#pulled from devianart

[joziah-cosplay]

Lightning transformation blades:

Use these as references

Note to see if I can use pvc pipes for hinge points and embedded magnets to hold the modes In place. I would prefer to not use 3d printed parts and instead use foamboard and resin casting when possible

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this beautiful fanart of Black Panther Wakanda Forever from the beautiful Nashuri ship of the characters of Namor and Shuri together, especially because I love that it is based on the scene of at the end of the movie after Shuri will arrive with Nakia in Haiti and more because I love that in the Namor he was watching Shuri and that when he saw that she was crying he would like to go to console her but as Namora they are there is the same with the but of leaving it she will be irritated by that and decided to take it for himself still very hurt ankle and literally pull him back to Talokan while Namor told him that he will let it go because it still hurt while he complained and agitated trying to escape the very firm and also very strong grip of her

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on DevianArt.

[midnightfire1222]

Christmas 2023 request from EgonDaLatz on devianart, who asked for their werepony pony OC Night Breeze. I was trying to go for something cute dogs do, like where they have their back legs kinda lay down and they look a little bit like they're otters. Not sure if I pulled it off entirely, but I think she came out cute regardless.

[englishbreakfasttae]

OBSESSION | JJK

➵ Summary :

You learn hacking from a stranger on the internet but end up clicking on the wrong website. Will he help you clean up the mess?

➵ Warnings :  🔞

This work of fiction contains dark themes and may not be suitable for all readers, yandere character, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, terminal illness, and LOTS of angst.

➵ Word count : 4.8k

➵ Masterlist : click here

➵ Author’s note : sorry for making you all wait for so many months. i had the shittiest 2021, but let’s just hope 2022 is better. this chapter is a filler, showing wendy’s side of the story (still in y/n’s pov) as she will be important in the next (the final chapter). THIS IS UNEDITED so please don’t mind my shitty writing uwu.

➵ Tags : @ mwitsmejk

Art credit : NaBHaN (devianart)

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C H A P T E R  3  :-

S K E L E T O N S  I N  T H E  C L O S E T

“Save your tears. I’ll reap your sorrow slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.”

- Hellraiser

It has been two whole weeks since you have received the dead rat parcel at your doorstep. Your state of mind has not been at its best, your mind has been constantly racing and you feel like you will have panic attacks anytime, but it hasn’t come to pass. It’s difficult to pick a battle. Should you keep worrying every time your phone chimes, indicating a text or a call, or when someone knocks on your door? Or should you be concerned about your ongoing exams at your university, on which your entire career depends? Or can you finally find the mental energy to spend time with your now ‘boyfriend’, Jungkook?

Whatever suspicions you had about Jimin is sizzling down because the Jimin you know will and can never do something like this. It has got to be someone else. Besides, how can he be pulling the strings from The States? He had to leave the very next day of your encounter and the last you heard; he hasn’t come back.

“Shit!” The call goes to voicemail as you try ringing her for God knows how many times. It has also been weeks since she left your shared apartment the very next day of her breakup with limited belongings of hers. She hasn’t returned your calls or texts and you can’t help but blame yourself for whatever has happened to Wendy. She was there for you every single day during your breakup, she was the pillar you could hold onto when hell breaks loose. But now that she’s going through so much pain and agony, you are not there for her. Or is it that she doesn’t want you to be there for her anymore?

You feel sick to your stomach realising that Christmas is coming soon and Wendy might not attend it with you and your family, which has been a tradition for many years. She never liked spending Christmas in her family’s huge mansion, with her parents and their poker faces, in parties where only people liked boasting their wealth and making small conversations about which Caviar is better. She said that spending holidays with your family felt like home, it gave her the family she never thought she could have.

You feel a pair of hands encircle around your waist, warm breath fanning over your neck. “Did she pick up?”

You turn around in Jungkook’s embrace to face him. It amazes you how he manages to look so good even when his brows are furrowed, and he has a hint of worry on his face. You stand on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck, ruffling the hair on his nape. “No, she didn’t.”

He leans his head closer to you and gives you a sad smile. “She’ll come around eventually, it’s best to give her some space for now, yeah?”

“I guess…” You look down guiltily, worrying about how Wendy must be when Jungkook tilts your chin towards him using his pointer finger and whispers, “do you want to dance?”

Your eyes light up at his proposal and you nod your head. He turns around to connect his phone with the Bluetooth speakers and plays a lively jazz record. He comes back to hold you by your waist and suddenly hoists you in the air, leaving you giggling like a child. He twists you around like a ballerina making you stumble a little. He starts laughing and you playfully smack his arm in retaliation. “Jungkook, you dance like an amateur.”

“Is that so? Would you be so kind to teach me the art of dancing, my dear?” He cups your cheeks and plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose, making you blush.

“Sure! Now, watch and learn.” You spread your hands in the air and start jiggling your body. Prodding around in the room while jumping like a kangaroo you keep rocking your head, making your hair bounce. Jungkook smiles like an idiot, his eyes trained on you as he joins you to make similar moves. You open your eyes and find him dancing, making you both laugh. He makes you forget about all the worries in life and the only person you can think of is him, and only him.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” you ask between the beats.

“Huh?”

You repeat the question, except this time it’s much louder. He stops moving and looks at you. “Nothing, really. You?”

“How about we spend it together?” You motion towards the flat, “in here.”

“But you said you’re going to your hometown for the holidays.” He takes a step ahead.

“Change of plans, I want to be with you. Or you can accompany me to my parents’ place?”

He rolls his eyes and steps right in front of you, taking your soft hand in his big ones. “We’ve been to how many?” Looking up at the ceiling he squints his eyes, “three dates and you already want me to meet your parents?”

“Only if you are comfortable.” You shrug. “Although, I’d rather spend it here, just you and I.” You can’t face your parents without Wendy, especially if they get to know that she has detached herself from you.

“It’s a done deal then,” he says as he pecks your lips softly.

⤚ ✵ ⤙

“Mashed potatoes are over the counter, Kook,” you nodded in the kitchen’s direction. Setting up the table without your mother was more difficult than you had anticipated, however, Jungkook came early for your rescue and baked the most delicious looking stuffed chicken you had ever seen. And gaping at his muscles flexing while he worked was just cherry on top.

“Here, looks delicious.” He starts arranging the crockery when you hear the doorbell ring, making your heartbeat fast. It’s a reaction your body has been giving from the trauma caused by your stalker, which you hide well from Jungkook, not wanting to worry him.

“It’s just mashed potatoes, how delicious can it get?” you scurry to get the door. But he stops you midway, somehow sensing your anxiety. “I’ll get it, you just relax here. You’ve done enough work for today.”

How and when did you get so lucky?

You watch him open the door, seeing his expression shift to that of confusion. Worriedly, you ask, “Who is it?”

“Who is it?” a woman steps inside, carrying two giant bags in either of her hands, followed by a man. “It’s your mother, who you, just so you know, forgot to invite to your…” she points at the small and rounded dinner table, “little Christmas gathering.”

“Mum, papa, what- what are you doing here?” you gasp.

Your father takes off his shoes and flaps his arms in the air, “surprise! We got food for you.”

You look at an awkward Jungkook standing by the door and then at your parents back and forth. This isn’t what you expected when you heard the doorbell ring, and you are not sure whether this outcome is better or the one you expected is.

“Stop standing there like a deer in headlights, I’m starving!” your mother walks hurriedly and starts setting the table with the food she had brought. “You dining table is so small, how can we ever fit all the food and eat here, ____?” She asks and her eyes land on Jungkook, making them widen. “And who is this young man? Is he your boyfriend?”

You scratch your ear out of nervousness and nod, “Yes, this is Jungkook… My boyfriend.” You try looking anywhere but at your parents. “Jungkook, this is my mum, and this is my dad.” Jungkook quickly bows his head and greets them, making a satisfied grin appear on her face, but it seems she wants to tease you more.

“And you didn’t care to tell us the reason for cancelling our family dinner, why?” she playfully glares at you, you not realising that she’s not serious. “You know, we would’ve been completely fine if you brought him too. How can you be like this?”

“l-” You are unable to form words when your father comes for your rescue. “Hush, now. You don’t have to pull her leg. ____, it smells pretty good here let’s not wait, the food might get cold. So, Jungkook is it? Let’s get to know each other son.”

After all, you ended up settling in the living room because the centre table you had was comparatively big enough to fit all the food. Sitting on the carpeted floor, you passed everybody apple pie for dessert – Jungkook sitting beside you, and your parents at the sofa, while they got to know each other better. Lucky for you, your parents seem to like him, you’re not sure but he did make them laugh multiple times.

“You know, I feel like I have seen you before…” your father suggests. Before he can continue, you interrupt. “Oh, yeah, he used to be a part-time model.”

Your father gapes at you, perplexed. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve seen you in town, I couldn’t figure it out before but now I feel like I remember. You are Mrs Jeon’s son, right? Your family used to live by the river, I suppose.”

“Ah, yes,” Jungkook gulps. “I-I am her son.”

“See, ____ I was right.” Your father looks proud of his memory. You, on the other hand, are completely blown away by this revelation. Just thinking about growing up in the same town as Jungkook gives you chills. How did you two live so close yet meet so late? “How is your mother doing now? Last I heard about her she was in a coma,” interrupts your oh-so insensitive mother while you watch them exchange new information with a dazed face.

“Umm,” he licks his lips uncomfortably, “she is still in a coma, the doctors say that there might not be any going back.” Your heart sinks and you clutch his hand in yours. To think the same Jungkook who makes you feel all the happiness in the world; the one that rescues you all the time have struggled so painfully in his life. You feel like hugging him so tight till your hug removes all agony from him. You look at his aching expression making him look back at you nervously.

They carry on their conversation about Jungkook’s family, your parents quite insistent on knowing every single bit of his personal life. You soon come to know that Jungkook had a difficult life growing up, born in a family of three, him, his mother, and his alcoholic father. His father was out of the picture by the time he turned nine years old. His mother started teaching at a pre-school to make ends meet. Due to the trauma of being abandoned, with time his mother lost her mind as she succumbed to the influence of drugs and alcohol. Her physical health deteriorated too, first taking paralyzing her legs and then moving upwards to the rest of her body.

You really do want to take away Jungkook’s aching but there’s one thing bugging you that you cannot get off your chest. It would have been more intimate if he opened up like this when only the two of you were present and not in the company of your parents. Now that you think of it, he has never been this open about his personal life before and you didn’t want to pressurise him either. You don’t know whether you should thank your parents or reprimand them for being nosy.

“Where is Wendy?” your mother interrupts your train of thoughts, breaking you out of your reverie.

“She has gone to her parents’ place for the holidays,” you lie easily. You don’t want to tell them the truth, it’ll only make it difficult. They’ll probably ask you to ring her or her parents even. They might even forget about Christmas and search for her in every nook and cranny of Seoul.

“That’s surprising, I thought she liked spending Christmas with us,” your father muttered with a pout. Sometimes you think they love her more than they love you. You might as well love her more than you love yourself. “Did you two have a fight?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head. You glance at Jungkook in an attempt to have him cover you, but you find him devouring the rest of the dessert items with utmost interest, making you internally groan. “No, we didn’t have a fight, why would you even think that?” Huffing, you continue, “she broke up with Hoseok, actually. Maybe she needs some time away from people, I guess.”

Speaking of the devil, your phone starts ringing, and you find Wendy’s smiling face flashing on the screen. You excuse yourself, catching Jungkook off guard and press the pick-up button. Sliding the shutter open, you get embraced by the cold wind on the terrace.

“Hello?” you squeaked as it got colder by the second, making you pull your jacket’s hood on your head.

“Hey…” A male voice fills your ears. Your subconscious mind immediately recognises the voice, but it takes time for it to reach your conscious mind as it’s near to impossible to hear his voice through Wendy’s phone. Jimin’s low baritone rings through your brain, making you shiver. Various possible scenarios play in your head, your anxiety getting the best of you. “I’m fucking drunk… And I missed you.”

“Jimin, why do you have Wendy’s phone with you?” You ask in a clipped toned. “Where is she?”

The line stays silent for a few seconds, you imagine him contemplating his answer. “She… She… Where is she?” He chuckles lowly, making you gulp air into your lungs with uncertainty.

“Stop fucking around and tell me where she is!” You press. You get no response in return, only the sound of someone shuffling. You hear him whispering something away from the phone.

“Umm… Hello?” Hearing that familiar honey-like voice makes you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “____?”

“Yes, yes, it’s me, ____. Are you alright Wendy? Where are you? Let me come and pick you up, yeah?”

You only hear the sound of giggling from the other side, making your frustration increase. “Wendy, are you there?”

“Yeeeaaahhhh, I’m there!” she beamed with unmatched enthusiasm. “But you can’t pick… me up…” she giggles more. “I’m because, in America. This… is America. Don’t catch you slipping now… look what I’m whipping now. Whoop whoop.”

“Oh, okay.” You feel your heart constrict. The thought of Wendy finding comfort in your ex-boyfriend rather than her best friend devastates you. You never realised that they were even close to each other. The only reason why Wendy got to know him was that you had started dating him, they were never that intimate. “A goodbye note would’ve been helpful. I was worried about you, even called you many times. Are you mad at me?” You know she is drunk and cannot even form comprehensible sentences to be able to answer these questions, but you also know she’s the most honest when she is drunk, so you shoot your shot.

“I’m not mad at you.” Somehow, she sounds sober now, yet the intoxicated vibrato in her voice tells you otherwise. “It’s just that… you suffocate me. So, I left. If I had told ya… you would chase me…”

You suffocate me.

Your heart shatters in million pieces but you don’t let that falter your calm façade. “In what way do I suffocate you?”

“You- I- I didn’t… I don’t know…”

“Wen, I can’t make amends if you’re not honest with me.” You pace back and forth, the winter cold contrasting the heat of your burning heart. “How do I suffocate you?”

She takes a deep breath and grunts lowly. “Just by existing, I guess”

“What? So, my existence is bothersome to you?” You don’t hold back anymore as you fume in frustration. You look back to the living room, checking up on Jungkook and your parents. You father seems to have found solace in playing cards with the rest of the party, you reckon that he is the one who must’ve come up with the idea of playing cards after dinner. Your mother, being the competitive lady that she is, seems to have accepted the challenge – now engrossed in the cards she’s holding between her manicured fingers.

Jungkook, on the other hand, though enjoying his time with them and smiling every now and then, keeps stealing glances in your direction. You nod assuredly when his eyes lock with yours, making his eyes crinkle as he grins in relief. You turn around to hide your face from them as you await Wendy’s response even though you are sure it’s no good.

After a long pause, you hear more shuffling, making you think she handed over the phone back to Jimin marking the end of your long-standing friendship. But you are proven wrong when she inhales deeply and goes on, “It’s not that! Your existence is everything to me! It’s more important to anyone’s existence!”

“Then why did you say that I suffocate you? Have I done anything to hurt you?”

“No! Never! You… You are like a warm blanket. Like a Christmas morning. Y-you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You scoop me up in a sushi roll and pour wasabi all over me. You make me melt and burn all at the same time. I love you so fucking much that it hurts me. And I hate it. So, I left.”

You’re not sure what she means by her contradictory confession, nonetheless, you want to understand better. “I’m so sorry Wen I hurt you, it was never my intention to. You know, I love you too. You’re the bes-”

“No, you don’t! You don’t love me…” She sniffles. “You don’t.”

“Wen, yes I do. I’d do anything for you, you are my best friend,” pool of tears starts forming in your eyes, yet you try to speak calmly.

“Is that all? Will I always be just a best friend to you?”

“No Wen, you-”

“I know what’s next. I’m like a sister to you, right? That’s the last thing I want to hear because when I said I love you I meant more than just friends. I am deeply and madly in love with you, ____. And I know you don’t feel the same for me. I’ve been trying to not let that affect our friendship, but I’ve had enough now. If I can’t have you the way I want you then I don’t know what will become of me.”

The line goes silent. You stand near the railing with your eyes wide open, your phone’s screen turning dark in your trembling arms. The first tear slips down your cheek and onto the ground ever so slowly, turning your world upside down. This can’t be happening right now.

⤚ ✵ ⤙

“I’m nervous, actually...” Jungkook fumbles through his coat pocket and hands you a tiny box enclosed in a red wrapping paper adorned with tiny elves on it. You chuckle lightly on noticing his creativity and efforts, making his doe eyes dart right back at you which were previously resting on the gift he just gave you.

“This is so cute,” you beam as you start unwrapping the present. “Just like you.”

“Oh, come on! Not when you’re in the room.”

“Huh?”

“You’re cuter,” he breathes. “And I like you very much.”

What started as small smile breaks into a full-blown laugh, making your eyes crinkle and your face thrown back. “Well, I like you too. A lot.” He tilts his own head as he admires you. He runs his thumb through your cheeks as he cups your face. It’s the way he looks at you so sincerely that makes your heart melt in a puddle.

Wendy’s words kept ringing in your ears like venom stung in your skin, coursing through your body, you never thought your friendship will come to a situation like this. The change in her sexuality was news to you, or rather it always existed but you failed to become aware of it. Knowing that her parents are the textbook definition of homophobia it doesn’t take long for you to realise why she must have kept it a secret.

You wanted to tell her before she cut the call that it’s okay to feel that way about someone. We don’t get to decide who we have feelings for, the human heart can be quite notorious. Do you feel the same way about her? Absolutely not. Would you let that affect your bond with her? Never. If this was her coming out to you then you want to make a cake for her with “I’m fucking proud of you,” written on it with colourful icing, even though the other part of her confession might remain unrequited. When you came out to your parents in your first year of college as a Pansexual, they made a cake for you and wrote the same greeting, albeit the “fucking” part.

No matter what your sexuality is, Wendy is like family to you. You regard her in the purest form you could imagine. She is like the sister you never thought you could have but you ended up having, nonetheless. It’s difficult to make her understand this, though you can only try a little harder next time.

Jungkook had found you in the balcony sniffling tears and when you tried hiding it from him, he simply hugged you – no questions asked. You wonder how he knew that you did not want to talk about it, you just wanted warmth. You just wanted that sense of protection at that moment, assuring you that everything is going to be alright. This year might have not been your best, but it will become better. He ran his fingers in your hair as you relaxed under his warm embrace. He felt like home.

You quickly look away while grinning ear to ear as you resume unwrapping the gift. It holds a rose gold necklace with tiny flowers hanging from it. You remember wanting to order it online, but it was expensive, so you decided to put it on your wish list and started saving up.

“Wow, you remembered?” your breath hitchhikes. “Jungkook you honestly didn’t have to.”

“Anything for you, ____.”

The necklace shines under the moonlight making your heart shine a little too.

“Let me,” he takes the necklace from your hand and tenderly turns you around. You pull your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he wraps it around your neck. “You look so beautiful.”

He places a tender kiss where your shoulders and neck meet and starts working from there, making your release a low moan. He stops the moment he hears you. Hovering over you, his breath sends tingles down your spine, and you feel like you might come undone any second. You grab his shirt to make him resume his ministrations, making him smirk against your neck. He groans against your collarbone as you grind your back against him ever so slowly. Just when he’s about to flip you to face him, you interject. “I got you something too!”

Leaving the balcony all while your heart pounds hard and you feel like you’ve been electrocuted, you grab the present you’ve got for Jungkook and run back to the balcony where he waits for you patiently. You nudge the big box towards him making his doe eyes widen in surprise. “It’s so big!”

“Eh, it’s nothing really,” you shrug.

Peeling off the wrapping paper, he gasps as he takes in the big box of his favourite upcoming video game. “And how did you know I wanted this?”

“Well, you told me about it.”

“Ah.” He engulfs you in a warm hug, with the video game between your tummies.

“You are treading on thin Ice, ____. You might as well make me fall.”

You run your cold hand over his back, “By all means, go ahead.”

All you hear is a teasing chuckle from his mouth as a part of you slips beautifully yet excruciatingly in his palms.

⤚ ✵ ⤙

“I’m sorry, really,” she confesses, running her fingers through her hair in an exasperated effort to calm her mind. “Let’s just forget about what I said, start over and get some drinks. Many Tequila shots, actually.”

“Absolutely not. First, you take a seat. And second, you listen to me because for many days you are the only one who has been talking,” your eyes narrow into slits at Wendy who showed up at your doorstep out of nowhere. “I. Get. To. Talk. Now. Got it?”

Sighing, she drops her luggage, pulls a bar stool by the kitchen counter and makes herself comfortable. “Okay.”

“First of all, you didn’t even tell me, your best friend, that you broke up with Hoseok. You came home plastered as fuck and that’s how I get to know that that happened? That is unacceptable! You broke our code.”

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, “if it makes you feel any better, we broke up because I not-so-subtly confessed to him that I have feelings for you.”

Furrowing your brows, you enquire. “And how does that make me feel better?”

“You told me to fill you in on the whole breakup thing.”

“Okay go on.”

She does her job of filling in the blanks of the happenings in the past few weeks. Hoseok told her that he was planning on proposing to her this year after her revelation. Let’s just say things could have become dirty had he not been an angel. But she did get dumped on that day and chugged in bottles of alcohol to numb the pain away.

She woke up the next day finding you by her side after you had tugged her into bed. It made her feel disgusted with herself, so she booked an early flight to escape to the USA. She had planned on staying with her cousin Seokjin and his boyfriend Taehyung for a while. But for some reason, she ended up contacting Jimin and stayed with him. They went to a club on Christmas and got intoxicated which resulted in drunk dialling and cumbersome confessions.

There was another pressing matter that you wanted to ask her about, but you’re not able to recall what it was. It had something to do with that night she came home drunk. “I’m sorry Wen, I don’t remember what it was. I do want you to know that though I might not be able to feel the same way as you do for me, you are extremely important to me. And you deserve to be in a relationship with someone who wants you with a love so unconditional and pure that even the greatest romance classics of all time will shy away in defeat.”

“Why thank you, Shakespeare.” She giggles.

“Wait, I have to show you something,” you shuffle towards your room and bring out a hat box containing all the things EAP has sent you so far, including the recent letter, calling you theirs. “This was the last letter I received from this Edgar guy or girl, whatever. And this will shock you.” You shove the small parchment paper in her face.

Creasing her eyebrows, she reads it out loud. “What’s wrong with this dude? I just know it’s a dude. Men have no morals.”

You nudge your head frantically towards the parchment in her hand, “Focus on the ‘IF YOU EVER DARE TO WHORE AROUND WITH OTHERS, GOD FORBID, A FUCKING WOMAN, THERE WILL BE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.’ He knew about you. Have you ever told this to anybody before? Maybe it’s that particular person. Though, I’m not sure whether I should indulge in this anymore as I’ve stopped receiving anything from him.”

She rereads the letter and screeches, “What the hell? How did he- how is this possible?”

“You tell me.”

“I did tell Hoseok that day, but I definitely don’t think it’s him. The timing doesn’t match and he’s an angel. I also told Jimin, but it was in America, that too after this letter was sent to you.”

You pace back and forth in the kitchen, your index finger tapping on your bottom lip, thinking hard. “I used to think it was Jimin, but I don’t know anymore.”

You turn around swiftly only to find Wendy looking at you guiltily. Your instincts kick in making you gasp for air. “Was that you?”

You wave your hand in front of her face, breaking her trance. “Me? No!” she defends. “Speaking of Jimin, there’s something else I wanted to confess.”

“What is it?”

“When I was…” her voice cracks. “When I was back in The States, I did something unforgivable.” She looks up and waits for your reaction, feeling disappointed as she receives none. You merely wait for her to continue. “I slept with Jimin.”

[magicalcrystalsproject]

💘OneShot the Ball (English version not revised!)💘

Hello guys!! This is a OneShot of My AU!! Hope you like this OneShot!! I made it based on some events from my Magical Crystals planning! Well this OneShot has a little connection with the original fic! It just portrays a random event!!

I posted the original Portuguese version a while ago here on tumblr!! posted this english version on devianart click here and go to devianart i will use it more often than tumblr!

⚠️CRINGE ALERT ALERT⚠️

That night there was a dance in celebration of autumn, everything was well decorated, lively music and various gossips were being brought up to date! Lisa was sitting on the stairs just watching the movement and thinking like a

Castle could be so crowded at just one little autumn dance!

— Is the little Princess accompanied?

'Not as far as I know!' But I think he's late getting ready upstairs!

-Wow!? It was only 17 minutes! You're about 30 and I don't say anything!

"That's why I like you!"

"Come on, let's dance!"

The ballroom was full and very busy, the music was loud and soft and with calm melodies! Loki pulled Lisa close to him and put his hand around her waist. Lisa gently brings a hand to her chest and rests her face on his chest, and he rests his chin on Lisa's head. And they began to move rhythmically to the sound the music played. On the other side of the room Thor was getting drunk next to Juliet who was also getting drunk, both were laughing like fools telling jokes without feeling any with bad slang jokes. Emily walked away disgusted, she couldn't stand to hear ridiculous jokes and feel the taste of breath on her face!

That was totally unnecessary. After so much dancing Lisa was practically tired and so she was heading straight to the royal garden while Loki tried to be superior to Heidmall. Lisa heard someone scream as she turned it was Loki calling her!

— WAIT IT! Please don't leave me here alone!

— Of course I didn't think you were busy, come here then!

“I don't like being away from you and you know it!

— I know, worse than I know, you sweetie!

Lisa and Loki ran out into the garden. That garden was of great beauty (actually it was a garden of a fairy kingdom!) It had an organic layout, it had several species of plants and some animals, with a water source and also with a small stream, there were several statues , stairs covered with flowers and finally it smelled really good (a similar smell to Lisa since she was the Fairy of Nature!) Lisa went to the little stream, took off her shoes, sat down and put her feet in the water and , Loki did the same! Lisa rested her head on Loki's shoulder and they watched the couple of swans.

"I always thought this lake was the real Swan Lake!"

"And why did you always think so?"

Because besides having a Beautiful Princess, there are swans in this lake!

"You're such a cutie hi hi!"

"We're not in there anymore, do you want to dance?"

-Of course I want to!

Loki pressed his body against Lisa's Even though the music was fast, we were dancing slowly in the middle of the Garden, surrounded by plants and some nocturnal animals. Soon they were dancing towards the stream and slowly getting wet, accelerating the rhythm and making circular movements with their hands, they closed their eyes and were ready to kiss until a red-haired and very inconvenient creature appeared:

-Lisa, your mothers asked about you and I said you were here! Would you mind if I mess up dating after getting dumped 4 times in one night for being underage?

— OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN OLIVIA YOU ARE THE MOST INCONVENIENT CREATURE IN THE UNIVERSE YOU TAKEN AWAY FOR THAT BULLSHIT!

— Shut up Horny! I'm talking to my cousin not you!

Lisa rolls her eyes and snorts

— Olivia, I suppose you could go to the salon Nê?

— I don't want not I want to stay with you if you want I call Juliet and Thor they are drunk they won't do anything more right?

-OK!? stay here brat!

— Lisa The horned one here called me Brat!

-The more you are! Go talk to Heidmall he loves to talk!

-Really Loki? Or are you lying as usual?

-No I'm not going there he loves to hear others talk especially with you!

-OK! good then bye Lisa you cute who is dating a sucker hehe!

-Loki you got heavy!

-Do you treat everyone as well as you can?

-It's easy we are all similar and deserve love and respect!

Loki lays down and pulls Lisa, who puts her head on Loki's chest, both of them are watching the stars and the purple sky that reminded a lot of the song Purple Rain! Lisa closed her eyes slowly, because she was tired Loki looks at Lisa with an Admired look and then kisses her forehead and with that Lisa opens her eyes and smiles!

-Let's go back to the salon!

-Okay, let's go then!

-We still have a lot to dance!

-So let's go!

When they come back through the main entrance, everyone looks at them, because it was time for the final dance! Amazing coincidence! And in the final dance Lisa puts her head on Loki's shoulder who pulls her closer and lowers her hand to her waist both accompany the sweet melody of the song, both stare at each other for a few minutes making Lisa blush and Loki kisses her!

-I hate to see people kissing!

-Juliet you hate everything and everyone!

-Shut up Thor you idiot!

-I'm surrounded by idiots!

- Shut up Alicia!

When the Ball was over your Highnesses were already sleeping on the stairs after all they danced a lot even in the swan lake!

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Click here to see the original version in Portuguese!!

[anidalalover99]

Anakin and Padme modern AU Valentine's Day fic.

Anakin Pops the Question.

Photoshopped photo of Hayden and Natalie to the right below the gif is from devianart artist rosecrystals/ Shevia Soheyli. The other photoshopped photo I found on Pinterest. The gif I found on Pinterest.

For what seemed like the 10th time in a row, the young man withdrew the small velvet box from his suit pocket and flipped its lid, a radiant princess diamond engagement ring staring back at him.

An intricate design of angel wings adorned the band, a simple but sweet symbol representing what one particular woman truly meant to him.

"Will she say yes?

Will she say no?

I love her so much and want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I want the honor of becoming Padme Naberrie's husband.

She is EVERYTHING to me".

A fellow patron of the lavish restaurant Anakin Skywalker was in passed by and reached the door to the men's bathroom when he saw the look of sheer terror on Anakin's face.

"Good luck dude".

As if he had been jolted by a sudden sharp pinch to his skin, Anakin flinched, coming out of his reverie. He remembered where he was and figured he had been standing near the small couch for longer than he should have.

"I hope everything works out," the man said.

A small smile struggled to reach Anakin's lips and the man nodded apologetically, as if he understood Anakin's turmoil before disappearing beyond the door.

Padme is going to worry soon and would no doubt start searching for Anakin the longer he remained practically immobilized.

But what if she, the love of my life, into her 5th year with me, rejects becoming my wife?

The meal recently consumed suddenly felt like it was churning violently inside Anakin, ready to be expelled from his stomach through his esophagus.

What am I going to do?

" Anakin,my love? Where are you?"

Anakin swallowed hard and quickly concealed the ring as his girlfriend slowly approached.

He ran a quivering hand through his sandy blonde mane while reaching out with his other to pull her close to him.

As nervous as Anakin was, he always took comfort in Padme's naturally sweet scent and calming aura.

" I was concerned something happened to you and so I came to see if you were all right. You've been particularly fidgety all evening", Padme noted .

She laid her palm on his chest.

" You can tell me anything my love. You know that, right?"

Anakin nodded and kissed her.

The couple began walking back to their table in the corner of the restaurant.

Anakin noticed the bill sitting atop the burgundy table cloth as Padme put on her coat and collected her purse.

" I finished eating while you were in the rest room and since your plate was empty too, I went ahead and asked for the bill. We can have something for dessert at my apartment if you like. There we can have more...privacy?"

Anakin's spirits lifted and dropped as another round of nerves assaulted his mind on how the night could end if he went through with his plan.

Though he couldn't resist returning her playful smirk at her suggestion.

" Whatever you want my beloved," he told her.

Anakin paid for their dinner and took his coat and escorted Padme out of the restaurant.

Anakin was driving them both back to her apartment and Padme kept her hand on his thigh during the entire ride to her home.

She could tell by his slightly labored breathing and the look he occasionally flashed her, she was having quite the effect on him.

" I have some ice cream we can share in a bowl", she offered.

Anakin smiled.

" I would love that angel".

" I love it when we have time to ourselves".

Anakin heard the distinct purr in her voice and bit his lip, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

He knew she was trying to help him relax from whatever was bothering him and he appreciated that.

Anakin, however, mentally cursed himself for not proposing to Padme at the restaurant like tradition and knew he had to find the strength to ask her sometime that night or he may never do it because the fear of her possible rejection would be too much for him.

" I couldn't agree more, my love", Anakin said.

Once they reached Padme's apartment and were inside, Padme kissed Anakin and offered him to make himself comfortable as usual.

She momentarily excused herself to change.

Despite having been in Padme's apartment on multiple occasions and sometimes spending nights with her, Anakin felt as if that evening was his first time in her residence.

He palmed the blue box in his pants pocket. The object felt heavier and heavier by the minute the longer he stalled.

He went into the kitchen for a distraction and retrieved a bowl and two spoons and scanned Padme's freezer in search of the ice cream she said she had.

Light Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.

Anakin scooped some into a bowl and returned the ice-cream to the freezer.

He took the bowl and two spoons with him to the living room when he heard light foot steps drawing closer and closer.

" I am not sure what you're in the mood to...waa..."

Anakin couldn't finish his sentence.

When he turned Padme was clad in nothing but a soft turquoise lace lingerie dress, the hemline past her knees. Her chocolate brown curls were free from the bun that bound them earlier and cascaded down her shoulders.

His heartbeat accelerated a ten fold.

" This is your pajamas.? Not that I mind of course."

She smiled in response to his comment and chuckled when she heard him swallow.

Just breath, just breath, Anakin told himself.

Padme curled next to Anakin while he held the bowl of ice cream in his hand .

She reached for her tv remote and found a channel with light melodic music, allowing the soothing sounds to fill the room.

Anakin knew it was now or never after one bite of their cold treat.

"Padme, angel" Anakin began.

"Yes".

He set the dessert down and directed his attention to Padme, her sparkling brown eyes melting his soul.

The spoon stuffed in her mouth never detracted from her ethereal beauty.

"Is this connected to your nervous behavior all night", Padme asked after putting her spoon in the bowl on her coffee table.

Anakin sighed.

"Well...sort of..."....

He didn't know where to start.

" These last few years I have saved up enough with my management position at the automotive shop. I found a place, a house I want to move into in a beautiful neighborhood. I..I..its near the college you teach at and I...I wa was..h hoping you maybe could m.move in ww with me soon...but as more than...my....girlfriend....as my.....

The word Anakin wanted to say, poised on the tip of his tongue,evaporated.

Perspiration streaked his neck like he had run a mile in the blistering sun.

He decided on the one action that would simply convey what he wished to say.

The woman nestled close to her partner widened her brown eyes and clutched the fabric of her lingerie.

Her gaze never left the object that slowly opened to reveal an engagement ring.

Anakin breathed in slowly but, when he spoke again, emotion laced his voice.

" Since we were in school, I have always been in awe of you. You were and are my best friend, my lover, my partner, my confidant, my sweet angel and my queen, my Padme. I can't picture myself with anyone else. You are my heart and soul Padme. I was elated beyond belief when you welcomed me as your boyfriend five years ago.

Will you do me the extraordinary honor", Anakin asked, shifting off the sofa and leaning on one knee with Padme's outstretched hand in his, "of becoming my wife and spending the rest of your days with me?"

It was Padme's turn to sit, unable to move as she continued to stare at the piece of jewelry in front of her. She had already pondered her decision if such a question was ever asked of her, and if by Anakin in particular.

She was just absorbing the reality of the moment as it was happening right then and there.

Anakin wanted to be her husband and they discussed children before and agreed it was something they both desired one day.

She loved Anakin with all her heart and couldn't have been more overjoyed that he asked her to marry him.

Padme sensed the panic emanating off Anakin by the absence of her answer and realized his agitated state was from dread that she would say no to him.

She leaned forward and caressed his cheek and lifted his face that was stained with tears.

Her smile only brightened as she slowly brushed away the warm moisture and whispered lovingly, "You had nothing to worry about my love. I will love to change my name from Naberrie to Skywalker because it only feels right that I become your wife".

Anakin just stared, wondering if he heard her correctly while Padme wondered if he heard her at all because he hadn't moved and appeared to have fallen completely silent.

She said out loud," yes, I will marry you Anakin" and proceeded to kiss him fully on the mouth.

Padme sighed in relief when her boyfriend responded at last and his arms tightened around her, the box forgotten in his hand. She moaned when he pulled her tongue in his mouth and laid her down on her sofa, climbing on top of her.

"Ani," Padme whispered.

" You forgot something my future husband".

Anakin lifted his mouth from her neck and saw Padme wave her bare left hand.

"Oh, the ring!"

Laughter bubbled out of the ecstatic pair and Anakin took the ring from the box and kept his eyes on his fiancé as he slipped the stunning ring on Padme's left index finger.

She beamed and wasted no time in capturing his mouth in another tender kiss.

Anakin shuddered in pleasure as he deepened their kiss.

He was on cloud nine.

The woman he has cherished and loved since he was a child, who has always been his best friend, will soon become his wife.

He looked forward to their future together. Relationships took work and marriage took additional work but Anakin knew he and Padme would be all right. She deserved everything and more. He would make sure of that too, for she is Queen and he, her King.

Happy Valentine's day everyone( I know I am posting a day early but oh well, I felt like it. I am working on another little Anidala fic)

Have a beautiful day with all of your loved ones from romantic partners to family and friends.

❤😊❤💞😊

May the Force be with you!

[ivorydragoness44]

Darth Maul x Reader: Can We Cuddle?

Word Count: 513

Notes: Darth Maul fluff. Well...at least that was my intention. Also, it takes place during the Clone Wars on Mandalore. The Reader is simple, they just want Maul-cuddles.

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The room was silent with the exception of fabric occasionally rustling. That, and the addition of Maul’s cybernetic feet making contact with the floor.

Watching from your perch on the bed, you saw how his golden irises scanned over rows of information on the datapad in his hand. Even with as many subordinates as he had, there was still quite a great deal of work for him to oversee and accomplish. Unfortunately, that work sometimes seeped into the hours of the night as well.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked of Maul from the foot of the bed. Studying his motions, you waited for his response.

He was busy straightening his tunic. Turning to regard you, he lightly shook his head. “You know, I have a meeting with the shadow collective soon.”

By the way your face fell, so did his shoulders. He let out a short breath and took a short thoughtful pause. Maul set down the datapad and walked over to stand in front of you where you sat faintly pouting. “I shouldn’t be long,” he said softly, holding up your chin by his thumb and index finger.

“Alright,” you sighed. Then, you squared your shoulders. “After all, someone has to make sure they stay in line. Working with criminals can be…interesting.”

Maul gave you a loving smile in admiration. “Perhaps you should join the meeting,” he said, his eyes flickering between your own.

Humming in thought, you leant forward to kiss him softly. “I think I’ll just stay and wait for you here, love.”

Maul’s hand on your chin slipped down to your neck to cradle you gently to him as he rested his forehead to yours. “How do you do this to me?” He whispered.

You smiled, “Sometimes I haven’t the faintest clue.”

He gave a light laugh to your words, one of which made you smile even brighter.

“Do you have to leave now?”

“Not just yet, my starlight,” he whispered in return. A faint purr-like sound reverberated in the depths of his chest as he nuzzled his face to your cheek.

“With any luck, you’ll forget about that meeting,” you said, amusing yourself.

Fiddling with his tunic, you gently pulled him closer and smoothed your hands beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of his chest.

As his lips were finding their way toward your earlobe, it was then that a knock came upon the main entry door.

Maul growled and you shivered. “One more knock and they’ll lose their head.”

For his response, you had no words. Simply, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, as if hiding from the world and reassuring him all at once.

“Now, I suppose, I’ll take my leave,” he said in a calmer tone.

Pulling away from you, you exchanged a chaste kiss and a small smile.

“I’ll be here,” you said, removing your hands from him.

Nodding in farewell, he turned and made his way toward the door. It was there that he paused to peer at you again before leaving the private chambers entirely.

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[theladylovingcrow]

High Sex is the Best (Just Don't Fall Asleep) - Sanny

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, luluthechoosingcrow- AO3, theladylovingcrow- Devianart and Wattpad

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing(s): Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka, Jake Kiszka/Josh Kiszka in background, slightly implies Danny/Sam/Josh/Jake

Warnings/Tags: Drug use, marijuana, shotgunning, making out, mild smut, gay, voyeurism, masturbation, first kiss, incest, twincest, some attempts at humor

Word Count: 3715

Summary: Sam figures out that he's attracted to his best friend after catching Danny jerking off in the shower. (BTW this story focuses on Danny and Sam, though Jake and Josh are definitely in there)

Author's Notes: Yes, I wrote incest/twincest. If it bothers you, don't read it. This is pure, ridiculous, speculative fiction. I was hesitant to write it, at first, but the twins are so cute and I think it fits well, at least with this story.

Also I kinda realized the title sounds a bit rapey? Its not, they just fall asleep before it gets to the sex because I lost inspiration. Sorry not sorry.

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"Welcome to your room, Monsueir, I hope everything is to your pleasure," Sam said in an awful French accent, bowing as Danny walked past him into their hotel room.

His best friend giggled and surveyed the room they had rented for the next two and a half days. The boys of Greta Van Fleet had elected to go to a Motel 6 during their longer stay in Minnesota instead of sleeping on the bus. Overall, the room was plain and oddly sea themed, but it would do the job.

"I think it's lovely! Very nice view, here," Danny replied, opening the puke orange curtains to survey the parking lot and Kmart across the street.

"Yes, very cozy," Sam said in his regular voice, kicking their duffel bags to one side of the queen sized bed. "But no, honestly, the room sucks. I might go back and sleep in the bus."

"What? I thought you said you didn't mind? It was all about the music, and that we play better together because we're so close and in tune with each other. Change your mind?"

Sam snorted and looked back at Danny, still by the window.

"Oh, no, I still believe all that. I just have a headache and I don't wanna listen to whatever the hell Jake and Josh are doing next door. I'm kind of in a crappy mood, sorry."

Danny grinned to match the

bassist. That was the Sam he knew.

"What makes you think they're gonna be at it tonight? Josh was complaining about *his* headache from your snoring all the way here."

Sam looked affronted.

"I do not snore!"

"Nuh-uh, you totally do. Remember, we even video taped it that year we went to the cabin on the lake."

Sam just pouted and threw a pillow from the bed at Danny, who caught it and tossed it right back at his face. They both set to work unpacking a few choice items and familiarizing themselves with the motel room's meager offerings.

"Hey, mints!" Danny cried from the corner, bent over the rickety desk to inspect what was on it. "And menus. Wanna order pizza?"

"You know I do," Sam said, "but let's see if my brothers have plans to go somewhere, or if they already ordered something."

"Hmm, yeah, good idea," Danny replied, already immersed again in going through the contents of the desk.

Sam pocketed the key card, just in case Danny wasn't able to open the door again for some reason, and went to the room directly to their left.

Jake answered the door, cheeks flushed and expression annoyed at being interrupted in whatever he was doing. Peering past him, Sam could see his eldest brother Josh lying on the bed, looking pretty well on his way to being fucked (and not the drug kind).

Ah, so Josh was what he had been doing. Okay, cool, that was pretty normal. Well, most people would disagree, horrified, but Sam's brothers had always been like this, and he saw no problem with the love and understanding they clearly had. He was a little bummed that he most likely wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep, though.

"Hey, do you guys have dinner plans? Danny and I want to order pizza."

"Nah, pizza sounds good. We'll, uh, come by and get it when we're ready to eat," Josh said from the bed, his voice raspier and deeper than normal.

Sam noticed that Jake's pants were also undone and slipping off of one bony hip, having been pulled on in a hurry.

He smirked at his brothers, and said, "Okay, sounds good. Enjoy the blow job!" Before pulling the door shut himself and turning to his and Danny's room.

He knocked on the blue door, and waited for his best friend to come let him in. Danny didn't come to the door, though, and if Sam strained his ears, he could hear the faint sound of the shower running through the clanking pipes.

'Thank God I thought to grab the key card, wouldn't want to spend the next twenty minutes in the twins' room cockblocking them. They always get so cranky when they can't get it on, damn horndogs.'

He let himself in, ordering the pizza then sitting down on the bed him and Danny would share the next two nights. They were all used to passing out in a pile on the floor, or sharing tents and bunks when camping, or even hotel beds like tonight when they still preferred to save money by getting one queen. Basically, they all slept together all the time and thought nothing of it.

Other people probably thought it was weird. Weird that his brothers were fucking, weird that he lay snuggled up to Josh's back with Danny's arms around his waist while they did it. Sam pondered what an outsider's perception to his life would be. But it didn't really matter in the end, did it? Like he told Danny, he was in this for the music. And it really did make them play better, he thought, knowing each other so closely.

Speaking of Danny, he was taking a long time in the shower. He could be washing his luxurious hair, or he could be jerking off. Maybe he was listening to Jake and Josh through the thin motel walls.

Sam grinned, and stealthily tip toed over to the bathroom door. He turned the knob, and smiled even wider when it opened without a noise. Looks like hotel maintenance actually upkept this room.

Creeping over to the sea horse patterned curtain, Sam prepared to rip it open and hopefully scare Danny out of his mind.

With a sudden "Hyyahhh!", he tore open the shower curtain to find his best friend with his hand wrapped around his erection.

"Ahhh!" Danny screamed, higher pitched than Josh's wailing onstage.

"Gotcha!" Sam cried, curiously pleases that he caught Danny jerking off.

It was just that he'd caught him doing something embarrassing, right? But, no, not really. His brothers didn't really make any attempts to mask their sounds of pleasure and shifting movements in the dark, and neither did Sam when he felt the need. Once Danny had gotten used to that (and it sure was a shocker the first few times), he hadn't hesitated to take care of a boner either. Danny had even fucked a girl while sitting on a couch right next to Sam.

So, 'embarrassing' wasn't the reason he was absolutely gleeful at catching (aka seeing) this. Danny didn't seem to mind, either, as he'd gone right back to stroking himself once the surprise of Sam's sudden appearance wore off.

"Is the pizza here already? I swear it hasn't been *that* long."

"Nah, man. Still probably have twenty minutes or so."

"Okay, so, did you- uhhh- did you need something?" Danny asked, moaning softly as his hand sped up.

"I dunno, I was bored," Sam answered. What was he supposed to say now, especially with the way he was mesmerized with seeing the mess of soap suds Danny was using as lube slide down his balls?

"I'm pretty entertained now, though," he blurted out. Sam guessed his mouth had decided that flirty and playful was the way to go in this emotionally confusing but increasingly hot situation.

"Uh- okay, sure. Just don't pull the curtain back any, anymore or water will- *fuck*- go everywhere. *Shit*." Danny got out, sounding breathless and preoccupied.

Sam wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to really observe, not just listen, so he leaned against the wall and watched to his heart's content.

Danny was stroking fast, now, his feet widened so that he could thrust his hips in tiny circles and not slip on the slick floor. His balls, much darker than the rest of his body and still covered in soap, swung gently with the motion. Sam couldn't get enough of seeing his dark pink head poke out from the foreskin every time Danny's hand started on the downstroke.

Sam stood and watched as Danny threw his head back, groaning low at the back of his throat as cum fell onto his fist and the shower floor. His own skinny jeans were noticeable tighter, he realized, after awareness of what just happened came to him.

Ehh, whatever. This wasn't the weirdest thing they'd done, and he doubted that it would make things awkward.

Sam whistled. "Damn, dude, that was kind of impressive."

"Kind of? Fuck you, Kiszka, I'm hotter than a shish kebab."

Sam snorted at the odd saying, but had to agree with it none the less. Danny was *really fucking hot.* That was why he's so exited, then: He's attracted to his best friend. Oddly, the thought didn't cause him alarm or disgust, just a level of clarity.

"You are. That was great, and now we get to have pizza!"

There had been a knock at the door a few seconds before, which could only be one thing: warm, cheesy, greasy pizza. Okay, it could have also been one of his brothers, but he didn't think they'd come up for air for another hour.

Danny smirked at his boner, but said nothing. Sam went to grab the food, being the clothed one, while Danny dried off and slipped on a pair of boxers. Danny didn't seem bothered by what had happened, either, in fact he appeared to be in a great mood. And that was just fine with Sam.

They both settled against the pillows on the bed, Sam now in his boxers and a soft tee shirt. An old western that neither of them had ever heard of was playing on the TV, and a pizza box lay by their feet.

"Hey, Danny, what's the best thing about Switzerland?" Sam suddenly asked.

"Um, I don't know. I don't know much about Switzerland. The chocolate?"

"I don't know either. But, the flag is a big plus!" Sam said, obviously trying to hold back his giggles. An ugly snort broke loose, though.

Danny bit his lip in an effort not to laugh, but Sam's ridiculous face and noises were hard to ignore. And it *had* been kind of a funny joke, if a really corny one.

They laughed together at the stupid joke Sam totally got off the internet, and polished off their box of pizza.

Danny groaned and rubbed his full belly; Sam yawned and stretched.

"Man, that was great. I swear the Dominoes at home doesn't make it like that," Sam said, yawning again.

"Yeah, I don't know what it was, but that pizza tasted ten times better than it normally does. Maybe because we haven't had any in awhile?"

"You call three days a while? But, yeah, it does tend to taste better when you've been craving it. What do you want to do now?" Sam asked.

"I dunno, dude, it's kinda early to go to bed but there's not much else to do. This motel has shitty channels."

"All motels have shitty channels, Dan. Wanna catch a drink, maybe? Go out?"

"Hmm, not really in the mood to get dressed again. I just wanna chill, you know? But some beer would be good, or a joint. You got shit?"

Sam grinned at him. "Of course I do. Here, let me put some music on. Maybe Jake and Josh will join us, they should be about done and hungry now."

The twins were indeed done (for the moment) and ready to eat their dinner. Danny got up to let them in as Sam put on his favorite Miles Davis album on his phone and lit up.

"Alright, it's a party! Pass that over, Sammy," Jake demanded, plopping down on the bed next to him.

Sam took a hit, shot gunned the smoke into Danny's mouth, then passed the joint over to his brother.

There: that was practically a kiss just then! And neither of them thought anything of it! Maybe watching Danny jerk off was just the next natural step in their relationship. After all, they were already extremely close, and, some might consider, intimate.

They all bobbed their heads to the music and slowly got high together; Sam was sharing more stupid jokes while the twins snuggled and breathed smoke into each other's mouths in between lazy kisses. Danny was lying in the middle of the bed, his head in Sam's lap so his best friend could play with his hair. They talked and laughed for hours, about everything from their show the next day to that chick from their high school who was STILL trying to bang Josh, no matter how many times he said no.

Eventually, Sam's brothers said goodnight and left, whispering much louder than they thought about how high sex was the best and that they were totally going to fuck until they passed out.

Sam waved them out with one hand, the other still tangled in Danny's thick hair. He felt so relaxed and content in that moment that a landslide coming towards the hotel couldn't of made him move.

"They're right, high sex is the best. Every thing feels so much- so much *more*."

Sam looked down at Danny and nodded in agreement.

"Hey, we're high. Wanna have sex?" Sam asked. Would Danny say yes? There was actually a possibility that he would, but, if not, that would be fine, too. Just hanging out with his best friend was enough.

"Sure, why the fuck not?" Danny replied.

Alright! What's it gonna be like, Sam wondered. Hot? Probably. Awkward? Not likely, at this point. How far were they gonna go? Danny was a fine looking guy, and Sam trusted him, but he was not ready to take it up the ass if they lasted that long.

Sam sucked in another lungful of smoke and scooted down the bed so that he was lying next to Danny, arms around him and a hand still curled into his hair. He leaned forward to shotgun the smoke, but, this time, he didn't pull away immediately.

One of Danny's hands found its way underneath his shirt, smoothing over his flat stomach. Sam gripped the side of his best friend's face and breathed out, passing the high between them as their lips mushed together. It was nice.

Really nice, actually. Sam was feeling very calm about the whole experience, practically watching it from outside his body on another plane. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the comfort of being right next to his best friend, but Sam felt at ease.

Also pretty horny, because hot DAMN was Danny doing something with his tongue. He kept licking at the seam of their lips like he was trying to taste the smoke escaping from the sides of their mouths.

Sam sucked on Danny's lower lip, making it dark and swollen. He then pulled back to catch a breath and look at his bandmate.

What a sight Danny was, with his long hair flowing around his shoulders, kissed lips, and heavy lidded eyes. Not to mention the blissed out expression on his face.

"Mmm, that is nice, and all we've even done is kissed."

"No, I watched you earlier, remember? I'm pretty sure that counts towards the... the sex."

"Oh, yeah," Danny remembered with a dopey smile on his face. "I liked having you watch me, it was hot. I haven't cum like that in a while."

"Wanna do that again? I liked watching you. You can watch me too, if you want."

Danny nodded and leaned back in for another cannabis flavored kiss. They finished off the joint in between slow, heavy french kisses and dropped the roach in a marinara sauce container, now more occupied with making out.

Sam was in heaven, there was no other way to describe it. Danny's large, warm hands roamed all over his torso: pressing flat into his stomach, gripping his hips, smoothing down his shoulder blades and pinching his nipples. The feeling of his best friend's hair was smoother than silk in between his fingers, and it was so thick that he was able to grab handfuls of it just so he could hang on for the ride.

Sam should have known that, out of anyone, Danny would be the person who had him whipped. They kissed and they moaned and they dry humped, just a little bit, until they were so sleepy and contented that they passed out on top of each other. What a disappointment.

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Sam woke up with a mothful of Danny's hair and a warm belly pressing on his erection. He smiled as hazy memories of the night before ghosted through his head: the pizza, the weed, the kissing, his newfound love interest.

He realized that he should probably spit out the hair in his mouth so that he wouldn't suffocate before him and Danny actually got a chance to have sex. Because he was pretty sure that hadn't happened last night. Pretty sure. It was kind of fuzzy.

"Hey, Danny, did we fuck last night?"

Danny groaned in response and pulled him closer, causing the drummer's own boner to rub against Sam's. How long had he been awake?

"No, no, I don't think we did. We could now, though."

Sam grinned. What an excellent idea! He rolled them over so that this time, Danny was lying on top of him.

They kissed, sloppy and sweet, musty breathes mingling in the air between them. Sam ran his hands up and down Danny's strong back, then traced the edge of his pants. He reached in between them to pull out Danny's co-

Jake busted through the door. "Hey! Which one of you took my sunglasses? I know you have them."

He paused for a minute to stare at their compromising position.

"God dammit! Josh is gonna be so fucking smug, you couldn't have waited another year to shack up?"

Sam and Danny just smiled at Each other and went back to kissing. They'd get to sex eventually. And Sam was looking forward to it.

[hbacomicmanga16]

Update

I will begin moving my stuff to devianart and pixiv.net under the same username. Look for me there in the next few days.

Also I was going to begin posting choking and strangling content for those into auto erotic asphyxiation. But I can’t find one of my clips, it was from an anime where the male lead was put on trial on a stage by the bad guy. The girl in distress was onlooking in a cage and every time the guy answered a question wrong the noose on his neck pulled him up higher. This went on until he fell unconscious but was released and survived. Anyone know the name?

[yostresswritinggirl]

Oh- um… mother i do not know what to do- 😭 this is basically the first time i've used devianart but it's probably the wifi i think… i hope…

But Oh god w8 i just got flashbacks, im pretty sure "very good bad thing" was the one song i always heard my classmate blasting when i was in highschool and when i mean blasting i mean it, since he was part of the audio visual club he could easily borrow the speakers (the bluetooth ones that keep saying the bluetooth device is not connected or smth like that)

But i didnt even realize it was also from mother mother, i probably tuned out the song 💀 (forgot to add Back in school to my favourites, i did the song such a disservice)

I can literally talk about TUYU songs for hours without getting tired, their songs are just so relatable also i find it kinda amusing how their bangers are so upbeat but hold so much weight in the lyrics (its the typical meme, japanese songs beats: ✨💖😍🌸 japanese songs lyrics: 💀😭💀😭)

I also recommend "YoiYoi KoKon" and "No title" By Reol, "Oh No!," "Bubblegum Bitch," "Are you satisfied," and "Teen Idle" by MARINA (Tho i love all her songs since i was like in god damn 6th grade) would like to add more but um i think this is already too much (like wayyyy too much😭) and most of the songs i like left are from basically mixed together

I just realized after i sent the ask i forgot the anon tag on the last one oops 💀

-Lady in the lake

I noticed the missing signature but at least I know it was you hahaha

It doesn't look like a wi-fi issue to me but I will try and check it using my laptop tonight when I go to write, I'll find a way!

And yes yes, it's quite a different vibe from their usual songs but it's so good, I accidentally stumbled upon that whole album and it's all so good I really cannot recommend it enough. And Back In School is actually the first ever song I've heard from them, which pulled me to listen to all their works so it's a special one for me <33 (and a concept song for a Tighnari oneshot of mine in the future)

It kinda reminds me of Eve and YAOSUBI(?) with upbeat rhythms <33 but :(( lyrics. Omg Reol I love her - AND MARINA TOOOO, I love all those songs hahaha! Don't forget Primadonna there too!

Besides these, my main genre is actually indie *looking at playlists* Or a jumble of songs that pass the vibe check and is now on repeat in my mixes, my YouTube Mixes and Spotify Playlists are drastically different now that I think about it hahaha

[orange-antics]

Eddsworld miscellaneous hcs

ok there's probably like 100 of these already or something, but I thought I'd add mine anyway, because hey, it's fun and I'll probably change or add a few later. (Also this ended up waaaaaaaay longer then i meant it to be wh o ops so uh be warned its pretty damn long-)

Tom:

Shortest! (i know it's normally either edd or tord, but after seeing saloonatics, I just couldn't resist the idea of the grumpiest one being the smallest. Cute right?)

Relatively strong arms, more fat around his stomach and torso then his legs.

Occasionally works gigs at local clubs and stuff for money.

Doesn't have much social media aside from Facebook so he can occasionally stalk his old college mates.

He actually likes sports like football and tennis. (His favourite sport is seeing how many bars he can hit up in one nigh-//shot//)

His hair smells like pineapple! (And the rest of him like booze-)

He's up for pretty much anything if he's drunk enough to have fun and not remember enough to regret it

But not bowling.

N e ve r bo wl ing

He's still got a scar on his left arm from The End. :( But Matt and Edd helped him to fix it up, so it's all good!

He's actually a pretty chill and sensible guy, and despite being snarky and sarcastic whenever he can, he genuinely cares about his relationships with people, scared that one day they'll get bored of him and cast him aside. He's really just a goofball with big city dreams of becoming a rockstar.

Spends like two hours in the shower crying and listening to MCR

His favourite show is Bad Education. It's good for when he needs cheering up.

He likes snacks and foods that are crunch, and salty, spicy, and sometimes savoury. So Crisps, Pringles, Doritos, chex mix etc.

Edd:

Second shortest/third tallest

Kinda chubby tbh but he's the BEST at hugs.

His forearm game is actually pretty strong because of all the time he spends making art to pay for their bills (because hey, someone's gotta do it amirite). You don't wanna head into an arm-wrestling contest with this guy.

Makes money by selling his art and also taste-testing all the latest cola products! (Just...not the diet ones).

Aside from a devianart, redbubble and maybe even a tumblr for art commissions, he doesn't really care about social media. Or regular media. Politics who?

His favourite sport? Seeing how many cans of cola he can get through on an especially difficult project. (Cricket always looked kind of fun though)

Smells like cola and not taking a shower in days because he HAS to get the lineart perfect and edd are you ok when was the last time you slept- (jokes aside, i can see him smelling like graphite and paints and sharpies from his art supplies).

Can pull the perfect poker face like damn son having a baby face sure comes in handy when lying to your roomate about why there's broken guitar strings hanging out of Ringo's mouth again

Has a scar on the inside of his eyelid from the time Tom 'accidently' poked him in the eye with a pencil (...may or may not be based off personal experience)

Edd is pretty friendly and open with people, he likes getting to know them and joking around. He's the Ultimate Punmaster ™, and loves nothing more to poke fun. He sees the world through the eyes of a cartoonist, and will never miss a comedic opportunity.

Be warned! He's actually fairly smart, and can read people well, knowing just how to really get under someone's skin. It's a good thing he can't be bothered with any of that though.

Gets his best ideas either in the tub or when hes just about to sleep. Because of that, he keeps a water-proof and regular notebook. Nearly had a heart-attack countless times because he accidently swapped them around.

Despite his complaints about absurd plot conveniences, he actually likes Doctor Wh- i mean "Proffesor Why", there's just something about the concept of time travel...he also likes cartoons! Like, a lot. He'll watch most anything and everything if it's animated and the writing is decent.

Likes anything sour, sweet, and chewy! So Jelly Babies, Wine gums, Sour patch kids, that kind of thing

Tord:

(Most of these are heavily based upon his life as Red Leader so sorry if you were looking for more domestic Tord. Maybe I'll do seperate hcs for that one day)

Second tallest! Quite a bit taller then Tom, a bit taller then Edd, just about average height, if a bit taller. He's closer to Matt in height then Edd.

He's actually quite well-built! You wouldn't think it because of the baggy hoodie he wears but he's got pretty good muscle, and his endurance and strength is well above the others. This mostly comes from the logic that he's been training and leading the Red Army, so it just makes sense to me that he'd resemble a soldier physically, yknow? AU-wise, or before he started the whole world domination thing, he'd be a little more scrawny, but he could still kick everyone's ass (he probably tried copying numerous anime battle stances lol-)

He's pretty well off, it turns out you can get quite rich by adopting some uh...rather unconventional means of money-making. Of course you could always say he just sold his inventions.

Does having your own private network of underground intelligence-gathering units count as social media? No? Nevermind.(He has a hentaihaven account-)

He likes dodgeball, archery, and you guessed it, arcade shooter games. Anything where he can point and hit something basically.

He smells like gunpowder, dirt, oil from machine maintenance and the cold? Like if the cold had a smell, he would have that smell, does that make sense? He also probably smells like Old Spice because idfk it just reminds me of him ok.

He doesn't exactly get out to socialise much, be prefers to stay at his desk, or curled up next to the fire with a mug of hot cider when he wants to relax. Sometimes Paul and Pat will drag him outside when they think he needs a breath of fresh air, and they'll go visit the nearest marketplace for food and other supplies. He likes strategic games like Chess or Draughts, and it's a good way to show off and get practice at the same time.

Scar-wise, he probably has quite a few from his fights. Post-the end, I'm not sure what would happen to him, since I've seen people go in a lot of different directions. I DO think he'd replace him arm with the robotic one, since that seemed too heavily implied to not happen. Regarding his face, I think the burns and stuff would probably heal over time, and depending on the technology in the future, he'd either still have some heavy scarring, or maybe he'd develop some kind of treatment so that it restores him to almost fully healed. He could always go the cyborg route and end up half-man half-machine like we see with future Matt and Tom.

(About the patch on his face, I have a theory about how he he aquired that scar/injury. See, I don't think Tord founded Red Army by himself, no. I think he was introduced to it by Paul (who we see in the same classroom as them in Poweredd) who was kept back a few years cause....uh...yknow- Anyway I have a theory that Tord eventually climbed the ranks until he became second-in-command, and he then murdered Red Leader and took his title. Their fight is where he got that injury. It's not really canon-supported much, but I find it an interesting concept!)

You've probably guessed, but I kind of disgree with Tord's portrayal sometimes. I think I prefer the darker, meaner side to him. I wouldn't say he's (completely) evil, but I'm not really one for the whole "self-hating, regretful angsty Tord who just wants some love and support" and stuff. I mean, it's cute with ships amd fluff, amd ideally he does make amends and rejoin the group, but I just like the thought that he's genuinely not a nice guy yknow? Like, he's actually done some fucked up stuff, and The End is probably just one case. (Of course this is all opinion based so feel free to disagree if u wanna wheeze-)

Has the WORST sleeping schedule. Has been known to fall asleep in the bath/shower.

He prefers movies to shows. His favourite is the Kingsman series (he can relate on many different levels).

Likes bittersweet things, (just like his personality amirite-). So cake with coffee, or tarts, liquorice, hard candy, that kind of thing.

Matt:

(My favourite-)

He tol. Tallest of them all!

Someone once described him as "borderline twink" and tbh i agree. I feel like he'd have a slightly feminine figure (which is perfectly normal!) and he both rocks it, and knows he does.

He works at a nail salon every now and again, his self-confidence and bubbliness makes him get along well with customers. (Also Matt would definitely wear nail polish ok dont even try to convince me otherwise. Actually speaking of,)

He has EVERY kind of social media possible. Instagram, twitter, facebook, tumblr, facebook, snapchat, you name it! He's especially prominent on instagram. He likes to keep an ~aesthetic~

He likes gymnastics and dance, activities like that. Anything which puts him in a creative spotlight. He'd probably take up acting classes, and then insist on only being given monologues.

He'd probably have quite a pleasant and nature-y smell? Like uhh citrus-y, pine tree, a hint of flowers, that kind of thing. Although he'd DEFINITELY slap on way too much cologne on a date or something and end up smelling like he just emptied out a bottle of febreeze.

He'd probably go out quite a lot! I can see Matt being a social butterfly, his friendliness and general likeability probably mean that he's got a few friends and stuff around. I can also see him as the kind of person who'd enjoy taking walks in the park, sitting below a tree, that kind of thing. He probably runs a self-love session (that works a little TOO well). He wants to get out there and show off his beautiful face, so it doesn't take a lot to drag him outside (provided you keep a mirror on you, that is).

He doesn't really have any physical scars. I mean, i do hc him with freckles, but they don't count so. he has a mental scar. After he hit himself with the memory eraser gun, he completely erased his memories. It took a while for him to settle onto the personality he has now. His face was the one thing that he knew for certain held a sense of familiarity and stability, so that's partly why his narcissism boomed so much. He sometimes gets random flashbacks of being a zombeh leader, being less of a nicer person, and it can be quite unnerving for him. He also has other memory issues, which is why he can forget things so easily, and comes across as an idiot most of the time.

He can be quite oblivious, but I dont think hes a total idiot. He can read people fairly well, and is emotionally intelligent. He says stupid things sometimes despite knowing they'll get a reaction, just because he wants to, and thinks that life should be as fun and full of joy as possible. He's too trusting, and wants to see the good in everyone. At the end of the day, if you disrespect him (and his face), you'll see that he can be more then just the nice guy.

LUSH!! Matt is HERE for all those lush products. I'm talking bath bombs, lip scrubs, shower jellies, all that good stuff! And ofc he has like 100+ products for his hair and skincare routine, because let's face it, it's Matt. I also like to think he owns a bunch of bath toys and rubber duckies, and like the kid at heart he is, he'll sit in a bubble bath playing with them, and re-enacting all of their adventures.

He mostly prefers youtube videos over TV, so you bet he's subscribed to all the beauty gurus, vloggers, people like that. He does think children's cartoons are nice to watch though, so every once in a while he'll force Tom and Edd to sit with him and watch the latest season of My little pony.

He likes anything sweet and fun to look at! Especially if it's trending, so he can post pictures of himself eating/drinking it. So if there's another rolled ice cream/new starbucks-ccino/unicorn themed food item floating about, he'll probably be trying it.

(Ah man this turned out way longer then i thought. It went from simple headcanons to like full blown theories whoops- maybe i should make seperate posts if its too difficult to read? Anyway let me know what you think nonetheless!)

[missywardwell-blog]

Scarlet Calavera Pt.1

>scarlet is based on the twins from the Book Of Life. I came up with the idea for this story while watching the movie a few years back and posted it on Devianart. I’m re-writing what I can and hope someone will like it.

Scarlet looked away from the machine she was working on and to the boy working on one behind her. Then looked to the grey ashen sky that seemed to blend with the leveled rocky and gloomy terrain they were forced to live on. The bright yellow eyes she had were filled with a jaded passion. Her heart was thudding loudly in her chest to the thought of a possibility of escaping this hell on earth.

"Are you sure this will work?" she asked.

Her accent still as thick as the day she learned how to talk English. He looked up from the machine with a sigh as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"If we do this right then, yes, it will..." he replied calmly.

"We can stop this from happening...we have to and if we don't succeed," he paused for a moment as he helped her stand up. "Who says we have to come back?"

She gave a slight smirk to his reply. Her makeup giving her the look of a smirking candy skull. She closed the panel to the machine and fixed her long tan skirt and the black cropped shirt to her slightly underweight figure.

"Adios Cala vera." he said with a slight grin and attempted Spanish. "I'll meet you there."

"I’ll see you in the past then." She replied quietly.

He closed the pod and backed away as it powered on. The moment he blinked, it was gone.

"Do you think she can be trusted? She's been alive as long as him yet she doesn't age...known him as just as long too...she could be his spy..." he heard an older man say.

He turned to face him before returning to his work on his pod.

"Besides you, she's the only other person I can trust...and from what I remember, apart from everything falling apart when the Flash died, her disappearance also caused a rift within the team..." he replied as he finished.

"So she's a key role in all this?" The boy nodded. "We're counting on you kid."

He changed into his disguise after a few more words were exchanged between them. Before the older male knew it, he was gone.

But the present time for him remained the same in the desolate area they had been cursed to live in. Nothing had yet changed.

2015

"It seems a new hero has been spotted throughout the city of Nuevo Leòn Mexico. Witnesses report seeing her take down many threats that have risen in those parts quite recently." The news reporter began as a video was pulled up besides her.

"Here is a video that was taken just yesterday when this hero, now known as "Calavera", defeated the villain known as-"

The image on the T.V became a thin line before disappearing completely with sound and all. The young girl who had been leniently watching the T.V blinked her brown eyes at the owner of the diner.

"Esa mujer no sabe lo que dice." He said grumpily.

(That woman doesn't know what she's saying.)

She raised a thin eyebrow curiously. "¿Oh? Y por que?" She questioned.

(Oh? And why not?)

"Esa persona en el video no es cualquier héroe, que es La Muerte a sí misma."

(The person in the video isn't just any hero, she is death herself.)

He said this as though it was a matter of fact. She put the pencil down and pushed her sketch book aside.

"Si eso fuera cierto, entonces ¿por qué es que derrotar a los criminales y no la gestión de los muertos?"

(If that were true, then why is she defeating villains and not managing the dead?)

"Porque yo la vi." he said refilling the glass of orange juice she had ordered about an hour ago.

(Because I saw her...)

"Ella era como una de esas calaveras de dulce para el Día de Los Muertos. Hecha de azúcar y todo lo que se recuerda en este mundo."

(She was like one of those candy skulls for the day of the dead. Made of sugar and all that is remembered in this world.)

"Con una pasión en sus ojos que dijo que quería arreglar todo como debe ser."

(With a passion in her eyes that said she wanted to fix everything as it should be.)

"Pero podría ser que estoy imaginando cosas. El Día de Los Muertos es esta semana y todavía tengo mucho que preparar."

(But it could be that I am just imagining things. The day of the dead is this week and I still have a lot to prepare.)

He chuckled slightly as she put her things away in her side bag. She pulled out a small candy skull and placed it on the counter with the money to cover her breakfast.

"Gracias y que tengan un gran semana."

(Thank you and have a great week.)

She smiled before drinking the last of her juice and taking her leave.

"Usted también mi hija..."

(you too my child.)

A flash of red sparked in his dark green eyes as she walked out of the diner door. When she was out of sight, he walked into the kitchen with the small sugar skull in hand and out the back door. Passing an old telephone pole and vanishing into thin air.

[englishbreakfasttae]

obsession | jjk

➵ Summary :

You learn hacking from a stranger on the internet but end up clicking on the wrong website. Will he help you clean up the mess?

➵ Warnings :  🔞

This work of fiction contains dark themes and may not be suitable for all readers, yandere character, stalking, hacking, manipulation.

➵ Word count : 8.3k

➵ Masterlist : click here

➵ Tags : @ mwitsmejk

➵ Author’s note : this the edited and newest and final version of obsession.

Art credit : NaBHaN (devianart)

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S U S P I C I O N S

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

- The Tempest (William Shakespeare)

Jimin studies every action you make as you walk over to him. He needs to know what you think of him.

“What are you doing here?” you contemplate, stopping in your tracks right in front of him.

“Hello to you too,” Jimin sighs. “I am here to meet you, silly goose.”

“Come on in then,” you unlock the door and motion him to enter inside after you. “Your ‘soon’ on the phone was indeed quite soon, this is…” you motion your arms between him and you. “unexpected.”

“It is,” he smiles contently. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great,” you point at your form. “As you can see.”

“Oh, I can see that.” Jimin chuckles as he shakes his head. He takes off his coat and swings it on the hanger. There’s an unusual awkwardness between the two of you. It’s as if you don’t know what to say or what to do. The last time you had a conversation wasn’t quite conversational, without a doubt.

“How have you been?” you ask, trying to make small talks.

“Other than being deep into a giant pile of work and responsibilities, doing pretty great myself.”

“Has your father been too rough on you?”

“You know him far too well,” he chuckles dryly.

The room falls silent again and all you could hear was the sound of the wall clock ticking. You look at Jimin only to find him staring at you as well, with the intensity that makes your legs wobble. He looks at your lips, and then makes eye contact with you, smirking when he realises, he was caught.

You are about to open your mouth to say something about inviting him to sit down and have a cup of tea with you to lighten up the atmosphere but he cuts you short by lunging forward and smashing his plump lips on yours in a hasty kiss. You stand limp formed in utter shock, still reeling in disbelief. He holds your chin with one hand and gently places his other hand on your waist, contradicting the intensity with which he’s kissing you. Slowly you come to your senses and sink in his touch, moving your own lips in rhythm with his. He parts away and peeks at you in a way of apologising for kissing you without your permission and to ask for your consent to take things further.

You nod your head and lean into him, continuing what he had started. But it was different this time, you wrap your arms around his neck, palms brushing past his gleaming golden locks. You lean in slowly, your lush lips millimetres away from his eager ones, teasing him before giving in. His breath smells like a mixture of spearmint and beer.

You’re slow and gentle. You want to taste every inch of him because you’ve been craving it for a long time and you finally have it now. You sure hell will take every second to feel him. Gradually deepening the kiss, his tongue explores yours – you feel intoxicated. He sneaks his hand inside your blouse feeling your soft skin, making him groan.

He definitely wants you. He wants you now. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer so that your bodies are flush against each other. You feel him harden under you; it makes warmth encompass between your legs. You’re so lost in Jimin’s touch that you completely ignore the vibration of your phone in your jeans pocket signalling a text message.

Your bedroom seems too far away and you’re desperate. Jimin pulls you towards the couch as if he read your thoughts. He sits down on the couch and pulls you on his lap so that you’re straddling him. He takes your hand in his as he guides his lips towards your collarbone. Your phone starts ringing again, making you groan in frustration. This time it’s a call, which you choose to ignore buy fishing your phone out of your jeans pocket and discarding it on the coffee table, followed by your jeans all while Jimin eyes you with lust.

You sit back on his lap and reach for his cheeks, drawing small circles on his squishy ones.

“Why are you being all so cute now?” You fascinate.

“Did you just call me cute while I’m all hard under you?” Within a span of a few seconds, he swoops his arms behind your knees and rolls you over. You gasp under him as he squeezes your butt. “Ow, Chimmy.”

You press your lips on his and pick up where you left off, starting by unbuttoning his shirt. Your phone starts ringing again, making Jimin grunt this time. “Honestly, who the fuck is it?”

You pick your phone to take a look and that display shows an unknown number. You nervously put it back on the table.

“Is everything okay, ____?”

“Y-yeah,” you dare not make eye contact with Jimin. He cups your cheeks and tilts it so that you’re face to face with him. You smile at him reassuringly and sneak your palm over his crotch making him close his eyes. He brushes his nose against your collarbone as you shiver with need. Seeing him face to face after so many months makes your heart flutter and ache all at the same time. You reach for his belt while he kisses you going downwards. Your phone starts ringing again catching you both off-guard.

“You know you should pick it up if it’s important,” Jimin groans again.

“I don’t think it’s that important,” you retaliate.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, assuring him. He gets up and positions himself on his knees. He reaches for your thigh when the lights goes out, out of nowhere. Your heart starts beating fast, this time not because Park fucking Jimin was about to go down on you but because of constantly receiving a phone call from someone you forgot to block due to your busy schedule, and the lights being out when you’re so vulnerable.

And because the electricity in your apartment have never gone out in the span of four years that you’ve lived here.

You are completely immobilised when you glance at Jimin and get a look of his confused face under the little illumination you can obtain due to the moonlight flashing in your living room through the windows. Concern is written all over his face, making you feel weaker.

“Jimin,” you whispered slowly. He hummed in response. You took no time in tightly hugging him. “I’m scared.”

“Hey,” he looks up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s going to be okay, it’s just a power out. I’m here with you.”

“No, no.” your eyes start tearing up. “I’m scared that someone’s watching me.”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows.

You sit up straight and try to catch your breath.

“I did something really dumb, Jimin. I went on the wrong side of the internet and opened some things that I shouldn’t have. Now, there’s this unknown person who has been harassing me ever since. They know about me – they know my phone number and my address. And now the power’s out just after I received calls after calls by this person, and I kid you not it has never been out for the past four years living here. I know how dumb it sounds but I can’t help but try and connect the dots. I’m so scared.”

He looks at you in shock, opening his mouth and closing it again. “For how long has this been going on?”

“A couple of days.”

“Have you told this to anyone?”

“No… I mean yes, an online friend.” You know that even though he looks calm he’s only trying to hold the anger that’s bubbling inside him. When you say it out loud about your actions, even you feel angry at how stupid you can be.

“So, you’re telling me that you think your life in danger, which you’ve been thinking for days and all you did was tell an online friend?”

“I know it sounds dumb bu-“

“Dumb?” he snaps. “____ you should be going to the police right now. Why do you always ignore things until it becomes so serious that you end up sabotaging yourself?”

Fiddling with your ring, you remain quiet. This makes him realise what he has done.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you,” he takes your hand in his. “I’m really sorry.”

“You know, you are right. I did do something fucking stupid. And I didn’t take it seriously just like I always do.”

“It’s okay.” He reaches for your phone and hands it to you for unlocking it, which you do hand it back to him. He blocks the number and takes screenshots of all the texts. “This is for starters. Now we file a complaint. Come on, let’s go.”

“How about we go tomorrow first thing in the morning? I’m exhausted today.”

“Okay,” he gives you a comforting smile. “Whatever you want.”.

“Stay the night.” You blurt out.

He glances towards you in anticipation. He sees no unwillingness on your side so he agrees to stay with you, not just for your sake, but for his too. You shift to your bedroom with him, laying together in complete silence. There is no sexual tension between you and Jimin, none of that. All that you felt was the feeling of being safe and sound. After days of exhaustion and sleepless nights, you can finally fall asleep.

A part of you wants Jimin scoot to your side of the bed and hug you tight while you doze off in his arms. But there’s another part of you that doesn’t want to get attached again or to relive the painful memories you shared. There are a lot of unsaid words between you two and you don’t know if it’ll ever come out. And things can never be normal between you both if you keep being silent about the problems that pulled you apart in the first place.

You fall asleep after considering every possibility of your current situation. The full moon shines on you, serving you a gleam of hope that everything will be alright the next morning – that you’ll wake up and find peace, maybe even a smiling Jimin whose eyes would shut as his mouth would widen all while he would whisper a ‘good morning’ in your ears. Stars twinkle above you as you plunge deep into slumber whilst thinking about the what-ifs.

⤚ ✵ ⤙

Waking up next to Jimin is a relief. It reminds you of the days you were together, how he would come home, after hours spent in the college library or his internship, and snuggle in the bed with you. He would spoon you and you would kiss his neck and whisper sweet nothings in his ears. No matter how tired he was, he never forgot to tell you that he loved you. You snap out of your reverie after hearing a thud sound. Opening your eyes, you see Jimin’s side of the bed empty as a mop of blonde hair peeps from the floor. He smiles sheepishly while rubbing his eyes and mumbling an apology making you chuckle.

“Did you sleep well?” He looks at you with a smile laced with concern. It’s subtle but you can tell.

“Mhmm,” you rub your eyes and get up. “I slept well. What about you?”

“I did too, now without wasting any time let’s go to the station.”

“Station?” Reality hits you and your body stiffen. It’s the D-day, and there is no way you can escape it. “Can we have breakfast first?”

“Sure.” He looks at you suspiciously. “And?”

“And?” you hum.

“Why do I feel like you want to say something more?”

Your eyes wander at everything else in the room except his face. You want to tell him that you would like to do this alone, that you don’t need his help – but how?

“____.” you can feel the atmosphere in the room switch, and his glare burning through you. “Look at me.” You look at him and he does not look happy.

“Look Jimin, I’m thankful that you are here for me but I can do this on my own, you know?” It comes out far more rudely than you expected it to be.

“I know that but I just want to make sure you’re okay. Now come on.” His persistency has started to irritate you, and you’re having none of it. “Gosh, I’m not a child anymore!” You sound pathetic and you know it too.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you kept stalling going to the doctor last year? Where’d that leave you? In the hospital with a stage three appendicitis surgery!” Suddenly, the room becomes extremely quiet. All that can be heard is the buzzing outside of your apartment, people carrying on about their daily lives, unaware of the current dilemma you are put into.

“I- uh-” You feel the mattress dip as Jimin steps towards you. He takes your hands in his. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. If you want to go on your own that’s okay. I just want you to take this seriously because I can’t see you in pain.”

Glossy-eyed, you nod your head; words unable to come out of your mouth. You decide that Jimin should come with you. You have a habit of taking things lightly until it becomes so serious that it ends up affecting your life deeply. Having someone give you a reality check, every once in a while, is crucial in life.

And boy were you right. After spending more than forty minutes waiting in the waiting room, they finally called you inside. You filed a report and consulted with the authorities. You told them everything, without sugar-coating which earned fits of laughter from the cops.

And when you asked them what was so funny about it, they said, “it seems like a stupid prank someone who already knows you are playing.” It was irritating not to be taken seriously.

They did try tracking down the IP address of the anonymous sender but it went in vain as their station was not equipped with advanced tracking devices and the IP address was way too secured for their expertise. They said they would send it to higher authorities but there isn’t much they can do other than that. They suggested that you change your sim card, phone, and even your apartment.

While accessing the CCTV footage of your apartment they found out the camera on your floor had been out of service for more than a month. You were livid, but all you could do was file complaints on complaints.

“Do you want any help looking for apartments?” Jimin asks as he inserts a sim card in your phone. You have decided to change the sim card but not your phone. No way can you afford to buy a new phone with all the student loans crushing you already, and attending college with high-profile classmates has you drained – physically, mentally, and financially.

“I’m okay, you don’t need to worry.”

You are not sure you can change your apartment either. You were lucky enough to rent an apartment on the better side of the city, your roommate being Wendy. And because of her parents’ connection with the building owners, they gave you a humble discount. It’s close to your college which saves you transportation fare and it’s close to the bar that you work at as a part-time bartender, saving you enough time and energy to make long shifts possible. You feel fortunate enough to be able to have this job as compared to part-timing at multiple places in your freshman and sophomore year to make ends meet.

“I’m thinking of postponing it because I’m anyway graduating in three months.” You stare out of the store, observing the busy road, people rushing in their cars, bikes, and taxis, some treading on the sidewalk – hustling to survive.

“____ , your safety matters first, do you think you’ll be alright living there for three more months?” Your attention falls back on Jimin, making you shake your head. You muster up a wide grin and replied, “Wendy is home now, we’ll be more than just safe. And I’ll keep a huge baseball bat, just in case, to knock out any intruders.”

Jimin peeks at you, a playful smile adorning his face. He shakes his head while a soft chuckle resonates from him. “How do you manage to turn something so serious into a joke?”

“Needs years of practice.”

⤚ ✵ ⤙

You find yourself sitting at a rooftop restaurant opposite to Jimin, his ash blonde hair shining under the fairy lights scattered across the rooftop along with dim lamps and red roses on each table. In Jimin’s defence, he did not know that the theme develops into something so romantic after sunset as he has only been here once during afternoon hours.

“The food is good, I promise.” He says earnestly.

“And so is the price. Do I have to donate my kidney to pay?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, it’s on me.” He winks at you.

“How gentlemanly of you.” You roll your eyes and divert your attention back to the mouth-watering menu selections. The place is quite crowded, sounds of silverware clattering and an obnoxious child whining can be heard distantly. It’s a bit cold outside so you have left your coat wrapped over your body.

“It feels like it’ll snow soon,” your rub your arms to feel cosier, waiting for dessert to arrive after gobbling an entire full course meal for two all by yourself. “But really Jimin, you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

Jimin looks around – tall buildings lit up and sounds of all kinds of vehicles audible. He smiles and looks back at you. “It will be nice to have snow. And it’s nothing, really. Just sit and enjoy the food.”

You teasingly poke his arm and pout at him.

“Oh yes, you love snow,” you reminisce the days Jimin and you used to walk around the city, holding hands and having snowball fights. “Remember when we were together, and we used to have snowball fights?”

“How can I forget? You were so good at it that you left me sore for days.” He pouts, making you giggle. “Don’t laugh now, you were really harsh on me.”

“I promise I won’t do that again!” you protest, making you both break into fits of laughter. A comfortable silence follows by, making you both look at each other. The staring competition is interrupted by the waitress arriving with the dessert – sizzling brownie, much loved by you. You both politely thank her and dig in.

“So, what went wrong between us?” Jimin says with a gloomy sigh.

“I don’t know.” After a moment’s reflection you start, “maybe we grew up. We both fell in love with each other in High School, that was a long, long time ago. We are completely different people now, we like different things, and we live in different places. I think we kinda figured it out long ago that things were not going to work out as the older we get.”

“We did grow out of each other.”

“You know, Jimin, when we ran into each other for the first time after our breakup, I just wanted to hug you so tight and never let you go…” you can see the pain in Jimin’s eyes. “And then so much happened between us after that, but it just made me realise that it takes time to move on but with time it becomes better. I loved you so much, I still do to some extent, and will probably feel like that in the future too. But sometimes we just need to let go.”

“I know. Right back at you.” His eyes are becoming moister as the minute passes by. “But I guess this is it.”

You look down at your palm, attempting to hide the tears that are threatening to spill. “So, what’s next for you?”

“I haven’t thought much. I’m thinking of settling down in America, but I definitely want to switch jobs, something that gives me a thrilling adventure and keeps me away from family business, or family in general.”

“I love that you are older than me, you never cease to inspire me with your experience, hard work and dedication.”

“Now, you’re just flattering me,” Jimin waves at you in dismissal. “What’s in for your future, Buttercup?”

“I don’t kn –” you take a sudden pause. Buttercup? Your heart starts beating at a very fast rate, it feels like you will shrink any second. The blood in your systems seems to have stopped flowing. The innocent nickname coming out of Jimin’s mouth makes you want to throw up. This cannot be.

“W-what?” you choke.

“What, what?” he looks confused. You watch him, unable to believe your thoughts. He appears to be so innocent. He cannot do anything this cruel, right? Right?

“I- nothing. I’ve gotta go, Wendy will be home soon, and she gets all fuzzy after exams and… Dinner was great, thank you.” You hurriedly gather your belongings and bolt out, leaving a rather baffled Jimin behind. “Goodbye, Jimin!”

Everything dawns on you in the span of only a few seconds. He was the only person who knew about that day, who knew your favourite colour was baby pink and you received the cushion the very next time. He knows your current address, was oh-so persistent to be with you lately, even to the point that he wanted the whereabouts of the apartment you might get in the future. He knew you inside out, enough to know your weaknesses, and when and how to strike when you least expect it. And most importantly, everything started right around the time he returned in your life.

“It seems like a stupid prank someone who already knows you are playing.”

But why?

⤚ ✵ ⤙

“Someone on the subway licked my neck! LICKED MY NECK!” Chandler yells through the screen. Your attention is drawn back to the television on hearing the words licked and neck. The inability to concentrate on anything that does not revolve around irreplaceable words such as Jimin, or Buttercup, or Edgar Allen Poe has been a challenging task. You cannot wrap your head around the fact that you are graduating soon and there is plenty of work to do for the remainder of your college semester, not to mention your tiring part-time job.

Then again, ignoring Jimin isn’t going to help you for long. You have tried to connect the dots and it only makes sense to some extent, the biggest puzzle piece that might fit him to the case is still missing – what motive did he have? The Jimin you know is a no-nonsense kind of person, and you have known him for long enough to feel ridiculous suspecting him. But then again, your trust in people is slowly wearing off.

This makes you think of K00kies97, and the fact that you don’t know each other that well. Grabbing your laptop from your bedroom, you plop down on your couch and text him.

Three bubbles pop up on the bottom left of the screen, signalling that he is typing. You have been meaning to ask him some questions about his identity and personal life but you’re not sure how to start the conversation. If what the cops were saying is true – someone who knows you is pranking you, then you need to know everybody in your life well enough. K00kies97 has never made you feel uncomfortable or crossed boundaries in any form. In fact, you feel like yourself the most when you talk to him. But you want to know him as a person.

K00kies97 : so how are u

You : I’m good, just catching up on my paper submissions :p

You : what about you? How have you been?

K00kies97 : oh good luck then

K00kies97 : ive been good too

You : I wanted to talk to you about something

K00kies97 : ok shoot

You : please don’t take it the wrong way but it’s just that we’ve known each other for months and we don’t even know each other.

You : ok that made no sense!

You : what I mean is that I want to know you better….

You : i’m not asking you to send your pics or address or anything

K00kies97 : i get where ur coming from

K00kies97 : im visiting seoul this weekend

K00kies97 : we can grab coffee together if you dont mind

You do a double take on your desktop screen. Saying that you are shocked would be an understatement. You expected him to tell you his name, or talk about his background for starters but that’s it! He never fails to surprise you. You consider your options, ‘should I go?’ Or ‘should I not go?’ You feel like a teenage girl plucking the petals of a red rose and chanting ‘he loves me; he loves me not.’

You : wow, I did not see that coming

You : sure, where do you want to meet?

You : also, how will we recognise each other?

K00kies97 : any public place will do

K00kies97 : in case 1 of us turns out to be a serial killer

You : Definitely not me!

K00kies97 : lets wear something that stands out

K00kies97 : so that we can spot e/o

You : ok, how about we wear purple outfits? It’s a unique colour and we’ll stand out

K00kies97 : deal 😉

You : borahae

K00kies97 : wHAT

K00kies97 : did you just-

You get so lost in laughing your heart out that you forget to ask his name. You decide on calling him Kookie for now.

Whereas, someone on the other side of the screen proceeds to shop in purple.

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Flinging your sling bag to the side, you arrive at the agreed location. You glance at the exterior of the mid-century themed coffeehouse and sigh in satisfaction, this is it. Opening the door with anticipation, the doorbell chimes, gabbing the attention of some individuals. You look inside but do not spot anyone dressed in purple. He must be late, you think. You grab a seat near the large window to retain the taste of evening sun barely pouring inside.

The coffeehouse looks ethereal. It has a unique décor with contrasting colours. The tables and chairs are adorned with tanned plywood and retro cushions. There is a collection of vinyl records at one corner, some hung on the wall and some sitting on an old table beside an elegant gramophone. It’s just for show though, the modern speakers being the source of soft melodies resonating in the enormous room. There’s an archaic stairway that leads to the first floor but you chose not to sit there as being in the crowd is what you had planned.

Waiting for Kookie, dressed in a purple scarf and a bulky violet cardigan, and hoping to be recognised by him when he shows up has been a thrill. You feel out of place dressed up like this but choose to suck it up. Your confidence was at its highest when you had planned this but the closer you get to actually see him face-to-face the more nervous you are becoming.

Your palms start sweating, which isn’t uncommon during the winter but you know it’s not just because it might snow soon. The entrance door has been opened a few times since your arrival but none of them was the one you are expecting. There’s a weird feeling you get, as if you are being watched from outside the shop but whenever you look around, you find no pair of eyes looking in your direction.

You’ve been aggressively texting Wendy due to nerves when the door-chime rings, making you jump in your seat and scan the entryway. Your heart skips a beat when you find a tall, broad-chested man wearing an oversized purple sweater looking on the opposite side. He has messy black hair, or even darkest of browns. He inspects the room and you feel like sinking in your seat, hoping the earth will eat you alive. But none of that happens because the man looks right at you, looking confused at first but he smiles sheepishly when he catches you gaping back at him, clad in purple.

He waves his hand and your heart skips a beat. To say that he is handsome would be an understatement. You’re sure he can be one of the contestants in TC Chandler’s most handsome men in the world… and actually win it. He walks towards the table and takes a seat opposite to you.

“Hi,” he introduces. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long.”

You keep staring at him, his boyish yet deep voice taking you by surprise, everything is happening so fast that your brain has started to glitch. “Huh? Yeah.” You mumble. “No, not at all.”

“Wow, a lovely lady with a lovely voice,” he professed. You shrug and mouth a thank you, feeling extremely nervous. Realising your edginess, he chuckles.

“Do you want to hear something funny?”

“Yes, I do.” You encourage.

“When I was on my way here, I saw an old couple arguing over ice cream. The old man wanted to eat scoops on scoops of vanilla ice cream, but the lady wanted to nope out of there. So, she kept his fake teeth away and asked, ‘how will you eat now?’ and he said, ‘I don’t need teeth to eat ice cream Velma!’ and proceeded to eat the ice cream.”

He nudges his head towards you, expecting a response. You are taken aback for a moment, not expecting him to be bold and to be able to make lame yet kind of funny commentaries so soon. You cave in and start giggling, sounding like a high-schooler.

“Well, he wasn’t wrong. You can eat ice cream without teeth.” You admit.

“I agree. Can’t wait to have no teeth and try eating ice cream.” He takes a pause, remembering something. “My name is Jungkook by the way. It’s funny how we never got to introduce ourselves.”

“We were obviously too busy picking matching outfits,” you point your finger at your bulky cardigan. “I’m ____, but you must already know that. Since my username is so detailed.”

It was his turn to grin in the cutest way possible, his bunny-like incisors coming into full display. Your heart swoons and you feel like you are in a dream. The more you look at him the more his face becomes familiar, making you think you have known him for ages. You furrow your brows making Jungkook stop laughing.

“Have we met before?”

“Hmm?” he hums after a moment’s reflection.

“You look so familiar. I thought that maybe we have met before.” You are not sure anymore.

His smile widens, turning into a smug smirk. “Not to sound too full of myself but maybe you have seen me on billboards or magazines. I used to do part-time modelling.”

“Oh, is that so? That must be it. You do look like a… someone… who would…” you start fiddling with your fingernails. “Like a model.”

His cheeks start turning into a shade of pink and he looks away, outside the window. The discomfort that you were having before meeting him is slowly melting away like an iceberg because of the warmth he radiates. He is just as funny and charming and sweet and homely as he is in texts when you chat online. He tells you about his main job as a software developer that he recently got, and how boring it is. At least, he can concentrate on one job now, so he says.

You tell him about your mundane life as a full-time chemistry major and a part-time bartender. You talk about alcohol, books, and your love for Harrison Ford. And Jungkook seems to agree with you, adding Johnny Depp to the list.

The conversation eventually drifts towards a topic you would rather not discuss, but it has been finding its way back into your life every day. The topic of Edgar Allen Poe, or whoever this anonymous stalker is, or a prankster in the words of the cops who could not take you seriously enough. Jungkook is understanding, and he comforts you in the best way.

“I trust that you’ll take care of yourself just fine. And if anyone crosses their limits, I’m only one call away.” Jungkook assures you.

“Thanks, really. I kind of dragged into you in this mess, you had told me numerous times not to do anything stupid but I didn’t listen to you.”

“Hey, we all make mistakes.” He lays his hand gently on yours for a second and pulls away. “I forgot to turn off the stove the other day and it could’ve almost burned my house.”

“But you turned it off, right?” your cheeks start hurting after smiling so hard.

“Of course, I did. How would be able to come in one piece otherwise?”

“You are comical, you know?”

“So I’ve been told.” He takes a sip of his coffee with a content grin.

Your phone chimes making your heartbeat fasten. Who could it be? You take a sideways glance at it, internally crossing your fingers. Relief floods over you when you see it is a text by Jimin. However, you suddenly remember what happened a while ago and don’t even think of unlocking your screen. Your attention is drawn back to Jungkook who goes on about the time he went to McDonald’s as a kid and mixed all the flavours of soda thinking it will taste heavenly. He was wrong apparently.

After hanging around in the city, you stumble upon an amusement park and Jungkook doesn’t take no for an answer. He gets tickets for you and says it’s going to be fun.

“Would you like to eat something?” He blushes slightly, looking away.

“I think we should go on the rides first, wouldn’t wanna puke all the way from there,” you point your finger towards the roller-coaster.

“Ah yes,” he smiles sheepishly. “Are you afraid of rides?”

Flicking your hair away from your face you smirk, “I’m the boldest of bold when it comes to park rides, now let’s go.”

And boy was your complacent statement absolutely wrong. After sneering and screaming and having your entire life flash before your eyes you call for a break on riding the dangerous rides, Jungkook teasing you the entirety of it. You kept your eyes closed during most of the experience, occasionally opening them and screeching louder, making Jungkook hold your hand to comfort you.

Meanwhile, he enjoyed the rides as if he was in a simple car ride or something of the sort – laughing and hollering like a kid. Those were the moments where everything would stop for a second and you could only concentrate on him. Little did you know that was the case for him too, stealing glances in your way when you were not paying attention, making him think about the old days.

“Weren’t you the boldest of the bold when it came to park rides?” he playfully nudges your arm, making you throw popcorn at him. “Are you sure you don’t need a paper bag?”

“For what?”

“In case, you…” he makes a pukish face. You throw more popcorn kernels at him, making him feign a flinch. “Ow, that hurts.”

“How about we go to the photo booth?” you suggest. Your pupils dilate when you see an appealing photo booth by the corner, excitement coursing through your veins.

“As much as I would love to, I don’t really like taking photos of myself,” he says in a way meaning more seriously than it sounded. You tilt your head to get a better look at him, and before you could unravel him, his once reflective persona turns back to its cheerful façade.

“Oh,” you try to hide your disappointment but it’s written all over your face. “If you don’t mind my asking, why so? You are so handsome.”

“I just- handsome? Why, thank you. It’s just, in my previous job I had pictures taken of me more often than I’d like, and that just took away from the thrill of taking pictures at all. Aaand… And I have also carried on plenty of insecurities since childhood.” He shoves his hand in his pocket and shrugs. “Here, let me take a picture of you.” He motions for your phone and you hand it over to him. He takes countless pictures of you, like a professional photographer.

“Hey, you are amazing, Jungkook. And I know that just saying that isn’t gonna wipe away any self-doubt. But you are amazing, know that.” You tell him as you stroll towards a giant carousel. “I still cannot believe we became friends through the internet, it amuses me sometimes.”

He chuckles loudly and places his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah? I think it’s great that we got to know each other, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.” Your body heats up at his sudden action. And his smug expression speaks louder than words, connoting that he knows the effect he has on you.

“Me too.”

If there was a mirror in front of you, you would see your face turn into a red tomato. He leads you to the carousel and you ride with him side by side on horses, earning impolite glances by mothers who had been waiting in line with their children to get a chance too. Jungkook eats churros and cotton candy with you, and you chase each other to the next attraction, grinning ear to ear. It feels like you have known him for years, there is a gut feeling you get when you watch him eating cotton candy.

“Look, it’s snowing!” you tell him on your way home. Tiny flakes of pristine and white snow sprinkled on the streets like confetti in slow motion, making the path appear like a scene from a fairy tale. Jungkook extended his hand to feel the slivers of snow on his gloved hand. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.”

Your head shoots to the side, catching him smile warmly. He turns in your direction and you stop walking. He leans into you, his body emanating heat on this cold night. In the shadows of his face so close to yours, you can smell the sweet scent of candy on his breath. You lean further into him, and he presses his soft, velvety lips on you, making your breath hitch-hike. With your eyes closed, you mould your slightly chapped lips into his and your mind drifts into an epiphany – you want his lips more than just for now, you want his gentle hands, that has taken your waist as his prisoner, today, and tomorrow, and after that.

Everything was happening so fast. When you had made plans with Jungkook you couldn’t possibly even think that you’ll end up kissing him that night.

Being so lost in him, you don’t even realise when he pulls away, quicker than you had anticipated. He looks at you, reading your expression and once he is satisfied with your unspoken consent – a small pout forms on your face on his actions, he leans back in. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as his lips touched yours, making flowers blossom in your belly. He slides his tongue in your mouth, making dips against your edges, instigating a faint moan from you. His grip tightens on your waist on hearing your weak whimpers. Self-control knocks on his senses before he ends up doing something he would regret and pulls away, leaving a subtle bite on your bottom lip.

You both look flustered. He clears his throat. “Here, take this it’s freezing.” He hands you his scarf out of nowhere, surprising you. His cheeks tint into a darker shade of pink as he settles his scarf on your neck, kissing you on the cheek when he is finished.

Once you reach your apartment building, you feel like you cannot hold it anymore. “Stay,” you blurt out.

“As much I would love to, I can’t,” he admits gently. “I have to leave early tomorrow.”

“No. I mean stay here, in Seoul.” You hold your breath before the next words come out loud and clear. “I like you.”

When you said those three words, ringing bells in Jungkook’s ears, it made him glance up at you at a speed people would say is inhuman – his doe eyes wide open. He stands frozen, not being able to grasp your words. Did she really say that? He has been wanting you to say this forever, and now the time has come, the forever has disembarked upon him.

“Say something,” you push. “I feel like a fool right now, with you being completely quiet. It’s okay if you don’t fee-”

“Uh- I like you too.” Soft violin starts playing your head, Shakespeare starts reciting a romantic play, your surrounding starts spinning and it feels like roses might start blooming amidst the snowfall. Tiny fairies might fly in your way and dart their wands at you, releasing an infinite expanse of glitters and sparkles, turning you into a Disney princess.

He kisses you one last time and tells you that he will return soon once some family issue is resolved back at his hometown and parts his way, leaving you dazed.

⤚ ✵ ⤙

With your heart pounding against your chest and a broad smile adorning your small face, you swing the trash bag on your shoulder and unlock the front door. Wendy isn’t home again; she has been staying out a lot lately. You just want things to go back to normal with her but right now all you can ponder about is a doe-eyed boy. Things are starting to improve and you couldn’t be happier.

Your phone dings and you check the notification hoping it’s him. It’s an email by an ominous sender.

Dear ____,

I hope you are relishing your evening, so am I. I extremely delighted to tell you that my fantasies are coming into life. However, there are still many barriers getting in my way and I would like to get rid of them. Now, I want you to help me get rid of it, of them. And do not think you can get away with ghosting me. I expect a reply on your behalf, and there will be dire consequences if you do not. Have a marvellous evening, Buttercup.

Yours,

Edgar Allen Poe.

You send a quick reply to their email with a “what the hell do you want from me???” and lock your phone and leave it at the kitchen counter, mood completely spoiled. The garbage bag disposal comes first anyway.

When you are on your way downstairs to throw trash, you hear footsteps. It’s not unusual on a normal day. A lot of other people live in this building – people who prefer taking stairs rather than the elevator. But the current circumstances have led you to think of the worst situations. You can’t blame yourself when there is a stalker on loose, aiming for your neck.

There’s an eerie feeling around you, and you feel like bolting back home. But it could all just be in your head, right? You take a step forward, and another, and another when you hear the sound again – heavy footsteps nearing you with a speed unmatched by your calculations.

You freeze in your spot, heart thumping loudly. You feel scared and internally face-palm yourself for being unarmed. At least a pepper spray could have done the trick of fending away unwanted intruders. You feel a chill run down your spine when you realise the footsteps has almost reached your floor, sweat forming on your forehead even on a chilly night like today.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

You brace yourself, ready to scream if the occasion calls for it as it’s too late to run. Their head comes into view – so it’s a he? And then his shoulders and then his face when he turns to your floor. His face is awfully familiar, and he has a wicked expression on his face when he acknowledges you.

“Jungkook?” you screech, astounded to see him mere feet away from. He looks just as surprised as you are. “What are you doing here?”

“I- Uh-” he shrugs. “I couldn’t really stay away from you.”

Your heart softens on hearing the words come out of his mouth. Pointing your index finger at him, you nudge it to invite him over, “come here.”

He climbs over and kisses you passionately, with your arms all over each other. “Gosh, you are so addictive.” He whispers against your lips, making you smile.

“Oh yes, I am like a drug. Heroin, if you will.” He pulls away, his lips quivering with satisfaction and his eyes clouded with lust.

“Wanna come over?” you wave in the direction of your apartment. He is about to answer when you hear the elevator’s door swing open and fits of giggle resonate on the floor. Jungkook looks at you in confusion.

“That must be my roommate, Wendy. She’s probably drunk.”

“Oh,” he says disappointedly. “I’ll come over some other time.”

“No, no, it’s okay you can come now. We can have pomegranate tea.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer some other time, but it’s really late. Take care of your roommate, she must be plastered.” He says as you hear more giggling followed by a thumping sound, indicating she fell down.

With one last kiss, you part your ways, leaving an unsettled Jungkook on the stairway. You rush upstairs and see Wendy sprawled on the floor, singing something. She makes an incoherent sound when she sees you. You pick her up by her shoulder and unlock the door. She drools all over you while humming and hiccupping.

“What’s gotten into you, Wen? When did you start drinking so much?” you say to yourself, knowing that she will not understand you in her current state.

But to your surprise, she responds. “H-hobi dumped mee.” You freeze in your spot. Your eyes to shoot to her and catch her looking at you sadly.

“I’m so sorry, Wen,” you sit beside her on the couch and hug her tight after she has sobered up a little, just enough to form words that makes sense. “What happened?”

“He knowzz,” she starts sobbing. “He knowzz about eeveeerything. He found out!”

“Sweetie, I don’t understand.” She looks at you dumbfounded, and her gaze drops.

“Af course, you don’t.” she huffs. “I don’t want to talk about it!” She stirs the glass of lemon water, the only sound resonating in the room. “Ho- how was your daate?”

“How did you kn-”

“Jisoo-ah.” She hiccups.

“Oh.” You swallow. “Nothing much, we went to an amusement park, rode on some rides, ate junk food and called it a day.” You decide not to tell her about the other detailed parts of the evening, not wanting to rub it in her face after her breakup. “We clicked some pics. Apparently, he’s not into taking his own pics.”

“Show,” she shifts for your phone. “Pics. I want see.”

“Here,” you swipe the pictures for her. She tries to concentrate on them despite sleep trying to fight its way into her system, making her eyes droop slightly. You stop swiping at one of the pictures when you see that it caught a little hazy sight of Jungkook. It’s clear enough to see his face. You zoom in, “this is him.”

“Huh?” she bats her eyes ferociously to stay awake. “Thighhhhlaaand.”

“Thailand?” you furrow your brows in confusion. “He’s Korean.”

“No! Thaeyyyylaaand!”

“Alright, you clearly need some rest.” You unlock the phone and pick her up.

“You, you never *hiccup* listen to myee.” Despite her protests, you lay her on her bed after changing her into something comfortable. Switching her room’s light off, you come to yours – plopping on the bed with droopy eyes, feeling extremely tired.

After what feels like hours you hear the doorbell ring. Picking up your phone, you check the time and see that it has only been half an hour since you retired. Who could it possibly on the other side of the door? Hoseok? Jungkook?

You open the door after seeing nobody outside through the eyehole.

Spotting a package sitting by your front door, you clench your fist and you walk inside after closing the door shut. Your blood is boiling at this point seeing there is not a single person present in the corridor and knowing exactly who the package is sent by. You are shaken by the audacity of this person, to have a freaking parcel delivered to your doorstep when you are in no mood to take them lightly.

“Fucking hell,” You place your belongings on the kitchen counter and rip open the package after entering inside and locking the door securely. A sharp stench surrounds the room making you feel like vomiting. You start coughing while taking a peek inside. What looks like a rotting dead rat welcomes you, making you lose your composure and scream. The box quickly falls out of your hand along with a note which says :

♡

Dear ____,

I do not want to sound aggressive. No, not at all. But I want to make one thing clear. YOU ARE MINE, ONLY MINE. AND NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE YOU. IF YOU EVER DARE TO WHORE AROUND WITH OTHERS, GOD FORBID, A FUCKING WOMAN, THERE WILL BE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.

Mark my words, Buttercup. Today I must present you with a light punishment and let you know the consequences of going against me, but tomorrow might become serious if you do not take me seriously.

Do you think somebody else can save you from me? No, you are wrong about that. Only I know you the best in this world. And only I can save you. Remember that. Now, enjoy your present.

Yours,

Edgar Allen Poe.

♡

[redsnacky]

Once upon a time

“Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.” — Ismail Haniyeh

by Mcptato on DevianArt

Long ago in a kingdom far far away, there lived a family of witches hidden in an underground city named Mumpsimus. It was protected by an enchanted forest, a labyrinth of caves, and tortuous traps for any creature that would dare to break the land. The citizens lived in a strict Black and White world. Were muted colors were barely allowed and talents were forbidden. This family had a broken past and fled to too many stars beyond the horizon.

There was the mother and the two daughters, the father was far away but helped the family from time to time. Mother with her interchangeable golden ruby to silver grey locks, the oldest daughter living within a shadow, and the youngest with still so much to learn. The oldest had once a wondrous mind and youthful eyes that the Mother adored yet feared for her naiveness to become captured by the evilness within the city. For her own good, Mother cast a spell on her oldest to camouflage her colors and kept them sealed in a locked box, so that no one would dare to use it. As the years went by, Mother became overly protected and obsessed with the true power of her oldest gift. From chains to scars, from screams to torment, Mother had become the evilness she so despised and the oldest had turned into a skinny shadow. So weak and grey floating through the streets.

One day, the youngest had fallen ill and Mother couldn’t leave her side. The oldest escaped from the Mother’s clutches and ventured into the city, “At least, for a moment”, she whispered. As she wandered into the lines that blurred the traps underneath, she noticed a moving color hiding within the cracked corner of an old ruin. The oldest hadn’t seen anything like it but felt pulled into the mysterious path of awe and fear. Her steps changed into a flowing melody, so eerily familiar that could break a branch off the strongest tree. This melody grew as she came closer and noticed a hidden door unlocked, waiting for her touch to open. The moving color was waiting for the oldest on the grayish doorknob and squealed as she approached with such vigor. After opening the door, she felt the shadow melt within the cracks.

Her Mother’s voice had disappeared from her mind and her eyes broke into tears, the wonder had returned into the light that only she had been able to see.

[artatheartist]

Every once in a while, I like to pull an older piece from my archives and I think it's time to revisit this zodiac series. • It's fun to re-imagine your previous work and see how far you’ve developed as an artist. • Not everything needs to be re-done however. Some things stay in the past, while others need new life breathed into them. Let's see where this goes... {and yes, after using toned paper, I don't think I can ever go back to coloring on plain white paper again. There's just no comparison 😅} • • • #artatheartist #art #drawing #sketch #zodiac #zodiacart #astrology #astrologyart #witchyart #digitalart #traditionalart #coloredpencils #skull #skullart #zodiacskull #virgo #virgoskull #beautifulbizarre #fantasy #fantasyart #arteza #prismacolor #castlearts #devianart #wacom #clipstudiopaint #illustration https://www.instagram.com/p/CO0iqUYLJy1/?igshid=1t7ch5x04ccc0

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This Is What Makes The 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS LS6 A Beast Of A Drag Racer

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This Is What Makes The 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS LS6 A Beast Of A Drag Racer

Many owners of the Chevy Chevelle idolize it. Numerous other people look at the 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle DURE 454 as the leading muscle vehicle manufactured that year. Two trims from the car were provided by Chevy that could be optioned with a 454 cu inch V8 engine. The LS5 produced 360 horsepower and the LS6 smashed 450 horsepower. That kind associated with power earned the Chevelle SS LS6 the moniker “King of the Roads. ”

The more dominating LS6 featured a Holley four-barrel carburetor and put the Chevy Chevelle DURE LS6 on the map. Some believe that considering its power and the period when it was built, that it's probably the most commanding muscle car ever produced. Let's dig to the details of this wildly powerful muscles car and see what ultimately can make it a landmark in history.

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The SS LS6 Chevelle showcased one of the most powerful engines at the time. Along with 450 horsepower and 500lbs torque capacity, it was a beast in the 1972s. The power output was catalyzed with a 4. 25 by 4. 0-inch bore and stroke alongside large port cylinder heads and a durable camshaft. The aluminum pistons plus bolt mains further improved strength and contributed to its superb performing capability. All these features mixed gave rise to the robust result showcased in the Chevelle. Similar specifications are still fairly acceptable to date, which must have been exemplary at the time.

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The Chevelle wore an unique exterior with a sleek style. The general concept was a remodeled edition of the older Chevelle that showcased a newer bulging fender that provided it a more beastly look. The front grille was also a new addition from older versions of Chevelles that raised the 1970 LS6 variant's sports activities design. Other notable features incorporated an upgrade to dual bumpers, modified headlights, and a rubber mat between the tail lights with the car's signature SS logo.

A lot of thought was put into creating this whip, which showcased an unique exterior that complemented its magnificent performance on the track. It was made with a predominantly black interior along with optional comfortable bucket type seats with a center console. A stunning DURE dashboard and emblazoned steering wheel had been included in the vehicle" interior. The styles were simple but carefully created to last and still turn heads once the Chevelle sped past. It was the careful balance between what a normal race pedigree car would appear like and a timeless, classy vehicle to match all needs.

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The Chevelle was a treasured car then but still is now. It is a rare find plus would take more than a few hours or, with possibly, a few days on the online marketplace to find a good one. It nevertheless retains excellent market value and can bring in high bids online. Car enthusiasts treasure unique finds and the Chevelle is no exception. Its reputation through way back as King of the Roads is its most significant selling point designed for lovers of speed and pull race enthusiasts. As a result, it is a hard to find car to come across, as their owners keep them dear to their hearts because proper collector's items with excellent value and a good performance status.

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The Chevelle SS LS6 is quite deserving of the title as King from the Streets . Loosely translated, this particular defines a performing car that will shines in the face of competitors. The same will also apply to the base Chevelle, which rose in order to recognition due to its aggressive performance in the tracks, making its way to CNN's rating as one of the top 10 muscle cars from the time. Its engine contributes considerably to all the glory as does the steering factor that supports all of its abilities.

The particular powerful engine, which some want to highlight that its V8 standards was not universally accepted to meet appropriate V8 standards, still propelled this to great functionality, with amazing acceleration that made it an animal of a drag racer. It would move from 0 to 60 within slightly over 6 seconds, very mind-blowing, and sent shockwaves with the racing world.

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