#need a laptop soon af though

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[btsxmalereaders]

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff

> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.

> word count —  5,11k

> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.

Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.

Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.

His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.

For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.

There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.

The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.

"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."

Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.

"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it,  you're very kind."

"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.

"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."

"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.

"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"

"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."

Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"

The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."

"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."

"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."

"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."

Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."

"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"

"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.

"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"

You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."

"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."

You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."

"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."

You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."

He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.

He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.

His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.

Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.

Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?

Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.

"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"

Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"

"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.

"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."

You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.

"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.

Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.

"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."

"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."

"I'm all ears, go ahead."

He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.

It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.

As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.

You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?

After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."

Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."

Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."

All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.

"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."

Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."

So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.

When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.

Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.

You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.

You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.

Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.

So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.

You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.

He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.

The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.

"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.

Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"

You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"

He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well.  He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.

"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"

"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."

"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."

Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.

"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."

With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.

Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.

Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.

Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.

"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.

You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.

"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.

"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."

"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.

"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.

"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"

"Cause he's a good friend!"

"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"

"Hey!"

"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."

The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.

As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.

As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.

When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.

Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.

After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.

Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."

You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.

"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."

You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.

Thank you so so much for your support, _____

I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!

And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x

So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.

When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.

Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"

"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"

So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.

"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."

You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."

Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.

"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.

Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.

"What's up, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"

You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."

Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.

"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."

The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.

After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"

He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."

You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.

Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."

"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"

Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."

[murfeelee]

inZOI demo - It's awesome!

This demo blows TS4's CAS Demo clear out the water, it's not even close (my rants: X X).

Overall, I'd give inZOI a 9/10 for girls, 8.5/10 for guys (cuz they get way less options, as usual).

What immediately struck me's that the UI is finnicky AF. The screen text on the UI' s so dang faint that I was squinting the whole time, unable to really SEE where the buttons were.

[EDIT 8/23/24] I'm watching someone try the demo on Youtube and I feel dumb--you CAN change the color of the default background! Thank goodness! (We should be allowed to change the color of the text too, though.)

The color wheel needs the preset/copy ability The Sims has, so I'm not always inputting the same colors for every CAZ part. For some reason it does NOT like 000000 (black) as a color input for accessories, which is annoying.

But the GRAPHICS QUALITY, zomg.

(I tried to give Sakura pointed elf ears, lol.) We need more sliders on the zois' faces & body, but they're off to a GREAT start.)

The zois are absolutely stunning--these are the graphics I was praying for when TS4 was first announced, not that playdough garbage EA barfed up.

This aesthetic gives me HEAVY Cyberpunk2077 vibes, especially when the nail selector popped up--I love it.

(We just need TATTOOS & facial piercings!)

The hairs are ok--I LOVE that you can change the length--but it's only on SOME of the hairs, not all. Definitely need more variation & texture diversity--even EA had more braids, fros, dreads, curls, etc.

The clothes, shoes & ACCs options are modern, and some are VERY stylish, but kinda plain IMO (esp. the shoes, ick). My fave bottoms are the ninja-esque pants, which is why Sakuryuu are both wearing them--I was hoping for WAY more traditional Asian representation in the fashion department, wtf. U_U The textures are lovely--I love the shiny metallics. (We need some sheers though.) I want more shiny sequins & leather textures on the clothes--I need that the sequin jacket IRL.

The makeup's my favorite part--the eyes have soooo many options--you KNOW I had to give Ryuu slit eyes like a dragon/snake!

And I gave Sakura glitter & highlights. They just need to let us stack multiple makeup & jewellery, and we'll be gravy.

I expect/hope there'll be more options in the full release--this IS just a demo.

As for the cities, apparently the 3 worlds we're getting are Korea, Indonesia, & California--Pacific coasts, makes sense. They're locked off for the demo, but at least we got to see the map.

(As soon as I saw Indonesia I knew I had to go right back in and make my husband, Magnus Bane~!)

My laptop's nothing to write home about, but it ran super quiet while the demo was running (it definitely runs better than my Steam Deck, which was running kinda choppy). So here's hoping it doesn't effing COMBUST when I start sending zois into the city come full release.

THE HYPE IS REAL!

[novel-nook-blog]

Camp NaNo – week 1

Monday (7/1):

It's 9:30 pm and I finally opened my laptop. Uff, what a long day. Ngl, I'm exhausted. I woke up at 5:30 am to get ready for work. I left at almost 4 pm. Then there was a problem with my car (stressing af) and I had about 20 minutes to get to a meeting in another town so... very nice. The meeting was 'till 6 pm and around 6:30 pm I was finally home. Now let's get to writing.

It's 10 pm and I'm falling asleep as I write so it's time to put my laptop down and get some rest before my work, tomorrow. I haven't written much, but I didn't want to start with a 0 tomorrow.

Wordcount: 326

Tuesday (7/2):

It's 17:40 and I'm opening my second draft. I'm so hyped even though I just got home 😂... maybe I'm even overhyped because an hour ago I had a veeeery strong coffee and I mean wow, it just kicked in and I'm overflown with energy. So my writing is either going to be very good or very bad, we'll see.

On my schedule is: finish chapter 1 (I started it yesterday); start reading The Throne of Glass. I read that book a lot of times already, but it has similar writing style as I'm using in this book and I found out I'm repeating the same words again and again, so I want to use this reread for the benefit of my vocabulary (plus I want to reread the whole series this summer, although I wanted to finish reading Iron Flame first... so complicated, right?)

My plans for the day have escalated quite differently. We had a game night so after about 200 words I stopped writing for several hours and just before I head to bed I wrote up to 752 words. It's still not much, but I can't focus anymore. We'll se how tomorrow's going to be. I was planning to write all day, but I found out we're going to the ZOO. I'm very excited for our little trip, but at the same time I have no idea how the heck I'm going to get the wordcount I need. This challenge is going to be fun.

Wordcount: 752

Wednesday (7/3):

It's 10 pm and I just opened my laptop. This day could be divided into two parts – the awesomest one and the worst stressful nightmare. Me, my mom and my sister went to the trip to the zoo. It was a wonderful day. But after that there was a family matter that we had to solve so I didn't have time for writing...

Wordcount: 0

Today it's Tuesday, 9th of July... I'm so sorry for my delayed post but the thing is I am sick. I have the stomach flu since Saturday, but have been feeling so off most of the week so the last time I've written anything was on Friday and it wasn't much. Hopefully I'm going to be back on track soon but now I'm feeling so bad that the only thing I do is sleep and watch TV.

Also on Thursday I had an 11 hour long shift at work so very tiring day. On Friday my friend had a birthday party so I was with her all day and when I got back I started feeling sick but I didn't think it was something to worry about. On Saturday me and my dad went to visit my aunt and when we got back the stomach flu started in all it's power and hadn't left since.

I'm not sure how I'll get 45k words in my draft by the end of July but now health is my priority. So I'm going to get back when I'm feeling better.

[kitten4sannie]

groupie anon back at it again!! also this nickname has me BLUSHING grhsfbksj also reading your replies is always so fun because I get to see my original message too (I have a terrible memory and so it's always a surprise for me too)

my rant is significantly shorter this time, though I do have to address one thing: calling yungi the 'twin towers' was FOUULL. it had me wheezing, that shit was hilarious and I will be using that from now on.

I write for different anime fandoms! (I feel like I gave my account away hahaha oh well, oopsie). see, I prefer writing fluff because it makes me blush and act even more delulu than I already am, but smut is your forte. you write it so well it makes me curl up into a ball and wonder what good I did in my life to deserve such immaculate pieces of literature.

also I spent almost all day at work today thinking about what I could write about for my first kpop fanfic and I've circled back to this one idea like 5 times.... sannie sick fic. SANNIE SICK FIC!!!!! no seriously imagine him all snotty and flushed, BEGGING to be cuddled but you can't because he's contagious, so you make him soup and tuck him in and he's so cute and soft and his hair is definitely greasy because he's been in bed for almost a week straight (but you give him a scalp massage because he's sannie and nothing can keep you away from him) but not even a yucky virus can stop his talkativeness and he keeps rambling until you shove a spoonful of soup into his mouth to shut him up and he's so FLIRTY like sir are you sick or are you drunk?? he's so in love and reader is just as in love with him back.

phew.

okay so sannie came up and suddenly I'm a liar for saying my rant would be shorter this time (isn't this the longest message I've sent so far??). I think you can tell why I enjoyed that san fic so much ahdbsjfbs he's got me in the tightest chokehold, there's nothing I wouldn't let him do. absolutely nothing, anything that was once off the table is very much on the table if he wishes it to be. the man can reach inside my body, pull out one of my kidneys, sell it, then fuck me into the mattress, and I would still get on my knees and beg to suck his dick afterwards. seonghwa, too, can treat me like I'm nothing but a couple holes to play with. I genuinely need to censor myself right now because if I say any more, the psych ward people might come for me.

also drummer jongho is so... yes. despite not reading any jongho fics, I will be found dead before I ever deny that that man does not give off the most attractive energy ever, but he's also a cute little teddy bear. personally, I love fics where he's my little brother hafjdbf, they're literally always the best ones ahaha.

uni started again for the year and I thought I'd be more busy with that and work, but I will personally make time to write that sannie fic because it's life or death at this point tbh. happiness doesn't come from grades, it comes from booseoksoon and sannie sick fics. also it would be nice to actually chat normally rather than through asks hahhaha.

until next time!! (I will read the valentine day hwa fic tonight, so you will probably get another message from me soon - I read the tags, I need a couple hours to mentally prepare for it)

P.S., my laptop crashed three times while I was writing this, but the universe will never stop me from sharing my love.

hey!! blushing pleaseee stop being so wholesome rn i can’t take it 😭😭 i love it too it’s like we’re public pen pals ;;;; pffff no same i have the memory of a fruit fly i prob won’t even remember what i typed out after i finish this sentence jshdgd

it was so foul fnrrrr but also so true!! i actually saw someone else on here use that term so kudos to them for coining that shit’s funny af and i’m glad you could get a good laugh out of it!

anime fandoms hmmmmm i’m gonna do a little investigating 👀🔍 ughhh i love fluff that shit makes me blush harder than hardcore smut i swear ??? pleasee you’re gassing me up sm it’s making me feel like debby ryan in that one movie 😭

little cut here

SICK SANNIE FIC ???? my third eye is open and my chakras are aligned like - you’re a genius dude!!! NOT FEEDING HIM SOUP AND GIVING HIM A SCALP MASSAGE AND HES ALL FLUSHED AND HES STILL FLIRTINGGGG EVEN THOSE HES DYING THATS SO FUCKING SWEET IM GETTING A CAVITY RN,, sorry for yelling but damn son

BROOOO I CANT - the thirstiness for san is so fucking relatable it hurts like i swear i’ve never been down this bad for anyone before but i would actually sell my soul to lucifer himself rn just to be a hole for that man but honestly anyone and everyone in ateez could get 25/8 and it’s cool the psych ward is knocking at my door as we speak 💅🏼

jongho was actually my very first bias!! his stage presence and voice during the their first mama performance (which was the first ateez thing i ever saw) blew me away and THEN i find out he’s the sweetest, softest, most respectful man to ever exist ??? and his gummy smile broooo holy shit

i hope uni and work goes well! exactly you should do the things you love 💕 feel free to send me a message! i don’t bite <3 i hope you enjoy it! i don’t blame you every time i see a tag for sub hwa my brain feels a little fuzzy ngl. i’m sorry it crashed ;; i appreciate you sharing it with me 💜

nooo i’m sorry it crashed! my phone closes tumblr all the time when i’m in the middle of typing and it takes years off my life 😔 god you’re so sweet 😭

[nfumbewalk]

Necrosophical Meanderings

My necromancy Demons altar, near the laptop. He's Goetic. I'm sure y'all can figure out who he is by his sigil. The copper bowl has white rice in it. A request of his. He gets the house booze, tequila or mezcal. He may get wine, very occasionally. We don't drink. Rodolfo likes tequila. Santa Muerte likes mezcal, though she'll take tequila, wine, or Modelo beer.

I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have my very own path/practice, where no one is above me and I don't have to pay thousands of dollars for initiations I don't need. And my path has a beautiful name, Muerteria...

Where you are called a Muertera or a Muertero (Spanish is heavy on feminine & masculine terms, no doubt). For others who do not identify with gender terms, you can call yourself a Muerterist, though this is not a existing Spanish term. It is adapted to this practice, by me, as creator of Muerteria. With these changing times, I agree that everyone should be included & represented fairly.

However, my muerto, a Hispanic male - disagrees with gender roles. I just tell him to be quiet. He'd be in his late 60's by now, so his attitude is very stern & conventional. Though through me, he's slowly changing. He is Catholic and learned magic by watching me for 10 years, stowing away in my house!! I had little experience capturing muertos in quartz crystals, but I got Rodolfo into mine and put him in my "spirit pot."

I worked the pot for a bit, but had no idea what to do. I dumped it out & threw away the cauldron. But, Rodolfo stayed. What I didn't know was that I was blocked - my vision, clairvoyance, was almost completely dead, for many, many years, about 2000-2021 actually. I could "see" little. My divination skills were cut by about 80%. Intuition? Barely worked. Rodolfo stayed all of these years! And as soon as I learned about the vessel, I heard his name! Rodolfo!

The Palo Tata taught me all i needed to know. I started a practice & things with my skills have gone absolutely nuclear these past two years!! I have a significant background in Palo, but the community, the expensive initiations, and their patriarchal system is NOT for me.

Dude, the idea for Muerteria came from that word plus a few others that didn't make sense. I was falling asleep with my Kindle in my hands. I heard "Muerteria." Thought it was a figment of my imagination and my bad attempt at Spanish! I'm not quite sure how all of this came to me, except by channeling. It sounds new age af, but I don't do that shit - no white light, crystal waving crap. Rodolfo & I are as serious as a heart attack.

The one who I believe I take after was my friend Leilah Wendell. Rest in Peace. 💖 I just looked at an old photo of her and it reminds me of myself. Leilah wasn't very old when she passed. I don't think I'll be very old either. It's not a sad feeling, readers. It's bittersweet, lilting, and fresh like upturned soil.

I'm really starting to get excited about writing. My necromancy Demon (yes, I have a couple Demons) told me that I need to turn my writing into a ritual. So, I need ritual atmosphere. I have the crystals & two tiny Santa Muerte statues. A blue, which helps communication - I'd suppose writing as well. I have a purple statue that works on psychic powers, etc.

I could use my standard white votive candle, anointed with the Demons oil - that would be lavender, and burn the incense he likes. I don't use traditional Goetic correspondences, but rather different ones I found in a modern book. Guess what? They work!! No Demons have killed me & they have been present. Lol!

Anyway, my necromancy Demon thinks my project, #163.190, will be successful, and he told me a few things that are exciting but I'm too doubtful and negative to believe it. I know, I need proof.

I've also been *meandering* around, trying to figure out where Muerteria is coming from? Yes, I'm channeling, and I get it through my spirit guide Lorkane...but where? Lorkane says I will know soon enough but he said that we don't want to "compromise my career."

Whaa? Career? I'm disabled & on SSI. I do readings & some rituals for chump change on Etsy. Dunno wtf Lorkane means. I have $400 to my name. No career here!

Oh, okay. Lorkane told me a little bit. Not convinced that I could do what he says. I have his permission to say...

Lorkane told me to either do YouTube or Instagram to get fans & ppl excited, to help with the inspiration and momentum of my writing. The compromising part is my Etsy work. Lorkane wants me to keep up with Etsy for now. He's just worried about me loving social media too much & dropping Etsy.

Why Etsy though? I make SO little. Guess it's my customers. They love me and they're faithful. I love and treasure them too!

I just have ever-crawling doubts about not being good enough, not seeming intelligent enough --I'm not a scholar and I have no collage AND only high school equivalency (GED). I went to trade school for medical transcription, aced it with a 4.0 in everything, but job went bye bye, replaced by voice. I'm extremely smart with all things medical. I talk to my doctors in their speak, but in the occult -- this matters not. Pyelonephritis isn't antinomian, is it? 😂

I really only expect shit from ppl who don't understand Muerteria, something didn't or doesn't work for them, they encountered a negative muerto, they somehow got an infestation (very rare), are angry because they don't have the same "powers" as me, or got in a tussle with some lower being -- like a lesser demon.

So for anyone who wonders:

Muerteria is a Spanish word that means deathly.

I and only I, am the Creator of this practice/path. No one had it before me.

Muerteria is 100% mine, no material is taken from anyone. I've made it a point not to mimic other practices/paths/religions. If there is any similarities, I'll be damned! !ol!

Muerteria isn't fictional because it has been based on solid teaching that I received & put into practice. These practices work in the real world. You can put a lot of faith into something & make it work, but can you do it daily? And get concrete, in your face results? Can you use divination practices to back it up? You CAN, with Muerteria. Yes, it's real!

Muerteria is for everyone & anyone. Death touches ALL! 💀

Isn't Muerteria weird & morbid? If you let it be so. I've always been into death. It started when I first remember watching Hitchcock's Psycho with my mom, at 4. Met Santa Muerte at 8. It just snowballed from there on. I expect that ppl who find this path will have been touched by death too.

Rituals? There is a ritual cycle. Only three holy days. Completely unrelated to those in paganism & Christianity. The cycle is called Riptein. The other rituals are the Daily Misa & High Misa. These are NOT like misas in Espiritismo. The only similarity is séances, which only may take place during a High Misa. And, the Muertera/o/ist is alone.

On that topic, Muerteria is a solitary path with NO initiation and absolutely NO rank. Muertera/o/ists are best alone.

This is a *heavy* practice. Heavy on candles, heavy on time (Daily Misas are at least 1 hr to 2 hrs, depending on cleaning -- washing glasses & altar). Prayer for your muertos elevation is essential, so I recommend white votive candles for drawing and a large blue candle for elevation. To begin, two flames & one large glass or vase of water works. In Muerteria, we go up to 11 glasses of water & 11 flames. Think about this work - must be done every three days.

There is much more. Just talking about a few things that may welcome or deter.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[arithwomancer]

🛼🧃🍄📚🍬

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm on a laptop and cannot do emojis so i will describe them. Also idk if this is "your latest wip as the whole work" or like "latest chapter of your wip" so i will do the latest chapter: knife emoji, dog emoji, pig emoji, butterfly emoji, ...is there a dear emoji? If yes, that, if not then idk, skull emoji.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

Hmm I don't post much personal here so that could be anything. I guess.... funny story is that one day my mom just casually mentioned me having blue eyes and I just looked at her for a moment and then said "mom my eyes are green." and she was like "what? no!" then looked and was like "well they didn't use to be." idk if she was just wrong and didn't want to admit it, or if she was right and they genuinely changed colour over the years. I don't really have any photos of me as a kid with a clear view of my eyes handy to check. also mom has one blue and one green eye so that's cool as fuck.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Honestly I can't think of any off the top of my head, I think that's not really how I ship. I maybe have a few but I['m blanking. For me, I don't think I really head canon anything? At least not anything major. Like I prefer to keep things fluid and have a bunch of different takes, really. There are some takes/head canons I go "absolutely not" to, but that's it, really.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

I don't use a notes app! I make notes with pen and paper though, and the last thing I did was either making a grocery list or outlining some stuff for my Naruto fic.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Oh I have loads. I think the one that is most likely to get me killed is for figure skating (so real person fandom) is that Yuzuru Hanyu was amazing when he was competing, but ever since he went pro he sucks. His new programs and costumes are terrible, his dancing is cringe, and I wish he'd shut up because his interviews are boring af. and those photoshoots? they look awful.

Another unpopular opinion is that Naruto is a terrible character. Originally he's positioned as the underdog and someone who lacks talent and has to work hard, contrasted with Sasuke's natural talent or whatever, but honestly as the manga was written all his powerups were arguably because of innate advantages or not really his own power. Like, sage mode? you need lots of chakra and a strong body for that apparently--he has lots of chakra and a strong body because he's an uzumaki and the jinchuuriki of Kurama, he was naturally predisposed even if he still had to work for it--and I can't remember if he used shadow clones to speed it up or not. Speaking of... A lot of his training was sped up with shadow clones, which he can only make so much of because of Kurama. Kurama cloak? Kurama's power, not his, instant power up as soon as the fox was like "yeah okay, we're besties now." He got that wild magical power up from the sage of six paths? it was a magical power up from the sage of six paths, he didn't work for it.

Also he's so fucking annoying, I can't even blame everyone for hating and avoiding him as a kid. Like I really don't think the reason he had no friends was because everyone warned their kids off, I think it's that he was absolutely obnoxious and no one wants to be friends with that.

[sappynapper]

here’s some real shit guys

DT helping with your computer issues hcs

Dream

soooo patient

like he goes into dad mode when he’s helping you with this kind of thing

if you get really frustrated and upset easily when computer stuff goes wrong he is so so good at calming you down and reassuring you

telling you “your work isn’t gone, i can get it back, it’s fine” in a soft voice while he’s clicking through stuff and rubbing your back

he loves doing it too tbh

even if it’s kinda early or he’s busy or w/e, as soon as you tell him “i have a computer question” he’s more than happy to help

makes him feel special and smart when you need him (🙄 /affectionate)

if your relationship is public knowledge he’s tweeting lame jokes about it all the time and flaming you tho

@Dream: ‘@y/u/n collects computer viruses (gatherer) then about once a month i get rid of them all (hunter)’

and don’t think he’ll let you or anyone else forget how smart and great he is etc etc

brings it up forever in pursuit of more praise

bonus: he noticed that there was quite a repetitive, mechanical element to your work that took up loads of time (i’m thinking adding citations to essays but w/e) so he holes up in his office and writes a code that does it for you so you can “spend less time working and more time with him”

he’s so ?? 🥺🥺🥺

Sapnap

if it’s an easyish fix he’s your guy

sorts it out then feels all smug the rest of the day

(side note, his furrowed eyebrow concentration face is hot af. u can’t even think about being stressed w your laptop bc you’re drooling over him fs)

when it’s fixed he insists he deserves a reward 👀

(just like a kiss guys relax 😅)

however

if it’s really complicated chances are he’s gonna be even more frustrated than you were

“nah screw this it’s completely fucked, i’ll just buy you a new one baby”

if it really really needs fixing or you give him doe eyes about it (he’s fr fucking helpless to your doe eyes, like instant kill shot) he’ll secretly get dream to fix it then pretend he did it to get all the loving afterwards lmao

your lathering on the praise for “saving” your ass, sap’s basking in it, and dream’s just stood there in the kitchen trying so damn hard not to say anything like 🧍🏻

it’s killing him but he knows how down bad sap is for you so he lets him have it (best friend shit fr)

Sap will joke around loads afterwards about how you’d be lost without him but if you get all genuine like “it’s true, you look after me so good” he’s straight up gonna cry

George

definitely the best at computer stuff of the three

100% can fix even the most terrifying blue screen of death problem

but when you ask for his help fixing something he’s all “what’s in it for me?” bc he’s a dick lol

you have to promise him all sorts of things just for him to fix it in like 3 clicks

you’re just like ���oh 🧍🏻 … i’ve been scammed”

“mmm not my problem, you agreed, you have to make dinner and give me kisses 😘 ”

(like you weren’t gonna do that anyway 🙄)

that’s unless you’re actually upset bc it’s messing with a deadline or something important

hit him with the waterworks and he just comes straight over and fixes it real fast

he’s all nonchalant about it too like “yeah no big deal ez clap uh huh” when you’re thanking him, read: absolutely smothering him in kisses

secretly loves it sm though and if you stop he’s all like “hmm, no. you’re not done. more please”

[goldentsum]

━ thirst posts - idol! reader 

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: finally, another bnha post-- my submissive and overstim fic on my bnha masterlist was lonely so i whipped up another bb HAHAHAHA UNEDITEDDDD

━ bakugou ♡

an angry boy that hides his feelings inside and in social media--.. he has multiple accounts that caters to different moods that he has, there’s the daddydom acct then theres the sweetbabyboi acct-- HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SOMEONE FINDING OUT HE HAS THE LATTER ACCOUNT

kacchan loves you because of the fact that you two were different but also similar, with him being angry and intimidating on the surface but a mess of feelings inside and with you being sweet and soft on the surface but a vixen inside 

DUALITY-! TODOROKI DOESN’T EVEN COMPARE TO YOU WHEN IT COMES TO DUALITY-! bakugou would fight anyone for you if someone calls bullshit on you. he would 100% NO HESITATION would deck someone-- 

he def has thousands of pictures of you in his phone and laptop, the ratio of pics of him and other things to you is outstanding,, 1:8 def

HE ALSO SCREAMED ONE TIME WHEN YOU POSTED A VIDEO WITH YOU SHOWING YOUR DUALITY--! everyone in the dorm thought he was angry, in actuality he was hyperventilating because you’re so hot-- also this happens so frequently, class A doesn’t even address it

bakugou: [SCREAMING IN HIS ROOM]

class a: lol, yall hear something--

[(y/n)ssweetboi]: hOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SOFT THEN TURN SO SINFULLY PRETTY?? I’M SO ANGRY AND SO ATTACKED RN-!! mOMMY NEEDS TO CALM THE TF DOWN AND SHOULD JUST WRAP THE HOLY THIGHS AROUND MY FACE-! 

━ todoroki ♡

he’s basically the epitome of head empty just (y/n) 24/7 pls--

people would look at him and think, “huh, i wonder what goes inside that pretty head of his?” then todoroki’s brain just goes: “rAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) “

if someone has a mind-reading quirk, press f for them because of how sinful his thoughts are-- 

HE DOESN’T EVEN CARE IF ANYONE KNOWS HE’S THINKING OF LEWD THINGS! HE’S SO BRAVE PLS-! SO BRAVELY STUPID AND THIRSTY 

in his room, he has a wall and altar that is dedicated for you. all of your merch, the past concert tickets and bands, polaroid pics he got in your albums, and polaroid pics of when he bought the royalty ticket are all on that wall-- yall wondering how he has all that money to afford that? three words. endeavor’s credit card. 

this boy goes all out when you have a concert-! HE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT TO WAIT IN YOUR WEBSITE WAITING FOR THE SECOND THE PRE-SELLING OF TICKETS. he refreshes the site every 1 second pls--

shouto: [refreshing the site for the nth time at 3 AM] [clearly sleepy]

site: PRE-SELLING

shouto: [SHOOKEDT] [awake af] i AM SPEED-! CLICK YOU FU-

he’s also so cocky and boast-y on his account pls-! he’s so different in his main and irl 

[officially_(y/n)sbabydaddy]: i GOT THE ROYALTY TICKET-! AGAIN! you peasants can’t relate, huh. press f for all of you. i’m going to see my baby mama again <3 a little fact for yall, (y/n) smells really good <3 especially when she’s sweating 🥴 bet she tastes amazing as she smells <3

━ kirishima ♡

baby kiri is still a little shy about mentioning that he likes you and kpop but that doesn’t mean if someone ask him about kpop, he’ll act like he hates it or he doesn’t know. 

A CLOSET HARD STAN THOUGH

hard stan kiri goes HARD FR like his quirk and his dicc AND HE CAN’T BE STOPPED IF HE STARTS

he has you being pretty as usual as his lockscreen and got all giddy and happy when his grandmother ask if you were his girlfriend,, bet your ass that kiri said that you are-! 

inside his phone though, is a completely different matter-.. this boy has all sort of thirst pics of you! and he gets a little shy when he stares at your pictures for a little too long and makes eye contact with you in the pic LIKE HE WASN’T JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LEWD-! 

he and kaminari binge watches you and your group’s web series and THEY ALWAYS WATCH YOUR COMEBACK TOGETHER AND SCREAM TOGETHER

kaminari thinks kiri is a soft stan and tries to get him to join the dark side aka the hard stan side of twitter-- what kaminari doesn’t know is that kiri is on there already and also creates contents here and there 👀

kaminari: bruhh-! look at this edit of (y/n) as a demon-! 

kirishima: [looking at the video he edited all night] wow--

[rockhardfor(y/n)]: if you see something in my pants- PLEASE ITS NOT A WEAPON AND JUST MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! i don’t wanna go through that again as i try to explain that a video of a queen throwing it back is the cause of that-- </3

━ shinsou ♡

HIM AND TODOROKI ARE THE SAME WITH HOW THEIR THOUGHTS GET 0-100 REAL QUICK-! LEWD THOUGHTS ARE LIVING RENT FREE IN THEIR BRAIN PLS-- 

also that tired look on shinsou’s face is not showing what really goes on his head bUT unlike todoroki, he gets conscious of his thoughts when he gets to the real nasty parts when he’s daydreaming as he remembers there’s people with quirks around him

shinsou: [thinks about you getting your guts rearranged by him] hehe~ <3

also shinsou internally: [realizes that someone might know what he’s thinking about] 002223444212487537924 lah la la la laaa! i’m thinking of rabbits-... yeah rabbits lol fluffy rabbits that hops across the garden- nothing dirty here. just pure innocent thoughts

shinsou also creates and reads fanfiction-- as soon as that bell rings, he would zoom zoom out of that classroom and into his room to read smuts

then he gets inspired and he stays up all night to write THE DIRTIEST SMUT ANYONE HAS EVER READ-!! the piece gets A LOT of hearts and comments and he’s PROUD PROUD

now he also has commissions for fanfiction and shinsou is getting money because of how perverted his thoughts are-! he’s also so talented in writing! HE LEGIT GOES INTO DETAILS SO PEOPLE ARE LIKE: “WOAH-!! HOLY WATERRR”

it’s a win-win for shinsou, he can turn his fantasies into stories and GETS money for it? bruh, fap material AND GET CASH <3

[(y/n)as_akittycat]: so is anyone not gonna comment on what (y/n) was doing in the background? KITTY WAS ON H E R KNEESS-!! bruh, kitty is flexible- ya’ll know what this means, right? mORE POSITIONS-! <3

━ kaminari ♡

this boy has no filter THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO GET EMBARRASS BY IT-! LIKE AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID, “i want to fuck (y/n) so hard that her ancestors could feel it-” 

so are you not gonna do it? bruh, talk about empty promises- 

HE MAKES SHINSOU SHOOKEDT WITH THINGS HE SAYS AND THAT TIRED BOY MAKES SMUTS-! shinsou def uses kaminari’s lines in his fanfics pls whatta power duo

kaminari: i wanna shove my dick down in (y/n)’s throat and cum so deep, you could see it trailing down her throat--

shinsou: [SHOOKEDT] what the fuck dude?

also shinsou internally: wRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN-! 

ONE TIME, he got too excited when you posted a video of your choreography wearing those tiny shorts and he short-circuited-- he really went: “wIEEE~” 

he’s cautious now not too excited, especially when he’s outside and you post out of no where

it’s also a miracle that his twitter account is still running with how erotic and lewd he gets in his tweets-- HE ALSO RETWEETS EDITS OF YOUR MOANS IN HIS FEED-! IN HIS MAIN ACCOUNT! HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT

he’s either REALLY FUCKING brave or just plain stupid. maybe both idk

[(y/n)k.denki]: have you ever just look at someone and go, “wow, i would really wanna fuck you hard right now” because i do. everytime i see my queen-- LET ME HIT (Y/N)-! I’LL BE GOOD I SWEARRRRRR

[thran-duils]

Use All of Me (P.12)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Twelve) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,008 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: ♫ Steve is getting desperate ♫

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Tony was pacing in front of the cameras he had up on the large wall when Steve entered the room. Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Rhodey were already down there with Tony, sitting or standing. The general feeling in the room was tension and it was permeating the air.

“Get anything from him?” Tony asked as soon as he caught sight of Steve.

“He didn’t know shit,” Steve said gruffly. “Not that I gave him much time to say anything past admitting he had known she wanted to escape. If he was going to help her, he would have driven her off the property himself and disappeared with her. He would not have stuck around afterward if he had assisted her in any way. He was not that daft.”

“I would beg to differ on that,” Natasha commented, coming to stop in front of the cameras, her eyes searching the screens. “Are you only focusing on New York?”

“Larger cities in the north east for now mainly,” Tony answered, coming to stand beside her. He pointed at the lower right corner of the screens. “I have it set up to follow the main tracks of the Amtrak across the country the longer time passes.”

Bucky came up to Steve and asked, “Her family?”

Steve shrugged, “Her parents aren’t alive. Didn’t mention anyone else really. She was an only child.”

“What about her friends? They could have family in other states.”

“I could look into that,” Clint said. “Facebook isn’t that hard to look through and people are always oversharing on that stupid app.”

“Speaking of her friends… if she says anything she’s heard from you, Steve, about the business, that’s not going to be good,” Rhodey said, looking grim.

Uncomfortably, eyes swept to Steve quickly and he shook his head. “I don’t think she’s concerned about that,” Steve said tightly. “She just… wanted space. And instead of asking, she does some impulsive, unsafe bullshit.” He was working himself up again, his hands resting on his hips tensely. “Absolute horseshit.”

Tony turned from the screens, taking a few steps towards him. Trying to reason with Steve and calm him down, he told him, “Look, Pepper did too when we first got together. It takes a while for them to adjust from the hustle and bustle they were used to, but they do eventually. Unfortunately, Y/N had persistent friends. Stupid, persistent friends at that. But we are going to find her. You’re gonna get your kids back and her.” Tony held up his hand as an idea came, “And on that note, you need to register with the putative father registry.” Steve’s brow stitched in confusion. Tony laughed and said, “Trust me. I did it when I was younger because I was a little loose and needed to know if any of the women I was with – and I was for sure the father – were going to do anything with the kid that would blow back on me. There’s a notice to claim paternity form for a child born out of wedlock. With that, you’ll be notified of any court proceedings, such as adoption or guardianship changes.”

Steve’s jaw clenched at this and Tony said, “I don’t think that’s out of left field that might happen.”

“I’d love to see her try,” Steve said darkly, a deep scowl on his face.

Tony had to smirk at that ferociousness. “Hmm, me too. And good thing about this is that she won’t be notified that you registered. You know, not that she would get a notification anyway because she is AWOL, and it would go to her old address. It also doesn’t need to get notarized.”

He clapped his hands and turned to look at everyone else. “So, we’ll keep these on here. Like I said, the Amtrak cameras are going to go down the three main tracks. If it happens she’s gone for longer, we will start scanning outwards of the northeast on the other cameras. Barton, you got the familial ties. Man, big notes if the family is in a bordering state. Oh, I did get access to Natalie and Yua’s phones, but they are unfortunately turned off. Smart cookies. But if they turn them on again, it’ll light up on this laptop—”

“I’ll watch it,” Natasha volunteered.

Tony nodded in acknowledgment. “Unfortunately, we can’t put out a look out on the license plate because well… it’s Natalie’s car and it’s not stolen if she’s driving it.” He sighed and shrugged, “The rest of us… just on standby I suppose until we get something.”

“Do you want me to handle the meeting tonight with the union?” Rhodey asked.

“I forgot about that. Thank you for remembering,” Tony said appreciatively. “So, yes. And don’t let them try to bully you into giving them a bigger cut. Our deal is set, they just need to give us the money from the trade.”

“Do you have the surveillance video? Of Y/N leaving?” Steve asked him suddenly.

“You sure you wanna watch that?” Tony asked, skepticism lacing his tone. “I don’t need you punching a hole through these screens or anything.”

“No, I want to see it,” Steve said. “I want to see what she left with. Make sure she just didn’t hop in a car without anything.”

“Alright,” Tony said, still sounding uncertain. He walked towards another laptop and opened it, working to pull up the video.

Steve was there behind him, looming. He sat in the chair in front of the laptop, watching Tony rewind to the part he wanted to see. It stopped as the women started coming out of the house. Steve leaned forward, his eyes zeroed in on where Y/N was standing saying goodbye to everyone. He watched until it was just Yua with her and then Natalie came out of the house, a duffel bag over her shoulder and a hoodie and hat in hand. She threw it into her car and they moved quickly to put the coat on Y/N and get her into the backseat of the car. She was adjusting the hat and pulling the hood up as Natalie pulled away.

Tony was right. All Steve wanted to do was grab the laptop and smash it repeatedly on the table to try to quell some of the white-hot rage exploding inside, thinking if Bryce’s dumbass had just been outside, they would have never been able to even get her into the car in the first place. And how Natalie had managed to not be stopped in the house by him made him even angrier if possible. The giant oaf had been watching a movie Wanda told him.

He held it together though, keeping his hand steady as he reached up and closed the laptop with a slight snap but not too hard.

“Well, at least she’s got some clothes I guess,” he said to no one in particular. He pushed the chair back with a loud squeak. “I need to go on a run.”

<><><>

“And what? Go back to the city and wait for Steve to find me and beat the crap out of me until I give him information?” Yua asked seriously.

Your mouth fell open slightly at her bluntness. You had asked Yua what she was planning on doing past this as the three of you sat on the back porch of the cabin in the moonlight. When you had suggested going home, she had rose her brows in surprise before saying what she had.

She noticed the look on your face and apologized, “Sorry. That’s just… what’s going through my mind. Filter is a little gone by now.” She held up her fourth beer can sheepishly.

“I don’t think it’s far from the truth,” you said quietly. “So, you’re smart for worrying about it.” You shifted in your seat and admitted, “Steve doesn’t exactly sleep much either. So he’s got more time in the world than most.”

“Insomnia?” Natalie asked.

“No. He doesn’t need to. He would fake it a lot of the time… you know, just to lay in bed with me during the night.”

“That’s kind of romantic,” Yua said and Natalie shot her a piqued look. “What? It is!”

“Or creepy because he wanted to be next to her all the time,” Natalie retorted.

“I think it was a little bit of both. It’s not like he wouldn’t hear me get out of bed even if he was in his study or somewhere else in the house, so it’s not like being right next to me would have made much of a difference in the long run,” you muttered, picking at the blanket. “But, he enjoyed it I think. Lying in bed with me. Snuggling me while I slept. He’d watch TV quietly too.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking of how you had enjoyed those moments too, waking up with him there, warm in his embrace. Admitting that out loud though was too hard; like it was fake that you had asked for help.

“Good thing light doesn’t bother you when you sleep. Honestly, I’m jealous of your ability to just fall asleep wherever,” Natalie said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Soaking it up while I can,” you said, giving a halfhearted smile.

“Where are we going to go though? Seriously? We can’t exactly go back to our apartments for our things. I’m afraid someone would be watching,” Yua said and you admired her ability to think ahead like that.

“We could order a moving service. Have them store our things in a storage unit outside NYC. Then after a substantial amount of time, have it shipped to wherever we move to,” Natalie suggested before she sighed heavily. “How am I going to get a good recommendation for a job by just quitting?”

“You could call and tell Brett the truth. Well, not who we are running from, don’t want to get anyone else involved, plus you know… they are already going to be mad about Y/N leaving with secrets. So no need to incriminate them when they’re already expecting it. On the off chance they do find us, not having gotten them in trouble with the law will probably bode well for us. But anyway, you know… tell Brett that you’re helping a friend escape an abusive partner.” Yua suggested. The two of you were staring at her in astonishment and she shrugged. “What? That’s what I was going to do with my boss. I can work from home completely. I already do it half time. He just needs to mail me a laptop and we already have WiFi here. Thank god, I would die without Netflix.”

“You astound me sometimes,” you told her, a wide smile on your lips. And it was quickly replaced by tears of gratitude and she reached for your hand, grasping it tightly. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… overwhelmed. I didn’t want you guys to have to uproot your lives for me.”

“We’ve been friends for a decade. Plus, it’s not like I have anything going for me back there anyway except a high paycheck and a string of hard dicks following behind me like dogs and I can get that somewhere else,” Yua responded, taking a swig of her beer as you and Natalie laughed. She gave your hand one more squeeze before pulling away.

“Plus, New York was getting a little tired anyway,” Natalie chimed in. “I’ve wanted to move. Not ideally like this but… I think we can make the best of it.”

Nodding, you said, “We can try.”

You suddenly stilled, your fingers digging slightly into your abdomen.

Yua sat up quickly, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I… I think one of them just kicked,” you said, a slow smile spreading across your face. The two of them immediately relaxed. You shot Yua a look and asked, “Is that too early?”

‘No, that sounds right on time,” Yua said. “Especially for your first one.”

Looking down at your abdomen, you smiled again softly this time. You tried to will them to move again, imagining them sleeping there. You wondered what they were dreaming about.

<><><>

Steve thanked Tony for bringing him the sandwich he had placed in front of him, taking a large bite. He was and had been planted in front of the surveillance screens for a long while, only getting the minimal amount of sleep he required and only when someone else was there to watch while he was out. Rhodey had just been watching with him and got up to stretch his legs, also thanking Tony for bringing the sandwiches.

A ring cut into the silence and Steve swallowed before picking up his phone. He saw the number on the phone, recognizing it as Dr. Kamal’s office.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Rogers?” A voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Yes?”

“I am calling from Dr. Kamal’s office. It looks like Y/N has an appointment right now and we were wondering if you were on your way…?”

“Shit,” Steve swore under his breath and said, “No, no we are not on the way. I’m sorry. It completely slipped my mind to call and cancel.”

“Would you like to reschedule? There’s an opening later in the day, there was another cancellation. Or we can look—”

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Steve cut in. “I don’t know where she is.”

“O-oh,” the assistant said on the phone, stammering a bit at that information. “Like today or…?”

“I haven’t seen her for days,” Steve clipped. “She ran off with her friends. I’m not sure to where. I have not had contact with her. So, I can’t make an appointment because I don’t know when I’ll find her or if she’s coming back.”

The assistant said slowly, “Um, well, I suppose then give us a call when you do know.”

“Will do,” Steve muttered before hanging up the phone.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh, slamming his phone down on the counter. His mind was racing thinking about Y/N missing a check up and something being wrong with the babies, with her, or both. He hated not having control of the situation and not being confident she was being kept safe by him.

He looked to Rhodey and Tony. “It’s time to report her missing.”

“Steve, she’s not missing. The cops won’t—” Rhodey started to say.

“I don’t need the cops. If we get her face out there, someone might call.”

“And if that someone is a cartel or something? Saw her face, kidnaps her or all three of them and then demands ransom?”

Steve shouted, “Then I’ll fucking pay it, Rhodey!”

Rhodey closed his mouth and shot a look at Tony, who merely shrugged in return. Rhodey sighed, knowing that Tony would be acting the same way if it was Pepper who had run off on him and would not be garnering any support to dissuade Steve from it from him.

<><><>

Yua came into the cabin quickly, tossing her bags down, startling you and Natalie watching a movie. She stood in front of the TV, blocking the view. “We got a problem.”

“What?” the two of you demanded in unison.

“Your face is all over the place on one of the news channels. I saw it at the mini mart behind the counter.”

Natalie scoffed, “How? Are they saying she’s missing?” Yua nodded and Natalie let out a frustrated noise. “Aren’t those supposed to drop if no foul play is expected? Like… they can easily draw conclusions that you ran off on your own accord. It’s clear in the tapes I’m sure!”

“Money,” Yua said darkly. “They’ll be able to keep up advertisements about it forever probably with all the money they have. Probably banking on everyone wanting to do a favor for Captain America. Who wouldn’t want to be in his debt for a favor? Plus, they’re also playing the ‘she’s not mentally competent’ card.”

“What?” you asked shocked, feeling like you had gotten socked in the stomach.

“You can’t be serious. Just because she’s pregnant?” Natalie demanded.

Yua said nothing which was answer enough.

“How will I go to a hospital?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie assured you quickly, “You can use an alias when they admit you. And when we bring you in, we will have a hood on and a hat, just like when you left. Hopefully there won’t be a lot of people in the ER. Upon discharge, your real name would be attached to the records but under HIPAA you’ll be protected.”

Yet, HIPAA could not protect you from someone who desperately needed money really.

“But… won’t someone turn me in to Steve?” You could not keep the worry out of your voice.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Yua said gently. “And I don’t think it’s something you should worry about.”

Squeezing your hands together, you focused on your breathing, trying to remain calm and push the thought from your mind. Your birth was still far enough off that hopefully it would die down a little.

“Have you thought more about adoption?” Natalie asked you gently.

You nodded, “Yeah. Can I though if I am not a resident of the state?”

“You can surrender a child – or children, in your case – up to the hospital within 72 hours in most states. I checked,” Yua said.

“Good,” you said, nodding. It hit you suddenly and you asked panicked, “You turned your phone on?”

Yua shook her head and said, “I asked the guy at the station to check it out for me. Slid him an extra five dollars while I went to call my mum on the pay phone, let her know I’m okay. He was confused but he did it.” You relaxed hearing that, as did Natalie. Yua ventured, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do? Adoption?”

You swallowed thickly, avoiding eye contact. The two of them were quiet, waiting for you to figure out how to answer. “I’m not sure,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

~~~

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[babygirl-diaz]

Ndbxksndjs that "Bucky jealous of himself" was amazing as all your writings are, I love it!! But now imagine that, for some reason (the power of the script™ if you will), 40's Bucky goes to the future and both og Bucky and James get jealous af when they see him flirt with Sam

(Took me forever but I finally got around to it, anon.

@trustseok you said to tag you when I finished writing this)

***

Just as their luck would have it, it turned out Dr. Strange was out of town. The man was on a tech-free vacation, which meant Bucky was screwed.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’ll figure something out,” Sam tried assuring him by resting a hand on his shoulder, and Bucky tried hard not to melt into his touch.

When they got home, James was at the door immediately, blocking their path.

“What are you doing?” Bucky tried to push past him but James pushed back.

“Okay… don’t freak out, but--”

“What did you do?” Bucky asked, worried.

“I did nothing!” James quickly defended himself. “He just turned up out of nowhere.”

“Who are you talkin-” Bucky’s eyes widened in shock when he saw it-- him-- saw him. A younger version of himself was standing behind James. He was dressed in a raggedy old khaki shirt with khaki pants. His face was covered in ash and a few burn marks. His sweaty brown hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were sunken, and he looked really malnourished.

“Holy shit. Is that another you?!” Sam was the one who broke the awkward silence. “I need to sit down.” He added dramatically and walked past the two versions of Bucky to sit down on the couch.

“How did he get here?” Bucky asked James.

“He can hear you, boy,” said the younger version of Bucky.

“Boy?” Bucky scoffed. “I’m older than you, kid.”

“This is like watching an episode of the Twilight Zone.”

“I love The Twilight Zone,” James announced.

“What’s The Twilight Zone?” younger Bucky asked.

“Everyone shut up about the Twilight Zone,” Bucky yelled. “We've got bigger problems.” He added, pointing at younger Bucky.

Sam got up from the couch and came over to stand next to younger Bucky. “Hey, hi, I’m Sam,” he said, waving at the man.

“Hello, Sam. I am Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.”

“Let’s just call you Sergeant Barnes for now to avoid confusion,” Sam replied

“Okay, you can call me anything you like.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up at that. Not this one too.

“Um okay?” Sam replied, unsurely. “Do you know how you got here?”

“Hydra took me hostage--”

Bucky tensed at that part, and beside him, he felt James tense, too.

“Steve came to save me and-- oh god, Steve-- I told him I would not leave him and then I did. I don’t even know if he made it alive.”

“He did. Will take more than a little fire to kill that punk,” Bucky replied fondly.

“Are you allowed to tell him that?” Sam asked. “I mean, if he’s you from the past-- there could be consequences.”

“It’s oka-” Before Sergeant Barnes could finish his sentence, he stumbled on his feet and Sam caught him..

“Shit… Sergeant Barnes, let’s get you to the couch,” Sam helped Barnes to the couch and sat him down. “How are you so calm about this? You ended up in the future. Your future self is still young...”

“I guess after everything I’ve seen this week, nothing surprises me anymore.” Sergeant Barnes replied.

Bucky knew exactly what the other man was talking about. This is where it all started.

“You okay, man?” Bucky felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see James giving him a concerned look.

“Yeah, just wondering what the hell is going on? Why are different versions of me turning up here?”

“What did the Wiza- I mean, what did Doctor Strange say?” James asked.

“Nothing. He wasn’t there. He’s on vacation apparently and didn’t take his phone with him.”

“How can someone take a phone with them, silly?” Sergeant Barnes asked.

“Oh, you’ve got so much to learn and see, kid,” James told him.

“No, he doesn’t!” Bucky snapped. “He is going back soon. Because the longer he stays, the more there is a chance that I will cease to exist.”

“Not such a bad idea,” James mumbled under his breath, but Bucky heard him.

“What did you just say?” Bucky asked, and pushed James back. “Say it to my face.”

“Oh, I’ll say it to your face, you little shit,” James came back and tried to punch Bucky, but Sam got in between them and held James back.

“James, no!”

“Oh sweetheart,” James started with his flirting again. “What are you doing? I could have hurt you instead of that asshole.”

“Don’t sweetheart me,” Sam scolded him. “You two need to get it together. There’s already so much shit that we need to deal with.”

“Sorry,” both Bucky and James said at the same time.

“So what do we do now?” Bucky asked. He just wanted these two versions of him to go home already and for his life to return to normal.

“How about you two do some research and in the meantime I will take care of the wounds on Sergeant Barnes over there?” Sam suggested.

Barnes perked up at the idea, and Bucky frowned at him.

“Where do we even start with the research?” James asked. “Can’t exactly type ‘how to send your counterparts back to their own time and universe’ in the search box now, can we?”

“No, but you two are smart, you will figure it out.” Sam patted both of them on the backs before making his way over to Barnes.

“I’ll get the first aid box,”

It didn’t really surprise Bucky that Sam knew exactly where the first aid box was. The two of them have used it on each other many times.

Bucky handed the laptop to James and got his phone out to do the research. But he couldn’t keep his attention off Sam and Barnes.

Sam cleaned Barnes’s wounds while Barnes kept staring at Sam. Is that what Sam meant when he talked about Bucky’s staring problem?

“Let me know if it hurts…” Sam told him

“How can anything hurt when you’re being so gentle with me, Sam?” Barnes asked. “So you have a dame or a fella in your life?”

Bucky’s grip tightened around his phone.

“No,” Sam replied. “Do you?”

“No…” Barnes sighed. “...I am in the middle of a war right now.”

“At least you get a brief break from it.”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” said Barnes. “But I’d rather be there. Steve needs my help. Do you know Steve?”

Sam turned to look at Bucky, who shook his head in return. Sam gave him a brief nod before turning back to Barnes. “Yes, I do. I mean, who doesn’t know Captain America.”

A quietness fell between all of them as Bucky browsed through his phone and James browsed through the computer.

“You’re great with your hands.” It was Barnes who finally broke the silence.

Bucky looked up from his phone and glared at Barnes, who was busy watching Sam.

“If I could, I would stay here just for you.”

Sam chuckled and got up to sit beside Barnes. “You are quite a flirt. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Oh, every day, doll,” Barnes winked at him

Bucky let out a low growl in his throat, causing all of them to look at him.

“Sorry. Just frustrated… I can't find anything.” He quickly made an excuse

“Yeah, I can’t find anything, either,” James chimed in. “Oh, and Sam, that little punk is right. I would stay back here just for you too.”

“Well, good thing neither of you is staying back,” Bucky grumbled.

“I actually like them, though,” Sam chuckled. “They’re entertaining.”

“Which one of us do you like better?” James inquired

“What?” Sam asked

“I’m curious,” James shrugged. “But I already know the answer. It’s obviously me.” He got up and came over to stand next to Bucky. “You can say so, darling.”

Sam looked like a deer caught in headlights and he looked between all three of them.

“You don’t have to answer--” Bucky started to say, but Sam cut him off

“Sergeant Barnes.”

“What?!” Bucky and James exclaimed in unison

“You’re choosing him,” James asked, frowning at Sergeant Barnes who just looked smug.

“He’s sweet,” Sam shrugged

“I wanna kill him,” James grumbled beside Bucky

“You and me both,” Bucky replied.

“He’s your younger self.”

“I don’t care.”

[captainsspnanon]

C3E1 - reaction liveblog

I hate that I’m not going to be able to watch all of this tonight, BUT I AM READY!!!!!!!

What the funky ass mushrooms???? I LOVE IT, PLEASE BE A PLACE THEY GO TO

Pre-stream art is showing a lot of non-Marquet stuff though, so maybe not. :(  SAD I WANT TO SEE IT

Some of these locations though, omg

Wait, Gilmore with a dude.  Is that from ExU?  Dammit, I haven’t seen it because I assumed it wasn’t going to be campaign canon, bu I guess it is. *sigh*  I’ve seen the Narrative Telephone with the cast, I’m just worried it’s going to be TOO chaotic for me.  The NT episodes WERE, and the first hour or so of ExU that I saw didn’t seem like my speed.  WELL, we’ll see.

Several art with VM, but no M9 yet…

Downside of watching live?  Can’t skip through breaks and can’t watch art reel at faster speed (‘cause I love the art and don’t want to skip it, but at the same time don’t want to spend so many minutes on it)

And HOPEFULLY I’ll be watching live each time now!  Or at least during the day on Friday, if I can’t stay up late on Thursday.

More VM art…

I’mma try to make my C3 reactions spoiler free for C1 and C2, but I’ll tag as necessary if I think I say something too risky.  NONE OF Y’ALL PROBABLY CARE, but I’m doing it for the non-existent followers I’m pretending I have.

Desperately hoping my basically dead laptop doesn’t die, because I’m using it to type and I won’t be able to recapture these thoughts if I lose it. As long as I don’t try to use the internet, it SHOULD be fine, ‘cause that's what caused it to keep dying before…..

5

4

3

2

1

AAAAAAAA

Liam and Laura sitting together!!

Sam in a suit!  Not doing the shirt bit, I guess.

YES THEY KEPT “IT’S BEEN A WHILE”

Travis and Marisha together again too

OH GOD THE SET

I’m only starting to look at the set now, that’s incredible!

Eeh, cutaways for ads.  Not a huge fan, even though the ads are fantastic!

Fuuuuck, reminder that Sam is tall as shit.

Also, sorry, but bearded Sam is hot AF.

The thing that I am sad about the cut aways is I can’t see their reactions.

Marisha hot AF

Ashley looking hot AF

I want M9 dice!  PUT OUT M9 DICE PLEASE

new opening time!!!!!

...tf?  I’m hoping that means that we have one ready with the new characters in it, because that wasn’t an opening.

NEW PLACESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Ooooooo, awesome starting setting!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!

EXITING ALREADY??????

ACCEEEENNTTTTTT

Laura sorcerer!! Human?  Low strength again

WHAAAATTTTT Warlock/Sorcerer and what the fuck is she????? OMG  High charisma though!!!  Excited!!!!

Kinda sad that the rest of the cast isn’t there for the descriptions though….

So spellcasting for both, but limited spellcasting

This set is so fucking good, though I’m sad there’s not more behind Matt.  Maybe he’ll have more projections behind him?

This setting is so fucking awesome I need to see fanart and also keep learning it!!  Too complicated for me to learn on first watch.

GOD THIS SET  with everyone else gone I can’t help but stare!

Want the other cast to come in soon!!!  Not sure how I feel about it starting to separate and the beginning.

Oh god I need to learn the new names!!!!   That’s gonna take a bit!  Imogen and Laudna?  Think I got it.

FIRST ROLL

...why do I feel that Laudna’s gonna kill me this campaign?  Like, maybe it’s just ‘cause Marisha’s HOOOT right now that it’s adding to character appeal.

Subtitles have errors, but that’s okay

Mindreading feature??? Overwhelming minds?? OMG

Lots of new races being brought in, unexpected to me!

Sam put on the shirt omg

ASHONT!!!  Tal’s character! WHO WHAT GIVE ME ART

He/They Earth Genasi!!!  Barbarian!!!!   Oooooo.  Low charisma, that’ll be interesting.

Fuuuuuck this is a cool looking character.  Did he make the teenage asshole character that he played in the Critmas oneshot?

Also, multiple NPCs tied in to PCs now already….does this mean West marches campaign might be an actual thing?  Hate that I’m kinda worried about this….I should trust CR, but I don’t want a campaign where they’re not all together.

WAIT WHAT

Fresh Cut Grass??? Letters???????  OH GOD HE DID GO WARFORGED.  Cleric!!  Damn, which means no Liam Cleric, sads.  BUT HOW TALL IS HEEEEEEE

Tal has no real accent, Sam is strong AF

Oooh, this is going to be interesting characterization for FCG

Kinda hope Sam doesn’t continue the shirt bit the entire time, but I feel like he will.  Ah well.

Another NPC.  Yeah, I’m worried and hate that I’m worried.

Lol Sam’s already falling out of the accent.

The other cast aren’t in another room, good.  Just heard Liam laugh.  Bleh, wish they could have been on camera then.  It’s one of the things where I feel like they’re playing to the camera versus playing for themselves, which makes me a bit sad.

Looooots of NPCs

Sam is quite small, apparently, continuing the trend!

Marisha and Sam, favorites so far!

Over an hour, still missing PCs, and no interactions with the group.

Robbie!  ...Fuck, I don’t want a west marches style campaign….

Wait is this literally the ExU cast

are you shitting me

I haven’t seen ExU

I have many many MANY mixed feelings right now

Yeah…...worried as shit now.  I don’t know how I feel, I really don’t

….I do love Fearne’s voice at least, though I didn’t get to know her because I haven’t seen ExU

Fuuuuuuck Orym’s voice is way too hot AF

Chaotic fucking Ashley, omg.  FEARNE.  I did like them from what I saw at the start of ExU!  It’s just that I didn’t continue after the first hour or so……

Interaction??? ARE WE FINALLY GETTING INTERACTION????  An hour and a half in.

Like, I’ll be fine with this if Robbie is a permanent if it’s still all the cast being together.  But if it’s splitting them up, I’m going to at least start off disappointed.

Also I hope Travis is actually going to be here?

SET GOING SUNSET AAAAAAAA and everyone freaking out I love it!

Oh god yes they’re getting together thank god.  Let this not be a west marches campaign and I’ll be happy.

But no Travis.

No TRAVIS

But Robbie is kinda shifted over?  So it seems like there’s room for him?

What the fuck is this amazing initiative??!?!?!?

..Oh man, Cap.  I’m gonna need your thoughts.

I want to see the minis up close

What the fuck Marisha this is amazing

Wild Magic Barb for Tal????

YES TRAVIS YES

WAIT WHAT OLD MAN, I WANT TO SEE THE ART AND STATS BUT THE BATTLEMAP IS OUT

...I hope they don’t to the HDYWTDT for every kill, but maybe because it’s the first battle?

Hmmm….almost Fjord voice.  I hope he starts differentiating it more later on.

WAIT BERTRAND BELL

SAM WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT A GAS CAN

So Travis is level 5, ExU cast is level 3, what are the others?  3 or 2??  So will this be exp or milestone?

Tal (Archon? Ashton?  I FORGET) already lying and pickpocketing.  Okay, we’ll see how I end up being about this.

So.  Two sorcerers, two fighters, bard, barb, cleric, druid, and warlock.  Alright, gonna be interesting

Break now.  Man, I already want a Talk so bad!!!  I have so many questions!  Why use the ExU characters?  Why bring back Bertrand Bell?  Why different levels???  I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

I should be going to bed now, but I don’t want to.  Why do I think I’ll be staying up the entire time and FUCKING REGRETTING IT IN THE MORNING

OH GOD ASHLEY WHAT IS THIS DURING BREAK

You know I hadn’t thought of it, but I feel bad for people starting with C3, because they HAVE to know stuff!  They have to know ExU!  And the one shot for Bertrand Bell!  Which means VM!

Alright, Bertrand’s voice has aged a bit, so now it sounds more different from Fjord.

But Bertrand is really speaking like he wouldn’t be a part of this, which makes me nervous again for west marches style

FCG really spilling backstory here

Mmmm, don’t think I like the night effect, it really washes everybody out

WAIT THERE ARE STARS IN THE BACKGROUND AAAAAAAA

Yeah, I can’t see Travis playing this character long term, its’ way too much of a silly one shot character.

Interesting that Sam’s starting his character off as a tag-a-long again like Nott.

Rollies?

Okay good, they recognized we were all confused

I LOVE seeing Ashley making bold choices this campaign

Lots of rolling against each other so far

I’m much more quiet in the second half as now I’m just watching it play out

Okay, I cannot WAIT to see how Fresh Cut Grass is going to be halfway through the campaign and by the end

Why do I feel like the Lord dude is just Scanlan in disguise

Fireplace is cool, but it turns on the night sky.  They might need to fix that

…...weeeeird ending

Mixed feelings overall.  Wish I’d have a good idea of how the campaign is going to go, at least in terms of everyone playing at once, or broken up into teams

Interesting start! Looking forwards to seeing how it goes

@suicidallyreckless

[sailor-manga]

“Pantsu”- a drunk Denki Kaminari drabble.

A/N: Honestly, I really wanted this to go a certain way- But I couldn’t exactly execute it. It’s rather soft, and I don’t like it- But quite a few of you like the other Denki drabbles I’ve wrote so hopefully you guys will enjoy it. 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, cross dressing [kind of]

Word count: 1,655

Late nights, you hated them. You wished for once your body would get tired at a decent time but it seemed like it fought more than anything. Lazily tapping away at your laptop, you would have music playing in the background which you idly nodded your head too. Sighing out you would look at the clock that read 3:26am before leaning back and letting out a grumble, was there even a point to try and sleep now? Regardless of when you actually did, you wouldn’t be up until late afternoon. 

Rubbing the back of your neck, you’d click the tab that read Facebook to start to scroll through posts, chuckling at a few memes that Kirishima had posted to his feed a few hours ago. Sharing one of the photos, you would write a caption simply labeled “Me af” before hitting sharing to your timeline. That was the only thing that seemed interesting though, unlike you, people seemed to have normal sleep schedules, which kind of sucked, you wished you had an insomnia buddy. 

It seemed your wishes were heard, because the loud chime of a Facebook message caused you to jump. Rubbing at your eyes, you’d look down to see it was a message from Denki Kaminari. Now you two have definitely had a history.. You two dated on and off, but due to his busy schedule it just never seemed to work out. You two remained friends though, he was a good guy and you more than understanding when it came to being busy. For a while you couldn’t even sit down for more than thirty minutes without something coming up and you had to go take care of it. 

Opening the message, it was barely readable.. A drunken gibberish that you assumed said ‘What are you doing up’ but on the screen it read ‘Wtah ra u dosing up?’. Squinting your eyes a little you would shake your head a little bit. 

Y/N: “Can’t sleep, have you been drinking?” -Sent at 3:29am

Denki Kaminari: “haw did you knaw#?” -Sent at 3:31am 

Shaking your head some, you would only assume he meant to say ‘how did you know?!’ but you weren’t going to even bother trying to correct him. Closing your laptop, you would grab your phone next to you instead and go to the messages before hitting the call button. It rang for a moment before finally he answered, the sounds of him fumbling with the phone and swearing under his breath before a sigh could be heard “Hello? Y/N?” he chimed in a happy slur. 

Smiling to yourself, you’d lean forward “Yes, hey- So why are you up at 3am, more than likely plastered” you’d ask. At first you would hear the male hum, like he was pondering what to say “I’ve had a lot more free time now, and I figured why not” he garbled loudly before clearing his throat “I’ve been thinking.. Would you maybe want to.. I don’t know, come over?” he continued on. 

Furrowing your brow some, you’d fight back a smile that wanted to surface. “And why would I do that? Hm?” you teased. A nervous chuckle could be heard from the other side, you could practically feel the other blushing. “W-Well, don’t you miss me? I miss you.. I miss you a lot actually, and I um.. Was hoping we could talk about things too if you came over” relentlessly stuttering the whole time. This made you chuckle out again “I miss you too, Kami.. But are you sure it’s a good idea that I come over when you’re this drunk?” you’d ask. 

More silence would follow as he thought about it “Mn, no.. I need you here, besides, I have a special surprise for you” he mumbled, the sound of him dropping the phone and quickly scrambling to pick it up again being heard. Letting out a giggle, you would shake your head some and look over to the car keys that sat on the table. It wouldn’t hurt to go over there right? Denki was harmless, it wasn’t like anything bad was going to happen- Plus he was someone that you trusted. 

Letting out a large sigh you would snatch your keys “Fine, I’m on my way- Don’t go passing out on me” you warned before hanging up. Getting up you would walk into your bedroom and slip on a pair of jean shorts and a clean shirt, since you were wearing your ‘lazy’ pj’s. Not suitable to meet up with someone. 

-----------------

The drive was quick and soon you were at his door and calling him again, your face growing impatient “I swear to god if he passed out on me..” you’d mutter to yourself before finally the male would open the door, his cheeks flushed and body seeming like it was going to topple over. Hanging up the phone you would roll your eyes some and step inside “Jesus, Kami.. You can barely stand” you’d say before closing the door behind you and kicking off your slippers.

The blonde was quick to lean against you, hugging onto your waist with a happy hum “I’m so glad you came.. I missed you so much, Y/N” he mused. Letting out a soft sigh, you would hug him back and keep an arm around him once you were done, helping him back to the sofa to sit down. When you two were sitting though, he didn’t let go of you “Mmn, I missed you so much.. Your smell, your warmth, everything about you” he slurred. 

“Denki, we’ve only been split for like.. Two weeks at most” you’d mumble out, patting his head. Denki would quickly nuzzle into your hand before shaking his head dramatically “Two weeks is way too long!! I don’t want to be broken up anymore.. I’m not busy anymore, and even if I get busy again- I’ll make time for you!” he practically yelled in your ear. Placing a hand on his face, you’d push him away lightly “Jesus Kami, don’t need to yell” you’d huff before meeting his half lidded gaze “Listen, you’re drunk right now.. My answer is yes, we can try again- But let’s not finalize anything until tomorrow when you’re sober” you’d say quietly, pressing a hand against his warm cheek. 

The male would quickly nod and throw his arms out, hugging onto you tightly “I’m okay with that! I can promise you though, my answer won’t change” he mused happily before pecking your cheek sloppily. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you would sigh. You really did like Denki, the reasoning's for your break ups were never malicious or with ill intent, you knew that you two could make it work. Petting his locks back, you would glance down at him. His eyes were closed and he was nuzzled into your shoulder happily “Wake up, Sparky.. You still need to show me the surprise” you huffed, jerking your shoulder slightly to shake his head.

“I- Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t sleeping” he hiccuped before looking at you with a blush “The surprise is in my pants” he admitted, his already flushed cheeks lighting up into a vibrant red. You would just stare at him for a moment, trying to gauge if it was a joke or not, but the look on his face read clear that it was really in his pants. “Here, I’ll do it” he slurred, stumbling to get up and keep his balance. 

Watching him fumble with his belt, he would quickly strip it and drop it onto the floor. Biting your lip some, you would lean back and enjoy the show. The way the male was so flustered he couldn’t even look you in the eye, or how his hands were betraying him and giving him nothing but struggle when he tried to unbutton his pants. He seemed to finally get it though, and he would look up at you once more before shrugging his pants down and lifting his shirt up a bit so you could see. 

Blinking a few times, you would stare at the males groin covered with a pair of women's yellow lace panties. They fit snugly on his hips and show a very prominent outline of his cock. “Denki..” you’d mutter out “You’ve been.. Wearing panties?” you asked, which caused him to stumble a little, but he was quickly able to catch himself on the arm of the sofa. “E-Ever since you made me wear those clothes.. I can’t help but.. Like them” he muttered out helplessly, which made you smile a bit “That’s adorable” you’d reply moving your head to the side to see how the panties lifted his ass. 

“You brought me all the way here, just to show me your.. Panties?” you’d ask with a smirk, only for him to quickly sit down and shake his head “N-No! Well… yeah.. But I also wanted to try and get you back, I know you like this, and I want you to want me” he pouted, which made you lick your lips “Denki.. I liked you even before the women's clothing, yes this is a little bonus, but I wouldn’t dislike you if you didn’t like wearing them” you said patting his cheek with a gentle smile. 

Nodding some, the blonde would hug onto you once again and kiss your cheek “Mn..stay the night with me, we can talk more” he slurred. 

Rolling your eyes some, you would purse your lips “I think we should wait to talk more, but I will crash here with you” you’d say untangling yourself from his arms and pulling him up, you would wrap an arm around his waist “Let’s go cuddle, okay? We’ll talk in the morning” you would coo sweetly.

Denki nodded and leaned some of his weight on you as you two made your way down the hall.

[adarafaelbarba]

Goodbye brother

pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader (Sonnyverse) fandom: Law and Order Special Victims Unit warning: mention of death. Angsty af.

To say she was embarrassed by the who ordeal that had been going down for he last couple of months, well, that would be an understatement. (Y/N) was mortified. First she had been accused by Sonny’s boss and colleagues about leaking the article she had been writing, early, and without getting the green light from them. Then they involved her boss who fired her. And when she thought she was safe in the comfort of her own home, well, she apparently wasn’t safe there either, as Sonny started yelling at her the second he came home. The icing on top of the whole shit cake that was currently her life, was the fact that she was completely innocent. Not that anyone seemed to care about that.

«I didn’t leak it Sonny! I’m telling the truth! Someone hacked my work laptop and sent it from there!» she had pleaded with her husband. But when he wouldn’t listen she shook her head, tears already running down her cheek. «When you decide to listen to me, I’ll be at my parents house, with the kids!» she spat, running to their shared room to pack her things. The kids already had a lot of clothes at her parent’s house, so she only needed to get things for her self.

«Doll!» he tried. «Save it Dominick! I don’t want to hear it», she said, glaring at him before storming out the house. (Y/N) thanked her lucky stars that the kids were already with her parents. The worst thing she and Sonny could do was to fight in front of the kids.

~~~

That was a couple of months ago. She still hadn’t been told she was right all along. And she was still ignoring Sonny. The truth was, she wanted to make up with him so bad, mostly for the kids who were crying most nights asking for him. But they were both hotheads, so unless Sonny came to his senses and started apologizing for how crappy he had treated her, she didn’t want to hear it.

(Y/N) was in the middle of writing a new chapter for her book when she got a call from her sister-in-law.

«Hello? Nina? Hey! Calm down, please, and tell me what happened.» Nina was talking about a mile a minute, and it was getting hard for (Y/N) to understand what she was saying. «Oh my God! When?! Just now? Hey, shh. Tell the others I’m on my way!» (Y/N)’s brother, Tony, was a fire fighter with firehouse 61 in Chicago. And according to his wife, Nina, he had been severely injured on the job.

She couldn’t really say she played favorites when it came to her brothers, she loved them all equally. Not to mention three of their brothers, Ed, Val and Leo, also worked in the emergency service industry in Chicago. Ed being in intelligence for the Chicago PD, Val worked as an EMT for  firehouse 61 and Leo worked at Chicago Med as a trauma surgeon. Being a worried sister came with it. Especially with Ed, Val and Tony who were on the front line every day.

~~~

(Y/N) bolted through the doors of the Emergency room at Med as soon as she got there. «Casey! Where is he?!» she called out, locking eyes with Tony’s lieutenant, Matt Casey. «(Y/N)! Oh my God! Thank God you’re here!» he said, hugging her. «They took him into surgery a couple of hours ago. He’s in recovery now, but still under», Casey added, helping her sit down. «Where’s Nina?» she asked, looking for her sister-in-law. «With your brothers, they’re at Tony’s place», he explained. Nodding her head at that, she leant back in her seat, taking a deep breath.

«What the heck happened out there?» she asked no one in particular. «He tried to get a mother and son out of the building and a beam fell down and trapped him under it. We almost didn’t get to him in time», Otis said, biting his lip as he sat opposite her. «But you did get to him. Thank you.» She felt tears slip down her cheeks as she stood up and hugged Otis.

~~~

Hours went by until Dr. Halstead came out, looking at everyone. «Where’s his family?» he asked, before spotting (Y/N), Nina, Ed, Val and Leo. «Come with me please», he said. «Casey can you please call my parents for us?» (Y/N) said, expecting the worst by the way Will was standing.

She was right to think the worst. Dr. Halstead explained that the damage was too severe, he had been in there too long, and the beam had hit just right, meaning it was no saving him. Biting her lip, (Y/N) stood back as her bothers and her sister-in-law hugged and cried. She didn’t know what do do, all she really could do was pray that this was all a joke, a sick dream, and that she would wake up and Tony would be there, awake and smiling at her as he told her one of his weird jokes. But she knew that wasn’t the case, he was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Tony was just laying there, machines beeping around him. If only he had taken the day off like he had said he was going to do, according to Nina. But there was never anyone who could tell Tony not to work, he was stubborn as a mule and loyal to a fault.

«I need someone to sign off on the papers if we should turn of the machines or not», Dr. Manning chimed in, standing next to Dr. Halstead. «Can we wait until our parents get here?» Leo asked his colleague. «Yeah sure», the brunette girl said, nodding before she and Halstead left.

~~~

The five of them sat there, just watching Tony for what felt like hours, until (Y/N) couldn’t take the silence anymore and got up, going out to the waiting room.

«(Y/N), how’s Tony?» Casey asked, approaching her as the other fire fighters looked up or got out of their seats. «He—he’s not gonna make it. We’re just waiting for our parents and our other brother to get here before we sign the papers», she explained, wiping some tears away. «I’m so sorry to hear that (Y/N). If there’s anything we can do, you just let us know okay?» she nodded at that, giving Casey a hug.

(Y/N) decided to stay in the waiting room with the firefighters, just so she could be the first person her parents and Sergio saw when then got there.

She had stood so motionless that she almost didn’t feel the arms wrapping around her waist until she heard a soft murmur, «Shhh doll, it’s okay.» Sonny was the first and the last person she wanted to see right now. But feeling a moment of weakness, she leant into her husbands chest.

The moment ended quickly though as soon as she saw her parents rush in. «Ma! Dad! Ser!» she called out, running over to them, embracing them all in hugs. «How is he?» her mother asked, looking at her. «He’s not gonna make it ma. I’m sorry», (Y/N) said, looking at the ground as if she was the culprit behind the accident. «Oh god!» Mrs. (Y/L/N) exclaimed, falling into her daughter’s embrace. «I’m so sorry ma», (Y/N) whispered, hugging her mother.

They walked together into the room, leaving Sonny behind, wishing he could take his wife in his arms again and kiss her, to tell her it would be okay in the end. But seeing she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring, he figured she was moving on. Gina had told him about this divorce lawyer friend she had who had gotten (Y/N) the papers. He knew it was coming, he just hoped she would change her mind and come back to him.

~~~

Leo had come out a while after the arrival of their parents and brother. Every firefighter in the room stood up and looked at him. He looked so tired, having been here since the start of his shift the evening before. «Doc?» Chief Boden asked, looking at Leo. «He’s at peace now», was all Leo said, before leaving.

«Leo! Hold up!» Sonny called out, running over to his brother-in-law. «What is it Detective Carisi?» he asked, looking back at Sonny. «How’s (Y/N)?» Sonny asked. «Do you mean after what happened with Tony? Or after you decided to call her a liar and get her fired from her dream job and almost arrested?» Leo knew all about how Sonny broke her heart, all her brothers knew. «I—I should have never done it. I made a huge mistake, and I beat myself up for hurting her, every day. I don’t know what to do. She’s my dream girl and I ruined that», Sonny tried so hard to not break down and cry, it was the last thing (Y/N) and her family needed. «You should have thought of that before then!» Leo stated, turning to leave Sonny behind.

~~~

Later that evening at Nina and Tony’s place, (Y/N) called her mother-in-law. She wanted to say goodnight to the kids. «(Y/N). How are you holding up dear?» Mrs. Carisi asked, looking at her daughter-in-law. «I could be better. Are the kids still awake?» she asked in return. «Yeah hold on. Dom can you get the kids in here please?» Mrs. Carisi asked her husband.

A minute later the kids were in the room in front of the phone. «Mommy! We miss you!» Giovanni and Matteo said in unison. «I miss you kiddos too! Are you being good to nonna and nonno?» at this the boys and Angelina nodded their heads.

«Is daddy there too?» Dominick asked, looking at his mother. «No. Sorry baby», (Y/N) said, giving the kids a sympathetic look. She knew the kids were missing their father, and she couldn’t lie, she missed Sonny too. Having seen him at the hospital earlier had really made her feel better.

After the kids said their goodnights and I love yous, Mrs. Carisi came back in frame. «I know you don’t want to hear it (Y/N), and I was so mad at him when I heard what happened. But have you thought about talking to him? He’s not himself anymore, keeps asking about you and the kids in case I had heard something. I heard something about his attitude towards his colleagues have gotten shorter and he snaps easily», she explained. It broke (Y/N)’s heart to hear how Sonny had changed after the separation. After talking to the divorce lawyer Gina had recommended, she often though about going to Sonny and taking him back, but she couldn’t give up. He had broken her trust, that couldn’t be forgiven that easily.

She missed him like crazy though, and she knew it wouldn’t go away. «Maybe I can talk to him tomorrow?» she murmured, looking from her mother-in-law to the table. «You love him still, don’t you sweetie?» (Y/N) nodded at this, tears slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them, «Yeah, like crazy. But he hurt me, how do I forgive him for that?» she asked, biting down on her lip. «You don’t. But it helps talking it out. That way you can both go from there and hopefully make your way back together. You and Sonny were made for each other sweetie, we saw it long before you both did. Don’t let something so good go to waste dear», Mrs. Carisi said, giving her daughter-in-law a warm smile.

(Y/N) finished her video chat quickly after that, saying she was exhausted, but really, she needed time to think about what her mother-in-law had said. On one hand she wanted to run to where Sonny was staying, hug him and tell him she loved him and she wanted it again. But then in the back of her head she would tell herself that he didn’t deserve to be taken back, and well, that voice was usually the loudest voice.

She finally set for a somewhat healthy medium when she picked up the phone and dialed his number. (Y/N) just about threw her phone at the wall when he picked up. «Doll?» he asked, his voice sounding raw, almost as if he had been crying. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to hug him, she always hated it when he cried, she just didn’t want him to be hurt. «Hey Sonny», she said, and it was the first time in a long time she had said his name, and been happy when she said it. «Are you okay?» he asked, not quite believing that she would call him. «Can we talk? Tomorrow? Over breakfast, my treat», she asked in return. «I’d love that. But please, let me pay.» he offered. «Okay. See you tomorrow», she said. There was a short moment of silence before she added «I love you Sonny.» It was so silent after that, that (Y/N) thought he had passed out, until he replied just as softly as she had with «I love you too doll. Always.»

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[the-fiction-witch]

Long Distance

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SMUTTY SUGGEST + FLITY AF

I stood with my cup of tea waiting around outside the fitness building for them. Glancing around to campus, seeing everyone busy with their own thing. Until the door opened to minho and thomas 

"Oh thank shuck! I thought you'd gotten lost" I told them

"Relax newt don't klunk yourself" minho laughed as he began to walk 

"You two are always late" I sighed 

"I have to do my hair?" Minho complained, "you think I am leaving the changing room after my shower without doing my hair?"

"Fine, what were you doing then?"

"He was getting a little sugar off Teresa" 

"Really again? Can't you two wait till after class to shuck each other?"

"Not really newt, she's impatient. Besides we didn't shuck" he explained chiming into the conversation "just a blow job in the broom closet" he smirked 

"You still hung up in y/n?" Minho asks 

"No!" 

"Oohh come on newt, really? I shared a wall with your room I know how regularly you still talk to her" Thomas argues 

"No I do not, you a miss ‘earing" I argue 

"Ohh so I don't hear, oohh y/n, my beautiful little princess! I wanna be inside you so badly, I wanna fuck you raw my beautiful princess! Ever other night you think we are all out" minho laughed 

"That and I can't stream netflix when everyone goes to bed, because somebodies using all the wifi"

"She likes to call at night it's easier" I explain "time zones and all"

"Whatever newt, just don't be so damn loud with your digital girlfriend" 

"She's a real girl! You've met 'er several times?" 

"Newt… move on man. I mean yeah when you two were crushing on each other it was god damn adorable! But she's gone newt let her go. And maybe you can you know actually lose your virginity before your twenty one" 

"No, y/n's my girlfriend. I'm not breaking up with the girl of my dreams just because I 'ave to do long distance"

"Long distance never works out" Thomas laughed

"Well it will for us" I argued "I still love ‘er"

"Ughh" he both groan 

"We're not saying you have to break up with her newt we're saying you need to shuck something that's not your computer" minho says 

"I'm not cheating on my girlfriend minho" 

"It's not cheating! You think y/n isn't getting her rocks off with boys over there"

"No she isn't… we promised each other-" I began

"Ohh my God really? You saving yourselves for each other" minho laughed

"’ow about you do what you want with your dick I'll do what I want with mine" I sighed 

"Ohhh you poor boy, you are so unlucky" thomas laughed

"Why?"

"You finally get the balls to tell the girls of your dreams you like her on the day she announced she was moving back to England. Got her to agree to be your girlfriend she night before she left and now you promised to save yourself for each other… you poor poor thing"

"I'm fine Thomas, I Skype ‘er almost every day, trust me guys I'm fine,"

As soon as we got back to our house we shared it with a few other boys and everyone went to do their own thing. Thomas went to his room, Fry was out in the garden grilling, Gally was watching something on the living room TV and Minho went out with Brenda. So I went having a shower and washing my hair going to my room to get dressed, getting a nice shirt on and doing my hair basically trying to appear as good as I could from the waist up as I knew that what she would see. Setting up my laptop and getting a drink and some snacks as I likely would be in call with her all night.

And not a moment after I sat down to call her Skype began to ring 

'Y/n Y/l/n is calling'

I checked my hair a moment before I answered letting it load a second and I instantly blushed seeing her beautiful face, her hair done nicely and even a little make up done in her cute little dress smiling at me 

"Hi newt!" She giggled

"Hi y/n" I smiled back

"Happy anniversary"

"Aww 'appy anniversary princess" 

"I can hardly believe it's been a year"

"Me either" 

"Did you get your present?'

"No it's not 'ere yet, did you get yours?"

"I got it yesterday but I haven't opened it yet" 

"I told you, you could open it" 

"Well I wanted to wait" she smiled "I miss you"

"I miss you more" I told her, we sat four awhile eating snacks and having a little wine together much like if we were having a dinner date except instead of her being in the other half of a table she's on my laptop screen it was lovely chatting and catching up since last I spoke to her  "it's… a lot sometimes when your 'alfway across the world" 

"I'm not all that far really newt, just the end of a phone"

"I know, I just don't like messaging or calling I don't wanna bother you with the time difference and all" 

"Aww newt that's so sweet, but I'd rather you wake me and tell me you miss me then not tell me at all"

"Okay y/n, if you sure" I smiled 

"When's our next visit?" She asks "Christmas break, I'm coming to see you princess, remember?" I remind her 

"I thought I was coming to see you before Christmas?"

"You were, but it got cancelled because they moved the midterm so I ‘ave exams that week" I explain

"So can't I still come see you?"

"I don't know, I kinda have to focus,  all I'll Wanna do is be in bed ‘ere with you" I told her 

"Fine but you better call me so I don't miss you too bad" she smiled

"I will princess' I smiled she giggled blowing me a kiss so I gave her one too 

"Can you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to do work!" I heard Alby yell as he banged on my door making her giggle

"Sorry Alby" I laughed grabbing my headphones so only I could hear her "I really do miss you y/n, it feels weird you being so far away given everything. I mean we've been together and year and I've only really kissed you once, let alone anything else"

"Awww is that what's the matter newt? You getting all lonely?"

"Well… it's not ‘elping" I blushed "just ‘earing your voice...make me, you know" 

"Really? Aww poor newtie" she giggled "what about when I do this?' she giggled pulling her dress down flashing her beautiful breasts at me 

"Uummmm… you know what that does to me too" I smirked leaning back a little letting her see how hard I already was 

"Already?"

"All for my pretty princess" I winked gently rubbing on it though my pants 

"You got playtime last week newt" she giggled putting her dress back up

"Come on y/n please, I can't ‘elp it when you're so far away" I whine "please princess?" 

"Maybe" she giggled 

"I can unlock your toy box too?" I smirked playing with my phone a little "if my princess wanted her toys too?"

"Maybe later newt" she winked blowing me another kiss "love you" 

"I love you too princess" I smiled 

She giggled grabbing something from off-screen returning with her little box with the huge padlock on it so I smirked getting my own from under my bed and grabbing my phone “You wanna play on call tonight Princess?” I asked and she nods  “what’s the magic word?”

“Please newt” she whined so I unlocked my phone going into the app and unlocking the padlock on her box she giggled as it clicked unlocked and she took it off opening the box revealing all her little vibrators and her magic wand

“Can I ‘ave my toys too?” I smirked to her 

“What’s the magic word?” she giggled

“Please princess” I whined and she got her phone and next thing I knew my lock unlocked too so I could open my box to my little fleshlight and my lube “Playtime on call?”

“Come on” she giggled 

“Yes!” 

[worldwidebt7]

Hell(L)ing || 03

§ — Pairing: Chimera!Taehyung x Empath!Reader (with mentions of Reader x Other Members)

§ — Genre: SciFi AU, fluff, angst, smut, horror

§ — Wordcount: 4,456

§ — Rating: M

§ — Warnings: None yet~

§ — A/N: Reader and Namjoon get formally introduced to Taehyung! Though he doesn’t really make the best first impression…. But he still cute af! Thank you so much for all your feedback so far guys! I hope you’re enjoying the story!

 Summary: You moved out into the wilderness to live a calm, peaceful life. Your abilities made it impossible to live in crowded places, so even if you wanted to you couldn’t return. But when something happens outside the realm of even your normalcy, you start to think that maybe having everyone else’s emotions bearing down on you isn’t such a bad alternative to being trapped with your own.

Before you knew it, you were preparing a light lunch for when Namjoon arrived for your book meeting on Monday, the previous nights’ events pushed aside, but not forgotten. When you had woken up Sunday morning, Yoongi was still soundly sleeping on your couch, face pressed into the back cushions and hands wedged between his knees. You had smiled fondly at the scene, nostalgia flashing images of his past sleeping habits like a slideshow in your mind. Somehow, you were perfectly content with being his friend— now at least, the first two years after the breakup had been filled with sad one-sided longing to be embraced by him.

You only lingered in the living room for a few moments before passing through to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee immediately, knowing that the man on the couch would be in need of it when he finally woke. It wasn’t long after the brewing process started that the half-asleep zombie staggered into the kitchen in search of the dark liquid. You laughed when he walked directly into the kitchen island before sliding into one of the bar chairs at the counter. He never brought up the incident, nor did he comment on your disheveled appearance, ever the gentleman. You fed him a simple breakfast of cereal, and allowed him to drink more than half your pot of coffee before he slinked home, looking only a little more alive than he had when he first emerged.

The rest of the day had been just as unproductive as the last and you were significantly more relaxed than you thought you’d be, though you had gone to bed with all of the lights on in your house once more. Now you were making bibimbap and bulgogi for Namjoon’s arrival Monday morning as you struggled to keep the eerie feeling of being watched from creeping under your skin.

Cooking for Namjoon had quickly been established as tradition for your meetings. The first time you did it, it was due to the fact that the two of you were meeting at your house at dinner time and Namjoon had confessed to not having eaten. Instead of ordering takeout, you quickly whipped something up for the two of you and discussed the manuscript of your book over tteokbokki. He complimented your cooking to the point that you had unknowingly agreed to cook for him each time he visited, not that you particularly minded preparing food, you just weren’t sure how it had gotten to that point. It was nice, though, to share a meal with someone; especially someone as intelligent and handsome as your editor.

The rice for the bibimbap was just about done when you felt the familiar tingle of another person’s presence enter your perimeter, and judging by the inquisitive yet poetic nature of the emotions connected to this individual, you could only assume that it was Namjoon. Soon, a knock came at your front door and you called out, letting him know that the door was unlocked and that he may enter.

“Y/N?” He called, closing the door behind him. You leaned over the kitchen island, hands wet from washing lettuce, and beckoned him into the kitchen. You saw his form appear, clad in a tan trench-style coat, white button-down, black slacks, and think-rimmed glasses. He had a laptop bad slung over his shoulder, obviously containing his electronic device as well as several other packets of paper if you had to guess by the size.

“I’m just finishing up preparing lunch,” You hummed, happy that your company has finally arrived and you were no longer alone with your thoughts. The tall man placed his bag on the quarts surface and shuffled out of his coat— one that he clearly did not need as it was still early September and still clinging to the warmth of summer. He draped it over the back of one of the pub stools at the island and propped himself on his forearms against the counter, peering at the food being fixed.

“Smells good,” He mused, a pleased warmth spreading through your body and letting you know that he was happy with the cuisine he saw. You were suddenly then hit by the sharp pang of hunger he sent your way. Normally, you’d think nothing of it considering hunger is one of the most common things you experience from other people. However, this time it instantly brought you back to the faint, yet no less potent reading you received from the creature outside your house two evenings ago— its hunger crawled under your skin like an army of insects marching in every direction, the detached curiosity only making it more violent.

The ceramic cup you had pulled from the cabinet to offer Namjoon a drink with slipped from your hand, shaken by the memory, and it shatters on the floor, startling both you and your editor. You stare at the once beautiful cup before turning to Namjoon, who’s eyes were large and alarmed, with an embarrassed grin. You could feel the concern and fright spiking from the man in front of you, but most notably there was confusion.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You stepped back from the pile of shards on your floor with a small smile— Namjoon was a genuine person; caring, intelligent, lyrical, and even if you weren’t empathic, you feel as though you’d have no problem understanding him and his emotions. He made everything apparent in his words and actions.

“I’m okay,” You replied, slipping out of the kitchen quickly and retrieving your broom and dust pan before scurrying back to the mess you’d created. “Wet hands.” You gave a light laugh, trying to explain away your upset.

Your editor didn’t know about your empathic abilities, and you really didn’t feel the need to tell him. In a sense, it was nice having someone that didn’t have expectations of having their emotions perceived by an outside source, which, if you thought about it, was rather invasive and you could understand how it might make people uncomfortable. While you considered Namjoon a friend, he was also your editor, so it was less about you trusting him, and more about keeping your relationship on a more professional spectrum.

As you began sweeping, the kind man straightened completely and attempted to round the island.

“Do you want some help?” His inquire has you shaking your head and pleasantly grinning at him.

“No, it’s fine, I got it. Sorry about this,” you swept the fragments into a small pile and collected it in the dustpan before making your way over to the trash bin on the other side of the peninsula separating your kitchen from your dining space. Namjoon gave a snort laced in amusement.

“Why are you sorry? It was your cup….” When you returned to your original spot you noticed his left eyebrow quirked, clearly entertained by your needless apologies. You rolled your eyes playfully and began fussing with the food once more.

“Just go sit down,” you said turning your back to him when you heard the tell-tale ‘click’ of your rice cooker alerting you to the completing of the rice for the bibimbap. Thankfully, you had already placed two large bowls out in preparation and simply began filling the bowls about a third of the way with the steaming rice.

Behind you, you heard Namjoon treading away from the kitchen and towards your small kitchen table set up in front of the large windows that made up the entirety of the back wall facing the lake on the first floor of your house. You only had four chairs for the table in total, however you rarely ever had the need of all four and opted to keep two, as you usually only had one visitor at a time. He unpacked his bag into a neat pile and set it to the side, obviously intent on eating before getting to the heart of the meeting.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked, successfully removing two glasses from your cabinet without incident this time. You filled yours with iced barley tea, a favorite of yours in the heat of the summer.

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” He answered as he plopped himself into a chair at the table. You felt the anticipation buzzing in the air and stifled a laugh— the man really wanted his food. So, you poured his drink and delivered both glasses to the table before returning to the kitchen to bring the remaining items out for your lunch.

Once both of you were sat, the food presented appetizingly, the two of you settled into comfortable conversation. Lunch with Namjoon was always pleasant because Namjoon was pleasant— you could talk about anything, and any topic could easily slip into something philosophical. You enjoyed this; the intellectual talk kept your mind sharp and fulfilled, and you always felt the most satisfied after a long talk.

You had considered Namjoon a potential partner at one point, and when the two of you had first met, it was immediately apparent that he too had been attracted to you. But breaching the line between professional and personal relationship was not something that you particularly wanted to risk. Plus, you still had the lingering pain of your experience with Yoongi to keep you in check. And so, not wanting to experience another person falling out of love with you again, you kept any feelings to yourself until both yours and Namjoon’s sentiments faded into a fond friendship not unlike the one you had with Yoongi now.

Once the two of you had your fill, you placed the dirtied dishes in the sink to wash later and returned to the kitchen table where Namjoon was booting up his computer and sifting through a folder of papers. You almost huffed in disappointment— time to get down to business. You excuse yourself for a moment to grab your journal from your office.

You only needed to be in your office for a moment— just long enough to seize your journal and turn back to return to Namjoon in your kitchen. Your desk was facing the window overlooking the water; you liked looking out at the diamonds of sunlight dace across the ripples as you let your imagination carry you away too far off land. Whilst retrieving your notes you gazed out the window absentmindedly only to find something out of place. Or rather, something that didn’t belong.

There, standing at the edge of the water, was a man of rather average height and a mop of black hair on his head. You were frozen momentarily, something about the scene reminding you of your chilling visitor from the other night. Taking a deep breath to stabilize your racing thoughts enough to think rationally, your mind pulled a small piece of information out of your haze.

Seokjin’s roommate. The one he said would probably be wandering around. The one you saw on their property before. It must be him; it has to be him— the shaggy dark hair, though you only saw it from afar last time, was surely enough to tell you it was this mystery roommate.

You released a few more uneven breaths, holding your journal tightly by your side, and you took him in now that you had a better view. He was still outside your radius, so you couldn’t get a read on him, and his back was facing you as he stared out over the water, but you could tell he had a well-built form beneath his loose-fitted clothing. His stature though… was he smaller than your nightmare? Or was the presence of the specter looming outside your house that night so overwhelming that you had imagined him much larger than he truly was?

The man tilted his head slightly and you caught just the slightest view of his jawbone. You jumped slightly for reasons unbeknownst to you. It almost felt like he knew you were watching him silently from within your home. However, your startled brain soon posed the question: why on earth was he in your yard?

“Y/N” You heard Namjoon call, though he sounded close; was he calling from the bottom of the stairs? Backtracking, your eyes lingered on him for as long as your retreating form would allow before quickly darting down the stairs to find that your editor was, in face, awaiting you at the bottom. He wasn’t looking at you, though. He was staring out towards the back of your house and when you joined him on the ground floor you focused your attention in the same direction. “There’s someone in your yard…” You nodded at his statement, a still bit bewildered yourself.

“Yup…” You said, glancing at the tall man beside you before turning back to gaze out your window. “I think he’s my new neighbor,” you mused, more to yourself than your companion. You cleared your throat then, gaining his attention as you peered up at him. “Should, uh… should we go say hi?” Your brows furrowed, trying to express the uncertainty buzzing about. You could feel the same spike within Namjoon, however there was a bit of humor laced within it.

“We? He’s your neighbor,” he teased, causing you to send him a disgruntled, yet good-natured scowl. He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes as he nudged you with his elbow. “Like I would let you go out there with some weird dude.” Sighing, he began towards the back door, “Come on. We’ll say hi, send him home, and then finally get the meeting started.” You trailed after him, placing your journal on the kitchen table as Namjoon opened the door and stepped out. You followed suit, closing the door as to not let the cool air out of your house. The moment the door clicks shut, the mystery boy at the edge of the late spins to look at you, his gaze guarded at first. As you approached, what you felt made your blood run cold.

There was virtually nothing.

There were blips of emotions like caution and fear, even aggression. But there was nothing substantial to latch onto and this was both exciting and terrifying. How was it possible that he was evading your senses? How could he be keeping his feelings from flooding into you? Was he aware of your abilities? Or was he naturally repressive?

Not human.

You visibly tensed and stopped your approach, causing Namjoon to halt as well and turn to you in confusion, though you hardly noticed the taller man as you take in the daunting stranger. Now that you were within closer proximity, you were able to see his face— and he was stunning. You drank in his round eyes, sharp jawline, perfectly full lips, and flawless golden skin, each feature just as impeccable as the last. He was quite possibly the loveliest person you’d ever seen, and yet there was something unsettling about his beauty, the ethereal air radiating off of him almost too dreamlike.

Not human.

Your heart rate sped up, the same disturbing feeling from the other night creeping into your bones and setting your nerve endings alight. The dark-haired stranger locked eyes with you, and suddenly the small blips of intense emotions shifted— they were still on high alert, still nervous, but there was suddenly a softness to them, almost as if he were being cautious for you, rather than being cautious of you. At this, you couldn’t help the slight furrow of your brow as you regained your slow stride towards the boy, only stopping when you reached Namjoon’s side.

The unfamiliar man flicked his gaze between the two of you guardedly, looking as if he were to take off into the woods again any moment. You made no indication that you were going to initiate conversation, which Namjoon noticed and fortunately took the obligation from you at a low clearing of his throat.

“Uh, hello?” His deep voice and small step forward caught the other male’s attention and his eyes sharpened, locking onto your editor’s form. You felt a shiver at the aggressive spike in the air, both from Namjoon, and from the blips of emotion you could pick up from the stranger. Clearly Namjoon had picked up on the hostility directed towards him as well, and luckily for everyone, he was a smart man with a level head. However, he wasn’t immune to emotional outbursts, and the unwarranted behavior from this weird boy was clearly ticking him off.

“I-I’m Y/N!” you interjected quickly, trying to dispel the tenseness in the air to avoid a brawl. At your voice, the beautiful visitor snapped his eyes to you, still very much heavily guarded, and you sucked in a shallow breath through your nose. His gaze a piercing, almost as if he could see every muscle twitch, every pulse of your heart from where he stood— almost predatory.

You tried to control your heart beat, but with no success. Penetrating eyes, no stable emotional readings, predatory stare, defensive like a cornered animal…

Not human.

His eyes flicked between you and Namjoon, his body tense and when you glanced at his feet you saw that he was poised to dart off at any moment. What worried you is that you didn’t know if he meant to run at you, or away from you. You attempted talking to him again, hoping to calm him, but not before taking a step back away from him and sliding a bit closer to Namjoon.

“You’re Seokjin’s roommate, right? It’s nice to meet you…” You kept your voice as steady and pleasant as you could. He continued to scrutinize you, and you continued to try and hone in on what his intentions were, still only catching the small blips of hostility and distress at first until you saw his shoulders relax fractionally and you caught the smallest spark of the gentle caution you had earlier.

“Who’s Seokjin?” You heard Namjoon whisper to you, causing another aggressive spike in the air. This time, your head throbbed as well; an oncoming migraine more than likely caused by how hard you were trying to focus on your mysterious neighbor. You winced slightly, looking at Namjoon and withdrawing your abilities as much as you could.

“He’s—”

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” Speak of the Devil, and so shall he appear. All three of you snapped your head in the direction of the voice that you vaguely recognized as your new neighbor. You saw him before you sensed him, and usually feelings began faint and grew stronger as they neared you. However, when he entered the radius in which your abilities were effective, you were blind-sided by the power of his emotions. Anger, fear— panic, panic, panic. Always with the panic with this man; was he always going to be this intense? At least now his face matched his emotions. Breath knocked from your lungs, you nearly doubled over by the force and you immediately became overwhelmed, only finding little relief in your editor’s voice giving you something different to focus on.

“Seokjin?” He asked you, to which you nodded. The scattered throbbing in your head became a cutting pain, one that had you shying away from the sunlight and gritting your teeth. You felt a wave of concern come from Namjoon at your sudden change in behavior and your sent him a tight smile in return to reassure him.

“Yeah, he just moved into the house up the lake…” Namjoon nodded, taking in this information, and you both turned to readdress the other men before you. Seokjin had made his way to his roommate’s side quickly, clearly out of breath from his fast pace, and you expected the black-haired boy to be looking at the purple-haired man. Except, he wasn’t; his gaze bore into your own as you made eye-contact and you froze, unable to look away. His eyes were onyx, so dark that you couldn’t see his pupils, and completely bottomless, as if they were a gate to the deepest part of the universe.

“What are you doing here?!” Seokjin’s voice ripped through your hypnosis as you regained some of your composure, taking in the situation before you. Your neighbor was furious; his anger like hot coals burning behind your eyelids. His hand was wrapped around the boy’s forearm as if to ensure he wouldn’t be escaping his wrath. “When I said you could go outside, I specifically told you not to wander out of our yard, Taehyung! Why did you leave?!” Despite the fuming man’s temper, Taehyung, so you assume, gave very little as a reaction. He blinked at Seokjin and then pouted lightly like a scolded child. He glanced back in your direction before looking at his feet.

“I like it here better…” The baritone of his voice caught you off guard— the softness of his masculine face led you to believe his voice would be just as soft, but you realized that deep dulcet voice was a beautiful contrast to his looks. Strangely, you felt yourself eager to hear him speak again, as if his voice held some sort of magic over you. Instead, you heard Seokjin scoff.

“And that seemed like a good enough reason to disobey me? You know you can’t just be walking around—”

“Excuse me?” You nearly jumped at Namjoon’s interruption, as you had been too consumed by the unearthly boy with the deep voice. When you looked at Namjoon, you saw the exasperated irritation and confusion you felt lying beneath Seokjin’s anger written clearly on his face. You almost wanted to laugh, except you were just as confused as he was. What was going on here? This entire situation was absurd; a strange boy wanders into your yard, doesn’t speak to you, and then your furious new neighbor comes barreling in to scold the boy who is his roommate? So much for your peaceful sanctuary in the middle of the woods.

“Oh my God,” Seokjin finally seems to realize that you and Namjoon were in attendance, and the panic again overrides his anger to the point that you want to twist your face at it as if it were sour candy. Though, once more, you were pleased to find the panic present on his face. “I’m sorry! Did Taehyung disturb you?” Said boy’s pout deepened as he snuck glances at you, which you vigorously ignored due to the strange spell he had seemed to cast on you earlier.

“Actually—” You cut off Namjoon before his temper got the best of him. He was noticeably, and rightfully, annoyed at the moment. He had come here for lunch and a meeting, not to get wrapped up in some nonsensical drama that he probably had no time for. Still, you’d like to stay on good terms with your neighbors if at all possible, so you chirped up in an attempt to mellow-out the pressure hanging in the air.

“N-no! It’s fine, we just weren’t sure who he was…” You trailed off with an awkward laugh, hoping that Seokjin’s emotions would ease up and allow you the opportunity to breath. It seemed to work fractionally as you felt a small wave of relief. There was no hope for Namjoon’s irritation on the other hand— he would likely be in this mood for the rest of the day.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry about that,” the purple-haired man let out a tense laugh. “He’s not supposed to be out too much… he’s quite ill, so he’s often in bed.” Ah, there it is again. “I guess he got a bit restless and wanted to wander.” Again, more truths, half-truths, and lies and you were unable to decipher which was what. Still, that little voice inside your head was telling you to leave it be, Seokjin’s a good person. How frustrating.

“Oh, um, well my house isn’t too far from yours…He’s welcome to stop by from time-to-time if he’s able…” Perhaps then you could better understand why you couldn’t get full readings off of him. At your suggestion, you saw the boy in question look up at you, suddenly, with a child-like hope shining on his face. He was almost… cute. His hope was crushed, however, when Seokjin attempted to refuse your offer.

“No, I wouldn’t want to impose,” He looked at Taehyung, who looked back at him with the pout he had been sporting earlier. A melancholy leaked into the air slowly, something along the lines of remorse. At what you couldn’t place, but it was an unexpected emotion from the man who seemed to have no shame.

“It’d be no problem… It’d be nice to have company every once-in-a-while,” You assured him that having the sickly boy over wouldn’t be an issue, but it seemed to do very little to persuade him. Still, he seemed weak to Taehyung’s pouting face as you felt his resolve melt a bit.

“Well… we’ll see…” He said, looking back at you. Taehyung looked back at you as well, pout gone and entire demeanor brighter, sharp blips of excitement popping in the air like fireworks. He was cute. Namjoon, who had been standing grumpily at your side as you attempted to sooth the parties involved in this incident, had become quite impatient, and while you felt bad, you also knew that a smile was spreading onto your lips at his expense.

“Well, just know that it’s okay with me!” You placed your hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, getting the full brunt of his frustration though it was no less amusing to you. “We should head back in and finish our meeting,” You felt a string of emotions rolling off your tall friend that could all be condensed into the word ‘finally.’ Seokjin nodded, sliding behind Taehyung to grasp his other arm before he turned the both of them and began pushing the boy along back towards their house.

“I need to get him back home anyway,” He smiled— charming, lovely, and not completely sincere— and Taehyung sent you what you assumed was his signature pout. “Sorry for taking your time!” You wanted to laugh at their antics, but instead sent a friendly wave.

“It was nice to meet you, Taehyung!” You called after them, and you swore you saw his shoulders tense a bit. Once they were down the lake’s shoreline and out of view, Namjoon turned to you with an unamused face. You could only shrug, not knowing what exactly he wanted to hear from you, and he heaved a loud sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I still have a little time left. Let’s go talk about that book, shall we?” He said gruffly, making his way back to your house.

Ah. Right… about that…