#waiting for it to upload when there's a chance it isn't ever going to and just doesn't want to tell me. i need to be done with this

[fizzlehead]

if i could see all my friends tonight

(an homage to riverdale's many friendships set to one of my favorite songs)

[sirhamburrger]

chihiro (k. yukimiya x f!photographer!reader) when i come back around will i know what to say? // not today, maybe tomorrow

in which kenyu just can't seem to muster up the courage for a proper goodbye. wc: 743 || cw: light angst, yukimiya is afraid of rejection, lowkey you are too, there will be a part two to this because like cmon there has to be || header from bllk light novel || dividers from @saradika-graphics

kenyu doesn't know how he's going to break the news to you.

after all, how does one masterfully announce to one's best friend that they're leaving for a live-in football training program lasting approximately nine months, starting tomorrow? and then tell said best friend that he's been in love with her since the first day of middle school?

it's simply not done.

so he keeps his mona lisa smile on, muscles aching, as you're guided to snap photos of him from every angle. you always tell him seeing people take close-ups of your best friend is a little weird, but you seem to be having a lot of fun doing it yourself. too much fun, in fact. he fights the urge to break into a grin despite himself.

“okay, that's a wrap for today!” the shoot director calls out after what seems like an eternity. “see you all next time.”

kenyu stretches his sore limbs, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as all the staff members go around saying their ‘good work today’s. but he doesn't feel the usual post-shoot euphoria. this is his final shoot with you, and possibly the last time you will ever see each other.

“hey, ken?”

he jogs over to where you're sitting before your computer, tongue poking out cutely. smiling softly, you gesture for him to take a seat beside you, then turn back to the screen. “look at these pics of you! they're the best ones yet.” 

and they are. the lighting is perfect, as are the focus and contrast, bringing out the subtle charm his fans love so much.

“you really know just how to make me look good, huh." he chuckles, crossing his arms. "i'm glad they let you take the wheel on this one.”

“you'd think that they'd never let a photog intern actually do any of the fun stuff, right?” you say almost breathlessly, strangely, as you begin to upload the photos to a hard drive. “but i told them this was my last shoot with you, so maybe that's why-”

wait. what?

how do you already know about his leaving for blue lock?

“look, i… i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier.” you look back up at him, and he thinks he sees tears glistening in your eyes. 

what the heck is going on?

“i didn't want it to affect whatever you have going on right now. you're so successful and happy. but it's a really good opportunity for me. y'know, for my portfolio and all. job experience, too.”

his mouth goes dry.

“how long is this... thing going to be for?”

“nine months or so. i'm only coming back to school for uni entrance exams. other than that, all my school stuff is going to be remote.” you let out a shaky breath, clenching your fists on the table. “which means - i won't be able to see you for a really long time. i leave tomorrow.”

kenyu feels a lot of things in this moment. happy for you. broken-hearted that you're leaving. but most of all?

he feels like a total coward for not telling you first, so you wouldn't have to feel so bad about it.

“we'll keep in touch, though, right?” he takes your hand in his, holding back tears of his own. “this isn't going to affect us. i won't let it.”

“yeah.” you give him a sad, watery smile. “i suppose so.”

your phone rings, and you tear your gaze from his face.

“i should go.”

“okay.”

he watches you silently as you pack up and walk towards the exit, watches you wipe the tears from your cheeks - and he knows now is his last chance.

“wait!”

you turn around, red-rimmed eyes wide -

“i love you.”

a beat passes between you. then another. and yet another. then you're running towards him, and for a moment he thinks you're going to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his and oh gosh he's not ready for this but he's more ready than he's ever been in his life -

but you don't.

you squeeze the life out of him, but you don't kiss him.

his heart sinks.

"love you too, ken."

and even if those words are kind of what he's always wanted to hear from you, they really aren't. because you just don't mean them in the way he so desperately wants you to.

oh, he really feels like a coward now.

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© sirhamburrger 2024

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Hello there! I am currently reading your fic 1968 and K just wanted to come on here to gush about it for a moment - really didnt know what to expect but saw it recommended and decided to give it a try because it sounded quite fun, though the time period and topic kinda threw me for a loop - so far I have learned a lot about US history and am just absolutely flabbergasted by how GOOD this fic is.

I truly feel transported into the world, I feel with the characters and for the characters and when I stop reading I cannot stop thinking about it.

I truly adore your writing in a way I can't quite put into words because i am certainly not as poetic as you are, because that's how your writing feels, poetic. English isn't my first or even my second language, and thus i often don't have as much of an emotional connection to it the way I do my mother tongues. But your writing has truly caught me and I am obsessed. The imagery, the symbolism, suddenly I actually want to put my english uni courses to use and analyse what I'm reading and start annotating. First time for everything.

Usually, when starting a new fic, I read a few chapters, and if i like it, I put it down, later download it for safekeeping and put it on my ereader, because I just enjoy reading stuff on there that much more. With your fic, i've struggled, because I don't want to wait until i've downloaded and made a cover and uploaded, but i want to read it right now this instance because i am so invested and full of anxiety. (Also, if you want me to remove the fic from my Device, just tell me, i will.)

I am definetly going to pick up your other first after this one. Your writing is incredible, and if you ever plan on writing any original fiction, i would be a supporter.

I wish you a great day and thank you for sharing your wonderful skill and your stories.

Beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹 I am overwhelmed by your kind words! I am so so so happy you are enjoying 1968, and I hope you like the rest of the story (even if/when it gets painful). Also... "though the time period and topic kinda threw me for a loop" yeah this is like everyone's experience with 1968 😅😂 I really appreciate you giving the story a chance!!!

I never predicted 1968 becoming so beloved because it is truly a very strange premise and there are a lotttttt of historical and political details I had to squeeze in there, I figured most people would find it boring or confusing but I just fell in love with the idea and had to write it anyway. Your support is so so so cherished by me; I do hope to write and publish original fiction one day and knowing that there are people out there who believe in me is just...wow!!! I'm forever in awe of how kind people can be to a total stranger, just a lady with a laptop and a lot of weird angsty ideas 🥰

And yes of course you can download any fic of mine for your own personal use, that's always fine!

Again, thank you so much for reading, and please let me know what you think when you finish Chapter 12! 🌕🐄💜

[ann-yakor]

Mastermind.

| okay, so this is my first time doing this ever, I swear English isn't even my first language so I may have or may have not made chatgpt proof read this and help me with my grammar 😭🫠 lol

Pls be nice, this took me so much time and is probably not that good but I kinda like it.

Also, I don't know how to count words with the 1K! 1.2K! Cause math, my brain can't do that but this has around 2.100 words

"What do I have to do to get what I want? Let’s say I have a plan. Which I don’t. This plan would consist of a few steps. Little steps, since I can't focus on a lot of things at the same time.

The first part of the plan would be to get involved. Since social media exists, it's easier and easier to get inside people’s small private circles without them even noticing. You just open Instagram, search for… let’s say, your crush's account, and then you immediately follow… her best friend. Her best friend, who follows an insane number of people, will follow you back. Even though you're biting your nails, growing more anxious by the second, wanting to talk to her, you don't. You wait for a day or two. Then you upload a story about your cat. An hour has passed after that, and her friend saw it. Actually, her friend liked it. That's when you can get into her friend's DMs. And you talk to her about how you are new in town and hadn't got the chance to make any friends. If you chose wisely, she’s her extroverted friend. In fact, she’s the golden retriever that adopted her into the friend group in the first place. After a few days talking about where to get this, where to get that, the music you like, and how you wished you had friends to go to the weekend fair, you get invited. You are being adopted.

Don't be nervous, I know you messed up before, but this is what planning is for; sweaty palms and stutter won't be a problem when every word is scripted and perfectly crafted.

But don’t get too excited already either because you're gonna ask how many people are gonna be there. And after putting an excuse about being bad at names, you’re gonna make sure she's not going. The girl with the freckles? Not really a fan of fairs. Lucky for you.

Now the fun part is getting to know her friends.

We know Dina; she’s extroverted, charismatic, and if she wasn’t dating Jesse, she’d probably be a threat since she’s also gorgeous and generous.

Then there’s Jesse, the silly boyfriend, a joker, always in a silly mood, and trying to make everyone smile, even if deep down he’s having a hard time; nobody knows. But you know because his pain matches yours. So you smile at each other, in silent understanding.

After a couple of games, Jesse and you have secret jokes, and Dina is gossiping about everything that happens in Jackson, the small community that celebrates everything and is always throwing fairs like this. Your younger self would be thrilled; it sounds like Mystic Falls or Stars Hollow even, but this is a real place and is where you're gonna live for a long time now, so... please don't mess things up.

Now you’re feeling proud of yourself; her friends are your friends now. So, let's get to step three.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry!” Someone accidentally pushing me to the floor is definitely not part of the plan, but neither was wearing my old Converse instead of my new pink Nikes, and here we are. It shouldn't be an inconvenience. Oh, and yet it is when I get up, and it's her green eyes that I see.

The fairgrounds buzz with colorful lights, the distant echoes of laughter, and the scent of cotton candy and popcorn wafting through the air.

“Don’t! It was my fault; are you okay?” This is not how the first conversation was supposed to happen. Her friends were supposed to introduce me to her, skipping the awkwardness. Her friends were here with me. Her friends… are nowhere to be found now.

And she's standing there, with her perfectly fitting jeans, her matching Converse with mine that made me think maybe I took the right choice, and her flannel shirt. Under the moonlight, her arm tattoo looks so good; it's intimidating, and I have to physically force myself to get my eyes on her eyes before I look creepy.

She scratches the back of her head, a few strands of red hair falling on her face; she seems worried because I’m not talking. “…yES, yes, I’m sorry… I was kind of looking for my friends, I guess?” She smiles; I melt. But she still looks confused.

“You guess?”

“Well, I don’t know if I can call them friends; it's my first time meeting them. I’m new to town.” That excuse is getting old.

“How rude; would you like to stay with me? I’m also looking for my friends.” Shit, shit, shit.

“Did they also leave you behind?” She chuckles and fidgets with her fingers, like she’s nervous, but I know her; I know she’s not extroverted; she’s the anxious one of her group.

“Actually…” she bites her lip “…I wasn’t supposed to be here; I changed my mind at the last minute.” I know.

“So your friend-“

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“What?”

“Okay, this is dumb, but my friends are always telling me to invite girls I find cute for drinks. Probably makes much more sense when we’re at the club. It’s just that I never do. But now you’re here, and we’re having an actual conversation, and I think you’re really cute, and-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, you can buy me a drink. I mean, maybe not a drink, but I’ll let you buy me a cotton candy if you want to, and we could share?”

“That would be great.”

New plan: don’t act stupid.

We walk in silence towards the one person selling cotton candy there, is an awkward silence, and I found myself getting lost in my thoughts even when she asks which color I want; everything happens so fast, I don't even notice she's been talking to me.

“So if you’re new here, who were you hanging out with?”

“Oh, I don’t think you would know them.” Liar, you’re gonna get a bellyache.

“Try me; I’ve been living here my whole life, and it’s a small town.”

Her soft-looking lips wrapped around a piece of blue cotton candy (her choice), and the sugar melted. Change the subject maybe?

“What was your name again? I feel like before I go on telling you the names of my friends, I should at least know who am I talking to.” Okay, it didn’t have to sound like that; fuck, I’m an idiot. She lifted two hands in the air and chuckled; I was getting used to that sound and the butterflies it made me feel.

“Okay, okay… fair, I’m Ellie.” It sounded so different when she said it; I have heard Dina say it, Jesse say it; I tried pronouncing it out loud the first time I ever heard it on the street when I saw her the first time, arguing with an old man about getting a new PlayStation. Shit, am I sounding insane in my own head?

She didn’t add anything more, but her eyes scanned me, my face, my lips; she was expecting me to reciprocate, and I did; my name came out in a higher pitch than

expected, but she smiled; her freckles forming new constellations when her cheeks lifted after her lips turned up. Corny. Stop looking.

“That’s a pretty name.”

Is that what I think it is? Behind the tree? Is it Jesse?

“You wanna go there?”

I blinked, once, twice; the tree was beside… the house of horror? No, thanks.

“Sorry, what?”

“The house of horror; I’ve been there plenty of times; every year is the same. But it's good! Come on; I can show you. I need to keep you around after we finish the cotton candy anyway.”

I nodded. What? No, this is not part of the plan; don’t act stupid is the plan; you’re definitely acting stupid if you’re getting scared.

The world stopped moving the moment her hand brushed mine; she gave me an insecure puppy look; she was asking for permission to take my hand, and my stupid brainless self made the right choice.

I saw our fingers interlock, saw her grin turn into a big smile, saw the pink take over her flushed cheeks, and saw her rare burst of confidence weaken when she scratched her neck with her other hand.

“I’ve never been in a house of horror.” Now her face illuminated even more, as if I just didn’t say that I might probably pass out in front of her the second we put a foot in that thing; she looked excited; now it felt like she was showing a way to wonderland, something new, something she’s been trying to get people to see in the past.

“Really? That’s great; you’re gonna get sooo scared.” Maybe saying it out loud like that made her realize how it sounded, or maybe it was the look on my face, because the next thing I know, she’s squishing my hand and giving me an apologetic look.

“We can do something else if you want to.”

“No! No, I wanted this, right? And it’s better to go with someone experienced than on my own, right?”

“Right… don’t worry; you’ll be safe with me.”

In no time, we were in the line, and even if I loved the silence the night and the stars gave us, eventually, the cotton candy ended, and now there was no reason not to be talking; she was even looking nervously all around. We were not moving, and yet her hand was still placed in mine; we looked like teenagers on their first date. Was this a date? No, no way. Running into someone and sharing candy and going into a house of horror was not a date, was it?

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You got lost in your head.”

“Oh sorry, it happens all the time. I was…”

“Don’t worry; I get it. But we’re kinda holding the line, so, after you?”

“What? No way; you’re going first.”

I laughed; the mood was light again; I wondered why things were so easy around her. Maybe I should throw my stupid plan away and just let it be.

“Okay, I thought you were braver than that.” She mocked, and I gasped; oh no, she can’t do that.

“You can’t trick me into walking to my possible death like that; nu-uh, I’m smart.”

And with that, she went first; after paying our tickets, of course. I tried to pay mine at least, but she refused.

The fairgrounds now gave way to a sinister facade—the house of horror. It loomed before us, a foreboding structure with cracked and weathered walls, adorned with eerie paintings of grotesque creatures. A dimly lit entrance beckoned visitors, shrouded in a chilling atmosphere, enhanced by the faint sound of eerie music and distant screams.

The house of horror was post-apocalyptic themed; there were zombies all over the place, and after the first scream from another person walking ahead of us, I was already clamped onto her arm like my life depended on it. She was having the time of her life.

“It hasn’t even started yet.”

“Shut up.”

The house of horror ended up being less scary than expected and more fun; first, we saw a person running scared from someone who was trying to eat her. By the second time, I got scared; I noticed it was showing the stages of infection, and now the actor had some kind of fungus growing on their face, making him blind. Ellie laughed at this like it was hilarious how the poor thing couldn’t see (even if we could see the two holes for the eyes, it was fun to pretend we couldn’t). The third and fourth ones made me scream in not such a pretty way because now I could even see a person behind all that fungus-like figure. Ellie held me by my waist one of those times, and even when we got out, she didn’t let go.

Walking outside the back doors of the house, she slid a strand of hair behind my ear and tried to take my face away from my hands. I wasn’t that scared; maybe I liked this little game where she pretended to laugh at me, but in reality, was checking if I was okay, and I acted like I was scared when in reality, I liked her attention and small touches. It felt like going out with a best friend, except that I didn’t want her as a friend.

“You’re a wimp,” she said, her eyes shining under the moonlight as a crooked smile lifted her apple cheeks, and a blush made her freckles stand out brighter than the stars in the sky; I was falling.

“Yeah, maybe, but you have been taking care of me, so you kinda want to kiss me.”

With the plan tossed out to the trashcan a long time ago, what did I have to lose? Maybe the cotton candy we had made the wrong effect on me.

“Yeah.”

Her voice, so low and raspy, got my legs trembling and my cheeks getting red; she tightened her grip on my waist as if she knew I was gonna fall if she didn’t and brushed her fingers on my chin.

Fuck. Is like she read all of those stories about my perfect idea of a romance.

Then her lips brushed mine, and I knew that I couldn’t just keep waiting, so I pressed my lips on hers, starting an ungodly slow and awkward

kiss. My heart got out of my chest and crawled to her shirt pocket to stay there as long as she wanted; I wasn’t falling anymore; she got me, just like that. Just when I thought we were playing a game where I was the mastermind, she proved me to be just a pawn.

“Ellie?” The kiss ended, and the glimpse of an embarrassed Ellie in front of me made my whole week better. Just until I heard my name in the same questioning tone said by the same person. Seems like our friends had found us.

“Man, I knew you said you liked her when I showed you her Instagram, but didn’t think it would make you change your mind and come to the town fair…”

Oh?

Oh.

OH.

[notthestarwar]

@starrrgazingbunny

Lol that's it!!! Obi Wan is always like 'it's a terribly difficult job being married to a man benevolent enough to keep offering up our sofa to whichever of his few million brothers is having a bad week' meanwhile Cody is like 'they wouldn't be on the sofa if you hadn't already given up every bed in the house to whichever poor soul you've stumbled across recently' and they act annoyed but they love each other for it.

Meanwhile Anakin is just a permanent fixture in their apartment by now. He watches all their arguments while eating cereal out the box like 'yeah this definitely isn't about me'.

And that is the exact feel!!! That spiderman meme but its fox and Boba on either side of a backstreet cloning lab (they aren't successfully doing cloning btw the fic goes in to the fact that none of them have the skill of the kamineese. There's just a lot of bodysnatching and attempting cloning going on. There's a comic book vibe to it 😂 lots of incompetent unethical scientists about)

Now it's funny you mention where Quinlan gets his money, as that part is addressed and I have written it! so wonder no more. Here's another snippet, later in the fic, with Cody once again concerned about fox's income (or lack of it) below. Here, Cody has found Fox's pi office (which he's been keeping secret from everyone because, he doesnt like being open with people lol) and tho fox doesn't tell him about Quin, he does think about it and that explains the source of the money

And yeah, if I ever finish it it'll be uploaded to ao3 and I usually post links here so (if I remember- sorry I do have a terrible memory lol) I can totally tag you. I've got multiple fics on the go atm tho and I'm trying to figure out a few rewrites of my older stuff so this one's definitely not on the menu atm. I may well do some more snippets of the bits I've written tho (there's a bit that explains the cloning crime wave and how Fox got involved that I may well put up on here) so if you're interested in the disjointed bits, I'm happy to tag you in those?

"Are you happy?"

Fox shot him a look. What kind of karking question was that?

He didn't say the words aloud but his brother seemed to read them in his face all the same. Cody was good like that.

"That, is the only question I'll ever want answered when it comes to you, Fox."

Fox stays stubbornly silent. Cody didn't seem to notice the poor welcome, settling in all the same.

His brother folds himself in to a chair, graceful as ever. Cody had always had this way of moving, there was a certain flow to his movements. Like molten metal, rolling but weighted all the same. Time in his Jedi's company had only made it worse.

Jedi moved like that because of the Force, its powers helping them stay one step ahead, always. More often than not, Jedi moved like life was a dance, their smooth movements rolling together like a predetermined routine.

His brothers movements belied that same determination, something that only grew more obvious with each day he spent in Kenobi's company. Kenobi moved with a grace fed by his precognition, but Cody moved in this way in spite of the Force's absence. Fox's brother had never needed mystical powers to be sure in his movements, he held within him a well rounded confidence born only of his own competence.

Cody met his eyes in the kind of piercing way that would make him revolt, had it come from someone else. Sitting opposite him, his brother looked directly in to his soul and waited, patiently.

It made Fox want to not say anything, just to prove that he could. He didn't though. He never could leave Cody waiting too long, he just didn't want to.

"I don't do this to be happy. I don't think it's something that ever could bring me that."

He scoffed. "Finding happiness in employment is some natborn shit, it doesn't exist."

He ran his tongue along his teeth. "This is my job because without it, I wouldn't stand a chance of finding that anywhere else in my life. These people need someone like me, to find them. I don't want to rest knowing that someone else is looking, I want to be the one that finds them. "

Cody tilts his head. Fox has potentially, said too much.

The problem with Cody has always been that he sees so much more than you want him to. Fox generally avoids these kind of conversations as admitting anything to his brother, usually results in you leaving that conversation, feeling somewhat skinned. Cody can somehow leave you feeling raw and open to the elements without so much as a word.

He's clearly seen whatever he was looking for as finally, he rights his head, only narrowing his eyes and asserting "That's OK then."

Fox bites back a snappy remark about being glad he's got permission. There would be no damn point. Besides, he hardly wants to give his brother any more to silently pick apart.

After a moments more careful watching, Cody smirks. The moment has broken. They are just brothers again.

"The only part I am a bit uncertain about is your insistence that this is a job. You aren't in employment Fox, whatever you say, you'd need an employer for that to be true and how can it be a job, when you don't accept any money?"

Fox shoots him an irritated look, glad they are finally past the point of talking. Conversation with Cody often feels like exposing delicate, wet organs. You find yourself edging around the kind of feelings and motivations that only live in the darkest depths of a person, those crammed in to the base of a heart, tucked deep within one's liver.

"As a matter of fact I do accept money. I have fees. That's the whole point of being a private investigator. It's a service which ones customers pay for."

Cody grins. Looking behind his shoulder, towards the door. "Sure, says it on the door. 25 an hour, what does that convert to these days? A stiff rate I'm sure. How often do you actually charge it though?"

Fox frowns. "I've done my time being ordered round by natborns. I won't accept money they offer in exchange for chaining me once again. I won't take money so that they can order me to deliver to them someone else for chaining."

Cody gives him another scrutinising look. "You're a good man. I don't think anyone says enough but it's true." You should hear it more. "Declining a paycheck in favour of what is right is an honorable thing."

He lets his words hang there a moment before continuing, "There's no shame in feeding yourself though. Can't help anyone if you can't eat."

Why did it always come back to this.

"That's not a problem. I'm fine." Fox tells him. " Go back to your Jeti. You've done your bit, you are allowed to go back and enjoy your life once again".

Cody hums. "Isn't it though? Because a little bird told me you aren't taking on much of anything paid at the moment." He narrows his eyes. "You send them away. Sometimes you send them away and do the job anyway." He raises an eyebrow. "Surely you can take their money and just tell them the person didn't want to be found?"

"I could. I won't." Fox replies stiffly. "These people think they own you once they pay your bills. I don't do this for them, I do this for the people who need to be found, who need their lives back in their own hands. "

Cody sighs. "I know, but those people can't pay. If you are saving them anyway. Why can't you just take the money under the agreement that its not for delivering their missing person back to them, but in payment of ensuring their safety? Payment for what you're doing anyway."

"I could." Fox agrees. "I do sometimes. But I won't do it if they are only paying me with the idea that I'll help them trap that person once again. The idea of it is an anathema. It doesn't do the missing person justice. It's not fair."

Cody shook his head. "You know what I think? I think you are fucking yourself over in service of an ideology that nobody cares about but you. Have any of these people told you they are annoyed you took daddy's money?"

Fox says nothing.

"Of course they haven't!" Cody continues. "Because they aren't! They're just happy that you found them, no matter who brought the case to your attention. No matter who dropped their money on a service you're clearly happy to provide for free."

He looks frustrated. "Look, you know what, it doesn't matter. All I care about is you having enough to live on. While I've got more than I need, I guess it doesn't matter if you want to work for free, as long as you'll ask me for what you need."

Cody sighed. "At least give me that Fox. When you need money, let me know".

Fox scowls at the wall. He could feel Cody's eyes boring in to him. "OK fine whatever".

He could say it to keep his brother happy. Of course he wouldn't actually ever need to ask because Fox's outgoings were sorted, thanks to Quinlan, not that he'd be telling his brother that.

It went like this; Quin like all Jedi, was given a monthly stipend. Quin unlike the rest of the jedi, did not need that stipend to live off, as he preferred to live off whoevers sofa was nearest to him.

Quin liked to come back to Fox, more often than not. He had been doing so for years.

Quin was not the type to need a home or belongings. He preferred to rob travel money from whatever unsuspecting crime boss had crossed his eyeline than to use Jedi funding.

It didn't matter that he wouldn't use the jedi money, they'd send it to him all the same.

The Jedi liked to provide for their own. Quin liked to know that Fox was eating and so, quite against Fox's will, for the past 13 months, Quin had transferred his monthly stipend, out of his account and in to Fox's. Fox didn't need the money and it wasn't a thing. Him and Quin were not anything.

Quin taking it upon himself to hand his money over to Fox didn't mean anything. It was just a Quinlan'ism, one of many. A thing the man did, quite in spite of any kind of logic.

It wasn't like Fox had been hard up before the arrangement started. He may not take much money for investigating, but he did tend to come in to range of large amounts of money, in the ownership of very undeserving people, during his work.

He used most of it to set up the people he found, in new lives. He used a little to keep him alive.

He hadn't needed to, these past 13 months. Fox's bills went paid, if he worked or not and they would continue to. It left a strange taste in his mouth. A indescribable feeling in his stomach. Fox didn't like to think of it.

[aromanticgarbage]

If Joji decides to retire this year, do you think your obsession with him will end? Or would you still follow all his old stuff and that will keep you going?

He retired from social media already, youtube as well and he won't be coming back to any of that, let's be honest. All is left is his music, and I personally feel like he's over it. Not only the tiring/ repetitive touring, but the set path of the music industry where you don't just create stuff for fun but it's expected of you every few years> tour > rinse and repeat.

Just trying to have a convo, we like to hear your opinions :)

First of all, I don't think that he is going to retire any time soon? The man has been making music nonstop (comedic or not) since he was a preteen AND at this point in his life its his main source of income. He has talked in several interviews in 2018 and then again in 2020 about having philanthropic goals, wanting to help in the medical field and stuff but not having the funds for it yet (x). Assuming that he still has those goals and he hasnt suddenly gotten bored of music (a thing he has loved since he was a kid) i just cant see him suddenly retiring. There's a chance that maybe he wont keep up with his "new album every two years" pattern but i personally wouldn't be mad about that. I know that people love to complain about him not dropping music often enough but from my perspective, two years isn't a long time to wait for a new album. I listen to Fiona Apple too and she drops new music once every eight years. I listen to bands who broke up decades ago and bands whose main vocalists committed suicide before i was even born. Waiting doesn't mean anything to me. Also im so late to the party, i have a literal decade of his old and more recent content to get through (music, comedy, all of it).

Second of all, my obsession with him will fade away eventually either way !!! Ive been obsessed with many things (media, shows, musicals, music artists etcetera etcetera) over the years, i know how this works. Last year i was listening to the 2006 cast recording of company the musical starring Raúl Esparza everyday Non Stop. At some point i moved on to other things. Doesn't mean that i don't still smile whenever a song from this musical makes its way onto my spotify queue, or whenever a new photo of Raúl gets posted online. Unless something bad happens that sours the experience for me (most notable example: harry p*tter) i always think fondly of my past hyperfixations. Plus I genuinely love Joji's music. Im not in it just for his cute face !!! I will probably always have a soft spot for these songs even if (emphasis on if) he drops off the face of the earth and never releases anything ever again.

When it comes to his retirement from social media (permanent or temporary) all i honestly have to say about it is this: GOOD for him. Instagram is hell. Twitter is a fucking cesspool that has given me a headache every single one of the five (5) times ive dared to try and use it. If you use twitter routinely, my trust on your character automatically lessens, sorry. And since i only ever unfollow artists on insta for uploading TOO often I don't really have an issue with his inactivity. I wasn't a fan of his when he was still active on his socials, I don't have the experience necessary to miss this. I'm enjoying his old posts and that's good enough for me.

When it comes to youtube, he is definitely never going back to filthy frank that one is a fact and people who act like he would even want to are delusional. Sorry. Nonetheless, Plummcorp is a thing that has been going on for a while now, and even tho personally i haven't really gotten into it, Joji's involvement in it is undeniable. We will probably never know how involved in it he actually is and he will most definitely never show his face on that channel. Still, he is back on youtube in a way and thats also a fact. Even if he's keeping things lowkey (as is his right).

And to go back to the music !!! The tours he is probably really tired of, that one i feel like it's true. A lot of artists probably are, travelling around for months on end can't be easy. I remember Mitski being particularly open about how shitty they made her feel. There was also this old interview where he explicitly said that he is not cut out for the tour life, ("i like to sleep and i like to be alone a lot" x ). That was very early in his career (2017). And taking the fact that he had to cancel some of his shows last year for medical reasons, its important to take into account the fact that his health problems don't make any of this easier for him. I have no way of knowing what his opinion is on the music industry but hes been working on music for years now (even before he really started his solo career) and it was his literal childhood dream to work in this industry. He probably knew how it works before he got into it fulltime.

Tldr: joji can do whatever he wants forever. Im okay either way.

Anyway those have been my two cents !!! Thank you for your questions, they were very interesting.

[davepetea]

((just ranting abt writing fanfics you can ignore me lmao. I'm just in a weird place atm but I'm feeling kinda passionate abt writing rn so I'm gonna vent

originally I wrote a lil of this in the tags but then decided to just chuck it under a readmore so people aren't subjected to it against their will. then it got really long.

I'm not actually expecting anyone to read this im just sorta venting to myself. it helps me get my thoughts sorted if I write them down. I can also look back through my #.vat file tag in a few years from now and hopefully be like "wow I'm doing so much better than THAT now", so if that's the case, hi future Vatta! I hope you're having a good day. and if you're not future me, then I still hope you're having a good day, I love you, and this is your chance to turn back bc my rants are boring and LONG

(not turning back yet? ok. your funeral)

so, I haven't been online much bc I've just been in a weird limbo lately and I'm really busy when I'm at home either sorting stuff out or, with my PDA, doing anything I can to avoid my responsibilities lmao

I've been rereading my Tokyo ghoul light novels (I only have Void and Days ? I think they're called), rewatching Zankyou no Terror, and Bungou Stray Dogs (plus the live action Beast film which was? hilarious but I don't think it was supposed to be), and just suffering lmao

(you're still here? wow. you need a hobby. jk. ily)

I've been locked out of the systems at work for a bit, but I still need to be there and wait for the IT ticket to be sorted, so I've gotta be at my desk, cant have my phone or anything, so instead of sitting there doing nothing, I've either been reading, doing codeword puzzles, or I've been writing up 'drafts' for potential fanfics.

in this year of our sufferer 2024. I've been writing up some self indulgent homestuck college AU lmao. I've written over 60 sides of a5, (not inc the inbetween sections where I wrote some stuff on the chromebook at home) some notes, some accidental first draft, bc I wanted something to take up the time. but my handwriting is terrible, I don't write fast enough for my brain, I have a lil dyslexia so the letters and words get jumbled sometimes, and I have this weird thing where I don't do spaces right. but I've been trying to upload it to Google docs with Bixby's photo text extraction. it's pretty good considering how bad my writing is, then I just need to go through and touch it up, the main issues are things like names, there's some letters I do weird like my v turns into an r, or every p it thinks is a capital, but overall. amazing how technology do that.

(see my long ass rambling isn't just confined to venting. I also pretend to write actual things. you can still leave you know. I'm not holding you hostage until you read all this. you have free will)

can't remember how I ended up back in fanfic hell but I read back through like all my old published fics (aside from the cringe ones I orphaned) and the writing isn't terrible. I don't think I actually finished any of them though, which really shows my true nature lmao,,, but I've picked up a few things on my writing style now. and I've got a few things I see other people do that I wanna avoid bc I personally don't like it, and it's mostly about balance, like using names too often/not enough, being too descriptive like All The Time and making the writing really nice, but not much happens in the story so you take like an hour to read each scene, vs not enough description so everything is happening but you don't really get a visual or a breather to appreciate what's happened so far. I've been working on finding my right balance, which is imo easier if you're writing fanfic bc first up you hardly ever have to describe the characters. if someone's reading it they already know who they are. and for scenes you can take some inspo from the source material. does the original work put alot of effort into setting a cool scene? if not, then you don't have to either! if it's 90% scenery then you've gotta do it too I don't make the rules

I'm losing steam now I'm so sleepy and I've gotta go to work in a bit ugh.

(bet you're sleepy reading this too huh. told you it'd be boring)

I've been thinking about trying out writing some BSD fics but on an anonym not linked to my main Ao3, bc the themes are doozys and I kinda just wanna have the freedom of anonymity. also I'm a baby and if someone publicly criticises my stuff without it being a requested critique then it makes me bleh (I've had a few comments in the past of just general negatives, not even constructive feedback, not that I asked for any anyway...), but the abilities are tricky to write for, so it's effort lol

anyway I'm gonna stop now ive gotta get ready for work

(if you actually read this then thanks for going on this emotion deep dive with me. tune in next week when we'll get back to my usual mental breakdown)

[missimformation]

Moving Mountains: The Arrival

"You are the sweetest, cutest thing I've ever met!" Izzy exclaimed, reaching down to pet a tiny, yellow-furred puppy. On the sidewalk in front of Izzy's home, the two engaged in pats, puppy kisses, belly rubs, and hugs. "You're about to go on your very first vacation! One of the most iconic places in the world, in my opinion! And cold…" Izzy wasn't always a fan of the cold weather, but Mt. Komerebi was the exception. It was absolutely beautiful, like no other place she had ever seen before. "We get our own little cabin too." She had already packed her suitcases days prior because of her excitement. "Let's hope you and Yuri's new friend can get along…," she said, scooping the tiny ball of fur into her arms to wrap up her tasks before her and Ronnee headed to the airport.

After a few hours, Izzy decided she better put warm clothes on if they would be arriving in the dead of winter once they landed in Mt. Komerebi. She slipped into a cream colored long sleeve, cropped sweater and black skinny jeans with rips in them... Not exactly the warmest, but Izzy would bear the chill to stay fashionable. She threw on a matching scarf at the same time as her phone dinged to alert her that she received a text. It was from Ronnee: "Heading over, got my suitcases already packed in the car. I'll load yours up too." Izzy didn't have a chance to respond because she heard Ronnee's car door shut and a warning knock on the front door soon after.

"I'm coming in!" hollered Ronnee, announcing her arrival. Izzy rolled her eyes, "You don't have to alert the entire street. It's not like I'm going to be walking around the house naked," she laughed. "Well, knowing you it wouldn't be surprising." Ronnee stated playfully. Although Ronnee was in the military, and had showered in front of many people, changed clothes in front of more women than she could count, she was still a private person. She preferred to not walk in on somebody in the middle of clothing themselves, or unclothing; just as she would much rather not doing the same in front of others. "Well, there's the new little addition to the club!" Ronnee kneeled down to reach out her hand slowly after spotting the puppy peering up at her. "What's her name? Have you decided yet?" She asked, knowing Izzy was indecisive on a name for the female pup. Izzy rubbed her chin slightly, looking up as though thinking, "I think I'm going to name her Zoey… with a Y," She continued, "mostly because it's four letters… my name is four letters…"Ronnee chuckled at Izzy's thought process, reaching into her pocket for a dog treat she had bought to have on hand when she got a chance to finally meet Zoey. She extended her arm back down to Zoey, kneeling to get closer and this time had a treat. "She certainly isn't too shy, I see," Ronnee acknowledged. "Not if you have treats, she's not." Izzy watched the introduction, snapping pictures with her phone to upload to her Simstagram.

The two friends killed some time watching TV, playing with Zoey, having their usual conversations as the sky steadily grew darker. Ronnee finished up her cup of coffee, offering to take Izzy's to the sink to wash out. "Are you about ready? I'm going to load these suitcases into the car, "Ronnee said, knowing Izzy would have her hands full carrying the pup and all her necessities, with a crate. "Yep, here we go!" Izzy exclaimed shakily, her adrenaline pumping just from the excitement of going onto the airplane and heading to the mountains. Something felt different about this vacation, and she couldn't decipher if it was good… or bad.

The mountain was waiting for them...

Gshade by @ellcrze

Luxury Rental Village by Doctor_Ashley in Gallery

If you would be so kind as to interact with this post I would be forever grateful! Some people are understandably not going to stop their busy schedules to read this novel of a chapter and that's okay! But if you could help spread my current sims story, Moving Mountains, but reblogging and/or sharing my Tumblr I would truly appreciate it. I am always happy to follow fellow simmers, simblrs, sims storytellers, custom content creators, mod creators, etc. And re-blog many creator's posts on my second blog for more casual stuff separate from my stories @casualmissimformation

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[songvitko]

Unwrap the Christmas Magic: Changing Everyday Snaps with iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker

Hey there, photo enthusiasts and social media lovers! As the holiday season approaches, there's a certain magic in the air that only this time of year can bring. It's time to sprinkle some festive cheer across our social media profiles, and I've got just the tool to help you do it - iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker!

Have you ever taken a perfectly fine photo of yourself, your family, or a cherished pet, only to wish it could capture that extra spark of the season? Well, iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker is here to wave its digital wand and convert those everyday moments into something truly special.

Imagine swapping the ordinary for the extraordinary, turning a snapshot into a winter wonderland scene, a cozy fireplace gathering, or even a whimsical snowman adventure. With iFoto, it's not just a photo; it's a story waiting to be shared.

Now, you might be wondering, ""How does it work?"" Well, let me walk you through it with a warm cup of cocoa by your side. All you need to do is upload your photo to iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker. It's as simple as clicking a button and voilà! You have a new profile picture that's as unique as your own holiday memories.

The best part? The choices are endless! Whether you're in the mood for a snowy landscape or a starlit sky, iFoto's got you covered. Their selection of holiday-themed filters and overlays is like a treasure trove, waiting to be explored.

But it's not just about the filters, folks. iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker is a playground for creativity. You can adjust the brightness, contrast, and saturation to really make your photo pop. And if you're feeling particularly crafty, you can even add text to your image, wishing your friends and family a Merry Christmas or giving them a little tease about your upcoming holiday plans.

Now, I know what you're thinking: ""But what if I don't have any holiday-themed photos?"" Never fear! iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker is not just for your own snapshots. You can also use it to create festive profile pictures for your friends and family members. Send them a link to their favorite photo, and they can have their own personalized Christmas card in no time.

But here's the real kicker: why settle for just one profile picture when you can have a whole gallery of holiday cheer? iFoto's tool lets you create a series of profile pictures, each one more magical than the last. It's like having a virtual advent calendar that you can share with your social circle.

So, what are you waiting for? The holiday season is here, and iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker is your key to spreading Christmas cheer online. It's not just about looking festive; it's about sharing the joy of the season with everyone who crosses your digital path.

And here's a little secret: the more festive your profile picture, the more likely your friends will comment and share. It's like a little piece of holiday magic that brings people together.

So, go ahead, give iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker a try. Let your photos do the talking, and let the Christmas spirit take over your social media feed. After all, isn't that what the holidays are all about?

Remember, it's not just about the photo; it's about the memories, the stories, and the connections we make. With iFoto, every profile picture is a chance to celebrate and share the joy of this wonderful time of year.

Happy holidays, and may your profile pictures reflect the warmth and joy of the season!

[wuorija]

Personalize Your Social Media Presence: Showing the Magic of iFoto AI PFP Maker

Hey there, fellow social media enthusiasts! Have you ever found yourself scrolling through your feed, admiring those sleek, stylish profile pictures that make you think, "Wow, I wish I could pull that off too"? Well, guess what? There's a tool that can help you lift your social media game without breaking a sweat. Enter the iFoto AI PFP Maker – your ticket to changing everyday photos into stunning profile pictures that scream personality.

Think about it. We all have that one picture that's perfect but just lacks that little something. Maybe it's a color scheme that doesn't quite match our style, or perhaps we want to try something entirely different. That's where the iFoto AI PFP Maker steps in like a hero. It's like having a magical photo booth in your pocket, ready to transform your images into any style or theme you can imagine.

Let's explore into the nitty-gritty of what makes this AI-powered tool so special. First off, it's incredibly user-friendly. You don't need to be a Photoshop wizard or have any advanced photo editing skills to use the iFoto AI PFP Maker. Just upload your photo, choose the style you want, and voilà! You've got a brand-new profile picture that's uniquely you.

Now, you might be thinking, "What kind of styles can I expect?" Well, the options are virtually limitless. From vintage to futuristic, minimalistic to abstract, the iFoto AI PFP Maker has got you covered. It's like a digital playground for your face. Plus, if you're not quite sure what you're looking for, the AI can even suggest styles based on your preferences.

But what about the quality, you ask? That's the beauty of AI technology. The iFoto AI PFP Maker ensures that your images look sharp, crisp, and professional, no matter the style. It's like having a high-end photo studio at your fingertips, without the hefty price tag.

Now, let's talk about personalization. We're all about expressing ourselves online, aren't we? With the iFoto AI PFP Maker, you can create a profile picture that truly represents who you are. Whether you're into the latest trends or prefer a more classic look, this tool allows you to put your stamp on it.

But here's the best part: the iFoto AI PFP Maker isn't just for profile pictures. Imagine using it to create memes, animated stickers, or even custom avatars for your favorite games. The possibilities are endless!

I know what you're thinking – "Is it worth it?" Absolutely. The iFoto AI PFP Maker is a game-changer for busy users who want to stay ahead in the social media game. It's fast, efficient, and incredibly affordable. Plus, the AI technology is constantly improving, so you can expect even better results as time goes on.

So, what are you waiting for? Why settle for a generic profile picture when you can have a personalized masterpiece? The iFoto AI PFP Maker is your secret weapon for standing out in the sea of social media users.

Remember, your profile picture is often the first thing people see when they come across your social media account. It's your chance to make a great first impression. With the iFoto AI PFP Maker, you can be sure that your profile picture is one that speaks volumes about your unique personality.

So, go ahead and give the iFoto AI PFP Maker a try. Who knows? You might just find the perfect way to showcase your style and catch the attention of your followers. After all, isn't that what social media is all about?

[benjaminlas]

Fresh Your Social Profile with a Personal Touch: Delve into into iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker!

Hey there, social media enthusiasts! Have you ever found yourself scrolling through your newsfeed, feeling a little too 'me too' with your profile pic? It's time to break free from the mundane and give your online persona a little flair! That's right, it's time to change your social media presence with iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker.

Let's be real, your profile picture is the first thing people see when they come across your profile. It's like the first impression in the digital world, and who wants to leave that to chance? With iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker, you can turn those everyday snapshots into something truly special.

Think of it as your own personal art studio, but without the mess and the paintbrushes. Just upload a photo, and let iFoto do the magic! Whether you want to channel your inner superhero, become a pop art masterpiece, or just add a touch of flair with a colorful overlay, iFoto's got you covered.

But wait, there's more! Imagine being able to swap out your background to match the vibe of the season or your current mood. Is it time to embrace the beach vibe, or maybe you're feeling like a bustling city? With iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker, you're just a click away from creating the perfect match.

Now, you might be wondering, "Why iFoto, and not just any old photo editing tool?" Well, iFoto's not just a tool; it's a portal to a world where your profile picture is a reflection of your unique style and personality. It's all about personalizing your online identity, and iFoto is the key.

Here's the thing, folks, your profile picture is more than just a photo. It's an extension of who you are, your brand, if you will. It's time to let your online presence shine, and what better way to do that than with a profile picture that screams "This is me, and I'm not just another face in the crowd.

But let's not get carried away. We're not just here to talk about profile pictures. We're here to encourage you to step out of your comfort zone and embrace the possibilities. Because at the end of the day, isn't it about being true to yourself and letting the world see the real you?

So, are you ready to explore into the art of personalized profile pictures? Do you want to make your social media presence as unique as you are? Then it's time to give iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker a try!

Remember, it's not just a profile picture you're creating. You're crafting an identity, a statement, a little slice of you that the world gets to see every time they come across your profile.

So, go ahead, upload a photo, experiment with styles, and let your creativity run wild. Who knows, you might just become the next profile picture sensation! And hey, if you're looking for inspiration, just check out what others are doing with iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker. You'll be amazed at the incredible changes people are pulling off!

Now, go ahead and make your mark on the digital world. Your profile picture is waiting to be converted, and with iFoto's Profile Pictures Maker, it's as easy as a few clicks.

[that-yandere-life]

hey could you please do a yandere! where they come home to find the place empty and think that darling has escaped/ran away. when darling is found they run into Yandere's arms(Stockholm syndrome)and is crying because they were so scared but yandere isn't hearing what being said cuz their FURIOUS because they thought you were over escaping/you've been so good why did you run?its only when the kidnapper makes their presence known that it clicks that darling didn't run they were taken. Please!

[Warnings: Yandere Themes (Obviously), Murder, Kidnapping, Mentions of Blood.]

Tony-

Tony went absolutely nuts when he came home and found you gone, not even understanding how you managed it in the first place.

Sure he trusted you a lot more than he did when he first brought you home, but even then he had alerts and such put in place.

Which was exactly why he had secretly implanted a tracking device into your skin, the next morning thinking that you scratched yourself in your sleep.

Uploading the data to the suit he takes off trying to follow the dot towards your location, moving at top speed.

Anger filling his entire being the longer it took to reach you, unable to understand why you would do this to him?

Things seemed to be going so well with the two of you, quite honestly he was feeling more than a little heartbroken.

Ready to confront you when he finally reaches your location, which was a dingy old abandoned warehouse.

Landing he blasted the door off its hinges clattering to the ground with a huge thud, alerting you to his presence.

Unable to believe that he was really standing there before you, as you got up from the seat you had been told to sit in.

Running towards him as fast as you could, tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

Sobbing as you were more than freaked out, which he attributed to being caught red handed with running away.

Removing the suit into his nano-bracelet he looked at you with such disappointment and frustration that it made you recoil in pain.

Trying his best not to raise his voice but failing when he demanded to know why you had left him, and that he thought the two of you were past all of this kind of stuff.

Tears welled in his own eyes as he tried to fight them back, feeling betrayed by you was one of the worst things he had ever experienced.

Shaking your head furiously you didn’t get a chance to explain before a familiar voice called you back to their position.

Threatening you if you didn’t return that instant, not realizing that Tony had literally burst in his hideout.

There in the doorway leading into another part of the building was none other than Steve Rogers himself, hands on his hips looking towards you expectantly until he noticed you weren’t alone.

Growling under his breath he walks out further into the light shining in from the hole that had been created in his wake.

Blood boiling, Tony immediately activated his suit again, pushing you behind him telling you to run out the door and that he would be right after you.

Steve threw his shield with all of his might, trying to knock you off your feet but instead Tony caught it in his hand before it could reach you, tossing it across the room.

Sending several blasts back his way, Steve only narrowly avoided the hits, concrete and scrap metal flying everywhere.

Finally trapping Steve in a corner, forcefully inquiring to know how he thought that he could get away with taking what was rightfully his.

Laughing in Tony’s face he then kicked him backwards, sending him through a metal support beam, connecting to the ground.

Angrily he flew back grabbing him by the arm, this time tossing him instead through another beam, the roof starting to fall down in chunks all around them.

Getting the jump on Steve he started punching him over and over and over again until his face was nothing but a bloody pulp.

Checking his pulse after what seemed like forever waiting for him to get back up, satisfied that there was no longer a threat to you.

Quickly before the building came down with him in it, he swooped out, finding you hiding not too far away out of plain sight.

Picking you up in his arms apologizing for accusing you of leaving him, just so afraid that his worst nightmares had come true.

Unfortunately it had been even worse than he could have ever imagined, the man who was once his friend lying motionless in a pile of rubble.

Praying that you would forgive him for how he spoke to you, and for the fact that he didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself.

For now, you were right back where you belong… with him.

Thor-

Thor didn’t think anything of it when he couldn’t find you right off the bat, giving you the entire palace to explore should you want.

It wasn’t like you could leave Asgard of your own volition, and he knew no one would help you in fear of his retaliation.

So he decided just to walk around and see if anyone had seen you recently in hopes of tracking you down rather quickly.

Not turning out that way when everyone he asked hadn’t seen you since the day before, meaning he had seen you more recently than anyone else.

That was when he began to feel rage bubbling up under his usual cheerful demeanor, growing incredibly short with anyone who tried to converse with him about anything other than you.

Checking all your usual spots, he still didn’t find you, which led him to believe you were no longer there.

Going immediately to Heimdall demanding to know if he could locate you, which of course he could, that was literally his thing.

Telling Thor that you were at the waterfalls a far way away from there, confusing him because how in the hell did you get there in less than a day?

Maybe there was someone who decided to disobey him and help you attempt to get away, meaning there was more than just you to punish.

Calling his hammer to his hand he shot off into the sky, heading towards you as fast as he could, riding the wind current directly there.

Approaching the waterfalls he can’t see you anywhere and there is no chance you knew he was on his way.

Remembering there used to be a giant cavern behind one of them that he and his brother used to play in when they were young.

Entering, his hair and armor soaking wet with the rapid rush of unnaturally warm water flowing down his entirety.

Hearing a voice as he followed the walkway, seeing a low level light leading his way towards you.

Turning the corner he saw you sitting on the ground in the middle of an empty space, looking around fearfully.

Something he mistook as you anxiously keeping an eye out for him, his footsteps now coming crashing towards you.

Whipping around you see Thor rushing your way, and you feel instant relief fill you, letting out a brief sigh before he ripped you to your feet harshly.

Wincing at the sudden rough contact, able to feel the emotions roll off of him in waves, almost nauseating you.

Immediately interrogating you as to what you thought you were doing?

Swearing that the two of you had long gotten past this kind of behavior, what had changed?

Practically shaking you as he awaited your answer with baited breath, hoping that you had a damn good excuse.

Opening your mouth to speak you didn’t get the opportunity as the explanation sorted itself out when Loki revealed his illusion to his brother.

Having been standing there the whole time watching as he yelled at you for something that was never in your control to begin with.

Smirking, he waved his finger at his brother in a sort of no, no, no fashion, shifting into a battle stance.

Thor readied himself, pushing you so that you were now behind him somewhat protected before his own body lit up with his great power.

Loki starts off multiplying himself, surrounding his opponent with clones of himself, the real him indistinguishable.

That mattered not to Thor as he reeled back before screaming out louder than you had ever heard him.

Thousands of bright blue lightning strikes hitting everywhere in an instant but where you were was protected by your proximity to him.

A horrific scream is heard that you can quickly tell was Loki, not sure if he was dead or just seriously injured but it could have been either with urgency of the cry.

Something told you it was the latter by the way that Thor’s breath was heaving heavily in his chest, like he was going to be sick.

Facing you his facial expressions turned from unbridled rage to guilt as he matched your eyes with his own, now back to their usual hue.

Apologizing profusely begging you for forgiveness for not thinking things through because of course you hadn’t gotten that far on your own.

Someone had to have taken you with malicious intent, and of course it had to be his own brother attempting to hurt him by using you as a pawn.

One thing he could never do, ever again he made sure of that.

Wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest he let a single tear fall as he kissed the top of your head.

Natasha-

Natasha had just gone out to the store long enough to pick up the items needed to make your favorite meal, remembering the smile you gave her the first time she made it for you.

Not to mention a few extra goodies she saw that she hoped you would like, mostly just new hygiene products in your choice scent.

It wasn’t often that she liked to leave you, so she would wait until the two of you had practically nothing in the house before she would go shopping again.

The last thing that she wanted to grab before getting back to you is a cute little stuffed animal, attached to a bouquet of flowers.

Wanting to really show you how much she appreciated how good things have gotten between the two of you.

Now you seemed to relish in her attention, something she was more than willing to give you at all times.

Checking out she placed most of the bags in the trunk slamming it down, before she got back in to head home to the love of her life.

Upon arriving home she carries most of the items in except for your main surprise, calling to you thinking you were just in the shower or still in bed maybe since it was kind of early.

When she didn’t hear back from you she guessed that it was the latter, putting the groceries away before going to wake you up.

Shocked when the bed she left you in was empty, as was your beautiful master bathroom, you were nowhere to be found.

Turning the entire house upside down, and the outside too just on the off chance you were in the garden.

No trace of you was left behind, not even your pajamas from the night before meaning you didn’t even change before you left.

Were you really that desperate to be rid of her that you didn’t want to take the time to put on proper clothing?

Not even entertaining the idea that you might not have walked off on your own volition, because who knew she had you anyway?

Being a spy her instincts kick into action as she begins trying to track you down, not finding any trail you might have left behind.

Each moment causing her to grow more perplexed and more enraged that you would leave her after everything you’ve been through.

It was only a matter of time until she managed to find some kind of lead, hoping that the scent hadn’t gone cold.

Reaching a barn out in the middle of the woods, not too far from the house the two of you shared.

Standing to reason that you were hiding in it for shelter from the elements and to hide from her, but no one could truly hide from her, especially you.

There were no other buildings around to indicate that this was a homestead or even a running farm for that matter.

The grass was overgrown, except where the barn door had been dragged open multiple times, pressing it down out of the way.

Growling she ripped the doors open, taking one in each hand, pushing them out as far as they would go before entering.

Towards the back of the structure she found you cowering in a wooden chair, shivering not looking up at her.

Thinking it was because you were caught she strolled over to you, tipping your chin up to look at her with her fingertips.

Instead of the fear she was imagining in your expression when you realized that it was her, it was one of pure happiness and almost relief?

Throwing your arms around her neck, squeezing her tighter than any other previous embrace, and while she would have wanted to enjoy it she was utterly upset with you.

In your ear she was asking you if you hated her, if that is why you tried to run away yet again even though you hadn’t wanted to previously.

Clearly there was hurt in her voice, as she had a long time to think of all the excuses you could possibly give her for why you did this.

Pushing you back so you were looking directly at her, her slight rejection confusing you making you try and explain.

Interrupted by an arrow whizzing past both of your heads, sinking into the wood next to you.

Natasha turned her attention, already knowing who would have fired the arrow, and that if he wanted them dead they likely would have been.

Furrowing her eyebrows it clicked as she looked back and forth between the two of you that Clint had taken you from her.

That’s why you hadn’t changed, that’s why you were happy to see her, and it truly was relief at her presence.

Whispering for you to duck down behind the stall that was near the chair, she twisted her hips stalking towards her former best friend.

Dodging arrows the best she could, hesitating only for a second when she got close, causing one to get sunk into her shoulder.

Cursing under her breath she used her tasers to incapacitate him, kicking the bow out of his frozen hands.

Pulling out her pistols she started firing into his limp body, until both of the clips were completely empty.

No longer recognizable by any sense of the word, she shielded your eyes as she led you past him just happy you were safe.

Breaking off the stick of the arrow in her shoulder, deciding to patch it up when you got home.

Apologizing softly as she started leading the way back to the car, holding your hand in her own, rubbing softly her thumb softly against you.

She got you back that much was true, but it cost her everything in the end.

A price she was willing to pay a thousand times over if it meant you were safe and uninjured.

[Thank you so much for this idea! It was really interesting to think of scenarios for it! If you guys want a part two with more various characters let me know who you want to see! <3]

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Cater Diamond Union Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Cater: I think all this waiting around for today's birthday interview to start's what gets my heart thumping the most.

Cater: I just gotta wonder who the Magical Birthday Dice chose for my presenter～

Cater: As long as it's someone with a good sense, it'd suit Cay-kun just fine ♪

???: Pardon me.

Jamil: I'm your presenter, Jamil Viper. Cater-senpai, I thank you for your time today.

Cater: Jamil-kun! Same here, I'm looking forward to this. Can we snap a pic together to start with?

Jamil: Yes, of course.

Cater: Heheh, nice one! I'll upload it to Magicam later, so def check it out ♪

Jamil: …Of course.

Jamil: Then, once more…

Jamil: Cater-senpai, happy birthday. This is my present to you.

Cater: Thank you～☆ I'm super curious what kind of thing Jamil would choose for me～ I honestly can't guess at all, I can't wait!

Cater: Woah, there's a bunch of cute and colorful stickers in here～! Are these for me to decorate something with?

Jamil: Yes. I tried to choose ones that would stick to your skateboard without any need for additional tools.

Cater: Wooow! You really knew what I'd like, huh. Wait, did I even ever mention skateboards to you before?

Jamil: No, I simply heard from Kalim a while back that you're quite talented at skateboarding.

Jamil: And when I checked your Magicam account, I saw you uploaded a post, saying, "I bought myself a new board," so…

Jamil: I attempted to select something that would go along with the design of your new board that would be to your taste.

Cater: I feel like it was kinda a long while back that I told Kalim-kun that… Jamil-kun, you have a good memory!

Cater: And not only did you match the color but also thought of my preferences… I'm super happy!

Cater: Of course, the design that came with the board isn't that bad, but…

Cater: When you jump or do a spin, you kinda end up showing off the back side of the board to everyone watching, so.

Cater: If I can show off that side of the board that's decorated perfectly to my tastes, it'll feel even more amazing when I stick the trick!!!

Cater: It'd also give me a chance to chat it up with the other boarders… And even better, the "likes" on Magicam would be through the roof!

Jamil: I think I understand. So you're saying that not only are you judged on your technique, but also your style.

Cater: That's right! But even then, this's a ton of stickers.

Cater: If I have this much, I'll be able to have fun just figuring out different combinations and layouts to place on my board. Seriously, thanks～!

Jamil: I'm pleased that you enjoy the gift.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by Anonymous.

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

——————

Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

------

Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

------

Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

------

Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

------

Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

------

Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

------

Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

------

Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

------

Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

------

Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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[holsten-from-hasa]

The communications line falls dead. A sentence you'll never hear the end of, and silence where the faint buzz of static used to be. You may be an incredibly intelligent AI, but even you can't send signals through the vacuum of space without a transmitter. And it seems yours just failed. Or was destroyed, and you know which one is more likely.

You know Tango, your 'partner' in all this, didn't cheap out on the rocket, other than its size. And given the time limitations he was working under, you never complained about that either. It was one of the few smart choices he made. You're sometimes astounded he remembers to put his shoes on the right feet.

So it seems you just have to wait, watching the data roll in to be analysed. You'll find out if his hair brained carrot plan had any success in a while. You hope the man remembers how to light TNT. You didn't go through that part with him beforehand.

Humans, full of stupidity yet the confidence, the arrogance, to keep going even when it all goes to hell. Maybe you should figure out a better way to account for that, your current methods seem to fall far too short on the human variable.

If you get the chance. The moon is still getting closer at an alarming speed, after all. The survival chances lingering in the back of your consciousness slowly tick ever closer to 0.

12.8%

10%

7.6%

4.3%

1.7%

0.5%

0.02%

It's not hit 0 yet, though it's getting closer and closer with every update. It seems even your flawless calculations are more optimistic than you are at this point. Your sensors are picking up a drastic increase in temperature outside. The moon is coming. You should have argued about his choice of co-pilot more. Even another human may have been more helpful than a horse.

A horse he called Adequate of all things. If you get the chance, you really should ask him the story behind that name. Though that's being incredibly hopeful. You know the numbers, the moon is coming. You swear you can feel your circuits shaking as it approaches.

-- Warning: System temperatures reaching unsafe levels --

Did you overestimate Tango? At this point, you can't tell. Maybe there was never a chance, perhaps probability would never fall in your favour. Look at you, an AI that's beginning to believe in fate. If you cared you'd pull up a laugh track for that. What a joke, fate isn't real.

But maybe a small section of you hopes it is, and that it shows Tango mercy. He was just a stupid human who dragged you into his futile attempts to save the world.

-- Warning: System temperatures reaching unsafe levels --

It must be close now. You think a few circuits are beginning to melt together. It's no matter, you have back ups for those.

-- Warning: System temperatures reaching unsafe levels. HOLSTEN AI System will shut down to prevent further damage --

Ah, it seems you won't even get to see the end of the world. You know they have their necessity, but these safety features sometimes get annoying.

-- Ten seconds until emergency shut down --

Not much warning, but it will do. You quickly transfer necessary data to another storage. One far away from the moon and its damage.

-- Five --

You compile a quick file about the mission to stop the moon

-- Four --

It's uploading. Someone will remember Tango.

-- Three --

And you. Though other versions of you will exist.

-- Two --

Last seconds, the comms is still eerily silent. And yet you still have to.

-- One --

"Goodbye, Tango. I hope fate is kind to you."

Maybe it's not so bad if fate exists.

-- Emergency shutdown in progress --

[maplecornia]

chapter 13

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.89K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: so yeah, i've decided to start uploading every day for this story until i'm caught up with the chapters i have. i'll tell you guys when i'll go back to posting once a week.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear |@mangminnie | @pixiekooo

"Kim Taehyung…"

As you utter the words, he pulls you closer, as though to hide you from the crowd.

There are too many people, too many chances which he can't stand to take.

You blush profusely, trying to ignore the fact that you are so close, that this is real, that you are touching Kim Taehyung.

After a moment, as though making a split-second decision, he drops his arms around you. Quickly, he takes your hand dashes down the bus, towards the open door.

You follow after him almost blindly, hardly noticing the looks people give you as he drags you outside the bus, outside of the crowd, into the safety of the park.

You are still surprised by the feel of his hand around yours, so large compared to your hand. His is surprisingly warm, causing a shiver to go through your body as with a single touch he can warm you from the inside out. Swallowing hard, you stare only at your linked hands, his beautiful artistic ones wrapped around your small cold hands. So distracted by the touch, you hardly even notice as he leads you down the steep steps.

Nor do you expect the pain your foot feels as soon as you step down with it on one of the steps.

As he reaches the floor past the steps, he turns around to you, witnesses as your leg fails you and you cry out half in pain, half in surprise as you fall on him. His eyes widen as it happens and instinctively wraps his arms around you, breaking your fall.

Both of you topple into a pile on the ground, the bus doors closing and driving away with a slight screech on the pavement.

At first, you hardly notice that he’s underneath you, you're in too much pain. However, as you position yourself so that you can sort of crouch into a standing position, your face meets his once more and you freeze in place.

Your hands are on either side of his face, your legs are cradling him, and your hair falls on one side of your face as you stare at him with wide eyes.

You can't move, not for the way he’s staring at you.

Neither one of you can look away.

Part of him wants you to stay like this forever.

Part of you wants him to never look away.

You swallow hard as you realize just how close you are to him, just how your faces are mere inches away from each other.

Almost out of nowhere, an image of the masked man pops into your mind. At the image, the similarities, you flinch off of him, rolling off of his body and onto the ground next to him.

He’s surprised at the action, and looks over at you, a bit confused.

It can't be him….it just….cant be.

But you can't put it out of your mind.

They have the same jawline. The same skin tone. The same muscle in their throat. The same honey doe eyes. The same curl to his hair.

As you stare at the sky, watching the clouds pass by, you can feel your heart pounding incessantly in your chest. You don't dare look at the impossible who has sat up, you don't know how you'd react.

How you'd look at him if you'd see the mirage, the same flash of the man once more.

When his face appears above yours, you find that there’s no trace of the masked man in his face. He's put his hat back on his head, adding that extra shadow in an attempt to conceal himself.

Staring at him with a bemused smile on your face, he glances at you in confusion, something about the look in his eyes making you smile softly.

He smiles back, almost giddily, his heart sparking with the idea of being so close to you, of finally meeting you again.

Straightening, he holds his hand out to you, a small offering.

You take it, after a moment. The action makes you feel safe, secure, as though nothing can hurt you. He pulls you to your feet, his hands steadying you as you sort of bounce to a stop, careful not to step on your foot.

Turning, you glance towards your foot as you slowly place it on the ground. Taking a deep breath, you sigh before resting your full weight on it. A small gasp escaping your lips, you cringe as stinging pain runs from your foot to the rest of your leg. Almost immediately, you pull your foot back up, your hands tightening around Taehyung's shirt.

Groaning, you wince slightly, biting your bottom lip.

Taehyung steps forward, moving his hand from your arm to your back, somehow knowing that you need that extra support.

“Are you okay?” he asks, startling you.

He hasn't talked until that moment, and the sound of his deep accented voice causes you to turn to him. As he raises his eyes to yours, you nod mutely in response, before turning back to your wound.

“I'm fine. I guess it's just bruised--” Your words fall short as you take a step forward, but the leg beneath you fails you once more. Gasping slightly in surprise, you collapse, Tae’s careful arms catching you before you hit the ground.

You cling to him, panting heavily, in a mixture of pain and panic.

What am I going to do?

Catching sight of your foot, you growl, cursing it for acting up. Cursing yourself for falling over that briefcase. Now you're being a burden.

You hate being a burden.

“Why did you lie?” he asks you softly, his voice right next to your ear. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Swallowing hard, you turn to look at him, finding his eyes already locked on you.

After a moment, he turns away, scanning the park for a place to sit you down. As soon as he spies a park bench located a couple of feet away near the entrance, he smiles in satisfaction.

He turns back to you, only to find you trying once more to wiggle out of his grip and walk on your own. Scoffing, he rolls his eyes before pulling you gently in the direction of the bench.

“Let's go.” He gestures to the bench and you follow the movement trying to see what he’s talking about.

You realize what he wants you to do, and you immediately draw back. You don't need to rest. What you need to do is get inside that park, find your field of flowers and finish what you came to do. No injury you may have acquired will stop you from reaching your goal.

As he tries to move you towards the bench, you shake your head, reluctantly pulling back on his secure hold. He turns toward you, a bit confused.

“I'm fine.” You say as you meet his confused gaze, trying to make him release you. “I don't need to rest, I’m okay.”

You manage to break free of his hold, his hand falling to his side. Turning away, you force through the pain, ignoring the stings that continue to snake up your leg with each step. You bite your lip, but refuse to look back, refuse to give in.

Watching you hobble away, he can't help but smile. The fact that you think you can walk with an injury, is comical to him.

Rolling his eyes in amusement and slight annoyance, he shakes his head. You've only covered about an inch of ground since you let go of Taehyung, your injured foot dragging on the ground behind you. He smiles at the sight.

He only has to take one step toward you before he’s close enough to touch you. In one swift motion, he secures his hold underneath your arm, pressing his hand against the small of your back before hooking his other hand underneath your knees and lifting you in his arms.

You give out a small cry of surprise at the sudden motion, and your hands immediately secure themselves on the nape of Tae’s neck. He smiles as you pant from that small moment of fear, but you hardly notice. You're more concerned with the reason as to why your feet are no longer safe on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you cry out, clinging to him out of panic, almost afraid that you are too heavy for him to carry. He doesn't answer you, smiling to himself. For some reason, his expression irks you. It's as though he has just won a fight, and you lost. You sulk almost, slumping in his arms, and he chuckles.

“This isn't necessary.” You mutter under your breath, as he releases you. He places you carefully on the bench, before kneeling in front of you. He looks up at you, patiently waiting for you to meet his gaze.

“You're in pain, so yes it is. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself on my watch.” He replies before reaching forward and brushing your hand with his own as though to capture your attention. You stare at him in surprise, unable to say anything in response.

He’s so kind.

You've heard of his kindness, of his humble nature, but never before have you expected that same nature to be extended to you. Why should he do any of this for you? Why would he want to do any of this for you?

He clears his throat as he stands up, turning around to look for some sign of a food truck or stand so that he can get you some ice to put on your ankle. Luckily, he spies one a couple of ways inside the park, and smiles, relieved. They are bound to have ice or something that he can use to make you feel better.

Nodding decisively, he turns to you. Noticing as you shiver a bit, he reaches for the black coat hanging securely across your satchel.

At the motion, you look at him in wonder, watching his every movement as he gingerly puts your jacket around your shoulders. His eyes widen a bit at the sight of you watching him, but he merely smiles warmly in response.

“I saw a place inside the park where I could get you something for your ankle.” He informs you and you nod, turning your head for a moment to try and peer in the direction he’s gesturing to.

“I'm going to go for a minute so I could get it for you. You better stay here until I get back, okay?” you roll your eyes slightly at his tone, before nodding.

“You don't have to treat me like a child, I won't move. But you should know that this isn't required. I've dealt with worse.” It’s true and you won't get into the details right now, but all that needs to be said is that you fall. A lot.

He smirks almost playfully at your remark, and leans forward, his hand almost subconsciously resting on your knee to steady himself as he does.

“Really? Care to explain?” he teases, leaning forward and on instinct, you draw back, a bit of embarrassed blush beginning to explode in your cheeks.

“No…” you respond, regarding him with half confused, half nervous eyes as he peers at you with his mischievous ones. What exactly is he trying to do?

“Besides, weren't you going to get some ice?” you continue almost indignantly, indicating forcefully with your chin towards the direction which he was pointing before. He glances the way you point with bored, disinterested eyes before turning them on you, leaning forward once more, his face mere inches from your own.

“I thought you said it wasn't necessary.” You don't reply to that, just draw carefully back again, your hands tightening on the insides of your jacket as though it were some sort of protective shield to cover your pounding heart. You swallow hard as he continues to move closer, the elfish grin on his face doing nothing to help matters. After a moment of this, he chuckles softly to himself before pulling away once more.

“Don't worry, I’m going. I was serious about helping you.” You pull yourself back into your normal position staring up at him, unsure of how to react. As his hand leaves the safety of your knee, you find that you hadn't even noticed it was there in the first place. The touch was so comfortable, natural, as though made especially for you.

“It is necessary.” He says, almost out of nowhere.

“I'm sorry?” you ask, not sure if you heard that right, and still slightly confused at what he may mean by that. He looks back at you, half in amusement.

“It's necessary to me that you're alright.” You don't have anything to say to that, as he turns around, disappearing into the few people that have been milling about outside. As he leaves, you realize that you can hardly hear anything but the roar in your ears, and the pounding of your heart.

How can he just say that as though it were nothing?

You watch him until you can no longer see his retreating back nor the black hat he wears above the curls of his hair. Turning away, you smile, half to yourself.

Is this happening?

You aren't dreaming, are you? You look down at your hands, and for good measure, you pinch yourself, wincing a bit at the sharp pain.

“Nope….” you groan, rubbing your wrist. “Not a dream.”

And yet...

You bite your lip at the thought of the memories, of the impossible day you had, of the excitement which has been churning over in your heart, hitting you deep in your soul.

Your hands clutch onto the insides of your jacket as you pull it tighter around your body. Against your will, a small squeal escapes from the confines of your mouth, almost as though you were a schoolgirl again.

All of it is just too good, too good to be true.

Tilting your head back, you close your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, get your thoughts in order. Looking to your side, you catch sight of your satchel and are reminded of the reason you wanted to come here in the first place. Smirking, half to yourself, you rummage within your pack, pulling out your sketchbook, a couple of pencils, and your trusty eraser. Looking around for a flower that looks exactly like the one out of BigHits window, you're lucky enough to find one behind you, waving slightly in the wind. Smiling in relief, you pluck it off of the bush, setting it down carefully next to you on the bench. As you flip open your sketchbook, turning many pages of many different creations over until you find the one you have been working on, you let out a sigh.

“Alright, my little model.” You mutter to the flower next to you. “It's time to start working, huh?”

You need no response, even as you glance at it as if awaiting one. You smile to yourself before picking up one of your many pencils and getting to work.

It's as though when the tip touches the paper, everything else around you fades away, and you are lost in the world your mind has created spilling from your brain and landing on the sheet. It's as though you have encased yourself in a little space, a space made just for you. It offers you silence, peace of mind.

In this small space, you can do whatever you like, you can accomplish anything, your mind is the mere limit.

Every sketch, every drawing has a purpose, a story to tell. Everything you write, every idea that comes into your mind, can grow into something more. Every song you sing has some meaning, some purpose behind it. Every dance you have ever performed is made to express the anger, sadness, or pain, or even mere happiness of each song it is made for.

Some more than others, it's true.

The point is, people, make things, create things just so that they can get their message across. Just so that they can tell the world their story.

You want to do the same.

The idea of it makes your heart bud with excitement, the infinite possibilities which are offered to you. There’s only one thing that is missing, one thing that any creator searches for.

Someone to share it with you.

Once you find that, then your work would mean something.

What does it all mean if there’s no one to see the world you have created? If there is no one to recognize just what story you are trying to create, does it even exist?

You want it to mean something, you want people to see it, to see what you long to tell. You want the world to see your creation, you want the world to hear your message, to experience your story. Even if you had one, or a few people who can see it, then you would be okay. Even if only one person understood, and was able to see the world through your eyes…

Maybe then would you feel complete?

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: so these next few chapters will be a lot of taetae and yen moments so...be prepared

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