#wait let me google this one sec

[lucystarclub]

I’m on Henri’s 15th day, someone help me out I’m scared I’m going to miss this silly boyyy, I grew fond of him messing around with me 😞

[ectonurites]

dying rn i have a graphic for work i need to finish because we're trying to make an announcement tomorrow. but we are still missing two of the necessary headshots. so i like have this thing 95% done but. can't finish it until these ppl's agents get back to us 😭

[featherandferns]

daylight - six

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 6 of the daylight series | read part 5 here

content warnings: sexual content (m receiving)

word count: 2.8k.

blurb: seemingly not put-off from your last encounter, JJ comes by your house and studies your photographs. There's one within the mix that makes something click in JJ's head.

“Mimsy, it was humiliating,” you groan through the camera. 

She cringes. “I mean…yeah, that is pretty rough.”

“Ah!” you cry, tossing your head into your hands. 

“What was up? Were you not turned on?”

“Of course I was!” you argue, offended at the insulation that JJ wasn’t sex walking. “I just got all in my head, and the dark and Tyler and–”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Mimsy interrupts. You brave a glance at her on the facetime call. “You were thinking of Tyler whilst hot-mechanic-man was going down on you?”

“Well, we never got that far,” you mumble. 

Mimsy silences you with a look. “Why were you thinking of Tyler?”

You sigh and shake your head. Once more, your eyes dart down to the shoebox. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I just felt like I was back in that room with him all over again in December. The confusion and the–”

“Are you sure Tyler never assaulted you?” Mimsy checks. Despite her careless questioning, you know it comes from a place of concern. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you say. “I mean, his emphasis on consent was honestly one of his finer features. One time I nodded and he went ‘no, no, you gotta use your words’.”

“Condescending prickhole,” Mimsy mutters bitterly. 

Eyebrows raised, mildly alarmed, you say, “well, yes, he was, but he was an consent advocate.”

“Gee, someone give him a gold medal. The bar really is on the fucking floor.”

You click your fingers. Mimsy could get lost in her anti-Tyler spiel easily. “Can we stay on task, please? What the hell is wrong with my body!?”

“Alright, one sec,” Mimsy says. You watch as she types away on her laptop, halfway in shot. “Okay, Google, what have you got?”

Waiting anxiously as Mimsy puruses the web, she makes a ‘eureka’ type sound. 

“Well if it makes you feel any better, apparently around seventeen percent of women aged eighteen to fifty experience vaginal dryness problems during sex. So you’re not a freak - yay!”

“Thank you for that,” you grumble. “What else does it say? Does it say why it happens?”

“Not being turned on enough is the leading cause. Insufficient foreplay type things,” Mimsy reads. 

You shake your head, fingers pressed to your lips in thought. “No, I was definitely turned it on. It was only when he was no longer kissing me and stuff…”

“Is that when the Tyler thoughts started?” Mimsy wonders. 

You nod. 

“Alright, well, other reasons are psychological. Stress, anxiety, that kind of thing. You think that might be it?”

“Maybe,” you muse. Before you can try to expand your thoughts, Mimsy’s phone chimes. She momentarily disappears as she reads the text, and you watch as she gets up in a rush. “You good?”

“Darren hit me up. He said he’ll be here in five.”

“Wait, Darren?” you gape. “Since when were you hooking up with Darren?”

“Like a week ago, at this beach get-together. He’s gotten cuter, y’know? Works out and stuff now,” she grins cheeky at the camera, licking her teeth.

It's times like these that you realise how much your lives are already changing without the other knowing. Most of the time it's easy to ignore, but every now and then the FOMO is relentless and jealousy tries to rear its ugly head. 

“Right, I gotta dash. I need to check I’m nice and clean shaven.”

“T.M.I. Mimsy. We need some boundaries."

“Yeah, you’re right,” Mimsy says before deadpanning: “have fun navigating your dry vagina.”

“Fair point,” you mumble. With that, Mimsy disappears from your screen.

You mindlessly meddle on Instagram, editing your latest post - a picture of the Pogues you took a few weeks ago - and scrolling through the feed. A text notification appears. It’s JJ.

Let me in. 

Frowning, you reply. 

Hello?? 

I’m outside lol. Let me in. 

Frown deepening, you ditch your phone and rush down the stairs. Sure enough, when you open the door, JJ’s there. He’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and those same damned combat boots. No cap, messy tendrils of hair sticking out any which way. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I was bored.”

“Oh,” you reply. JJ had never come into your house before. Always picked you up or dropped you off outside. “Well, come in, I guess.”

JJ gladly does so. Wanders through the doorway, hands in his pockets. 

“What you been up to today?” you wonder. 

“Went to Heyward’s with Pope to earn a couple bucks,” JJ says as he eyes up the decor. Most things are unpacked now, having been in Kildare for almost two months. Faux family photos line the mantle of the fire which doesn’t work. JJ peruses them. “You were a cute kid.”

“Thanks,” you say. “You want a drink or something?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, pulling out his flask. You roll your eyes as he takes a swig of what you assume is whiskey. “Where your parents at?”

“Trying to rekindle their romance on a weekend trip to my uncle’s place,” you say. “I was just gonna edit the last lot of photos I took at Kook Club.”

“They any good?” he asks. 

The two of you had worked the latest Gala dinner. It had been to “raise money” for the already pristine, state-of-the-art tennis courts. Whilst they were charging guests a thousand dollars per ticket, you and JJ left with less than a hundred bucks for ten hours worth of work. 

“They’re alright. Rafe and his posse are in the back of a bunch, sneaking drinks, so I need to edit that crap out,” you huff. You start up the stairs and JJ follows. Opening the door, you guide JJ into your bedroom. 

“Ta da,” you say. “My humble abode.”

“Cute bear,” JJ teases, pointedly looking at your well-cuddled stuffie.

You rush to grab him, hiding him under the pillow and nervously laughing when you turn back to him. 

His eyes gravitate to your pinboard of pictures. A collection of your favourites. Friends mostly, with about two of your parents. Lots of Vancouver. The Pogues. JJ. Things you took whilst people-watching. Most of the photos are pictures of the neighbourhood and town. Beaches and trees and people going about their days. Boats bobbing on water and fisherman dragging up crab-cages. Children biking down the street and old couples sat on their porches like something from a Suburbia advert in the fifties. There’s an intrigued slant to his brow as he takes in the world you see. 

Then, JJ plucks one from the masses and holds it with care, something seemingly unnatural for someone so energetic. You can’t help but study him as he studies your picture. It’s one you took almost two weeks ago, of a man that you saw smoking a cigarette outside of a dive bar. There was something about him that seemed so tired and worn, like he’d wasted his happiness on something unforgiving. JJ’s smile fades. There’s an urge to ask him if he's okay, though you’re not sure why. 

He returns it to the board and deliberates over some more. You try and think of something to say but come up with nothing. 

“These are really good,” JJ absent-mindedly tells you, eyes trained on the pictures. 

“Thanks.”

JJ smiles at the one you took of him. It’s a strange smile: like he’s surprised by his own candidness. Then he physically freezes. You follow his trained vision to a picture hidden under layers. Oh no. 

“Is that…”

JJ takes it from the board, careful not to disturb the others, and stares at it for a painful length of time. All you can do is fidget nervously, eyes wide, and watch him piece together the picture. Frowning, he holds it up to you as he turns. 

“When did you take this?”

“Um…”

It’s of him, laughing from afar, standing before a sunsetting sky, the sea in the distance. You try to grab it off him but his reflexes are too fast. JJ holds it above his head, out of your reach. 

“Just one time at the beach.”

“Nuh-uh,” JJ says, a grin starting to unfurl. “You’re lying. When’d you take this? I don’t remember you taking this.”

“Just a dumb candid I got at this kegger one time. It was ages ago,” you hurriedly say. 

And all the puzzle pieces click in JJ’s mind. The grin comes through in full effect and he points a finger in your face. Your stomach sinks through the floor. 

“It was you!”

“W-what?” you stammer.

“You were the peeping Tom at Chloe’s kegger! I knew I didn’t fucking imagine it!” JJ announces. 

No, no, bad, bad, bad. 

“Holy shit! I’ve been trying to figure out who it was and it was you the whole time!”

“Don’t be a dick, okay? I just like people-watching. Clearly!” you defend, gesturing to the pictures. 

“I’m not being a dick,” JJ says, enthusiasm dwindling. He lowers the photo and looks at it again. A smile returns, sweeter this time. “It’s a really good photo.”

“Course you’d say that,” you snort, taking it back. “You’re in love with yourself.”

“Damn straight,” he gloats. He watches you place the photo in your bedside drawer. “Putting that in your wank bank for later, then?”

“Careful,” you snarl, shooting him a glare. He cackles.

ADHD brain in full swing, JJ takes to investigating your cameras. “You ever take photos of yourself?”

“No.”

“Ever had people take them for you?”

“Look, some people photograph well,” you say, gesturing to JJ, “and some people don’t.”

JJ quirks a brow. “Are you saying you’re not photogenic?”

You make a face of ‘well, duh’ and JJ laughs incredulously.

“Oh, bullshit. You’re smoking! You’d take a great picture.”

“Well, history proves otherwise,” you laugh, flopping onto your bed. 

JJ looks back to the cameras. At his extended quiet, you gain the sense that he’s plotting something. Concocting. “What?”

“Just thinkin’,” he hums. He grabs your Polaroid camera, turning to you. “This charged?”

“It’s battery powered, JJ,” you say. “So, yes.”

“Got paper in it?”

“That little dial on the right will say.”

JJ checks and a grin reappears. “Lie down.”

“Excuse me?”

“Humour me,” JJ says, “lie down.”

Rolling your eyes, you comply, lying down like a corpse. “Happy?”

“No, fucking…” JJ poorly  imitates a sensual pose. You giggle. “Give it some effort.”

Sighing, as if it’s some great effort, you do as he asks. JJ grins and lifts the camera. With that, you crack up and raise a hand, trying to push the lens away. He snaps a photo before you can. 

“JJ!”

“Come on, come on! Pose it up, girl,” he urges. 

Aware that he won’t quit, you sit up and smile reluctantly with a lopsided head tilt. JJ takes another photo. 

“Okay, gimme something sexy.”

“Sexy?” you guffaw. 

“Yeah! Something for my wank bank.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter. You tug your shirt off before you can overthink it and lean back on your arms, dressed in pyjama shorts and bralette. JJ’s grin takes up half his face. “Happy?”

“That’s it baby, work it…”

At his compliments and praises, you entertain him further. Your confidence blossoms under the lens and you start to understand why people like being photographed. It makes you feel important. Beautiful, like you’re something worthy to be captured. You find yourself grabbing at your tit with one hand, staring doe-eyed into the lens. Another photo has you teasing at showing your nipple, pulling down the lip of your bra.

As JJ continues to snap away, you see his dick getting harder and harder under his shorts. When the camera runs out of film, JJ dumps it on your desk and he practically pounces on you. Consumes you with a heady kiss, a hand reaching up to your jaw, tilting your head to deepen it. You’re obsessed with the way JJ kisses. It’s so forward, unapologetic and proud. Tender and telling, dominating and delicate.

When his hands palm at your crotch over your clothes, your heart sinks. Using all the strength you have, you grab his shoulders and force him down onto his back, on your bed. An impressed, bewildered smile lights up his face. It’s quickly overshadowed with lust.

Now straddling his chest, JJ pulls you back down with both hands, bringing your lips to his. You both grin into the messy kiss. 

“Don’t think I forgot what you said during hot seat,” JJ mumbles out through the kiss. You don’t bother to answer. Start making work of his throat, empowered by the new position. “About your favourite position.”

Your only response is to rut back against his hard-on. JJ stammers out a groan which seems to quiet him. You push his shirt up just as he did yours the other night, and take to praising his toned chest. Lightly trace your tongue over his nipples. Who would have thought JJ was a switch? Not you. 

“Please, baby, fuck,” JJ stammers. 

“You want my mouth?” you tease, rubbing him through his shorts. 

“God, yes, yes,” he begs, eyes closed tight with pleasure. 

You drag it out. Leisurely free him from his shorts and boxers. Take long, slow kisses right up from his calves, guiding your trial with your nails. When you finally take his leaking tip in your mouth, JJ grabs at the sheets with a moan. You go down on him, varying between fast and slow, deep and shallow. Suckle at the tip just to hear the sounds he makes, sat up on his forearms to watch. 

“Takin’ me so well,” JJ groans. One of his hands fists into your hair. “Fuck…That’s it.”

You hum around his dick, grabbing at the flesh of his thigh for purchase as you work him closer and closer to the edge. He pulls you off him before he comes, spilling onto his chest with a shuddering groan. You sit back on your haunches, wiping at your mouth, as JJ sits up. You grab the box of tissues from beside your bed and offer them to him. He’s almost blushing as he takes them, cleaning himself up. 

“Christ, you Vancouver girls are built different, huh?” he says. 

You laugh, flustered. “Well, I can’t speak for all of us.”

“Don’t need you to,” JJ smirks, reaching out for you by your hip bone. “I got the perfect one right here.”

He easily pulls you into his lap with one arm. Dumbs your thoughts with a kiss, tongue swirling deliciously in your mouth. But when one of his hands ventures lower, you pull away with a small smile. He tries to chase your mouth with his but you place a hand to the apex of his neck, keeping him at bay. He frowns.

Tracing the pad of your thumb under one of his eyes, you quietly say, “maybe another night.”

JJ’s reaction mirrors that of a child being told they can’t have a candy bar. “Wait, seriously?”

“I’m tired,” you lie with a laugh. Pecking his lips, you smile. “Worn me out.”

“Barely fucking touched you,” JJ grumbles, disgruntled. You move off him and grab the mess of tissues, filtering them into your bedroom bin. You can feel JJ watching you as you gather the polaroid photos from the floor. “Is this about the other night?”

Your lack of reply is reply enough. 

“That was probably a fluke! I read somewhere that dehydration can cause it,” JJ tells you. You make your way back over with a small smile. JJ reaches out a hand and grabs you by your hip. He leans forward and places a kiss to your stomach through your t-shirt. Looks up at you, innocent through his lashes. “Just let me at you and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“As romantic as that is,” you sardonically say, looping your fingers through his hair and gently easing him away, “I just wanna go to sleep. You staying over?”

“Is that cool with you?” JJ checks. 

“Mhm,” you say. “I’m gonna go wash up, yeah?”

“Alright,” JJ replies, already tugging off his shirt. 

When you’re finished in the bathroom you find JJ under your sheets, scrolling on his phone. You settle in beside him. Your bed is just slightly bigger than a twin. It gives you a good excuse to cuddle up against him. Sighing, JJ clicks off his phone and lays back. 

“You wanna get the light?” he wonders, absentmindedly stroking your shoulder.

“No,” you mumble against his sturdy frame. “I sleep with it on.”

“Oh. Alright.”

JJ coils an arm around your midsection, bending to your form like ivy wills to a building. And how strange is it to think, that as you and JJ fall asleep tangled up with each other, that a box of your ex-boyfriend's things lies under the bed.

read part seven here!

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[cierraonline]

not gonna lie sometimes i get pissed when i find books like yours and they’re not done cause then i have to wait for the individual chapters instead of binge reading all at once. that being said don’t stop writing i love your work.

at first I thought I was in trouble. plus wheres the emotion and anticipation when you binge read.

No Honey Without Peaches 

chapter two: no honey without peaches 

Masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter 

Three years later

VANITY FAIR INTERVIEW

SALT LAKE, UTHAH

OCTOBER 18 2017

What is your name?

"My name is Storm Siren," the white-haired girl smiled at the camera, revealing her perfectly imperfect pearly whites. She subtly licked her teeth, ensuring there was no trace of her crimson-red lipstick left behind. "It is October 18, 2017."

How old are you?

"I’m thirteen, but almost fourteen. Fun fact—my birthday is on Halloween."

How many Instagram followers do you have?

"Oof," Storm gave the camera a nervous laugh. "Actually, I don’t have social media. I think it's too consuming and makes people compare themselves to strangers. I’d rather not fall victim to that."

How many Google results for 'Storm Siren'?

"2.3 million," she said, glancing at her name on the search engine. "Well, that’s kind of scary."

Most liked photo on Instagram?

"Can I call a friend?" Storm laughed, genuinely clueless since she doesn’t have an account. With a nod from the producers, Storm’s best friend stepped into the frame. "This is my best friend in the whole entire world, Honey…but you might know her as Billie Eilish," Storm introduced her with a smile.

"Her most liked photo is this black-and-white one from the Lovely video shoot behind the scene," Billie said, flipping her phone to show the camera the image.

Who’s the most followed person who follows you?

"If she had Instagram, it would be Chloë Grace Moretz, who actually asked for it, but I had to text her that Storm doesn’t have one," Billie answered, as Storm wrapped her arms around her waist. Billie leaned back, chuckling. "Peaches, you need to get Instagram already."

"I don’t want one," Storm pouted, shaking her head.

"Watch—by next year, she’ll have one," Billie laughed, making her way off-camera.

Who is a famous person in your phone?

"To me, it’s Anna Clyne, an English composer," Storm said, trying to contain her admiration. "But I guess, by pop culture standards, it’d be Khalid. By the way, Khalid, if you’re watching this—you still owe me a pack of sour Skittles."

What’s the largest audience you’ve performed in front of?

"I’d say at The Crocodile in Seattle, about 500 people. It was terrifying—I have terrible stage fright and usually have a complete breakdown before performing. Honestly, I don’t know what I’ll do if this music thing goes further."

How often do you get recognized in public?

"Quite a bit, but it depends on the music scene," Storm paused to think. "For my work with Billie and Finneas, probably once or twice a week, and for composing, maybe three times a week by classical musicians."

What advice would you give yourself a year from now?

"Don’t let something that happened when you were five stop you from living your dream."

Which artist inspires you the most?

"My Peaches, obviously," Storm laughed. "She’s a total bad a-word, even if she doesn’t see the spark in her own voice. I sometimes wish I were more like her, even if she thinks I’m better off. After her, it’d be Tyler, The Creator—his artistry is wild and so creative."

Have you met Tyler?

"Ugh, don’t even ask," Storm pouted, rolling her eyes. "One of my friends who’s currently working with him tried to set it up, but I fell asleep from rehearsal exhaustion. Tyler, I’m sorry!"

Biggest thing to happen in your career?

"Honestly, nothing yet," Storm shrugged. "And that’s okay. I know it’s because I’m not the face of the brand—it’s Billie’s time to shine, and I love watching people see her in the same light as I do. My time will come one day."

How often do you talk to your family?

"Pretty much every second of the day," Storm smiled. "I don’t have that many friends, so my family is my rock. Especially my mom, who’s currently non-verbal; talking to her fills me up with joy, even if she can’t respond."

What’s your favorite movie?

"Easy, Dirty Dancing."

Why is your hair white?

"Yes! I was waiting for you guys to ask so people would stop wondering," Storm straightened up in her seat. "I was born with a mutation that gives me no pigment in my hair, so it’s naturally white. And no, it’s not a wig—I promise. And my white eyes are just contacts...I like the look."

Do you feel pressured?

"No," Storm answered truthfully. "Everything is actually pretty calm right now. It’s nice—a comfortable pace."

Do you have a boyfriend?

"Nope," Storm shook her head. "It’s not my focus right now. But if I’m honest… I think it might not even be a boy—it could be a girl. I don’t have feelings for anyone, so I’ll just see what happens."

What’s your biggest regret?

"My biggest regret was being ashamed of loving classical music and the West Hollywood aesthetic since they’re not popular with my peers. Before I found my small group, kids would tell me I was trying to be 'white' or that I was 'whitewashing' myself. One girl even said I shouldn’t praise those things because Black people weren’t included back then and were often disrespected. I feel like, when people hear ‘classical music’ or ‘Hollywood glamour,’ they only picture white faces instead of seeing the beauty of the era itself. Like, Black people were amazing then too, despite the politics. Just look at Sugar Shack paintings or the singers from the Cotton Club—they went through tough times but had such beautiful energy."

What do you hope to take away from your first tour?

"I hope it reminds me I’m special and that everything will fall into place. I’m usually positive, happy person, but lately… I don’t know, it feels like my spark has dimmed. Maybe touring will bring it back."

What’s the biggest thing you’ve learned?

"It’s okay to be… not okay."

Craziest fan moment?

"These girls showed up dressed exactly like me—white hair, white contacts, preppy outfits, and red lips. It was like that Spider-Man meme where everyone’s pointing at each other!"

Who’s your dream person to perform with?

"Oh, easy! I have it all planned. I’d perform with Lana Del Rey, under a starry sky. We’d sing a song I wrote called 'Young and Beautiful,' with this grand orchestra behind us. And the crowd would be totally silent, just experiencing the moment. It’d be… perfect."

Can you sing a little for us?

"Ah!" Storm let out a small squeak, laughing nervously. "Okay… here goes."

Hot summer nights, mid-July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

"That’s all you guys are getting."

Country you’d love to visit?

"I would love to go to Berlin. If you’re a classical or orchestra music lover, then you know the biggest venue for classical music is in Berlin—the Berlin Diana Art Hall. It’s three times bigger than Madison Square Garden! For some people, selling out Madison Square Garden is the ultimate dream. For me, it's selling out the Berlin Diana Art Hall. I only want to go to Berlin if I’m performing a sold-out show. If not, I’d rather wait."

Favorite artist at the moment?

"Melanie Martinez. I love the storytelling in her music."

What’s your favorite color right now?

"Dark crimson red. I’m completely fixated on it, and it’s kind of becoming my signature. When I wear it on my lips, it makes me feel powerful and confident."

How do you define your style in three words?

"Beauty… is… death," Storm laughed.

How do you feel about the music industry?

"I’m a little scared of it. Someone once told me the industry preys on the young and talented until they’re dried up and hate what they used to love," Storm shrugged. "I just don’t want that to happen to me. I can’t picture a world where I hate creating music."

What’s your philosophy?

"Stop fearing the unknown and let it drive while you sit in the passenger seat."

What’s the best approach to songwriting?

"Let yourself feel everything. Go through the five senses around a topic, and write it all down."

What do you want to say to yourself in a year?

"Do everything you dreamed of, shawty. Who cares about fitting in? You weren’t born to fit in." 

With that, the questions were over, and Billie dashed back on camera, wrapping her arms around Storm from behind and resting her chin on her friend’s shoulder.

"And older Billie and Storm better still be best friends forever, or I swear, I’ll build a time machine, go to the future, and beat their asses!" Billie said, pointing at the camera.

"What she said… but maybe less violent," Storm smiled. "Like a stern talking-to over fruit snacks… or maybe plant-based chicken nuggets."

"Nope, we’re sticking with ass-kicking," Billie laughed, shaking her head. "Because there’s no Honey without Peaches. We’re best friends forever and ever."

"I see you, Honey," Storm said, reaching up to gently pat Billie’s head.

"I see you, Peaches," Billie replied, holding her even tighter.

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[itzmaztercom]

TOKIO HOTEL FanFiction

By : Itzmaztercom (me)

PS : not romance,not fluff or smut,just the boys,and kinda random cause i'm bored...i wanted to make something from ONLY romance fc :c I won't give more information, read ,ngl it my sec fanfic and i really read so bear with how i write,Please give any advice so I can improve :3

~•°TOKIO HOTEL

FIRST CONCERT°•~

The boys were still in the hotel,Tom, Georg and Gustav were in the hallway waiting for Bill inside his guest room, Tom was starting to get impatient, he took out his little flip phone before opening it to see the time, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the time, he turned to the door,his fist meeting the door to bang on it a multiple time,he raise his voice as he lean against the door

"Bill what are you doing? We're gonna be late if you don't come out NOW." Georg lean against the door to listen what was happening,He heard the sound of Bill's boots getting closer and closer to the door, Bill finally opened the door and looked at the other 3, he was going to speak but Tom grabbed his wrist : "We don't have time to talk about you for another 10 years, come on hurry up, let's get in the car, don't give a damn if you have to redo your hair" The four Germans rushed down the stairs... without missing that one of them almost tripped and started a human Dominoes with the other three mid stairs-

Once in the car they were able to take a minute to catch their breath after this moment of sport, Bill immediately took out his pocket mirror to redo his hair because the one running will ruin his hair with the wind..The four boys were impatient for their first concert together, the concert arena was about fifteen minutes away ,What felt like an eternity for the boys,After these long minutes that felt like hours, the car finally stopped in front of a large stadium. The boys got out one by one in front of the stadium, a little shocked by the size of it,Without asking any questions the boys entered the stadium, there were already a ton of fans who must have been waiting for days...or even weeks, the boys returned to their places, they had each bought VIP seats in the front row to be able to see everything and miss nothing from this experience..They were so impatient, Bill had bought almost all the merch from the stands in front of the stadium...but then he has every right given all the money the group makes

AND THAT ALL...they went to see Britney Spears cuz they secretly (not really) all fans of Britney Spears,they all were screaming like fangirl when Britney Spears appear💅🙄IT WAS RANDOM HELP BUT I THINK WE SHOULD TRY DO SOME OTHERS FC THAT ONLY ROMANCE,btw sorry for my bad english i use Google translate cuz i totally suck,Afterwards, I'll let you imagine the rest of the concert experience because it's funny, maybe I'll change it later and put an end to it but rn I'm too lazy so go with it

[thehereticdiaries]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: You spend time with the Enhypen boys to strengthen the new bond. An eerie phone call sets everyone on edge.

Warnings: Ni-ki is almost hurt (don't worry he's okay), Heeseung is lowkey pervy for a sec, creep phone call, slut-shaming?, google translate

Series Masterlist

You walked through the HYBE building flanked by Ni-ki and Jay, the rest of the boys following close behind. 

“So since your soulmark was physical, how did you find out we’re your soulmates?” Jay asked as half of you stepped into the elevator. The other half of the group waited for the next one.

“At the end of my audition, I went up to shake everyone’s hands. When I touched Ni-ki’s –”

“Riki.” You raised an eyebrow at the maknae. “Ni-ki is my stage name. You’re my soulmate, you get to call me Riki.”

“When I touched Riki’s hand,” you grinned and over exaggerated your correction. “The band on my left pinky started burning, then changed to purple. And I gave Riki colors.” Jay hummed and nodded in understanding. The elevator opened and you filed out to wait in the lobby for everyone else. Once the group was all together, you left the air conditioned building for the warm, sunny sidewalk.

“Should I call a car or do we want to walk?” Jungwon asked as he and the other idols put on face masks. 

“It’s really nice today, plus it’s only, like, fifteen minutes. Let’s walk,” Jake decided. There were no arguments so you trailed behind Riki with Heeseung and Sunghoon talking adamantly to your right. You really only half-listened to their lighthearted debate. You tilted your head as you watched Riki take in all of the new colors the city had to offer. 

You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You inched closer to Riki as the group approached a crosswalk. The pedestrian signal changed to ‘stop’ but Riki continued walking, distracted by a woman in a highlighter green t-shirt. You lunged forward and harshly tugged Riki back seconds before a driver sped by, looking at his phone instead of the road. The two of you stumbled back, nearly losing your balance before Jay caught you. 

“Oh my god, Riki.” You kept your arms wrapped firmly around his middle. He gaped at the fading tail lights of the car, dropping a hand to rest on your forearm.

“Okay, you walk in the middle of us until you get used to seeing color,” Jungwon ordered after you reluctantly pulled away from your youngest soulmate. 

“Can we please get home without walking into oncoming traffic,” Sunghoon sighed and took Riki’s place at the front. The pedestrian signal changed again, and you set off toward the dorms, unaware of the camera pointed at you from across the street.

The rest of the walk was, thankfully, uneventful. You arrived at the same time as the delivery man carrying several bags of take out. Everyone filed into the living room of the dorm. Sunghoon set the food on the coffee table while Jake went to grab plates. You sat in the middle of the couch, the spots next to you quickly snatched by Jake and Heeseung. Everyone else fanned out across the room, sitting in a haphazard circle. 

“Okay, how do we do this?” You asked once you all dug into your lunch. 

“We could play 20 questions,” Jake suggested. You shrugged, not having any better ideas. It wasn’t exactly 20 questions. The boys went around the circle asking you questions that everyone had to answer. They started out as the typical small talk topics: favorite foods, what you went to school for, favorite color, where were you born, do you have siblings, and so on. After almost thirty minutes, the boys got bored of those questions.

“If you had to choose one song to play every time you entered a room, what would it be?” Jake started down the rabbit hole of increasingly strange scenarios. 

“Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 50 duck-sized horses?” Everyone agreed on 50 duck-sized horses (“just kick them!” was the hypothetical plan of attack).

“Were you one of those kids that ate paper or grass?” Yes, obviously. Every kid does that at least once. 

“What do you call a question with no answer?” You had to spend the next ten minutes explaining what a paradigm was to a group of idols.

“Which one would you prefer: have no nose but have really good smelling fingers or be blind but have a really nice smile?” What the fuck are you talking about???

“Are you a virgi–” several pillows smacked Heeseung in the face before he could finish that one. “OW what the hell?!”

“Dude, we just met her like an hour ago! Don’t ask pervy questions,” Jay scolded, prompting the older boy to roll his eyes. “You’re going to make her uncomfortable.”

“I am a virgin,” you answered after considering it for a moment. They were going to find out at some point, might as well have that be now. Seven pairs of eyes snapped over to you. 

“HA!” Heeseung pointed at Jay then slung his arm around your shoulders. “See, she’s fine with it! Now, who–” 

“Nope, you get one,” you interrupted him before he could ask any other embarrassing questions. 

“Anyway,” Jungwon shot Heeseung a pointed look. “How long have you lived in Korea?”

“Almost eight years,” you replied, relieved at the change in topic. 

“Do you know any languages besides English and Korean?” Sunghoon asked, now going out of order from the circle.

“Polish!”

“What? Why Polish?” Jay scrunched his nose at you.

“My dad is Polish. He met my mom when they were on a business trip. She left Korea to live in the US with dad. But when I was 15, they got divorced. Mom and I moved back to Korea to be closer to her family, and dad’s side cut me out, so I don’t get to speak Polish much anymore,” you summed up with a one-shoulder shrug.

“Can you say something in Polish?” Jake requested.

“Cześć, jestem Y/N. Rozmawiam z Enhypenem po polsku. Nie mają pojęcia, co teraz mówię*.” A chorus of impressed “oooo”s bounced around the room. From there, the conversation flowed easily for the rest of the night.

Over the next couple days you were practically inseparable from the boys. In fact, the only time you left their side was to go to your apartment and pack a duffel bag. You went with them to every dance rehearsal and recording session. The HYBE building was much less scary now. The clinginess was, according to Google, very normal for newly bonded soulmates. But today they had a shoot that you were absolutely not allowed to attend, despite protests from the idol group. 

So you sat in their living room, alone, for the first time since your audition. After doomscrolling on TikTok for the majority of the morning, you decided to be at least somewhat productive. You pulled out your laptop and continued your job hunt, just in case you weren’t allowed to work with your soulmates. You've lost count of how many applications you’ve submitted at this point. While in the middle of entering the same information that was in your uploaded resume, your phone buzzed with an unknown number. 

“Hello?” You’ve been picking up every call lately since they could be a potential employer. All you heard on the other side of the call was soft static and breathing. You pulled your phone back to make sure the call was actually connected. After giving the other person a few more seconds to speak up, you moved to end the call.

“Hi, Y/N,” a smooth feminine voice stopped you right as your thumb hovered over the ‘end’ button. “You’re such a pretty young woman, Enhypen are a very lucky group of boys.”

“Who is this?” Your voice was steady despite the growing pool of anxiety twisting in your stomach.

“I wonder if you plan to whore yourself out to Enhypen, just like the other girls bonded to an idol group. TXT... Xikers... P1Harmony... and now Enhypen. What will Engene think of you?” Your blood ran cold.

“Who the hell are you?!” There was a sinister chuckle, then the call cut off. Your heart beat loudly in your ears. Your fingers shook as you moved through your contacts, looking for Minjun. The group wouldn’t have their phones on them so they could focus, but you needed to tell someone. As if he read your mind, a call from Minjun interrupted your frantic searching.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jungwon must have taken the manager’s phone. “Why are you so scared right now?”

“Jungwon, I need to talk to Minjun,” you urged the leader. Turns out Minjun was not a mind-reader, but Jungwon feeling your emotions was a close second.

“But–”

“Please, Jungwon, I’ll fill you in later. I need Minjun first.” You fought to keep your voice steady. You heard him sigh, then some shuffling.

“Miss L/N?” Minjun’s permanently serious tone eased your nerves slightly. 

“Minjun, something weird just happened.” You quickly recounted the call from the strange woman. “What if she’s watching me right now?”

“The dorms are the best place for you right now. Security officers take the safety of their occupants very seriously. However, it is extremely concerning that this woman knows of you as well as TXT and Xikers’ soulmates. I’ll be notifying their managers immediately, and we will coordinate a police report.” You slumped into the back of the couch, reassured by just how efficient Minjun was. You heard a muffled conversation.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Jungwon was back on the line. You sighed heavily.

“I’ll go into more detail once you’re all back, but it looks like someone wants to expose the soulmates of idol groups.” You really didn’t want to explain the whole phone call two more times. 

“Alright,” Jungwon reluctantly agreed. He was pulled away from the call when several people shouted for him. You locked your phone and shut your laptop, deciding it was time for a nap.

*Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm talking to Enhypen in Polish. They have no idea what I'm saying right now.

This is according to google translate pls dont come at me

Btw, this chapter kicked my ASS. I'm kinda struggling to write this one, lads.

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[aurorangen]

After graduation came a break before work started for Renee. It was also Jay and Miracle's wedding! Renee and Vincent travelled all the way to Chestnut Ridge for this special occasion and it was such a joy to see Jay again! Though Vincent felt a bit light-headed upon arriving. He was just tired from the long journey, right? But don't worry he felt a lot better after a nap on the bench.

Transcript:

Renee: Finally we are here! Now where are we meant to meet Jay and Miracle? Vincent: Uhh my head [takes a moment to respond] Didn't he say New Appaloosa? The town centre? Renee: Let me check google maps again. Aha! We are in New Appaloosa.

[Renee continues looking. She zooms out to Oasis Springs, to an area of endless desert…just out of curiosity] Renee: I guess they couldn't update the map as there's no evidence. So this place must be Strangervil-

[Vincent's mind goes blank for a second and suddenly Renee's voice seems so far away. His head sways to one side and his eyes struggle to stay open. He could see Renee but everything looks blurry] Renee: Vince! Are you ok? [she grabs hold of him and they walk towards a bench to sit down]

Vincent: Shit. I just blanked out for a sec. God, I'm so knackered from the flight. Renee: Here have some water. We'll rest for a bit longer, there's time [snuggles close to him] Vincent: [smiles and rests his eyes] What would I do without you Renee?

Jay: [clears throat] Ahem still recognise me? Renee: Jay!?! Ahh Jay, it really is you! Damn, it's been so long! Jay: You're the same as always! I missed you, Renee.

Renee: And Miracle [squeals] Woah you're so beautiful in person! Miracle: Thanks gorgeous! You're exactly how Jay had described! [sees Vincent resting] Oh is Vincent OK? Renee: Yeah he's just tired. Hey Vince look who's arrived.

Vincent: Oh it's Jay and Miracle! Sorry, my head's a bit [he blinks a few times] It's so good to finally meet you two, just call me Vince, any friend of Renee is a friend of mine! And congrats, we can't wait for the big day! Jay: We've been dreaming about it forever, right Mir? And I've heard so much about you Vince.

[The guys continue walking as they get to know more about each other] Vincent: [nudges him] Oh god what did Renee tell you? Hopefully only good things eh? Jay: Well…interesting to say the least [they laugh together]

[takitafulily]

Hi, before I ask a question I just want to say that I love your "Misadventure of the MC's" story. It always lighten up my days (^v^).

And as for the question I want to ask. It was a random question but recently I am playing a Genshin Impact, and I can't help but wondering

if the MC's somehow got a vision, what kind will they get? And what reaction will they make if they each have one?

I can imagen the chaos that they will make 🤭

Aaaaaa my motivation is like a cat one moment it likes me the other it doesn't-

Oof, I'm not a genshin player, I like the character designs but I missed the hype so I just never caught up- so uh gimme a sec- *goes to Google* These are my personal interpretations but feel free to discussing what their visions would be in the comments!

Misadventures of the MCs #B7 (Bonus !!)

WHB!MC - Cryo OB!MC - Hydro TWST!Yuu - Electro MM!MC - Pyro LTD!MC - Dendro

WHB!MC: So, uh, what, am I Elsa now?

LTD!MC: :0 Plant powers! I can decorate the office now with more green babies now!

TWST!Yuu: I've never met a bigger plant parent than LTD!MC...

OB!MC: So, uh, child, would you, perhaps, like to talk about it?-

TWST!Yuu: No, I get to go zap zap and that's it :D

MM!MC: Plant powers are cool and all but can someone explain to me why they thought giving me fire powers was a smart idea??????

OB!MC: Pffft, you think any of this was smart idea? It's a good idea and that's all it needs to be :D

TWST!Yuu: Hey OB!MC?

OB!MC: Mhm?

TWST!Yuu: What if we combine our powers? :D

WHB!MC: Oh no.

TWST!Yuu: I'm boreddddddddd There's nothing to use my powers on!

LTD!MC: *looking after their new plant babies* Go bully those friends of yours if you have so much free time

TWST!Yuu: I already did that and I'm never doing that again.

MM!MC: Why?

TWST!Yuu: You don't need to know the things I saw, trust me you don't want to...

OB!MC: YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!

OB!Levi: No I do! It's just...

LTD!MC: What's going on?

OB!MC: LEVI DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

OB!Levi: No I do... It's just... it takes more than a hydro vision to play with Lotan...

OB!MC: SEE? HE WON'T LET ME PLAY WITH LOTAN EVEN THOUGH I HAVE WATER POWERS NOW!

LTD!MC: ...*sigh* MM!MC needs help. They set their apartment on fire. Again.

OB!MC: On it!

OB!Levi: *mouths* Thank you

OB!MC: I'll just play with Lotan when I get back!

OB!Levi: ...*facepalms*

Sitri: Solomon! Take cover! We're under attack from angels!

WHB!MC: Yeah no fuck that. I'VE WAITED SO FUCKING LONG FOR THIS

WHB!Satan: OI! DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT HE SAID?

WHB!MC: TAKE THAT YOU ABOMINATIONS OF GOD

*Freezes all angels in their place*

...

Gehenna Devils: HOW ON-

[sleepyyghostt]

wait??? how did you (almost) end up in a mrbeast video?? :O

ohmygosh okay so

with my good old lifelong youtube special interest, i had a period where i was just FASCINATED by all the actual workings behind the various mrbeast channels (and the story of how he got there), particularly mrbeast gaming (which was basically just minecraft videos)

and- ok this might just turn into an infodump for a sec cause i find the operations of it rlly interesting sdfsdk. i had a wonderful rabbit hole week where i watched a ton of videos from the perspectives of ppl who were actually in those challenges, which led me to find out about the mrbeast gaming discord server...

A monstrous thing with 60,000 members and zero channels you can talk in (thank god). It took a while to even JOIN cause it was always at member limit.

The whole thing basically got nuked last year and reformed into some sort of fortnite thing that ive never quite looked at since, but the way it worked was members would fill out a google form with their discord info, and anytime they needed people for a video they'd use some kind of bot that randomly selected a bunch of those form submissions, and checked them against people whose discord accounts were currently online. those accounts would be given a role that let them into some extra discord channels that held the relevant details for whatever the event was.

I joined the server, filled out the thing, and months later, ACTUALLY GOT SELECTED

a couple hundred people, if i recall correctly, had been as well, and the mods announced they were going to hold interviews over a couple hour period later that week, looking for people to be in a future unspecified video.

the odds of me having even gotten to this were crazy so i was already hyped, but i kept my hopes low just to manage it all sbjdhf

The interviews were done in five voice chats, with enough room for one player and a mod. someone would join, get interviewed, then leave the call, then there was a split second opportunity to click on that call with just the right timing as a hundred other people tried to do the same.

somehow, i got in one! i was interviewed by a guy called brethoodie, who was the actual head of mrbeast gaming behind the scenes?? I think??? and like-it actually went super well. we were vibing and it was just a really nice conversation tbh. he had a question they asked like 'if you won 100k and had to spend it on something for urself (rather than donate it, pay off debt, all the other realistic but generic responses), what would you do?' and i thought abt it and realised that in this fantasy land, i'd go all out crazy on materials for some kind of massive art project or sculpture type creation, and he said that was one of the most interesting responses he'd had!!

after that i continued to watch the voice channels and i realised that at the rate they went, they really couldve only interviewed like. i dunno. 20-40 people max? so i was feeling PRETTY good about my chances. he said theyd get back to me in a week or two if i'm in, but I just never heard anything back.

which was like, fine? was disappointed ofc but like. Oh Well. it was an interesting time regardless

a couple months later a video came out, i figure this was the one they'd been working on so i have a look and...

thats

well, that's not me. but it is someone with a STRIKINGLY similar username to the sleepyyghostt that i am

Now, its perfectly possible that i just simply didn't get picked. but a part of me..... like really wonders if they got the usernames mixed up somewhere along the line. like maybe the hoodie guy was like, oh who was that person i talked to, sleepy something? (grabs a different sleepy someone) You!

or maybe, they just picked other people. which is fine! i just.. i told this whole story to my friend a couple weeks ago and they were INSISTENT that they totally meant to pick me and my conspiracy theory was correct x_x

either way!!!!! an interesting story!!!

[z0-ne]

Omg hi😄 Honestly there's not a lot of dragon ball x reader and I haven't watched dragon ball for a while but now I'm back for it, so I'll just request this😌😔 So i don't know if you have watched Tokyo revengers but, let's just say that the reader has Takemichi Hanagaki ablitiy so she can time leap. And so the dragon ball characters find out about that and they find out about the other future timelines and how when she changes something in the past the future can also change and so what are their thoughts on this?

Btw if you haven't watched Tokyo revengers you can just ignore this!

Or you can search it up on Google and search up the time leaping power of takemichi

[I hope you don't mind, but I made this a slight headcanon! Short reactions for multiple characters, and I'll try to include every main characte in the dragon ball z series!]

WHAT IF...: What if (reader) could time travel just like Takemichi from Tokyo revengers? Includes: Future Trunks, Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, and Piccolo!

FUTURE TRUNKS

Trunks knew after his parents, but only because you stole his time machine to keep going back to whichever date you found necessary and got caught.

He wasn't exactly happy about it at first though.

"You STOLE my time machine!?"

"Yes- but please just lemme explain-"

"YOU STOLE MY TIME MACHINE??!"

This whole argument was actually because he mentioned another stolen time machine, and thought it was yet another cell. Without thinking, you told him that you "burrowed" It.

It did not help that the time machine was broken when you "gave it back" "For a good reason!"

You actually did do it for a good reason. Thanks to the time machine, you found a temporary loophole in your ability, and you were able to save a lot more people.

"What reason is a good reason for stealing my time machine!? I need that thing!" "Well it's not like I'm really using it for bad stuff! It's only temporary! Plus your mom is making me one and its almost done! I just need this for right now!"

"(Name). Explain."

You could understand why he was upset, so you went ahead and told him what you needed it for, and even went as far as to explain your ability to him.

"Wait-You can time travel- And you still stole my time machine!?" "Damnit Trunks did you not hear me explain why!?"

"YOU ALMOST BROKE IT!"

It took a little while to get him to calm down and actually listen to you.

BULMA

Bulma was a lot more understanding than her son and husband even if telling her was actually done on accident.

You let it slip while you were asking her about the time machine and she asked you what it was for. Then you went on a rant about how you stole her sons machine for your own powers to work.

"You can time travel?" "Yep." There was a short pause before she put on her face cover and got back to building the time machine you had asked her for when you first got here.

"Neat." You were relieved to hear that she was so calm about the whole thing, but eventually she put the blow tourch down and lifted her face cover up to look at you again.

"Wait a sec- If you can time travel, why did you need Trunks's time machine and one of your own?" "Well- actually I need them because I found a loophole in my ability. If I use this time machine, I can go back to any time and then go back twelve years in the past as long as I'm with ___"

"So ____ is that person you were with earlier? I'm guessing that makes you both pretty important, to y'know. The planet." "Yep."

Then she went back to her work pretty quickly, and kept making conversation until she found out about everything she wanted to know about your powers.

"Alright, I'll finish this soon. Did you already tell the others?" " Well I mean- I accidentally kinda told Vegeta so I'm probably gonna have to talk to him about this in full detail later, but the other fighters? I didn't really plan on it."

"Well you're gonna have to tell Trunks soon Honey. He's paranoid about letting in another cell."

VEGETA

He was actually the first to know, and had a better reaction than his son.

You ran up to him while looking for Bulma, and asked him wehre she could've been earlier so you could ask her for the time machine that you stole from future Trunks.

"Hey Vegeta! Have you seen Bulma? I need her to build me a time machine!"

You spoke as fast as you flew over there when ____ mentioned the possibility of the loophole in your time travel, and even mentioned Bulma in the process so you rushed over without much thought of a cover up. "What- The woman is probably inside. Why? So you can play time hero with the boy?"

He mocked despite hardly being able to fully process a lot of what you said because of how quickly you were speaking, but you dismissed it and instead hugged him quickly.

His face flushed red from embarassment after you let him go and he snatched away.

"Thanks, you're a saint! And no! I found a loophole in my time travel ability that I'm...not..supposed to tell you about-"

"...What-" "Bye Veggie!" You ran as fast as you could as he was standing there stuck, long enough for you to make it to Bulma's lab and shut the door behind you.

"WHAT!?"

Once you explained it to him later and he called you a nuisance, but in his defense it just meant he would have another person to carry in fights.

GOKU

This was yet another accident.

You didn't want to tell him at the moment because of what happened with vegeta, but luckily for you it's goku. He reacted a little better than vegeta did.

"So why's Trunks so mad at you?" He questioned as he followed close behind you while you were running from Trunks, who's time machine you needed to "borrow" again.

"I needed his time machine!"

"Huh? For what? I thought we only had the cell issue?"

He was understandably confused, and asked the most questions.

In the heat of the moment, considering Trunks was far behind but it wouldn't take much for him to catch up if you got distracted and slowed down, you blurted out answers instead of thinking about them. "No, something else happens later that I've gotta stop!"

"But isn't that Trunks's job?"

Once again, you were trying to keep as far away from Trunks as you possibly could so you could make it to the island in time to get away with the time machine, "Trunks can't time travel like I can!"

"You can time travel?"

"NO"

Once explained in detail, Goku understood but asked a bit more questions than you expected especially without _____. Who of course, has way more information than you do.

PICCOLO

Well of course he knew, he's the only one you would trust to keep a secret. However you didn't even tell him, _____ did!

It was a shock considering they chastised you for letting just about everyone on the team know. However its reliving that Piccolo knows, as the only one who actually took the time to sit and listen to the benefits and non-benefits of the ability.

"you and ______ Should stick close to each other, if we loose either one of you it could mean trouble" He says in his usual stern tone, and honestly you get it. It'd be troublesome to loose the only two good time travelers who can help without getting into some time trouble.

He understands you're a good fighter but you're also an asset and now a liability, so no matter how much he's in your corner you know he won't hesitate to make you stay behind if he feels its too dangerous for you to go with the rest of them.

KRILLIN

"I can time travel." You just decided it was about time to let him know. You guys were alone, and you got sick of him hinting at you and _____ dating.

"H-Huh?" He asked, his confusion clear as he blinks as if that's somehow gonna fix his hearing or maybe he'll blink the confusion out his head who knows.

"I can time travel with ______. That's why we're always together, we have to be" your tone sounds a bit neutral, and you answered him a bit too fast but you wanted to get your point across as you knelt down to lift a pile of rubble to look for a dragon ball. "We aren't dating, we can time travel we just cant without the other and a few more rules."

"S-so this whole time you guys could-"

"Time travel. yes Krillin." You answer him with a sigh as you stand up and walk over to check somewhere else to find the dragon ball, hopefully you can find it soon so you guys can head back.

"Oh man, this whole time I thought you guys were a thing! Or at least you and Trunks" He mumbles the last part.

"What?"

[yannisrandomstuff]

OK OK I HAVE RETURNED

Could I get some angst for toon gabriel, we know HES HOT and he's nice. So other people would want him, what would happen if he's getting flirted with in public when he is s/o isn't around, and when they come back they see that ans the other person is being really touchy with him, and IT JUST LOOKS REALLY BAD AND WRONG, and his s/o angrily leaves, what would happen?? I WANT HIS COMFROT!!

I love angst 😔

Note:flirting , angst , fluff

Misunderstanding

You and Angel Gabriel goes out to buy groceries. Both of you are having a conversation about what's tonight's dinner and both of you agree that he'll cook, then he'd be the one grabbing the stuff that he'll use for ingredients, you always like him cook since some of the food he makes are delicious.

The two of you have already finished getting the stuff and is now on the line to pay, then you remembered something very important.

"Uhm gabe I gotta go grab something we forgot I'll be back in a minute okay?"

"Of course dear I won't go anywhere but hurry alright?"

And that you left

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After 5 mins you finally find Mini Brie Wheels

"Damn this is hard to find I better hurry back now gabes waiting he doesn't have a wallet with him" You thought to yourself. Thankfully it isn't our turn yet but something caught your eye that makes your heart hurt, a teenage girl who seems no older than 19 have been flirting around AngelGabriel and He seems unaffected by what is happening around him, he seems to be enjoying it, you walked towards them with an annoyed face, Angel Gabriel noticed that you are coming so he called you "ahem. What's going on here?" You asked "Oh is this your partner?" You rolled your eyes "yes they're my partner" Angel Gabriel stated happily "I see~ well then I'll take my leave now Mr. Gabriel nice chatting you, see you next time" Then the girl left

Angel Gabriel looked at you smiling " so there's a next time huh?" You said irritation visible to your voice, he now have a confused look at his face "I don't want to see her next time dear, I'm not even comfortable with her talking to me like that," You handed him your wallet "here take this I will be waiting in the car.." "I- uh alright please be careful" he sound really worried.

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you get inside the car and pause for a sec, angry tears coming out at the thought of your boyfriend cheating on you, no that's impossible he wouldn't do that but I still have my doubts you just silently stare at the window and notice him going back to the car along with the groceries. You open the door for him and help him place the groceries in the back seat without talking or having eye contact to him "Dear? Are you well?"

"..." "....if this is about earlier I promise it is a misunderstanding you've got it all wrong" "explain why you're smiling while she clings on to you like a sloth" "I'm uncomfortable when she did that and ithought it would be quite rude to just glare at her, but I did told them that I am already taken and wishes them to go away but they are persistent." He let out a heavy sigh and place his hand to his significant other's face " Look at me my dearest" You obeyed him make eye contact with him " you're the only person I will only love in this world alright?, no one can change that. Please remember that." He then hugged you close "shall we go now?, wipe those tears in your face I don't want you to cry and I promise that it will never happen again. I'm sorry I love you" "I love you too I just don't want to lose you, yknow"

"Hahahah I don't want to lose you too, now let's get going so that the vegetables won't rot" and that both of you buckled your seat belt and you drive back home

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Yes angel gabe does not know how to drive

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SCHOOL IS COMING TF OUR 1 WEEK BREAK IS OVER😭😭😭

Sorry this took so long it will probably be the same with the other requests

I had to search on Google to find "what's the most hardest things to find in a grocery store" since I can't think of anything BWHAHAHAHHA

[newtonsheffield]

Dearest Molly,

I hope you're feeling better! The damn covid that won't test positive. What a pain in the ass. Speaking of, can I be one for just a sec? Full disclosure, I'm a bit of a history nerd, and right now, I'm all WWII. My grandfather flew B25 bombers over the Philipines during the war and I've been really eating it up.

I was rereading the till forever falls apart tag (brilliant, amazing, can't wait for it!) and had a question. I also remembered that post you made about research and accuracy so in the spirit of that, here I am...

I've been watching this series on Netflix about WWII battles that have been colorized and I happened upon the one on The Battle of Britain this morning while getting ready and had a moment about the timeline of the AU. How long is our dear Anthony in the hospital? I just wonder because you mention both Goose and Dorset being Americans and the Battle of Britain was in 1940 and we had not entered the war yet.

Ben Affleck in Pearl Harbor made it seem like it would be really easy to just hop over and join the RAF, but it would actually be really complicated because of the neutrality laws Congress signed into place in the '30s. They'd have to resign their commission, travel to Canada, and pretend to be Canadian. All that being said, there were only about 10 Americans that historians can determine were in the Battle of Britain because they were only identified many times by their call signs because being there was actually a felony.

So all that being said, if our poor boy is still in hospital til then, well... I may have just clutched my metaphorical pearls and said, "Poor boy, thank goodness Kate is there!"

Lastly, one more thing, because I am a pain. I mentioned my grandfather, but my late husband and brother were also in branches of the US military and one thing they taught me is a THING, when in uniform, your cap (or cover as they called it) is removed immediately upon entering a building. When Kate meets Anthony at the dance, there is a line about his still having his forage cap on. They can wear it indoors while participating in a ceremony (my brother at my wedding was fine), but I feel like if a CO walked into that dancehall and saw that cap, our boy would have received quite the dressing down. Which actually might be funny for Kate. But I did also google this about the RAF so I didn't sound like a complete twat.

Anyway. In penance for being annoying, a picture of my girls, Sadie and Piper (in the Christmas cape!).

I adore your work, I think you are so talented. Thank you for all of your words and for sharing bits of your life with us. Greggy and Supreme are adorable and I am here for it!

Hey!

So! Let me clear up the main point here: Anthony flew in the Battle of Britain, but he wasn’t injured in the Battle of Britain. I haven’t worked out the timeline just yet but it his injury happens sometime after the US Air Force was stationed at Duxford. He wasn’t in the hospital for 2 years don’t worry, I think a few months is realistic though. Sorry, I should have been clearer about that. Anthony is very proud of having flown in the Battle of Britain but that’s not where he was injured, it just means he’s a pretty decorated pilot when he’s shot down.

And I actually nearly had Kate make a comment about removing his hat inside, particularly in the presence of a lady just to throw him off a little, but I decided not to because the snippet was getting too long. I think I’ll add it back into the fic though when I write it!

Thank you though! If you notice anything else: let me know!

And look at those two beautiful little pooches. Precious babies.

Greggy says hi

[dullahandyke]

Also I'm gonna try making one liveblog post again ‼ heres case 2 part 2

Was prompted to go into nikolina's cabin but I paused for a sec and sighed and panned to the right and there sholmes was hanging off of a desk bug like. It took several moments for me to gather the strength to engage with him

Sidenote I hate the new names for the Russian characters... pavlova? For real? What were their og names I'm gonna Google it

Ok borchevic isnt that much better but it's not fuckin pavlova!! So

Also I love the susato sprite where shes turned to look at something in the background with u... all the sprites of characters turning towards things of interest r so nice it rlly makes the space feel real. Adds on to the killer cinematography in here

Also also I need to get more like sholmes. This is a bad thing but at least he is not masking (I also dont do a lot of masking but I could do less of it)

DHHWJWJAK HIS FALLING ANIMATIOM IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY HIS BOXING ANIMATION.... he is so comical and animated I love it. Need that to be me

Hes so real for that tho. Singing is so fun if u keep me from singing I'll kill u dead

Also I love his little cap flip animation. A bit stupid but that's fine

(I already have plans to add a sholmes sticker to my laptop once I finish this game)

Everyone has headaches 🤨 I personally blame a gas leak. Those r always happening on old shit arent they

Nikolina has dresses n shit in her wardrobe she didnt before... what did she unpack or something ? Maybe the cat did it. So helpful

Also the bookshelf being in the cabin is so cool the way it's set into the wall like that... dream house feature. Fuck a pool I want a book hole

I like the solution to the locked room being the ship tilting that's nice and fun

'Isnt there anyone who can help me out of this mess' ryuu calls. Deep breath. Pan left. Sholmes is hanging off the coat rack

Love sholmes w the tiara... u just know iris has So much fun doing dress up w him and he is equally as delighted

IRELEVANT SNAKE???

Btw the logic and reason spectacular continues to fuck

Asougi on the floor during the spectacular.... :(

Also poor nikolina she seems so scared

Love how susato knows Facts and Knowledge... RIP girlie you would have loved pub quizzes

Ryunosuke naruhodou objectum ally... 'well if the teapot is her friend that's fine, we're all different' ryuu I trust u w my life

LOVE IT WHEN RYUU DOES THE SPECTACULARS hes getting in the facking groove!!!!!

Also love how smooth all the sprites r... the mocap so awesome

We need to get ryuu and susato some kittens.... they would love Cute Kitten Video Compilation

Sidenote I love asougi's shin things. Cunt-tastic

I have to say this is rhe first aa game that I'm not watching a playthru of or cheesing with a walkthru and I'm having fun yippee!!!

I do wonder how long the case is gonna be tho

The percussion in all this music is so awesome

Wait hold on a sec. If ryuu was being framed then that means there was someone else who knew ryuu was stowing away

Sidenote but I've been wondering, what did ryuu tell his family about him going to London? Becauss it seems like literally only he and asougi knew if they weren't even letting susato in on it. Did he tell them he was going somewhere totally different? Did he just disappear? Is he now on the missing persons list? I mean I Guess he could be an orphan but theres that whole ryutarou thing and I'd imagine he would need at least one additional family member to pull that off

We need to get susato access to wikipedia I think she would love it

We also need to get sholmes access to a fidget cube

Ryuu? We can get him access to a nice hearty meal. He deserves it

Ryuu getting distracted by strogenov's beefy arms... 🤐🏳️‍🌈

Nikolina... she looks like a small sad kitten

Wahhhhhh asougiiiiii... so niceys to nikolina...

Whenverr they show asougi I get so sad.. . RIP gayboy I loved u

The final deduction of the wardrobe.... :(

:(

The music is fucking w me too...

I know she killed asougi but cant we let nikolina go.... everyone is being so hard on her she is 15

OH NOOOO SUSATO SAD.... :(((

SUSATO SMIIIIILE YAY :)

SUSATO SHOWING HER THROWS TO SHOLMES... :) friends

Case over.... AAAAAAA!!!! now I am hungry but bubbles is atop me so ig I'll just answer texts... if shes still not up by the time I'm done then we'll see about starting case 3 but doubtful

[jlf23tumble]

I think the fact they have this obscene amount of money allows me to believe they're still together. In spite of their crazy schedules that keep them continents apart, this does not mean they don't see eachother all the time. Traveling for them is not like us poor people. They don't have to arrive at the airport 3 hours before flight with layovers in random cities. They can get chauffeured direct to a private jet that in hours flys them to wherever the other one is.

About them not being photographed together, well we don't get pictures of what could be their actual relationships either. Unless you think Brad and Harry are a thing?

This is just BEGGING for a toilet shot, but I'm gonna let it slide for a quick sec because this is what I mean, this is where it all starts tilting into ao3 land, only from 10 years ago. For sure, they have a shit ton of money, they could fly anywhere, but is that what's really happening? Like, if you had to weigh the options of what's going on when you see one in one city, the other in another one, there's a five-hour-plus time difference or whatever, they're spotted with multiple people in whatever place they're meant to be in, but you're still clinging to the idea that private jets are whisking them into a city, 100000% unspotted/unnoticed, then back again xx hours later?? Like, constantly and consistently? Reminds me of the old days (well, I guess the current days for some) and the lack of object permanence, ooh, we haven't seen Harry in 24 hours, he's OBVIOUSLY in [insert name of city where Louis's on tour], waiting in a hotel room. Uh oh, turns out he was working on some other project we didn't know about because we aren't on his team or sharing his google calendar? Doesn't matter, he wasn't unspotted on main for an hour, ipso facto, he was with Louis!

Look, if everything else was lining up, all the other points that are spelling out in this precise moment that this isn't rock-solid #husbands, #theyneverbrokeup, maybe I could buy it, but it isn't! And since you asked, I think Brad's actually a symbol of something much, much sadder (at least in the story in my own mind), but rather than getting up in google's ass to track flights to prove that Harry's somehow magically teleporting into Boston or wherever, yeah, I sure would rather read someone's riDICKulous bradrry proof post, it beats the new spin on the ole airport trickeroo of yore

[8o--o8-deactivated20220523]

*Transmission Start*

jwj <hey I'm about to meet up with Ezzy to get our stuff

oiio <wait

oiio <actually?!!?!!!

jwj <yeah

oiio <I did not expect that

jwj <you don't have to rub it in I know it took me a while

oiio <i'm genuinely not trying to make fun of you I just didn't expect it

jwj <whatever

jwj <about to get our stuff can you come over to pick it up with the van

oiio <sure

jwj <can you also bring your taser

oiio <???

jwj <Ezzy said that they stored our stuff at a building one of their realatives owns so they don't have to pay for storage

jwj <but the place seems shady

jwj <I checked it out on Google maps and from pictures it looks like an old abandoned building

jwj <it's just very shady

oiio <I think you're just being a bit paranoid but sure let's just get our stuff finally

jwj <cool

oiio <can you send the address?

jwj <oh yeah my bad I forgot

*Transmission End*

jwj <wait a sec

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Part 2

"Wait right here. One sec." Evan sprints around to his side of the table again and grabs his placecard. He makes his way back to me as I sit down in my original seat.

"Oh, shit I didn't grab this" Evan picks up my original date's card and chucks it across the table. It lands face down somewhere near his old seat. "Eh, close enough." A couple of people shoot looks in his direction. I can't help but giggle and that makes him smile. Those damn dimples again. They're so deep I could fill them with water and go swimming.

"Hey, thanks for coming to my rescue" I say to him.

"I mean I haven't done anything much yet. If he comes in with a good story I would be more than happy to back off. But you're welcome."

I only smile at him. If he walks in, he better have an epic story for me to totally ignore Evan. I can't say that to him quite yet.

Evan speaks again "Wow, ya know, I'm usually super shy around women. I don't know what got into me" He laughs. He starts fiddling with the seam of his pants. Maybe his anxiety is kicking in now.

"Oh? What made you come over?" I realize I'm totally putting him on the spot and instantly feel bad. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." I say.

He lets out a quick nervous laugh. "Uhh, no that's ok. I, uh, saw you sitting there and you looked like you were in distress, but I also noticed...how beautiful you were." He clears his throat. His eyes are shifty.

I laugh nervously and then our eyes meet and they stay locked for a few seconds.

We are interrupted by our waiter asking us what we would like for our meal. I order beef street tacos and Evan orders nachos.

"Want some wine?" Evan asks

"Yes , please. Something white. Red makes me sick"

"Oof, that's not good. Can I get a bottle of Chardonnay to split between us please?"

"Thanks" I say to him and the server.

"So, what's the story? What's up with douchebags standing you up and shit?"

"Well, I don't know him well or anything. So, cutting my losses isn't a big deal. In fact, I'm wondering if he even is who he says he is. It all seems rather strange. The last text I got was sort of a confirmation for tonight, but that was at 11 this morning. I tried googling him, but couldn't find much"

"Let's see here..." Evan has his phone out and he's scrolling through some pictures. "I met him once, not too long ago. He seemed like an alright guy. But, you just don't know people, really." He stops scrolling. He clicks on the picture and zooms in on a face. "Is this him?" He gently hands me his phone so I can get a good look. Evan's dimeanor and his voice are both soft. It strikes me how kind and helpful, even comforting he is.

I'm looking at a group picture of some people at an event. The picture isn't a close up, but even the grainy zoomed in face is recognizable. "Oh, I'll be damned. Yep, that's him" I hand him his phone back.

"Hey, at least we know he's real. Hope it makes the night a little bit less unsettling for you" he says softly.

"Well, can I be honest? You actually have made this night a hell of a lot less unsettling for me already." My eyes get soft as I smile at him. "Thank you for that"

"No problem" I can't describe the look on his face. Caring. Kind. More than that. Who is this guy?

I speak "So Evan, what's your story?"

"Well, I'm Evan peters. Been acting for a little over 20 years now."

"Oh, ok! Yes.." American Horror Story" I watched a few seasons then kind of stopped. But you were recently in a series playing Jeffrey Dahmer. Been meaning to watch it. I'm kind of a true crime follower" I laugh nervously. *Not in a weird way, if that's even possible" I close my eyes and put my head in my hand.

Evan laughs. "Gotcha. I won a Golden Globe for it, but man it took a toll on me"

"I can imagine. Having to put yourself in such a dark place for months. Sounds like you did a great job though if you won a Golden Globe! Congrats on that! I will have to watch it now"

His face lights up."Thanks! It did make it all worth it"

"Are you doing better now?" I ask

"Yea. Still have my moments, but much better. Been seeing a therapist."

"Yea, we all have our moments normally anyhow. No shame in getting some help. That's a big step." I smile encouragingly. He stares into my eyes.

"So how long have you lived in LA? I'm getting Midwest vibes from you" Evan says

"Oh really? What gave it away?"

"The accent. I'm from Missouri"

"Ah, ok then fellow midwesterner. I'm from Michigan. Got a job with an automotive company and they moved me out here about 3 months ago. Paid for it. Got me in a company owned house for my trial period. After that I pay rent, but it's discounted. Pretty good set up. I can't complain. I like the job too."

"Wow that's amazing..." His voice trails off as his eyes dart to something. I noticed it a split second before I hear a man's voice and woman's shrill laughter. My immediate thought is they are both drunk. Evan's face has gone from playful to pissed off.

"What?" I ask as I turn to look in the same direction as him.

"Well, there's your douchebag. Apparently with another woman."

Sure enough, there they are. Sloppily making their way to the seat. Douchebag sees his placecard on the floor and starts laughing hysterically. He sees me sitting there staring at him. And something like recognition hits him, but then he quickly pushes it aside.

"I take it he forgot who he invited where and what time" I say out loud.

I look at Evan. He looks pissed. But then he looks at me and his eyes soften. "Do you want me to back off so you can confront him. Or..." His voice trails off. He's holding his breath.

"Absolutely not. You're more of a man than he will ever be." I reply.

"Want to get out of here? Before they bring the food out?" Evan asks.

I nod my head "Yes, please."