#like i'm sure it's just a continuity error in reality

[nirikeehan]

i will never, ever get over the fact that apparently Samson grants himself a lordship

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Helping Husband Nanami! Unwind

Author's Note: This scrumptious gem graced my timeline today, and I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Do yourself a favor and follow the artist on Twitter, and while you're at it, check out her Patreon—it's totally worth it! (Artist & Her Patreon)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, handjob (m! receiving), oral (m! receiving), pet names, role-play (prostitution), public sex

word count: 2k

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Nanami was the epitome of dedication, tirelessly clocking in countless hours at the office to ensure his sweet wife lived in the lap of luxury. He was a gentleman in every sense. Yet, sometimes, this relentless work ethic could be his Achilles' heel.

Stress was making its unwelcome presence known in Nanami, with shadows deepening under his honey-gold eyes and the weight of the world pressing down on his broad shoulders. He was beat. After surviving yet another grueling twelve-hour shift, he was at his limit. All he craved was to return home to you, his loving wife.

And as his loving wife, you couldn't miss the signs. You saw how he would collapse into bed like stone after a long day, too exhausted to even finish his dinner. You heard the frustrated groans as he dragged himself out of bed each morning. But most importantly, you felt the strain in your bedroom.

Not to say Nanami wasn't satisfying you—quite the opposite, he was only satisfying you.

Despite his exhaustion, his touch was tender yet fervent, his kisses a mix of urgency and devotion. He'd make sure to lap at your cunt each night, with his talented tongue. Letting you know just how much he loved you, how he put your needs above his own. But that was exactly it—what about him? It worried you to no end; all you wanted to do was make sure your husband was happy. Seeing him give so much of himself, you felt a uncomfortable combination of gratitude and concern. You wanted to reciprocate, to show him the same level of care and passion. You longed to ease his burdens, to be his sanctuary just as he was yours. The thought of him carrying all that weight alone tugged at your heart, and you resolved to find a way to bring balance, to ensure he was taken care of as well.

Which was exactly why you weren't at home, playing the doting wife as always, but leaning up against his car hood, dressed in something completely out of character for you.

Fishnets, Daisy Duke shorts, and a tank top that hugged every curve clung to your body, making you a walking temptation. You watched your husband approach the car through glittery, half-lidded eyes. Letting out an exaggerated whistle, you purred, "Well, hello handsome," catching your husband's eyes.

He was just a few steps away, his furrowed brows and confused smile giving away his exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes were still visible, and his button-up shirt was slightly wrinkled. It had clearly been another long day for him, and you were ready to melt away all that stress. But you couldn't do it as his wife; no, you needed to become someone else entirely. You had to offer him an escape from reality.

"What're you doing here, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice gruff and drawn out. His hair was still neatly groomed, and oh, you wanted to make a mess of that. Make a mess of him. "Also, I'm not one to tell you what to wear, but this is different." His eyes roamed your body, lingering over your breasts to the tips of your black heels. He was right, this was different.

"Mmhm, you like?" You bite down on your glossy, plump bottom lip. Nanami swallowed hard.

"Just a girl trying to make some money tonight," you continue, against the hood of his car. Your elbows prop you up, pushing out your breasts that were practically spilling out. "Ah, I see," he murmured. His eyes, though shadowed with exhaustion, now swam with an almost predatory hunger that swirled in the depths of his amber gaze.

You giggled at the fact that your husband was playing along with your little game, as he always did. Though tonight wasn't for you; no, it was all for him. Placing your delicate palm against Nanami's sculpted chest, he shivered for a moment. That was new.

"So, Mister, would you like to help a girl out and make use of my services?" Your voice was hot and breathy as you slowly undid the first button of his dress shirt. Nanami's eyes tracked the movement of your perfectly manicured fingers, lingering on the way they teased each button. A surprising rose-tint spread across his cheeks, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a vulnerable flush. You could get drunk off of him.

"What kind of man would I be if I didn't help a pretty girl like you out?" Nanami chuckled, a bit sheepish, as he fumbled with the car keys, finally managing to unlock the doors. Seeing such a strong, composed man acting so coy made your thighs clench. This outfit and role were really doing it for him, huh?

After hearing the car beep, you quickly pulled both yourself and your husband inside, sliding into the backseat. It was a tight fit, with Nanami's broad frame hovering over you, his arms and legs straddling your body. The closeness made you acutely aware of just how much bigger he was than you. Instinctively, his mouth found your neck, immediately shifting into husband mode. But tonight, you wouldn't let him neglect his own needs just to please you.

"Stop," you groan, fighting the urge to let Nanami do what he normally does. He immediately pulls away, his eyes filled with worry. He searches yours for answers but only finds eyes brimming with lust. "No touching, you're paying for my services, remember?" you giggle, pressing against his chest to flip him over. Now, you were on top, straddling his lap. His heavy cock pressed against you, straining against the confines of his trousers, yearning to be free. The two of you were panting, the heat between you making the car windows fog up. You were lucky the parking garage was deserted at this hour.

"I, uh, sweetheart…" he stammered, struggling to find the words as you mirrored his earlier actions. Your mouth traced a path from his neck down to the exposed part of his collarbone, licking and sucking gently. Lips parted and teeth against skin. You couldn't help but think, God, you needed to do this more often.

His hips jerked against yours, causing the both of you to throb with want. The fabric of your shorts was already damp, barely able to contain the heat building between you. Your hands roamed down his muscular frame, your fingers tease as they reached the zipper of his trousers. You fumbled with it, the anticipation making your breath hitch. His low groan in your ear sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed closer, feeling the urgency of his need matching your own.

"Please let me touch you, just a little," he pleaded, his grip tightening on the leather seat, veins on his arms standing out. The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. You had made Nanami Kento, usually so proper, whine like a slut. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, reveling in the power you held in that moment.

"Here, you can get a kiss, but it'll cost you extra," you laugh, pressing your open mouth to his. The kiss was sloppy, tongues intertwining with a fervor that made your head spin. His mouth was hot, and he tasted delectable—an unexpected blend of mint and cinnamon. You were melting into him. "Nghhh, sweet girl, let me touch you..." Nanami's voice was trembling, his restraint barely holding on. This was absolute torture for him; he wasn't used to being the one pampered.

"No," Your fingers hooked onto the belt loops of his khaki trousers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking precum. A frustrated moan caught in his throat as he waited for you to do something, anything.

His cock was pretty, more so than usual tonight. It was a darker shade of pink, thick and pulsing, with veins prominently visible at the base, likely from all the accumulated stress. Nanami hadn't cum in the past two weeks, so naturally, he was this pent up. His cock was so tempting, begging for attention.

As you wrapped your glossy lips around the tip, Nanami's hips jerked involuntarily, aching for more. The desire to thrust into the back of your throat and make a mess of your slutty makeup consumed him, but Nanami, being the gentleman he was, forced himself still. After all, he wouldn't want to harm his lovely wife, right?

But that's not what you wanted. You wanted Nanami to take out all his anger, all his stress, all his bad days on you. To defile you in a way he would a slut. That's who you were tonight, right? No longer his wife, but the whore he needed.

"Don't hold back, use me," you groaned against his cock, your mouth still wrapped sweetly around it. Drool dribbled down as you pleaded for him to let go. Getting Nanami to be rough was like asking to be struck by lightning—rare, but when it happened, it was electrifyingly intense.

"Such a dirty girl," without hesitation, Nanami began to buck his hips, driving his cock deep into your throat. Your mouth watered, saliva pooling at the base of his needy cock. He was so thick, making it a struggle not to gag. "Such a good whore for me," Tears welled up in your eyes, and your cheeks hollowed as you fought to keep up with his relentless pace.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" He kept repeating, babbling at this point as he used your mouth. He was drunk on pleasure, feeling the plush, wet insides of your mouth and the back of your throat. The sensation was overpowering for him, and you could see it in the way his body shuddered and groans flying from his mouth. It felt so good watching him writhe in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. His hands gripped your hair tighter, guiding you as he continued to lose himself in you. The sight of him so vulnerable only fueled your urge to push him further into this blissful state.

You began to hum as he thrust into you, the vibrations around his length driving him insane. He let out the most beautiful grunt, a sound that sent jolts straight to your dripping cunt. You could tell he was close; his movements were becoming erratic and more forceful, causing you to gag and choke each time he hit the back of your throat. Perfect. He needed this release, and so did you. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and now you were desperate to taste him, to feel that connection you had been craving.

"Sweetheart, I can't," he breathed out, his legs stiffening and back arching slightly, plunging him deeper into your throat. His tip was bruising your throat by now, but you didn't care. You needed to see your husband come undone. Using a free hand to grip the base of his length, you began to pump up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. You were going to send him into a spiral, make him regret not being more selfish these last two weeks, make him wish he'd never taken that overtime at the stupid office.

"Gonna come," he winced, the words dragging out as his handsome face contorted in pleasure. Nanami's grip tightened on the back of your head, thrusting his length into your throat with desperation. You could definitely feel the bruises forming, but the feeling only heightened the moment. His hot, salty cum erupted into your throat, filling your mouth and leaving you with barely any time to savor its taste. The sheer force of his release made your eyes water and throat flex, but you reveled in the raw, filthiness. As he pulled back, you licked your lips, catching the last remnants of him, a satisfied smirk playing on your face.

His mouth agape, cheeks flushed, and eyes completely spent as he was panting to catch his breath. You completely wrecked him. "God, you're...incredible," he managed to say between shallow breaths, still reeling from his orgasm. The sight of him so messy only made you want to see him like this again and again. You could see the way his muscled chest heaved, each rise and fall a testament to the pleasure you had just given him. His hands, which had been gripping you with such fervor, now lay limp at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if still remembering the feel of you.

As he slowly regained his composure, a lazy smile spread across his face. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with sincerity.

"Now, how much extra for another kiss?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"It's on the house,"

[gojosprettyprincess]

Satoru sharing you with his best friend ໑ৎ

A/n I'm sorry for any errors i wrote this at 2am :3

"Such a nasty fucking slut aren't you baby? Enjoying my best friend eating my load out of this greedy cunt while I watch, what a dirty girl" his infamous smirk plastered on his features, looking down at your fuck out expression on his lap as Suguru's slurps on your dripping cunt while he's on his knees, two fingers stuffing your hole while he's lapping your wet folds. It was absolutely filthy, Gojo decided to let Suguru witness him fuck you silly so he can visually see how to properly fuck a girl since he recently got in a newly established relationship and well, he doesn't have that much experience on how to pleasure his girlfriend but honestly, there was no fucking way you could even tell anyways cause God he sure knew how to work his tongue.

Geto pulls away with a grin while he drills his fingers in and out of you, "Damn you weren't wrong Satoru, her cunt is so fucking good, so sweet and tasty" he smirks looking up at his best friend while dragging his tongue over his lips to lick up your juices. You cunt clenching around his fingers due to the lewd praise from your boyfriend’s beat friend.

"See I fucking told you sugu", Gojo gives him a cocky grin while bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit while Geto continues fingerfucking you, he watches how your legs start shaking as your moans gets louder and louder.

"She's also so fucking sensitive, aren't you princess?", he obviously knew there was no way your gonna respond or say anything, it was just too much, earlier Gojo fucked you so fucking hard and good it didn't even feel like reality anymore, then not long after he stuffed your cunt full with his cream, Gojo made a brave suggestion that Geto should clean it up as a joke well look what that resulted to, tears stepping out of your eyes, it was so much, Geto was eating your cunt like a homeless man that just gotten his favorite meal that he haven't ate in a long time, ravishing and exploring your wet pussy with his tongue, hell he was even kissing and making out with it and you couldn't do anything about it because of the strong grip Satoru has on your thighs to keep you firmed, you’re on the verge of cumming, but the thing is, this time it felt so weird and different.

"Ohmygodohmygod fuckk!" you cried out as if you were panicking, "what is it pretty girl, are you gonna cum or does it feel that good?" Suguru asked, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions as he increased his pace, curling and scissoring his fingers against your tight velvet walls. God, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He looked up to Gojo and it was like they can read each other's minds or something, Gojo started thumbing your clit faster, the loud squeak of your wet cunny along with your uncontrollable moans filling the room as they continued overstimulating you. Suguru brings his hand up to pinch your nipples while Gojo goes closer to you to suck on the other.

"Uughh fuckkk" you hiccupped as your eyes roll back, body arch against Gojo's chest, a cold shiver hits your spine as you felt something wet circling your puckered hole, Suguru's tongue swirling around your tight sensitive hole while it winks and flutters against the pad of his tongue, fuck you never felt so intense before, it was just crazy.

"I'm cumming! Im cumminggg!" you screamed, eyes rolling back as you felt some type of liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto Geto's face and all over his hair but that obviously he didn't stop him one bit, matter a fact it motivated him, both of them smiling at each other as Suguru pounds his fingers into you at an impossible pace, your clit practically numb from Gojo playing with it. After they were both satisfied with ruining you, Suguru sucked up your juices and cleaned your dirty cunt with his tongue.

"Didn't think the first time you'd squirt would be with me and my best friend?, What a little dirty slut you are, sweetheart" Gojo whispers in your ears before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"So, ya think you know how to please a woman now?" your boyfriend questions Suguru, looking at him with a sly smirk.

"I don't know man I thinkkk I need more visuals and experiments if that's alright with you" Suguru grins teasingly at his friend, hoping he understands what he meant.

"Of course bro, that's fine by me, thats what best friends are for". Gojo winks at him playfully.

[bg-brainrot]

Have you ever wanted to give Astarion more hugs? Because I did. So I wrote 34K words just to give him more hugs. It's Hugs for a Vampire, literally just uploaded the last chapter.

It's my first finished long fic ever and I feel this weird little pride so I wanted to gush about it. Please enjoy a few of my favorite snippets below (spans the game so beware spoilers), but this thing has a bit of everything.

You want figuring out boundaries? You got it!

You’re not sure how much of it is a choice that you’ve consciously made or if it’s born of your underlying worry. It hasn’t been long since you entered this new phase in your relationship, and the past couple of weeks have been a lot of trial and error to get to a place of some comfort and understanding. As such, you know exactly why you’ve been careful, consciously or not. “I don’t want to touch you if you’re not ready for it,” you say, tilting your head toward his, whispering your words away from the rest of the group.

The vampire freezes a moment, his eyebrows knitting into a look of concern. “While I appreciate the sentiment, darling, a hug isn’t exactly carnal .”

You give him a flat look. “Of course it isn’t,” you respond back. “But it’s still… intimate. You should be allowed to decide when that happens. If you hug me, I know you want it to happen.”

Astarion finally uncrosses his arms, only to rub at his temple in exasperation. “Ugh, you’re being disgustingly considerate,” he says, closing his eyes. “It’s times like this that I wonder how we’ve even gotten this far.”

You want a smidge of angst? Of course.

Astarion’s arm around you shifts, an attempt to pull you closer. You turn to face him and lean in to help his efforts. He gives you a sad little grateful smile, and tucks you into his chest, your head resting just below his chin. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, a low rasp to it, “I’m here, dear. We’re in this together.”

Nodding into his chest, you take a few steading breaths. “I know,” you say. “But is it too much to ask for a break every once and a while?”

“Darling,” a cold kiss graces your temple before he continues, “I’ve been asking myself that question for two-hundred years.” His words aren’t meant to elicit sympathy, just reality, and you both soak in it for a while. Laying in each others’ arms, bodies too exhausted to move, spirits too broken to speak, you allow yourself to weep.

You want calling Astarion out on his bullshit? For sure.

“Gods,” he breathes out in anguish. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn’t meet then. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to you…”

You’ve never been above challenging your lover’s sullen moods, facing his avoidances head on. So you stare him down fiercely when you say, “Don’t you avoid this, Astarion. Face it, like you must face them. You would have killed me.”

And just like that, something in him buckles. All of his blustering blown away in the stark reality of his previous life. “I would have killed you.” Astarion’s shoulders bow, his head turns away from you and it’s all you can do to hold back a fierce, rib-shattering embrace.

You want fluff? Hell yeah.

You’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

You want an ending where he doesn't run off on his own and break your heart? It's only natural 😭

Sniffling, tears trailing down your face and onto his neck, you know your voice is barely there. But you need him to know. You whisper to him, “We’re all here for you. You’re safe with us.”

And like a stubborn lock that finally gives, he collapses into you. His full body weight bears down on you, and it’s all you can do to keep from toppling over. Yet you remain solid, fully ready to support him as long as he needs.

Anyway, I just wanted to be excited, if you read this far ty I appreciate you and pls how do I get this vampire man out of my head 🥲

[biaonww]

"Unpromised Forever." michael kaiser based • angst

based on a toxic relation which started off as fwb's. !!!!! plz don't recreate this, and let yourself be ruined by a guy !!!!!

may contain errors, similar content is coincidental.

ps. i tried changing my writing style for this - listen to this with casual by chappell roan / promise by laufey

I love you, which holds a special meaning for everyone. But in your language, it meant always being there. No matter whether in the future or present.

It's a phrase you hold dearly in your heart.

But why can’t Kaiser stay, no matter how much he says it?

He says he can’t promise you forever because you didn’t deserve that from someone like him.

"I can only promise you I’ll be here now,” he suddenly says.

“... why? Do I have to do something for you to stay? or am I doing something wrong? ”

"Am I someone you only want to sleep with at night, then leave in the morning?

You barely mutter those words, so it’s nothing but a soft whisper, while tears begin to fall and won't stop.

“You are not doing anything wrong at all. It’s not your fault. And don't say it like you're only some girl I want to fuck and that I don't care about you. You know I feel the opposite, and I just have tons of matches."

You stay silent, not having the urge to speak anymore.

Your throat was hoarse from all the crying, your eyes were red, and your face was stained with tears.

A few moments pass.

“Baby, look at me.”

"I swear to you, this isn’t your fault. You do not have to do anything for me to stay.”

“But I just want you to be the one." you say, trembling while sobbing.

He wiped away your tears, wanting to make sure that you could see him clearly.

"I would love to be the one, but you are expecting something far too big from someone who’s never been able to fulfill that role.”

Your sobbing echoes through the whole house, but the hurt in your voice that reaches his ears pains his heart greatly.

Your eyes were tightly closed while tears still flowed down your face, as if you refused to believe that.

He brought you in tighter to him, his hands wrapping around you.

He placed his lips on your forehead and kissed it softly.

“Just let it out. cry as long as you need to.”

"I just wanted you to stay.”

“I know.”

"I think the gods hate me.”

“It’s like this is how they’re telling us we can’t be together.”

you say, picking at your hand. a habit you always do to suppress your feelings.

With your words, it made his chest tighten up.

His thumb moved up to your hand and grabbed it, stopping you from picking at your palm.

"I wish and wish, but it won’t bring us together.”

“Don’t be like that.”

You open your eyes and see him bringing your palm to his mouth and kissing where your nails had picked into your skin.

In his eyes, it was all because of him. and so he took responsibility for that.

"I don’t know if I can promise you eternity; I can’t promise you forever, but all I can promise you is now, if that’s okay with you.”

“… okay.”

You agree, because you know it’s the most you can get.

He continues wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. 

You felt like home to him, and that was the best thing.

Your body fits well in his arms, and he didn’t ever want to let go, but the reality was that he would have to.

So he just keeps you in his arms tightly, letting your bodies heat transfer between each other. ....

"I love you a lot,” you point out quietly, “but you don’t need to say it back.”

“Why are you saying I don’t have to say it back? ”

“Because it’ll be harder for me in the future to move on. So the least I can do is cherish this moment.”

He smiled softly and wiped away your remaining tears.

“Then let’s just cherish our moments in the present, shall we?”

But he really loved coming back to you and wrecking you again and again until you two fell into this endless cycle with one another, didn't he? Guess both of you will forever stay casual, until one of you breaks. — fin.

hi guys i'm back xx (i'll probably die and flop watch),, but uh i know it's been awhile and i'm most likely gonna get tag blocked or smth but hope you guys enjoy this!! love y'all mua mua WATCH OUT FOR THE BAND RIN ONE BTW. that's what i'm really proud of

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationships, just cute holiday's fluff!

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Ed Sheeran - Perfect

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I'm not going to say anything, just let me give this lovely man the holiday he deserves (╥﹏╥)♡

art: @kiyoomiya__

— Are you sure I… won't be superfluous?

Another doomed sigh leaves your chest while you put the purchased groceries in a bag, which is held by a drooping Neuvillette, who has been pestering you with the same type of questions all day.

— I told you, this is a family holiday, Neuvi, and you are my family.

— But you invited your friends, and I…

— They're your friends too! — you put your fists on your hips, giving Neuvillette a disapproving look before putting your wallet back in your bag and kindly saying goodbye to the salesman at the bakery. — Don't even think about not coming! If necessary, I know where to look for you, and I'll drag you home by force.

— It will be superfluous, — the lips of the stubborn Chief Judge barely lift noticeably when you interlace his fingers with yours again, continuing your little shopping trip before the New Year.

Even such small things still seem embarrassing to Neuvillette. Is he worthy of just walking around holding your hand like that? You always find it so easy to find a common language with any people, you are always full of energy even in the most depressing circumstances, and you are so kind to him, who barely understands what «family» means in principle. Doesn't it hurt you to realize that it's hard for him to understand your feelings? Although Neuvillette is trying his best. He knows that you are dear to him, he knows that there seems to be no more significant person in his life than a girl who has so recklessly imbued with warm feelings for him, but is that enough?

Is that really enough for you to call him your family?

✧ ✧ ✧

Nauvillette feels such excitement for the first time in his life. His heart is pounding so strangely in his chest. Previously, this muscle pumping blood through his veins trembled only from your presence, which people seem to call a sign of the very feelings that he managed to share with you, but now… is he afraid? Worried? Is he embarrassed to just knock on the door of your house?

You really shouldn't have invited him. But how can he break his promise now?

Therefore, an alarmed man still finds the strength to raise his hand and knock softly twice. There are muffled voices outside the door, your hurried footsteps, sounding louder and clearer every second, almost in sync with the frantic pulse of blood in his ears.

You open the door abruptly.

— Neuvi, you've come!

And everything disappeared. The sounds disappeared, everything around disappeared, even the very concept of time, which froze as soon as you appeared before Neuvillette's mother-of-pearl eyes, remaining the only thing that really exists at this moment. Your hair is slightly disheveled, but neatly gathered, exposing your neck and collarbones peeking out from the neckline of a charming red dress that perfectly accentuates all the curves of your petite body. All the epithets were erased from the mind of the mesmerized Chief Judge, as well as the very concept of beauty, which was rewritten as soon as he saw you. It was hard for him to realize and accept this before, but now he really understands how beautiful you are.

So much so that Neuvillette just freezes, continuing to look into your sparkling eyes, which gradually reflect notes of concern when you don't hear any response from your lover.

— Neuvi? Are you okay? — you tilt your head to the side, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your worried voice intrudes into the bubble detached from reality, in which Neuvillette unwittingly found himself, and his eyebrows suddenly rise, and his face looks as if he remembered something important, now clearing his throat and burying his face in a scarf, hoping that the blush that appeared on his cheeks could justify the evening frost.

— I'm sorry, I was thinking a little.

— I wish I could say this is the first time, — you fake a heavy sigh, then giggle softly and step away from the door, inviting Neuvillette in. — Come on, dinner is ready.

— Thank you for the invitation…

As soon as Neuvillette's foot crosses the threshold of your house, he is immediately enveloped in pleasant warmth and the smell of homemade food. Something that had never been in his own home, either on ordinary days or on holidays, which he always preferred to ignore and spend alone. It's so unusual, but… addictive.

Even from the hallway you can see bright lights twinkling on a small Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room in front. Laughter, several female voices and one male are talking animatedly about something behind the wall, which Neuvillette is trying to decide to turn around with you walking in front of him. The sight of your slightly bare back only makes him worry even more, but the man takes a deep breath, hesitantly stepping outside the threshold of a large room from which the noise of your guests' conversations could be heard.

— Monsieur Neuvillette! — Sigewinne notices the Chief Justice first, and after her, Wriothesley, who is sitting next to her, turns his head towards the doorway, nodding briefly to Neuvillette.

— Oh, we thought you'd decided to run away, Monsieur Neuvillette, — Navia breaks into a brilliant smile, leaning back on your sofa to get a better look at the guest frozen at the door.

To her right, Clorinde also raises her head, also nodding respectfully in greeting.

Neuvillette stumbles slightly over the words, awkwardly adjusting the collar of his jacket.

You roll your eyes, hurriedly running behind your lover and slightly pushing him forward.

— Come on! Sit down next to me. I remember that you said, "just pour me some water", but that won't do, you'll have a glass of wine!

Unable to resist your pressure, the man nevertheless sits down on the chair to which you led him. No wonder there is such an attractive smell in your house. The table is literally packed with a variety of dishes from simple appetizers to exquisite desserts, and Neuvillette glances at each of them in confusion before he is interrupted by a loud female voice.

— Help yourself! I made my best cakes for the occasion!

— Your cakes are always the best, Navia, — you giggle sweetly, leaving a glass half-filled with wine in front of Neuvillette before sitting down next to him.

— And I really wanted to bring my new nutritious cocktail for you for dinner, but for some reason the duke tried to persuade me not to do it for a very long time.…

— Shouldn't your cocktails remain special and be associated for Monsieur Neuvillette with such rare visits to the fortress? — Wriothesley awkwardly scratches the back of his head, earning a suspicious look from Sigewinne.

— Oh, I suppose if it was supposed to be a gift, then…

— I think there's enough food and booze on the table to not to worry about it! — you hurriedly interrupt your lover by tightly squeezing his knee under the table.

It's so unlike you, but Neuvillette decides to keep quiet.

— Fair enough, — Clorinde agrees, nodding curtly.

— Ah… Anyway, Monsieur Neuvillette, how is your health? I could arrange an examination the next time you visit us!

— I'm pretty sure Neuvi is okay, but I'd love to get checked out. I'm sure my back will hurt like crazy after today! — you complain, flexing your shoulder and causing Navia and Wriothesley to chuckle softly.

It's all like that… Unusual. Neuvillette watches you smile, how your friends laugh, sitting at the table, happily clinking glasses of wine when the clock strikes twelve o'clock. Although ludex is mostly silent, for some reason he does not feel superfluous today. All the people present at the dinner have been familiar to Neuvillette for a long time, but now they all seem completely different to him. Their faces shimmer with a palette of very different emotions even when they turn to him, but is today any different from all the previous ones? Wriothesley and Sigewinne always warmly welcomed Neuvillette within the walls of Meropid Fortress, Clorinde, although she remained as laconic as ever, but perhaps this was exactly what ludex appreciated very much in her company, and Navia's presence still seemed to make his heart feel out of place, but her radiant smile seemed to say without words that, although the past cannot be changed, there does not have to be a place for regrets in the present.

And you.

You are the main source of the indescribable warmth that seeps under Neuvillette's skin. You gently squeeze his hand, worried that Neuvillette may still feel uncomfortable, but for some reason this little worry even seems to you in vain.

This feeling is so new and which ludex has yet to explore… Is this what it means to be a «family»? The feeling of an invisible connection that has formed between everyone present at this small table, around which comfort hovers. And the overwhelming desire to touch you, which Neuvillette desperately suppresses.

«You're not a stranger to anyone anymore, Neuvi»

Perhaps there was some truth in what you said, which Neuvillette had blindly tried to deny before.

✧ ✧ ✧

Bonus:

— Here…

— What is this… Did you buy me a present?! — you clap your hands, noticing the tiny box on Neuvillette's outstretched palm.

— Yes, I didn't know when it would be appropriate to give it to you, so I decided to just wait until we were alone so as not to embarrass you, — ludex clears his throat, awkwardly averting his gaze as you take the box from his hand, curiously twirling it in his hands.

— Come on, Neuvi. Rather, you waited for the end of the holiday so that no one could see your embarrassment, — you laugh teasingly, noticing how the pale skin on Neuvillette's face is barely noticeably pink.

— N-no, I told you…

— NEUVI, WHAT IS THIS?! — your scream interrupts the words of Neuvillette, who now anxiously returned his gaze to your frozen figure, holding in his hand a silver ring with a small mother-of-pearl stone, somewhat reminiscent of the one that adorns the collar of the Chief Justice.

— I'll understand if you don't wear it. After all, I still don't know anything about what girls like...

— IS THIS AN OFFER?! — you stand on tiptoe, looking straight into Neuvillette's dilated eyes, who has slightly backed away from your sudden violent reaction.

— An offer?..

— Oh, we haven't known each other for a long time, this is such a serious step, — you mumble something unintelligible to yourself, carefully stringing the ring on your ring finger, but then the most dazzling smile that Neuvillette has ever seen in his life stretches on your face. — What the hell, I agree!

Neuvillette is still going to have a rather awkward conversation, but anyway… hasn't he already decided for himself that he wants to see that charming smile and plunge into the warmth that you exude, over and over again for the rest of his days, if you let him?

[babyangelsky]

How much is hallucination and how much is real?

I almost touched on this in my post where I posit that Non is the killer but I didn't wanna go off on a tangent and make that post even longer than it ended up being.

Now that it has been canonically and explicitly established that what's scaring these boys isn't something supernatural, I wanted to go through and determine how much of what they see/hear is them hallucinating and how much could potentially be real.

Spoiler: it's not as cut and dry as you'd think.

Jin hears chanting when he's up on the balcony with Phi that Phi does not hear. I feel confident saying this is just an auditory hallucination.

The next two people to have hallucinations are Tee and Top when they're riding through the woods to get help for Por.

Tee sees a figure wielding what looks like an axe.

And Top sees the now infamous figure on crutches.

Once again, I'm fairly confident that what Tee saw was a hallucination but with Top, I'm not sure. And this is where it starts getting harder to draw a line between hallucination and reality.

We see the figure on crutches a second time when Top is in the bathroom. He starts having his hallucination and a candle beside the sink falls off the counter and shatters, spreading broken glass all over the floor.

But, when Tee and the boys break into the bathroom a short while later?

There's no broken glass on the floor. However, note that there also isn't a candle beside the sink anymore. There's three options here. One, it's just a continuity error. Two, there never was a candle beside the sink. Three, the candle on the sink was part of the hallucination, as was it falling and shattering.

Line's getting blurred isn't it? Stay with me here, because the sequence of these next three events is important.

In the first of these events, White is in the bathroom doing his skincare routine and hallucinates plague on his skin.

At the same moment, he looks into the mirror and sees a masked figure reflected in the mirror behind him.

He turns to look out the window and the figure is gone. Then he turns back to the mirror and the plague is gone, so we know the plague was definitely a hallucination.

In the second event, Fluke is with Por and the door behind the couch opens.

He gets up to close it and when he turns back to the couch, he sees Por with blood pouring out of his eyes and hallucinates that Por strangles him.

While he's being "strangled" we see the masked figure standing behind the couch.

It's unclear if Fluke saw the figure since his eyes were squinting and started to close as he struggled with Por. Regardless, we know for a fact that the strangling was a hallucination.

In the third event, which happens in the very next scene, we see New searching for the hard drive.

And this is where I thank @respectthepetty for reminding me they watch shows on mute and inadvertently sending me down this rabbit hole because at the very moment I captured in the screenshot above, New has an auditory hallucination.

He hears chanting and screaming just like Jin did on the balcony and as this hallucination is happening?

A masked figure walks past the stairs. These two things happen almost simultaneously so it's very hard to tell whether New looked up from the box he was searching because of the chanting or because he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

And again, we know it was an auditory hallucination because when he rejoins the group, he asks this:

These three events happening one after the other--the figure White saw, the figure just inside the door while Fluke was being strangled, and the figure walking past the stairs--lead me to believe that the figure was not a hallucination.

I think Non (or whoever) was skulking around outside, was seen by White, and then made his way around to where Fluke was. He opened the door and when he realized Fluke was hallucinating, he slipped inside the house and he was seen by New.

The plague, the strangling, and the chanting were hallucinations, but they happened to coincide with a masked figure actually entering the house.

There are two more instances which I am fairly certain are NOT hallucinations.

After Uncle Dang gets decapitated by the wire and Tee and Top take his bike, Tee sees a masked figure in the woods. (Also worth noting that this time, they ride off in the opposite direction because of the wire, away from potential escape)

I couldn't quite manage to capture it on the exact frame, but the figure isn't just there when the camera pans to it. They were crouched in the bushes and popped up when they saw the boys coming.

My confidence is shakier on the second instance, which is also the last time we see a masked figure before shit goes down at the temple.

When New and Top are riding through the woods, Top sees a figure wielding an axe and throwing it at them.

Although the figure is already there when the camera pans to it this time, Top sees it before it raises the axe to throw it.

Although we can't quite tell how far away the figure was from the spot where the bike fell over, we don't see it on the ground. We also don't see it later when the boys come to investigate where Top went. All we know is that there is an axe, because Top (or Non) attacks the boys with it when they're in the temple.

The only other hallucination of note after this point is Jin seeing bloody Keng in the temple but I do feel confident saying that one wasn't real, especially since he sees bloody Keng again when Phi gives him the spiked water.

If you made it this far, thank you, I love you. I know this was very long but the curiosity simply would not leave me alone. As soon as drugs were put on the table, I just had to know if all the hallucinations were real and as it turns out, it's a very mixed bag.

I hope you don't mind me tagging you for the second time in one day @slayerkitty 💜

[99redragons]

Wow, I agonized over this post way too long. Here it is, finally. I was gonna make this a reblog but i think since it's referencing multiple posts (and boy it got super long and added a related theory) this is better on its own. This is furthering @gin-juice-tonic's analysis of the tBoB journal pages. Heavy tBoB spoilers, and warning for the darker content it has. (some swearing too) I'm convinced now they're a warped version of events and downright fake for some, however, I believe many are real.

...But did Ford remember them? "I can delete memories randomly, just for fun. Maybe I already have." I do NOT think Bill could erase everything. He probably can only erase small/recent sections. But this is a big part of my theory.

But first, Gin's points. (using some of your pics for this Gin, hope you dont mind) I'm not going to post every journal page, but I'll give a ref for ones that seem important.

Okay, this is the post that actually convinced me (went through the links from tapas, the first is sure suspicious, but the second has pretty compelling evidence.) Ford referred to Fiddleford as F through the whole of journal 3 (aside from in code), and Bill as his Muse until the reveal, he wouldn't suddenly change the way he refers to people, even if he planned to rip out the pages, in which case, why would you write them in the first place?

On the first link (this one), this appears to be an embellished story. When you look at it from bill's perspective, he's reminiscing. He lies to himself. He's making it seem like Ford and Bill hit it off immediately, and while in a way, they did, it probably wasn't like this. I'll buy Ford used Cipher's line back at him, but the jovial way they banter is just so Bill. Ford would emphasize how he felt, the mysteries he was thinking about, his reverence for his Muse. He probably wouldn't recount it line for line when he was so secretive in journal 3. Bill makes it seem like they were more like equals, when in reality he likely relished the devotion and divine status Ford attributed to him. Also, "Cipher Speaks" is in Bill's handwriting from the sticky notes. could be coincidence? I think not. 'Ford' also describes it as the "GREATEST. DAY. OF MY LIFE." This mirrors bill's earlier statements about the reader's life being forever changed after meeting bill. According to Bill, meeting him is the highest moment of anyone's life, right?

In an additional post, Gin explains how Bill didn't tell Ford he was from another dimension. Ford had to find that out at the betrayal. So, all this taken, those two pages at least are fake.

For the third link, this one, while from Doylist perspective, Alex wanted the book to have fun little callbacks, from Watsonian, Bill simply can't help himself. Bill loves trying to be funny. He's trying to keep the reader hooked, and keeping the story interesting through callbacks is one way to do that. Some of these are Bill, some are self-referential because Bill's talking about real events from the past. (rats, cipherite suit, Small World cassette, we'll get to those later)

Bill has a habit of telling the truth through his lies. What I mean by that is, if he is repeating himself through actions or words, it's probably because there's some truth to it. If he's contradicting himself, there's something he's hiding. He'll claim he has no weaknesses, but later admit he does. He'll say he has no exes, only to reference exes later. So, we can glean truths from the lies he's telling in the pages.

I think Alex is a good enough writer to keep Ford and his writing (mostly) in character. He's made retcons/continuity errors before, but he knows the fandom will pick apart everything and find them, and will have a reason for it. There's definitely some fake pages, which begs the question, which are real?

One detail I want to point out is the vignette/burn marks on the edges of some of the pages. My secondary theory is about these. (And no, it doesn't indicate they were fake.) I'll explain later.

Assumptions/disclaimers: The pages we're shown are roughly chronological, though skip forward where surviving J3 pages would go. Pages aren't realistically double-sided like they would be in J3, these are inserted into tBoB magically. I don't have a blacklight version of J3, so I'm probably missing a little bit of context there. References J3 quite a few times, so this post works best if you are able to reference both books. I can go into detail and post more pictures for any sections that aren't clear.

First off, 'Lost in the woods'. This one I believe is real, because Ford's (author's cipher) codes are in it. This code is consistently used in the book whenever Ford inserts a page, even on the moth. For Bill to use this code would break the established pattern Alex has made. However, I agree with Gin that Bill intentionally placed this page to establish Ford as lonely, and thus make Bill look better for befriending him in contrast. I don't think it's that odd for Ford to talk about his social awkwardness, he talks about his childhood bullying pretty frankly, specifically on a page meant to be an author's About Me. However, he did rip this one out, so I think he was trying to ignore his feelings by hiding this page. No vignette.

'Cipher speaks', as we've discussed, is likely a fake/altered meeting. Vignettes on both pages. On the second page you can see where it looks burnt in one corner, and there's even tear marks like there's a page missing there, perhaps their real first meeting. It's also strange for Ford to draw himself like that.

'My Muse & Me'- Ford refers to Bill as his Muse again. Despite my doubts (I went back and forth on this one), I think this one has to be real. We find on the website computer (code: Fordtramarine) that Ford tried to submit a paper on fordtramarine. In that paper he refers to an 'extradimensional entity' and 'two-dimensional'. He shouldn't know that Bill is interdimensional at this point, so Ford must mean 'outside of physical reality', as in, the astral plane. Though, there's a painting of 'a muse' in the paper. Wasn't Bill supposed to be secret? Perhaps he thought he could get away with that small reference? Perhaps this paper was submitted more recently? I don't like the idea that things from the website are also fake, since it would be strange for Bill to have such narrative control there. The website seems to reveal things Bill can't control, even if Bill is talking. This page also establishes more timeline. This is saying that not only could Bill freely move in and out of Ford's mind within a year, he had full access to alter it as well, ahead of their deal before the test. This page is probably to make it seem appealing to let Bill into your mind. It also serves a purpose of showing us Ford had let Bill fully into his mind at this point in the story Bill's weaving. I am curious why would Ford hide this only to submit a paper on it, just to keep his Muse secret? And those damn red triangles, did Bill draw those, implying he could possess Ford before their deal? No burns/vignette. The neighboring pages both have it, why not this one?

June 15th- There is direct dialogue from Bill quoted, however, he refers to Bill as his Muse. Wouldn't Ford be creeped the hell out by the rat thing, and be alarmed that Bill possessed things just to kill them? I think this page was real, but was ripped out by Bill. Heavy vignette.

(Sorry for the poor quality, my phone camera is awful)

At this point I should explain: I think the burn/vignette represents Bill 'burning away' memories/altering them. Ford's memories, but possibly even the reader's. I want to be clear; I don't mean Bill erased the entire memory of the page, I mean Bill erased at least some part of those events. When it's heavy around the edges, heavier manipulation. It also could indicate which ones Bill burned/destroyed. More evidence for this later.

Karaoke page- How did Bill convince Ford to drink with him after the rat thing? Bill made him forget it was Bill. "The rats were his idea?" Yeah, he told you that right away, why did he need to tell you again? While probable this happened, the writing from Ford is sus. "This Bill guy, he's really got it all figured out"? Sounds a bit like Bill talking. The drawing is strangely detailed, too. 'Dancing queen' (disco girl's parody origin) was released in '76, so that lines up time wise, at least. Likely altered/created to make Bill seem friendlier. Either could have destroyed this one if there was a real version. Vignette.

A Voice from the Past spread- He says 'my Muse', but then mentions Bill by name, which indicates it's altered. Is the first bit real, then? Why would Ford rip out this important page revealing his muse's origin and past? His curiosity would overtake wanting to keep it secret, surely? And conversely, why would Bill fabricate it? To make himself seem more sympathetic? However, there is another explanation. There is the possibility Bill erased the memories of this conversation and it really happened in some form. Bill probably realized after revealing this information to Ford it could ruin his plans. Some vignette at the top, mostly on the right page. In that is a drawing of space and a code. The code says 'forget the past." Coincidence, or purposeful on a page for a conversation Bill made Ford forget? Bill could have ripped out the pages (if they existed) himself. It's also important to note Bill is trying to isolate Ford here, which is another reason he'd hide the pages/alter memories of talking about Stanley. Also, if Bill erased the phone number from Ford's mind later, it would make sense why Ford had to send a postcard.

A Winter Break/The Krampus adventure. Where would these pages have gone if they were real? It was January for the test, so it was before the deal, but after the bunker? Gin mentioned it feeling 'off' and strange because it's just Krampus, nothing weird or Gravity Falls-y about it, and I agree. And also, Fidds knocking it out feels... weird. I think that story is fabricated with some real details thrown in. Fidds is noticeably shaken up after, but otherwise the whole story seemed almost whimsical, and just...weird, and not in the GF way. It's fake. Ford goes back inside after looking outside in Time Traveler's Pig. He doesn't come outside onto the porch at all. You could say he comes back out after that, maybe. You could say it's a retcon. But we know the children's footprints were Dipper and Mabel, not random kidnapped kids. (Bill likely wouldn't expect the reader to know this.) My eyes are also drawn to the green and red rectangles. The festive theming bring to mind a Christmas special, and how often are those only partly canon? So, then what's real about it? I believe the gloves, and possibly the snow globe was real, since they come up again later. I believe if there was a monster, Ford (or bill possessing ford 'then-DARKNESS') fought it off, traumatizing Fidds even more. Something made Fidds shaken up. Fidds and Ford probably spent Christmas together. And Bill did warn Ford about Fidds' second thoughts (mentioned in J3). Did Fiddleford notice Ford forgetting things? Did he assume Ford was simply unshaken by what happened? For me what seals the deal is the heavy vignette around those pages. Bill altered his memories of what happened and is telling us this story instead, probably to make it seem not as bad, so Ford wouldn't be so angry that Bill wasn't there/realize that he possessed Ford. I'm also suspicious of the "Trust No One." at the end. Did this phrase really come from Bill? Wouldn't Bill be saying 'Trust me'? To be honest, it's possible the last page here was half a real conversation, but the way Ford suddenly changes his tune is strange AF and I suspect shenanigans for it. And the things Bill says are very different from 'F is not bold enough to follow through.' (J3 code, An Encounter) Also, most of these pages seem to have no reason to be ripped out, aside from mentioning Stan by name/drawing them, but he could have crossed that out, and the last page which Ford would have hidden from Fidds. If they were real in some form, Bill probably destroyed them to hide the truth.

Stanley memories pages- Real, not much to say about those. Goes after Bill's warning. Probably legitimately torn out by Ford since he'd want to keep these pictures before hiding J3. Though I do notice they are covering up a lot of red triangles, perhaps also drawn by Bill. No vignette.

Dream, or warning?- Before Jan. 17th. Real, since I can't see why Bill would make up a warning about himself. He wants the reader to trust him. The heavy vignette, again, indicates he made Ford forget about it and destroyed the pages before he could solve it, which would probably be easy since it was a dream. The laughter+fire at the end indicates Bill discovered them. Just a fun side note: the song referenced is 'Im your puppet'

"I was wrong about everything" spread- I think goes in the gap where the black scribbled out pages are in J3. Again, the Author's cipher is here, indicating these are real. Vignette again. Bill's possessing Ford a lot, trying to erase the idea of fighting back from his mind(unsuccessfully), likely also hiding these pages. More red triangles.

Bill-proof suit- Goes after The Blind Eye- references being banned from the library, Blind eye mentions still researching Bill. J3 said he discovered the chant to enter someone's mind by researching Bill, so he could also find the anti-cipher society and the cassette. Real. Bill likely destroyed these pages and the previous ones to try and slow down Ford and erase his plans to destroy Bill. Vignette.

Zom-bills to Looky Here: After 'Ways to hide', as Zom-bills is written in invisible ink, but before the truck stop. (This would require Ford to have written on the right page first, then Bill tore the rest of these out, but not a huge stretch) Bill is fucking with Ford hard. He's probably taking his anger out on Ford while simultaneously trying to bully and manipulate him like he would do to his henchmaniacs, as he says later. Vignette on most of these- he's constantly possessing Ford and making him black out, trying to manipulate his memory to make him compliant/torture him. Bill likely destroyed the cassette+the memory of it so it couldn't be used against him, as Ford presumably never gets the chance to. Why he's showing the reader this? He thinks it's funny. He could also be hoping to scare the reader, if the reader knows what he's capable of, they'll be more afraid, and fear and love are the same, right? Notably the sticky note page is only a little darkened, probably because Bill genuinely was trying to talk at first. I can't find any evidence that these are fake, but there's no codes indicating they're real either. I think they were real, but Bill destroyed at least some of them.

(Side note: Computer code: Oroborous. Curiously uses Bill's cipher, bill writes in J3 too. These pages are also vignetted. Bill wouldn't like Ford knowing he showed fear. He also purposefully didn't give the reader these 'missing pages', because he hates them and doesn't want to reveal his fear.)

Polaroids- Did Ford destroy this himself like the VHS? Trying to avoid being blamed for things Bill did? Just ashamed/horrified? Curiously, no vignette on the polaroids (this could be just to have the full page visible), or Bill wanted Ford to remember these to have the threat sink in fully. Probably actually happened, Bill doesn't really have a reason to fake these pages as they make him look worse/scarier.

Blackness/'No' pages: This is largely where my theory that vignette=memory manipulation makes the most sense, The darkness overtaking the page represents bill's influence and control, and stops resembling the journal pages much (though it could be invisible ink again). He can mess with Ford's mind as much as he likes. If these pages were ever real, Bill could have destroyed them himself too. Bill's pretty much telling the story here.

Fidds page, S page- Gin made another excellent post pointing out the problems with these. They're a bit redundant when compared to J3, aren't they? And in oddly specific ways. The use of the brother code indicates they're real, though. If Bill erased Ford's memories of these pages, him basically re-writing them makes sense, and also Ford going from 'the caves hold the answer' to 'the caves might hold the answers', the snow going from 'begun to fall' to 'has fallen', and going 'fidds wont speak to me'! instead of 'my assistant has clearly left me'. In some way Ford has probably retained a bit of his plans, but its not a stretch to say he'd loop his train of thought after losing memories. The "I grow maddened" at the edge is very shaky and blurry, which could reflect the shaky and blurry memory.

I also notice (this has probably been pointed out before) now in J3 that only once outside of Gravity Falls (route 14) can Ford plan clearly. Perhaps Cipher's influence is weaker outside the town? It makes sense. if Ford sent the postcard and made his plan while free(ish) of Bill's meddling, that's why Bill couldn't just erase his memory of his plan again.

So...yeah! Some are definitely fake. Some are placed or altered intentionally to serve a narrative. Bill could be manipulating the reader's and ford's memory to have never seen these pages. Some of these memories could have been simply warped, or erased later- not right away. I'll be honest I don't love the implication that Bill can just manipulate Ford's memories freely, so I'm sure there are significant limitations to it. Bill has to stall for the whole book and give away a lot of secrets in order to change the reader's brain enough for him to be satisfied, and even then it's not enough to make the reader give in. Bill's abilities are much less than he purports. He also says that the person can notice his 'tune-ups', so there is only so much he could alter someone's brain before they notice. However, if he's been messing with Ford's head this long, he'd have a big advantage. Is the explanation that Bill erased Ford's memory a little lazy? ...Yeah? But it also kind of heightens how badly Ford was being manipulated and why he got so paranoid and unhinged there. It lets a lot of these puzzle pieces fit together that wouldn't otherwise.

My vignette theory isn't super strong, I'll admit, but I think it definitely indicates something, given some pages don't have it when they could have. They could also simply indicate those pages were burned, though it being on the fake pages makes less sense then. Bill having destroyed the pages himself makes sense for a lot of the pages, but I cant rule out the possibility Ford did destroy some of them out of frustration/shame.

Something I also realized while going through J3 again is how many 'doodles' in J3 involve red triangles. (you can see an example on Frilliam's page) The triangles I assumed were Ford's obsession with Bill, but what if they were Bill's obsession? For another post perhaps.

So, what do y'all think? Ideas? Agree? Disagree? Things I missed? Questions? Something huge that shatters my whole theory? Let me know!

[antimisinfo]

Not realy misinfo but something we could really use some clarification on if y'all can help:

what even actually constitutes amnesia in a disassociative context. 'Cause like weve figured out we have some big holes in our memory as well as that thing where we find ourselves forgetting little things like what we were doing or where we put stuff (even if we just put it down in some cases). But like is that amnesia or is that just adhd forgetfulness; or like where even is the line between the two

i'm assuming you mean dissociative amnesia so i'm just going to explain what that is / what counts as dissociative amnesia !! ^^ ((feel free to clarify otherwise))

" Dissociative amnesia is when you can’t remember important information about yourself. These memories are often distressing or upsetting events. It’s most likely to happen with severe or long-term trauma, especially experiencing abuse, neglect or violence of any kind. This condition is treatable, and most people can regain their memories. "

there are two types of dissociative amnesia, Retrograde and Anterograde.

" Retrograde: This is when dissociative amnesia affects finding old memories. It’s like a glitch or error that keeps you from accessing or checking out a specific memory.

Anterograde: This is when dissociative amnesia blocks the formation or storage of new memories. It’s like a gap in the recording or your brain misplacing the book after creating it. This form is less common than retrograde dissociative amnesia. "

the different types of memory loss plausible with dissociative amnesia:

" Localized: Memory loss affects everything within a short, specific time period in your life.

Selective: Memory loss affects one event or all events of a certain type within a specific time period in your life. Experts sometimes call this “patchy” amnesia because it affects certain memories but not others.

Generalized: Memory loss affects everything within a longer period (months or years).

Continuous: This is the anterograde form of dissociative amnesia. “Anterograde” means it affects your ability to form new memories, so this is memory loss that happens as events occur.

Systematized: Memory loss that affects everything under a particular topic or category. It can also apply to a specific person or multiple people (like your family). "

other traits related to dissociative amnesia are:

" Lack of awareness. People with dissociative amnesia may not realize they have gaps in their memory. This can last until memory loss affects part of their sense of identity or if someone brings up or asks something a person knows they should remember but can’t.

Flashbacks. People with dissociative amnesia may develop flashbacks as they regain their memories. A flashback is more than just remembering something unpleasant. People who have them describe them as reliving a traumatic event or experience to the point where they can’t tell it apart from reality.

Confusion or disorientation. People with dissociative amnesia (especially the generalized form) may seem unaware, or like they’re having trouble understanding what’s going on around them. In very severe cases, people may not seem or be aware of their own identity.

Relationship and trust issues. People with dissociative amnesia often have trouble forming friendships or romantic attachments.

Travel or wandering (dissociative fugue). When someone wanders or travels during a period they can’t remember, it’s known as dissociative fugue. This is rare, and the memory loss usually only affects brief periods. "

also heres a few other sources on dissociative amnesia that could help a little:

MSD manuals - dissociative amnesia

NIH - national library of medicine - dissociative amnesia

mayoclinic - dissociative disorders

apologies if this wasn't very helpful, i'm not 100% sure i understood the question but i hope this helps at least a little bit! i believe your issues may count, but since i'm not a professional and i don't know you well i can't really tell you if it is or isn't dissociative amnesia

also for the differences between amnesia and general forgetfulness:

"Amnesia is when a person can no longer recall information stored in their memory. There are many types of amnesia. Their symptoms can overlap, and a person can have multiple types.

A person who is a little forgetful in their day-to-day life does not have amnesia. Amnesia refers to a large-scale loss of long-term memory due to illness, brain injury, or psychological trauma."

also i'm pretty sure general forgetfulness does not apply to trauma or personal information, so theres another big difference

[john-kramers-left-sock]

Inktober Day 6: Golden

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

Sfw

(I want to do bloody stuff but at the same time I've been desperate for comfort stuff, so here's some sweetness)

The golden hour. The time just after sunrise or before sunset when light is infused with red and gold tones. There was something so soft about this time of day, so distant from the hell that reality really was. When the room was bathed in golden light, and the world was silent, if only for a moment.

As the sun began to rise, you stepped out of your room. The sun shown softly through the windows of the old warehouse, through the rafters and just touching the concrete floor. Your slippers made a soft padding noise as you made your way to that familiar workshop.

John sat at his desk, as always he was tinkering away at his next game. Planning everything down to the last detail, leaving no room for error. He didn't notice your arrival, too caught up in his own work.

"Darling," you call out to him, standing behind his chair. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you begin to massage them gently. A loving touch that was sure to break the man out of his trance. "Did you work all night again?"

"Indeed I did," John spoke after a moment of thought, glancing to the clock on his right. It was now 6am, much later than he had planned being up. His tired eyes squint in the morning sun, as if just recognizing the solar rays. "I'm sorry, dear. I got caught up with work."

"Come on now, stand up. Did you take your pills?" You watch John shake his head, making you sigh. You help him out of his chair and up into the light. Your arms wrap around him, and your head is on his shoulder. For a moment, the two of you stop, just embracing each other in the morning light. "I'm worried about you. Your health is bad enough as it is. You need to take care of yourself"

"I know. Don't worry. It will all work out the way it should. I promise," John's raspy voice mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your head. He holds you in a soft hug, not having the energy to do much more. His fingers run through your hair gently, treating you like you're delicate, made of porcelain. "You know I love you, right?"

"I know. I love you too. I always will," a smile appears on his face as you say this. Pulling back slightly, you press your lips to his in a kiss. The two of you stand under the golden light, sharing an intimate moment before life must continue on, no matter how hard.

[runariya]

Drive to Survive (JJK) • Chapter 2 “Nepotism”

pairing: F1driver!Jungkook x female race engineer!reader genre: colleagues2L, formula1!AU, racing!AU, drama, kind of fantasy/cyborg!AU fic rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: slight cursing, anger issues, Jungkook is a little sh!t word count: ~3.410

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Content errors related to the sport of Formula 1 are not excluded. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

🎵 Agust D, j-hope - HUH?! 🎵

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Friday dawns clear and bright as you approach the gates of the Hockenheimring. The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds in sight, with the early morning sun casting long shadows over the historic track. The Hockenheimring, with its rich history and legendary status in the world of Formula 1, is buzzing with action. Crews buzz around, setting up equipment, fine-tuning cars, and preparing for the race weekend ahead. The scent of freshly cut grass from the surrounding fields permeates the air. 

Excitement vibrates through every fibre of your being as you hand over your badge to the security guard. The moment should be routine, but his stern expression immediately gives you pause. 

"I'm sorry, miss, but this badge appears to be fake," the guard says, holding the badge up for closer inspection under the sunlight.

Your heart skips a beat. Just yesterday, you spent the entire day here, moving freely through the paddock and crossing paths with this very guard multiple times. "There must be a mistake. I'm with the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team," you insist, striving to keep your voice calm and steady amid the rising panic.

"Sure you are," he replies, unimpressed and unyielding. "I've seen plenty of fakes. This one looks just like the rest."

Frustration wells up inside you, threatening to spill over. From the corner of your eye, you spot Jungkook walking by, his confident swagger unmistakable even at a distance. "Jungkook!" you call out, waving at him frantically, hoping for a lifeline. He glances your way but quickly looks away, continuing his stride without acknowledging you.

The guard shakes his head. "See? If you were really with the team, someone would have recognised you."

A wave of helplessness washes over you, and you mentally call Jungkook a few names. Before you can argue further, Joongki, George’s race engineer, walks by. Noticing the commotion, he heads over, his curiosity piqued.

"What's going on here?" Joongki asks, his brow furrowing in concern.

"This lady claims she's with the team, but her badge is fake," the guard explains, holding up your badge as if it were a piece of contraband.

Joongki looks at you, then back at the guard. "She's with us. Her name's on the team list. Let her through."

The guard reluctantly nods and hands your badge back. "Alright, you can go in."

"Thank you, Joongki," you say, relief washing over you as you take the badge.

"No problem," he replies, giving you a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's head to the meeting."

As you walk together through the bustling paddocks, the roar of engines being tested and the chatter of mechanics and engineers create a symphony of sounds that is uniquely Formula 1. The scent of high-octane fuel mixes with the aroma of fresh coffee from the nearby hospitality tents. 

Joongki strikes up a conversation. "So, how are you finding the job so far?"

"It's been incredible," you reply, genuinely enthusiastic. "I watched the simulation of Jungkook yesterday. His precision is remarkable."

Joongki nods. "He’s talented, no doubt about it. But he can be a handful."

You chuckle. "I’ve noticed. How do you manage George?"

"George is a professional, but he has his moments too," Joongki says with a wink. "It's all about balance."

You arrive at the Mercedes team area and enter the meeting room. Jungkook is already there, frowning as he notices you walking in with Joongki. His displeasure is clear, his gaze hardening.

Joongki heads to George, standing behind him, and you follow suit, taking your place behind Jungkook. The room is filled with a palpable sense of anticipation as everyone gathers around the large table, which is laden with snacks and drinks. A Keynote presentation projects blueprints, data sheets and strategy plans onto the wall behind Toto, a large part coming from you.

Toto begins the meeting, his authoritative voice filling the room. "Alright, everyone, let's get started. We have a lot to cover before the training session."

Jungkook turns slightly, pushing you forward. "Stand in front, dwarf," he mutters under his breath.

You frown up at him, clearly displeased with the insult, but comply, stepping in front of him. As Toto goes over the strategy, you feel a tug on your hair. You swat Jungkook’s hand away, trying to focus on the meeting.

"Stop it," you whisper, irritation seeping into your voice.

But Jungkook doesn't stop. He continues to toy with your hair, and after the second time you push his hand away, he still doesn’t seem to get the message. You sigh in resignation, deciding to let him play with your hair, hoping it’ll keep him occupied enough to remain otherwise civil.

Toto continues, oblivious to the minor drama unfolding. "Our strategy today is crucial. The Hockenheimring demands precision and teamwork. Each of you has a role to play in our success."

You try to listen intently, but the constant fiddling with your hair is distracting. Jungkook's behaviour is both infuriating and perplexing. Why does he have to act like this?

"And Jungkook," Toto addresses him directly, which causes him to tense behind you, "your performance at the simulation yesterday was impressive. Keep that focus today."

Jungkook relaxes and finally stops playing with your hair to acknowledge Toto. "Will do, boss."

With a brief reprieve, you manage to take notes and pay closer attention. Toto outlines the key areas of focus for the day, emphasising the importance of communication and adaptability. You jot down every detail, determined to do your part flawlessly.

"Joongki and ___,“ Toto says, gesturing to you, "I need you to ensure all systems are optimised. We can’t afford any technical glitches."

"Understood," Joongki and you reply in unison, giving each other a small smile and giggle. Jungkook tugs on your hair again, making you turn around and give him a sharp glare. He looks straight ahead, over your head, pretending not to notice.

"And for the rest of you," Toto continues, "stay alert and be ready for anything. This track has its challenges, but I know we can conquer them."

As the meeting draws to a close, Toto claps his hands together. "Alright, team. Let's make today count."

You gather your things, relieved that the meeting is over. Jungkook's antics have been exhausting, and you’re eager to get back to the professional tasks at hand.

"Remember what we discussed," Toto reminds everyone as the room gradually gains in volume. "Stay focused and give it your all."

With a final nod, you and the team disperse. As you exit the meeting room, Jungkook catches up to you.

"Nice work in there, by the way," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Thanks," you reply, trying to keep your irritation in check.

"Let’s hope you can keep up during the training,“ he adds, his tone teasing.

"I’ll be just fine," you retort, determined not to let him get under your skin.

You quicken your pace, hurrying to the garage as you follow Joongki, who has gone ahead. Mentally, you prepare for the day's challenges. Despite the rocky start, you remain confident in your abilities and ready to tackle whatever comes your way.

The training session yesterday was a resounding success. Out of the fourteen possible tyre options, you meticulously tested virtually all options and decided on the three best choices, again testing those at training under race conditions. The data gathered from these tests, once analysed and altered in the strategy, was approved by everyone, setting a solid foundation for today’s qualifying.

It’s Saturday midday, and the atmosphere at the Hockenheimring is charged with anticipation. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling pit lane. Mechanics and engineers hustle about, making last-minute adjustments to the cars, while the drivers, including Jungkook, focus on the task ahead. You had no problems entering the premises today, and Jungkook has remained professional, a welcome shift from his usual antics.

The garage is a flurry of passing figures as the team prepares for the qualifying session. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and heated rubber. Engineers are hunched over laptops, analysing data streams, while mechanics double-check the car’s settings. Jungkook sits in the cockpit of his car, a picture of concentration as he listens to the final briefing over the team radio.

"Alright, everyone, let's stay focused," Toto's voice comes over the comms, commanding yet calm. "Jungkook, remember the plan. We’re aiming for a strong position."

"Got it, boss," Jungkook replies, his tone steady.

You stand by the side, tablet in hand, monitoring the data. Despite the rocky start to the prior day, you feel confident in your abilities and the strategy you’ve helped develop. Jungkook and you exchange a brief, professional nod, a silent acknowledgment of the importance of this moment.

The qualifying session begins, and cars take to the track one by one. When it's Jungkook's turn, you watch the monitors intently, tracking his every move. He launches off the line with precision, navigating the curves and straights of the Hockenheimring with his usual finesse. His initial times are promising, and the team watches with bated breath.

But then, something starts to feel off. The data on your screen shows an anomaly, and a knot of anxiety forms in your stomach. You frantically try to diagnose the problem, but the more you look, the more the data blurs into an incomprehensible mess. The pressure mounts, and you can’t pinpoint the issue in time.

On the track, Jungkook's performance begins to falter. 

„Fucking hell! DO SOMETHING!“ His voice screams through the radio, his lap times aren’t meeting the expected benchmarks, and it's clear something is wrong with the car. Despite his best efforts, he can’t push the vehicle to its limits. The session ends with a disappointing result: Jungkook qualifies in P5.

The team is silent as Jungkook drives back into the garage, the tension palpable. You can see the frustration etched on his face as he removes his helmet and steps out of the car.

An emergency meeting is called immediately. You, Jungkook, Toto, the technical director James, Joongki, and George, who qualified P7, gather in the briefing room. The atmosphere is heavy with disappointment and concern.

"I apologise," you begin, your voice wavering. "I should have caught the issue sooner. It's my fault we couldn't perform better."

Toto nods, his expression stern but not unkind. "We'll figure it out. For now, let’s focus on understanding what went wrong."

The meeting continues with technical discussions, but you can barely focus, the weight of your mistake pressing down on you. Once everyone is dismissed, you remain seated, staring at the empty desk in front of you.

Jungkook, however, stays behind. He closes the door, his steps echoing in the now silent room as he walks towards you. His face is a storm of anger and frustration that you refuse to look at. 

"How difficult can it be to choose the right tyres from fourteen?" he snaps, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even a chimpanzee without a degree would have done a better job."

You remain silent, still refusing to meet his gaze, your eyes fixed on the white, empty desk before you. The insult stings, but you’re determined not to let him see how deeply it affects you.

"Look at me!" Jungkook barks, his tone demanding and harsh.

You will your pupils to stop trembling and school your features as you lock eyes with him. His glare is fierce, his anger barely contained.

"I knew it was nepotism," he continues, his words like a blade cutting into your pride.

Jungkook turns and begins to walk towards the door, his anger radiating off him in waves. Just as he reaches for the handle, you speak, your voice icy and firm, stopping him in his tracks.

"My position has nothing to do with nepotism," you say, each word deliberate and precise. "You should know that. Mr. Jeon Junior."

He freezes, his hand hovering over the door handle. Slowly, he turns back to face you, his expression a mixture of shock and fury. The room is silent, the tension between you crackling like static in the air.

Race day at the Hockenheimring is a media frenzy, with reporters and cameras swarming the circuit and paddock like bees to honey. Bright lights flash and microphones are thrust into the faces of team members and drivers alike, each seeking a soundbite or a glimpse into the high-stakes world of Formula 1. You navigate through the throng, keeping your head down, your focus solely on the race ahead. The cacophony of questions and the buzz of anticipation are distractions you can't afford. Your path is a series of calculated dodges and quick steps, slipping past eager journalists and sidestepping photographers, all thanks to your short height. This is not the time for interviews or media appearances; your mind is on the data, the strategy, and ensuring every detail is perfect for Jungkook's performance on the track.

As you weave through the last few meters of the bustling paddock of Ferrari, a hairs breath away from your team one space further, a determined reporter manages to intercept you. His microphone is already poised as he asks, "Excuse me, could you spare a moment? How is it to work for Jungkook?"

You offer a polite smile, keeping your tone professional. "It's a blessing to work for the Mercedes AMG Petronas team. The entire team, including Jungkook, is dedicated and talented. It’s an honour to contribute to such a high-performing group."

The reporter, not missing a beat, probes further, "And are you single?"

Maintaining your composure, you reply diplomatically, "I believe our focus today should be on the race and the team’s performance. Personal matters are best kept private."

He glances at your attire, noting that it's different from the usual team uniform. "You're not wearing the usual uniform. Is this something new?"

You nod, indicating your outfit. "Yes, my dress is part of our new uniform collection, available in the merchandise store. We wanted to offer something stylish and professional for the fans."

"Thank you for your time," the reporter says, slightly taken aback by your poised responses.

"Thank you," you respond, maintaining your smile as you quickly head toward your team, ready to immerse yourself back into the race preparations.

Stepping foot into Mercedes’ paddock the Mechanics, engineers, and team members buzz around, making final preparations. The conflict from yesterday weighs heavily on you, but you’re determined not to let it affect your performance. You’re a professional, more than capable, and you will your confidence not to waver.

You sit down at your workstation, double-checking the data, ensuring that every detail is perfect. The screens in front of you display telemetry, tyre pressures, and fuel loads. Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you input last-minute adjustments. The noise of the paddock fades into the background as you focus on the task at hand.

You haven’t yet spoken to Jungkook today, only briefly seen him with his physical therapist, Trish, who looked at you strangely for no apparent reason since day one of you working with Jungkook. His words from yesterday still echo in your mind, but you push them aside. There’s no room for doubt now. You finish your checks and head further into the paddock to fetch a drink, hoping the cool liquid will steady your nerves.

As you approach the vending machine, you hear voices coming from a nearby room. You recognise them immediately: George, Toto, and Jungkook. Curiosity gets the better of you, and as your name falls, you can’t help but secretly listen in.

“I don’t know what your problem is with her, and it’s none of our business,” George says, his tone calm but firm.

Toto’s voice follows, carrying a note of authority. “But remember that the radio is public during the race, so school your words and don’t pull a media stunt.”

Your heart races as you hear footsteps approaching the door. You quickly walk past, pretending to be engrossed in your notes. The three of them emerge, their expressions serious, but they don’t notice you.

The team gathers for the final preparations. The drivers slip into their suits, and the mechanics make last-minute adjustments to the cars. The atmosphere is tense but charged with anticipation. Jungkook’s car is a sleek, silver machine, gleaming under the midday sun. He climbs into the cockpit, his face a mask of concentration.

You take your place at the side, headset on, ready to relay information. The tension in the air is almost palpable as the minutes tick down to the start of the race. Engines roar to life, filling the paddock with a deafening sound. The crowd’s energy is contagious, their cheers a backdrop to the high-stakes drama unfolding on the track.

And as Jungkook and all the other drivers complete their warm up round, he takes his position on the starting grid in P5, two positions before George. 

"Alright, Jungkook, stay focused. Remember our strategy," you say over the team radio, your voice steady yet charged with anticipation. "We've got this."

The scent of burning rubber and the electrifying hum of the crowd fill the air, amplifying the intensity of the moment. You watch intently, a collective breath is being held, as the lights go out, signalling the start of the race.

Jungkook launches off the line, his reflexes razor-sharp. He navigates the initial chaos with precision, the roar of engines and screeching tyres a symphony of speed. The first few corners are tight, but he manoeuvres deftly, maintaining a solid position within the top five.

"Great start, Jungkook. Keep pushing. We're right where we need to be," you encourage, your eyes glued to the live feed and telemetry data.

“Got it,” Jungkook’s voice crackles through the radio, laced with determination.

As he approaches the notorious Turn 6 hairpin, the tension mounts. He brakes hard, the car almost dancing on the edge of control, and executes a near-perfect turn that allows him to overtake two competitors. The crowd gasps in awe, witnessing his skill firsthand.

"Fantastic move! You're now P3. Keep the pressure on the leaders," you inform him, a note of excitement creeping into your voice.

“Copy that.”

The race progresses, each lap a testament to Jungkook's prowess and the team's meticulous planning. He expertly navigates the Hockenheimring's combination of high-speed straights and technical corners, inching closer to the front with each lap. His focus never wavers, his communication with the pit crew and you seamless.

“Box this lap, box this lap. Confirm, please,” you call out as he approaches the pit entry, the strategic change crucial for maintaining his edge.

“Understood. Box this lap.” Jungkook executes a flawless pit stop, the team working with military precision. Tyres are changed from medium to soft, designed to gain more speed for the remaining laps. In no time, he’s back on track, maintaining his momentum.

"Excellent stop. You're P2 now. Just some more laps to go," you say, your excitement mirroring the intensity of the race.

Lap after lap, Jungkook closes the gap to the leader. The final laps of the race are a thrilling cat-and-mouse chase. With just two laps to go, he sees his opportunity. On the Parabolika, the long straight, he activates the DRS, gaining a significant speed advantage.

"Go for it, Jungkook! Now's your chance!" you urge him, adjusting the DRS to give him the most push.

He makes his move, slipping past the leader with a breathtaking overtake. The moment is pure magic.

“GOTCHA!” he screams into the receiver, making you and the rest of the team burst into laughter and cheers.

The crowd erupts, and Jungkook holds his position through the final turns, expertly defending against any counterattacks. The finish line is in sight, and he crosses it first, triumphant.

"You did it, Jungkook! You won!" you shout over the radio, unable to contain your elation. You punch the air and bump fists with Joongki, the moment a culmination of all your hard work.

As he slows down on his victory lap, Jungkook waves to the adoring fans. Today, with the support of your team and Jungkook’s unwavering determination, he has conquered the Hockenheimring.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Jungkook says through the radio. Though his gratitude is clear, your mind drifts back to the conversation you overheard and its implications. The thrill of victory is tinged with the weight of the future, but for now, the triumph is yours to savour.

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a/n 2: lmk what you think in any way you like! please send me a message, ask or comment if you would like to be tagged for upcoming chapters 💕 also - character asks and drabble requests are open

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[professorspork]

Okay so something's been bothering me. And maybe it's just a continuity error, but... I'm willing to bet not.

Last episode, when Neo's Jabberwalker copies came to the market and everyone scattered in terror, the Curious Cat said this was VERY BAD. To which Blake, jumping into action, asked:

Which is really weird!

Sure, Blake would have no reason to know the lore the Cat then drops-- that if the Jabberwalker eats you, you can't Ascend-- but she's supposed to have heard of them. She brought them up in episode 2! It was among the things she listed that Alyx did:

This stuck in my craw last week and I didn't know what to make of it. Is it just sloppy phrasing? We're supposed to think Blake didn't realize the thing they'd encountered WAS a Jabberwalker? Why would that matter, if it was being referred to by name?

But now we've met Jaune, and he's the Rusted Knight. And one of his greatest concerns is...

This volume is having a real ball with fiction, and narratives, and what it means to be in a story or live up to a legacy or like. Be a person.

Undoubtedly, the reality of what's happening in the Ever After (and what's happened before, and will happen again) has deviated wildly from the book The Girl Who Fell Through The World, and most of that is because of whoever wrote it.

But if Blake's losing knowledge she should already have, what if the story is somehow getting retconned in real time?

How can you escape a story if it keeps changing on you?

[solar2solstice]

Neteyam x pregnant reader ✿

What mornings look like with Neteyam Timeskip! ( Set after the sky people have been totally chased off Pandora, Neteyam is obviously aged up)

warnings : None??; Reader is AFAB! domestic Fluff and girl dad Neteyam

Neteyam stretched his aching blue limbs only to turn to you in hopes he did not wake you up , the mother of his unborn child .

Life had been tough after the numerous encounters with the sky people , as a child of Jake Sully it was only natural that he not only participated in the war against the sky people but had to be a leader of sorts . He had narrowly escaped death more times than he could count on his 8 calloused fingers, roughened by the throes of battle. Weeks if not months of warfare had killed the once golden boy and left behind a man . Through the toughest time of the war the only thought that kept him going , that kept the blood pumping through his veins willing him to see another day was you . His sweetheart , the reason he woke up every morning . Now that the conflict was over and the sky people had been chased off Pandora he could finally settle down and be with you .

He turned ever so slightly to look at you , the golden rays of the sun hitting your face. An angel he thought to himself , someone specially moulded for him by Eywa . He wanted to burn this intimate moment into the back of his minds eye , taking in your sleeping form in every way he possibly could .

He lightly kissed your cheek which woke you up . As you locked eyes he placed his hands on your protruding bump , rubbing it gently. "How are my 2 favourite girls doing ?" He whispered in your ear , still holding his burning gaze on your sun-soaked form.

"We are doing fine Nete" , you placed your hand over his . He kissed you gently , basking in the normalcy of it all . Neteyam was sure that having a loving mate to come home to was just the thing of his wildest imaginations . Almost dying on the battlefield does something to a man , pushes away the dreams of the little white picket fence life he had envisioned for you and him to the side yet here you were in bed with him, pregnant with his child .

What he thought unlikely was now reality thanks to you . You both continued to lounge in each others presence until the daily hustle of life would pull you away from each other's grasp . Until then Neteyam would continue rubbing your belly and whispering into the shell of your ear about how lucky he is to have you of all women as his mate, the bearer of his child.

Very child focused bcz I might just be ovulating and have a severe case of baby fever 🤷🏾‍♀️. This is my first fic ever so constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Inbox is always open

Sorry if there are any errors grammatical or otherwise its 4:00 and I'm so tired .

If you've ever seen this same fic but on another blog , don't worry . I just thought i'd start a fresh bcz of some technical issues .

[jajasmiinee]

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PANIC ATTACK - STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

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warnings : fluff, cringe, bad grammar,

y/n

chris

nick

matt

english isn't my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

enjoyyy !

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you and your brothers are fliming a car video when you suddenly get a panic attack

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"what's your worst trauma?" matt read the question, yall are making a Q.N.A video. "oh my biggest trauma is when.." chris start to tell the fan about his worst trauma while you in the back starting to feel uneasy. you start to stare blankly outside, your heart feels heavy, your head spinning, your throat feel stuck, you couldn't even hear a thing. you were afraid because this happened before and you did not liked it.

"y/n? y/nn? heyy??" nick wave his hands infront of you, making you come back to reality "u-uh.. yea..?" you tried to hide your stutter and anything that's bothering you "are you okay?" matt ask in confusion, you're sure that matt knew that something is off

"yea i'm okay" you reassured them but that doesn't make they less care about how you sudden behavior "it's your turn to tell about your worst trauma now" matt smiles while pointing at the camera "c-can i skip?" "yea of course!" chris already notices that you're not okay, maybe the question are a bit hard for you to answer

your hands started to shake and you felt dizzy. your eyes roaming to each of your brothers faces while your breath shortened. "mn.." you let out a really quiet whine that you thought none of them heard but nick look at you in concerned eyes "shh.. it's okay.. relax.." nick finally notices your panick attack, so he took your hands and caresses them, sending comfort into your soul.

you also looked at matt and chris but they're busy talking to the camera. after a few seconds, matt looked at nick and you "is y/n okay?" matt looks at the back, staring at nick "yea, she's just having a panick attack" nick rub your back slowly to prevent you from crying or having a worse reaction "oh shoot. it's okay, y/n, look at me"

you look at matt with tears in your eyes "ye-yea?" chris stop talking to the camera, he knew you're having a panick attack but he doesn't really sure before, well, he's sure now. he give you a comforting smile and caresses your hair slowly "breath in.." matt's breathing in for you to follow "and out.." chris continue. you followed them, even though your breath kinda hitches but you managed to get a proper breathing. the breathing technique really helps you out when you get a sudden panic or anxiety attack

"h-ah.." your panick attack stopped after a few minutes and you felt really relief "thank you guys. sorry to take most of the video time" "no,no, it's okay. let's continue yea?" you nodded in approvement. and y'all continue to answer the Q.N.A

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guys idek what i'm writing 😭 GIRLLLL I THOUGHT THIS WAS LONGER WHY SO SHORTTTT

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Elbert Greetia

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

【 His POV 】

Kate and I walked down the aisle arm in arm amid a group of believers while I kept glancing sideways at her.

(I don't know why, but she's a natural eye-catcher.)

------------Flashback------------

Elbert: "As I thought, it looks good on you."

Elbert: "Maybe I should just lock you up like this."

---------Flashback Ends---------

At that moment, my feelings came spilling out.

I don't know what "beautiful" means to me.

(No. I thought I understood it when I was a kid, but now I'm not so sure anymore.)

Still, I couldn't help but think that she was so captivating, so "beautiful," and that I should have her.

Man with glasses: "Congratulations to the lucky couple who were promised everlasting love."

(Is this the founder of Amour?)

Several cultists dressed in white stood on either side of him.

Man with glasses: "Now, look at each other and say your vows to prove your true love."

Eventually, we stopped in front of the altar, and a man with long hair and glasses stepped before us.

He urged us to face each other, and I met Kate's gaze as she looked up at me.

Elbert: "..........."

Kate: "..........."

(Kate...)

The moment our eyes met, I couldn't look away again.

I wonder what could be the reason behind it.

Kate: “Ah...”

I pulled her hips closer to me just like when we “checked” each other out in the Castle garden.

Is she beautiful?

(I don’t know.)

Should I have her?

(I don’t know, but...)

What if she’s what I’m looking for?

Elbert: “I swear to keep loving you, even when these lips have stopped breathing.”

As the words flowed naturally from my lips, Kate’s eyes briefly trembled with confusion.

Kate: “I also vow to continue loving you.”

My heart pulsed wildly at those words.

(Her genuine vow of love would surely be beautiful.)

If she’s offering it, I’m sure it will be enough to atone for any sin.

But do I want it?

(...........)

Man with glasses: “Then, seal your vow with a kiss.”

Even when we checked each other back then, I avoided touching her lips.

I believed that, apart from other places, it would be uncomfortable to touch it.

That’s what I thought, but as I brushed my hand across her cheek and she closed her eyes, it made me want to touch her lips.

(Shall I take it away?)

An irresistible urge welled up in my chest.

I slowly brought my face closer, just a few centimeters away, but Kate’s sad face suddenly flashed through my mind.

------------Flashback------------

Elbert: "Are you okay?"

Kate: "I'm fine. Let's complete the mission to save more unfortunate lovers from suffering."

---------Flashback Ends---------

She readily accepted the mission, despite the life-threatening danger involved, and when she found the coffins, she had a pained expression on her face as if it were her burden to bear.

(Kate is strong and kind.)

She is the kind of person who grieves for others’ pain and endures her own.

(Because she’s strong and kind, she’s willing to make a false vow like this and even allow a kiss on the lips.)

I closed the remaining few centimeters and gently kissed her一not on her lips, but a little to the side of them.

(I just don’t want her to look sad.)

Kate opened her eyes and stared back at me.

(At this moment, I'm still unsure whether I should have you or not.)

I stared at her, not even blinking, as the urge I had suppressed still buzzed inside my chest.

Man with glasses: “I now recognize you two as true lovers. We will now perform the ceremony that will make your love eternal.”

As the man with glasses said this, I suddenly snapped back to reality and saw a few remaining cultists begin to leave the church one by one.

(I guess it's about time.)

I forcibly pulled my attention away from Kate, sensing the climax looming right before my eyes.

Man with glasses: "Now, lovers. Close your eyes again."

Man with glasses: "You must never open your eyes until your love is eternal."

Kate: ".........."

Elbert: ".........."

Kate and I looked at each other and closed our eyes as he told us.

Next to me, I could feel her holding her breath.

(I hope the cult leader doesn't find out she's scared.)

I gently reached out and squeezed her hand as she stood next to me.

(It's okay.)

I don't know if she got the message, but her body seemed to relax.

Then一

???: "All of you, raise your hands now!"

Cult leader: "W-Who the hell are you people!?"

The church door swung open, and the cops rushed in.

Kate: "Thank god, they're right on time."

Elbert: "Yeah."

The high-ranking cult members, heavily armed with knives and visibly agitated, tried to attack, but the cops captured them one by one.

The one taking command of the police officers was none other than the sharp-eyed cultist we met last night.

(I didn't really expect him to infiltrate as a cult member. Did they keep this information hidden from Victor?)

Last night, when we heard about the situation from the undercover cop, we took the bait to catch them red-handed, posing as unsuspecting citizens.

Sharp-eyed cop: "Thank you for your cooperation."

Elbert: "You saved our lives, so no need to thank us."

Kate: "He’s right. Thank you very much."

The cop saluted and left the church with the cultists in tow.

Sharp-eyed cop: "I want everyone in this facility interviewed, just to be safe."

Cop: "What!?"

As they moved away, we could overhear snippets of their conversation, and Kate and I exchanged glances.

Kate: "It's going to get a little messy when they ask for details."

Elbert: "Yeah."

Elbert: "I think I'll just snatch you out of here before anyone notices."

After sneaking out of the church, we went to a deserted beach nearby while we waited for the carriage to pick us up.

Kate: "I'm glad those couples didn't lose their lives."

Elbert: "You're right."

Kate: "But is it safe to say that the mission is now complete?"

Kate: "In the end, we had to leave the case to the police."

Elbert: "If the crime has been judged and there are no more victims, it shouldn't matter how it's done."

Elbert: "Neither Victor nor Her Majesty would condemn it."

Kate finally looked relieved and smiled.

(There it is again.)

Captivated by her smile, she suddenly blurted out something strange.

Kate: "I'm glad you didn't get your hands dirty."

(----?)

Elbert: "Why?"

Kate: "Huh? That's..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said this.

Kate: "Because I've been worried about that since we found the coffins."

(What...?)

------------Flashback------------

Elbert: "Are you okay?"

Kate: "I'm fine. Let's complete the mission to save more unfortunate lovers from suffering."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(That time?)

Elbert: "You felt sad because of me?"

These hands were already stained with sin that could no longer be removed.

(Not just as a crown. I'm…)

(My hands have never been beautiful since I was born. There's no reason for you to feel that.)

Elbert: "You don't have to be sad about me getting my hands dirty. Remember that."

Kate: ".........."

Kate didn't nod.

She just looked a little pained and furrowed her eyebrows.

I had no intention of burdening her with my request, so I averted my gaze and stared blankly at the horizon.

Elbert: "I hope the happiness of those couples remains unbroken."

(Because promises of love and blissful days are fragile and easily broken.)

Suddenly, the vivid memories of my dark sins resurfaced, suffocating me.

But at that moment, Kate gently squeezed my hand.

Elbert: "Kate?"

Kate: "I'm glad this mission was with you."

Elbert: ".........."

With just those few words, my labored breathing, as if I were drowning in the ocean, suddenly became at ease, and the urge that had been choking me deep in my chest resurfaced.

『 Get her, even if it means hurting her 』

As if to condemn my eased breathing, it crawled its way back, seeking to dominate my entire being.

It wanted to entangle me, drag me in, and hold me captive.

Elbert: "I'm glad I'm with you too."

Kate wouldn't look away, so the voice kept whispering to me.

Elbert: "You look even more dazzling now than you did in the church."

Elbert: "Maybe I should really make you mine."

Even though those words had certainly escaped my own lips, they sounded as if someone else had spoken them.

Controlled by the impulse, I reached towards her cheek with my hand again.

(If she were to close her eyes now, would I seize her lips?)

(Or would I take her life, like the roses in the garden?)

As I asked myself these questions, I heard a loud rattling of carriage wheels in the distance.

Kate: “Elbert, the carriage is一”

Elbert: “Still far away.”

Elbert: “Right now, I just want to stare at you for a little longer.”

The words spoken on that secluded beach, just the two of us, could no longer be anything but genuine.

I prayed for the sound of the waves to drown out the voice whispering, “Get her,” but like a curse, it refused to fade away.

I found myself captivated and unable to look away from Kate’s eyes, as if I had become trapped.

Part 1┆Part 2┆Premium End┆Epilogue

[castleofclouds]

₊ ⊹ In Between Time And Space. ₊ ⊹

Jaemin One-shot × Reader (yn)

Genre : Sci-fi, Thriller, Angst

Disclaimer : Fiction, (some of it) cursing, and probably typos and grammar errors, mention of death. Story are by © castleofclouds, do not copy or repost without watermark!

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Do you believe in another universe? Reality that you never knew existed, how world were not as 1 dimensional as you think it is, where the world have different kind of perspective that you never know could existed.

In a world full of lies and manipulation, you never believed in magic before, well that was until you see today's date you sure. World's are one big mystery that even detective can never solve, like a puzzle were every pieces have different shapes that you think could match, but there's always that one piece that you can never fit in the last moment.

30 November 2028.

You were on your way home, you cursed Mark, your coworker at works to ask you to join at the works dinner meeting, like you already hated the people inside enough that he had to brought you there with those fools smile of him, Mark isn't a bad guy, he is just too clueless to see how everyone are different and couldn't understand other people minds.

Some of us are just a haters at one point, you mumbled to yourself alone.

Tonight was oddly windy, it's not usual to be this windy today? well.. what do you expect? It's autumn, of course the wind are going to messed your perfectly brushed and styled hair, and runs shivers down your scarfs and everything.

You never usually going home this way, tonight you had different ideas instead, you want to take a walk, and you at least need those air to keep you sober at night, moon are at the fullest tonight, you never see it that big before or today is a full moon?

You never really paid attention too much, you felt like you were the only person that walk in a very slow pace than the other, everybody seems to walk in a rusher demeanor, you were enjoying your quiet night until you saw the old telephone box near the park, it's broken, the phone can't dialed even after you put your coin inside, you stared at it for a solid five minutes before continuing your walks, but something catches your attention suddenly.

At the corner or your eyes, you heard a ringing.

Ring.. Ring.. Ring..

You had your phone turned off, and nobody was at the park this late at night, then which telephone was that? It gets louder and louder each second, you turned back to see the old telephone inside the box were ringing like crazy.

How can it rings? Nobody ever using that telephone for such a long time now, so how does it making the noises? You gulped down your saliva, something about broken things that suddenly works are terrifying more than seeing a ghost in front of your face right at this moment.

You went closer, the noises start to become more clearer, the phone were buzzing like crazy, the green telephone were shaking, you pick it up and put it close to your ears, ready for whatever ghost or crazy monster that are going to eat you out right at this moment, you pick your chances and mouthed “Hello?”

For a while, there's no voices, you start to wonder if it's just an error, or something with the telephone, until you heard a sound of breath.

Kill me, you cursed yourself again.

“Hello?” You asked again, the guy on the telephone finally answered. “Hello? Is somebody there?” It's a male, an adult male. You knew from his raspy voice.

“Yes.. It is..” You don't want to spoil your name for a random stranger so you just said whatever name that came into your head, “Cherry is here.” You lied, the guy were silent, before he break out a soft chuckle, “Oh.. Hi! I'm Jaemin, Jaemin Na.” The guys seems genuine, so you feel bad for lying.

“Before you said it, I knew you were lying.” He said from across the line, how did he know?

“How do you know?” You asked curiously but afraid at the same time, what if this guy is a murderer? Or a stalker? A pervert? You don't want to try your luck on that shit, “You just sounded like someone who just tell lies?” He added.

“Fine, I could only tell you my nickname, Yn. So.. Jaemin, how can you do that? Calling from a broken telephone box machine? Are you a hacker or something?” You continue again with your curiosity, if curiosity kills a cat you already dead by now, but you rather dead satisfied than alive but curious.

“First of all, can I ask you a simple question?” He said after some pauses, you nodded and hummed, “What dates is there right now?” He finally asked, you frown why does he needs to ask for a dates? He can just look it up on his phone or something.

“it's 30 of November, 2028.” You explained, he went quiet again, “So it's actually true?” He seems to be asking himself rather than you, but you respond anyway, “What is true?”

“That there are another world besides mine.” He explained, it only causes you to questioning him more, is this guy okay?

“I'm totally normal don't worry, oh and yeah, you probably wonder why I asked you that, do you believe in another universe?” he asked again, you tilted your head, “Those things they said on movies?” You claimed, he laugh.

“Yes, i always believed that its real, and now here you are, talking to me, from different reality of mine.” He declared, you almost didn't believe this guy, the way he talks seems like a lunatic, or is he?

“Can you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you meant?” You commented, “I will ask you something first, what dates do you think right now in my calendar?” He asked, you didn't even think and answer, “I don't know, but 1 December or same as mine? 30 November?” You answered.

“it's in between.” Now he just makes more riddles, what does he mean by in between? “There's nothing in between, it's either 30 November or 1 December.” You affirmed, he chuckled from the other line, “It's 31 November here.” he finally answered, you never look at your phone faster than a light.

The last time you know, there's no such thing as 31 November, there's no 31 in this month. So how does he?

“How about I give you some advice, bring umbrella tomorrow morning, and don't go to work with bus that you usually take, take a cab.” And with that he closed the call, you wanted to asked more by what he meant by that, but the line couldn't even reach as if the phone could never worked, but how can he even make a call if the phone couldn't even pick up any number or even dialing? Then.. Who is this Jaemin guy??

1 December 2028.

You woke up next morning, with a frown on your head, it feels surreal what happened last night, like you were in some sort of science experiments and you are some kind of audience watching the circus begun, how does it even make any sense?

You remember knocking the telephone box twice before went back home last night, you just want to make sure if you are actually hallucinating because you were tipsy or something?

You almost went out when you remember what the guy said last night, an umbrella? Why does you need one? The skies were crystal clear, sun are raising and it's very bright for it to rained, and what about busses? You sighed, you know it's just some random dude advice but you couldn't help but to believe it anyway.

You put your umbrella insides you bag, and go out to take the cab, as soon as you sit inside the cab it's pouring rain, how does that happen? You decide to put your earphones on until you finally reach your workplace, tip the driver and went inside using your umbrella to cover you from the rain.

Mark were worried he quickly grabbed into you as soon as he sees you, “Thank God you are okay.” He was sobbing like never before, his tears were running down wildly down his face.

What the hell is happening? “What's wrong?” you asked, Mark showed you a news on his phone, as you read it inside your mind you gasped.

Bus 34 with Destination Nashville and Rosewood Street, today just had an accident, the policeman on the place stated due to the storming rain, the road get too slippery and the bus crashed into a tree near the Dione Park, nobody were save in the crashed since the bus were burned after the crashed happen.

It feels like you want to throw up, how can this happen? You felt shiver down your arms and legs, thankfully you listen to that guy advice, but.. It feels like something is still lingering down your throat, you have to talk to that guy, tonight.

You don't know how, but you have to talk with him.

You took the same road as you did that night, you waited in front of the telephone box, moving back and forth waiting impatiently, after 20 minutes of no calls you decided to leave, but the phone starts to ring again, you quickly pick it up, “Hello? Is this Jaemin?” You shouted, the guy on the other phone laughed, “You want me or something?” Jaemin chuckled, you rolled your eyes.

“Tell me, who are you? What are you doing? And how can you predicted what's going to happen today?” You asked hurriedly, without any interest to entertain him, you could feel he smiled, “I just know?” He answered shortly.

“Tell me, honestly, what are you? Who are you? And why do you say it's 31 November there?” You asked again, with serious tone, he sighs, his eyes were flared with reasons, you could feel that, you don't know the man face but there's somehow something familiar with his voices.

“I told you before, I'm not from your world, your reality and mine are different, I'm from a country you never heard before, but I knew you. I saw you, plenty of times.” He answered seriously, it's hard to tell if he is lying or he is just being a mad man.

“How can you saw me, if I'm not even from your world?” you waited patiently, as he take a breath, “I saw you die 5 times, in different timelines.” he finally give you answers, and it's not something you can handle, to be flabbergasted is something predictable.

“How.. How can I die 5 times, in different timeline? What is happening, this is..” you stuttered, this is too much for your weak brain and heart.

“Let's just say, the world I live in, is different than your world, in this world, we have 35 days for each month, and to how I see you, I always imagined how you died, I dreamed about you.” you clicked your tongue in interest, how can he dreamed about you? “What do you mean you dreamed about me?” he went silent, “I shouldn't have told you this because this will mess up with your life in your universe, and in each different timelines it will mess up and make a butterfly effect, but I can't help but sympathize, in every timeline, you died. In 5 different ways from 31 to 35.” he tried to explain, your head feel like it wants to burst open, you died? 5 times at that? And what is 31 to 35 dates? There's no such things?

“I can't tell you much, don't wear high heels tomorrow, that's all I can tell you.” you wanted to asked more questions, but suddenly he hung up the call, and you sighed, what's just happened?

For the next 2 to 4 December, you always make sure to go the same road, listen to Jaemin, advice such as today you didn't wear a high heels and it helps you because apparently you were almost run over by somebody because your shoes could stuck on this sewer blockage while you were on random walk to your office, and on the 3rd you do the same, you didn't drink the lemonade that you often drink at your favorite family restaurant, turns out the lemonade somehow causing food poisoning and some people died, and you couldn't believe on the 4th December you almost got robbed thankfully you follow Jaemin instruction to change your usual road you take after going from your favorite ice cream place near your office.

It's the last day, you waited for his phone calls, 30 minutes later no sign of the man, and you started to worried, what if tomorrow what you have been terrified about could happen? You don't want to die yet, you have many things in life you needed to do and enjoy, you pray for his calls, until someone knocked on the telephone box, “Hello Miss?” A man, almost the same age as you with his black hair and tall figures catches you by suprise.

“Can I use the telephone box?” He asked, you look at the phone, “Oh I'm sorry, but this thing is broken.” you reasoned, he raised his eyebrows, “Then why are you using it?” he asked, you think for yourself, and sigh to give a space to the man and almost wanted to go, when he stopped you, “Don't wear red tomorrow.” he whispers faintly but you can hear it, you flipped your head back, you know that voice, you recognize it, but the man were already gone.

It took time before it finally get to your head, that man was Jaemin, you tried to look around but no sign of him there, but you see some coins on top of the telephone box, it's a weird coins, you never see this currency before, it's something from other world.

5 December 2028

You followed his advice, and you saved again, there's a storm and apparently some people get electrocuted by being under the tree, and weirdly only people who wear red that gets it, you didn't, you feel like you owed this Jaemin guy a thank you, he save you plenty of time, that evening you went back to the telephone box, and waiting for his calls, but he didn't call back, you waited for almost an hour but there's none, and then you remember about the coins that the guy from the night before left, you used it, you didn't know what is the number so you just put some random number, until you remember when he tells you about something In between, so you put 31 to 35 on the telephone and it ring.

You waited, waited, until the guy from the other line pick it up, “Hey, how's your life been going?” it's that same guy, the same guy that saved you plenty of times, the voice that somehow make you feels comfort, even though you never know this person personally, somehow Jaemin feels so familiar, like some kind of people that you have a lingering feeling for, like you had a bond that you never know you could have with a stranger.

“Life, is better Jaemin. Thanks for all the advice.” you thanking him, he deserves that much, you could heard him chuckled, “I guess this is our goodbye, because you didn't need me anymore, and I have done my deeds, I wish you a long life Yn.” He said that, you suddenly felt sad, like your tears just dropped, you never knew you could so attached for a man that you never know before?

“Is it the last time we talk? Then, we can't talk to each other ever again? I could never heard from you again?” you asked, he silenced, “In every meeting, there's an end to it Yn, I would love to know you personally, meet or even talk to you through eyes to eyes, you seems like someone I can spend days talk to, I'm in the middle of trying here Yn, my world now is collapsing, I'm messing too much with time and space, now the reality between me are shattered.” that worries you, “Wait what do you mean by that Jaemin?” Jaemin giggles from the other line.

“In every universe what's meant to meet, will find its way, like how I met you through different time and spaces, because I was gambling with life Yn, and I win, but the downside of it, is that I will lost myself in it..” He exclaims, you shocked.

All this time he was trying to save you, from all the disaster come to your way, he get close to his own chaos?

“Then what can I help? I should at least save you from the chaos you are experiencing now??” you felt troubled, something inside you tell you, you should help but your mind just couldn't make out any solution, “It's okay, it's me who started it, then it has to be me to end it, if one day the world start to become kinder, maybe you and I could meet, in moment where time and space allowed it, I will find you, and I hope you can recognize my voice again when the time comes.” and with that the telephone ended abruptly, you quickly put more and more coins into the telephone but it's no help, you can't reach him.

14 January 2029.

It's snowing today, very subtle and beautiful, it's one of this days where you missed Jaemin, you never really take times to see him clearly, it's been weeks since the last time you guys talks, you wondered how his life now? and what kind of gamble that he did with life that he had to lost himself in between?

Under the lights, you see the telephone box you used to call him, you still had one coin that he gave you back then, you only had one though, curious got the best of you as you put it inside the box, even after putting out the number, it still couldn't reach, you realize maybe it's time to give up..

Until you hear a phone ringing, you look around to see a man with his hair blonde, and a warm sweater he wear.

“I'm sorry miss, can I ask you something?” he asked, you looked at him, “Yes?” his voice were oddly familiar, you thought.

“Do you know what date is it today?” you tilted your head, you look at your digital calendar, “It's 14 of January, why is it?” you asked him again, he smiles, “Nothing I just feel the need to asked you that.” as he laughed.

That's when it clicked, the laugh, the familiar voice, he is..

“Hi yn, how's your life going?”

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A/N

HOW DO WE SAY?? first time in a long time I finally make a one-shot, truth to be told this personally are not fully fictional, because this thing happened to me when I was a kid, there had been this one mystery in my life that I went through that still shocked me till this day, one time when I was a kid in my calendar I believe specifically in October there is a dates 32 to 35, I used to believe that dates 32 to 35 ever existed and actually happened, that was until I was at least teenager when I realized there's never a 32 to 35 in calendar, I even do some research about it, for at least months before I come with a conclusion something was actually messing up with my brain at that time, the thing is I remember that moment vividly, like. It's real, till this day idk if that's just my imagination or what but I still believe in those things. So say what ever you want but I will always believe there is 32 to 35 days in a month in my memories, anyway how do we say, it's the first time I make this kinda story and it's kinda fun and enjoy to make if anybody would love any more one shot just told me on my suggestion box!