to her.

"Definitely" she sighed, getting up from her desk "I really need a drink after today"

"JJ?"

She glanced at the watch on her wrist "Just for a drink, Will's waiting for me at home"

"alright the-"

"wait!" Peneole rushed through the doors "I'm here!" she seemed awfully out of breath for someone who'd taken the elevator "Don't leave without me" 

Derek chuckled "Wouldn't dream of it baby girl" he shook his head, "I was just getting the crew together, there's only one member missing..." he said, cocking his eyebrows at Spencer, who raised his head.

"I'm sorry I can't today"

"oh c'mon pretty boy, you never can"

"seriously Spence, you should come" JJ chirped in.

Spencer looked between them and smiled a bit, he knew they were right, he always said no, but today he actually had a reason, and not just the same old "I wanna get home to y/n because I've missed her the whole day", no, today she was actually meeting him here, even though he had tried to convince her to let him pick her up after work, she had insisted this made much more sense since the restaurant was closer to his work, and as always, he had agreed with her.

"I really can't today, I'll come next time"

"you said that last time" Emily playfully pointed out

"well I mean it this time"

"I'm sure y/n will understand if you come home late just this once" 

He snorted, it wasn't her that wanted him to come home, it was him, leaving the house in the morning had become more and more painful from the moment they started living together, and now.. well now it felt almost impossible, the moment he closed the door behind him he would now always find himself wondering when he'll get to come back.

Penelope elbowed Derek as she shoot him a look

"Hey, wha-"

"if he wants to go home to his lovely lady you should let him," she told him, and turned to him now "Don't listen to them Spencer, you're incredibly precious"

He smiled, a faint blush tainting his cheeks "thank you,"

"alright" Derek gave up, "but you're gonna have to let me buy you a drink at one point" 

"I will" he promised, getting up and starting towards the elevator with the others.

He couldn't wait to get to the parking lot and finally see her, and as the elevator's doors opened, he wondered if she'd put on the dress he'd gifted her just the other week.

"oh, hello" He heard Derek say, he sounded...confused,

Spencer frowned before he heard another voice respond.

"hi" 

not just any voice,

his eyes shot up

"Hi baby" she smiled at him, 

"Hi Y/n!" Penelope squeaked, immidately going in for a hug.

"sorry to intrude like this"

"no, not at all" Emily reassured her with a smile

"we were just talking about you" JJ joined

y/n laughed softly "Were you?" she asked "I'm kind of scared now"

"oh don't worry, only good things" She promised

Spencer smiled as she walked to him and kissed his cheek

"Hi" He said

"hi" she responded, taking his hand in hers

"so we were going to get a drink" Derek spoke, "wanna come with us? It's been a while since we hanged"

Y/n smiled with that smile that made Spencer's insides twist.

"well I can't drink, but you're right, I haven't seen you in too long" She nodded "We can eat out another time?" she asked, her eyes finding Spencer's, but there was something in his she didn't understand, it looked like... stunner?

He opened his mouth to say something but he was quickly cut off by Emily

"what do you mean you can't drink?"

"well you know" she trailed off placing a gentle hand on her stomach "given my situation, I think it's best if I don't"

It was as if time stilled before Penelope's voice cut right through it like a knife.

"oh my god! are you..."

and just then, Y/n realized, her eyes widening

"Oh wow" Emily grinned

"Are you serious?" JJ smiled wide, as Derek just smirked, clearly happy for them.

Y/n glanced at Spencer again, and even though she looked at him with worry, all of his disappeared, as his lips twitched into a smile and he nodded to his friends.

"we're having a baby" he confirmed, making all types of smiles and laughs erupt from the people in front of them

Everyone rushed to y/n to congratulate her, hugging and kissing her, and Spencer chuckled a bit as he felt left out,

it was his baby too after all,

"Why is nobody congratulating me?" he asked

"Oh, you're not getting any hugs" Penelope spoke accusingly "How dare you not tell us something so amazing?"

"Yeah Spencer why didn't you tell us?" JJ joined

"I was going to"

"When?"

"at the right moment"

"and when was that gonna be, eight months from now, when this little bundle of joy will have been born already?" Penelope asked

"Alright, I'm sorry" he gave up "You're right, I should have told you"

"damn right you should have," Penelope said " I'm already behind on the gifts now because of you"

Spencer laughed softly at that, followed by everyone else

"Lucky for you, you have the whole night to tell us what we've missed"Penelope stated before taking y/n arm in arm and dragging her to the elevator.

"Get ready" Emily chuckled, patting his back and following the two women

"Congratulations man," Derek said "and good luck" He nodded to the very mad woman staring at him from the elevator as he too walked to her.

Only JJ was left by his side

"I'm really happy for you Spence" she almost murmured "You'll be a great dad" She smiled, hugging him tightly, and he couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

I really hope so, he thought, hugging her back

"Hey!" Penelope yelled "No hugging! He's a traitor!"

[exhaslo]

I HATE Retail.

So, quick summary.

This old lady comes in and my coworker spots her first. She tells the lady to give her just a second bc she was helping someone else. I enter the paint pit and saw the lady and asked if she needed help. The lady was talking to me in Spanish and I had to tell her, "One second, let me get someone to translate"

I maybe spanish, but I dont speak a lick of it. Only Japanese.

So, as Im calling someone to come over and translate, the women huffs and leaves. Like okay? The translator comes over, spots the woman two aisles away and we are trying to motion her over. We can only take orders at the one computer.

The lady refuses to move and demands we get her white paint. So the translator is asking her, "What brand? How shiny?" the normal questions. This lady still demands in a rude fucking tone just white paint.

Finally, my coworker comes over and tells the lady that we have to take the order on the computer. We cant read minds like wtf. So the lady storms over and demands white paint. AGAIN we keep asking for shine and whatnot. This takes 4 minutes bc she keeps telling us to just grab something.

We can't do that. The customer needs to be the only to pick. So finally she slams her finger on Eggshell. So I go to grab a gallon, then she bitches about a 5-gallon. So I go to grab the 5 gallon, shake it up and told her husband it was ready befpre helping my coworker out with her 6 5-gallon order.

Fast forward 10 min, one of my managers comes to me and asks if I yelled at a lady and gave her the wrong paint. I explained everything to him and NO WHERE IN THE CONVO DID THE LADY SAY CEILING PAINT.

LIKE THAT IS A DIFFERENT STORY AND PAINT.

So he drops it bc the lady was being dramatic about how she was gonna faint bc we yelled at her. Blah blah blah

Fast forward like an hour. Im helping a different customer and I see a different manager by paint. I ignore it until this lady storms in front of me and my customer and says,

"YOU NEED TO PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SHAPE AND SIZE! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU INSULT AND SCREAM AT MY MOTHER! YOU ARE DISGUSTING-"

"Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about," I try to tell her.

"DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT SHIT. YOU TREAT MY MOM LIKE SHIT YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU ARE FUCKING RUDE AND DISGUSTING SO FUCK YOU!"

"Fuck you too." I snapped bc who the FUCK does this bitxh think she is?

Even my customer was shocked. I then saw the lady from earlier fucking crying. Like are you actually shitting me?

I GET YELLED AT! I GET TREATED LIKE SHIT BUT GOD FORBID I SAY SOMETHING!

IF I SAY SOMETHING THEN I'M IN THE WRONG.

I was seething. I called my supervisor and she stormed over along with another manager. Note, the daughter is HUNTING for my coworker and the translator bc she needs to fight someone.

Honey, you're mom is a fucking liar and she isnt a saint.

Once they left the managers all came to me to ask what happened and I just started crying. Like they will always take the customer's side no matter how wrong they are. I only said one thing to the fucking lady and that was I was getting a translator, but yet Im the one who gets cussed out?

I'm not mad about being yelled at. Im more mad that I cpuldnt say anything back. Bc all these companies only care about the customer.

They treat the customers like gods and we just have to shut up and take their shit like we're ants. Im sick of it. Im sick of all of it.

I'm sorry, unpopualr opinion, but customer service doesnt mean shit. You're either going to buy at the store you are going to or your not. We need to stop treating customers like they are angels bc it just fuels their entilted behavior.

I need a fucking drink now.

Thanks for letting me vent. Have a great day.

[mixtape--oh]

Paint for me – Hyunjin

Hyunjin x barista Jinsol, circa September 2023

After his ugly breakup, Hyunjin was having trouble with his art. Little did he know that he only needed a certain trigger from a certain someone.

This is a direct sequel of the previous two installments, be sure to read those first for context!

The moment Hyunjin finally finished processing the sight before him, it was as the entire shop – the entire world, really – came crashing down on him. 

Despite the mountain of art supplies he'd ordered during his post-breakup daze, still Hyunjin wasn't able to paint since the breakup. He was convinced that his ex-girlfriend had taken away his art, along with his heart, when they decided to part. Today, after facing a blank canvas for hours and still couldn't bring himself to bring it to life, Hyunjin decided that he'd had enough of it; he missed painting, missed enjoying the whole process of making art, missed the feeling of pouring out his thoughts and feelings onto the familiar white surface. It's about time for him to do something about it. 

And the first step he took to get his art back, as foolish as it sounded, was to go out to his go-to art shop and buy even more art supply. 

All three of his dormmates were hunched together in the living room – presumably working on a song – when he made to leave, and even Jisung was looking at him with a concerned look when he told them where he was going. "I think an entire room filled with art supplies is quite enough art supplies already." 

"It's enough art supplies for years," Changbin added. "You're seriously gonna get your room invested by some kind of actual pest if you buy more, Hyunjin-ah." 

"But I ordered them all online," Hyunjin insisted. "And I bought them mainly to reminisce about her, which is a wrong reason to begin with. Now I'm going to actually walk into the store, actually pick the supplies with my own hands, actually go to the cashier to pay for it, and try to actually make something out of it. There's an entirely different process to that, and I believe it's a process I need to reignite the spark of art inside me." 

"Alright," Chris said, beating Changbin who was already opening his mouth to try to knock some more sense into Hyunjin's head. "You go do that. Call us if you need anything." 

Hyunjin looked at the eldest hyung with relief. "Thank you for understanding, hyung." 

Hyunjin thought he heard him saying in hushed whispers something about "let him be, we'll do an intervention later" as he was walking away and out of the dormitory. He paid it no mind, determined to just prove them wrong by buying the stuff he needed and get himself to paint again. 

Now though, as he found himself struggling to breathe and gripping the counter so hard his knuckles went white, he wondered if he'd really made the right decision to come here – to this very shop that he knew very well was also her go-to art shop, too. 

It started off as a hunch, a faint tug on his insides when he was strolling down the brush aisle and had a whiff of the familiar, familiar scent of her. He brushed it off immediately because his ex-girlfriend – who was a professional artist – always smelled like art supplies, and he was at an art shop. Of course he'd smell the scent of art supplies here, and it's coming from the literal supplies surrounding him, not from her. 

But then, as he stood by the counter waiting for the cashier to finish checking out his stuff, he heard her voice. It was clearly, undoubtedly, unmistakably the voice of that ex-girlfriend of his because he knew it better than he knew his own, had it ricocheting in a seemingly eternal echo inside his head. And if he was hearing her voice, it could only mean that she was right here, right now, sharing the same space and time as Hyunjin, because unlike her familiar scent from earlier, there's no way the art supplies here could produce her voice. 

It was coming from his right; not too close, probably a few meters down the paint aisle, but still close enough for him to make out her every drag of syllable. She was talking about paint types, a topic they'd once discussed too, and Hyunjin couldn't help but wonder with who she was discussing it this time. 

He didn't have to wonder for so long, because just a few seconds later he heard another voice replying to her words, and it was a man. 

He faintly heard the cashier spelling out the total amount he had to pay for his supplies, but Hyunjin couldn't bring himself to respond, not when his entire attention was absorbed to the two voices not far from him. He really shouldn't look, he thought. It wouldn't do him any good to look. But even as his brain was frantically blaring the alarm on exactly how much of a bad idea it was for him to look, his body continued betraying him as if it had a mind on its own. Before he knew it, he was already facing the direction of the paint aisle – and there she was. 

Hyunjin was sure he no longer had control over any of his body parts because no matter how deafening were the warnings in his head trying to stop him, his eyes were immediately drawn to her figure because there she was indeed, it was really her. Even his brain could no longer put up any defense, surrendering by registering how she looked as good as he remembered; gleaming eyes, flushed cheeks, frantic moves of hands as she passionately defended her choice of preferring oil paint to acrylic – yet another topic she'd covered with Hyunjin years ago. His heart followed suit, contributing on the betrayal by admitting that he missed her because he really did miss her, a lot; more than he could handle, more than he cared to admit. 

Then his traitorous eyes moved to the figure next to her. It was indeed a man, and he had an arm slung over her shoulders in a loose embrace as they walked side by side. He was wearing a formal-looking suite and had an equally formal-looking briefcase in his free hand, and Hyunjin's entire being throbbed with near-physical pain when the realization hit: she'd really found someone who was not an artist, someone with a mundane office job, someone with more stability to anchor her. Someone who could be everything Hyunjin could not. 

It was as the entire shop – the entire world, really – came crashing down on him, suffocating him with a million and one things. 

"Sir? Are you okay?" 

Surprisingly enough, it was the cashier's voice that sobered him up. Hyunjin snapped back to his senses, quickly paid for his things and went for the door even more quickly. He paused for a fleeting moment, hand on the door handle, wondering if he should say hi to her – 

No, his brain interrupted before he could finish the thought, and this time the rest of him agreed unanimously. He was already out of the shop in the next second. 

Hyunjin's first thought was to call Changbin's number from his speed dial. Chris had told him to call them if he needed anything anyway. But apparently the rest of him had a different idea, and soon enough he found himself nearly sprinting to the place where he knew a certain someone would be. 

The all-too-familiar sound of the bell above the door of the all-too-familiar café didn't feel painful anymore by now – both because he'd been here often enough without his ex-girlfriend, but also because his previous encounter with said ex-girlfriend was admittedly more painful. He scrambled to the register, nearly tripping on his long legs, only to not find the certain someone he'd thought would be here. 

"Hello," the person behind the counter that was most definitely not the one he's looking for – Yerin, her name tag said – greeted him with a bright smile. "What can I get for you?" 

"Er," Hyunjin stammered, struggling a little to both catch his breath and organize his words. "I'm looking for – " 

"I'll take this one, Yerin." 

As Yerin the other barista gave out an okay, Hyunjin turned to see exactly who he was looking for. Jinsol stood by the door leading to the kitchen, in the middle of putting her apron back on. She smiled when his eyes met hers. "Go pick a table, I'll be right there soon with your drink." 

Soon enough they were already sitting across each other on a table by the corner, far from the register and even farther from the door. Hyunjin was taking a long sip of his drink; he needed that, he realized, after all the commotion he'd gone through. 

Jinsol let out a small laugh. "Easy there, pretty boy. Did you just run all the way to here?" 

"Pretty much," Hyunjin muttered, putting his glass down before he could finish the drink in one go. It was his favorite, the one Jinsol crafted for him that one time Minho and Iris came here, and he didn't want to straight up down it just to wash away his shock without savoring it. 

"Well, lucky you did. You probably wouldn't catch me if you didn't, I was just about to head home." 

"It's end of your shift already?" Hyunjin registered that she was in fact no longer wearing her barista uniform; she'd traded it for a simple plain white blouse tucked into a pair of khaki pants. It was his first time seeing her outside her uniform, he realized, and couldn't help but notice that she looked cute. Not that she's not cute in her uniform – 

"Yep," Jinsol's voice cut off Hyunjin's wandering train of thoughts. She nodded at the paper bag he'd put on the chair next to him. "What do you have in there? Did you go on a shopping free?" 

Hyunjin grimaced as the previous event at the art shop came back to him. "Kind of. It's art supplies." 

To his surprise, Jinsol's eyes lit up at his answer. "Sweet. So you can paint something for me right here, right now." 

Hyunjin blinked at her statement. "Paint something for you?" 

"Yeah. You talk about your art a lot, but I still haven't seen any of your creations. Now that you have your supplies here, you can just whip up a quick painting for me. So I can see for myself how good you are." 

All thoughts of telling Jinsol about the encounter with his ex-girlfriend slowly left Hyunjin's mind, replaced by the bleak recollection of being unable to paint. "I don't know..." 

"You've been forever insisting on paying me for the drinks I made you, right? Why don't you just paint something small and simple for me, and we'll call it even?" 

"But, Jinsol-ah – " 

But then his hand got the better of him and started moving on their own; as if being commanded by someone else, they went through the bag of supplies and, even as Hyunjin was still trying to process what he was doing, started taking out a small canvas and a box of acrylic. 

Jinsol smiled at him. "Okay, pretty boy, now we're talking." 

And to have her smile at him like that, Hyunjin thought, there's only few things he wouldn't do. 

The rest just came to him, so naturally that his brain was struggling to keep up. Next thing he knew he was already running his brush all over the canvas. It didn't take that long before every inch of the white surface was no longer white, replaced by an explosion of colors. 

"Wow," Jinsol said when Hyunjin finally put his brush down to inspect the painting. "That, in such a short amount of time? You're good, pretty boy." 

To be honest, Hyunjin thought to himself, it was not his finest. But, "This is the first piece I make since the breakup." 

"What – really?" 

"Yeah," he said, still bewildered at the fact that he finally, finally managed to paint again. "I've been trying, but I just couldn't. It was as if I didn't have any more art in me, as if she took them all away with her when she left." 

Jinsol reached across the table for the painting. Her hand brushed Hyunjin's when she took the canvas from him, and it nearly made him jolt in surprise. In the almost two months of being friends, of constant texting and occasional late night phone calls and a few meet ups here every once in a while, it was the first time they had any form of physical contact. Yet, as he eyed the way her much smaller hand pressed against his momentarily, he thought the added weight and extra warmth of her hand didn't feel foreign at all. In fact, it felt comfortable and... just right. 

"That's weird," she said. 

"Huh?" Hyunjin was a little flustered because there's no way she could hear him thinking about the two of them holding hands, right? 

"Judging from this piece, I'd say you still have plenty of art in you." 

Of course she was talking about the painting. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah. You did it so effortlessly too, as if it's just as natural as breathing for you." 

"It hasn't been like that in a very long while, trust me," he muttered. 

"So it's a good thing I asked you to paint something for me, then." Jinsol put down the painting to give him a short applause. "What were you thinking?" 

"What?" 

"When you were painting this. What were you thinking? What's this about?" 

At the time, Yerin the barista on duty passed by the table and stopped when she saw the painting on the table. "Wah, that's so pretty! It suits you very well, Jinsol." 

Jinsol snapped her head to Yerin very quickly Hyunjin was concerned of her neck. "What do you mean?" 

"Look – the darkness on the outer layers, then the pretty colors on the center. It's just like you; cold-hearted on the outside, but soft once we get to the inside. Although," Yerin added with a laugh, "you only show most people your dark outer layers, Jinsol-ah. You really should work on that." 

"Hey!" 

But Yerin was right; the painting did suit Jinsol well because he was thinking about her, Hyunjin realized. The whole time his hand and brush moved almost unconsciously all over the canvas, his mind was filled with her; how she helped him get over his heartbreak, their late night calls and exchanged texts, and especially how she said she had no difficulties in warming up to him when it was hard for her with most people. 

Jinsol was the one who managed to reignite the art inside him after such a long time, it seemed. And Hyunjin didn't quite know what to do with that realization. 

previously on Find the collage of Hyunjin & Jinsol and the rest of Stray Kids here!

[imreallyloveleee]

ooooo is your last post about “i feel like i win when i lose”???

sorry anon, it's not - it's about a better call saul fic.

however, this reminded me that I got another ask about that story which I forgot to answer a few weeks ago. it has been quite a while since i've worked on it. I have no idea when/if there will be an update, if I'm being completely honest with you. I feel bad about it! but under the cut are some sections from what I do have written of the last chapter. hope you enjoy em <3

Jughead accepts a cold beer from Munroe, settles back onto one of the open loungers, and actually has a pretty good time chilling with the bros until – inevitably – someone suggests they see what the bridesmaids are up to.  

“I dunno.” Archie pauses in the midst of slathering more sunscreen across his chest, something he’s been doing every fifteen minutes or so, likely at Veronica’s behest. “I think Ronnie wanted them to have a girls’ day.” 

Eric opens his mouth to protest, but Reggie jumps in. “I know what you’re thinking, bro, but none of them are single. Well, except for Betty.”

Jughead focuses with deliberate intensity on the label of his beer bottle as the others weigh the pros and cons of crossing the bride’s boundary line for the sake of flirting with her hot maid of honor. He hasn’t spoken with Betty since a week before her move to Michigan for the journalism fellowship, and even that was just a couple of stilted text exchanges – congrats, be sure to buy some good snow boots, ha ha. In the meantime, nearly eight months have passed.

And Jughead’s regretted every minute. 

“Hey.” Archie nudges Jughead’s leg with his foot, jerking his chin towards the house. “Wanna help me with some snacks?”

They both know what he’s actually doing, and Jughead feels a rush of warmth for his friend – his best friend, who’s getting married to the love of his life tomorrow, and deserves better than a sadsack excuse for a best man who wastes a free trip to the Caribbean so he can mope over a non-relationship that ended before it even began.

“Do you even have to ask?”

In the kitchen, Jughead sits on one of the swiveling counter stools and watches as Archie attempts to curate a charcuterie plate. 

“So, Betty asked how you were doing.” Archie tilts his head slightly as he flops a slice of prosciutto to one side, then the other. 

Jughead ignores the faint flutter of hope in his chest. Most likely she was just wondering if she’d have to walk down the aisle with a brooding basket case at her best friends’ wedding. “What’d you tell her?”

Archie shrugs. “Not much. I figured you can tell her yourself at the rehearsal dinner tonight.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Leaning across the counter, Jughead snags a green olive and pops it into his mouth. “I guess I can.” 

“What happened with you two, anyway? Ron was freaking out for weeks that you were gonna, like, propose, and then nothing.” 

“Nothing happened, we just…didn’t happen.” Jughead reaches forward again, this time retrieving a block of cheese and an entire sleeve of organic rosemary-sea salt crackers. “Shit happens. Or doesn’t. Whatever.”

If Archie’s skeptical, he’s too preoccupied arranging slices of salami to dig further. “Whatever you say, man.” 

“Not everyone gets the picture perfect happily-ever-after, Archibald.” Jughead sandwiches a hunk of cheddar between two crackers, eyeballs it, and crams the whole thing into his mouth. “You’re lucky everything just slid into place with Veronica. You got off easy.” 

There’s a pause as Archie frowns down at his mess of a charcuterie plate. “I don’t know if I’d call it easy. There was a lot of stuff we had to work through.” 

It’s a funny thing to hear, coming from a man who’s standing in the kitchen of the villa on the private island that his future father-in-law rented out for an entire week, while he heaps jamón Ibérico onto a hand-carved wooden board for a bunch of sun-drunk bros who’d be just as happy scarfing down a bag of pork rinds. But it is Archie’s wedding, so: he’ll humor him.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“Like the fact that Ronnie’s dad hated me when we first got together because my dad dated her mom back in high school.”

Right. He’d forgotten about that. “Okay, sure, but that was just –”

“And then there was the year when Hiram coached the wrestling team. That was rough.” Archie shakes his head a little. “And the year after that, when I interned for him. I still have nightmares sometimes. And that time where he wanted to buy up the south side and turn it into SoDale – I mean, you know, Jug. You were there.”

“Fair enough. You didn’t hit the in-laws jackpot. But –” 

“And then there was college.” Archie continues as though he hadn’t even heard him. “Long distance was hard. And right after graduation is when Ronnie found out about Hermosa and went through that whole identity crisis thing. She broke up with me for a couple months that year, remember?”

He hadn’t, actually, until this moment. That was the same year that he’d moved to Chicago. It had taken a while before his old friendships had settled into a new rhythm that bridged the hundreds of miles between them, which was his therapist’s very nice way of saying he’d been kind of self-centered that year. 

“And then there was the thing with the bear –”

“Okay, okay.” Jughead waves both hands in defeat. “You moved mountains to be with Veronica. I get it.” 

“I’m just saying. If she’s worth it, sometimes you have to put the work in.” Eyes wide with wonder, Archie holds out a jar of cornichons. “Hey, have you ever tried these baby pickles?” 

A light sprinkle of raindrops catches Jughead just as he slips through the door to the ballroom. 

To one side of the airy, open room, Archie, Veronica, and their parents are huddled together with a severe-looking woman who can only be the wedding planner. To the other, the rest of the wedding party is mingling in clusters of two or three. 

By some miracle – or curse, he can’t decide which – Cheryl Blossom spots him first. “Look what the cat finally dragged in.” 

Scowling, Jughead glances at the time on his phone as he reaches the edge of the group. “I’m not late, Cheryl.” 

She rolls her eyes, flicking a lock of long red hair over one shoulder. “I never said you were.” 

“She’s just jealous you got one of the beachfront suites for being the best man. I got the other one.” 

He turns around, and his heart skips a beat when it’s Betty looking back at him, a hint of nerves in her smile. “Hi, Jughead.” 

“Betty.” He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. “Hi.”

She looks radiant: eyes bright, cheeks rosy, hair pinned back in loose waves that fall just past her shoulders. He doesn’t know whether or not she wants him to touch her, but thankfully she doesn’t leave it up to him, stepping forward for a brief, perfunctory hug. 

“I’m not jealous, Cousin Betty,” Cheryl huffs. “I simply find it unacceptable that our hosts would play favorites with two single people who could be sharing a bed themselves while those of us who actually need the space are forced into a room the size of a two-cent postage stamp. Especially while my TT is in such a delicate condition.”

Before either of them can say another word, Cheryl stalks away in a huff. Jughead looks to Betty in mild alarm. “Is Toni okay? Was she in an accident or something?”

“Toni’s fine. She’s pregnant. But she’s only four months along, so you can barely even tell. They don’t need any more space.” Betty waves a hand in dismissal. “Anyway, how have you been? Are you settling in to the city?” 

Betty’s tone is genuine, curious – but also distant. Like it’s been eight months since they’ve spoken, yes, but more than that – like all the little intimacies they’d shared before have been washed away. A polite, friendly blank slate. 

It feels like his heart’s been crumpled up in a ball and tossed into the wastebasket. 

And it’s his own goddamn fault. 

[alphian-hcs]

How about Iida freaking out over a Yuu that manages to sneak into his dorm. Figure Iida said something that made Yuu mad so they go to confront him. Iida is both terrified and impressed Yuu got past whatever security he has. Figure Iida compliments Yuu on sneaking in and gives a sorry and boom friends. plus let's assume Yuu ether played the same games at home or watch the same anime so Iida totally clings onto the shared interests. Ortho meanwhile gets a new friend for iida and himself.

Bro i spent the weekend and a majority of life management class thinking about how this would go down. the idea is absolutely chaotic and i love it so much <3 (also may have been procrastinating to watch Flayon and Hakka's streams lol) Ngl, couldn't find out how to do the compliment in the storyline i had goin lmao.

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"It was a joke bro-"

That's what Idia said before he heard the sharp noise of something collide with the floor. A headset. Then there was the thumping of footsteps before the faint noise of a door slam and Grim yell out. Panic coursed through the 18 year old's body, as he quickly set up defenses for his room (mainly locks, a camera, and a Ortho full of sunshine). Due to Crowley, Idia couldn't have anything that could actually harm anyone for defense, but he had to make due with what he had.

Idia hid in the corner of his room, magic pen out and pointe to the door in a panic, waiting for a sign that he was fine and no one would come in, nervous as hell as he watched, silently praying for no social interaction. Soon there was a bang on the door, panic shooting through his body until he heard a small voice. "help… prefect forced me to come along.." Suddenly, a tail appeared under the door. Identifying it as a cat tail, he slowly walked over, unable to control himself as he unlocked the door to grab the cat, only to be met with an angry Yuu, staring him in the face "So…I'm a walking respawn timer? Then your gonna need to respawn next, you overgrown matchstick." Yuu said, a dark smile on their face as they slowly stalked closer and closer to the flame haired male.

Idia was quiet, mainly in fear as he heard this, before he saw someone in the doorframe behind Yuu, it being Orth, who gave a thumbs up, thinking Yuu was invite over for a game session, which made the male nervous, as he realized his brother, his main defense, was defeated with the pacifist option…there was no escape now… "I-I'm sorry! Please don't deplete my HP for a comment I made! I'll buy you limited items- I'll help you grind items- just don't go boss mode on me!!" Yuu said nothing, before they sighed. "None of that. just make sure you don't talk shit when you have zero kills." They stated, smiling a bit.

[meadowmines]

OC-Tober Day 6: Reflection

[yeah I'm just gonna straight up spoil the aftermath of the penultimate boss fight but look if you've played any Yakuza at all you know how these things go. two guys beat the shit out of each other and bond about it. it happens. it's a thing.]

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"I was seventeen," Yamaoka says.

Aoyagi does the math. That long ago. That young. In Japan. He thinks about the fallout he caught when he finally put a name on it, the fallout that did its damndest to kill him, and doesn't want to think about how much harder it would have tried to kill Yamaoka.

"I got expelled for it. Well. Not that, but..." Yamaoka holds up his right hand. There's blood on his knuckles, and some of it is Aoyagi's, and under it there's a web of scars. Old. Faint. But the kind of scars that can only come from a very short list of things. "I dunno, maybe they really would have let me off easier if I'd punched a flesh-and-blood girl instead of the one in the mirror. Bullying a classmate was no big, but destruction of school property? Ooh. Ten thousand years in the dungeon for you, buddy."

Aoyagi thinks back on the shit he put up with during his own high school years--both of them--and thinks that sounds about right.

"How old were you?" Yamaoka asks him then. "When you figured out the girl in the mirror wasn't you?"

Aoyagi shrugs. "Thirty. I mean. That's when I actually said it. I always knew something was off, but..."

"God." Yamaoka almost sounds horrified. "You spent thirty years living someone else's life and you're still here. You really are too fucking stubborn to die, huh?"

Aoyagi puffs out a dry laugh. "I've been told."

They sit there for a while in silence, both of them scuffed up and bloody and exhausted. Aoyagi's dagger, back in its scabbard, sits on the ground at his hip. One of Yamaoka's pistols lies on the blacktop far out of reach. The other is probably at the bottom of the bay by now. Yamaoka pats his pockets for a cigarette. Aoyagi pats his for a lighter, like a reflex. "Don't," Yamaoka says. "Shit. You don't even smoke. Put it away."

"Yeah, fine." Aoyagi tucks his lighter away. "If I'm bein' honest... I don't think I ever saw a girl in the mirror."

"Huh. What'd you see?"

"A potato in drag."

It's the first time he's ever heard Yamaoka laugh like this, and the man's genuine laughter is contagious, and he can't help joining in even if his busted lip has some complaints about it. "I wish we'd met different," Aoyagi says, and he means it.

"Yeah," Yamaoka says. He opens his mouth like there's more he wants to add. Closes it. Sighs out what might as well be fuck it in so many words. "I wish I'd sworn up with Majima instead. Being a flea doesn't sound so bad lately."

"It ain't too late. I can put in a good word for ya."

Yamaoka's jaw clenches. "You'd do that?"

"You said it yourself. Yakuza like us are a rare breed. We gotta stick together." He glances over, catches Yamaoka's rapidly blackening eye. "Yamaoka-no-nii-san."

Yamaoka swallows hard. "Get out of here," he says. "Go do what you came here to do. I'll buy you as much time as I can." He snorts. "I could buy you more but someone had to haul off and throw one of my pieces in the fuckin' bay."

"It was for yer own good," Aoyagi says, staggering upright and tucking his dagger back under his jacket. "Don't fuckin' die."

"The whole world's been trying to kill me for thirty-six years," Yamaoka snorts back. "It's gonna have to step its game up if it wants me dead tonight."

They both know what Yamaoka's boss does when his men fail him, and Aoyagi tries like hell to put that out of his head as he dashes off into the night.

[stacywaters]

Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH3 - The Ticket

It's been three months since I first met J. Almost every day now he'll come into the store and buy something, or just chat at the register. I've noticed he usually comes in at the beginning of my shifts, around 6:00 am. It's pretty quiet in the shop at that time. Most people are still asleep. I wonder what his job is for him to be up that early...

When he comes in today, I was restocking the banana milk while listening to BTS' new album, Love Yourself 'Answer' . Right as I was getting into Epiphany, he barged in.

"Nice singing there" He giggled.

"Hey! Who said you were allowed in." I pouted, "My singing is just fine. Not that you would appreciate good singing anyways."

"What do you mean? Are you calling me a bad singer?" He taunted.

"Yes. I bet you are."

Smirking to myself, I took the empty boxes into the back room. When I came out he was still there, standing around awkwardly.

"So, why are you here today?"

"I just uh, wanted to chat." He replied.

A light pink tints his face as he says it. I grin, "Don't tell me. Are you still embarrassed that you lost to me in Uno last week?"

"No! You probably cheated... It's all about luck anyway." He paused, looking over the shelves, "So... you like BTS?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well, you were listening to their new album. I'm just curious."

"Are you an Army too?" I question.

"Something like that. Who's your bias?"

"Oooohhhh of course Jin. He's my ultimate bias. He's so perfect,.." I gush.

"It sounds like you really like him."

"I do.. I hope I get to meet him one day!"

"You haven't yet?" He asks.

"Well, I mean.. kinda." I thought, "One time he came in here to buy something. He left a large tip too, it was surprising. However I was too embarrassed to get a good look at him"

"Embarrassed?"

JIN POV:

"Embarrassed?" I asked.

"Well, I was distracted looking through twitter on my phone. I didn't even realize someone was there! He was probably waiting a while before asking if I was open... He was super polite about it I just- .." She sighed, "I just thought my first time meeting him would be more special."

I thought it was cute. I smile sympathetically before she continues, "But I'm not gonna count that! I'm saving up, and hopefully soon I can afford to go to a fan meet! Then I can meet him properly, and talk to him, and OH! Have you seen those photos of them holding their fans' hands? Gosh, I would FAINT!" She rambles.

Even though my mask was covering my face, I felt myself blush bright red. When I first came in here, I noticed her immediately. She seemed so beautiful, but not in a way like magazines or models. It takes you a second. The more I look at her the more I see it, her sparkly eyes, her soft hair, everything about her screams comfort. She seems like the type of person you can really lean on when you're having a hard time. And that is beautiful to me.

"Yeah, well I hope you get to meet him" I gulp.

Before she can respond, I rush out of the store, nervous that she'll notice how flustered I am.

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Back at work, I'm distracted by thinking how I can get her in to the fan meet. There's one coming up, but the announcement doesn't go out until tonight.

I stumble through the door to my manager's office, nervous about my ask. He's sitting at his desk and typing something on his computer.

"Um... Manager," I start.

"Yes, Jin?" He replies, eyes still on the screen.

"So, about the fan meet coming up..."

"Mhm?" He says.

"Would it maybe be possible to get tickets for someone?" I ask, looking down at my hands.

"Yeah, why?"

"Really?"

"Do you plan on inviting a family member? We can send them an invite-"

"No no no! I want to invite a friend!" I interrupt.

"Okay, what is their name and email address?"

"Actually, I was thinking I could give it to them.., I just need the ticket."

"Why didn't you just say that?" He laughs.

He stands from the desk and walks out of the office. After talking with some people, he gets the ticket and hands it to me, "Here you go, Jin. I'm happy you're making friends."

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!" I take the ticket and bow before rushing back to the practice room.

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The next day, I run in to the convenience store. Looking around, I find Y/N stocking the shelves.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!!!!" I yell through the aisles.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here. What do you want, J?"

"I have a gift for you!!" I cheered.

She perked up at that, "What is it?"

I pull the ticket out of my pocket and hold it up, "TA DA!! I got you a ticket to the fan meet!"

Chapter Four?

[thetravelerstale]

Matching Jewelry

so I recently found my two matching necklaces and because one is a yin-yang necklace I remembered this silly conversation I had with a friend about BNHA boys and matching jewelry so I'm gonna list my head cannons for Genshin Anemo boys!

Barbatos (Venti)

Obviously we gotta start with the god of an(emo) himself Barsibatos (if you know, you know)

- Venti definitely would give you a matching necklace, it'd probably be some cliche mood pendant with 'friend' on it that fits like a puzzle piece to his that says 'best'. Then he'd constantly pay attention to see how often you wear it and if you're going to events you have to wear yours or else he'll (jokingly) say you're not friends anymore.

- Very dramatic like 'oh! You have broken up with me?? We aren't friends anymore??" *Faints dramatically*

Aether

The only one with a decent braincell

- Aether probably got the idea from someone else first but after some thought he got you a necklace too, however it's 1/4 of the full pendant because he also bought one for his sister and Paimon.

- Very wholesome about it and wouldn't be too upset if you didn't wear it, he'd keep his in his pocket/bag so he doesn't lose it or so it doesn't get broken in battle.

Heizou

Mr. Detective that I don't actually know much about??

- I feel Heizou is the type to get matching mood rings. Something about you not being very expressive though he's actually just wanting to sorta claim you as his.

- He'd definitely buy the rings and then put yours in a fancy box and make a big scene about putting on your ring finger like he was proposing (maybe he is?)

- He's not gonna say anything if you don't wear it, but when he sees you are, he makes it a point to announce that and pull you super close. Very much "that's my girl/boy/person" energy I guess?

Kazuha

Soft boy samurai that probably makes the jewelry tbh

- Kazuha is initially a bit uncomfortable with the idea of matching jewelry weather platonically or not.

- You find out really quickly he hides a bracelet that Tomo had made for him under his sleeve, he's not quite sure if he's ready to add another bracelet yet.

- When he decides he wouldn't mind showing off your friendship, he will make you a bracelet using different crystals/shells/etc. That he thinks fit your personality or background and will write down the meanings and significance of each material and how they relate to you.

- Kazuha is a quite guy when it comes to these things but they are in a way very sacred to him. If you don't wear your bracelet, he'll try not to voice his disappointment, but you'll be able to feel it anyways. He put his heart into that, the least you could do was show your appreciation.

Scaramouche

I would do him in both his Fatui and Wanderer arcs, but I feel he'd be less happy to make friends in his Fatui arc.

- Like Kazuha, Scara is a bit hesitant about the idea, after all he's lost everyone that's been close to him, you won't be any different surely. It takes a lot of reassurance and action to show you're planning on sticking with him before he could ever entertain the thought.

- Scara isn't really sure what the 'proper' way of going about this is, he'd probably ask Nahida or Aether for advice first and then would decide if he's doing this he's going all out and would try to find a pair of earrings he thinks fits the two of you. Depending on you two walk together, he'd give you the earring that wouldn't get tangled in his.

- This becomes a yearly thing, a way he feels most comfortable expressing his gratitude and fondness of you, so each year he'd go out and buy a new set. If you two go to events together, he'd tell you which earring he's wearing so you can match.

- however if you don't wear at least one of the earrings he gives you, consider yourself his fourth betrayal

Xiao

The king of an(emo) himself

(Sorry about the obvious favoritism, I just had Xiao in mind when making this in the first place)

- the one I feel would probably do this romantically for real and not as a joke like Heizou

- Xiao doesn't understand human relationships all that well, he's watched Liyue from a distance and has had many losses in his life so he doesn't even want to be friends let alone anything else. But of course you came along and taught him there's more to life and now he's conflicted.

- He probably asked Cloud Retainer or another adeptus about his emotions and they sighed and sent him to Madame Ping. She was overjoyed at this revelation and this was how Xiao spent a week in Liyue Harbor with Ping, Ganyu and Yanfei to observe and understand. In the end, Madame Ping gave him two necklaces representing Yin and Yang and thus he presented one to you.

- Whenever you wear it however, you feel connected to Xiao on a more deeper level and can at times channel his speed when you need it. (Adepti powers am I right?)

- Xiao never takes off his necklace, it's a reminder of the lessons he's learned, and a symbol of his feelings for you, little did either of you know, all the other adepti were making bets on when you two would properly get together.

- Zhongli comments on the necklace whenever he sees you and gives you a pair of rather special chopsticks, telling you to give them to Xiao next time you see him. You can't help but notice he has an unusually sly smile...

[gl00mxstar]

I think I'm getting better now

I don't feel like shit this much right after waking up and when I do sometimes it goes away on it's own a bit quicker

my 'seemingly out of nowhere or from stress and physical activity pains' are less painful that what they used to be in the past few years and even tho I still can't do that much it's way better than I thought I could get

since I both dropped out of high school (and apprenticeship too) and it was literally too late to do anything bc it was almost end of school year I'm not 'obliged' to see people or go to place where stress anxiety and fatigue eat me alive

with 3 above comes better sleep too I can go to sleep and wake up whenever I want without a worry so it helped a lot too I also can sleep less and feel better (I realize how ridicilous it sounds but I always felt like shit when sleeping '8h like a normal person' but when I slept for only few hours I felt really good energetic and refreshed)

I'm more energetic and feel actual motivation to do stuff get better and rather than 'I wanna have bare minimum of living conditions to survive and not go insane' it's 'I wanna make my life better to actually live and enjoy it'

I've managed to take better care of my emotions and even open up more to 'right people' and not bottle them up or turn them into just self depricating jokes like I always did I even vented 2 times (first time 5h and second around 3/3,5h I swear I would have never thought I'll ever do it and for such a long time too I know I def wouldn't manage to when I was younger) also treating tumblr as my personal diary and venting helped too I don't really care if haters or someone I know irl sees my posts if they see this and are gonna have a problem with that it means we just never meant to be friends honestly it's better this way since from that I'm gonna have an easy way of getting to know this

for the one above thank you friends I've made in the past few years also to dca fandom and furry community ya'll have one of the most welcoming people there it's hard to feel uncomfortable and bottle up the emotions around you don't change ever 🫶 (ig it's easy to see someone's struggling when you have first hand experience sobs /hj)

after years of struggling to understand 'what is wrong with me' in everyday life and school I realized I have autism and adhd (thank you reddit tons of articles online and friends with autism 🤝) unfortunately the healthcare sucks where I live especially the mental so I can get a proper diagnosis but I'm 100% sure it's that and knowing what is 'wrong' with me takes away a lot of weight off my shoulders and I finally don't feel bad abt having stuff like sensory issues and problems with understanding certain social norms etc

I learned to go out to buy groceries without being on the brink of a panic attack again so now it's the same as it was when I was younger while I don't like doing it at least I can actually go and buy something

I can now bake again without being reminded of the time I was stuck as an apprentice in horrible work environment were even faint smell of dough or vanilla sugar outside of the workplace were enough to be triggering

I'm finally getting back my 'bad mouth and attitude' as others liked to say when I disagreed with something when they thought they were the smartest person in the room while being wrong so I can now say what I really think and not cry while literally just defending myself and my personal opinions so again going back to how I was when I was younger

I'm a bit less worried abt my cats since the vet clinic was opened in my village (the one where there are actual ppl working here and not just pretending I still don't get it how they were making any money since they weren't open most of the time) and even though I still don't have money for the vet at the very least once I get enough I'll have it close to get them to one

I have way less suicidal thoughts now I hope one day I can get it to 0 or at the very least to 'random thought of remembering the bad past'

I'm trying to speak english outloud to try and learn the right pronunciation (I know what the word is supposed to sound like but I have problems with speaking even in my native language) also I'll try to make phone calls and leave voice messages once I feel more brave to do so I also have in plans trying to read some fics or books to get both my spoken english and reading skills better at the same time since I'm terrible at reading outloud too

I managed to switch from traditional art to digital decently quickly imo and now that I even draw a lot faster than I used to the thought of actually making a living from art seems way less insane now

I've made few good friends both irl and online that I have common interests with and that I'm vibing with hopefully once the weather gets less intense and my health get better and I'll have some money to go out we'll meet

I have one of them keep asking me to go out she's so sweet 😭💕

[lpfreakification]

2023 Schaumburg Adventure Post!

I'll actually start from the Plan Of Attack I created this morning.

1. Left the house with money given to me from dad.

The default outfit I wore all day (with my lovely assistant + husband, Axel ☺️)

2. Recognized a store clerk I haven't seen in a long time. He was the one who taught me how to buy gas from the counter. ("$.. on pump #... please") I told him how lots had changed the last time I saw him. He asked if I still worked at my old job next door. That was one of the big changes I mentioned: me leaving my old job of 6 years to focus more on school + how I'll be quitting my other job in January b4 school starts again. After a nice bit of catch-up, I filled up my car + went to Target.

3. I was able to stop at Target to find what my brother's fiance wanted: a pair of dumbells. I quickly texted my brother if this brand + set was ok. Thankfully, he answered fast + got a yes. Yes! Not knowing I'd find a set like this, I didn't grab a cart (had a basket instead) + was hauling this with my two arms thru out the store 😵‍💫

Also managed to grab an item of food my brother wanted for Xmas + some grapes for the kickboxing Xmas party.

It was quite an endurance test bcuz an old lady was in front of me. I kept thinking to myself, "damn, I should've grabbed a cart if I knew I'd find this. At least, this is a good workout for my arms."

I was able to set these dumbells on the ground as I waited in line. I lightly scooted my basket as I carried the heavy item 😵‍💫 I was telling myself that if someone asked how I'm doing, I'd say I'd be sweaty.

As I was approaching the next available self-checkout, that's when my coworkers from my old job ran into me with their Starbucks drinks. Hugged one fully + the other carefully bcuz she had Starbucks drinks. Ha, I was right about a person asking how I was doing, + my response was being sweaty 😆 One grabbed a cart for me as they saw my struggle. Once she came back, I was catching up as I was scanning my items. My Plan Of Attack, the coffee for the guys back at my old job, Genshin (Sumeru is gonna be long), + their recent cheer conference 😄 I finished scanning + paying as we parted ways. That encounter cheered me up, too (my reason is on IG Stories). I can't help but remember how much my favorite manager loves his pink drinks X3

(Quickly doodled my favorite manager from memory)

(He's still such a bad@$$! 😍)

4+5 I'll skip bcuz I got everything at Target + used the atm drive-thru. Nothing eventful.

6. I showed up at 1:30. It was locked. I definitely had a good time jamming in the car to Linkin Park's Faint, Cascada's Every Time We Touch, + The Killers' Somebody Told Me as I waited. Didn't take too long until the owners came to open the door + set up. I set down the grapes + jammed to Linkin Park's More The Victim.

[Time out, I need to drown out the sound of praying with loud Linkin Park >B( *does that, starting with A Place For My Head* Much better 😊 Ok, time in 😚]

They were setting up the majority of the time I was there. I set a timer to 45 minutes so I wouldn't lose track of time. I mostly (happy) danced to whatever music was playing in the bg, whether hard or soft.

The best part during my short time was that there was one of my kickboxing classmates dressed up as Santa! He brought some homemade habanero jam with cream chese + crackers. Normally, I don't like spicy foods (despite having a "spicy" personality at times). However, I was a bit curious. I had a bit of heat kicks underneath my tongue. I surprised myself that I liked it??? The Santa classmate was right: my mouth wasn't on fire, + no steam coming out of my ears 😂 He looked like he was happy that I liked it.

[Aw, my speaker died. Faint was next 😭 *listens* Ah, silence. Good.]

There was another dip made from Little Debbie's cakes + Nilla wafers. It was too sweet, even for me, the one with the sweet tooth. Strangely enough, the Habanero jam was more memorable. The sweet dip's 2nd

As I hung out, I checked my phone + saw my very pregnant sister wanting me to pick her up on the way back 🙃 It's not bcuz it's far (it's actually close), it's my fear of driving with passengers ever since... *flashback* My car accident in February 2021? 2022? (the day Russia invaded Ukraine). Long story short, bad weather + got hit in the passenger side, totaling my previuos red car. I was lying to the internet about "losing my car" + kept that a low profile so they wouldn't freak out as much + didn't want unwanted attention. I was like, "Are you sure???" (Clearly still traumatized)

It's too bad people were trickling in by 2:30, aka the time I had to leave. So I said my goodbyes, + left with a plate of food.

(It's a good thing I bought + brought the grapes, or else it would've looked bad, grabbed food, and + not contribute anything)

7. And so, I drove to my preggo sister's place, I switched to the passenger side, + she drove my car back to the house. What a relief! I was so scared of driving a passenger, let alone, the very pregnant sister.

8. The main event: the Schaumburg Adventure Post!

We didn't enter thru our usual entrance at the now-extincted Sears. Instead, it was like the opposite side of the mall. It's like standing in one place + starting to spin around in circles in one direction + then spinning around in the other direction. It feels weird.

1st store I saw was SuperDry. I fell in love with this store when I went to Washington DC in 2018 😍 The hoodie im wearing rn is fron SuperDry. I managed to try on two sports bras. The size 8 is a tight fit but good for keeping my chest in place. The size 12 is a comfortable fit but doesn't secure my chest as well. The siblings weren't too sure of the initial sizes, henced the reason i tried them on. As i was leaving, the preggo sister arrived. I showed her the two items i tried on. Needless to say, I got both.

Urban Outfitters, i got my other brother a candle that says "Magic S***" + two Pokémon card packs.

Next, Sephora. *c+p Twitter post*

"The line at Sephora is incredibly long. It's not my favorite place to be in, considering how anti-makeup I am. I'm near halfway there only to find out that someone already got the thing but didn't mark it as "Bought."

F*** it, imma buy it anyway so my time won't be in vain." - 12/3/2023 4:50 PM SUNDAY...

(I also bought an item online for her, just in case >BP)

Vera Bradley - a black lanyard strap for myself

Too Cool - An Aggretsuko pencil case + more OHSHC stickers 😍

Box Lunch - initially, I bought two bib sets for my future nephew. As soon as I got out of the line, The Blue Eyes White + Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragons pins caught my attention. I went back in line + bought them 😅

Hot Topic - I was looking at the band shirts. Obviously, I was looking at the Linkin Park shirts. I was like, "I already have that one, I already have that one, + oh? I don't have this one o.o" It was the One More Light shirt. What a find for me! And I got loads of pins/buttons. I resonate with the big crying corgi one the most (bcuz this was when I was running low on money).

Mall - I found this timeline that wasn't here b4 😮 Apparently, it's this mall's 50th anniversary. Woah.

I took pics so I could read it later, + there's also a link to all these pics + history:

https://click.simon.com/woodfield-mall-50th-anniversary-lp

Needless to say, A LOT has changed. I think I'll make a separate post on that. I think.

The mall was close to closing.

I traveled towards the old Sears entrance. The Rainforest Cafe is now Peppa Pig World 😢 The 1st floor of the now-extincted Sears is closed off. The 2nd floor has been replaced with "Primark". Combining descriptions of what my sister + dad say, it's like a Kmart version of Forever 21? Idk, I can't really wrap my head around it bcuz it's so new, the vibe + fashion isn't for me, + I'm still holding onto my childhood nostalgia of Sears.

I quickly visited F.Y.E. nearby. It triggered a memory of buying yaoi Manga there. Thus triggered another memory of being a bookstore that had so much more yaoi Manga. My memory has served me correctly of where it was located, but it was too late.

(Noooooooooo!!!!!) The mall was closing up at this point, so some stores were already closed 😞 I could've redeemed myself to get Heavens official blessing, but then again, I haven't touched my yaoi Manga all year long 😨

As I was making my way towards the exit, one last store caught my attention.

Ximi-V - This was where I went ballistic with pen shopping. I had trouble with paying bcuz I didn't have enough, so I put some things back + reduced my purchase by half. In short, I bought 8 pen refills, 6 pens, a multipen, + a mini Zhongli mirror ☺️

(I can only fit 10 pics on a Tumblr post so words will have to do)

Of those 6 pens, one of them was a mystery Genshin pen. Apparently, I grabbed their last one. The character I got was the Raiden Shogun (a very powerful character in the game). A lucky find for me. Although, it looks like I can fit a Zebra Sarasa +/or Pentel Energel ink refill in half of these pens. The barrels look cute, though 😍

I was the last person to meet up with everyone else this time because of how ballistic I was in that last store.

Overall, stores were relocated (like Urban Outfitters), some stores are gone (like where I found the Sora bust last year), + more anime stores are popping up. 🤔 I feel like it'll get overwhelming by the next one or two years. It was a good nice + short visit this time around. Either bcuz we had a short amount of time or bcuz we're getting older, thus getting slower. Oh yeah, there's online shopping, too.

9. We went to City Works to dine. We all had to run to the bathroom b4 we got settled into our seats. The men were hypnotized to the football game on TV, the women were feeling baby's kicks, + I was lost in thought. About my purchases, my plan of attacks, + ideas. Ordered two drinks, my usual amount, + devoured my food. I felt like I wasn't satisfied enough + didn't want dessert. Usually, I drink my 1st drink fast, + my 2nd drink is slow due to the amount of food I just ate.

10. Finally, I will end this post (+ Plan Of Attack) now that I've been home, + been writing this for the past 3 hours 🫠 Time is short. I want to catch up on Genshin b4 I actually fall asleep. I got kickboxing in the morning, too. Ultimate question: How should I go about publishing this to Twitter if Twitter Circles are now gone?

Option 1 - upload link publicly (+ make sure siblings don't see)

Option 2 - dm this to my two favorite mutuals (you guys know who you are 😎)

Option 3 - Figure out some alternative?

Option 4 - don't, + leave it here on Tumblr.

I'll see to this (eventually?)

Nite y'all!

[ddejavvu]

Rooster with a wife who is VERY MUCH fond of having children? Like, they already have five, and she’s on him every chance she’s got? The rest are like Rooster what the hell lay off her and he’s just like SHE POUNCES ON M E? Imagine she ends up with twins and rooster is just like ‘I’m gonna faint’ and she’s like ‘seven!’ :D she’s just this happy bby and he’s just this panicking pornstache wearing man

Halloween = time to dress up as daddy and grandpa maverick prove me wrong

join top gun night!

--

The round of applause for this pregnancy reveal is much less good-natured than the rest of them were.

"Jesus, man," Javy groans, "I get it, okay? I really do. But you're gonna be puttin' one up in the attic soon if you can't keep it in your pants."

"I will buy you condoms," Natasha urges, scrambling for her wallet, "Here! Here's $20. That's more than enough."

"Please," Bradley scoffs, "$20 won't last us a week."

Bob, who is your children's elected and designated babysitter, pipes up from where he's smiling kindly at you from over his drink, "Hopefully this one doesn't like throwing mac and cheese."

"I'll pitch in, Bob," Jake claps him on the back, hard enough to send the wso lurching forwards in his seat, "If you name 'em after me." Jake levels you with such a cocky grin that you're barely able to contain an eye-roll, something that Bradley doesn't bother with.

"Hangman, I'll cycle through everyone in this goddamn bar before I think about naming my kid after you."

"Penny isn't a bad name," You muse, glancing at the bartender who's eyeing someone's phone carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ring her bell.

"You guys wouldn't be running out of baby names if Rooster just wrapped it," Mickey snickers, and Bradley snaps.

"Listen! I am not the offender here," He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you to stand in front of him and take the brunt of the teasing, "This one can't keep her hands off of me!"

"Blame the woman," Natasha scoffs, but you watch her chuckle down the neck of her beer when you catch her eye.

"Actually, I can believe that," Jake crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a grating glance over your belly, "I saw her squeeze his ass last week while he was shooting pool."

"It's fat," You narrow your eyes at him, reaching for the bulge of Bradley's ass beneath his jeans. He tenses up as your fingers knead at his flesh and the group shares a chuckle at his expense.

He grabs your hand, yanking it off of his ass and brandishing it as damning evidence, "See? I'm irresistible, I tell you."

[steveharringtonswifebro]

I was literally searching through the Stranger Things tags when I saw this, and I would love to make a request!

Henry x female reader. Kinda AU-ish, where she moves to Hawkins and ends up buying the old Creel house, planning on fixing it up (I'm gonna be honest, I fell in love with that stained glass window when saw it). With her being new in town, and the fact that she bought the "murder house", it's not earning her any points with the locals. She's ostracized, and people are being stupid.

She has this habit of talking to herself, especially while she does the home improvements. Enter Henry, because it's his house, of course he knows about the newest resident.

He thinks about scaring her enough to leave, but as he's listening to her, he discovers that she actually shares a lot of his views about the world.

Things start to show up randomly, reader starts having weird dreams. Eventually, Henry makes his presence known.

Reader kinda freaks out, but grows to accept the fact that it's not just her house. Eventually, they grow closer, and now his dreams of rebuilding the world have her in them.

Kinda slow burn-ish. Reader has no real relationship with anyone. I think it's an interesting prompt, so go crazy with it. My only request is that the end of it is sort of fluffy.

OH. MY. GOD. I am in love with your idea and this would make such a great story! If only someone had the time to write it...

Oh wait, I do! :)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of brutality, nightmares, Stranger Things 4 spoilers, Henry almost revealing he's Vecna (Him right now: Oops, almost spilled my tea falling for y/n, lmao)

By the way, this is right after the last episode of Season 4, just so you have an idea of the timeline.

If you see this -> ~~~~~ <-it means there is a time skip <3

y/h/c = Your hair color

My Queen

Y/n drove a little faster. She was ecstatic to be fixing up her newly bought house, and couldn't wait much longer, for she didn't want to forget the ideas and inspiration she had locked in her mind.

Y/n was a girl in her early 20's looking for a fresh start. After finishing college, she moved away from the city to start her big career in a smaller suburban area. Ever since she was seven, her dream has always been to live in a home she designed herself! Little did she know she was making a huge mistake, or so the residents of Hawkins say.

She pulled into the driveway of a beaten-down house with a wooden frame lined with mold, surrounded by an unkept lawn. The only feature of the house that seemed to be untouched and in good shape was the front door, holding a stained glass window. The window was a square with a red rose in the center; coincidentally, roses were y/n's favorite flower.

Holy shit, she muttered as she stepped out of her cherry-red Buick Estate wagon.

As she walked slowly up the driveway in her worn-out converse, she noticed a note on the door. Y/n walked up the old wood porch steps and took the note off the door. She read it out loud to herself and huffed.

"Welcome to the murder house, where dreams come to die! Hope you enjoy your stay while it lasts. Watch out for maniacs, because if you aren't careful, they'll take your eyes!!!" It was an anonymous letter, so she crumpled it, assuming it was a teenage boy with nothing better to do.

~~~~~

Settling down was the easy part. Y/n had laid down a sleeping bag in a room that didn't have as many spiderwebs and dust bunnies so she could get a good night's sleep before starting. She pulled on a baby blue oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts, put her y/h/c hair in a messy bun, and shuffled into the opening of her makeshift bed. Staring up at the ceiling was the last thing she remembered before her eyes began to close, and she dosed off into a deep sleep.

At least... She thought she had.

Through her shut eyelids, y/n noticed a faint blue light and decided to see what it was. She opened her eyes and watched as the light began to fade into the hallway.

The door was open. She didn't remember leaving it open before she fell asleep.

Her breath hitched as realization hit her hard in the face: Someone was in the house!

Slowly pulling herself out of the sleeping--- wait, wasn't there a sleeping bag here just a minute ago? She pulled herself off the floor, a mix of confusion and horror on her face. Y/n looked around the corner to the right side of the hallway, watching in fear as the blue light slowly crept up to the attic and out of view again.

The attic stairs creaked with every step she took. It was hard trying to be stealthy in this house. She looked behind her where the stairs were supposed to be, but instead found a dirty window splashed with the blue light she had seen. She heard a boy yell behind her and looked forward, startled. To her horror, y/n was in the attic, washed in the blue light, as she watched a red-haired girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years of age lift into the air. A boy was standing on the ground calling for her, pleading for her to come back down.

"Max!" he yelled.

Y/n looked over and saw another high school boy wearing a Hawkins High varsity jacket, lying unconscious on the ground. She looked back at the girl, who was a little higher than she was before. Her left arm started to move backward, when-

snap

She had woken up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Y/n felt around and realized she was still in the sleeping bag, the sun seeping through a window to her left and onto the floor.

"It was just a nightmare," she breathed. Sighing, she laid back down and placed her palms on her forehead. It had seemed so real, so close. But there was no way it could've been real, she must have just been worked up about something and was overthinking the letter she had found on the door the night before.

~~~~~

Y/n sat down at a table inside the nearest café she could find. She was hungry and needed something to munch on; some coffee would be nice as well. The waitress came up to her with a notepad and pen in hand.

"What can I get for you, ma'am?" The waitress had a voice as sweet as honey, and her hazel eyes gazed down at y/n, waiting patiently for an answer.

"I will have the Chef's special, and a cup of straight coffee, no milk, no sugar please." Y/n handed the menu back to the waitress as she scribbled the order onto the notepad.

Taking the menu, the waitress examined y/n's face.

"Hey, I don't think I've seen you around town! Are you visiting?" She asked politely.

"Oh, no, I just moved into the old house down the street yesterday!" she answered cheerfully.

The café went completely silent. Utensils stopped clinking. Mouths stopped sipping drinks, and conversations came to an abrupt end. Perhaps she had said it too loud? Y/n looked down at her hands and flushed with embarrassment. The waitress was wide-eyed and had an odd look on her face.

"Y-you mean the... Murder house?" If she had said it any louder, y/n was pretty sure California would have heard.

A nervous laugh escaped y/n's lips. "Well, if that's really what you call it, then I guess."

~~~~~

The day hadn't started off great. Throughout breakfast, y/n kept getting stares and odd looks ranging between curiosity, disgust, fear, and confusion. All she really wanted was a cup of coffee and a normal start to her day like she would in college.

Y/n had gone to a hardware store across town to get some supplies and got a couple of stares as she walked down the paint isle. They must have seen her move in.

She had gotten home and began to sweep, directing the dirt into the new dustpan she had managed to buy. The broom's bristles swept across the floor. Her bare feet moved slowly across the wooden panels as she continued to clean. Footsteps rang above her from the attic. Wait, hold up... Footsteps? She stopped and stared at the floor where she was just about to sweep.

Dark clouds covered the sun, casting shadows through the windows.

Banging came from the attic door, causing y/n to drop the broom. She looked up to see a little girl, looked about middle school age, banging on the door leading into the attic, yelling for someone. The girl kept trying to open the door, but all she could do was shake the door handle.

"Hey! Kid!" Y/n managed to call over to the girl, still a little frightened about what was going on. The girl didn't seem to hear her.

"Lucas! Open the door," the little girl yelled. Y/n could hear pained grunting and slamming noises from above... Followed by... yelling? It sounded like a fight. She could see the blue light seeping under the door and out onto the staircase. Y/n blinked, causing the scene of events to vanish.

Not knowing what in the hell had just happened, she stood as stiff as a board, eyes glued to where the girl had just been. The sun had come back out and the blue light seemed to have gone.

"What the fuck..." she finally muttered.

~~~~~

The clean floor was a start. She still had a long way to go, but couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. Y/n pulled a piece of fried chicken from her frozen dinner and flipped a page of her newspaper. She bought a microwave, so she was able to at least heat up food, but she couldn't afford a television at the moment. Not that there was any way to hook it up.

'Earthquake hits town, devastation rules all' she read. Apparently, right before she moved, there had been an earthquake that hit the town and destroyed houses, including hers. It wasn't as bad as others had been, though. The attic floor had caved in, but that was about it. She had hired a team of construction workers to handle it and put it back into place.

The room had gone dark again, and she looked up from her newspaper. What looked like little particles of dust were flying in the air, smoke coming from behind the trees surrounding the playground across the street. Y/n stood up to observe, but once she looked, it was gone, and the sun was setting slowly.

"I must be going mental," she said out loud to herself. "That must be how everyone else sees me too, buying an old house like this, once believed to be a 'murder house.'"

Sitting back down to eat her meal, she sighed. "Even before I got here people were giving me shit about it." She stuffed a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"Oh, look at me, I'm funny! I place creepy notes on my neighbors' doors! Look! Let me glare at this woman because she made a mistake! Oh, are you sure you want to buy this house? You must be a maniac," y/n exclaimed mockingly, her mouth still full of food. She laughed, tone dripping with sarcasm and dry humor.

Y/n buried her face in her hands. "And now I'm talking to myself. Great."

"You're not alone."

Her head shot up from her hands and she looked around frantically.

"Who said that?" she asked.

"Oh, where are my manners?" An ominous voice was ringing in her ears. It was the voice of a man. It echoed throughout the house. Y/n turned around to try and find the source of the voice but saw nothing.

She turned back around and gasped. A blonde-haired man, around her age, about six feet tall stood before her. His hands were behind his back and his posture arched forward, just slightly. His eyes were a shade of ocean blue, staring dreamily down at y/n in her purple sweater and denim skinny jeans.

"Hello," he said. Y/n's knees almost buckled from the way his voice hit her eardrums. It was smooth. Relaxing. Patient.

"H-hi?" She was a little scared, maybe even confused, but overall just stunned by his beauty.

"I'm vec- Henry. Henry Creel. And, you are?" Y/n hadn't noticed his quick aversion, for he had almost spoiled his monstrous identity.

"In love," she said out loud, thinking it was inside her head. He laughed lightly, and once she realized what she said, she fixed it. "I- I mean y/n!" She cleared her throat. "My name is y/n."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I couldn't help but overhear your self-directed conversation about how awful you've been treated during your stay." He slowly stepped closer, careful not to scare the girl in front of him away. "I wouldn't want a guest to feel unwelcome now, would I?"

Y/n's eyebrow raised at that last question. "Guest?" she questioned.

"Well, technically this is, or should I say was, my house before it was appealing to the realtors. Lucky for me, I got a sweet rose to keep me company."

Rose. Something about how he had said the word gave y/n the tingles.

And not the bad kind. *wink* *wink*

But something else had her on edge. "So... You're not real?" She hesitated.

"Well, 'Not Real' is a bit extensive, but I'd say 'in hiding' or 'framed in your imagination.'" A slow, shaky breath released from her lips. Was he really something that had come to haunt her? Had he died in this very house?

Perhaps he's one of the murder victims from the house, she thought.

"Murder victims? Oh, no, not me. I was the murderer," he said. So much for trying not to scare her off.

Wait, can he hear my thoughts?

"Yes."

She whimpered, terror rising in her throat as she thought about the dreams and visions she had been having. Was it him who had been giving her these? Had he, the bright-smiled man in front of her, really killed others in this very house? If she had tried to ask him to leave, he might kill her, too.

She had no other choice but to accept the fact that Henry, this figment of her imagination, was living in this house. It was originally his, and she had thought about moving to a different house for a split second but thought it best to stay. Y/n had a tendency to feel guilty about leaving people alone, even if it was for the best. After all, he was cute!

~~~~~

A week had gone by, and y/n was searching for a job. She had enough money to finish the house, but that was only the estimated budget. She'd probably need a little extra cash if she wanted to keep up the work, let alone keep herself alive. But just her luck! Since everyone knew her as the 'woman from the murder house,' finding a job would probably be the hardest thing she had ever done.

Y/n sat in the corner of her makeshift bedroom and sobbed, letting out all her feelings of utter loneliness that she's felt her whole life. Everywhere she went, people always seemed to either ignore or despise her existence. She was always doing something wrong, no matter how hard she tried.

"May I ask what is wrong?" Henry was standing above her, smiling kindly down upon the broken girl. She didn't need to look up to know it was him. It had been happening nonstop all week, so y/n was used to it. She had grown fond of him, to say the least. And, quite frankly, he enjoyed her company as well.

"I'm just not feeling the best today," y/n sobbed into her hands. He didn't need to ask her why she was upset. Henry already knew, since, you know, he was inside her mind, forcing her to see him in his human body.

He sat down next to her and placed his hand on her quivering knee. "I know how you feel." Y/n looked up from her hands and met his beautiful blue eyes. It was almost as if she could see the waves through his irises, watching as the sea salt foam glided against the water. "I know exactly how much pain you've suffered. Neglected. Hated. For reasons, you nor I will ever know. Even your birth parents thought you were a disappointment, and never cared for you," he stated. Usually, at the mention of something this deep, y/n would have cried harder, but something about Henry's eyes kept her calm. "But I get how you feel. You see..." Classic pause for effect, "You and I, we're not all that different. My parents didn't care much for me either. Never understood me. That all can be forgotten, though."

He took her hand and stood up, helping her to her feet shortly after. The ground began to crumble under them, yet they were still taking steps as if the floor never left. The wooden planks revealed Hawkins but combined with a darker version of itself. The rotting, withering version of Hawkins fed into the one they called home.

"Imagine a world of destruction and demise. Where everyone bows down to you. Otherwise, they meet their grueling fate," Henry explained in a rather confident manner. "Murder. Bloodshed. Tearing them apart. Limb. By. Limb." He wrapped his arm around y/n's shoulder, still holding her hand in his.

"Them?" y/n asked quietly, a sparkle in her eyes. Henry kept his gaze on the destruction below.

"Everyone who has ever hurt you. The people who broke you into pieces with every drop of hatred they had left, until they had nothing left to give, and resorted to ignoring your existence." He looked up into y/n's eyes, his free hand in his pocket, while the other squeezed hers softly. "Their loathing and ignorance can't hurt you now."

Y/n looked back down at the wreckage, watching as slimy monsters, taller than humans, roamed about, looking for live prey. Nothing had ever looked so...

Beautiful.

The intensity of it all grew about. Y/n had never seen anything like it before. Excitement crept up her throat, and she smiled, letting out a small squeal that sounded more like a squeak. Henry smiled softly at this reaction, knowing he had chosen the perfect woman in the end.

"This has always been a dream of mine," He said, turning towards y/n as the crumpled floor had reversed itself and came back, covering up the vision of their future. "But it would be tragic to do it alone. Y/n... I want you to be my soulmate. My beloved wife through it all. Loving each other as the world burns to a crisp. We will be royalty to those who walk on the gravel we create."

"Royalty," she repeated. It all sounded perfect. "And here I was, thinking I was never going to find love." She snuggled into his arms as they stood in the middle of the Creel house.

"You, y/n, are not just my love," he whispered softly in her ear, sending a shiver of thrill down her spine. "But you are my queen."

Henry kissed the top of Y/n's head. They stood, waiting for it to happen. The chaos. The both of them smiled as the thought raced through their corrupt minds. They didn't hate the idea of being insane. Especially if they were together. Henry and y/n. Hand in hand.

Watching as the world burned to pieces.

A/N: OMG!!! I had so much fun writing this, you don't even know. This is my first long story, sooo... I hope you like it! Love you <3

[ariyucake]

-> 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 <𝟑 [ 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔 ]

-> [ 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ]

-> [ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ ]

-> [ 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫 ]

-> " 𝐎𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 . . . 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 ! - "

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-> You worked at a company, a popular one to be precise . It was the company that you used to always buy cosplay outfits from when you were around 16 or 15 . [ You were an obsessive anime fan, that's why ] You looked at your laptop with the sketch of the new outfit you were drawing with your digital pen that's connected to your laptop, you were quite bored today, and tired . . . not to mention that you're doing all of the work yourself because you have no partner, you kinda regretted telling your boss that you don't wan't a partner . But a week ago . . . you told your boss that you wanted a partner, and she happily accepted, gosh, the people working here were really nice, but still, you have no friends . You recently also found out about your partner, your partner is a short male, that has blonde hair and golden eyes . He sounds quite familiar, but you don't think much of it and just continued to work on with your sketch .

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-> It was now lunch time, you immediately saved your sketch and shut your laptop, then closed it . You put your laptop to the right side of your table that's facing the wall . And you immediately rushed to your boss' office because you'd be afraid she'd get mad at you for being late .

-> You opened the door to reveal him, it's him ! Your partner that you've been wanted for so long . You bowed to your boss and greeted her and she greets you back and tells you to sit on the chair next to your new partner . You both introduced yourselves and your boss, Ningguang, told you some info about Aether and then she dismisses you both to go eat lunch .

-> You closed the office door of Ningguang's lightly and then looked at Aether, he smiled at you warmly while you just gave him a small smile . You walked with him, following him as he walks to a . . . place that you always went to for lunch . He said that it was his favourite place to go . Well . . . he did looked like the blonde male you bumped into at the place a week ago, and what's better is that Aether even told you that he'd pay for the meal, no matter how expensive it is ! You both started to get closer each month, you liked him and he likes you, but . . . he's in love with you in a different way .

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-> He recently found out that you liked pocky, oh, what a coincidence ! he likes it too . . . he was always creepy around you, but you being a person who always experienced this thought it was just a feeling . Gosh, it reminds you of that one time when you were 15 and a short male blondie with gold eyes always followed you around because he wanted to be your friend . He kept reminding you of someone from your childhood, but you shrugged it off because you were always tired when thinking of those things . And guess what . . . he revealed that you were actually his childhood friend, you suddenly remembered and went : " Ahh !! I'm so sorry for forgetting you !! " and he just goes : " I - it's okay [ Name ], it's not a big deal anyways . . . " he says trying to hide his disappointment from you .

-> This morning, he bought a pack of pocky, and . . . well, some drug . . . but - it's not gonna kill you ! It's just gonna make you sleep for a while . . . he opened the pack of pocky and mixed it in the pink strawberry - looking liquid of the drug and went up to you holding it infront of your face, you immediately ate it because you didn't know what else to do - and suddenly . . . after eating it, you fainted .

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-> You woke up in Aether's home, feeling light - headed, you looked around and saw Aether sitting on his desk looking at some pictures . . . you slept on his bed, not tied, you immediately stood up but then again, you fell down and made a loud noise, Aether immediately looked behind him and saw you on the floor, on the verge of crying because of the pain . He helped you up and took care of your injury . You asked him why you were here, and he replied saying : " I . . . lost my sister, my twin sister, she went missing a year ago . And I've been thinking about you more often that time, and instead of being sad for my sister . . . I was sad because you weren't here to comfort me and hug me . I loved you since we were younger [ Name ] and if you feel uncomfortable with this, I understand, but I can't have you running around with other men trying to take your heart away ! I always feel like cutting their throats with a dull knife and beat them up mercilessly . . . I even killed 4 people who just flirted with you ! So please, don't leave . . . " He says as he hugs you, and you . . . surprisingly hugged him back " Don't worry Aether ! I love you so much too, and I know what it feels like to be you . " you said as you gave him a kiss on the cheek and he blushed .

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The concept of this is that the reader used to be an anime weeb and always bought cosplay outfits from the company she currently works at and aether is her partner, who is a fashion designer and she's the one who designs it . The reader is also secretly aether's childhood friend [ crush actually ] but she forgor

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-> Thank you for reading this, I hope you have a good day / night reader !

-> Also, I'm sorry if there are any grammar / spelling mistakes here ! I was rushing to type everything and my fingers hurt :(