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[povcherry]

The Love Test | DNF

Dream and George take a test to see if they are in love with their best friend

The intense red text was prominent on his screen. Frustratingly, the one time Dream agrees to playing bedwars with George and Hypixel is down.

Dream lent back in his chair, hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. His room was dark, the only light shone from his monitors. Patches wrapped around his legs. A deep sigh left George, as he lay his head on his desk in exasperation, an empty subway wrapper by his face, the time on his monitor read 2:17 am, yet he wasn't tired. After being on calls almost consecutively with Dream for essentially a year, he had managed to sync his sleep schedule up with him, already in Florida time prepared for when he goes to live with Dream and Sapnap.

George was disheartened. He was looking forward to playing with Dream. They were both normally either too tired or busy editing or working to go on minecraft for fun, and not just for a YouTube video. But now that they couldn't play bedwars, they were bored and unsure of what to do. They only called each other so that they could play minecraft, but that wasn't an option anymore.

"What do you want to do now then?" Dream asks, his voice far away from the mic, so much so that George nearly missed what he said. He hesitated, staring at Dreams discord profile picture light up.

"We could..." He stalled, drawing out his words. He wasn't the best at making decisions, he was much to indecisive. "Do you want to stream GeoGuessr?" He suggested, silently hoping Dream would say no. He didn't really want to do anything, only talk to Dream for hours on end.

"Not really. My brain is too slow for that level of concentration." That earned a giggle from George, putting a small smile on Dreams face. He loved that sound. "How about we go in my merch vc? Me and ni- Sapnap had fun last time just listening to music?"

George was hesitant. The last time he went in Dreams merch voice call was during the sleep over with Sapnap and Dream. That ended up in a disaster of butterflies and George having to turn his phone off for a couple of hours just to distract himself from the 'dreamnotfound' mayhem they had caused yet again on twitter. He felt giddy just thinking about it, Dream whispering into the mic, loudly cursing when George beat him at 8ball. It made him dizzy thinking about it... thinking about him.

George didn't hate it though- the attention from Dream and the fans. Despite all the jokes and innuendos that they both do to mess with their fans, George knew there was some truth to it all. A deeper meaning to being called an idiot. The endearing term that Dream loved to use oh so much. George felt fluttery, wanting to be called an idiot at this moment.

"George?" He had been silent for a while, reminiscing.

"What would we do on there?"

"Just talk. Or listen to music. Whatever you want to do, George".

Without thinking, George clicked onto the icon for Dreams server. "Do you need to add me to the call?" He asked, unsure about how the podcasts worked.

"Yeah, I need to quickly tell my mods to open it first."

Within minutes, they where in the call, hundreds of people pouring in immediately, spamming the chat with things like 'GEORGE?!' and blue and green hearts. George stifled a giggle, nerves taking over him. Despite doing streams for a living with tens of thousands of people watching him, there was something more intimate with calling Dream in a private server.

"Hello" Dream broke the silence, welcoming all the fans. He chuckled, looking at the chat, "Yes, George is here today. Hypixel was down and we had nothing to do"

"Hi" George was unsure what to say, scratching his neck in awkwardness. It wasn't this weird when he was streaming. At least then they had a plan and chat was relatively easy to read. He was doubtful that this call would end well, what with his ignorance to some innuendos and jokes involving DreamNotfound.

"We thought we would just pop on here. We're kind of bored." Dream stated, unable to see what people where spamming in the #podcast chat. "I can't see what you guys are saying, i'll probably just read my twitch chat."

Half an hour passed and George was getting hungry and bored, nothing eventful had really happened so far except for Dream explaining his setup and chat freaking out over his galaxy mouse pad.

"I want food but all that's in my fridge is butter... oh and the BTS sauces and... uhm expired milk" George complained, looking through his fridge while still on the call.

Dream chucked, "Why do you have expired milk in your fridge?"

"Not the point, I just want food"

"Well get some food then" Dream counteracted. George sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting back down in his chair. His stomach rumbled loudly, calling out to his hunger.

"I'm going to order McDonald's." And with that George muted his mic, found the McDonald's number and ordered his food, in the background, he could hear Dream.

"Should i do a quiz?... yeah? Link some in the podcast chat." There was a long silence. George, long ordered his food, stayed muted, listening to Dream talk to his chat. He found it so endearing the way Dream spoke to them, as though they where a family. His voice soft and gentle as he scrolled through the chat looking for a quiz.

"Ooh, this looks interesting... oh, 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?'. Sounds... interesting" George stopped. Everything seemed to slow down. Eyes wide as he looked at the screen infront of him, Dreams discord icon lighting up as he chuckled nervously. He wasn't actually going to do it was he? The room was getting hot for George, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to delve into the idea of being in love with his best friend, let alone his best friend being in love with him.

He quickly unmuted, ready to call Dream out on what he was doing, but Dream beat him to it.

"George, i'm going to do the 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?' quiz" He laughed, opening up the link and reading out the first question. "do you catch yourself looking at your best friend?"

George stalled. They had face timed multiple times in the past, Dream only letting George see his eyes upwards, but George always found it hard for him to look away. He got lost staring at his best friends eyes. George quickly messaged Dream asking for the link for the quiz, if Dream was going to do it, so would George.

"Dream, check dm's" He rushed.

"Huh, what, why?" Dream asked, busy trying to still his own heart beat. He had always known at the back of his mind that he had romantic feelings for George, whether that is because he was just touched starved and was desperate, or because he genuinely wanted more than just a friendship with George, suppressing his feelings as to not ruin anything between them.

"Just read it." George urged, getting apprehensive, unsure whether he should just delete the comment and over analyse everything Dream says.

But before he knew it, the link to the quiz had been sent to George, a small smiley face underneath it from Dream. George was about to reply with a '?' to the smile, but Dream spoke up again.

"I just put 'once in a while', i mean, it's not like im never looking at you but i don't do it like.. all the time." George clicked all the time. He couldn't get enough of Dreams warm amiable eyes. His eyes were a kind of green that speaks to the soul of nature, of fresh wands of grass and new buds, and his eyes were that bright colour, bold and beautiful.

"Right," he snickered, " next question, 'are they the first person you call when something happens?' uhm... yeah, i guess. But not always, i mean i would call my mom first." He laughed, ignoring the fact that George was silent. George always called Dream if something was wrong. He wasn't in contact with his parents, Sapnap wasn't the most mature when it came to serious things, yes he was a great friend and he would be there for George if he needed, but Dream came first. George put Dream before everyone, at time even before himself.

"George?" Dream disrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You're being so quiet, everyone is asking if you're asleep" George looked at chat, Sure enough, between all the green and blue hearts, there where people spamming Georges name and sleep.

"Oh uhm no, it is 3 am though. Kind of tired." He said, anxiously looking at the next question, mouse already hovering over 'it's nice if i can'. George didn't wake up thinking about Dream, not always anyway. Just if they had fallen asleep on call together, or if they were recording a video that day.

"You should sleep." His voice had softened. He too was looking at the same question. Thinking about George staying up just for him made him feel giddy, but he also didn't want George to be sleep deprived.

George held back a smile. "I'm good, we're in sync bb" he snickered, knowing that would get a rise out of the chat. He could practically hear Dream roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Oh come on" He laughed, his voice low and raspy as he started to read out the next question. He couldn't get through it without laughing, however. "'Do you get jealous if he or she has a boyfriend or girlfriend?' Oh come on! I mean..." He started, George's scoff cut him off. "What?" Dream laughed.

"Nothing" George giggled

"To be fair.. no, but... i mean, wouldn't anyone?"

"Not really." George counteracted.

"Well, no. But! But! But! It would be one of those things where it's like, awe, now he's gonna be spending time, like, doing that, instead of like, with us. Like with like, me and sap. So, I'll put maybe a little. Right? Maybe a little.?" Dream stuttered, trying to defend his reasoning while George just giggled at his flusteredness.

George had already clicked 'ugh its the worst' already. He remembered when Dream had told him Sapnap was moving in with him. Now, George knew his best friends. He knew there was nothing going on between Dream and Sapnap, but something about them living together tickled George the wrong way. He was pissed off, to say the least. George wasn't normally jealous, but when it came to Dream, he became a different person. He almost didn't want to share Dream with anyone else... George wanted Dream all to himself.

"Dream, no one is arguing with you..." George whispered endearingly, a small smile painted across his lips.

The next few questions were uneventful. Dream still defended his answers despite no body calling him out on them. The chat was a blur of left ear jokes and and blue and greens. George answered 'yes' on the majority of the questions.

" Do you have dreams about them? Im- Okay! That's unfair, like, oh my god. Okay, I'll put sometimes." Dream rushed, desperately wanting to move onto the next question. He didn't want to tell chat, and especially George, about the dreams he has. No body knew about the desperation Dream has when he dreams about George. The want and longing to touch George in many ways than one. The heartache Dream feels when he wakes up because he knows the happiness his feels in his dreams could never be recreated.

"What?" George once again giggled. He was starting to have fun now. Seeing Dream embarrassed made George feel slightly better about his answers, but at this rate he was afraid the quiz would tell him he's so hopelessly in love with his best friend that there was no hope for him. "What do you dream about me?"

"You- you've had- you're- you're an idiot, you've had dreams! You've had one hundred pe- you've told me about dreams you've had!" He stammered, struggling to get his words out correctly without revealing too much. He was starting to get hot, the air conditioning in his room seemed to do nothing, the 'GNF' jumper he was wearing was suffocating him. He was suddenly finding it hard to breath under the weird pressure of these questions he had no obligation answering.

"What type of dreams, hmm?" George teased. He had his head resting in his hands leaning on the desk, taking in everything Dream was saying. George, of course had clicked 'all the time' about dreaming about Dream. Dream was on his mind 24/7.

"Oh don't even start with me, i know you've had dreams about me. You told me you've like.. texted me in your dreams or something. You.. you definitely have, anyway..." The two argued for the next few questions, and it was all smooth sailing for both Dream and George, until it came to the big one. The one that caused George to almost throw up the McDonald's that he had eaten a half hour ago.

Dream went silent. George could almost hear Dreams heart beating through the mic. He knew why, too. He saw the question. George had been dreading this. He chose to stay silent, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like to kiss your best friend?" Dream was silent for almost thirty seconds. He felt sick. The amount of times he had wondered what Georges lips felt like. Whether or not they were made for him. Perfectly molded to fit Dreams own. He dreamt about them constantly. The soft touch of lips. He was beyond salvageable. "Uhm, n-no. Of course not."

"Why did you take so long to answer?" George was apprehensive. He wondered whether Dream thought about kissing him as much as he did. George so desperately wanted to, he wanted to feel them on his own lips, wanted to know what Dream tasted like, how he smelt. He was forlorn.

"I'm just going to put, well... i'm going to put.. well there's no good answers. I'm just going to put 'yes but it would be like kissing my mom'". He lied, his mouse had been hovering over 'at least a few times a day', unsure whether to click it or not, but he knew the truth. He wanted to kiss George more than he ever wanted to do anything ever.

The rest of the quiz, George kept silent. If he opened his mouth, he would confess his love on the spot. He had finished all the questions, revealing a 32%. He was totally in love with his best friend. Desperately, pathetically and hopelessly in love. He needed help.

"Okay, last question" Georges ears pricked up at this, he was happy it was almost over. He needed to talk to Dream in private, even if it killed him. "Do you see them in your future?... of course. A lot of my future is your future. I don't want a future without you in it..." Dream whispered, muting his physical mic so that no one could hear his breath leave his body. That was the most intimate he had probably ever been with George in front of fans. He hoped he hadn't just messed anything up.

George still stayed silent. Dreams answer made him almost cry with happiness. He couldn't imagine a future without Dream.

Dream un-muted his mic to finish up the quiz, "It says, you are in love with a few things about your best friend, so it's likely that you could fall entirely in love with them if you... if things keep up the way they are right now." George was unsure of what to say. Chat was once again asking if he was asleep. Both boys took no notice. Almost silently, so silently George almost missed it. But he held his breath, staring at the monitor with fear. All colour had drained from his face. He was about to pass out.

"If.. if you're worried they don't feel the same way... you're going to have to find out how to shut your feelings off, you don't want to ruin what you have."... no one talked for a couple seconds... both of them waiting for the other to say something, until George plucked up the courage.

"I don't want to ruin anything, Dream."

George loved Dream, and Dream was sure he loved George.

[nakedmossy]

Cruel Summer - Part 1 [JJ x Reader]

[A/N: Hi again. I've missed you. It was time for something new. I found this story in a dream. Prepare for a mental trip, it's indicative of the year i've had. This is gonna go in a million different directions and I can't say i'm surprised. Ive written two chapters and i'm already like ...well, fuck it i'm posting it...I needed to get back into writing and this is what I got so enjoy. I have a playlist I used while writing, comment if you want it shared. As always, not that any of us need the reminder....but there will be adult content (whatever that means) and language and NSFW content so...keep me off your screen at the dinner table. Love y'all ...Mossy x]

You ease your car into park, your hand resting on the gear shift, the tires slowly rocking back and forth on the soft ground as the engine dies. Sunlight streams through your windshield as a cloud of dust and sand settles around the car, and you feel a trapped breath release from deep in your chest. The quiet, melodic hum of music relaxes your shoulders and through the trees you can see the water rhythmically hitting the shore.

You haven’t been here in a few weeks and you're starting to feel it; the tight and uncomfortable tensing in your muscles, the locked jaw, the flat expressions. The closer it gets to the anniversary the more you feel the need to visit. But the frequency of your visits is dictated by Her, and She keeps tabs on your whereabouts a lot these days. ‘Its not healthy to spend so much time there’ She would say to you, while pulling a Valium out of her bag to slide towards you. She has your therapist on speed dial on the landline. And she blames you for living in the past. Ironic.

You pull your keys out of the ignition, unbuckle your seatbelt, and let your muscle memory guide you out of the car and through the trees to the edge of the embankment where the sand and the sea grass take over. Flashes of Lacey running down the beach in front of you, looking back over her shoulder and laughing, are burned into your eyelids when you blink. She was everywhere here, every corner of this beach belonged to her. Her towel spread out on the sand at your feet, books with water damaged pages scattered across it, her bag tossed lazily to the side. Her board perched against the log you used to dry out your wetsuits. Her camera.

You close your eyes and listen to the wind move through the grass, her laugh echoing off the rocks. Come on! She would laugh with an outstretched arm. Come take a picture with me.

Her lips were supple and her nose was sun kissed, her hair bleached and tousled from the saltwater. She would motion for you to come over and you would go, because you always did, to fit into the frame next to her, cramming yourself in wherever you could after she found her best angle. She would hold up the camera and wrap her arm around you tightly, the smell of her tanning oil and sweat floating around you in a heady cloud, and at the last moment she would press her lips to your cheek and whisper cheese.

You blink and look at the water again, a seagull squawking as it flies over the empty beach. Reaching into your jeans pocket and feeling for the photo, you pull it out and look down, the moment she clicked the button frozen in time on the paper in your hand. Her side profile was radiant, the wind blowing her hair around her lips which were pressed to your face, you looked straight at the camera with a shy smile, a hidden smile, a quiet smile. An honest smile.

You run your thumb across the picture reflexively before sighing and putting the picture back in your pocket, it was one of the last photos you had together and it was one of the only ones you could clearly make out your own face. That always bothered you. Now you’ll never forget how happy we were today. I love you. She shook the polaroid until it was developed, then pressed it into your chest and winked, waiting for you to grab ahold of it, before turning on her heal and running towards the water.

Your chest burns for a moment before you straighten up and set your jaw. You feel good today, closer to her than usual. Today might be the day. You follow the path through the dunes towards the water and concentrate on the tide, watching the foam and the water snake along the shoreline. It’s windy, but not as windy as it usually is this time of day. The sky, clear and clean of any clouds, is the colour of blue that reminds you what happiness is. Or was, you know, before all the shit happened. When life was something you had the ability to process, sometimes even enjoy.

Now or never. Your head whips up at the sound of her voice and you see her, standing in the water. You feel the blood rush to your face, your core warming. There she is, running a hand up her stomach towards her chest and smiling at you, the kind of smile that would get good people into bad situations.

Slowly you slide your sneakers off and kick them aside, wiggling the sand between your toes. You’re not wearing a bikini but the beach is empty, so you close your eyes and listen to Lacey laughing from the water, come on scaredy cat, nobodies looking, as you peel your top off and drop it into the sand beside your shoes. You unbutton your shorts next and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them hesitantly.

Lacey walks out of the water, so you keep your eyes closed, knowing if you open them she will be gone, and you wait for her to bite her lip and smile at you. There. Look at your body. You’re beautiful. Come on. She guides you towards the water with nothing but her own bare skin and confidence, nothing could ever touch her. You know its only a few steps until your feet are in the water, you should open your eyes and look around to make sure nobody is watching, but you don’t get to see her often anymore between the Valium and the other stuff, so you forgo it for a few more seconds. Today is the day, you have to do it. Time is running out. She’s all but told you as much.

“I miss you” You say, but your voice sounds foreign and it breaks and scatters into the wind.

Im right here. Lacey smiles at you like she always did, her crooked dimpled grin, her perfectly straight white teeth, her eyes shining. Now shut up and get in the water.

You feel the warm dry sand turn to wet firm sand beneath your feet, you know you’re close. It’s ours, all of it. The water. Just let go and let the Ocean carry you. You’re weightless. Isn’t it perfect?

Your breathing is shallow and your palms are clammy. There’s a tingling sensation in your thighs and you feel dizzy. You have to open your eyes. No, don’t. Not yet. Stay with me.

The water touches your toes and your eyes shoot open, you recoil and lose your footing, falling backwards. You crab crawl away from the water until the tide retreats and you feel your vision tunnelling as Lacey fades into the sunbeam above the water.

You scramble back to your clothes and pull your shorts above your sand stained underwear, your shirt smoothing your hair down as it settles back over your shoulders. You take a few deep breaths until your heart rate slows down. A tear springs up and sits in your eye for a few moments before falling and drying on your cheek. The beach is the best place to cry. The ocean is loud so nobody hears you, and the sun is hot so the tears dry fast.

You don’t want to turn around and look back at the water, you know she won’t be there. You’re alone, properly alone, just like she said you would be, psychic bitch. If she hadn’t been so charismatic and beautiful and conveniently wealthy, people would have outcasted her for being a freak a long time ago. What with all the tealeaves and palm readings and ‘gut feelings’. But they never did, her family had more money than the Kennedys and she looked like she walked runways for fun on the weekends, so she was untouchable. Your stomach starts to turn as you think about it so you blink the ground in front of you back into focus and start walking.

You have a few minutes of freedom left before She starts calling and asking where you are, so you walk slow to savour it. Who knows when you would be allowed out long enough again to go back.

You emerge from the tree cover into the parking area, pondering how many different routes you can take to get home to elongate the drive, when you hear a car door close. You look up, pulled from your thoughts, and squint to see through the bright sun.

“‘Scuse me!” A voice says, deep and friendly. A silhouette is moving towards you, so you bring your hand up to block the sun from your eyes. “Hey, sorry, do you live around here?”

You blink a few times as the silhouette gets closer and make out the figure of a tall man with wispy hair and baggy shorts.

“Sorry?” You reply, still trying to get a clear image.

“Im just trying to find the Marina but I have taken at least 5 of these side roads and all I keep finding is empty damn parking lots.” The man stops a few feet from you, close enough that you can make out a tan face with a toothy grin, and blonde hair. “First one with a pretty girl though, so I must be going the right way.” He smiles at you confidently, shielding his own eyes from the sun, but still squinting.

You look back over your shoulder to the beach, confirming Lacey is gone. You turn and look at the man who is watching you intently, hopefully, and smile quietly.

“Yeah, it’s uh…its just back on the main road, go 3 clicks south and take a right at the fork. You’ll see a fancy sign for a beach club, it’s just past that.” You look past him to the old Ford truck with rusted wheel wells and smile to yourself. “Assuming you’re not going to the beach club.”

The man laughs and smiles, looking over your shoulder at the beach before his eyes settle back on you. “Nope. Never been to one of those…legally.” He winks and backs up a few steps, then nods and says “Thanks” before turning and walking back towards his truck. He slows as he reaches it and stops, then turns back and pivots before jogging back to you.

You wait and watch, curious. He stops a few steps away and stretches out his hand.

“Sorry. That was rude of me. Im JJ.”

[fmufmu]

Boo’d up.

[hi can you please write ash island fluff???]

          You got me boo'd up, boo'd up – you like Yoon Jinyoung. You’re boo’d up.

     A/N: re-upload because im trash and forgot to upload this!

You can’t pinpoint where your feelings started for Jinyoung.

You’re not anything special – you’re nothing more than the waitress girl of your parents’ chicken restaurant and it just happens that Ambition Musik go here frequently that you see Jinyoung. That’s how you meet actually – they pile into the corner of the room and you serve them with shaky hands and a nervous smile. Your eyes meet Jinyoungs and you feel so embarrassed and enchanted at the same time. There’s nothing more to it.

But that’s not the point, the point is that somehow you become friends. Jinyoung paid, tells you that this is the best chicken place, tips heavily and leaves with a fond smile. It becomes frequent and sometimes it’ll be just Jinyoung by himself eating. And the weeks pass, and you find yourself looking forward to seeing Jinyoung. And Jinyoung starts greeting you like you’ve known each other forever.

Suddenly, things change; Jinyoung swings by just to see how you are; Jinyoung offers you lifts back to your apartment that’s on the way to his; suddenly you’re pulled from your own little world to and you’re falling at an alarming rate with no intention of stopping. You don’t know how it came to the point of friendship – how you got his Kakao ID, how you’d find yourself sending him funny pictures –

Somehow, the universe, gifted you something good. Something great, actually.  And you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him – guys like Yoon Jinyoung could have any girl they want, so why would he want you? You were average – not good or bad. In the middle, floating somewhere. You read the magazines, see the videos – Jinyoung was popular these days. He speaks about how he doesn’t have time to date, to see girls, to like anyone but it was all talk for the cameras. Someone like that wouldn’t be single, you tell yourself. And they wouldn’t be enamoured with a chicken restaurant waitress.

And it’s one of those nights where you parents let you leave early and as you close the door to the shop. You’re grateful for it, really. Weekends were always the busiest and your joints are aching. As you step outside, you tired eyes focus on the picture in front of you as the door shuts behind you; Jinyoung leaning against his car in an expensive jacket, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

“Jinyoung-ah.” You say, tiredly, catching his attention. He looks up and meets your eyes and a face splitting grin covers it. Your heart twists uncomfortably at that. “What are you doing here? Are you getting food?” You say. Jinyoung shrugs and steps forward, sliding off his jacket and walking behind you to drape it over your shoulders.

“I was actually going to pick up some food, but I heard your parents telling you to go early so I was thinking I could drop you home.” He’s being nice. That was Jinyoung, he was kind-hearted to those who deserved it. Did you really deserve it? Of course not. You slip your arms into the jacket and you find yourself suddenly feeling shy. Is this what it’s like to wear your boyfriends’ clothes? You can smell his aftershave and shower gel and your stomach tingles.

“Jinyoung, you don’t have to keep doing this.” You say, but Jinyoung is already grabbing your arm and moving you closer to the sleek looking car. He doesn’t even look fazed at your reservations, at this point, it’s like Jinyoung is immune to it. “I can walk you know. Or even take the bus.”

“It’s late, y/n. And it’s freezing. You’re only wearing your work polo. What kind of person would I be if I let you just walk home like this, huh? I’d be a bastard.” Jinyoung counters back, he’s opening the door and you can feel the warmth from where your standing from the leather seats. “You know I don’t mind.” He squeezes your shoulders. Of course, Jinyoung doesn’t mind dropping you home. That’s just Jinyoung. You sigh, climbing into the car. Jinyoung shuts the door promptly and hops into the other side, shutting the door.

“I always feel bad when you drop me.” You say, clicking your seatbelt in. “I do have two legs.”

           “And I have a car.” Jinyoung counters back, teasingly. “Why take a bus when I can drop you. Chauffeur service.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. Has Jinyoung always been this dorky and lame? Why was it so cute?

You fiddle with your fingers quietly staring out of the window as he starts the car. What’s with you tonight with all these feelings? Is it because you know you can’t be friends with someone who you have feelings for – especially, someone you know who would never like you back. Jinyoung doesn’t deserve that and more importantly you don’t deserve that. The city blurs into one picture as you stare out of the window.

“You’re quiet tonight, y/n.” Jinyoung comments and you turn to face him. In the darkness of the car, you can make out his side profile – it’s frightening how quickly you’ve fallen for him. You give a half-hearted smile as you turn back to the window, watching how Jinyoung races through the streets. “You okay?” No, you want to say. You’re not because him. It’s not his thought, you think again. It’s your fault. You shouldn’t of caught feelings.

“I’m just tired.” You lie, turning your head back to the road. The car hums quietly underneath you both. You’re so full of life, why couldn’t you speak properly? Why is everything you’re thinking about saying get stuck in your throat? “You know how it is on the weekends.”

“Well, school starts for you soon again, right?” Jinyoung hums. “Less shifts and more time sleeping.” You can hear the grin in his voice. Your lips pull up into a small smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You pull up to a red light. In the corner of your eye, Jinyoung glances at you before looking ahead. He doesn’t say anything for a minute before reaching for his phone and opens it up. You can see how his hand shakes slightly.

“Can I show you something?” Jinyoung asks.  “A song I’ve been working on actually. I just – it’s nothing much but I just thought I’d show you first.” You nod and he plugs in the aux cord. You watch how he taps furiously on his phone before pressing something and the car fills with soft, melodic piano intro fills the car before the hook sinks in and you hear Jinyoungs classic voice. It’s nothing more than vague lyrics about liking someone who’ll never like you back. About wasting your time, your precious time, over someone who’ll never waste their time for you.

You swallow hard because it’s a hard pill to swallow. Unrequited love. Unrequited like. Unrequited everything. You don’t even realise you’ve pulled up outside your apartment complex until Jinyoung touches your arm and you flinch like he’s burnt your skin.

“Sorry,” Jinyoung says with a small laugh. “Did you, uh, like the song, y/n?” You loved the song. You just hated how it made you feel. You hate this swirling pit of anxiety that consumes you when you think about Jinyoung.

“It was really good.” You say. Jinyoung switches on the light in the car. “I just -,” You shake your head, trying find the words to say. You’re touched, firstly, that he’d even consider someone who should listen to his unreleased music.

“– you’re crying, y/n.” Jinyoung says, blinking at you with wide eyes. “Y/n. . .”  His hand reaches out to touch your face but you turn your head quickly, wiping your face to see teardrops on your fingertips. God, no. Not here. You shake your head with an embarrassed laugh. You go to open the handle but Jinyoung catches your arm.

“Y/n, talk to me.” Jinyoung says. “Why – why are you crying?” You’re overwhelmed with emotions. Why are you crying? You’ve known Jinyoung for the last few weeks, you started falling from the go and now –

“I’m sorry.” You quickly say, slipping off Jinyoungs jacket off your body. You need to get home, to be alone and be sad in private. “I just – I’m being stupid and everything.” You lie and Jinyoung stares at you, unbelieving. “It was just a stressful day and -,” More tears leave your eyes. God, you can’t believe you’re crying in front of Jinyoung like this. You let out a loud sob, shaking your head as your cover your face. “I’m really sorry, Jinyoung. You just wanted to drop me home, you don’t need any of my problems and –,”

“ – I like you.” Jinyoung says, interrupting you. “I . . . I like you, y/n. Is that okay? I want to know about your problems, that be okay.” The car goes silent and you let out a sniff, looking up to see Jinyoung looking straight ahead. “I’m not good at this sort of thing, you know? I’m too blunt. I wanted – the song is about you. I wanted write about how I felt about you and I wanted to let you know that I like you.” This . . . you can’t believe this. Because Jinyoung could be with anyone, have any girl – why would he want you. You’re . . . you. “I don’t want to see you cry, y/n. It makes me wanna cry.” Jinyoung rubs his hands over the steering wheel with a nervous laugh and glances at you for a spilt second before looking back at the steering wheel.

Does. . .  does Yoon Jinyoung really have feelings for you? The guy sitting beside you, the famous rapper, really like you? The guy that plays silly songs on the aux when he drops you home, the guy that tips you when he really doesn’t, the guy that has a smile that lights up the entire room?

“Oh.” You say, stupidly. It feels like a puzzle when you think about. Jinyoung wasn’t just being nice . . . he was doing it because he wanted to get to know you more. And you were to oblivious to this. “I . . . I didn’t realise you had feelings for me.”

“I thought it was a little obvious.” Jinyoung says, laughing a little. “I guess maybe it wasn’t.” You’re both silent again. It’s awkward suddenly. Why is it so awkward? “I understand if you don’t feel the same, y/n. And if you don’t want to be friends -,”

“ – what?” You say, head turning quickly. “Why wouldn’t I want to be friends with you, Jinyoung?” You wipe the tears off your face properly. “What if . . . what if I liked you back?”

“Then . . .” Jinyoung taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Then I’d take you out.” He says finally. “Somewhere nice.”

“Somewhere nice.” You echo, biting your lip. “That sounds nice, actually. I’d really like that, Jinyoung.”

[the-one-eighteen]

Prompt: On his birthday, Eddie wakes up to smell food cooking. Christopher asked Buck to come over an help him make breakfast for Eddie and he goes out to see Buck and Chris standing at the stove, laughing and he feels so happy and realizes he's in love.

I am. So sorry for the delay on this! Life…happened. As I’m sure it’s happening for everyone right now. But! I hope this is okay! Thank you so much for sending this in, I had a lot of fun with it!

(read on ao3)

Eddie doesn’t know what woke him up.

There’s nothing immediately there to clue him in either, and if it weren’t for the suddenness with which he’d snapped his bleary eyes open, he’d be willing to put it off as just. The natural process of the morning.

He frowns at the wall slightly, listening carefully into the silent house for any kind of clue.

No, wait, not silent.

He hears the clang of cutlery hitting a pan, then a quick ‘shh shh’ that he could pick out of a crowd because Chris was still working on fine tuning his subtlety, followed by a deeper rumble of a muffled laugh that he could also pick out of a damn crowd, because Buck had never tried for subtlety in his life.

So, just Buck and Chris in the kitchen. Nothing urgent then.

Eddie can feel his body sliding back into sleepy looseness, his eyes already drooping closed again - it’s his day off and his kid is cared for, he wants to sleep in dammit - when a couple things click into place.

Well, less things more questions.

Like, one - and this one was really the biggest - what the hell was Buck doing here?

And two - the one that was actually the biggest and one he was resolutely ignoring - why was his immediate reaction to Buck being here all clear?

(And three - wow was he really trying to convince himself he didn’t know the answer to two? His denial ran deeper than he’d thought.)

(Except it really, really didn’t, because Eddie knew his crush on his best friend was pathetic on the best of days, and all-consuming on the worst. God, that one moment of peace - of feeling like everything was right with the world and everyone was where they should be (where he wanted them to be) was going to haunt his best dreams for the next few months, and he couldn’t even work up the energy to pretend to be mad about it.)

Eddie groaned, burying his face in his pillow for a long moment. It was his day off. He didn’t need something this confusing (this perfect) so early.

There’s another clang and another muffled laugh - including one from Chris this time, which, no matter the situation, would always make Eddie grin - and Eddie decides to face the inevitable. He takes long enough to grab a shirt, hauling it over his head and following it with a weak attempt at taming what he was sure was some pretty spectacular bedhead before slipping quietly out of his room.

There’s a pretty good chance Buck and Chris wouldn’t have noticed if he’d bolted out there yelling.

Without the door to muffle it, he can now hear the two of them giggling and whisper-shouting to each other almost constantly, and when Eddie peaks around the corner into the kitchen, he finds Buck bent over the stove, Chris sitting on the counter next to him, both of them intent on whatever it is Buck is doing.

Eddie leans in the doorway for a long moment, no longer feeling the sense of need to know that had driven him from bed. Chris is still in his pjs, his hair an impressive nest of curls, and the smile on his face could light up Eddie’s whole damn world. There’s also an impressive spot of...flour? On the tip of his nose and smeared across his cheek.

He can only see Buck’s back, but Chris’ smile somehow gets bigger and brighter each time Buck looks over at him. From his vantage point, Eddie also sees Buck flip out a pancake onto a slowly growing stack on the other side of the stove that he hadn’t noticed at first.

“We’re just about done, buddy. You wanna go get your dad? And remember,” Buck turns enough to face Chris, pressing his finger to his lips and giving Eddie a good look at his profile and the truly impressive smear of flour across his eyebrow that looks suspiciously like a handprint, “This is a surprise right? So, ‘happy birthday,’ loud as you can, then get his grumpy butt out here, right?”

‘Happy birthday’?

...Oh. Eddie had completely forgotten about that. But from the look of giddy determination on Chris’ face, he hadn’t. And he’d probably been the one to plan this whole thing - whatever this whole thing was.

And from the sounds of things, Buck was, if not an accomplice, then a completely willing participant.

It was the ass-crack of dawn, on his and Buck’s one day off that week. And here he was in Eddie’s kitchen, with Eddie’s kid, looking as giddy as could be about making Eddie a birthday breakfast, when Eddie hadn’t even remembered what day it was, let alone made any kind of big deal about it in the last week.

Eddie didn’t really know what to do with the butterflies currently lighting up his chest.

Buck nods seriously before breaking out in a grin to rival Chris’ before reaching over to help him down from the counter. “Go get ‘im, tiger.”

Which is about the time both of them notice Eddie leaning in the doorway.

The synchronized freeze and matching wide eyes was something Eddie would’ve given almost anything for a picture of.

And, now that he could actually look at both of them, it looked like their faces weren’t the only casualties of what had to have been an epic flour battle. He’s more impressed there’s none on the counter or floor, really.

“Good morning.” Eddie says, unable to resist.

Chris just about whirls around on Buck, Buck’s hand on his shoulder keeping him steady, one hand pointed up at him, accusatory and matter of fact, “I told you it was too loud.”

And Buck takes a moment, blinking between Eddie, then down at Chris, then back at Eddie before just shaking his head with a laugh, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you were right. I still don’t see why the plan won’t work. He’s just already dragged his grumpy butt out here.”

Chris ponders that for a moment before turning back to Eddie. A decision seems to be made a moment later, as he hurries over to Eddie in what could by all accounts be called a tackle-hug, yelling, “Happy birthday!”

And Eddie just melts, leaning down enough to scoop a now laughing Chris up and swinging him around with a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, mijo,” he gets out through multiple more kisses that make Chris giggle and squirm in his arms.

Eddie feels like he’s damn near glowing by the time he looks over at Buck, who’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed loosely over his chest, just watching the two of them with this...this look that sparks the butterflies still taking up space where Eddie’s lungs are supposed to be. His smile is so damn soft, it’s mostly crinkling around his eyes, and he’s just...watching the two of them like he’s got nothing better to do at six in the morning on a Saturday. Like there’s nothing he wants to do, other than be right there.

“If it’s any consolation, this is still a pretty big surprise.” Eddie offers after a moment - throwing it into that awkward quiet between his laughter and Buck’s quiet smile that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“I asked Buck to help because Abuela said you’d probably forget again,” Chris pipes up, either oblivious to the way Eddie’s voice doesn’t fit in the suddenly full space between him and Buck, or all too aware and breaking it like the wonderful whirlwind he is.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Eddie asks, looking back to his son and feeling himself smile without much control from him. “Well...yeah, she was right.”

“Like she normally is.” Chris adds, the ever loyal grandson.

“Like she normally is,” Eddie agrees with a laugh as he presses another kiss into Chris’ curls. “Well, since it is my birthday, I’m voting breakfast and cartoons. Wanna go find some good ones for us?” The question’s barely out of his mouth before Chris is nodding eagerly, and Eddie can’t say no to that, so he sets him down and off Chris goes.

Eddie watches him go for a moment before looking back at Buck and...no, the smile’s still there, and Eddie can feel his heart skip. The butterflies are gone, leaving him instead with this want tugging somewhere just behind his heart. He’s pretty sure he couldn’t stop his feet if he wanted to, let’s the pull bring him up in front of Buck - watches Buck’s smile finally move, as his nose scrunches up and his head tilts to the side.

“You okay there Diaz?” Buck asks, and it could be teasing. Could be questioning, or curious, or insistent. But instead, it’s gentle. Coaxing Eddie back into his head, and encouraging the tugging at his core to ease up.

Eddie can’t really say what’s on his mind - he doesn’t have the words for the gulf he just stepped across in both the kitchen and in his own head.

‘Crush’ didn’t begin to cover what Eddie had for Buck. Couldn’t cover the sheer simplicity of it.

But Eddie...god, Eddie didn’t know if he could admit what he was slowly yet impossibly quickly realizing. So, instead? He reaches up a hand to brush away some of the flour still sticking to Buck’s temple.

And Buck pauses then, tilting his head into the touch without much thought it seems.

And there’s that small smile again - the one that crinkles his eyes and leaves an imprint in light and little else. “C’mon, birthday boy. Earth-shattering revelations are for after breakfast.” Eddie’s pretty sure Buck’s moving to get them to the living room, but he just can’t not, not after that confirmation - so he ducks in, stealing one sweet, butterfly laden kiss before pulling back again.

This time, Buck’s smile is in more than just his eyes.

It’s in his next kiss, too.

[japanimee]

home (sero hanta x reader)

summary/background after your boyfriend, sero, breaks up with you, you go home to visit your family. meanwhile, sero realizes that the reason he broke up with you was dumb. you were home, but sero discovers that his home was with you. (pt. 2!)

warning(s) angst, profanity

gif credit belongs to @foolishchesspawn​

sero had never felt so... wrong.

it was strange to wake up in an empty bed, and know that it would remain that way. some mornings you’d come straight from your apartment and fall into the covers with him, giggling and loving on him until noon. the notion alone made him feel colder than ever. whether than cold was physical or simply coursing through his nerves, he couldn’t tell.

he was scrolling through his instagram feed, wrapped up in blankets. it was one of those days where he couldn’t get himself out of bed. on these mornings, you’d always barge in and drag him out while giggling. and he’d start laughing, too. but he had ruined that.

with these thoughts in mind, he looked for your profile. seeing you had one new post, his thumb hovered over the profile. he knew if one of his friends had been there, they would’ve told him not to do it. though he was the one being stupid, they don’t need him any more hurt than he already is.

he looked over your profile picture, seeing a picture of you smiling instead of the picture of you on his back. with a sigh, he clicked onto your profile.

almost everything was the same as it was a week ago. his name was taken out of your bio, his face was taken out of your profile picture, and any photos of the two of you together was either deleted or archived. he didn’t know which he would’ve preferred. he wondered if you or mina had been the one to take them down in the first place.

he clicked onto your newest post. it was a picture of you with a goofy smile that made him smile despite himself. you were laying somewhere, one of your siblings making a face at the flash of your camera. a different sibling was a simple blur in the background, obviously laughing.

lovinyn family therapy <3

though the picture was only posted an hour ago, it had over six hundred likes and many comments already.

queenoaliens my favs!! tell my real parents i love them

bakusplosion say bye before you leave next time..

sharkiri take your time at home! we’ll be here when you get back <3

pikadenki bring home some brownies o.o

allmightfan1 tell your siblings to be careful!! looks like s/n’s falling...

ribbitkawaii @//pikadenki i second the brownies motion...

jiradio missin u

snrox getting rid of toxic vibes check

after reading that last comment, he quickly shut off his phone, sighing heavily with a frustrated groan. he buried his head back into his pillow. his heart ached uncontrollably, and the ache spread through his chest, into his neck, and tickled his brain. god, he was an idiot.

“i think we need to break up,” he said, so softly that he prayed you hadn’t heard it. prayed he could take it back before you even knew. he felt his own heart stop.

“what?” you breathed, breaking away from the arm over your shoulder, your eyes catching his in an instant. he turned his gaze away. “hanta, what?”

he took a breath, remembering the words he had practiced in the mirror days before. “i don’t love you anymore.” and he looked up to meet your eyes.

he watched your heart break. “wh-what?” your voice was hushed now, choked. you scooted farther away from him, and he felt unbearably cold. cold and wrong. “y-you don’t... anymore?” you brought your shaking hands up to your face, holding them over your eyes for a moment as you tried to compose yourself.

he wanted so desperately to take it back, to stop the cold and wrongness from coursing through his veins. he reached a hand out, but you stood in that instant. tears streamed down your face as you made for the door.

“mina will be here to get my stuff tomorrow.”

your voice was cold now, trying to brush him off.

“y/n-”

“what,” you demanded, whipping around to him. but as he looked into your watery eyes, your upset expression, he couldn’t find words. you just sighed, grabbing your jacket from the coat rack and leaving before he could blink again.

he looked at his reflection in the black screen of his phone, seeing nothing but tired eyes and a deep frown. he closed his eyes and sighed, slipping his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants before shaking his covers off and getting out of bed.

when he entered his bathroom, looking into the mirror was a chore. all he saw in his reflection was a broken half; half of a whole he had broken.

“you’re a fucking idiot,” was the first thing bakugou said when sero finally picked up his phone. before he could retort, he threw out again, “what the hell were you thinking? oh hey, life’s good, time to throw out the best fucking part of it?! where do you get off?!”

sero hung up before anything else could be said, dropping his head in his hands. his phone dinged with another notification and he took a deep breath before picking the device back up. he had ignored so many texts that morning.

bakugou pick up your goddamn phone.

eijiro call me when you can eijiro what happened man?

ashido did something happen with you and y/n ? ashido she’s at my apartment balling !

denki are you okay?

ashido you’re an asshole.

eijiro im coming over.

and most recently:

yn <3 mina will be over around three.

he dropped his phone onto the floor. he didn’t look at it again until the next day. 

after he finally showered, he sat down for breakfast in a kitchen that felt too empty. if you weren’t falling into bed with him in the mornings, you were dragging him out to a breakfast you had perfectly prepared for him. he’d always shower you in kisses before he ate, and you’d giggle the entire time. his heart ached at the memory.

to distract himself, he got his phone back out, opening up instagram again. he scrolled through some of his friends’ pictures until he found that your sibling had posted something, halting his actions. he had forgotten that he was following them.

there were three pictures: one of you leaning against their shoulder, the light of your phone illuminating your upset features, another of you with uno cards in your hand, but staring at the wall instead of the game or your other participating family, and the final of your mother frowning and holding you in her arms, her eyes shut as your expression was tired and upset.

snrox @ the asshole that broke my sister’s heart, fuck you

queenoaliens who taught you cuss words???

snrox ... @//bakusplosion

bakusplosion @//snrox not cool.

despite the cruel, heartbreaking post, he missed your family. he remembered the first time he met them; your siblings stuck to him like glue, asking him questions left and right as you laughed and batted them away. your parents were patient and kind with him, though your father made a few jabs at him. he was even missing those little threats and promises.

he wished he had never done it. but he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. like he’d never be. if you were there, hearing these thoughts, you’d kiss him into next week. you’d shower him with your love and affection until he was smiling again with you in his arms. but after you’d leave, he’d just feel like he’d further proven his point.

so he knew to get rid of this feeling, he had to get rid of you. and it would hurt like hell, but he knew some guy out there was perfect for you, enough for you. and he was waiting for you. and who was some boring guy like him to be standing in the way?

but he missed your smile. he missed how warm you always were, even when you said you were cold. he missed teasing you about “making up excuses to cuddle”. he missed the way you’d light up a room. he missed how every insecurity he had would disappear with you, because you made him feel perfect.

“im gonna kick his ass into next week,” mina grumbled as she watched you frown at yourself in the bathroom mirror. you let out a short laugh and bowed your head. “fuck that, next month.”

“mina, don’t,” you said, sliding your hand against the counter as you turned to look at her.

she sighed as you looked back at your reflection, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i hate seeing you look into the mirror like that.”

your head turned back to her. “like what?”

“like there’s something wrong with what you’re seeing,” she said gently, stepping closer to you. you sniffed, your frown deepening. she quickly wrapped her arms around you.

“but there has to be,” you choked, squeezing your eyes shut as hot tears fell.

“no, no,” she soothed, pressing her face into your hair as you hiccuped into her shoulder. “there’s nothing wrong with you. sero is such an idiot. you’re absolutely perfect.”

“then why doesn’t he want me?” you whispered, so softly it was almost muffled by her shoulder.

she placed her chin atop your head, looking at her own murderous expression in the mirror. she didn’t answer.

you laughed as your older sibling dragged you onto the roof of your house. when you were younger, it was where you’d take each other when things got hard and all you needed were the stars and the rolling sight of your hometown.

“oh! i forgot something!” they hummed. “i’ll be right back!”

they slipped back into the cracked window. you shoved your hands in your pockets, looking out on the familiar town. it had been so long since you’d been home. the last time you were here was with him...

you shook the thought out easily. you ignored the buzzing of your phone as you looked up to the stars in the sky. the overwhelming sight made your head spin, and you giggled at yourself as you carefully sat and laid down. the buzzing stopped after you pieced together three familiar constellations.

it started again, but you ignored it again. you just wanted to feel the breeze of home air, to let yourself get lost like you used to. and it was so easy to get lost in the simple place that was home. all you had dreamed of back then was leaving that town, getting into the world. now all you wanted to do was lay there forever. well, maybe with mina by your side. the buzzing stopped.

you closed your eyes, letting your nose flood with the scents of your mom’s homemade dinner leaking through the open kitchen window. as that breeze whipped through again, your mind finally cleared. your heart felt a little lighter.

then the buzzing started again. with a jolt, you sat up. you slipped your phone out of your back pocket, and almost froze.

sero hanta </3 is calling... 

accept/deny

your heart raced in your chest. you glanced down briefly to see if your sibling was heading back up. you couldn’t tell. you gulped.

accept.

“hello..?” you said carefully, hoping he had misdialed, hoping he would hang up at the sound of your voice. hoping he wasn’t calling to break your heart any more after you went to the only place that could piece it back together.

“i made a mistake.”

[devil-may-imagine147-blog]

I love you work!!!! Please you can write a fic about a jealous Vergil?? Possessive with your S / o

You were out with your friends since it was one of their birthdays. The group decided to go out to eat and for drinks which was a casual way to celebrate. Nothing bad happened but you were out later than usual. Vergil was at home sitting in a chair with his legs crossed while the Yamato leaned against the chair. Thoughts were racing through his head wondering where you were and who you were out with. Dante usually told him he was over reacting most the time and needed to stop stressing so much. Your hand gently turned the knob which made his eyes tart to the door, holding his breath and almost jumping out of his seat. You walked into the house and shut the door behind you, seeing the dim light of a lamp still on as you walked into the living room. 

“Hey! I thought you would’ve went to bed already?”

You asked and he started at you and uncrossed his legs. No emotions in his eyes as he grabbed the Yamato starting to flip it around a bit.

“Who were you out with?”

Not even a hello. Vergil stood up and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you. Kissing your jaw and up to your lips but pulling away a few seconds later with a scoff.

“You’ve been drinking. Who were you with?”

His voice was more gruff and stern. It was sharp and stuck onto you a bit concerned. Vergil got this way sometimes with Dante but you tossed it aside since you thought it was always just about competition between them. 

“I was out with my friends, it was (Insert guy friends name I guess)’s birthday so we decided to do a small gathering.”

Tilting your chin up lightly, he looked into your eyes and glared lightly. His eyes felt as if they were stabbing your core. 

“Is that who’s marked on the calendar with hearts and stars all around it, my love?”

The words were taunting but the voice and tone were soft and gentle. Grip on your chin tightened for a second then loosened. Not sure how to answer since you thought that was normal for marking a celebration. Making it noticeable to the glancing eye so you wouldn’t forget but Vergil might have thought it was something else. 

“Yes. I-I thought it would catch my attention so I wouldn’t forget…”

Trying to explain as he let you go and rolled his eyes, looking away for a moment then clicking his tongue. 

“I don’t think I want you around him anymore. He looks at you…unkindly. His eyes are basically undressing you.”

His words were venom and you put your hand on your hip knowing he was just having another one of his moments but it still was getting a bit out of hand. At least he wasn’t threatening anybody or trying to keep you in the house forever.

“What do you mean!? I’ve known him for years! He’s just a friend! There is nothing between me and him. Vergil, you’re being unreasonable. Next time I’ll call if I’m out late…”

Trying to explain but he wasn’t listening through that thick skull of his since he just waltzed over to the chair and sat down again. A smile on his face as he patted on his lap for you to come sit with him, which you did wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“No, I know you won’t do that again. It should be obvious to you now that I don’t like him. Plus, why should I trust the alcohol on your lips huh?”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

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Author’s Note: THIS IS MY WORST PIECE IM SO SORRY I TRIED 

[astralaffairs]

all that glitters ∙ overture | angelica schuyler

you didn't expect that going to college, taking classes there, would mean meeting a siren -- let alone one disguised as anything but. yet, when you did, even after you realized, you were more than prepared to throw yourself overboard into raging waters at her song

word count: 1800

warnings: nada in the overture; also this is NOT a siren au it's j a metaphor; second hand embarrassment

a/n: hope y'all like this, im kinda trying smth different atm 👀

{✨}

THUS FAR, YOU had had exactly four interactions with Angelica Schuyler. Half of them were questionable to even have been counted as such.

First off, let's jump right into the list. You bumped into her getting off the shuttle to the east side of campus. Quite literally. Classes didn't start for a week, you were just moving into your dorm, you didn't know anyone, and the last thing you needed was to be on bad terms with someone before you knew them. You looked up to see the person who your shoulder had just hit, and you froze. That was the day she first caught your attention. Dark, curly hair, a strong, sharp jaw, dimples so deep they adorned her cheeks despite her frown, and high cheekbones. You were slightly mesmerized, if only for a moment, before she cleared her throat, walking past you onto the bus. You mumbled a "sorry" as she passed, she said nothing, and that was that. Luckily for you, campus was big, and you were small, so the odds of having to worry about her were slim.

Less than a week later, your phone buzzed as you were tacking up a tapestry to the wall of your dorm. Not bothering to pause your shuffled combination of soft indie pop, hard rap, and show tunes, you turned on your screen and tapped on your first notification.

Angelica Schuyler (@angelischuy) has requested to follow you.

You frowned. You didn't recognize the name, so you clicked over to her profile, and the first thing to catch your eye was not her profile picture or any pictures succeeding it, but her bio, reading 'Columbia '21'. With the understanding that this was apparently someone who went to school with you as of now, you clicked to her recent, trying to see if you knew the girl.

You inhaled sharply.

The warm brown eyes and soft contour of her cheeks had you recognizing her instantly, despite the fact that you had seen her face only for a split second before. You put your phone down with hands that shook little enough for you to ignore it, and you went back to your task. After that, though, you couldn't ignore the nagging question at the back of your mind: Did she only follow you simply because of your school, or, by some divine intervention, was this girl following you because she happened to recognize you, too?

So that brings us to the first two interactions, in which no words were even exchanged. The third, though, was of a nature ever-so-slightly different. A week and a day after that first interaction marked the first day of classes, and Angelica was in your international human rights law seminar.

It, unfortunately, turned out to be your 8 AM, but as a particular semi-familiar face slid into the seat next to you at the back of the room, bright-eyed and smelling like coffee, you found yourself less able to complain about being there when you were. All she offered you at the beginning of the class was a tight-lipped smile and a nod (you had yet to understand how rare her smiles were, forced or otherwise), and you proceeded like that for the next three classes. The interaction came at the end of the third class when the professor dismissed you all, and she turned to you with a small frown.

"Hey, Y/N, do you know what Professor Von Steuben was saying about the video he had linked on legal qualifications of genocide?" Her dark brow was tightly knit, and you again found yourself frozen. She knew your name. "Like, I get that's what we have to watch to prepare for next class and all, but how did he say we were supposed to access it?"

"Oh! Uh, I don't know." Why did you say that? You did know; you could've just told her. You blinked stupidly. "Sorry."

She just dismissed it with a frown and a hum of acknowledgment as she slid her books back into her back and stood up to leave. You were internally screaming, your gaze fixed on your desk, waiting until she was out of the room to move.

And finally, four.

Four weeks in, as a matter of fact. Four was arguably the worst one; the greater the attempt at interaction the more it seemed to screw you over. Four was the one that left you anxious and overanalyzing, left you considering direct messaging her to apologize for how damn awkward you were.

The day proceeded the same as any other. You showed up half asleep, Angelica found the seat next to yours minutes before the lecture began, and that was that. You took notes on your laptop; she scrawled them in messy script across the pages of her notebook. Ten minutes left, and you were set up to leave class unscathed. Seven minutes had you drumming your fingers on the trackpad of your laptop. Five had you bouncing your knee restlessly, but it was four that really body checked you directly into the brick wall on thr side of a dank alleyway. Four minutes left; four minutes to ruin your self-confidence.

"Now, I have a handout for you," your professor said as she walked across the front of the lecture hall. "An exercise in thought. Due to the nature of this, I want all work, opinions, ideas, etcetera written on the physical paper for this assignment. No laptops will be permitted."

You did your best not to contribute to the collective groan that rippled through the room as you closed your laptop, following suit of many of your classmates.

"Don't sound so excited," Mrs. Knox commented dryly. "I am not going to have you spend the next--" She lifted her wrist, briefly eyeing her watch. "--four minutes completing this, but it will be your only homework between now and the next time we meet."

And then, a quiet murmur of conversation picked back up throughout the lecture hall, people passing papers back, talking about them, packing up to finally get out of there. You let out a short huff at the instructions as the papers reached the far end of your row, making it closer to you. You'd always had a tendency to lose any paper that came into your possession, so you weren't sure this would be a fun time. You pulled your bag into your lap and began stuffing everything but one folder in -- just so you wouldn't lose this this time.

When everything was in, you glanced up to check on the status of the handout, just to see that the pile had reached the row behind you, seemingly having passed right over you, and you glanced at Angelica to your right. She had the back of a pen between her teeth, her expression as nonchalany as ever as she leafed through the stapled papers.

You almost groaned; the packet seemed to have passed you -- but that was when you noticed an extra copy sitting on the desk in front of you, just offset from Angelica's notebook. Had she grabbed one of them for you?

A soft, slightly lopsided smile came to your lips, and you turned to her with slight hesitation.

"Hey, uh, can I get one of those?" you asked, motioning to the papers in front of her with as nonchalantly friendly of an expression as you could pull (you were sure it came off as stiffly as you felt, though).

She stared at you for a moment, blinked, the pen still between her teeth. "No."

FUCK, holy SHIT, what did I do this time, am I really this fucking stupid, oh my GOD, Y/N, what the FUCK are you thinking, oh my god, dumb bitch you really did it this time--

Wait. Somehow, somewhere, in the midst of your panic, you'd managed to take a social cue from that. She was being sarcastic. God, she was actually making something of a joke with you. It was written more clearly than your dumb ass could see, in her smiling eyes and raised brow and at the amused ghost of a grin playing at the very corners of her lips. Maybe you weren't hopeless after all.

OH but GOD, how do I RESPOND to this?? With more sarcasm? What the fuck, I shouldn't have tried to interact. I should've just taken a 0 on the assignment. It's not fine, FUCK--

As her eyebrows rose slightly more, almost as a challenge, you realized you'd been staring at her for a moment too long.

"Thanks, really appreciate it," you replied, trying to match her sarcasm -- but coming off way more dry and annoyed and cold than intended. Fuck, why did pretty girls have to have this effect on you?

She looked at you for a moment longer, before averting her attention back to the paper in her hand. But she did so passing you the extra paper in the process.

You took it wordlessly from her outstretched hand, glancing at her expression warily. She didn't seem to care what was happening with you any longer -- she'd made whatever assessment she was going to make, and you just wanted to get the hell out of there. You tucked the paper into your (only) folder before tossing your backpack onto your shoulder and turning to leave.

You could only think of one thing on the way out though, and it wasn't your plans for the rest of the day, and it wasn't how interesting the lecture had been, and it wasn't the weather, or the question of where your friends were, or what was being served for lunch in the closest dining hall.

I think you can guess what it was.

Because, FUCK, you couldn't believe how oblivious you were sometimes. Had you come off as a total bitch? Was that just how she reacted to people? Had your response to sarcasm not seemed like a joke? Was she going to hate you for the rest of her life now?

Only a small corner of your reasonable mind was there to stop you from DMing her in an anxious panic to explain that you really weren't a mean person.

You didn't stop thinking about it for the rest of your night.

So there they were. The four horsemen of your particular apocalypse, the dramatic build-up to an arguably more dramatic disappointment.

They didn't sound quite as bad as they felt.

But regardless, these were the facts of the case, and this was the only existing premise for the events that were then set to transpire, that were perhaps already even put into motion by some higher power behind the scenes.

You didn't know it yet, but those four events would spiral into something much bigger for you. Don't put them out of your mind yet, because sooner than you realize, you won't be able to.

[killingmebtob]

It’s You All Along // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: It’s You All Along

Character: Hyunsik and Reader

Summary: Don’t go searching high and low, for the person you’ve been looking for could be just right next to you.

Author’s Note: Eeps another Hyunsik fluff done! 

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Your name: submit What is this?

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I scrolled through my phone, trying to find a companion for the trip I decided to go for. As I hit the bottom for composing, Eden, my fellow composer friend, suggested to take a break somewhere far. Giving it a serious thought, I agreed. Finally a name appeared in my screen, which made me smile at the idea. I dialed the number and the line came alive after a few rings.

“Hello, Y/N speaking.” She said with a serious, business tone. I let out a laugh, not used to this side of her.

“Hello, Hyunsik speaking.” I replied, teasing her.

A moment of silent sat in, I could picture her taking the phone away from her ear to look at the caller ID. I heard her scoff after a while, “what do you want, Kermit?”

I winced at the nickname she gave me, for my love for the Kermit frog. I rolled my eyes before sitting up from my bed. “Are you free next week?”

“What? You’re treating me to dinner because I’m an awesome best friend?”

“I’m treating you to something better than dinner.”

~~

“You’re lucky the project we were working on finished and my boss was willing to let me off for a week.” She commented as we queued to board the plane.

After much researches, Australia was decided to be my final destination. I heard the beach there is extraordinary, and it’s summer now among the other winter. I could use some heat in this freezing world of Seoul.

“Guess it’s fate,” I replied playfully, throwing a teasing wink at her, earning an eye roll from her.

We’ve knew each other for years now, since secondary school. She was always the smarter one and I stuck around initially to dig notes from her. But as time went by, we started to enjoy each other’s company and here we are, today.

The ten over hours flight went by really slow. My butt hurt from the long hours, and my arm was numb thanks to Y/N falling asleep on my shoulder. I wanted to teasingly push her away but the sight of her peacefully asleep stopped me. We never talked about romantic emotions between us, though many mutual friends assumed so. We are too close like family to take a step ahead. We know each other too well to be on a higher status than friends.

“So, you’ve not exactly explain why am I here with you on this trip?” She questioned when we settled down in our hotel suite. This hotel had really good reviews, from the scenery available outside the window to the service provided. And since it has been years since the both of us travelled together, I went for the best among the best.

“I needed inspiration for my music, Quoted by Eden, basically I need a break.”

“He’s right, you do.” She hummed while strolling back to her room, leaving me in the living room between our bedrooms.

We took naps after the long, torturous flight to power charge ourselves. As we arrived in the late afternoon, we woke up in time for dinner. Remembering that there was a restaurant just downstairs the hotel, I suggested it and she was fine with the plan.

The night ended with nothing special, we finished dinner, took a stroll outside to feel in the night breeze. We decided to head back after a while, feeling exhausted despite the nap we had.

The trip went on really well, we went hiking, strolling into the forests, surfing. Damn I didn’t know she had such a figure until she showed up in her bikini at the beach.

“Done eye-molesting me?” She teased after catching me staring.

~~

We relaxed on the beach, admiring the beautiful painting the sunset left us with. I heard her sigh at it, as I grinned, agreeing with her silently.

“So, are your inspirations back?” She turned around to ask, as I was leaning backwards slightly with my hands at the back, supporting my weight, while she was hugging her knees, resting her chin on them.

“I guess so,” I did an one-shoulder shrug. “I do have some ideas now.” My eyes darted back to the orange sky. She turned back to continue admiring, silence sat among us.

“Hyunsik,” she called out. I arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Nevermind.”

I let out a laugh, leaning forward to sit up. “What is it?”

She shook her head while waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing, I just hate the thought of returning back to reality.” It was our last day of the vacation, and she had to resume work once she touched down back to Seoul.

“Speaking of that, no advancement from the guy who was courting you?” I nudged her with my elbow, earning a scoff from her. “Don’t remind me about that.”

“What happened?”

“Dude tried to surprise me with roses but didn’t know I’m allergic to them.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach, laughing so hard it hurts. Y/N had always been allergic to flowers, making it difficult for guys, for they can no longer just simply get a bunch of flowers to cheer her up. She would sneeze so hard her nose turned red.

“Stop laughing, I had to be excused from work because I couldn’t stop sneezing.” She slapped my hand, as I forced myself to stop.

“He should’ve come to me for some advice,” I added, earning a death glare from her.

“Don’t you dare,” she gritted her teeth. I rose two hands to surrender, “ok I get it.”

“I don’t get why is he so persistent, even after I told him I have someone in mind.” She let out a heavy sigh as she stared into the sky that was gradually turning in the the color black.

“You do?” I questioned, surprised at the new piece of information. Like I said, we had never talked romance, not even about our own. Just that once she was annoyed at her suitor she rang me up to rant.

“Just a dumb crush, I’ll get over.” She added.

And why did my heart squeezed at the thought of her being with someone else? It has been quite some time she broke up with her ex, who cheated on her. It broke me to see her getting drunk for that douche. After that, she was afraid to enter into another relationship. I leaned back again, my fingers dug into the sand to hold my weight. As I admired the starry night sky, my eyes couldn’t help but drifted towards her side profile. Her lips were slightly lifted, enjoying the stars that hung up in the sky. I sighed in content at this sight I found myself staring at.

Could it be…

~~

Months later

“So, which one?” I stopped the music that was playing from my speakers as I eyed my members. We were all now squeezed in my studio as we met to choose our next title song. Everyone frowned into deep thoughts, I could see their wheels in their brain turning to figure what to say.

“Play the previous one,” Eunkwang instructed. I clicked it and played it again as their faces lighted up.

“This,” Ilhoon commented, and everyone seemed to agree.

I let out a laugh, realizing what inspired me to actually wrote this song. We then proceeded to submit this song and everything was approved, recordings took place and filming wrapped up our whole preparation along with jacket shooting.

“Hello, Hyunsik speaking,” I said as soon as the other side of the line came through. I heard her let out a sigh before chuckling. “You’ll never let me live, aren’t you?”

“Don’t even bet about it.” I found myself smiling as well.

“What do you want?”

“This is a reminder that our song is releasing in a few.” I could imagine her glancing at her desktop clock as I said.

“Right, ok I will.”

“You gotta message me right after.”

“Ok, dad, I get it.” Her annoyance could be heard through her voice.

“Anything else?” She questioned.

“Nope,” emphasizing the p harder. She let out a small laugh before bidding goodbye.

I sighed at the empty line, muttering to myself before putting the phone away from my ear, “I miss you.”

~~

The clock hit 6pm, fans flooded us with tags and compliments, while I waited for just that one message. I constantly checked my phone, we gathered in the company to anticipate the reaction by fans as we celebrated the start of our come back period.

My phone vibrated as we were in the midst of talking. I grabbed it and unlocked, the name appeared brought a smile on my face.

From: Y/N Damn genius composer, another job well done. Who could’ve know nature had so much effect on you.

To: Y/N I’ll take it as you liked it. Did you read the lyrics?

From: Y/N Yup, so who’s that new girl eh? Why am I not informed?

To: Y/N Just like how you kept your crush as a secret

From: Y/N Because it’s more than a crush! Ah nevermind, forget I asked.

To: Y/N Come on, I’m kidding. Mind if I drop by your place tonight? Just wanna hang out

From: Y/N I’ve got something on, will be home a little later.

I was interrupted by the guys calling for me to eat the cake they divided. I smiled and nodded before picking the plastic plate up, deciding to ignore the question I had.

~~

I was about to leave the building before someone called out my name. Frowning, I turned to face Y/N, in a black dress, looking stunning.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Answer me, Hyunsik. Was the song about me?”

Her question left me dumbfounded, was it too obvious? I visibly gulped, scratching the back of my head with my eyes on the ground. I heard her sigh, causing me to glance up at her.

“Darn it I should’ve just told you by getting drunk or something.” I arched an eyebrow at her statement, she continued before I could question. “The crush I mentioned was you.”

And that one sentence was enough to fly me to the moon. Before she could continue her blabbering, I pulled her into my embrace, hugging the air out of her. So silly of us to now realize that the person we had been looking for was just next to us the whole time.

“Yes, it is my unspoken words to you.” I whispered against her ear, she let out a chuckle and wrapped her arms around me.

Don’t go around looking for anyone else anymore For the person who loves you is just right next to you Why can’t you see

[allaboutwannaone-blog]

soulmate!jihoon

genre: fluff word count: 2.4k author’s note: this is my first time writing a soulmate au,, it kind of sucks IM SORRY (p.s. being the stupidest person ever, I deleted this after posting it yesterday)

• in this universe, where the swirls of every other colour merge together in a magically fascinating harmony is accompanied with the adornment of countless stars, you, a person so small as compared to the big, big world, were lucky enough to be born with a soulmate.

• you’ve heard many tales of people doomed to be alone forever. in fact, your very own younger sister tragically has that same fate. of course, a person can fully well be independent. but let’s face it, while everyone else can feel their soulmates’ emotions alongside with their own, you can’t help but think that you have been condemned for not being able to do so. you’ll feel that a part of you is missing, which indeed, it is.

• thankfully, you were born to a lucky predicament, and you get butterflies whenever you think about your significant other. (well, your about-to-be).

• in the kingdom that you live in, whatever you feel, your soulmate feels it as well.

• that’s why whenever he feels something, you try to find ways to make him feel better.

• when he feels happy, you watch funny videos to get him even more excited. same goes for when he feels sad; the dose of memes always works, with the release of endorphins from your side, his spirit gradually soars.

• you were grateful to be able to have someone destined to be with you (trust me, it makes the ‘searching for your Prince Charming’ part way easier), and even more so to have found such a sensitive and nice one.

• he seemed to return the favour, and you’d find something tickling your funny bone whenever you got bad results or cry over a sad movie. (though it kind of makes you look crazy at times when you suddenly laugh through your tears.)

• you, and i’m sorry if this sounds shallow or weird, kind of just-

• just fell in love with the way he cared for you in that sense. you were afraid that he would be unfeeling and stoic before you began feeling him at the age of ten, but it seemed like it went right for you. perhaps falling in love was too deep of an emotion, but it certainly made you feel all warm inside when these deliberate gestures all but strengthen your bond with him.

• you fantasised about the day you would meet him. would you be casually taking a stroll down the road when you see him? would you crash into him, would he help you pick up the things you dropped, and would you two make eye contact and everything would fall into place?

• but then reality hits.

• how were you supposed to find your soulmate?

• other kingdoms have different ways to identify them, such as unique barcodes or countdown timers, tattoos, red threads or some fancy way but all you folks get is an ambiguous, shitty method. that’s why your realm actually has the lowest percentage of people finding their The Ones, and naturally divorce rates go up as well.

• ‘but you ain’t gonna suffer this fate, my love.’ your imaginary fairy godmother says in her small little cottage in the woods. ‘you are a special one, mi darling, mi chocolate croissant, pumpkin cake.’

• you were born just a minute before the grandfather clock struck twelve on 29th may. it was a miraculous birth because you were thought to not be able to make it due to your mother’s poor health at that point of time, and she had barely made it to the hospital before you popped out of her womb.

• but a secret you’ve recently uncovered from your parents for soulmates that have the same birthdays gave you a small, tiny ball of burning hope that maybe, just maybe, would you find your soulmate.

• it is something very, very rare and exquisite, something along the lines of being ‘one in a million’. it was almost as if it was part of folklore, a story parents would tell their children before stroking their hair and tucking them into their beds.

• they say that an opportunity, a superbly special one at that, would come for you to switch bodies with your soulmate. how long, you ask. certainly not a day. no, it is not even an hour. one minute is all you get, and in that measly sixty seconds, you can do whatever you want in his or her body, but the most logical thing to do would be to leave an address or phone number so that you could meet up.

• it was nearly impossible and you thought nothing of it, brushing off the flicker of hope inhibiting your heart with the notion that it was just a wishful myth for desperate people seeking for affirmation.

• until…

• it really did happen to you. one day.

• it was just another day in your boring, mundane life. you woke up with the usual bed hair in the morning, dragged your feet to school and then dragged it back with even more force when you came back because of all the assignments dumped on your shoulders. after a quick shower, you settled on your bed, procrastinating like you usually do since it’s your favourite pastime. minutes became hours, and soon it was nighttime. just then, your younger sister came in, lunged herself on your bed and started chatting with you.

• somehow, five minutes into the talk, you started feeling dizzy, and it was doubled with your soulmate feeling the same as well. (in case you were wondering how you knew he felt that way, it is kind of inexplicable, but something in your subconscious mind singles that train of emotions out for you.)

• nothing registered in your mind, and all you knew was that you were falling, falling… (FOR YOUR LOVE HEY YOU)

• after what seemed like five billion years, you found yourself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar sidewalk. you were, by then, confused out of your mind. especially with the feeling that something uncomfortable was sitting in your trousers.

• TROUSERS???? you definitely weren’t wearing trousers and you certainly didn’t have a snake in there when you last checked. *blushes*

• the signboards around you told you that you were still somewhere in seoul, and not sucked into a wormhole to mars, but since it was so big, you had no idea where you were.

• something clicked in your mind, and that seemingly impossible story that reverberated through it didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

• then, another wave of panic gripped you suddenly when you realised that if you aren’t actually dreaming right now, you have possibly just spent half a minute mentally breaking down and that YOU. HAVE. TO. GET. TO. WORK. IMMEDIATELY.

• whipping out the cellphone that was in the jacket he wore (and what you are wearing currently), you decided to record a video since you didn’t want to snoop nor did you have his password.

• you turned it into selfie mode and a part of you died.

• literally. because holy shizzles, this man is hotter than the surface of the sun, than the darning metal railings in summer (and that is really, very darning hot). after admiring his visuals for a very short while since you were tight on time, you (reluctantly) started recording your voice. (with the video blacked out because you didn’t want to get distracted by his face and waste even more time.)

• “so, haha. i’m, um, y/n and this is a really weird of meeting you. i actually don’t know how you feel about this entire soulmate thing or whether you want to actually meet or not, so i’ll just leave you with my phone number and it is up to you to decide whether you want to contact me. it’s XX-XXXX-XXXX, see you maybe?”

• a few seconds after you end the video, you were blasted back into your room to be met with the confused countenance of your sister.

• you: “the feck just happened?”

• her: “i actually have no idea what happened, but his name is jihoon, his surname is park, i think? he’s nineteen, AND he said that he has been wanting to meet you for years but he’s scared you won’t like him, but for most of his short stay here he was freaking out about how he had boobs.”

• you: “he,, said he wanted to meet,,, me???”

• her: “…yes.”

• you, mushing your head in your pillow: “asfghjkl, ##1234#5#&&&&””””????”

• five minutes later, you received a notification and saw that a ‘park jihoon’ had added you on kakao talk. you were literally shaking because this is your first time interacting with a beautiful guy, or any beautiful guy for the matter of that fact. (and because his visuals in his profile picture made you feel all sorts of things you never thought you were capable of feeling.)

• and you were mentally cringing at your username because seriously???? iamthememeyoufightme??? what hell was fifteen-year-old self thinking???

• your fifteen-year-old self: “wEELLL hoW wOUL;d I KNOW tHAT mY SOULmaTE iS A GREEK gOD?!?!?!?”

• but your heart stopped because his status was “i’m nineteen, you fight me?”

• a coincidence??? well i think not *strokes non-existent long beard*

• jihoonsucks: hi, nice username

• iamthememeyoufightme: hi, nice status

• jihoonsucks: :)

• iamthememeyoufightme: :)

• jihoonsucks: anyway,, y/n??? wanna meet?

• iamthememeyoufightme: HELL YEAH

• iamthememeyoufightme: i mean, hell yeah, but in a softer voice

• jihoonsucks: OKAY

• jihoonsucks: i mean, okay, but in a manlier voice

• iamthememeyoufightme: hehehehehehehee

• jihoonsucks: hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

• jihoonsucks: I HAVE MORE HEHEs

• iamthememeyoufightme: very well

• iamthememeyoufightme: but i have more chins :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

• and so, your playful and light hearted friendship/relationship began with jihoon from then.

• the effect he had on you was obvious, because you would drop everything and rush to your phone to reply him whenever he texts you. (your heart beat boxes every time he sends something, like pftbtbtbtbtbtbtpftkswaaaararrttt)

• your friends and family all tease you about it e ve r y single time. (“young love,” they chorused, pretending to be grossed out at you smiling at your phone yet again, for the trillionth time that day, even though they’re just secretly proud parents.)

• but jihoon was really the sweetest thing ever.

• he would greet you good morning every time, send you memes that would have you rolling on the floor, be really concerned whenever you tell him you were sick or injured.

• you’ve set the meeting date to be two weeks from now, and as the clock ticked and time passed, you found yourself getting more and more nervous because,,, you were really falling for him.

• especially when he sends things like this

• jihoonsucks: honestly i want to thank you always being by my side these few years. it was really comforting whenever you could sense my emotions and cheer me up when needed. thanks for being so kind and caring and i’m just saying all of these here before i meet you because i’ll be too shy to say it then.

• *inserts a picture of you speeding to the hospital on a stretcher*

• ^ that was the same reaction you had when your sister recounted that when he was in your body that minute,, he turned to the mirror and said, “what the hell, i’m so pretty.” but you figured she probably said it to boost your ego a little :“) (BUT NO IT WAS THE TRUTH YOU IDIOT)

• little did you know,, he was feeling the exact same way too!!! his best friends whom he lives with in a dorm snatches his phone and texts you sometimes, and had changed your contact to "y/n💖😭😚😍😘💗💕💞💓” (which he hasn’t changed up till now ;)) they never let him live it down and he just fuels their teasing by turning a bright shade of red whenever your name comes up in their conversation.

• finally, the day came. you woke up at the crack of dawn even though you guys were meeting at 11am and you were just like wtf @ yourself because it was only 5.30am.

• nevertheless, you took a loooooong bath while playing with your rubber duckies, tried to pick out an outfit for three hours, fussed over your hair and makeup for one hour, freaked out for yet another hour before leaving your house nervously.

• (and guess what?? even though jihoon didn’t wake up as early as you, he woke up at 9 o'clock, which was just about the best compliment ever because he is always, always late for meetings with friends…plus he spent more than an hour styling his hair because every. strand. matters.)

• you reached the rustic and cozy cafe you’ve agreed to meet at fifteen minutes early, hence you ordered a matcha latte before finding the booth beside the window to sit at. you were trembling just a tiny bit, and you were mentally scoffing at yourself like, “what in tarnation is wrong with you, you’re neither a hermit nor a hot-men-deprived woman, you are a female with high dignity and shall not be wavered by a boy whom you have never met in real life before.” (even though you knew that you were indeed both a hermit and a hot-men-deprived woman who does not have much dignity and has already been wavered by a boy whom you have never met in real life before.)

• just then, you were hit by another pang of anxiousness, but it was alongside a surge of exhilaration. you recognised the two emotions to be jihoon’s and just a second later, the bells attached to the door tinkled, signalling that someone had come in.

• to say that you were bewitched by him was the understatement of the country. you were entirely enthralled, engrossed, enamoured with him, the way he carries himself, the charisma that seem to radiate from him despite his shy steps towards you, even his mismatched neon yellow and pink shoelaces.

• he looked around the cafe before spotting you, the small smile on his face widening into a bigger grin as he walked over.

• “feck, you are so good-looking, god damn it. i wanted to be the hot one in the relationship,” you meant to come up with a slick and smooth greeting,, but silly you blurted that out instead.

• his eyes widened and a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.

• in unison, you both said, “UM,,,, RE.LA,,TIONSHIP?????”

• you, overthinking: ‘dang it, he’s bound to think i am this weird person who wants to move super fast, what if he thinks that i just want to get into his pants??!?!?!?!!?!??!?!? what if he wants out of this and will never text me anymore????@?!?!?!?!?’

• but contrary to your pessimistic way of thinking, he’s like

• “,,, i guess u can call it a relationship now”

• *shyly takes ur hand* *blushes**chuckles and covers his face with his other hand*

• rest in peace, heart.

[landuselover]

Start and Stop LegoMasters to find his name Patrick Part 6

I had been taking quite a few trips to Chicago for work at the beginning of 2020. My mind was full of lots of work stuff and honestly I had started to forget about this man I was madly falling for. I had realized I actually hated LA and really didn’t want anything to do with it. It really just was a bunch of fake people just ike Patrick. I hadn’t heard from him in a few weeks until I was on a plane ride back from Chicago.

I opened my computer and a message from Long lost Patrick popped up.

If you don’t want to talk to me anymore just say something and ill leave you alone.

I rolled my eyes at first but I couldn’t help but answer and I think he knew that was my MO. I couldn’t let a message like that go. I crafted a response multiple responses actually. I have checked them over and over again and I ended up deleting them all and writing back. I don’t want you to leave me alone, I want you to treat me with respect. I thought that was the best thing to say after all the BS I had gone through with him. Because that was the truth I didn’t want him to stop talking o me, I wanted to be the only person that he talked to forever.

He responded quickly, I am so glad you messaged back, I want to still talk with you too. Then it started again, the back and forth the good morning the feeling so comforted until he was heading home to see his kid again and it all stopped. And I was just over it by then and the world was getting crazy corona virus was surging all over the country. I was buying a new home and I was so ready to get on with my life.  I haven’t heard from him all feburary and of course not on Valentines day Until the day when it happened. He messaged me out of the blue

Good morning, I hope you are doing well.

My message back, Whats your real name Patrick?

He didn’t say anything and because I knew he was hiding something. I had watched shows he said he was working on and I never saw a Patrick Weaver or even Patrick in the credits.

My friend lara came over who was a super sluthe, I showed her how I was searching for his real name. I would start and stop the lego master episode to see who was the best boy or the gafer for the show. She stoped it and said what about Pat Wallner that would make sense right.

I couldn’t believe it she found his name just like that I had been searching for almost a year at this point. We searched his name and his linked in came up with nothing that interesting expect for his brothers name too. He had a twin.

I messaged him back,

Well Patrick wallner, I know your real name and that you have a twin brother Tim.

He was yep that is me.

Seems a oddly calm response for me just finding out his real information. I went to dinner with lara and all we did was talk about Him of course

I got home that night and I couldn’t help but continue to stalk and see if I could find out more information about hims and sure as shit when you go look for shit you find yourself a big pile of it.

I found his brothers facebook page and I was looking through his profile pictures. He had sent me pictures of his daughter ruby and I came across a picture of her and in the comments there it was. A comment from a woman with the last name of Wallner right like Patrick. Ruby loves her uncle.

Are you fucking kidding me, I click on her profile and there is a photo of the Patrick two kids and his wife from right after I visited in September and he passed out at Will Smiths house.I started to cry, I wanted to scream and I took a picture and sent it to Patrick, you fucking liar.

What the fuck do you have to say for yourself, you used me and lied to me and I even asked about it.

I didn’t get a respond that night and I honestly didn’t expect on in the morning either but I actually got a response. He said Im so sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you. I told him he could call me .

I began to rip him a new one, Who the fuck does he think he is. Using me for my kindness, I do not want to be with you person who would do this their family. But the conversation took a turn when Patrick talked about how he was going to get a divoroce and he was so unhappy with her wife but he didn’t want to leave his kids.

I hung up on him and I told him I might call him later or never talk to him again. I decided to call later and figure out where he was at. The problem was the world was legit shutting down around us so he wasn’t going to come to Colorado anytime soon. He was heading home to his family and I would be in my brand new house alone.

We message for a few days as he got home but then my message stopped going through. I messaged from my computer, he said shit hit the fan here sorry I can’t talk. I messaged that I don’t want me name brought inot this, I didn’t even know any of this until a few days ago. He said I wont be then radio silence

I didn’t message and he didn’t either, I blocked him on everything just so I woulnd’t message. Fuck I knew my gut was telling me something, He had a wife and even thought I asked time and time again he wasn’t going to be honest with me. Where do I go from here.

[littlespoonevan]

HII!! IM STILL SCREAMKNF ABOUT THE CLIP THE TEXT THE VIDEO ANDLRNFP but hey, I was just wondering if maybe you could write a little thing about what will happen if isak gets added into the gc and he reads the last few messages and reads the "he is way too good for me" and he is like eVEN!! And cuddles him to death..?? ❤️❤️

Prompt(if you’re taking them) sana sending even a screen cap of the “even is the best thing in my life” text❤

i decided to combine these because they work p well together!!! i also googled and apparently when you’ve been added to an imessage chat (which this is since even doesn’t have FB) you can’t see previous messages but i did notice in this scene that even and isak both have a gold iphone???? so i found a way to work around it ;) i hope you like it

*

“He’s way too good for me.”

Even bites his lip as hehits send. It’s a thought he usually keeps to himself, one he lets fester inhis mind until he can feel himself closing off. (Isak always manages to drawhim out again in an instant, with gentle touches and loving words and softkisses.) He feels a touched smile quirk his lips at Chris’ unexpected words of encouragement.They don’t tend to hang out much but the earnestness behind her words stillmanages to quell Even’s nerves somewhat.

Before he can reply, Sanabeats him to it.

Sana: Even, you’re the best thing in Isak’s life

Even swallows hard. He’snot sure he deserves that title, not when Isak is loved by so many people andEven is capable of causing him so much pain.

Even: I’m not sure if he’d agree with that

Sana’s reply appears in aninstant.

Sana: yes he would. He told me

Seconds later, she sends ascreenshot of a conversation between her and Isak. The first thing he noticesis Sana’s protest of, “But it’scomplicated,” and he guesses they’d been talking about Yousef. The idea ofIsak giving love advice pulls an amused grin out of Even but then he reads Isak’sreply.

Isak: Yo. It’s always complicated

Look at who I’m with

And Even is the best thing in my life

Even stills.

Even is the best thing in my life

The words make his breath catchin his throat and it takes far longer than it should for him to process them.Isak- Isak really thinks of him like that? It’s- Even almost wouldn’t believeit if it weren’t for the sentence it proceeded. For him to acknowledge thecomplications that come with their relationship and still declare Even the bestthing in his life is just- Even’s speechless. It’s the little word too. The “and”rather than a “but”. Even isn’t the best thing in his life in spite of the complications. He’s thebest thing in Isak’s life, complications and all.

A “Halla!” startles him outof his thought process and he snaps his gaze up to see Isak hurrying towardshim. He hops up the step, climbing onto the bench and darting in to press asound kiss to Even’s lips.

Even forgets about hisphone and instead watches the delighted look that spreads across Isak’s facewhen Even presents him with beer.

He’s the best thing in Even’slife.

*

Isak is lying on the grasswith his head on Even’s lap, he’s got a cool beer resting against his hip andhe’s surrounded by his friends. Life feels pretty fucking great right now.

“How did you even manage toorganise all of this?” he wonders aloud, not sure who he’s really asking. Even,Jonas, Eva, Sana and Mahdi are all within hearing distance though so he figuresone of them.

“It was mostly all down toEven,” Jonas says and it makes Isak’s tummy feel warm. Even’s hand cardsthrough his hair and Isak reaches up to thread their fingers together.

“And we made a group chat,”Sana tells him like it should be obvious.

Isak’s face goes blank withsurprise and he cranes his neck to look up at Even. “There’s a group chat?”

“Yeah,” Even says. “Howelse could we all coordinate?”

“So like, all of you are init?” Isak asks, looking around the loose circle of his friends and the rest ofthe girls and Magnus and Eskild a little bit further away on the grass.

“Yeah, man,” Mahdiconfirms.

“Add me,” Isak saysseriously, making Even huff a laugh.

“Baby, we don’t really needit anymore. It was just to make birthday plans for you,” Even says.

Isak can feel his bottomlip pushing out in a pout but he’s far more concerned that he’s not part ofthis elusive chat that includes everyone except him. “I don’t care. What about when we make plans for other stuff?Add me.”

“You and Even arepractically one person,” Jonas snorts. “He can pass on the message to you.”

Isak is about to protestwhen Eva snatches her phone off the ground. “Fy faen, I’ll do it. Relax.”

Isak goes pliant again,satisfied, letting his eye droop as Even’s pulled their joined hands towards hismouth to kiss Isak’s knuckles.

It’s a good day.

*

Later, Isak is lying in bedwaiting for his body to cool down after Even’s, ahem, second birthday present to him and watching idly as Even digsthrough their chest of drawers to search for a clean pair of boxers. Both theirphones vibrate and a glance at their illuminated screens says it’s the groupchat. Isak knew they’d keep using it.

He reaches lazily for hisphone, patting the bedside table until his fingers close around one of them. Itisn’t until he’s unlocked the phone that he realises it’s Even’s. (The facttheir phones are the same colour and they both have 2121 as their passcodeprobably isn’t the brightest idea.) Isak’s chat had been empty save for one messagefrom Eva that simply said, “Welcome, Isak,” with the eyeroll emoji. Even’schat, however, shows all the previous messages.

Isak doesn’t really plan onlooking at them, focusing on the message from Magnus that demands to know wherehe and Even are. He figures replying from Even’s phone makes as much sense asreplying from his own so he lets them know that they bailed and that they had avery nice day but now they’re having an even nicer time at home.

Isak huffs a laugh, aboutto lock the phone again when his eyes catch on the screenshot in the messageabove Eva’s. He recognises his own profile picture and when he clicks toenlarge the picture he realises it’s a conversation between him and Sana fromlast week. It makes him smile at first, assuming his friends were fondly makingfun of him and Even for how sappy they get. (That seems to be their favouritehobby.)

And he can’t really help itwhen he scrolls up, itching to know what stupidly romantic thing Even said thatprompted their friends to start ribbing them again.

But when he gets to Even’smessage he feels himself freeze.

Even: Let me overreact. Youshould’ve known what he has to put up with for the rest of the 364 days of theyear.

He’sway too good for me.

Isak frowns, staring at the screen in confusion. Even can’tactually think that, can he?

“What did they say?” Even asks and Isak snaps his gaze up,finding Even in a fresh pair of underwear as he makes his way towards the bed. How? How could this beautiful, ethereal,selfless, caring boy ever think Isakis too good for him?

Even crawls onto the bed, a crinkle appearing between hiseyebrows when he takes in Isak’s expression. “Isak?” he says uncertainly. “Whatis it?”

“I picked up your phone by mistake,” he says quietly, lookingdown at the phone in his hand before meeting Even’s gaze again. “I- Baby…do youreally believe I’m too good for you?”

All the blood drains from Even’s face and Isak hates the way he shrinks in on himselfthe tiniest bit, looking down at his lap rather than meeting Isak’s gaze. “Well,you are,” he mumbles quietly.

“Wh- Even.” Isak dropsthe phone on the nightstand again, pushing himself up onto his knees andcrawling into Even’s space. The force of his hug is so great that Even topplesback onto the mattress, pulling Isak down with him. Isak hovers above him,brushing his fingers over Even’s face, touching him wherever he can reach.

“I can see Sana already beat me to it but I’m not too good foryou, fucking hell,” he insists breathlessly, leaning down to press theirforeheads together. “Every good thing that’s happened to me since October isbecause of you. Everything. You werethe start of it all. You make me so fucking happy,you have to see that.”

Even looks up at him when Isak pushes up on his elbows again,eyes wide as he takes in Isak’s expression, filled with nothing but steely conviction.

“You know I always feel like you’re too good for me, too?” hesays softly and he can feel how much it surprises Even.

“You do?” he asks quietly.

Isak nods. “But that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter becausewe are good for each other. We’re sofucking good for each other, Even.”

Even’s throat bobs and Isak can’t help leaning down to draw himinto a kiss that breathes comfort and reassurance.

“We’re good for each other,” Even agrees, words muffled againstIsak’s lips.

Isak nods, turning his mouth away and pressing a kiss to Even’scheek, resting against his temple and letting out a breath. “I know what mylife would be like without you and I don’t want it. I choose you. I want you. All 365 days.”

Even pulls him down into a crushing hug, hands clinging to Isakand Isak just burrows himself into Even’s chest, tries to get as close aspossible.

“I choose you too,” Even whispers. “Always you.”

*

[4jimin]

16 w jikook :)

i hope u know u have just corrupted me lmao

Send me a pairing + a number: jikook, “oh… sorryomgwrongnumber”

smut | sexting

Jimin wasn’t a virgin, he had a pretty good amount of sexual experiences on his back. But the thing was, sending nudes was a whole other different thing. It was new – at least for him –, and it made him nervous like a stupid high school boy with a crush. Except he didn’t have a crush, he just wanted to get laid – but his heart was racing and his palms were sweating anyway. Jimin stared for another eight minutes at the picture taking the whole screen of his phone. He was with his back to the mirror, profile partially appearing over his shoulder as his hand held the phone high by the side of his body. It wasn’t the best picture he had ever taken of himself, but it was nice. His butt looked pretty, just like his hair. However he still couldn’t stop the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach, making him wonder if a stranger he met at a bar was worthy of that picture. Maybe Jimin was a bit too desperate for sex, trying to shove a certain mistake he had made with a certain someone to the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter – at least the bar guy  was cute, didn’t seem like an asshole – and for god’s sake it was just sex. Jimin selected the picture and rolled the page of his contacts down until he found the newly added number. Jonghyun. He took a deep breath, placing his thumb just above the name and then squeezing his eyes shut – like that was going to stop the embarrassement of doing what he was actually doing – to click on the screen, instinctively dragging his finger to the send button afterwards – eyes still tightly closed. Jimin only allowed himself to open them when he heard the sound indicating that the message had been sent coming out of the speakers of his phone. He released the breath he was holding back and stared at the sent picture – there was nothing to do now, it was done. Relief almost settled in his chest, the burden of doing the most difficult part having left his shoulders – when Jimin realized, in a silent gasp of horror and dread, that Jonghyun hadn’t been the one he sent the picture.

Jungkook – online

Oh my god. Jimin was mortified for a second until the sign of seen appeared on the screen and he completely freaked out.

You – 9:12 pm [image.jpg] JNU JUNGK JUNGKOK DONT OPNE IT I SENT IT BY MSTHAJE MISTAK OMG DOTN OEPN

He couldn’t fucking believe it. Universe must probably really hate him like crazy, because, fucking Jeon Jungkook from all people. Fucking Jeon Jungkook, the stupid little shit Jimin had had sex with five days ago, because they were both too drunk to be thinking straight. Jeon Jungkook the biggest fuckboy Jimin had ever met – and surprisingly, the best friend too. He couldn’t fucking believe it. He had spent the last couple of days fucking and being fucked by plenty of different guys just to erase the drunken memories of Jungkook’s body on his – Jungkook’s lips on him, kissing him and sucking bruises with a hunger as if the world was falling apart around them. And even though it were just blurry flashes of a very fucked up night, it still brought things to Jimin’s stomach he didn’t want to bother finding out what meant. He just needed to forget everything and then it would be okay.

Jungkook – typing…

Oh god.

Jungkook – 9:13 pm fuck hyung

Jimin’s heart stopped in his chest.

You – 9:13 pm did u open it???

Jungkook – 9:13 pm yeah it was kind of too late god

Jimin wanted to die and bury his entire body into the biggest hole he could dig with his own hands. His cheeks were burning red, so hot it was tingling his skin. He didn’t know what to do, so he just kept terrifiedly staring at Jungkook’s name until the word ‘typing…’ appeared again.

Jungkook – 9:14 pm hyung i know you told me to forget but how can i now u have just fucked up my stability i’m so hard

Jimin tightened the phone on his hands, the sides of the metalic thing burying on the skin of his sweaty palms, his breath hitching. He closed his eyes, trying to steady the flow of oxygen entering his lungs, but his phone buzzed against his skin again and his eyes snapped open in a heartbeat.

Jungkook – 9:15 pm pls dont do this u can’t just send me this and keep quiet as if nothing happened i want to touch you i want to touch myself thinking about you fuck hyung im really so fucking hard please talk to me

But Jimin was barely breathing. He could only feel his heart pulsating in every inch of his body, the furious muscle knocking against his ribcage violently. His own cock started twitching inside his pants, Jungkook’s words arousing him a lot faster than it should.

Jungkook – 9:16 pm you have the most perfect ass i want to get my hands on it again my biggest and only regret of that night was not being sober enough to remember every single detail about you i want to have you again so bad hyung i could do whatever you asked me too i could suck you so good you’d come in my mouth crying my name

Jimin whined out loud, not being able to repress the painful hardness between his legs anymore. Jungkook’s tongue and mouth on him was the most vivid memory he had of that night – and it was fucking up his head.

Jungkook – 9:17 pm i could eat you up like you have never been before i’d make you scream and beg you’d like that right

Jimin gasped this time, his hand going down to cup his painfully hard cock before he could realize it. He heard the tiny moan falling out of his lips as he rubbed it through the fabric of his boxers, precum having wetted it like it never did before.

Jungkook – 9:18 pm fucking talk to me hyung please im touching myself and i think im going to come but i want u i want you jimin please

Fuck. Jimin took his hands of his boxers – a tiny whine of complaint forming in the back of his throat –, fingers finding the button he wanted on the screen of his phone before he could think about what he was actually doing. Jungkook answered in the first ring. “Shit.” Jimin heard Jungkook’s breathy voice at the end of the line, making him clasp his knees together in response, thighs pressuring the tingling head of his sensitive dick against his stomach, needing some kind of friction so he wouldn’t lose his mind, “Hyung, fuck. Mmmm... ha… H…hyung, say some...thing, please.” There was a pause, Jungkook’s loud breathing completely filling Jimin’s ears along with the obscene sound of his hands working himself up and down. Jimin moaned. “Shit. Shit, hyung, do that again. I need to hear your voice, please.” He swallowed hard, throat dry and mind dizzy, too clouded from scenarios picturing Jungkook jerking himself off thinking about him. When Jimin’s voice finally surged, it was deep and hoarse, drowned in a lust he didn’t know he possessed. “Come over.” He murmured, breath failing on the last syllable. “Now.”

[shalnarkonice]

Nobuvoshal week Day 2/ Jan 7. Prompt: Nomadic (wandering without a permanent home) or overheard conversations (eavesdropping)

There was nothing more interesting in life than a good conversation.

Having made a living on the information contained withing other people’s conversations, be it through text, phone calls, emails, or face to face, hacking into surveillance and gathering intel was one of Shalnarks many skills. Breaking into computer servers had been far too easy, seeing how available modern day technology was.

It was the more risky, hands on missions that gave Shal the most satisfaction. Being able to dress in disguise as he infiltrated people’s houses, or cars, or hotel rooms as he bugged phones and cables always gave him a sense of thrill, but even that buzz had died off.

From being a bellboy, to chef, to hotel help, to cleaning staff, it seemed that the better he got at listening to other people’s conversations, the less interesting it all seemed to be. Extortion and politics were boring. there were only so many things the zodiacs or the mafia or even the kurtas could talk about it, until they became predictable.

It had been a while since shal had purposely listened onto someone’s conversation, and even now he didn’t feel the urge to pry on other people’s business.

He had considered bugging nobunaga and uvogins house phone just to get a better understanding of the men he lived with, but after a few weeks it became all to obvious that their intentions towards helping him were innocent rather than malicious.

It took some time to warm up to the two, but shal had come to realize that nobunaga was just as truthful and hard working as uvogin said he was, and uvogin was as encouraging and forward as nobunaga had claimed him to be.

It seemed that the owners of the tree and shrub florist shop were just mundane, average men trying to make an honest living for themselves.

That was probably the reason why shal couldn’t tear himself from the doorway of the small upstairs apartment where the stairs from the shop below led into the living quarters upstairs. sitting on the second to top step, shals dirty habit of eavesdropping reared it’s ugly head as he could hear uvogins gruff voice just a few feet away.

Shal would have made himself known, but had refrained as soon as he heard Uvogins flower supplier on speaker phone, sounding somewhat concerned, which was odd for the usually monotone grower.

“Are you sure that Nobunaga is as unhappy as you say?” Franklin’s voice rings out, clear enough to be heard.

Uvogin, who was standing behind the kitchen counter doodling on a napkin could only sigh heavily. “I’m telling you klin, Nobu hasn’t had his usual sense of thrill since we moved to yorknew. It’s almost as if he’s gone, ya know, soft?”

“There are many tools a man may use if he is feeling…soft. Has he considered therapy? Or perhaps smoking less? Or even…Viagra?”

Shal palms his hand against his mouth in order to hold in a laugh, the thought of Nobunaga not being able to get stiff (despite being a stick in the mud) was too amusing an idea. Uvogin would never have the balls to talk about nobunaga if the man was around, but seeing how Nobunaga was shopping (and Uvo thought shal was at school), he was left to talk openly with deal ol klin.

Giving a bark of a amusement, Uvogin moves to rummage through the fridge, mulling over the thought. “Nah, I think Nobu is good to go in that department, although between you and me, I don’t think he knows how to use it.”

“There really isn’t much to teach in that regard. one simply unzips himself as inserts it into whichever hole is present at that moment.” Klin deadpans. “unless you are implying nobunaga is a Virgin at thirty three.”

“bingo!” Uvo says with vigor, slamming the fridge shut.

“I need a moment…”

Shalnark had to hold his breath, amazed he was getting such comedic gold without even having to pay. never had shal considered the thought that nobunagas sporadic, and sometimes downright unbearable attitude was a result of not having gotten off in the last two dozen years. hell, wasn’t that what dating sites and strip joints were for? Although it wasn’t like nobunaga was creepy or hideous, so the fact that he had never been with someone was actually shocking once shal actually started to consider it

“Has Nobunaga never brought anyone home?”

Uvo tsks, “never, not for a one night stand or someone he was even remotely interested in. It almost feels like he’s a single father sometimes instead of a young man. The bastard still has this stupid idea in his head that he needs to take care of me, as if I’m not a thirty year old fucker capable of taking care of my own ass.”

Shal turns to lean back against the wall, peering at Uvogin from his perch. Uvogin, in his gym shorts with a towel around his shoulders, was a man more than capable of taking care of himself in any sense of the word. Shal couldn’t imagine nobunaga ever having to baby the giant, especially when Uvogin seemed to be so clever.

“Perhaps nobunaga feels obligated. He has only had you, isn’t that correct?”

Uvogin pauses, placing down his water bottle and biting at his lower lip. “Hmm…I mean…nobu was happy back in japon. he had friends there, people to talk to, coworkers he liked. here it seems that he’s never really met anyone. He doesn’t even consider going to bars to just get out, he rather work. must be a fucking habit he picked up when working at buharas with…” Uvogin freezes.

Franklin doesn’t make a sound, fully expecting uvogin to clarify on what exactly has stumped him.

“Klin, did I ever tell you that in Jappon there was a woman there head over heels for nobunaga?”

“You must have overlooked that tidbit of information.” Franklin says bluntly, “was he interested in her as well?”

It was an interesting idea. although it would make sense why nobunaga was depressed if the woman he loved had been left behind in the move, shal figured.

Uvogin places his palms against the counter, lowering his head, and in turn, his voice. “yeah…I don’t think nobunaga knew about it.”

“That seems difficult to believe seeing how you picked up on the woman’s affections”

“well it was obvious,” Uvogin murmers, “But I never told nobu. I still haven’t and I guess I can’t tell him, because I’m sure he’ll head back to jappon to fix things.”

“You’re willingly withholding information from nobunaga?” klin says to himself, “im slightly shocked at your selfishness.”

“Way to rub salt into the wound, ya bastard,” Uvogin only says half seriously, his face uncharacteristically serious. “im not ready for nobu to leave yet. we just started tree and shrub and we have so much still to do…don’t get me wrong, I feel guilty, but how else am I supposed to react knowing he’d pick a woman over a dream built over a lifetime? I waited for years for Nobunaga to take the hint and realize his feelings, but it never happened, so I decided that maybe it was a sign to leave before something did happen.”

A frown makes its way onto shals face, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise of uvogins actions. it was understandable, but also mean spirited and unlike how uvo usually was. it would have been one thing to tell nobu so he could make a decision for himself, but to completly disregard the situation all together...

“So you think nobunagas unhappiness is my fault?” Uvogin asks quietly, taking the phone and stepping out of the kitchen, heading towards his bedroom. “sometimes klin, I think I’ve always been the problem, and nobunagas been trying to pick up my peices for years.”

Hearing the door click closed, shal pauses before he stands, half tempted to press his ear to uvo’s door, or to enter the room to comfort the man, but that may only insult him.

Shalnark knew that whatever he had just overheard would have to be between uvogin and klin, because at the end of the day, shal was never meant to be there in the hallway listening. and he sure as hell wasn’t meant to hear about uvogins dirty little secret.

Heading back down the stairs with the current conversation in mind, shalnark slips on his shoes and heads out the back door without a sound. Maybe Uvogin was wrong for what he did, but it seemed to be something that nobunaga had no idea about anyways.

“The least I can do then is make nobunaga a dating profile. Maybe if nobunaga gets himself a date he won’t seem so down,” shal mumbles, figuring that if nobu was happily with someone, uvogin wouldn’t feel so hung up about the woman who was once in love with his best friend. at least that secret could die without causing uvogin anymore grief.

now the biggest issue for shalnark was trying to figure out which dating sight to go on, and when would be the best time to sneak a picture of the so called bachelor.

not feeling sure on how he felt about the conversation, shalnark was pretty confident that his eavesdropping days were over.

well, at least for people he knew

strangers, and their secrets, were all fair game after all.

[thelostbutfoundstories]

Love in this day in age.

Love. Love is such a powerful word. For some people it can send chills rippling through their stomachs and flutters bouncing all around their stomach. But for others, its just a word. A word that they use to make someone stay. A word to fulfill someones sexual desires. A word that may not even be real. Love is a long lost word that I feel no one really takes seriously anymore. A word so Powerful that it makes my heart swell with happiness and grateful.

Let me back up for a moment. Let me explain. Let me explain why I feel so strongly about the word love. Also from experience. At the age of 15, I was only a teenager running around trying to fulfill my wants and “needs”. I had a group of really close friends that all hung out every weekend. It was amazing and I never thought id come across a better group of friends in my life. I thought I had it made. There was about eight of us at the beginning. We had a few couples in the group at the time as well, but we all accepted it. They were our friends, how couldn’t we!? Things went so well. Best friends, high school fun stuff. But once the age of 16 had hit, there was one thing about our group of friends that not many people had in their group. No Alcohol or drugs. Being a sophomore in high school that didn’t drink or smoke was WILD! We all really believed that we could have the time of our lives without being controlled by a toxic liquid courage, that controlled us like puppets on strings. Or this crazy fog type substance that made you feel silly and act the ways you never have before. That right there was love. We all bonded so well and did everything together. But one weekend, we had someone new come along. Someone with a bottle of that crazy, liquid courage shit. Half of the group put that bottle up to their lips and let the toxins slide right down their throat and into the stomach. The other half of us, were shook. We couldn’t fathom the horror that our friends did. We didn’t understand why they were so accepting to it after being so hateful towards it. Four of us parted ways and left the house we were hanging out at. One of the girls that had left with us just so happen to be in a relationship with one of the fellas that had stayed back to take part in the toxic activities. She had been stressing and worrying about the whole situation for here on out. Watching someone hurt, worry and stress is to who I am. It truthfully hurts me watching them kind of things take place. I tried my hardest to help her in any way I could, she’s one of my closest friends, I just had too.

I had been single for a while at this point, not really looking for anyone, nor shutting the idea out. My love life had just been on pause I guess for a while.

Fast Forward: Months have past, things never really got back to normal and our group of friends happen to split up into two groups. But remember that girl I tried to help? Yeah, well things didn’t get easier for her. They had split up. After dating someone for so long at that age, felling like you had loved them the whole time.. it kills you. It rips your heart out and gets ran over by a eighteen wheeler. I had messaged her on social media and told her I would be here for her whenever she needed me. For ANYTHING.

Weeks go by, we talk almost every single day. Me trying to hep her and distract her from what feels like the most terrible thing in the world. by the way, ill have to agree with her though, I as well feel like at that age a year or more relationship is a high deal I’ve dealt with it myself, it is a shitty thing and it odes weight heavy on you. But while we carry on conversations thats go just a little deeper then expected. I mean thats not a bad thing at all, I’m really enjoying this.

One night, I was at home.. just home relaxing on a winter vacation alone in my room. I just happen to click on this girls profile that I had been helping through hard times… and I had this weird feeling arise in the pit of my stomach. Was confused on what this feeling was and why? i Scroll upon this picture of me, her and two other friends. It was a goofy one. But was locked on her. This feeling it my stomach was getting worse and I felt nervous. I brushed off this weird feeling and kept on with my night. But my curiosity kept my mind on cruise control with tunnel vision. As I sat there in my room, on my bed and thinking what possibly could this be and why? I laid back into my bed and began to dose off, slowly fading out and into my dreams… I hear a soft voice next to me speaking in my direction. Its so soft and gentle. I turn my head and notice I’m near a pool. No one is around, just me and the soft spoken voice. Is it down on the edge of the pool and sink my feet into the chilling yet refreshing water. I warm finger runs along my shoulder working its way from the right to the left. i look to my right to glance at who is touching me. As I do, I hear someone sit down to my left. “I was hoping to see you here.” Says the soft voice. I turn my head to the right. I lock eyes on this beautiful women. Brown eyes, brown hair. With a solid yellow bikini. The chilling water felt like ice. Goosebumps ran up my legs, through my body and to my finger tips. Ive seen this women before, just not sure where? words finally spilled from my mouth. “How did you find me here?”. a smile grows upon her face as she glances down at the Cristal blue water. “I know you better then you think, silly”. She then lifts off the edge and slides into the pool. The yellow bikini sinks underwater and through to the other side, then disappears. She’s gone. I stand up in confusion and disbelief. I was thinking to myself “No! That not it, I need more! Need to know more!”. I turn around, scrambling for a towel. i wrap myself in this body devouring towel. Is it down, strongly press my palms to my eyes. “Time to go so soon?” Said the soft voice. Quickly as I possibly can I remove my hands from my face and look up towards the voice. Its her. I stand up and looks a couple inches down from eye level and ask her “Where do I know you from?” She laughs softly, “Right here babe.” She leans in to get her face closer to mine. My hands creep up to her cheeks, to feels such a elegant and mesmerizing touch. She wraps her arms around to back. I get this weird feeling arise in my stomach. Our eyes our locked with each others with the keys no where to be found. No words are spoken. I lean in to feel this soft lips of this beautiful angle. We get closer and closer. My heart starts thumping harder and harder. I prepare myself for this moment. A kiss, but not just any kiss. A kiss with such an amazing person. I know nothing on who she is, where she came from, yet I know this face. But I would love to know it better. My hand slides under her chin and pulls it up towards me. Our lips touch slowly. As my heart skips a beat, I jolt myself back to reality. I had awoken from this dream that I couldn’t understand but did not mind. I roll to my phone next to my bed. Nothing on the screen but one single message.

My mind drew a blank for a moment. Thats until my eyes had widened as far as they possibly could. My jaw dropped to the floor and I froze in disbelief. I jumped out of the bed with my phone gripped in my hand. I could not believe it. The girl in my dream was Ashley. But we can call her Ash. The girl I had been talking with for weeks on end. All along, I’ve been falling in love with the beautiful person and I didn’t even know.

Four and a half years later: I wake up to the annoying sound of an alarm. I reach blindly over to turn it off. I rub my eyes for a couple moments, then open them. Im looking up at a white ceiling. The room is cold, I am warm. I roll to my right side. I see the blanket is lifted as if there is someone under them. I slide closer to the risen blanket. I feel a warm, soft type of backside to Ash. I reach around the body, only to pull it closer. Brown hair comes closer to me, eventually resting in my face. The soft body is now touching my chest. And stomach. This feeling in the stomach arises from my stomach, but it keeps going up and up. It reaches my heart. My heart is happy, I am happy. Ash rolls over, exhaling slowly. We are now face to face. As her eyes slowly open, a smile slowly creeps to the surface of my face. My hand glides down her face. “ I Missed you” I say tiredly. “ she smiles back. I give her a kiss before turning to crawl out of bed. I sit at the edge of the bed, looking upon ash while she sleeps. At this moment of time I feel so many feelings. I feel lust, happiness and so much more. Ive never thought about something so deeply and so passionately. I never felt so strongly about my feelings for her, So protective, so happy for her, so… so proud. When I touch her skin, my heart feels happy. When our fingers interlock, I feel better. When I kiss her, my heart skips a beat. When I lay next to her I feel so… safe, so conformable. Memories run through my head. Long night time car rides, movie dates when we can’t let go of each others hands, Doing my running for the day with her in my passenger seat, long meaningful conversations, everything. The meaning of love hits me. I had finally figured it out. I found my person.

Love isn’t about getting what you want, nor just a word any people in a relationship say. Its not a word at all as a matter of fact. Its a feeling. A feeling that means you will do anything for that person. To do anything to make them smile, to make them feel okay. Anything to make them feel wanted.

When I say “ I Love you.” To Ash, it comes from the deepest place in my heart. The best, deepest place in my heart.

Love, is with Ash in this day in age.

[sugarcult]

Las Vegas Shooting Conspiracy

A series of articles have been created, deleted, renounced, blasted, etc. within the media in the last 24 hours about the Las Vegas Shooting, which some members of the GP already side-eyed. Here is a transcription of everything I’ve seen today (November 7, 2017 4:30 EST).

Mostly, I’m posting them in case any of them are taken down, as one of them was between the time it was sent to me and the time it was opened. Feel free to keep scrolling.

A link was sent to me on Telegram at this address. As you’ll see if you click the link, nothing is there but a 404 Error and the basic website. However, Telegram does this handy-dandy thing where it shows a preview of the page the link corresponds to, and what loaded is transcribed as follows.

7 Las Vegas Shooting Witnesses Now Dead Within 1...

One month on from the Las Vegas shooting massacre on October 1st, and we still have no satisfactory answers for horrific events that took place at the Route 94 Harvest music festival. The mainstream media has all but given up reporting on the attacks, now that it seems as though the public has swallowed the “lone wolf” shooter narrative, that claims Steven Paddock...

After we realized the link didn’t work, the friend who sent it to me sent, in a series of messages:

“But im not joking That article was there”

“I just finsihed it and copied the link to share”

“Its fucked up”

“The couple was veered off thr road and their car exploded on impact”

“The hispanic guy was found shot several times in an abandoned house”

“One was a valet for the hotrl where the ‘lone’ shooter was in And he was missing for two weeks and showed back up and shot in a random burglary gone wrong”

“The girl was the one that was piecing up their stories  Cuz all of them were saying there was more than one shooter”

“There was an older guy and he had a murder-suicide death Killed his disabled daughter snd himself”

Another friend looked up the incident and found an article that read:

RATING: FALSE

ORIGIN:

On 2 November 2017, the disreputable web site Neon Nettle reported falsely that seven “key witnesses” to the mass shooting on the Las Vegas Strip one month earlier had died under “suspicious circumstances”, and that there was a “sinister” plot afoot to snuff out persons who made statements in the immediate aftermath of the massacre that appeared to support the conspiracy theory trope that there was more than on shooter that night. 

Law enforcement leading the investigation into the massacre have concluded that Stephen Paddock, 64, was the lone gunman on 1 October 2017, when he opened fire with a modified weapon from the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino onto a crowd below attending an outdoor country music festival. Neon Nettle, along with other conspiratorial web sites, have been aggressively pushing the idea that Paddock had an accomplice. Conspiracy buffs have decided that the Las Vegas shooting was yet another massive cover-up — a “false flag,” or government-engineered catastrophe meant to facilitate a nationwide gun-grab in the service of an ominous global cabal waiting in the wings to seize world power.

With great paranoia, Neon Nettle reported:

In the month that followed the incident, a staggering seven key witnesses have died in very suspicious circumstances.

Whether this series of disturbing deaths and disappearances are purely coincidental or whether there is something deeply sinister afoot has yet to be determined.In cases like these, however, there’s no such thing as coincidence.

None of the deaths of “key witnesses” mentioned in the Neon Nettle story were linked, other than the fact some of them were part of a crowd of at least 22,000 people attending the outdoor Route 91 Harvest Festival when the shooting took place. Among the seven named, two died in an apparent car accident. One appears to have been misidentified by conspiracy theorists. A third is, in fact, not dead, while another had serious medical complications. In another instance, the deceased had no link whatsoever to the mass shooting, while the final “key witness” named, in display of sheer laziness by Neon Nettle, is Paddock, the shooter.

Dennis and Lorraine Carver: Lorraine Carver allegedly wrote on social media that her husband protected her from “shooters”. Carver and her husband Dennis were killed on 16 October 2017 in a car accident near their home in Murrieta, California, when their car veered off a curve in a road at 10:50 P.M., striking a metal gate and catching fire. Both were pronounced dead at the scene.

Danny Contreras: On 23 October 2017, police and fire personnel discovered the body of Danny Contreras, 35, who died of multiple gunshot wounds in a vacant home in Las Vegas. Police said they believe the homicide was narcotics-related. According to Neon Nettle, a now-suspended Twitter account apparently being used by a person using that name posted that he was lucky to have gotten out of the concert alive after being chased by two men with guns. However there is no evidence that the homicide victim was the same person who wrote the tweets — comparison of an image on a fundraiser for the murdered man launched on 25 October 2017 in North Las Vegas and the profile picture of the man pointed out by Neon Nettle appears to demonstrate that they are in fact two different people.

Chad Nishimura: Neon Nettle initially and falsely reported Nishimura, a Mandalay Bay hotel worker “disappeared” after he told a local news station he had valeted Paddock’s car and said Paddock “didn’t have any crazy bags with him that I can remember.” The conspiratorial web site is now reporting Nishimura was murdered outside the Las Vegas church, Iglesia La Luz del Mundo. A man named Hector Antonio Lemus-Flores, 45, of North Las Vegas, was murdered on 16 October 2017 outside that church. Neon Nettle simply transposed the details of Lemus-Flores’ death onto their story to falsely claim the victim had been Nishimura, who is alive.

Kymberley Suchomel: 28-year-old Suchomel passed away in her sleep a week after the massacre. According to her grandmother, who found her in bed in her Apple Valley, California home on 9 October 2017, Suchomel had seizures and was taking medication for a tumor. Suchomel was apparently experiencing trouble sleeping as sounds and images from the massacre would terrorize her at night. She drew the attention of conspiracy theorists with a now-private Facebook post attributed to her in which she said there was more than one shooter, writing:

We couldn’t hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were chasing us.

John Beilman: On 4 October 2017, Beilman, 60, shot and killed his severely-disabled 27-year-old daughter in the backyard of their Fairport, New York home before turning the gun on himself. There is no connection between that tragedy and the Las Vegas massacre — a link between the two deadly incidents was established exclusively by disreputable conspiracy sites like WhatDoesItMean. According to RationalWiki, the work on that web site is of such quality that “even other conspiracy nutters don’t think much of it.”

The seventh “key witness” included on Neon Nettle’s list is the shooter himself, Stephen Paddock. After shooting at the crowd for 10 minutes, Paddock turned his weapon on himself. Of course Paddock wasn’t a “witness.” He was the perpetrator. He was included in the list perhaps as an effort to ramp up the cloak-and-dagger effect or simply beef up the body count — Neon Nettle implied there had been suspicious circumstances for his death as well:

Reports varied about how Paddock was killed with some initial statements saying he was killed in a police shootout, with the “official” story now saying he turned a weapon on himself.

According to police radio traffic which can be found archived at Broadcastify, Paddock did not exchange gunfire with police. When they breached the door and went inside, Paddock was already down.

Upon further searching for the initial post, found on Neon Nettle rather than the other site (?), another friend found this article, archived.

One month on from the Las Vegas shooting massacre on October 1st, and we still have no satisfactory answers for horrific events that took place at the Route 91 Harvest music festival.The mainstream media has all but given up on reporting on the attacks, now that it seems as though the public has swallowed the "lone wolf" shooter narrative, that claims Stephen Paddock acted alone in killing 59 people and injuring hundreds more.In the month that followed the incident, a staggering seven key witnesses have died in very suspicious circumstances.Of all of those seven people, every single one of them had something in common, other than being there during the shooting: They all had information on the attack that contradicted the "official" narrative.What's even more suspicious is that four of those seven eyewitnesses had given accounts that stated there was more than one shooter, and others died before they had a chance to speak.

As the MSM and sits back, safe in the knowledge it pushed the failing "lone wolf"shooter narrative onto the public, people who hold vital information about the actual events that took place are being silenced.One common thread between these seven people is that their version of events offers fresh insight into what really happened, and some of them were giving eyewitness statements that directly conflicted with the story being pushed by the mainstream media and law enforcement officials.Let's take a look at each of the dead witnesses one by one and examine their conflicting perspectives.

The latest eyewitnesses to die was a married couple from California called Dennis and Lorraine Carver, whose car suddenly veered off the road outside their home and crashed into a gate.Their car exploded on impact and killed both of them instantly.

After escaping from the Las Vegas attacks unharmed, they later told how they were lucky to be alive.Mrs. Carver described how her husband protected her from the "shooters" by shielding them inside a beer refrigerator until it was safe to run.After they managed to escape successfully, Lorraine posted updates on Facebook to let friends and family know they made it out ok, saying:

“I think the shooters have gone”

Other than saying there were "shooters" during the attack, the Carvers weren't perhaps as vocal as some other witnesses, and you may just write their deaths off as a bizarre coincidence if it wasn't for the loss of Mr. Carver's phone... Suspicions were raised much further, when a week after the fatal crash, the couple's eldest daughter, Brooke Carver, received an item carrying memories of her 52-year-old father through the post.During the confusion of the shooting, he had lost his phone that was full of photos and videos from the night of the attack.His phone had somehow ended up in the FBI's possession, but a Las Vegas agent promised to ship the phone back to him."When we turned it on, all his photos and messages were still there," Brooke said The question is though, why did the FBI take three weeks to return the phone?It has been widely reported that the phones and laptops of eyewitnesses were confiscated and wiped by the FBI, so why was Mr. Carver's phone returned seemingly intact?Brooke Carver says "all his photos and messages were still there," but how would she know if anything had been deleted, as she wouldn't have seen what was on the phone before the FBI had it.Could the Carver's have captured something they shouldn't have? Perhaps unknowingly? Remember, Dennis Carver lost his phone during the chaos of the massacre, so it's unlikely he would've reviewed his images and videos from the night as his phone was only returned a week after he was killed.

In the same week, the Carvers were killed, 35-year-old Danny Contreras was brutally executed in an abandoned house in Las Vegas.His body was found in a vacant home in the northeastern valley after a woman heard a man groaning from inside the building and raised the alarm.Police say Contreras was dead when they arrived to investigate at the 5800 block of East Carey Avenue, near North Nellis Boulevard, and had died as the result of several gunshot wounds.Mr. Contreras tweeted the day after the attacks saying he was "lucky to be alive" after he was "chased by two gunmen."

His social media post from his Twitter account, which has since been suspended by Twitter, that was shared several times said:

"Feeling lcky to be alive. cant beleive i got out of concert alive! 2 men chasing me with guns. not evry 1 so lcky."

Chad Nishimura was a valet worker from the Mandalay Bay hotel, who parked the suspected Las Vegas shooting gunman's car, and gave an interview saying Stephen Paddock was a "normal guy" who "didn't have many bags".Nishimura gave a statement to ABC affiliate, KITV4 News, but the article was later pulled from the network's website.After his account was published, Nishimura disappeared and all of his social media accounts were deleted with his friends and coworkers saying he was"totally unreachable".After finally resurfacing two weeks after he vanished, the young hotel worker was shot dead outside a church in, what police claim looks like, a "botched robbery."

At the scene, churchgoers told police when they rushed outside after hearing the gunshot, they didn’t see any suspects or cars leaving the area. Chad Nishimura's account seems to prove that Paddock didn't carry bags of heavy machine guns and other deadly weapons up to his room.One of the biggest gaps in the official story is how he couldnt've taken all those weapons up to his room and remain completely undetected. Nishimura's report of "normal guy" Paddock arriving at the hotel without much luggage totally scratches that theory.

28-year-old Kymberley Suchomel is perhaps the most well-publicized death following the massacre. Suchomel managed to escape the massacre, at the Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, uninjured but made a public statement describing the attacks and how they were carried out by multiple gunmen that were firing weapons into the crowd.Her post on Facebook quickly went viral as it confirmed what many had already suspected: The mainstream media "official" narrative that Stephen Paddock was a "lone wolf" gunman was false. She said multiple gunmen were not only firing weapons in the crowd but chasing people and gunning them down.

About a week after she gave this account, she was found dead at her Apple Valley home.According to her grandmother Julie Norton, Mrs. Suchomel had died in her sleep, saying:

"I believe the stress from the shooting took her life."

Shortly after news of her death broke, evidence emerged that Kymberley Suchomel had been in touch with other Las Vegas survivors who had also witnessed multiple shooters.

She had been collaborating with other eyewitnesses with the intention of exposing the truth behind the shooting and shining a light on the mainstream media's cover-up of the events.

John Beilman was one of the first vital witnesses to die, in relation to the Las Vegas shooting, when he killed himself and his disabled daughter in a horrific murder-suicide.John Beilman was wanted for questioning by federal agents in connection with a communications device discovered in suspected shooter Stephen Paddock's hotel room.

Investigators searched Beilman's Fairport home the day before he shot his severely disabled daughter and himself, according to sources close to the investigation.Agents executed a search warrant and raided Beilman's Williamsburg Drive home the day before he took his daughter, Nicole, into the backyard and shot her and then himself in the head with a 12-gauge shotgun.

(Aside from the poster: how do you shoot yourself in the head with a 12-gauge shotgun? The barrel alone ranges from 18-28 inches. I don’t know about you, but I’d have a hard time aiming something three feet long at myself and balancing it well enough to pull the trigger, but whatever, I guess. There’s a reason people question Kurt Cobain’s suicide, not that I claim to be an expert on that.)

Quite possibly the most crucial witness of them all was killed during the attack: Stephen Paddock. Reports varied about how Paddock was killed with some initial statements saying he was killed in a police shootout, with the "official" story now saying he turned a weapon on himself. Without the suspected shooter's statement, we may never truly know why he was in the room with all those weapons. Whether this series of disturbing deaths and disappearances are purely coincidental or whether there is something deeply sinister afoot has yet to be determined.In cases like these, however, there's no such thing as coincidence.

I’ll admit, this does sound a touch conspiracy theory-ish. But even if none of it were true, it still does raise some questions. Why did it take so long for them to find the shooter? Why was the shooter able to shoot from so far away, diagonally across the street, and kill so many people? There’s so much wrong with the story we hear on the news (or don’t hear anymore, rather) that it’s hard not to wonder about it all to begin with.

Here’s another article on Danny Contreras:

The Las Vegas man found dead in a vacant home in the northeastern valley has been identified by the Clark County coroner.

Police said 35-year-old Danny Contreras was found dead at 7:05 a.m. Monday.

A woman who thought she heard a man groaning had called 911 requesting a welfare check on the 5800 block of East Carey Avenue, near North Nellis Boulevard.

Contreras died of multiple gunshot wounds, and the coroner ruled his death a homicide.

Based on Contreras’ tattoos, Metropolitan Police Department homicide Lt. Dan McGrath said it is possible he had gang ties. But McGrath said the initial investigation showed that the killing likely was related to narcotics rather than gang activity.

Residents on the street described the northeast Las Vegas home as a “problem place with possible drug activity in and out of the home,” McGrath said.

There were no witnesses to the shooting. Neighbors said they did not hear any gunshots, but told detectives that they had heard arguing and a dog barking.

The death was the 207th homicide in the county this year, and the 184th investigated by Metro. Those numbers include the 58 shooting deaths during the Oct. 1 attack on the Strip.

Anyone with information about Monday’s homicide may call Metro at 702-828-3521 or Crime Stoppers at 702-385-5555.

And, of course, if you know something nobody else knows about the death of Danny Contreras, please drop them a tip. No matter what actually happened to him, it’s tragic and justice needs to be served.

This one is about Kymberley Suchomel:

Kymberley Suchomel, a survivor of the Las Vegas shooting who claimed there were multiple gunmen involved in the shooting, has been found dead. She was 28.

Suchomel was not injured during the shooting at the Route 91 music festival, and died suddenly in the early hours of Monday at her Apple Valley home, according to her grandmother, Julie Norton, who explained to SeaCoast Online that Kymberley must have died at some point during the four hours she was alone in the house.

Norton found Suchomel just after 8:30 a.m. when she arrived to care for her 3-year-old great-granddaughter. Suchomel’s husband Mike had left for work earlier that morning at 4:30 a.m.

Days after the shooting, Kymberley Suchomel explained to the Victorville Daily Presshow she and her friends escaped with their lives as bullets rained down “from all angles” on the 20,000 concertgoers on Oct. 1.

Suchomel was also vocal about the fact there was “more than one gunman” involved in the attack, speaking out repeatedly and claiming that Las Vegas police and mainstream media were not providing the public with a truthful account of what happened.

“Every single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and at least one from the ground- why aren’t we being taken more seriously? Tons of things don’t add up,” she wrote on Facebook.

“I have been watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my family. And it just doesn’t make sense. The story that are feeding everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts. There is something wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask me.”

Explaining that she called her husband and grandmother to warn them she was in a shooting and might not make it out alive, Suchomel wrote, “The gunfire wasn’t stopping this whole time. It wasn’t ceasing. It wasn’t slowing down. And It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. 

“But I know, I just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got. I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing.

“100% more than one.”

Kymberley Suchomel’s grandmother confirmed that she was in good health. Though she suffered from focal epilepsy, it is understood that the condition is rarely life threatening.

The news comes days after a Mandalay Bay valet, who parked Stephen Paddock’s car when he checked in, has mysteriously disappeared after giving an interview to mainstream media in which he insisted the suspected shooter was “a normal guy” and “didn’t have many bags.”

Valet disappeared

Chad Nishimura, a long term employee of Mandalay Bay, gave the interview to Moanike’ala Nabarro, a reporter for Hawaiian ABC affiliate, KITV4 News.

The article has now been deleted from the KITV4 News website after it appeared to go against the official narrative that “lone wolf” gunman Paddock managed to smuggle enough guns for a small army into his hotel suite completely unnoticed by staff or security personnel monitoring the hotel’s CCTV.

KITV4 have so far refused to explain why their article was suddenly scrubbed from their website, or if they were acting under outside orders.

Security guard disappeared

The news of Kymberley Suchomel’s sudden death also comes as Fox News reportsthat “hero” security guard Jesus Campos “disappeared” minutes before he was due to appear on Sean Hannity’s program as a featured guest.

The network is at a loss to explain Campos’s disappearance. Hannity did not mention Jesus Campos or his no-show during the program, and responded to queries on Twitter about what happened by saying “He cancelled.”

This one gives a touch of background on Jesus Campos’ situation before his death:

MGM paying for hotel stay for Las Vegas shooting witness Jesus Campos

Mandalay Bay security officer Jesus Campos has been staying at an MGM Resorts International property at the company’s expense following the Oct. 1 shooting on the Strip, the Las Vegas Review-Journal has learned.

As a result, some veteran trial lawyers are questioning the company’s gesture and potential influence over Campos, a key witness in the criminal investigation and civil litigation against MGM Resorts.

Campos accepted the paid hotel stay for his own protection after he was identified Oct. 4 as the officer shot by the gunman the night of the massacre, Campos’ lawyer, Frank Flansburg III, told the newspaper Thursday.

The 25-year-old security officer was shot in the leg while approaching the suite from which the gunman opened fire. Campos’ account of the shooting has grown in importance since Las Vegas police made multiple changes to the timeline of the shooting, which killed 58 people.

“There’s a suspicion that they are trying to shape his testimony and don’t want him to provide information to the public about the incident,” said Las Vegas attorney Will Kemp, who rose to national prominence while suing the MGM Grand after its deadly fire in 1980. “Obviously, they want him to come out with a version of the timeline that’s favorable to them.”

Another veteran trial lawyer, Robert Eglet, said the company’s decision to shelter Campos from the public could backfire.

“Potentially, if they are influencing him in any way on his testimony, it’s reasonable for people to suspect that they could be engaging and trying to control what his testimony or what his statement would be,” he said.

Eglet’s firm, which has won multimillion-dollar jury verdicts against large corporations, surveyed the crime scene and took aerial photographs, and it has a team of investigators dissecting the shooting. Several victims and their relatives have retained Eglet for possible lawsuits against MGM Resorts, he said.

‘Unwanted attention’

Flansburg said Campos has spent most of his time at an MGM property since his name became public, except for several days in Mexico on a pre-planned and company-approved trip to visit family.

“Following the tragedy, Mr. Campos’ name was publicly released, resulting in extensive and intrusive media attention,” Flansburg said. “Because of the unwanted attention days after the event, MGM Resorts offered Mr. Campos lodging for his privacy and protection, which Mr. Campos accepted and appreciated.”

MGM Resorts Senior Vice President Alan Feldman also confirmed Thursday that the gaming company has provided accommodations for Campos.

“When his name became public, Jesus was inundated with media coming to his home,” Feldman said. “Out of concern for our employee’s safety, we provided a room for him. This was a very unusual circumstance, and our first and only concern was his safety.”

Flansburg said law enforcement officers interviewed Campos at the hospital and approved his trip to Mexico. He has been available to investigators since returning to the country.

Larry Hadfield, a spokesman for the Metropolitan Police Department, declined to answer questions about how many times police have interviewed Campos and whether investigators have concerns that MGM is keeping him under wraps.

“He is a victim in this investigation, and he is cooperating,” Hadfield said.

Travel to Mexico

Campos, who has had trouble sleeping since the shooting, left Las Vegas for Mexico on Oct. 6 to spend time with family members there and returned the evening of Oct. 8, Flansburg said. Campos returned to an MGM property when he came back and was still being housed by the company as of Thursday afternoon.

Security officers have often stood guard at his house.

“He went from being a private citizen with no attention to suddenly being in the spotlight, and it was overwhelming while he was trying to recover from the tragedy,” Flansburg said in an interview.

Flansburg said Campos, who was born in Southern California before moving to Las Vegas as a teenager, is aware that he will be dealing with the shooting for a long time, but he is anxious to return to his home and attempt to live a normal life.

He was the first to encounter gunman Stephen Paddock at his Mandalay Bay suite on the night of Oct. 1. Paddock shot him in the leg through the door.

About the same time, the shooter began firing at roughly 22,000 people across the street at the Route 91 Harvest music festival.

Unique position

Campos is uniquely positioned to answer questions about the hotel’s response to the shootings and discrepancies about how long it took police to breach the shooter’s hotel room door.

“If they’re putting him up at one of their resorts, then somebody has some explaining to do,” veteran Las Vegas lawyer Rob Murdock said. “My concern is that they may be trying to have an improper influence with a witness.”

But Murdock, who handled lawsuits tied to the 2007 hepatitis C outbreak in Las Vegas, said it also is possible that MGM has an “innocent” motivation to take care of one of its employees.

Chicago attorney Robert Clifford shared that view.

“Here’s a man who just witnessed one of the most dramatic episodes a human being could witness, and they’re trying to do the right thing to protect him from the hyper paparazzi-type environment that must be swirling around this tragedy,” said Clifford, a key lawyer in the litigation stemming from the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

Longtime Las Vegas defense attorney Thomas Pitaro said he sees nothing wrong with the way MGM has handled Campos.

“As long as police are satisfied with the access they’re getting to him, I don’t see it as a problem,” Pitaro said. “They’re doing what they should be doing, taking care of their employee.”

Former federal prosecutor Paul Padda, who handles both civil and criminal cases, agreed.

“While the public and victims deserve answers, Mr. Campos deserves to feel safe,” Padda said. “To that end, it may well be that MGM is trying to help its employee. At some point, the courts will need to sort all of this out, and it is too early to jump to any conclusions.”

But Clifford said MGM eventually will have to return Campos to independent living so the company cannot be accused of attempting to influence him.

Campos faces scrutiny

Southern California lawyers Richard Bridgford and Patrick McNicholas — who are part of a team of lawyers suing MGM on behalf of victims — said their group will be aggressively pursuing information about Campos for the civil cases.

“Campos is a material witness in an ongoing investigation,” Bridgford said. “We will certainly want to know the details of where he stayed, why he disappeared, who paid for his stay and, most importantly, what if anything he was told and by whom. It goes to the credibility of the witness, his bias and the ever-changing timeline we are being provided.”

McNicholas described the lodging arrangement between MGM and Campos as “very disconcerting” and said the security officer will be the focus of “intense scrutiny” as the lawsuits proceed through the court system.

Campos appeared on “The Ellen DeGeneres Show” last week after he had dodged planned interviews with five news programs.

As questions swirled about his whereabouts, MGM released a statement that said, “Jesus Campos wants to tell his story at a time and place of his choosing. He’s asked that everyone respect his request for privacy. We could not be more proud of Jesus.”

Later that day, DeGeneres announced she had landed an interview with Campos.

In the days after the shootings, Clark County Sheriff Joe Lombardo revised the timeline of events. Initially, Lombardo said Paddock shot Campos after he began shooting at the crowd.

Then the sheriff reversed course and said Paddock shot Campos minutes before firing on the crowd. MGM publicly contested that account. Finally, Lombardo said Paddock shot Campos at about the same time he started shooting at concertgoers.

DeGeneres did not ask Campos any questions about the timeline during her interview with him, and Campos has not granted any other interviews.

[katysthoughts]

its been a while since i posted on here i think. and quite a bit has happened. the day after i last posted (friday) i didnt go into school because moving was too painful and i was physically EXHAUSTED. i argued with my mum a lot that morning too and what she said still hasnt been removed from my memory. i wont go into detail but she as good as called me selfish and said that i dont want to get better because i dont make the effort. i dont really know what to say about that. but basically, i slept the ENTIRE day and it made me feel a bit better over all. i also finished your lie in april that night and wow i cried. over that weekend i watched an entire kdrama (16 episodes) and went through a whole wave of emotions. it was great though, 10/10 would recommend weightlifting fairy kim bok joo. monday hurt like a bitch and i basically had to care for a girl with alcohol poisoning when i could barely move my own limbs so that was fun. 👨‍👦 has gone back to practically bullying me even though he stopped for a few days. now if anything he has gotten worse with the constant asian jokes (which piss me the fuck off. he makes it out like i have a fucking asian fetish when no, i enjoy south east asian entertainment. thats all. i dont say "ill only date asian guys/girls" or "asia is the best" bla bla bla. i listen to kpop, watch kdrama and watch anime. is that a fucking crime? i was bullied all though primary school, and to this very day im hated on for my own interests that literally have nothing to do with other people. apparently its a crime to like things. and GOD FORBID i ever find somethign that ACTUALLY makes me happy. because whenever i do (kdrama/pop and anime) i get bullied the shit out of and made to feel like its a crime until im too scared to fucking like anything) that bracket was long im sorry. i had an art trip on wednesday which was shit, apart from the fact i spent the entire day with ☀️ and i feel like i got a lot closer to her than normal, and we were both really relaxed where as things seem to be forced and awkward in school. we really clicked and idk... she really seemed like a best friend then. like, really. and thursday 👨‍👦's shitty jokes got worse to the point i nearly fuckign cried and i remember the exact one thta did it. i was sat in the corner in the practice room, and 👨‍👦 was saying something about being depressed and shit. then he said something along the lines of (context: was previously talking about self harm)"... youll make me do what katy does" *me and 🐋 instantly snap our heads towards each other* "sit in the corner and listen to asian music" *me and zoe half sigh* "which is way more depressing than self harming" i. nearly. cried. i instantly pulled my shirt into my hand and started fiddling and jfc tried not to cry. like. why the FUCK???? would??? you??? say??? that??? especially about someone you knew has anxiety, depression and wants to kill herself. and he isnt even nearly close enough to make those sorts of jokes about me. how dare he. and what makes it worse is that ive been shing since i was 12 years old. ive stopped and started a lot and yaknow... i do it now. touchy subject mate. please dont make jokes about it. thursday was parents evening and basically all of my teachers just told me to revise revise revise. it was pretty boring apart from my mum FALLING IN LOVS WITH MY RE TEACHER. she flat out told me that yeah, im capable of an a-a* in re, and only achieved a b in my mock which was disappointing, but she told me it was because of me missing so many lessons because of my anxiety. AND THEN TOLD ME THAT MY MENTAL HEALTH COMES BEFORE EVERYTHIGN ELSE. SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE CARES MORE ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH THAN MY GRADES AND SAID THAT IF EVER I NEED A TIME OUT I CAN SIT IN HER OFFICE OR IN A CLASSROOM COMPLETELY ALONE, EVEN WITHOUT TEACHERS NS WHERE NO ONE WALKS PAST AND GET ON WITH STUFF IN THERE. SHE PROMISED SHE WILLL DO WHATEVER SHE CAN TO HELP AND SAID SHE HAS NEVER OFFERED THAT TO ANYONE EVER BEFORE. NO OTHER TEACHER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH BUT SHE WAS LOVELY AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE IS MY FAVE WHAT AN ANGEL. but my mum fell in love with her and although the rest of parents evening (and that whole night) was pretty shit, that made me feel not useless and unwanted so yay! then friday wasnt too bad apart from drop down re day all afternoon but it was whatever. this morning was just weird bc i woke up to a man in my room fitting a sky box but whatever lmaoooooo. and today me and my mum watched loads of BTS videos, did bts quizzes and then went to watch fantastic beasts again bc we wanted yo do something together. i was incredibly anxious the whole way through and needed to pee, but the movie was still great 10/10. DID I MENTION I LOVE MY BEST FRIENDS?!?!?!?!?! I CHANGED MY PROFILE PICTURE ON FACEBOOK TODAY AND 🐋&🎏 COMMENTED AND WERE REALLY NICE AND I NEARLY CRIED WHAT DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE SUCH ANGELS AS MY BEST FRIENDS FFS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH JESUS. 🎏 also messaged me just saying "ur freaking gorgeous" AMD I STARTED TO TEAR UP FOR REAL WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. IVE BEEN FEELING SHIT AND WANTIGN TO DIE AND SHE COMES ALONG JUST COMPLIMENTING ME AND OMG.... SHES THE KIND WHO COMPLIMENTS AND MEANS IT BC SHES HONEST. AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I MISS HER. I NEED TO MEET HER SOON OMGGGGGG 🎏🎏🎏 but yeah, idk what else to say... urm... i left a lot out bc its been a loooong week but yeah no one reads this anyway so whatever. bye~