#we ended up having to take it out of the fridge / freezer and outside of the apartment

[king-ludwig-ii]

fridge stopped working and the front desk lady at our apartment literally told me it was fine and that she didn’t think anything was wrong with it. I tried to tell her all of our ice had melted and food had started to defrost and she said “well I guess there is something wrong with it.” Then when I asked for maintenance to come she said she would call someone then she left for the day without calling 👎🏻

[jeontasy]

Endless Summer

pt.1

word count: no idea, i wrote this feverishly on my phone at 2am pls

♡ : a little Caleb write so i can fulfill my own lil fantasies

setting: summer vacation + grandma isnt home + caleb realizes youve grown up + making out + some touches

perspective: caleb x afab reader

enjoy :)

edit: this was meant to be just a quick write of inspiration from the newest Caleb trailer cause he was giving hella forbidden love x Gege vibes but I will be now adding a part 2 which will be basically smut :}

Part 2 (m)

gif credit: kiiseru 

The night Summer breeze whistles through the trees outside the window, there’s a dim white light shinning from inside the kitchen where Caleb was grabbing a popsicle from the freezer. He hums a tune as he rips the wrapper open and puts it in his mouth.

“Caleb! Did you use up my facewash again?!” You yelled from the upstairs bathroom when you realize your facewash was nearing the bottom; again. This was your first week back for Summer vacation and you’re already regretting not bringing skincare back from the dorm. Gentle footsteps clicked down the halls and you see Caleb leaning against the bathroom door flashing a sly grin at you before taking his popsicle out his mouth. “So what if I did? You always have the best stuff anyway.” He laughs heartily when you groan and try to pinch his face but he’s able to duck from every launched attack.

This guy!!, you thought to yourself. You let out an annoying sigh before wrapping your freshly washed hair in a towel and closing the bathroom lights. The bathrobe clung onto your wet body uncomfortably as you walk back into your room to dry up and get dressed. Caleb lets out a laugh at your annoyed expression and taps the top of your head, “How about I make you a sundae and we can watch that drama you’ve been wanting to finish? Hmm?” He tilts his head and flashes a gentle smile, hoping to make it up to you. You pout and look away, not wanting to fall for his tricks everytime he does something annoying but those shiny lavender eyes were impossible to deny.

“Fine.” You mumbled under your breath before slapping his hand away, “I want strawberry flavor and a looooot of whipped cream!” Caleb raises a brow and laughs at your request, “Anything you want, princess.” He turns around ready to go downstairs, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

You watch as his shadow slowly disappear into the darkness, you can hear him taking things out from the fridge and preparing to make the sundae. “I’m making him buy me a new facewash tomorrow..” You mutter to yourself before changing out of the bathrobe.

Caleb tops the sundae off with a bunch of whipped cream and strawberry slices as a finishing before smiling to himself proudly. She’ll love this, he thought. “She must hate the food over at the university.” Caleb chuckles while thinking about it.

He hears footsteps coming down the stairs and he turns around with a smile, eyes widening when he sees what you’re wearing.

The air is penetrated by the smell of your soft peach lotion and you were wearing one of his old oversized tshirts that he couldn’t fit in anymore. Caleb’s ears flushed hotly when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything underneath. The ends of the white tshirt flapped slightly with the wind as you walked and he gulps at the way it grazed against your thighs. He looks away with a blush as you walked down the stairs, careful to not catch a glimpse of what’s underneath that loose shirt. You fanned yourself as you strolled into the kitchen, regretting not turning the A.C on. “Is my sundae ready?” You taunt him teasingly, “Y-yeah, here.” Caleb picks up and shoves the bowl into your hands before coughing and walking away to the living room.

What’s with him?, You raised your brows before grabbing a spoon, walking to the living room as well to get ready for your show. You plop down on the couch and cross your legs, watching as Caleb frantically navigate the TV. You laughed at the sight and leaned in close to him, your voice laced with tease, “What? Our big pilot doesn’t know how to use a remote anymore?” Caleb turns and glares at you playfully, his skin turning hot. “S-shut up. Eat your ice cream.” You hummed and leaned in closer to him, resting your back against his bare arms and trying to get more comfortable in your position. Caleb freezes and tries to not look at your way, knowing he won’t be able to control himself if he sees your naked thighs.

“I wonder if the male and female lead kissed yet, all they do is fight Wanderers together.” You complained about the show, looking up at Caleb trying to see what his response is. “What do you think?” You scooped up some ice cream and put it in your mouth, the sweet strawberry taste melts inside and shakes a cold feeling down your throat. “Hmmm, that’s so good..” You let out a satisfying sigh and scoops up a bite for Caleb, sitting yourself up before trying to feed it to him. “Wanna have some too?”

Caleb turns and stares at you and the melting ice cream, the TV was the only thing keeping the living room lit up and he can smell the strawberry flavor on your breath. He clears his throat and leans in to take the bite you were offering, face close to yours and staring into your eyes, you gulp a little bit.

“W-what?”

Before you can say anything else, Caleb drops the remote and you feel the cold ice cream bowl float away from your grasp and land on the glass coffee table. You let out a gasp when you’re suddenly pushed back onto the couch without warning, Caleb’s hot breath coming down onto your ears as he traps you down. You can feel his beating heart through his tank top and the touch of his searing skin. The room was completely silent, with just the cicadas chirping outside the patio.

“It’s not fair.” He whispered.

“H-huh? What’d you say?” You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he just leans down on you heavier, he inhales in your scent and lets out a long sigh. His deep voice trembled through your body as he breathed right next to your ear, that musky scent drifting into your nose and captivating you. You feel one of his hand snake around your waist and lifting your body up into his, while his other hand cups the nape of your sweaty neck. “Caleb, what’s wrong?” You whispered, trying to rub his back in comfort. “Did something happen in Skyhaven?” you asked him with concern.

She smells so good..why does she smell so good? Caleb was lost in his own thoughts and lets out a low growl before lifting his face and looks down at you. He can’t help but realize how much you’ve grown ever since you left for college. The way your wet hair clung onto your neck and how his tshirt was slowly drooping down your bare shoulder.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to do this.”

He leans down and gently plants a hot kiss on your neck. The sudden impact sends a jolt down your spine and you let out a low whimper.

“C-Caleb, what are you-“

He holds your nape and suddenly pulls you in for a deep kiss. Your eyes widen as your lips touched his, you can feel his hot skin steaming against your own as his hair sweeps over his hooded needy eyes. He pulls back for a split second, “Don’t say anything.” he breathes out before pulling you in for another kiss.

You let out a quiet moan as he kissed you deeply, pulling you in so close that it doesn’t give you a chance to protest. It’s as if he was in a desert without water and you were the only bottle left. You hear Caleb whimper into your mouth as you shift your legs up underneath him, which makes his body flinch a little. He pulls back and a wet trail entangles between both of your mouths. "When did you suddenly grow up? Hmm?" He whispers softly, your mind was going blank from his touch. Unable to answer coherently, you let out another pleasured gasp when he growls in the depths of your neck. You feel his hand slowly move from your waist and down the sides of your hip.

"Caleb, w-wait..Grandma is-"

"She's not home." Caleb inhales deeply before moving his attention back to your lips, hungrily nipping at your soft skin and letting his hand move down further.

-♡-

To Be Continued in Part 2...

-♡-

disclaimer: Part 2 is definitely rated m HEAVY so please do not read if you're a minor!!! ;u; thank you!

[stark-ironman]

Dancing in the Rain

18+ No Minors

A/N: no really many warnings, mentions of smut but that's it mainly fluff. I wanted to write a little something for my fellow Americans who are upset this past week. It's not much but it's something! Love you all.

Hugh knew the moment the rain started pouring, that your mood was fixing to go from bad to worse. You had a bad week at work and have been arguing with your family a little more than usual so Hugh suggested he grill out for dinner and it cheered you up, right up until now when the rain decided to ruin that.

"Perfect ending to a perfect week." You grumbled as you walked past the kitchen window. "It's not that bad, darling. I can still cook something if you want." Hugh suggests, trying to cheer you up. "It's fine. I think there's some soup in the freezer we can heat up." You say as you walk over to the fridge.

Hugh sighs, knowing that you're not being cold on purpose but it still hurts his feelings when you act like this towards him, especially when he's done nothing wrong. "C'mon. I have an idea." He says holding his hand out for you. "Hugh, I just want to eat and go to bed." You tell him.

"Darling, please." His voice stays soft but you can tell by his tone he's getting annoyed. You grab his hand and he opens the sliding door, pulling you outside. "Hugh!" You exclaim as the rain soaks you both immediately.

His hands wrap around your waist and pull you to him as he starts swaying side to side. "Remember our first date when we danced in the rain?" He asks, feeling you start to relax at the memory. "After the restaurant messed up our reservation and the picnic you tried to take me out to later on." You reminisce, smiling softly as he twirls you.

"Everybody said that it was a sign this wasn't meant to be but baby," Hugh dips you, holding onto tightly while he stars in your eyes, "That day only made me want more of you." You push the hair out from his forehead, kissing him deeply.

He stands you up again and you both start dancing more, giggling as he lifts you up and spins the two of you around. His chin sits on your stomach as you look down at him with a big smile.

You wrap your legs around his waist, holding his face in your hands as you admire each little wrinkle you've fallen in love with. "I'm sorry that I've been such a pain lately. I don't deserve the patience you've given me.' You softly say, hoping he can hear over the sound of the rain.

"You have every right to be mad, darling. All that matters to me is that you feel safe enough with me to let your emotions out. I will do anything to make you feel better." He tells you while your hands attempt to comb his hair back. "How about we go back in the house and I make it up to you?" You ask with a small smirk. "I think I would love that. And after you do that, I will help you out with remembering nothing but my name." His voice quickly turns deep, causing a blush to spread across your face as he carries you inside.

[ggukkiedae]

COOK WITH ME, YEAH? EP. 2 || my best friend for almost a decade 

uploaded on january 22, 2024 to the bangtantv youtube channel and weverse. dialogue in italics are spoken in english

content warning: briefly touches on the sopa incident (which you can find in the yoonmi.dreamies tag) and growing up as a child in the entertainment industry

Click Below to See the Video

miya: “hi everyone! it’s the second episode of cooking with miya, and i thought it was just about right, since last episode was with my other half, that i would bring in probably my closest other best friend outside of bangtan in today.”

she pulls out a jar from her fridge and plops it on the table, a heavy thud sounding out 

she then opens the freezer and takes out half a pound of pork belly. 

miya: “this friend, we’ve tasted each other’s cooking, but we have never actually cooked together despite us being friends for almost a decade now—“

she was cut off by the sound of beeping and someone yelling “i’m here!”. she laughed and shouted 

miya: “i’m in the kitchen! looks like he arrived just in time.”

a figure in a hoodie and a coat popped into view, initiating a handshake involving foot taps and spinning her around as well before they ended it in a hug

she laughed and made him turn to face the camera

miya: “everyone, it’s donghyuckie oppa! but you guys know him better as nct’s haechan!” 

haechan: “hi, i’m nct’s haechan! hold on, i’ll just hang my coat up” 

the video cuts to them standing next to each other, haechan has his hands behind his back

yoonmi excitedly looks at him

miya: “you came earlier than i thought! i only started to defrost the pork belly now” 

haechan: “knowing you and me, we’ll get distracted long enough while doing food prep” 

miya: “true” 

haechan: “i brought you something”

he takes his hands from behind his back, and offers her a paper bag. she looks inside and laughs 

haechan: “what? why are you laughing at my gift?” 

miya: “you brought me soju and beer?” 

haechan: “you said we’re making a korean dish today!” 

miya: “i’ll get the shot glasses”

she pulls two shot glasses out of the cabinet before filling them with soju and placing the the rest of the paper bag’s contents into the fridge

they clinked their shot glasses together before downing them and setting the shot glasses aside next to the bottle

miya: “have you ever drank while cooking?” 

haechan: “i can’t say i have. what are we making?” 

miya: “kimchi jjigae!”

haechan: “really?” 

miya: “yeah, do you wanna cut the meat or the kimchi?”

haechan: “you don’t like handling meat, so i’ll do that”

miya: “oh? oppa is acting nice for the camera?”

haechan looks into the camera with a playful smirk, making her laugh

cut to them on the dining table, yoonmi has tofu, a bowl and a large container, haechan is next to her, but his side of the table has a chopping board, a bowl, some vegetables, and the meat

miya: “you can cut the meat however you like, just marinate it in rice wine later after” 

haechan: “the point of that is?”

miya: “flavor and defrosting” 

haechan: “right. is this the part we answer questions?”

a caption appears: cooking with miya invites miya’s friends over to bond with her while they look back on their friendship using questions initially suggested by army and questions miya herself found most frequently on social media posts of them together

she laughed as they both started on their tasks. the very first question popped up

when did you meet and what were your first impressions of each other?

haechan: “we met in 2014” 

miya: “that’s right, jinki oppa introduced us! i think that was around january?” 

haechan: “january 22, you were such a baby back then!” 

a caption appears: coincidentally the day this video is uploaded is their decade as friends

miya: “so were you! i remember that day, we had lunch, then we ended up talking until late after dinner”

haechan: “i still remember jin hyung herding you into the car like a baby sheep”

she laughs before focusing on lifting the kimchi carefully and cutting it into pieces

haechan leaned back a bit and thought for a moment before leaning back forward and mincing garlic and while speaking

haechan: “i think my first impression if you was ‘wow, she’s a lot shyer than she seems’ because i knew you as an idol before i knew you as a person”

miya: “you knew me?”

haechan: “you were the first girl in a boy group ever, and you were known for being a shawol, of course i knew you” 

he looked at her like he was offended, before grabbing the scallions he was going to cut up next and whacked her with it, making her scrunch her nose and shake her head at him

 she dipped her gloved hand into the kimchi container and smeared it on his cheek before she grabbed an extra bowl to scoop kimchi juice into 

he yelped and gave her an appalled look while she just laughed

the video cuts to them properly working

miya: “okay, okay. as for you, you seemed like a very funny guy from the start! that didn’t change, you’re still funny, but you’re also pretty sweet”

haechan: “of course i am” 

miya: “oppa, you’re just playing the of course game at this point”

what are your names for each other in your cellphones?

miya: “hyuckie oppa with a sun emoji”

haechan: “princess yoonmi with a wave and a crown emoji”

miya: “wait, really? not hannah unnie?”

haechan: “yeah, you’re one of the three princesses in my phone”

miya: “me, hannah unnie, and your sister”

haechan: “exactly”

describe each other in one word

she started opening the tofu pack to slice it

haechan, who originally started slicing the meat once done with the vegetables, paused to look at yoonmi

he tilted his head in thought

haechan: “i think in one word yoonmi is sea” 

miya: “what? why?”

haechan: “the sea is calming, mostly, but also because the sea can be both gentle and rough. it cannot be held back, and neither can you”

she looked at him, eyes looking a little more hydrated

he didn’t meet her eyes, so she smacked his arm with the back of her hand

miya: “… i’m never forgiving you if you make me cry in the middle of food prep with only one shot of soju in my system”

he cried out in false exaggerated pain, making her laugh

haechan: “crybaby. what about me?”

miya: “hyuckie oppa is the sun”

he raised his eyebrow at her

haechan: “you couldn’t be any more original?”

miya: “no, hear me out! yes, you’re a ball of energy and a warm person, but remember that the sun constantly shines, even during the night when we can’t see it. you’re just as great and hard-working even in moments when nobody is there to watch you, and i admire that”

haechan: “no wonder you’re a really coveted lyricist” 

she hits him on the arm once again before the video cuts to them on her couch, another shot of soju being taken 

the caption indicates they’re waiting thirty minutes for the meat to marinate before starting

what’s your favorite memory together?

she sat up excitedly, making him jump in surprise

miya: “i know mine!” 

haechan: “already?”

miya: “yeah, oppa, do you remember that time in junior year when we were assigned to work together?”

haechan: “you mean the whole year?”

she gave him a pointed look for his sarcasm, making him laugh

she put her shot glass down and crossed her arms at him, so he chuckled and patted her knee

haechan: “go on”

miya: “it was the music theory class”

haechan: “right, we did a presentation on the utilization of negative space in music, but you were on tour while we were preparing”

miya: “i think i video called you more than i did my boyfriend back then because of how stressed we were”

he snorted at that, grabbing the bottle and pouring them another shot each

she opened a bag of chips, offering some in exchange to him handing her the shot, which they both downed immediately

haechan: “why’s that your favorite memory?”

miya: “i think that’s the time that i realized that, aside from spemding time together as friends, i like working with you in both career related and non-career related things”

he ruffled her hair, making her yelp and fix her hair while pouting at him

haechan: “awww you love me”

miya: “sure, let's go with that. and what’s your favorite memory?”

haechan: “easy. shinee world iii. i think that’s what solidified our friendship when we watched the shinee hyungs together. before that, i kinda thought you were just being my friend for the sake of not disappointing onew hyung”

she looked at him surprised, and he just gave her an apologetic smile

she turned her body to face him more, eyes wide in surprise

miya: “what? no way, i was just shy!”

haechan: “i know that now, but not then, so that’s how i felt! but we had a lot of fun, and we even had an impromptu dinner after both nights, so that was when i was assured that we were genuinely friends for real, and i knew we’d continue to be friends”

he filled their shot glasses while he was talking

she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, taking the shot

he gave her a look before taking a bit of chips for himself

haechan: “say it”

miya: “i said this in the intro, outside of bangtan, you’re my best friend”

haechan: “me? not haeeunie? or mark? or jisung?”

she rolled her eyes while he looked at her in fake surprise

miya: “oppa, you know this, we talked about this! hannah unnie is like a sister, and mark oppa’s my boyfriend, that’s different! but, if we leave mark oppa out of this, i’ve spent more time with you than i have any of my other friends, especially since we were classmates for two years and always put together for group projects”

haechan: “that’s good because you’re my best friend outside the group as well, especially after everything we’ve been through together”

yoonmi nodded, and pictures of them through the years appeared on screen

what was it like growing up together?

yoonmi snorted and looked at haechan

he looked back at her tilting his head

haechan: “what?”

miya: “i don’t think either of us grew up for a while”

he laughed, but nodded in agreement

haechan: “it feels like we stayed fourteen and thirteen, right? mostly because i started training at fourteen and you debuted at thirteen”

miya: “twelve and eleven if we go by that logic”

haechan gave her a look, but she just shrugged and looked at the camera

miya: “international age and before our birthdays”

haechan: “wait, you were eleven internationally when you debuted? that’s crazy!”

miya: “i was a mature looking kid”

haechan: “but you look exactly the same now”

she smacked him with a pillow, he laughed while defending himself

the video cuts to them sitting more calmly

haechan: “what was i saying? right, we were thirteen and twelve for a long time, then suddenly it just felt like we were mentally both teens and adults, just ageless, in kids’ bodies, didn’t it?”

miya: “it did. it's like a limbo of some sort"

haechan: "i've been told often... this actually goes for both of us, it's a topic we talked about just the other day, but i've been told i have a mature mindset despite having a childlike personality"

miya: "that's right, we get that a lot. although we are maturing now, there are just some things that don't change, and somethings that do. it comes with experience. you can't go through as much as we have and not have some sort of change or growth in the way you think"

haechan: "exactly! when you see the world, as cheesy as it sounds, and get put in multiple situations whether good or bad, your mind adapts and learns, changing the way you think. yet, we both started work at very young ages, which did cut our experiences of normal childhood quite short. that's what makes it feel like we're exactly the way we were back then"

miya: "taemin oppa, he was the one who warned me about how this would feel, but i didn’t think it would be that prominent. it’s different with kookie oppa, you know? he was like the big brother i was in it with. with you, and the other dreamies, actually, it just felt like there were finally people who got almost exactly how i felt”

haechan took his shot then poured them another one

she leaned back, seeming like she was reminiscing

haechan: “you were also the only person aside from haeeunie who never got annoyed with me in the early stages of our friendship”

miya: “and you were the first to see me as an equal and not as a little kid… even somi and daehwi thought of me as a baby back then”

he raised his shot glass to her

they clinked their glasses together and threw the shot back

haechan poured her a glass of water while she looked at her phone for the time

miya: “time to cook”

the scene cuts to the montage of them actually cooking  

haechan fries the meat a little while yoonmi fries the kimchi

he pours the meat into the kimchi, considering the kimchi was in the bigger pot

they add in water and all the vegetables 

the montage ends with a cut to them standing by the counter, waiting for it to boil before the next step

she reaches into the fishbowl of questions for the next one

are you guys okay after the sopa incident in 2017?

haechan: “put it back in the bowl”

haechan was quick to joke by holding the fishbowl of questions back towards yoonmi

she just laughed and placed the question on the counter

miya: “honestly, going through something like that isn’t just going to disappear from our memories”

haechan: “i like to think i’m mostly better now, but i’ve become really cautious and always double check with the people i’m with if the other people around us are who they’re supposed to be”

miya: “me too, and i get nervous if can’t find something that i know should be just there” 

they look at each other, yoonmi dropped her head

haechan: “then we both had an eventful last quarter after that”

miya: “i think we traumatized our therapist”

they laughed and decided to take another shot

haechan: “but we’re mostly okay now”

miya: “we are, yeah. thanks for sticking with me then, oppa”

haechan: “thanks for staying friends with me, yoonmi, really”

he picked the next question and read it out while she added the kimchi juice to the pot

will you two ever release a song together?

haechan snorted and looked at yoonmi who just smiled with a sigh

he took over and added some gochujang and ssamjang into their soup, stirring them in while yoonmi took a step back

haechan: “we want to, but we haven’t actually talked about it, right producer and composer-nim?”

miya: “it’s always been an idea, but we’re either always busy or just not thinking about work when we hang out”

haechan added some soy sauce into the pot while yoonmi added in a small amount of fish sauce

haechan: “but it would be nice. you saw those videos of yoonmi working with dream that one time, right? it’s been almost three years since then, i wonder how her recording style changed. jungkook hyung said she’s stricter now”

miya: “so maybe i am just a bit more of a perfectionist now, but so are you!”

he laughed at her, pointing at the fishbowl

haechan: “our collab is to be determined. last question?”

if you could go back and tell your younger selves on mmc anything about your friendship, what would it be?

haechan: “keep sweets on hand at all times. not only does she crave sweets like a monster, but she needs it for her blood sugar”

miya: “hey!”

haechan: “i’m right, you know i’m right!”

miya: “… little me, be prepared to fight for your life with this one”

the doorbell rang, and there’s a sound of a door opening. yoonmi smiled and walked off camera, making haechan wrinkle his nose at what he saw. 

haechan: “lee mark just kissed yoonmi”

she popped back into frame, mark with her, and jisung and hannah making her way to haechan’s side

hannah: “at least you were a distance away”

yoonmi laughed before making the three introduce themselves to the camera

haechan and yoonmi then cheered before he spoke

haechan: “we invited these three today to try our kimchi jjigae, and they’ll enjoy it if they know what’s good for them”

the scene then cuts to a montage of the three guests setting the table while yoonmi and haechan prepared the side dishes and the presentation of their kimchi jjigae

once the cut of the jjigae being placed on the table is taken, it goes to a wide shot of the five of them clapping and cheering

jisung: “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you two cook together before”

haechan: “we haven’t, this is a first time thing”

hannah: “it already looks better than when yoonmi and i tried to teach mark to cook”

mark: “hey! in my defense, i was distracted”

hannah: “by what?”

mark: “i’d rather not say”

haechan: “yoonmi, 100%”

jisung: “true”

yoonmi shakes her head and just claps once to get everyone’s attention and to save her boyfriend

miya: “okay guys, get your fill and try what hyuckie oppa and i made”

everyone happily fills their small bowls with the stew before trying it

sounds of approval fill the room

jisung’s eyes widen as he looks at the two cooks, mark pats their heads, and hannah is just happily eating her food

mark: “it’s amazing, you guys”

jisung: “hyung’s right! i think the others will like this”

hannah: “i don’t expect less from you two, this is great, this is a perfect from me”

haechan and yoonmi laugh in delight and high five before she turns to the camera

miya: “that brings an end to episode 2 of cook with me, yeah? thank you to my lovely boyfriend mark oppa as well as two of my closest friends hannah unnie and jisungie for coming over today to try our food. thank you to my best friend haechan oppa especially for cooking with me today. if any one of you would like to try what we made at home, the recipe will be in the description! see you next episode!”

the five of them wave to the camera, then the video cuts to black

after a few seconds, the screen is split into three, each showing mark, jisung, and hannah in once again what looks like yoonmi’s home office with a question along the bottom of the screen

what do you think of miya and haechan’s friendship?

jisung’s answer is shown first

jisung: “haechan hyung and yoonmi are interesting. hyung is loud and very full of jokes. he’s mischievous. yoonmi, is more on the quiet side, she’s a lot more reserved than hyung, but it works because they balance each other out. if i’m being honest, they are beneficial to each other in the way hyung brings yoonmi out of her shell while she helps him relax and ease his tension”

hannah is shown next

hannah: “honestly, those two are closer to each other than i am to yoonmi, which would surprise most people, but it makes sense to me. they’ve been friends longer than any of us have even known yoonmi, and both these sunshiney people who make the people around them endeared by both their friendship and their individual personalities. it makes me happy to know my twin flame gets along with someone i see as a sister”

last is mark’s cut

mark: “i actually really value their friendship. i like seeing them interact because i know from that that they have each other’s backs. i’ve known them both for so long, and i’m glad to say they have another person to turn to when they need it. it’s nice, you know? yoonmi deserves all the good things in the world, and, if for some reason the i’m not there to give it to her, there’s someone else i trust with my life to be there with and for her. haechannie, on the other hand, drives himself forward so much, so it reassures me to know he has someone to remind him to sit back for a bit and just live”

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hybrid - Jin - “will you help me please” BYE COMING UP W A SENTMCE IS SAUR HARD

also pretty pls don’t make it smut ik it sounds like it could be used for that and ur instructions didn’t say we could decide so at the end of the day it is ur choice but pls consider not doing so <3

inconvenient convenience:

pairing: dog! seokjin x fennec fox! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || strangers to lovers || hybrid au

summary: as much as you liked to poke fun at jin for believing in things as trivial as fate, there’s no denying your love story was moulded by destiny.

word count: 1.3k

tags/ warnings: tooth rotting fluff, that is all, peep the zero o'clock reference

notes: ikr!!! it’s always so difficult :’) dw babes if you don’t specify you wanted it, then i wouldn’t have added it!! ~ prompt from this drabble game

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There’s something oddly surreal about shopping for snacks in a convenience store so late into the night, when the world holds its breath for a second and a new day starts.

Where streets are empty, muted glow of the streetlights spotting the path. Where stray cats look like shadows and the shadows look like never-ending black holes, where one step too far into the darkness will suck you in with no escape. Refuge found in the bold square of bright white light, window of the corner shop creating a small island of safety from what lurked in the darker places, ready to pounce.

When Jin thinks back to the start of your relationship, he likes the idea that the two of you had met so late into the night. Ever the romantic he is, he felt as though it solidified the fact you were the only two people in the world in that exact moment—if you ignored the young worker sat behind the counter, hours away from his shift ending with his phone’s volume on full blast, an onslaught of sounds picking at your ears if you’re stupid enough to not bring your own music to block it out.

It was easy for him to say it now, but he swears from that one fateful encounter, you were the only one for him. Where truly the world was your own, simply built for the two of you, and although a convenience store isn’t the most romantic place to meet your soulmate, Jin feels as though it had been the perfect place for a blossoming romance to start.

And as much as you liked to poke fun at him for believing in things as trivial as fate, there was no denying that your love story was moulded by destiny.

“Will you help me please?” you’d tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie, taking a step backwards as he’d tugged one of his earphones from his ears.

“Oh, I don’t work here” he shakes his head, watching as you chew on your bottom lip; your cheeks dusting rosy red when his eyes meet your own.

“I know” you’d nodded, voice pinching a little higher than normal, “But that kid scares me, so I thought I’d ask you for help instead?” you peep, so unsure of yourself that he feels a little bad for how defensive he must have come off.

His lips pull up into a gentle smile, a lame attempt to ease the anxiety that was rolling off you in thick waves, “Sure, what did you need?”

Your shoulders deflate, corners of your lips almost tugging upwards as you point behind you, “There’s this drink in the fridge but It’s right at the back so I can’t reach it”

You turn on your heels when he nods, and Jin watches as the sandy fur of your tail bushes out a little more when a scooter speeds down the road outside, honk of its horn startling the both of you that his hybrid ears twitch in the direction of the door. Somewhat of a reminder to him that really it isn’t only the two of you, whole world of people living their lives beyond those doors.

“That one” you point at the offending object, stepping out of Jin’s way when he pulls the door of the fridge open.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to reach, Jin steps up onto the little ledge on the floor of the freezer, and you cringe as it creaks under his weight; only praying he doesn’t fall because you had no plans of trying to catch him if he were to topple over.

“All done” he falls back onto his feet, fridge door clipping shut just as your fingers take hold of your juice.

“Thank you” you beam, dropping it into the basket that you had left when going on your search for help.

“Seokjin” he says, and your eyebrows furrow.  

“Pardon?”

“My name” he thrusts his hand in your direction, heart pattering just a little faster when you take it, “Kim Seokjin”

“It’s nice to meet you, Seokjin” and he feels his heart swell at the pretty little laugh you let out.

Regret had settled in when you’d bid him farewell with a pretty smile and a good night, because he hadn’t asked for your contact details and now, he was left dreaming of the pretty girl he’d met nights ago with no way of asking you on a date.

He’ll admit it to you now, laughing over how soppy he must have sounded in the few days before your second chance encounter, but back then, he’d spend every free moment thinking about all the places he’d love to take you; wondering what you liked, what you didn’t. All he had was your name and a few fleeting memories of how pretty you’d looked under the florescent lights of the convenience store, with fluffy pyjamas on and the most precious smile on your face.

It had been a week after your first meeting when he’d stumbled upon you again, further solidifying the fact you were destined for one another in his mind; because surely if you were to meet again unplanned, it had to mean something.

You’d been working at a café at the time, Jin on his way back from the library—far too late in the day for coffee but he had no plans of sleeping early, so the extra caffeine boost wasn’t unwelcomed.

It had been comical, how both your eyes had widened, pure unfiltered shock on your faces.

“Seokjin?” you’d smiled, and he had to remind himself how to breathe, words on the tip of his tongue that he wondered if he should utter or not; too worried he’d scare you away.

“Do you want to go on a date?”

Instant regret had washed over him after that, watching your face morph into that of confusion and then a soft smile tugging onto your face that had Jin mirroring your expression.

You lean over the counter, hands cupped over your mouth, “I was hoping you’d ask me the last time we’d met”

Your nose scrunches up when you fall back onto your feet, fingers tapping away his order on the screen.

“When do you get off work?” he’d asked, leaning against the counter when the onslaught of customers dies down and you’re left wiping down tables.

Jin truly believes the two of you belong together, even with the trials and tribulations of two species living under one roof, compromise had become important, but he would give up anything as long as the two of you could stay by one another’s side.

He didn’t mind how warm you needed the house even if he did have to sleep with the blankets off most nights, always making sure you were wrapped up warm on the days it was too cold for you outside; hybrid side showing as you shiver, even with the sun out. Standing tall to any other men that tried to pry into your little bubble, and as much as Jin brushed you off, rolling his eyes when you call him your perfect guard dog, a small part of him liked the idea that he could stay like this forever; warding off anyone neither of you liked, keeping you safe, knowing you were okay.

“Jin!” you wave, almost tripping over the uneven pavement as you skip towards where he’s stood outside the convenience store.

“I got the juice you like, baby” his arm wraps around your shoulder, craning his neck for a soft kiss that has his heart thumping hard against his chest, because no matter how long the two of you are together every kiss always feels like the first, “they actually had it restocked this time so I it was easy to reach”

You push yourself up onto the tips of your toes, featherlight kiss pressed to his cheek, “Thank you”

“I thought we could go to the park” his tail wags and you snicker.

“You really are a dog” your fingers interlace with his, “That’s fine, as long as we can get dinner on the way home”

“Of course, my darling” he swings your arms between your bodies, “There’s this new place that opened up downtown and the reviews are good”

As much as you liked to poke fun at Jin for believing in things as trivial as fate, there was no denying that your love story was moulded by destiny, starting with a truly inconvenient convenient encounter.

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 3)

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Completed series :)  Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 3,176 Warnings: MDNI, starvation, dismembered body parts

You didn't get a deep sleep, it's not really possible in a situation like this. You did feel the car come to a stop but didn't think much of it and tried to fall back asleep. This time it was something less ignorable. Johnny was carrying you in his arms, bringing you somewhere. You become significantly more aware of your surroundings realizing you're in his arms. However, you don't feel scared, he doesn't seem to be in the same rush like he was when he yanked you up the stairs before the bar. He was calm, he walked carefully but determined to his destination. 

You don't recognize where you are, and you carefully open your eyes and are met with Johnny’s chin hovering above your nose. He notices you've awoken, “good morning princess” he gives you a sly chuckle and his smirk was as big as ever. “don’t worry, I'll take you somewhere you can sleep in peace” you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if it was hinting towards something sadistic. He looked back to where he was headed, and so did you. You walked past a house with beautiful sunflowers scattered around the entrance. He continues down a driveway towards a shack situated towards the right. It was a big property, with bushes and scrap cars scattered around, presumably for sale. He walks towards this worn down shed led by a weary dirt trail. It had, what seemed to be, some form of animal skull hanging over the door entrance.

He places you on a couch right by the door and locks the door behind him. It had a big lock as well as a latch, whether it was for privacy or not, one thing was for sure… nothing could get inside- or outside for that matter. You look around the small shack and besides the cigarette packs, bottles of booze and insta-food packs scattered around, it was kinda cozy. He had his own little kitchen with a stove and some cabinets to store pots and pans. He had both a fridge and a freezer which insinuated that he had fresh groceries and loads of ingredients, which was surprising. You didn't take him for someone who cooked, especially with the ‘meataroni’ boxes you had caught a glimpse of. You try to get his personality through his residence, you come to the conclusion that he really needs a woman in his life. The dishes were piled high and the dirt was unbearable, surprisingly not the worst smell… he gains points in that aspect. 

“Cozy place you got here, Johnny” you tell him with a hint of sarcasm. He walks over to you and hovers over you sitting on the couch. You look up at him with your doe like eyes, waiting for a response. “Good, you’ll spend your time locked in here until I decide what to do with you”, you gulp at the innuendo. “Where will you stay?” you ask him. “Right here on the floor, I will keep an eye on you. So don't try anything, alright sweetheart? Wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?” he puts his hand on your forehead, making your head tilt backwards. He examines your beautiful and unique features, it's not often to come across someone bearing beauty like yours. You nod and your bent back head makes your mouth slightly open, you don't know why, you felt like you were preparing yourself for him. 

He looks to your lips, open and ready for him and places his other hand on your chin. He adjusts his stance, wide legged and neck hunched forward to look at you. “In all my years, I've never met a woman like you.” His eyes are looking deep into your soul through your eyes, eyebrows furrowed like he was trying to figure out what you wanted. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him. The way he was observing you made you feral. "Oh yeah?" the words escaped your mouth more like a breathless moan rather than words. And with that, he was positive he knew what you wanted.

He pulls himself closer to your face and lets his mouth find yours. It felt so right, you cup his face with both your hands craving his saliva to mix with yours. You pull him towards the couch, guiding him to sit on the couch next to you. He does as you please while never breaking contact with your lips. Once he’s on the couch you pull away briefly and in one swift motion place yourself on his lap, then reconnect with the passionate kiss. You were hungry for him and he was nearly starved to death. Your little scene at the bar was too much to handle but finally you got to be the one with your arms around his neck.

You arch your back, grinding into his crotch. His hands are stroking your sides and you feel how his big hands grip your waist. You feel his shoulders, they’re so broad, you know being held by his big arms would feel euphoric, like nothing could hurt you. Small moans escape your lips while you kiss him, making sure he knows how much you love this, how much you love his tongue swirling inside alongside yours. The rhythm you create was like no other, you've never kissed a man with such accuracy, you figure it takes years of practice. 

He places both of his hands on your ass and gives it a tight squeeze. You take a sharp inhale, not because it was anything you were opposed to, but the opposite, it's exactly what you wanted. Your inhale made him let out a deep groan from his throat. You break away from the kiss and lean back, placing your hands on his knees behind you, it helps you grind rougher and deeper into his crotch. He bucks his hips into you and pulls you in from your waist, making your head shoot forward and he aims for your neck. He takes a small bite, rough enough to leave a mark that’ll last, but not enough to draw blood. 

You let out a restrained moan, it felt too good. “don't hold back on me darlin’” he was quick with his reaction, you could tell he was alert and hooked on every single thing you do. He gives you another chance and takes another bite in another spot of your neck, and this time you moan without holding back. He groans with pleasure knowing what he’s doing to you, loving how obedient you are.

He tugs on your top, you get the hint and raise your arms and let him slide it off your body and over your head. You’re exposed with only your flowery, pink lace-bra underneath. He admired your breasts and cups one with his hand, playing with it, while supporting your back with the other. You stare into his eyes while he uses the hand behind your back to unclip your bra, making it fit your body loosely and let your breasts recoil. Your breasts were not massive, they were average, maybe even smaller than average but it never mattered. 

The way he was watching you, you understood how desperate he was to have your nipple in his mouth. And you? Equally desperate. You tug on his shirt, giving him a hint. He takes it off and you stare at his bare torso covered in scars. The scars were big and red, some indented, you could tell they were deep ones. You brush over one on his shoulders and he flinches at your touch for that specific spot. You didn't mean to startle and look back into his eyes, “im sorry, i didn't mean to pry” you look at him with apologetic eyes. “It’s alright Mikaela, i don't mind you prying” he looks back at you and you give him a warm smile, feeling cared for. The way he says your name makes it feel so genuine and intimate. 

You place a kiss on the scar you had just touched and wrap your arms around his neck again to pull yourself in for another passionate kiss. You went straight back to where you left off and he pulled your bra all the way off until both your breasts were exposed. You feel your nipples tickle as it comes in contact with the air, Johnny’s eyes are locked onto them. He puts both of his palms facing your back and pulls you in, wasting no time. He goes for your right one and makes slow and wet circles around your nipple, you can't help but moan as you hold his head, closing your fist, pulling his hair slightly. 

Without warning he wraps his lips around and sucks on your nipple, you take another sharp inhale, he was good and kept you on your toes for what he was about to do next. He uses his right hand to play with your left nipple, pulling on it and massaging it between his thumb and index finger. His sucks gets more aggressive until he lets go and it makes a ‘pop’ sound, now he's ready to focus on the other. He pays equal attention to detail on your left nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue. He even gives this one a bite, making you moan louder. “You like that sweetheart?” his words come out as groans, you feel his dick getting harder and bigger in his jeans. “Yes, Johnny. I love it” you grind on his dick, feeling his tough jeans rubbing your clit, you needed him now. 

You place your hand on his bulge and start stroking it, you see the print of his shaft and make sure you're stroking alongside its edges. He leans his head back and lets out a groan, not wanting you to stop. But he had enough of this teasing. He stands up picking you up like you weighed nothing and places you back on the couch. Once again he is standing above you, but shirtless, and you can't help but admire how majestic he looks. He smirks down at you, taking turns between looking at your sore nipples and beautiful face, while unbuckling his belt. You place both your hands on his thighs and get closer to his crotch, getting yourself ready, your mouth salivating.

Suddenly, you jump at a harsh banging on the shack’s door. Both of your heads shoot to look at the door. “Get on out here boy!”. Johnny lets out a loud frustrated sigh. “What does he want now…!?” he mutters to himself. You sense that he is furious but your interest is peaked, who could it be? You quickly grab your top to put it back on but Johnny stops you. “Keep it off darlin’ I won't be long. Promise to keep that pussy wet for me” he's waiting for a response. “Sure” you respond quickly, not wanting to hold him longer so he could open the door. “It’s a yes or no. Do you understand?” his expression gets slightly more serious. “Yes Johnny, I promise”. He smiles, “good girl”. 

Johnny told you to keep the top off but as he opens the door you cover your body with it, as to not let whoever was outside catch a glimpse of your vulnerable state. He tightly opens the door and squeezes through, making sure you weren't seen by whoever was outside, you appreciated his attempt at hiding you. 

Once he was outside you heard arguing, nothing was sound proof and you heard the full conversation due to the thin walls and their loud yelling. 

-What do you want, old man?!

-W’Need you down at the slaughterhouse. Them kids done got the idea to get loose and you're the one to blame! Not tying them up proper!

-Watch that tongue around me old man or you’ll lose it! That aint my doing, sissy was to be the on takin’ care of that! Now leave me alone, I have business to take care of. 

-What business boy? I told you we need you, don't make me repeat it now! Get a move on quick!

You hear the man stomp away and Johnny kicking some rock, making it hit the shack’s exterior walls while cursing to himself. He comes back in and you haven't moved a muscle. The top is still off but you're just barely covering your breasts with it, waiting for him to talk. He massages his forehead with his thumb and fingers clasped together, sighing as he does so. “I'm sorry, darlin’. I'll have to leave you to take care of something. But be a doll for me and just stay here as pretty as you are right now.” He looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, you understand and give him a reassuring smile as you put your top back on. 

You get up from the couch and walk over to him standing by the door, putting your palms to his chest and getting on the tips of your toes to place a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll sit and wait right here for you, Johnny”. You make your voice soft and his expression softens listening to your silky smooth voice. “Good. I’ll be back tomorrow, probably by sunset.” He places a kiss on your forehead, grabs his shirt and all too soon, he’s out the door, locking you in his cold shack alone. 

You feel a chill up your spine. It wasn't until now that you realize how cold it was here. You looked to the couch and thankfully there was a blanket and a pillow. You looked at the clock hanging on the wall, ‘2:03 AM’, it was late anyway and you needed to head to bed. You get cozy under the blanket and happy to find out that they smell just like him. His smell was enough to drive you mad and you felt your neglected clit ache for his touch. You were also exhausted and drifted away quickly. 

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You wake up to the sun hitting you in the face through the boarded up windows. You squint and put your hand in front of your face sheltering you from the sun, trying to adjust to the brightness. You look to the floor hoping Johnny might’ve come home early, he didn't and you found yourself being disappointed. You take a deep sigh and turn over trying to fall back asleep. Your stomach lets out a loud growl and it feels like it might start collapsing in on itself. It's been around two days since you last ate and you’re starving, you hoped Johnny would make you something when he comes back. You thought about opening his fridge and finding something to eat but that was a boundary you weren't willing to cross, that could have consequences and you weren't too keen on finding out. Any attempt at trying to fall asleep proved to be unsuccessful as all you could think about was your empty stomach. 

Feeling defeated, you sit up on the couch and look at the clock again, ‘8:43 AM’, so you got around 6 hours of sleep. It was decent, you've had worse nights with less sleep so the next question was, what do you do now? You're trapped in a small space with seemingly nothing to do. You looked around for possible escape options but there were none, the windows were boarded up tight and the door was obviously off the table. 

You look around searching for a possible distraction like a game or anything really. But all you see is the mess and it's killing you as someone who is a bit of a clean freak. You walk around the tight space and try examining the windows further, and if it was possible to pry it open. You get closer and try pulling them, they don't budge. You take notice of some  small flower pots with half-dead plants sitting on the window sill. “how sweet” you thought to yourself. You don't expect him to take care of his plants, well he doesn't really. The poor things are just barely clinging on for dear life.

You keep looking around and other than some stuff here and there, there wasn't much else to do. But you still needed a distraction so you decided to start cleaning. You saw a rag somewhere and dish soap by the sink so you pull up your sleeves and get to work. It should keep you busy for a couple of hours. 

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You wipe some sweat off your forehead with your sleeve, you're convinced some of these marks have been untouched for years. This was the last of it and it was unrecognizable to say the least. It barely looked like Johnny's shack, he’ll think he walked into the wrong place when he opens that door back up. You throw yourself on the couch, feeling exhausted but proud of your work. You look at the clock again, ‘6:51’, He said he’ll be home by sunset, that's not until another 2 hours. You take another sigh and this time your stomach refuses to be ignored. 

You thought that you probably could open the fridge at this point. You deserved it after deep cleaning his entire shack. You don't like the idea of opening other people’s fridges, it feels like an invasion of privacy. It's not like he could stay mad at you long, you cleaned his place AND cooked him a homemade meal, he would have to get down on one knee and propose right then and there. 

You practically skip over to the fridge, excited to finally eat something. You open it. The fridge was nothing like you expected. To your absolute horror you find dismembered body parts of humans. There are feet, hands, arms and other big chunks of flesh you couldn't even decipher. You lose your balance and end up on the floor, your ears are ringing and you feel stupid for forgetting who the man is. The man you lust for is the same man who tried to kill you, and by the looks of it, he also wanted to make you his dinner. You crawl to the fridge closing the door and feel yourself gag over the horrid smell spreading through the room. Not only was it human meat, but it had been there longer than it should’ve. 

You almost run back to the couch. That couch was the only safe space in this room. You grabbed the blankets and covered yourself as if it would erase the image scarred into your brain. On the bright side, you no longer felt hungry. You shakily lay down and close your eyes trying to fall asleep and hopefully wake up to Johnny being home. You didn't even know if you wanted him back anymore, but you hated the thought of being alone with dead people even more. 

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Sinker x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend try to find a way to beat the summer heat.

Pairing: Sinker x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warnings: Domestic Fluff

Songs: None

A/N: This story is brought to you by the fact that it's the beginning of September and 100 fucking degrees outside. The Clone of choice was suggested by @starrrgazingbunny

Divider made by saradika

“It’s so hot...” You say to your boyfriend of 6 months as you lay on the floor in your kitchen, in front of the fridge with the door wide.

“It’s just a little heat, sweetheart, you’ll live.” Sinker, in spite of his words, is laying on the floor next to you with an ice pack pressed against his face.

“No, no. I think I’m actually melting.” You say as you turn your head to look at him, “...I think your ice pack is melted.”

He sighs and drops the cool water pack on the floor between them, “It is.”  He pauses, “Maybe we should go to the Barracks? I’m sure their AC still works.”

“I thought Wolffe said that if he sees you again before the end of the week he’ll kill you.” You reply as you grab the ice pack and sit up to throw it in the freezer.

“He was just exaggerating.” Sinker replies, “Maybe.”

“Oh, I know! You can fix-”

“Absolutely not.”

You huff and sit back down on the floor, and then decide to pull out the big guns. So you lay back on the floor, and then promptly roll so you’re laying on top of Sinker, “Please?” You ask as you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes.

“Do you think saying ‘please’ and batting your pretty eyes at me will get me to do what you want?” Sinker asks, “Because normally you’d be right, but it’s too damn hot.”

“You think I have pretty eyes?” You ask, distracted.

Sinker laughs, his arms coming up to hook around you, “They’re probably my favorite feature of yours.” He pauses, and shifts his head slightly to look down at your body, “Your second favorite feature,” He corrects with a salacious grin.

“You’re such a pervert.” You grumble.

“You knew this about me when you agreed to go on a date, gorgeous.” He lifts his head and kisses the top of your head. “Also, I need you to get off me. It’s too hot for affection.”

You laugh, but acquiesce to him and roll back onto the floor. You lay there silently for a moment, and then you groan, “Okay, I’m done.” You sit up, “On your feet, handsome. We’re going somewhere else.”

He groans theatrically, “You want to go out into the more heat?”

“We’re going swimming, you dork.”

“...we are?”

You offer him your hand, and he smiles gently, and gets to his feet without your help. “I thought the pool in this building was closed?”

“It is. But there’s a massive lake not far from here which is open for swimming.” You tug him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, before you release his hand and start digging through your dresser.

“I don’t own a swimsuit, sweetheart.” Sinker reminds you, as he sits on the bed and entertains himself with watching you flutter from one side of the bedroom to the other.

“Yeah you do.”

“...no, I’m fairly certain I don’t.”

You let out a triumphant shout, and emerge from the dresser with a set of gray swim shorts, “Here there are!” You hand them to Sinker, who takes them and unfolds them.

They’re gray, with the symbol of the wolfpack on the left leg, “I paid good money for that design,” You say with a grin as you pull out your own bathing suit, a black bikini with an identical symbol on your left hip, “And we’ll match!”

Sinker stares at you, his eyes wide, “You…got us matching swimsuits?” He asks.

“Well, yeah. And matching towels. And, because I have more money than sense, I also bought you an entire summer wardrobe-” You pause, “Too much?” You ask sheepishly.

“..Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Sinker asks, a lovesick smile on his face.

You blush and turn away from him, “Well, you have mentioned it a time or two, but if you want to tell me again-” You squeal when you feel his arms hook around your waist and he tugs you back against his chest. “I thought you said it’s too hot for affection,” You tease, as you reach back and lightly stroke his cheek.

“I would never say that.” Sinker mumbles against your neck, “That was clearly the Devil talking through me.”

You laugh, “Is that right?”

“Absolutely.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, “So…can I see you in your swimsuit?” Sinker asks, “Please?”

“Why?”

“Well, you can’t just spring a bathing suit, a bathing suit in my colors, on me and expect me to handle it well, sweetheart.” He says reasonably, “I need to make sure I’m able to function while you’re wearing it.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re worried I’ll be distracting.”

“What can I say, I’m a weak man. Besides, I bet you’ll be much cooler in your swimsuit.” Sinker prods easily.

“Right, until you decide you can’t keep your hands off me.” You remind him with a fond smile.

“Well, I can’t do that anyway. Please?”

You turn in his arms, “Do you think you can just say please, and bat your pretty eyes and I’ll do what you want?” You ask, repeating his question from earlier.

“Will you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You lean in and kiss him, “I’m just as weak for you, after all.”

He groans, “Babe, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

You laugh and step out of his arms. You grin at him, and back into your bathroom, “I need to rinse off before we go anywhere.” You say impishly. You leave the bathroom door open. “Are you coming or not, Sinker?”

He throws his bathing suit on the bed and hurries into the bathroom after you. He flings your swimsuit into the bedroom, and kicks the bathroom door shut. You dissolve into giggles, well aware that you aren’t making it to the lake today.

[tapperhet-em]

13

Tensions spill over in an most unexpected way....

When the guys were carrying things in, Meeri couldn’t miss that there was tension that had not been there earlier.  She was worried.  Things seemed to have been fine before, till they’d gone out to the SUV.  What could have happened out there to cause all four of them to now seem tense and on edge?  She doubted it was a threat from outside since none of them were keeping their sidearms in their hands, so that meant there had been a confrontation between two or more of them.  But over what?  

While they waited for Lorcan to get back from stowing the SUV and covering both vehicles, Meeri and Elio busied themselves putting away all of the groceries that had been bought.  Thankfully the cabin did have some electricity, so they had a fridge and freezer at the ready.  The stove was wood burning like all the fireplaces, though.  At least keeping things cold, and leftovers preserved, was one worry that they didn’t have.  While they were working together to get the food organized, Tieran and Einar were sorting through all the bags to see what belonged to who, and looking at the bedrooms to try and determine who was going to sleep where.  

There were three bedrooms in the cabin. One was more of just an open loft that looked out of the living room of the cabin.  It was the largest room with a king size bed and its own bathroom.  The other two rooms both had bunk beds that had full sized beds on the bottom and twin sized beds on the top.  There was additionally a sectional in the living room that pulled out to a queen sized bed.  While someone would have to share the closet space in their room this at least meant that they’d all have their own space when sleeping.  

“I think Meeri and I will take the loft.  Lo on the couch bed, and then you and Elio each get one of the rooms?” Einar suggested.  It seemed logical to him.  He and Lorcan were the two tallest, so having Lorcan on the larger bed made sense.  

“You seem sure that she’s going to want to share a bed and room with you.” Tieran realized how it sounded and the tone it came out in after it was too late. He held up a hand.  “I just mean, maybe we should ask her instead of assuming.  If I have to bunk with E, it’s not the end of the world.”  He rubbed the back of his neck and stretched it to one side.  “Listen, I’m trying, so just know I’m not trying to pick a fight.”  A heavy sigh followed his words.

“I got it bro, and you’re right.  Let’s go ask her.  You’re thinking clearer than I am.”  Einar clapped him on the shoulder before turning to head into the kitchen.  He may have hated it being said, but Tieran was right that it was wrong to just assume Meeri would want to sleep with him.  It wasn’t like they had a long standing relationship, even if there had been unspoken feelings for a while.  

"Uh, Meeri, can you pause a sec.  We need to ask you something?" Einar hated this.  Now Elio and Tieran would both be watching. It wasn't like he felt entitled to her in his bed, even if all they were going to do was sleep, but getting shot down in front of the others would be a major ego blow.  He hoped he knew her answer.

"Sure." She turned from the cabinet she'd been filling with cans and boxes, after she’d put the one that had been in her hand away. Taking a few steps, she closed the distance between them, then tilted her head up to look at him. "What's up?"  He seemed nervous, which made her nervous.  She still didn’t know what had been wrong when the men all came in earlier, and now this.  Why was everyone acting strange?

Einar rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  "We were..uh..trying to figure out sleeping arrangements.   You know..who goes where?  And," he cleared his throat, "we just need to know where you want to sleep and if it's alone?"  Fuck! Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?  And why was the room so damn warm?  He could almost feel the weight of both Elio’s and Tieran’s eyes on him.  He hoped Meeri wouldn’t torture him too much by teasing him for this.

Meeri curled her lips in between her teeth, as she tried not to laugh.  As sexy as Einar could be, at the moment he looked more like a nervous kid asking mom for permission.  "Oh, weeellll…I hadn't really thought about it." Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stepped closer to him, her own nerves causing a whole flock of butterflies to swarm in her stomach.  A mischievous grin formed on her lips as she went to her toes to whisper so just he could hear. "I'm kind of liking the thought of falling asleep in the arms of a very handsome soldier if you know one who would be willing. Waking up that way too.  But if you're not up for that…." She drug out the last word as a tease as her lips caressed the curve of his ear with each word and her warm breath fanned across his neck.

By all the gods in the heavens, she was going to be the death of him one way or another.  His head dropped to answer her back in just the same way she had him.  "I think I'm more than up for that, love." He pulled her tight against him, where there was no way she could miss his reaction to her reply and especially the way she had delivered it. Even if nothing physical could happen because of the circumstances, the thought of her in bed with him was enough to make his jeans definitely uncomfortable. 

"I'd tell you two to get a room, but we kinda still need to get stuff done.   You done seducing my help now, Einar?" Elio teased, pretty sure that they both had forgotten he and Tieran were there.  Not that he could blame either of them too much, after the day they'd all had he wouldn't hold it against them for holding a little tighter to each other and grabbing a hold of any distraction.

"For now." Einar chuckled and gave her a quick kiss.  "I'll probably steal her for the night in about an hour El. We've got a lot to do tomorrow, and not sleeping will just dull the senses."  He winked at Meeri as he backed up and turned to leave.  He didn't miss Tieran trying to hide his irritation.  They'd talked.  They were brothers and they'd make it through the uncomfortable time.  Knowing it didn’t mean that there wasn’t a part that still didn’t want a physical confrontation.  There was no point in it, and it would only cause pain to more people.  Tieran had his own demons to battle.

"Sounds good.  We should be done by then.  Lo can help you two as soon as he gets back." Elio turned back to what he was doing.  Partly because he didn't really need to stare, partly to keep from saying something to Tieran again.  He knew the man was trying so he wasn't going to be an ass.

“Come on T, we have bags to disperse.” Einar clapped Tieran on the shoulder as he passed.  The saying ‘fake it till you make it’ was taking on a new meaning.  Ignore things until they stopped, because Einar had faith in Tieran.

“El?” Meeri asked when the other men had left the room and they were once more alone.  She slowed putting the boxes in the cabinet she was working on.  “What's going on? What happened while you were all outside?”  She saw him freeze, and her heart sank.  There had been a sliver of that it was just her imagination.   Obviously, that was not the case.

“Meer, I have my own question.” Elio turned around, leaning back against the counter, and placing his hands on either side of him with the heels of them on the edge of the counter, fingers curled. “You love Einar? Really love him?”

She looked back at Elio confused.  “El?” He raised his brows and tipped his head as an only reply. “Yes.” She let out a shaky sigh. “It's not like I could say or do anything before. Do you know what my father would have done to him?”  Suddenly her voice got choked as she remembered her father ranting at a Commander about Einar paying her too much attention.  “Why do you think I never courted any Prince? I mean I thought he…and I knew I…” Meeri gesticulated as she tried to come up with the right words, then gave up and let out another stuttering breath.

“What if he's not the only one who loves you?” He wasn't sure she was still breathing after he dropped that bomb.  So she had no clue, lovely.  “First, Lo and I love you, in that you're our little sister that we have adopted.   Tieran is not so platonic.  He got called on some of his behavior, and he spilled everything to Einar.  So, it's been a really heavy day, Meer.  But we're a team.  We're a family.  No one's loyalty is in question.   There is just a little tension.” Elio watched her carefully.   

“Oh.” Her eyes fell.  She was causing problems between them. The four had been tight friends since they could barely walk, all their families were aristocrats in the kingdom.  They could all die because of her, and now she was also coming between them. They had all been brothers before she had joined them years ago and their friendships were battle tested. It was her.  She was the problem, the division, the one that needed to go so they could get along.  Just like her father had said, the cause of all problems was her...it was all her.

“Meer?” Elio pushed off of the counter.  Something was very wrong.  He’d thought being honest with her would be the best, but maybe he had been wrong.   She wouldn't look at him, she wasn't talking, hell, he wasn't even sure she was breathing. “Meer, talk to me, sweetheart.” He stepped closer, not having expected whatever reaction THIS was.

Suddenly her head shook and she looked at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.  “I can't El.  I can't be the reason you all could get killed, and be the reason for all the problems.  I…I can't.”  He reached for her but Meeri stepped back too quickly, yanking her arms out of reach and behind her.  Her eyes were wild, unfocused, and her breaths were almost hyperventilating.  Elio was becoming scared.  “It's all my fault…everything….” was the last thing she said before she turned and ran, her heart breaking that she'd have to leave them.   She couldn't stay and hurt them.

Fuck him sideways. He had no clue how she'd gotten THAT from what he'd said, but she had to be stopped before she got out of the cabin. “Guys!  Incoming!!”  That would at least get Einar and Tieran’s attention.

As it turned out, it was too late.  Neither of them was in a position to intercept, and the slamming open of the door made all three men's hearts stop.  Elio went to a full run when he heard her jump off of the porch.  One of the others was going to kill him for not stopping her sooner. As soon as he stepped out of the cabin,  he was confronted with the next problem: the moon was gone and he could see almost nothing. Now they'd have to search by flashlight.   The day kept getting better.

[yourimagines]

Nick and reader(could have kids either way), she brings up that he's been drinking too much and he gets upset at her when all she was trying to do is help.

He ends up going out and getting drunk and she has to go pick him up and he like drunkly confesses how much he loves her and how sorry he is blah blah You can do the rest

Love your writes! Angst / fluff - 🖤

Thank you 🙏🏻

It’s a longer one this time

I’m sorry…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Angst, Sadness, Swearing and fluff

Nick 38, reader 34, NJ 6

Y/N POV

Nick was outside, lying on one of our lounge beds, enjoying the sunny weather. “Babe?” He says as he heard me coming outside. “Yes?” He turns his head around and smiles at me. “Can you grab me a beer?” ‘Already?’ I nodded and walked back inside to grab him a cold beer. ‘It’s just 11am…’ “mommy!” Junior yelled as he run downstairs. “Easy junior, what is it what you want?” I opened the bottle and walked back outside, he was closely following me. “Can I get an ice cream?” I shook my head and looked at him. “No you cannot have an ice cream, you just got your breakfast an hour ago.” He whines and wanted to say something but shut his mouth quickly as soon he saw his dad. “Sorry buddy.” Nick says and I handed him his beer. Junior sighs and walks back into the house.

“Come here mamas” Nick reached his hand out to my hand and slowly pulled me to him. “Nick, I’m not in the mood to lounge around.” He sat me down next to him and showered me with kisses. His free hand rubbed over my pregnant belly. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers in my neck. I giggle and tried to escaped his embrace but failed as he pulls me down next to him. “No…you stay here, you need to relax.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Nick, I need to do a few chores before I can relax.” I pushed his hand away and got up. He whines softly and took a sip from his beer. I was getting irritated by the fact he was drinking so much alcohol and not helping me with our household. “Don’t be gone for too long baby.” He said as I walked back to the house, trying not to lose my shit.

I just finished the wash and saw junior sitting at the kitchen table, building his Lego. “Honey what is it? Why do you look so sad.” I combed my hand through his hair, he sighs and shook his head. “You don’t want to tell me?” He stops building his Lego set and looks up at me. “It’s not fair…” he says with a frustrated tone in his voice. “What’s not fair?” He crossed his arms and looked down at his Lego. “Dad can do whatever he wants but I can’t. I thought that beer was a night drink.” I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to not make this worse. I opened my eyes again and smiled at him. “You want an ice cream?” His head popped up and a smile was on his face, he slowly nodded. “Yes please.” I ruffled his hair and got him an ice cream from the freezer. “Here you go.” He grabs it and he runs out of the house to show his dad who was still lying in the sun.

“Let’s barbecue.” Nick says as he just came back from the store. “Barbecue?” My stomach turned around and I felt sick of that idea. Junior heard it too and starts to get excited. “Yess, I want to barbecue. Are we?” He looked between us and I slowly nodded. Junior jumped up and threw his little fist in the air. “Yess.” Nick starts to laugh as his son did a weird little happy dance. “Crazy little guy.”

Nick already got us the food for the barbecue and was prepping those for tonight. Junior was outside, taking a swim in our pool. “Can you please grab me the chicken out of the fridge?” He asked me as he was washing his hands. “Sure.” I opened the fridge and saw he refilled the whole fridge with beer bottles. ‘No….this is not good.’ I took the chicken out and closed the fridge door. “Nick….” He hummed as he was chopping some veggies. I didn’t know how to start this conversation without sounding like an asshole. “Did you find the chicken?” He asks as I stayed quiet. “Yeah...” I said quietly and laid the chicken on the counter. Nick looks over his shoulders to check on me. “What’s wrong mamas.” I shook my head but he didn’t fall for that. He stopped chopping the vegetables and turned around. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He was concerned and reached out to me but I stepped away from him. He looked hurt and confused as I just did that to him. “Y/n come on what’s wrong, is it the baby?” I shook my head again and tried to get some words out. “What is it then? You’re acting a bit strange now.” He was getting frustrated as he didn’t know what was going on with me. ‘Just tell him.’

“Nick I’m worried about you.” He looked confused and rubbed his neck. “Me? What about me?” I looked quickly outside to check on junior, he was still floating on the donut. “Y/n, come on don’t act like this.” I looked back at him and he looked irritated now. “About your drinking habit.” He shook his head and turned a his back to me, ready to prep our dinner again. “Nick…I don’t mean it like that, I’m just worried.” I rubbed my hand over my belly. He didn’t say anything just chopping the vegetables a little bit more angrier. “Never mind, just forget about this.” I turned around to walk away but he stopped me by letting out a hiss. “Oh my god. Are you okay.” He cut himself in his finger. I reached out to help him but he moved away. “Fuck off.” He said as he was trying to bandage his finger by himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even cut you, you know.” I was getting angry at him. “Not physical…” he mumbled under his breath. “Excuse me?!”

“Oh come on y/n, you are telling me that I have a drinking problem and shit.” He raised his voice a little bit and I closed the back door, not wanting junior to hear us. “I’m only worried about you, because your son is complaining about it to me.” He starts to laugh in a sarcastic way. “You are so evil, to use my son against me.” He pointed at me as he starts to pace around the kitchen. “I’m not using our son against you Nick, you’ve done that by yourself.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “You’re a terrible person y/n, maybe that’s why I drink because I can’t fucking stand you when I’m sober.” He looked very anger and left the house, slamming the door behind him. I immediately broke down as his harsh words echoed through my head. ‘I can’t fucking stand you when I’m sober.’

Nick POV

I was walking through the streets, trying to get some air. “Fuck her….I don’t need her.” I had my hands tucked away in my jeans as I was walking mindlessly around the town. “Hey Nick!” On the other side of the road was Steve, a good old friend of mine, standing at the entrance of the nightclub. I waved at him and crossed road. “Hey Steve.” He gave me a fist and smiled. “How are you doing? How’s your girlfriend.” ‘Wife, she’s my wife…’ I shrugged slightly. “Good.” He laughs and pats my shoulder. “Man you’re so fucking lucky to have a woman like her, but let’s have a few drinks to catch up.” I nodded at him. “Yeah, let’s have a few drinks.” ‘I don’t have a drinking problem, she’s the problem….right?’

Y/N POV

I just barbecued with junior, junior didn’t asked any questions why his father was gone, sadly enough he is used to it now. I put junior to bed and cleaned up the kitchen and the outdoor area. My back was killing me and so was the baby, who was kicking me. “I can’t do this anymore.” I sat down on the lounge sofa with a huff and rubbed my belly. “It’s okay little one, mommy is here.” I closed my eyes and tears started to fall again. ‘Stupid hormones.’ “Mommy?” It was junior, standing in his pyjamas in the door opening, holding his favourite plushie. “Yes darling?” His lips were slightly shivering and he was hugging his plushie. “I’m scared.” I opened my arms for him and he walked up and lay down next to me. I wrapped my arm around him as he was feeling my belly. “The baby is awake.” I said as I grabbed his tiny hand, guiding it to the place where the baby was kicking. “You feel that.” He looks up with a smile. “Is that the baby?” I nodded as he let out a giggle. “Does it hurt mommy?” “Yes sometimes it hurts.” He frowns but placed a tiny kiss on it. “It doesn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just like daddy.”

Junior went back to his bed and I was still waiting for Nick, worrying about him as he went out for a walk. ‘He’s okay, he’s probably not even thinking about us….’ I sighed and stood up, trying to stay awake. As I was walking around my phone went off, two text messages from Nick.

Nick👊🏻❤️: hey it’s Steve, can you please pick Nick up from the nightclub?

Nick👊🏻❤️: he’s drunk and needs a ride home

Me: sure, I’ll be there in a few minutes

Nick👊🏻❤️: thanks. *sends location

I grabbed the car keys and went upstairs, checking in on junior. He was awake as he heard me coming up the stairs. “I’m going to get your father, I’ll be back in a few minutes okay?” He nods and lays back down. “Okay…tell daddy he needs to be quiet as he goes to bed.” I smiled at him and nodded. “I will.” I walked back downstairs and went to the car and drove to the nightclub.

I saw Nick sitting on a curb, his hands in his hair, looking really drunk. ‘Great….just what I needed today.’ I stopped the car and Steve opened the passenger door. I saw him looking over at my belly and he apologetic smiled at me. “Thank you for coming.” I nodded at him, he helped Nick into the car and fastened his seatbelt. “Thanks.” I said to him, he nods and wished us a good night and closed the door. Nick was looking at me with a goofy smile on his face. “No, don’t.” I immediately said, not in the mood for his goofy mood.

The ride started quiet but Nick couldn’t help himself and started to sing along with the song that was playing on the radio. “Nick please stop, it’s hurting my ears.” He starts to laugh and smiled at me. “I can’t help myself…it’s because of you baby.” I rolled my eyes and ignored him. “Baby…” he sang to me. “Why are you ignoring me?” He placed his hand on my leg and moved closer. “Please don’t ignore me…I will do anything for you.” He started to beg, beg for a little bit of attention. ‘He’s very drunk.’ He starts to laugh. “I see your smiling baby, come on.” I shook my head with a small smile on my face.

I parked the car and turned the engine off, he immediately grabbed my hands. “I love you.” He said quickly as he was afraid I would walk away. “No you don’t…” I said with hurt in my voice. His face dropped and shook his head. “No…I do love you, I love you that it hurts me.” He pointed at his chest, where is his heart is. “Baby…I’m fucked up, I don’t deserve all of this but I do love you.” My hormones were all over the place and I started to cry again. “No baby don’t cry, I love you…I really love you.” He gently touched my arm and pulled my hand away from my face. “Baby…I’m an idiot.” I looked up at him a let out a small giggle. “You find that funny huh.” He says with a goofy smile on his face. He gently wiped away my tears with his thumbs, his eyes were red and his irises were dilated as he was looking at me. “God you’re gorgeous..” he mumbled as he started into my eyes.

We both got out of the car and Nick couldn’t even walk straight to the door. He was mumbling things and almost fell into our small front garden. “Nick, shush…” I said with a giggle. “I am.” He looked over his shoulder to look at me and tripped over the stairs and landed on the floor, right at front of the door. I clapped my hands in front of my mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. He rolls over to his back and laughs. “Oh fuck I’m drunk.” He sits back up and smiles lovingly at me. “Look at you mamas.” He whistled at me and I shook my head, a blush appearing on my cheeks. “Nick, you need to be more quiet, your son said, say to dad he needs to be quiet when he’s coming home.” Nick huffed and stood up, wobbling on his feet. “I am quiet.” He says a bit too loud, he turns around and tries to unlock the door. “Fucking shit door.” He was losing his temper as he couldn’t get his keys in. I moved closer and helped him. “Be quiet now, he’s sleeping.” I whispered to him, he nods and pushed the door open, hitting it on the wall. ‘Oh my gosh…’

Nick fell almost two times before he was in bed, one time at the bottom of the stairs and the other one in our bedroom, tripping over his own bag. “Fucking shit.” He kicked the bag out of his way and sat down. “No, you change first.” He held his hands up to surrender himself. “Okay mamas.” I walked away to check on junior as I promised. I slightly pushed his door open and saw him sitting right up in his bed. “Mommy? He wasn’t quiet. Did you forget to tell him to be quiet.” I giggled and walked over, giving him a kiss on his little head. “I didn’t forget, your father forgot to be quiet.” He smiles and lays back down. “He’s been silly again?” I nodded and he closes his eyes. “I like it when dad is silly.” I tucked him in and gave him a kiss on his head. “Goodnight sweetheart.” “Goodnight mommy.”

Nick was lying on his back, the blanket was covering him up to his hips, revealing his toned chest. He was looking at me as I entered the room. “There you are, I was scared you ran away.” I giggled and carefully joined him in bed, he Immediately helped me and kissed my cheek. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. “Do you love me?” He suddenly asks me, I looked up at him and pointed at my pregnant belly. “What do you think Diaz.” “Yes?” He asks unsurely. “Of course I love you but sometimes you make me feel like I’m a bad person and then I’m wondering why am I even here, if I’m not being appreciated by you.” He shook his head and kissed my shoulder and neck. “No, don’t say that. I’m an asshole.” He rubbed my back and placed a few more wet kisses on my shoulder. “I’m sorry…..you’re right” ‘he rarely apologise for the things he does…’ I moved my back close to his chest and his hands moved over to my belly, carefully touching it. “I love you, my beautiful pregnant wife.” “I love you, my handsome husband.” I felt him smiling against my shoulder. “We still have to barbecue tomorrow.” He suddenly says and I giggled at his goofiness, already feeling better than before.

[write-r-die]

Man's World - Part 6

I finally figured out what I want to do with this story! Get ready for a real plot to form!

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It was the middle of the night for us when the flare happened.

People who were outside at the time were the ones who died right away or got an aggressive case of sun sickness. People indoors got slightly less, people on the lower floors of buildings got less, etc. 

I was in my parents’ basement when the flare happened. The accompanying earthquakes jammed the door to the stairs shut. It was a few hours before I finally made it out. 

In the end it was sheer dumb luck that I survived, that I didn’t get sick. 

Evolution, survival of the fittest – that didn’t factor into it at all when the world ended. Just your location.

I’m sure down the road I’ll have some sort of horrific health problems, that everybody will because you don’t encounter that much radiation without some of it infecting you. But I’m still alive and healthy for now. 

I don’t know about the rest of the world, though. Nobody does, since all the technology was simultaneously fried and there’s no real way to get across an ocean anymore. 

Usually I try not to think about it, but the soldiers accompanying us are talking about their travels while in the military. Two of them were stationed in Japan for a while; a third was stationed in South Korea. It was the middle of a sunny day in those countries when the flare hit.

One of the men from Japan shakes his head, smiling sadly. “I’ll never have sushi like that again,” he says mournfully.

The other frowns. “It’s a fuckin’ shame.”

We’re mostly on bikes or horses. A pickup truck accompanies us to carry back anything of value we find, but August tries to minimize car usage whenever possible, so we have a single truck with us to lug back whatever valuables we find. 

We all pull off to the side when we reach the neighborhood. A bunch of identical little houses on cul-de-sacs that were once full of yuppie commuters. Now it’s empty.

“Each of you will have one guard,” August says to the six of Miss Ally’s people. “You will not leave their side. You will wait for them to clear each and every room before you enter it.” He pairs them up and sends them all in different directions, telling them to return to this exact spot in two hours.

They all head off. Only August and I are left.

“I don’t have a guard,” I say once everyone is out of earshot.

August gives me a shit-eating grin. He’s my guard. Of course. He motions me toward a one-story home with a detached garage. “Come along. We’ve got things to do.”

The first house we enter has no front door. The windows have all been blown out, but the treadmill and stationary bike in the living room appear to be going strong.

August picks up a discarded magazine from the floor. “Health nuts,” he says sadly. “Not known for having full pantries.”

“You’d be surprised,” I say.

He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Oh?” He gestures toward the kitchen. “In that case, take the lead. I insist.”

Health nuts can be similar to squirrels in terms of stashing food for a rainy day. We don’t bother opening the freezer or fridge because whatever was in there was either eaten by now or has turned it into a mold jungle.

August and I work in silence, scouring the kitchen for anything that might be of use. August immediately finds a bottle of wine, which he looks over, then seems to contemplate deeply. He puts it in his pack and I have a feeling he’ll be adding it to his private collection.

I pause in the middle of ransacking a drawer full of oatmeal packets. “You really couldn’t wait until I was out of the tent to fuck somebody else?”

August doesn’t miss a beat. “I could and I did. Andie came in unannounced and uninvited,” he says, pulling out a plastic jar of protein powder. “You woke up before things got too interesting.”

I square my shoulders and return to sorting. “I take it that sort of thing happens a lot.”

“Often enough.” He shuts the cupboard and sticks the powder into his backpack. “Find anything?”

“Oatmeal packets mostly. And this.” I hold up the plastic jar of trail mix. “It’s mostly empty but –”

“We’ll bring it. We need everything.”

His choice of words gives me pause. Need, he said. But I’ve seen the supply trucks myself and we seem to have plenty of almost everything. Nobody in the camp goes hungry or lacks in basic necessities, at least not as far as I know. But I’m also not part of the inner circle. 

The pantry upstairs boasts two value-sized bottles of shampoo and three bars of soap, plus about a thousand toothbrushes still in their packaging. “Jackpot.”

“I’m checking the bathroom. Start on the bedrooms when you’re done.” 

My bag is brimming with floss picks and antiperspirant. 

The nearest bedroom once belonged to a woman. I can tell by all the expensive - and now very expired - perfume and makeup.

“Do we need clothes?” I call over my shoulder. 

“Underwear and socks,” August calls back. 

 I head for the dresser. I don’t love the idea of wearing someone else’s panties even if their clean but I guess beggars can’t be choosers. 

There are plenty of socks, so I grab a bunch of those. As I reach back to access the underwear, my hand brushes against something else. 

I grab it and pull it out and see a familiar book cover. I used to have a copy on my Kindle, not a well-worn paperback like this. But it’s the same story. I want to squeal with delight. Of course that’s when August comes in. 

“Find anything good?” he asks, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb. 

I reflexively hide the book behind my back which is of course a dead giveaway. 

He raises a dark brow, a smirk growing on his incredible lips. “What’s that?” 

I don’t reply. I know he won’t believe anything I say until he sees it for himself. 

He crosses the room to stand in front of me and holds his hand. Reluctantly, I give the book over. He watches my face, reveling in the embarrassment for a moment before looking at the book in his hand. 

Slowly, his smirk widens. He flips to a dog eared page and begins to read and I want to die. 

“He gripped her wrists in one of his hands, pinning them against the wall above her head. With his other hand, he cupped her sex over her dress and squeezed – not enough for it to be painful, but enough to make it clear that he was in charge, and this would go exactly the way he wanted it.”

I hate him. I hate the way he reads it in that deep sexy voice and I hate the way he smirks up at me and the fact that it’s getting me going and I hate him. 

He’s smirking again when he looks up at me. “Is this the sort of thing you’d like?”

“It’s just a smutty book.” I try to sound dismissive. 

He turns back to the book. “Her pussy throbbed under his touch —“

“Jesus Christ, stop that!” I snatch the book out of his hands and I’m way too turned on just by the fact that he said pussy and he’s still smiling and I hate him. “You’re acting like a teenager, trying to embarrass me.”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” he says. “I’m trying to turn you on.” He takes a step toward me; I take a step back. “Get you wet.” Another step and I’m pressed against the dresser as he looms over me. “I have a feeling it’s working.”

I hate him. 

And then he’s leaning in slowly, lowering his head as I turn mine up. 

And his mouth is on my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips and I can’t breathe around the lump in my throat, the ache between my legs, that God-awful feeling in my gut that I will regret this.

But it doesn’t matter right now. Because right now all I can think about is the man pressed against me, the way his fingers are tugging at my hair enough to cause the slightest bit of pain that somehow makes me want him more. 

My right mind isn’t in control – I know that – this sort of aching need is primal and weird and frankly a little scary because I’ve never felt this out of control before. 

And then a shout comes from outside. “Boss!”

August pulls back enough to shout, “What?” My mouth is slightly open because I can’t get enough air through just my nose and all the while, August’s eyes are on that mouth, and I know he’s imagining everything that he could do to it and that it could do to him. 

“We found some people in one of the houses. They’ve got Draven’s mark.”

That snaps us both out of our lusty haze. 

Michael Draven is one of the six most powerful warlords roaming the continent. Besides August, he’s probably the scariest. Maybe even scarier, since August at least takes people in and protects them. From what I know, Draven only takes warriors and prostitutes into his group, and they’re not necessarily warriors and prostitutes by choice. 

August’s soldiers have rounded up a man and a woman – a boy and a woman, more accurately. The woman is around my age but seems much older, and she glares at us hatefully enough to make me shudder.

They each have a tattoo on their forearms that identify them as Draven’s people. Some of August’s people have similar tattoos to identify them, but not all. Bearing any warlord’s mark is a gamble because people are about as likely to attack you for your allegiances as they are to show consideration for it.

“We’re not his people anymore,” the boy says. “I cut the mark. See?” He points to a few still-healing cuts slashing through the crow tattoo that marks him as one of Draven’s. It’s how his followers got the nickname crows. The girl’s mark is pristine.

August takes the man’s wrist in his hand and angles his forearm to get a better look at it. The man winces at his touch.

August drops his wrist. “And why are you no longer his people?”

“He . . . wasn’t a good guy,” the boy says slowly.

“Warlords aren’t known for being good guys,” Miss Evaline – one of Miss Ally’s people on this outing – says. “Except for the Boss.” She sounds more than a little condescending. 

“I’m certainly not a good guy,” August says dismissively. He really isn’t and him saying so really shouldn't be hot but I still clench my thighs together. 

After weeks of ignoring him, of keeping my legs shut and my vagina as dry as the desert, he reads one teeny tiny snippet of a bullshit Kindle Unlimited-esque romantasy in front of me and here we are. 

“Give me details,” August says.

The two crows exchange a look. 

“I wasn’t asking.”

“There were rumors of something going down. A merger, a trade, I’m not sure exactly what,” the woman says.

“A trade with who?”

The boy swallows. “John the Revelator.”

John the Revelator, who earned his nickname back before the world ended through apocalyptic religious and political rhetoric, is pretty freaky, too. He was somehow elected to the House of Representatives a year or so before shit hit the fan, and when it did, he knew just how to play it. His followers, now called Thoroughbreds, were ready to flock to him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a muscle tick in August’s jaw. He keeps his eyes on the crows when he addresses his soldiers. “Tie them up. We’re taking them back with us.”

The boy’s eyes widen in panic. “We’ll tell you anything you want to know!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” August says. “Blindfold them, too.”

***

Our little mission has been cut short. Whatever information those two people have is worth more than anything we’ll find in these houses.

I go back into the house to grab my shit. I hurriedly stuff the book into my bag and bury it under a bunch of shit. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving this thing behind. 

“Still have that book?”

I jump at the sound of August’s voice; he neither notices nor cares. 

“Why?” I challenge. “Gonna make me put it in the library truck?”

“Of course not,” he says. “That book is yours.”

I quirk an eyebrow because I find that difficult to believe. “Really? You want me to keep it?”

“Really,” he agrees. “In fact, I insist.”

“Why?” He can’t possibly just want me to keep it out of the goodness of his heart.

His eyes travel down to my mouth and linger there before returning to mine. “Because I know you’re going to think about me every time you read it.”

Fuck. Why am I turned on when I know he has every intention of torturing those two crows if they don’t give him what he wants? 

He’ll torture the boy, at least. I heard a rumor that he doesn’t torture women – at least not physically – and I don’t know if that makes him a gentleman or a chauvinist. 

***

August Walker had an unfailing ability to keep himself in check.

He was especially grateful for it at times like these, when he was simultaneously interrogating prisoners and imagining Delilah Reid pleasuring herself as she thought of him.

How did she like to pleasure herself, he wondered? Was she the sort of woman to rub frantic circles around her swollen clit, desperate for release, or would she take the time to tease herself?

Perhaps she put fingers into her tight cunt. Two at a time, he guessed, and only up to the first knuckle. He was very good and guessing the little details that brought women pleasure.

When he had her, which he inevitably would, he would start with one finger. He’d penetrate her slowly and deeply and only give her enough time to catch her breath before plunging in and out, steadily increasing his pressure and pace. 

Thankfully, he stood with his back to the rest of the men in the tent, bent forward at the waist to mark the maps laid out on the tabletop. If anyone saw the impressive bulge in his pants, they assumed it was because he was in the middle of an interrogation, that his subjects; fear and his own power were what turned him on.

Not that a random, rude blue-collar twentysomething had him in knots – especially since that rude twentysomething wasn’t at the level of drop-dead gorgeous that was required for most men to withstand such high levels of bullshit.

“Where did you hear the rumors?” Sy asked the boy. He was in a wooden dining chair with arms, as was the woman. Neither of them were tied or taped down, though most of the soldiers in the room had rope or duct tape – a clear threat of what would happen should they cease cooperating.

“One of the other soldiers said he saw Draven meeting with a Thoroughbred at a stopover,” the boy said, using the nickname for John the Revelator’s followers. 

One of the other soldiers in the room produced a knife and started tossing it up into the air and catching it by the blade. The boy saw and started speaking faster.

“One of them should’ve killed the other but they didn’t. They passed things back and forth; I don’t know what.”

“There’s not enough food in Draven’s camp,” the woman said, her words stumbling over the boy’s. “It’s not sustainable. Draven would only trade if he absolutely had to.”

“Is that why you left, then?” August asked without turning towards the captives. “You were hungry?”

“I left cause all Draven has to trade is women,” the woman snaps. “I’m not gonna be a whore for a bunch of white supremacists.”

Sy turned to the boy. “And you left because?”

“Because he’s in love with her,” August said dismissively. He finally turned to look at his prisoners. Judging by the look on his face, the boy had never voiced his feelings. Judging by the look on hers, the woman was fully aware of this and chose to ignore it.

“You were a whore in Draven’s camp?” August said. The woman looked him up and down, eyes briefly catching on his groin, and nodded once. “Would you like to be a whore in mine?”

The woman’s eyes went back to the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” August said. “It’s not for you.”

Lilah was probably fucking herself right this second while the rest of the camp was sleeping, he thought. She was probably doing it under the covers on her shitty cot in her shitty tent with at least ten other people in there. 

Maybe some of them were awake. Maybe Lilah knew they were. Maybe she was too desperate to care.

“If I don’t want to be a whore?” the woman asked.

“Then I would hope you have something else of value to offer,” August said. “Otherwise, well . . .” He shrugged casually. “Take the night to think about it. Sy, put them somewhere secure for the night. I have other things I’d like to get done.”

[letterstomonkey]

A Letter from Your Monkey

I am made of spices just like you, Dad

I bring your dirty laundry downstairs

and I walk behind you

Locking eyes with your left leg limping

You taught me how to read time

You asked me what time it was

Watching 60 minutes and the Andy Griffith show every night

Mom got upset when I slept in your bed

But I like to wake up to your snoring

Because I need to know you are alive sometimes

Your humanity escaped me for many years

The world painted you a monster

I painted you my handprint

On a blue oven mitt at preschool for Father's Day

You keep it in the kitchen of your one story house

Where you wake up alone

and you speak another language

I can not read it but I try to read you

I read between the lines of your forehead wrinkles and receding hairline

I read between the lines of of every car you crashed

Pistachio shells

Your black leather jacket

And the way You were more gentle with my body

Than my mother was

And I noticed that

I remember that

Your belt you never used against me

You held my humanity over my head

You came from another world

You named me after your biggest blessings

A big tub of rice on the floor of the pantry

And your twelve year old shoes in the laundry room

Your cologne carries over to my hesitance to wear mascara

And your disappointment lays a hand on my shoulder

in every photo where I smile without my teeth

Daddy, you are a reckless driver

Yet you buckle my stuffed animal in the backseat beside me

I stayed up reading books every night waiting for you to come home at ten, eleven, twelve, or sometimes never o'clock

I liked to be awake with you alone

I hid from you before you left for work in the mornings

I have ears like you

My chin stays raised, and stubborn like you

I am ten o'clock at night

I became the leg you shifted your weight on

And I pulled the crutch out from under you

Inside the Mecklenburg County courtroom

Your lawyers and your layovers

The color green of our family

You told me one day I would wear a green wedding dress

Like your sisters, like my Daddy's sisters

You would walk me down the aisle

You would be there and be able to walk

You taught me how to tell time

You taught me how to use these legs

To run as far away as they would take me

Only if I made it home for dinner

And you brought leftovers to Rick and Kathy across the street

They did not need food

But you had to give everything away

It is what you know how to do

You use your voice like a wooden cutting board

Letting sharper shrieking siblings and moms leave their mark

They grew more dull

You are as you always have been

I loved you in great expectations

I lost you in great expectations

I color your skin in orange crayon

My Daddy has orange skin and they don't make the right color for it

My Daddy is a broken violin

A piano that has not been tuned in thirty years

But you open the top

And dust swirls into the air

Making its presence known three doors down

You make your presence known all the way to the end of the street

You hand me dollar bills to save in an empty pretzel jar

You keep Klondike bars in bulk in our freezer

and you eat my leftovers in the fridge but you don't tell me that

I don't ask you either

I recall you getting ready for work

I used to play Webkinz on your laptop

and made my own rules for one player chess

And you hid everything

I learned to be so good at hiding things

Hiding myself

Hiding from you

I keep coming home,

Something about burning charcoal

Something about growing tomatoes in the garden that will stay with me forever

When I haven't eaten in days

My stomach still accepts tomatoes, raw

Bitten into like forbidden fruit from the garden of Parviz

Forbidden footsteps on the front steps

The puppy gate at the bottom of the stairs that you broke

I'm sorry for not understanding how much more difficult we made it for you to walk up the stairs

I slide down the railing

I sit outside your bedroom at night

Careful not to wake anybody

But I listen to your wheezing snoring stirring

Until my stomach turns slower

Still sifting through you at nineteen

I am still sifting through your sins

I am still cutting up my legs on the brick fireplace

And leaving notes for Santa on the mantle

And sinking into the sofa where you left indentations

I am still at the bus stop at the end of the driveway

Watching you walking outside to get the mail in your boxers and stained white t-shirt

And I am turning redder than the tomatoes you grew in the garden

And I am fuming shades of saffron and cumin

I'm wondering what you see in me

I'm never on the same page as you but

I have a million paper cuts from searching for you

I hide my phone from you when you enter the room

Deleting flip phone text messages as quickly as I can

And by the time your footstep crescendo creaks into my doorway

I am sitting on both of my hands

And I realize I left the big light on a couple hours too late at night

Oh, I am torn, torn, torn

Lord, I pray for my tongue

To speak in solidarity with my father's

I pray for the provision of speech to bring this house to its knees

I pop balloons

when it is too quiet in my mind

The sound of sudden endings is familiarity

I have been grieving you since I laid eyes on you

And you have been picking up the pieces of your presence since the beginning of time

You taught me the hands of time

The little one is for seconds and she is quick, like me when I scored three goals in one game and you were so proud of me

The short hand tells the hours

He is slow and stubborn but stable and You are the hours

And the minute hand is impatient, always butting heads with the other ones, confusing me, not enough of its own thing to stand alone

My mother

My third grade teacher got mad at me for throwing food across the lunch table

and I started crying about my Dad

I told her I had not seen you in so long

And why were you gone when I needed you

I didn't really need a dad

But how I could I forget you once introduced

How could I fill the hole where you told me I was Your pride and Your joy

How could I grow up in the same house where you forbid me from letting go of catching fireflies

And eating dinner at Cici's pizza

And blockbuster movie rentals

And the three stooges

I am still learning how to tell time

How to speak with a softer tongue

But a heartier throat

A less fearful laugh

A genuine generosity that knows not withholding of love and forgiveness and beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful forgetfulness

I am still remembering something

60 minutes til the clock strikes midnight

6 years old when the nightmares took over

I will let mom excavate the bones of me

When the morning light tells her to rescue me

I let her blanket me in guilt ridden goosebumps

Knowing I needed rescuing at midnight

and my Daddy was the one to save me

And it is the least I could do to sleep next to him

I needed to know that you are still alive

Sometimes in my nightmares you are not

Your humanity escaped me for many years

When you were home I covered up my ears

If every other voice in the world is a knife

You were born a wooden cutting board

Absorbing the damage

Taking hits like a champion

You are as you always have been

Your garden, you grew me

Your garden, you showed me

Tomatoes can't grow red without green

I wear a watch on my middle finger of my left hand

I've been learning how time works since I was eight

I see you in the steady hour hand

How could I ever be anything but Your pride and Your joy

How could I grow up in the same place you forbid me from letting go of catching fireflies

The sound of sudden endings reminds me of you

I've been grieving you since I was a child

I've been grieving you since I learned of death

I've been grieving you since I made a friend

With death and all his passive compliments

I pray for provision of speech to bring this house to its knees

The sound of sudden endings is my family, my childhood street

I will never forgive myself for the years I can't get back

I love you past the meaning of life

Life and death knows not the love for my Dad

I miss you like a hurricane aftermath

You've been picking up the pieces of your presence since the beginning of time

[mumza03]

Generation Loss Breakdown "Episode One: The Spirit of the Cabin"

This is genuinely going to be such a long break down hope yall like it, I won’t be able to write done every single word that they say but I will try and pick up on any lines that stood out to be lore wise, I would still recommend watching the vod because it was hilarious. My ideas of how the lore is incorporated in the comedy aspect of the live stream will be mixed into the breakdown. If I miss anything please comment about it! I want to hear what yall are thinging

Starts off with the worm hole screen we see in one of the past short videos. This was a time filler for everyone to be able to get on the stream. How everything worked was there was a plug in on the stream that let the live chat vote on what happened or what order something happened. It was so much fun to be a part of even if I didn’t get to participate the full time. I'd encourage everyone to watch the next two streams live if possible. It is so worth the experience. 

When the stream started it showed the showfalls media logo, then went to Charlie doing a strange voice for his character. Hes in front of a crystal ball and there is a gif of different monsters on top of the ball. This is the first vote of the stream, chat chose the different parts of a monster. The results were shark, pickles, and lobster. 

Then the screen cuts to the stage, with the tv from the last video turned on and the words “showfall media proudly presents The Spirit of the Cabin” fading on to the screen. The lights come up and it shows a old cabin on the couch is ranboo asleep. To the left is a door with chains all over it, on the back wall is a window, a bookcase, a goat, and a door to the outside. On the right is another door. 

Ran wake up as the TV turners off, the first thing that they do it try and take the mask off. Then he starts to walk to all the doors and try to open them. The one on the back wall is the only one to open, taking him to a forest. With nothing around but the door, which when reentered takes them back to the cabin. 

At this point chat is given a second option to push “haunt” a urn. In it is “someone’s ashes”. Ran goes to investigate and gets freaked out by it and stands up, in the bottom right corner is a cute little guy who says his name is squiggle and he is the “...loveable mascot of Showfall Media :)” Squiggle pops up all throughout the show, so keep an eye out when watching for him. On the back of the mask Ranboo is wearing there is the Showfall logo, which I believe means that Showfall were the ones to kidnap him, force him to do the show, and to put the mask on them. 

The door on the right has three locks on it, ran starts to investigate around the room for the keys. This gives chat another vote to participate in. in the book shelf he finds a green key first, at the window he sees a shadowy figure with horns and a blue key. Under the tv he pulls out a tape of “Dr. jekyll and Mr.Hyde” goes back to the door on the back wall and this time hes at a beach, here he picks up a pocket full of sand. On the wall to the right is a keyrack with a whistle on it, he blows it and bats fall down from the ceiling. This is where he gets the last key which is red. 

But none of the keys are useful because Charlie pulls a kool aid man and bursts down the door in a cloud of smoke. He is covered in a slimy green suit with green horns on his head. 

They have a conversation where Charlie tells ran to leave through the back door, and it ends up with him in “christian hell” which was one of my favorite bits in this whole thing. 

Charlie calls Ran into the room that he broke the door of which is a kitchen, where Charlie tells ran that to get out of here Ranboo needs to do a cooking challenge. Which leads to the “conflict” of this “show” produced by Showfall media, also gives chat ways to interact with the show. 

On the fridge spelled out in letter magnets are the words “behind you” on the freezer part of the fridge. 

During this part there are cutaways to interviews with Ran and Charlie, which raises the question as to how much control that the “characters” have over themself, because there is a change in the demeanor of Ran from when he first woke up and during the interview portions. Also typically the first thing that is said after the interviews is directly related to the interview. Like when Charlie was trying to say Ran was running out of slime (instead of time) during the actual show portion he kept repeating slime. Additionally they keep acknowledging that Ran is wearing a mask.

Side note when Slime was throwing the apples it was so cool how Ran caught the apple in the pan.

After the contest which ran won he gets the ok to leave, but ends up in the slime dimension. Which ended up with him coming back into the cabin. In his search for if anyone was still in the cabin he went into the kitchen where one of Charlie's goons walked through another door on the right side of the kitchen, on his back is a VHS tape which he plays on the TV in the first room of the cabin. 

Every other time he is able to pick up an item there is an inventory bar that pops up on the left side of the screen, each item has a little picture of that thing. EXCEPT for this VHS tape, which is a pixelated blob of red and white. This is one time where I feel like we get to see GL!Ranboo and not the character being presented to the audience by Showfall media. 

On the tape there is a hooded figure telling ran that he has to keep going because “... they are entertained.” and to not resist. To this information we get to see a genuine reaction of fear and panic from this character in the “show” being made. In the corner the mascot’s text starts to glitch through the glitch parts he says “what are you doing?” When Ran first gets the tape the lights on the mask start to blink which leads me to think that when the light is on that is when the Ranboo that Showfall has as a character is who we see and when the light is off is when the Ranboo who actually exists in the universe is who we see.

The full transcription goes like this:

Tv person: “Hello? Oh my god. I got in. listen there is not much time, you don’t realize whats going on yet but you are doing well.”

Ranboo: “What?”

TV: “they are entertained, just keep going ok, and don’t resist. Ill be in touch.”

Ranboo: “what, don't resist what? What is this place where am I? Hello?”

Immediately after there is a break screen saying that snowfall is experiencing technical difficulties and to stay on the page. 

At this point big shout out to ran’s determination to make this whole show happen because he had to be taken to the hospital right after the show because some of the wires in the mask came undone and burned him. He went on like this for a solid hour for the show.

Part two 

Back to the recap and break down. The technical difficulty screen went away and we see ran sleeping on the couch again he wakes up and is back in character for the show. He goes into the room that the goon with the videotape came out of and starts to investigate around the room. On a table there is a doll house, with a lock in the bed of the bedroom which he picks up. 

As he explores the room he finds and rag and picks it up. Under the stair towards the back of the room there is a cage covered with a tarp. In the cage is Sneeg and my new favorite character Frank. Ran tries to get the two out with the keys despite the lock being a combination lock, meaning that the keys were pointless. On the window by the stairs are bolt cutters which Ran uses to free Sneeg and Frank. In this room I haven’t been able to see anything that suggests danger as far as the set goes.

I LOVE the way that the fight was meant to be like chat was controlling the fight.

After a fight where chat gets to control Ranboo as the hero, the two of them start walking through the house, ending up in the room with the chains on the door. Which we see is a young Charlie’s room. Along the back wall there is a bed, chest, and a painting of Charlie. To the left is a “wall”, and on the right is a desk where they find a knife and a couple pairs of scissors in the drawer of the desk. After the pair investigated the room ran had to “go to sleep” as that is what chat voted for him to do. 

While he slept Sneeg had to stand in the same spot for “8 hours” while Charlie and his goons pushed on the “wall” which is a piece of fabric. We get to see the side of the wall that isn't the bed room which has a desk and just piles of random things around the room. After ran wake up Sneeg cuts the wall, here is where the first poll from the beginning of the stream comes into play. Once Sneeg was able to make a large enough hole the monster grabs him and eats/kills him. 

Ran and the monster have the world’s slowest chase scene, where the monster conveniently gives ran enough time to set up a mannequin showing off the merch. 

Ran is able to trap the monster in the cage that Sneeg was in and locking it in. when ran walks through the hole in the wall Ranboo has to have a boss fight with Charlie. Which ended with ran winning and getting a rag covered in Charlie’s slime.

After winning the fight we see his maks start to flash then turn turn off, meaning that he is able to see reality, the person from the VHS tapes are back and this is what they say: “good work Ranboo you made it to Ep two, my name is Hetch. You’ve got to just keep going alright, look i'm trying to find a way to get you out of there, whatever you do dont resist. I hope you’re good at puzzles.” once this video finished playing his mask starts to work again. 

They open the door that would take them to other worlds, and this time it take him to a studio where he is ambushed by two people wearing rat masks. One of which injects him with something.

And this is where the stream ended.

[soaps-hoe-141]

Back Together

Part 6

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 4.1k

Synopsis: Mans have got their whole titties out

Warnings: Mans have got their whole titties out

Ghost held the medkit as he stood beside Soap outside the other man’s door, watching him silently until the shorter man finally managed to turn the key in the lock and push the door open with his shoulder. “Here we go, mi casa es su casa Lt.” The big man stepped inside behind him, glancing around the apartment. He had driven Soap home on multiple occasions from the bar when he was too drunk to drive himself, but this was the first time he had ever actually been inside. It was surprisingly plain, a far cry from what anyone would expect from the beaming Scotsman. A couch faced a TV that was hung on the wall and as Ghost stared at it he noticed it was a bit crooked like whoever had hung it hadn’t had any help and had just said ‘Fuck it’ and left it like that. There was a shelf on the wall next to the arm of the couch, it had a few houseplants that spaced out a few framed photos. Turning his head to the left he saw the kitchen, small just as the living room was with a small fridge and freezer combo, a gas stove, and two cabinets with plain black countertops and place for storage underneath. He saw a dark hallway that split the apartment in half and two doors near the end on opposite sides that were both closed. His quiet investigation must have made the Scotsman nervous though because finally he said, “It’s not much I know but I’ve got what I need.” He pointed down the hallway and explained, “My room is on the left and the bathroom is on the right.”

Ghost nodded quietly before he said, “It’s nice Johnny.” There was something in the way his face brightened up that brought a heat to the masked man’s face and he was thankful to have the mask to cover it. He moved towards the couch, eyes darting to the photos on the shelf as he inspected them closer. There were several family photos, a man who assumed was the brother Soap had mentioned during his rant earlier was standing next to a short blonde woman with a tiny dark haired girl standing between them. Soap’s parents were in another photo holding the same girl though she was much younger in that picture, maybe a year old. He inspected the photos of the family but was surprised to see the photogenic Soap was absent from just about all of them, save for a single one. He glanced towards the other man who was doing something in the kitchen before Ghost reached up to grab the only picture with Soap actually in it. “Hey Johnny, who’s this?” The tall man was looking down and studying the other man in the picture with him, almost feeling like he had seen him before but was unable to place him.

Soap’s eyes glanced over and noticed very quickly just what it was Ghost was talking about. His face seemed to drop before he tried to play it off and shook his head, “It’s nobody, just a friend Lt.”

Ghost gave him one of those hard stares that always seemed to carve itself into other people’s minds and asked, “You sure about that?”

The dark haired man ran a hand through his mohawk before he seemed to give in and shook his head before answering, “He’s my ex Ghost. Been meaning to get rid of the picture actually but I keep forgetting, I’m not exactly here very often.” Ghost was caught off guard with the confession, he had never expected Soap would be into men but then again who was he to judge? It didn’t change anything for either of them. Instead Ghost simply nodded and put the picture back up as Soap came over, eyes nearly glaring at the picture. The big man could see the hurt that hid behind those eyes when he thought of his ex. The betrayal of being broken up with by someone you thought you could trust never sat well with anyone. “He ended it about two months ago, right after Mexico and Hassan. Said he couldn’t take being with me anymore, it was just too much.” Ghost gave Soap a confused look before the Scotsman shrugged and elaborated, “He didn’t like that I wasn’t here very often. Not to mention my paycheck. And even when I was here, he said I was never really here.”

Ghost sighed and shook his head. It was hard for civilians to understand their life and even harder for them if you were as giving as Soap was. The man did anything he could for those he cared about, he always had, it was what drove him to tears in that parking lot earlier. He gave too much. And when a man like that, who would give anything for anyone, decided not to give you the one thing you were asking him the most for it was near impossible to comprehend. Ghost reached up, putting the photo back on the shelf and hiding a hint of jealousy in his voice as he said, “Didn’t know you were dating anyone.”

The shorter man gave a quick shrug and retorted, “You never asked Lt. no one ever did. And there was no reason to tell anyone either. Wasn’t like we were nearly getting married, we were only together for about six months anyway.” The Scot reached up for the picture, pulling it off the shelf as he turned it over and undid the back to pull the picture out. “You know he ended it right before that two week leave we had a couple days after Mexico. I spent every dime I had to take him to Bermuda and I was gonna surprise him with the tickets that night because he always wanted to go, you know. I lost every cent I spent on that vacation, dinnae even take myself I just decided to stay home the whole time.”

He gave a cynical snort and ripped the picture up before he took it over to the trashcan and let the pieces fall. Ghost watched silently before feeling a compulsion to say, “I’m sorry Johnny.”

The Scotsman waved him off with his little half smile that meant he cared but not enough to say he did and shrugged, “No worries Lt. I probably deserved it honestly, that whole thing with Graves and Hassan was pure fuckery. I couldn't trust anyone after that, especially not anyone outside of us." Soap pointed between himself and Ghost before giving another light laugh to lighten the mood and continuing, "I was hard to live with for a bit after that.”

A thought struck him then and Ghost asked, “Was that the same night you told all of us to come to the bar and we walked into you dancing on a table? Three girls stuffing bills down your fuckin pants like you were a stripper?” He saw Soap’s cheeks begin to burn hot as he held back a self-conscious smile though he nodded nonetheless. “The same night you smacked that bloke across the back with a pool stick cause he wouldn’t leave that girl alone?”

Soap chuckled a bit at that one, “Aye, the very same. Wasn’t my fault the man couldn’t take no for an answer. She wasn’t interested, I was just helping him understand that.” A snort left Ghost then, involuntarily but a snort all the same. Soap smirked then and shrugged again, “On the plus side she made it all worth it at least. A nice distraction that night you can be sure, I couldn't even feel my broken nose after she was done with me.” 

Another snort from Ghost as the big man shook his head and headed for the counter to put the medkit down that he had brought with him upstairs. “Alright Johnny, go take a shower. I’ll help you with your hands once you’re done.”

The other man nodded and turned before throwing over his shoulder, “If you want to watch TV the remote is on the shelf. Mi casa-”

Ghost cut him off, “es su casa. I know Johnny, go.” The big man waited until Soap had disappeared into the bathroom before he opened the med kit and started looking through the contents. By the time he had found what he needed the Scotsman was crossing the hall to his bedroom to find the clothes he had forgotten to bring with him. Another few minutes passed and Soap was rejoining him in the kitchen. He held a shirt in his hand with a pair of sweats on, drops of water still littering his chest as he tossed the shirt onto a counter and opened the fridge. The man was leaning over as he rifled through the fridge, water clinging to his skin where he hadn't really taken the time to dry off. He noticed several freckles there like a constellation across his back that just ached to be traced. His skin begged to be clawed and marked up, to be owned. The masked man watched him turn around, forcing his expression to remain neutral as Soap caught him staring red handed. The shorter man held up a couple bottles of water to show the Lieutenant and tossed one towards Ghost. The most he could manage was a grunt of thanks before he had to clear his throat to get the tension out and said, “Come here. Let me see your hands.”

Soap did as he was told, putting the water on the counter next to Ghost who was leaning back against it, doing his best to feign disinterest. Then he held out his hands watching as the big man went to work with surprisingly deft fingers. He caught the shorter man staring up at him more than once, blue eyes studying him and the mask. Soap’s body heat was radiating off of his half bare body, it made the big man shift uncomfortably against the counter as the heat spread up and across his face. Neither of them spoke, even Soap who couldn’t stand the silence was quiet, save for his breathing. Ghost cleared his throat again as he finished and dropped Soap’s hand, avoiding the other man’s eyes that he could feel watching him. “There,” Ghost pushed up from the counter and slipped by Soap avoiding touching him anymore as he felt the overstimulation speeding his heart beat up far more than it should have. He was beginning to feel boxed in and trapped by the Scotsman even though the man had been nearly an arms length away from him.

It was Ghost’s turn to feel the eyes on him, carving shapes into his back that caused his breath to hitch in his lungs. He could hear the smile in the other’s voice now as he spoke, “Thanks Lt. I’m gonna let you patch me up next time we’re in the field. You’re way better at it than Gaz is, man has hands like a brick I swear.” Soap watched the big man as he nodded, not saying anything before he offered, “You should go shower too you know. Not healthy to leave those sweaty clothes on this long. Is your go bag still in your truck?”

Ghost glanced over his shoulder at Soap before nodding slowly, the tension that had been suffocating him not even a moment ago was washed away by his dismissive words. His shoulders easing from the tension as he fought to keep the calm this time, “Yeah, it’s in the back seat.”

Soap grabbed Ghost’s keys off the counter then and nodded towards his bathroom, “Go shower, I’ll leave your bag by the bathroom door. My little thanks for patching me up Lt.” Ghost eyed the dark hallway for a second before he gave in and nodded. The door to the apartment closed behind Soap as the bathroom door closed behind his own back.

------------(Soap POV)------------

The go bag was easy enough to find, Ghost’s truck was meticulously clean especially in the back seat. It was obvious no one had ever sat back there before. He grabbed it, ignoring the twinge of pain in his fingers, and hurried back towards his apartment. Soap stopped in the kitchen, his mind wandering from the task he had given himself as he listened to the water run in the shower. Before he really even thought about it he dropped the bag and turned towards the stove, “He likes tea yeah? Don’t have any bourbon so tea will have to do.” He put the kettle on, letting the water heat up, and he was about to continue his earlier task of bringing the bag down the hallway when a knock sounded against the door. He furrowed his brow at the door not answering on the first knock and moving towards it slowly as another knock sounded. He looked through the peephole and blinked a couple times as if he was seeing things before he unlocked the door and a short dark haired woman pushed inside past him.

“Took you long enough John, what're you gonna do, leave your poor mother out there to freeze to death?” The woman was looking him up and down, shirtless in his kitchen with a kettle on the burner. The water had stopped just as she entered and though she had no evidence of it her dark eyes glanced about the apartment as if she felt that something was different in here. “Well, don’t I at least get a hello? I only birthed ye.”

Soap looked wide eyed down at his short mother before his strained voice asked in a high pitch, “What the hell are ye doin here mum?”

She gave him a shake of her head, “I came to see ye John. What can I no see my son now? Ye already live as far away as ye can.”

Soap was staring at the woman with a wide eyed look when he heard the bathroom door squeak open on its hinges. The light illuminated the hallway and he could see Ghost’s covered face looking down at the floor for a second before he turned with a towel wrapped around his waist and came down the hallway. The already wide eyes widened even more and he glanced towards his mother who was about to peek down the hall as well. His worlds were about to collide and he perished the thought. He was frozen in horror as Ghost stopped dead in his tracks holding a towel wrapped around his waist and his mask on his face. Staring at his mother with blinking eyes, chest bare and water dripping down that made Soap’s eyes linger a bit too long for comfort. The Scots mouth was more dry than it had been in that desert. Tattoos decorated his pale skin, and blue eyes traced the lines of water droplets across his skin. Ghost's broad chest was littered with scars, bullets and knives had marred that perfectly pale skin. The grooves of his abdomen and the dip between his pectorals would have had him salivating if it wasn't for the biggest cockblock in the world standing three feet in front of him.

It was his mother who broke the tense silence with a loud, “And who the feck ye?” Her accent was thicker than anything Ghost would have heard before, even when Soap was neck deep in Gaelic.

“Mum, you cannae just ask people that!” Soap’s own accent was thickening now, driven by his mother’s.

She scoffed loud at him and looked the big man up and down with a harsh glare, “Aye I can and I will. Who. The feck. Are ye?” Every word was pronounced with harsh syllables as internally Soap screamed at her to just shut the fuck up. Ghost looked towards him and then down to where his bag was sitting on the ground before he quietly walked over, picked it up off the ground, turned around, and headed back down the hallway without a word. Soap watched him go with horror in his eyes as his mother turned on him then, “Are ye just letting men into your apartment now John? And why the hell is he wearin a feckin mask? What kinda shite are you into!? And since when were you gay!?”

Soap let out a groan, a hand reaching up to his eyes as he very nearly started crying at the atrocities being committed here today. “Mum, listen very carefully to me right now. His name is Ghost. I work with him. We are not together. I had an accident at work and he drove me home. That’s it, ok? That’s all there is to it. I’m not gay, I swear to you I am not gay ok?”

“You’re letting a man shower in your apartment and you’re gonna try to tell me, standing there half naked, that ye aren’t doing something ye aren’t supposed to be doing?” She eyed him closely with doubt obvious in her eyes.

“Mum, nothing's happening between me and him. He’s a friend, and a good one at that. Now please leave, I'm beggin ye mum. I just saw you for an entire week, I stayed in your bloody house woman. Please go home.” Soap would have been on his knees if he thought it would have hurried her along, he was more embarrassed than he ever had been, nothing he had ever said or done could top this moment right here. She had come in at exactly the worst moment a mother could walk into her son's apartment and the worst part was that he truly wasn't even doing anything.

She glanced back down the dark hallway, Ghost had confined himself to the bathroom as he got dressed thankfully. Finally her voice dropped an octave and she said, “I was just worried about ye John. You seemed upset when you left yesterday, I was worried you might be angry at me and your da, I just wanted to check on ye.”

Soap took in a deep breath and shook his head, “I’m not mad at ye and ye don’t have to be worried mum. I’m alright I promise. And I love ye mum, more than anything else, but please for the love of Christ leave. This has already been a nightmare come true. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s my superior mum. I really can’t have him hating me.”

His mother’s lips pursed as she thought and finally she opened her arms beckoning him forward, “Ok, I’ll leave ye alone. Give me a hug John.” He wrapped her up in his arms for a second, smiling when she said, “I love ye too son.” Then she pulled away and headed for the door, “Don’t be a stranger anymore, we miss seeing ye at home.” Soap nodded and thanked God when the door finally shut behind her.

It wasn’t even a second later the squeal of the kettle snapped his attention over to it and he hurried over. He pulled it off the burner and grabbed a mug before rifling through the cabinets for the tea. He poured Ghost a cup and set it on the counter quietly waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. After a few minutes he did, his eyes searching the room for the woman who had just been there before Soap pushed the cup of tea forward and said, “She’s gone don’t worry.”

Ghost glanced down at the mug and nodded slowly before he took it, “She’s…excitable?”

Soap snorted and shook his head, “She’s a bit more than that. But, she’s my mum, what can you do, you know?” The Scot stepped around his house guest and made for the couch, taking a tired seat on one end and grabbing the remote. He flipped the tv on and glanced up as Ghost joined him sitting on the opposite side. “Thanks for not making a big deal about it. And I’m sorry she yelled at you Lt.”

Ghost turned his eyes to glance at him before shrugging, “A lot of people yell at me Johnny. I just surprised her.” He went quiet for a few seconds before he added on, “And damn did she surprise me.”

Soap couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at that, “I’ve never seen that look from you before. She was just staring at you and…God Ghost you didn’t even say anything. Ye just grabbed your bag and walked away. I thought ye were gonna pass out how stiff ye looked.” Ghost eyed him with a humorous gaze himself as Soap laughed about it, his stomach aching as he remembered the big man blinking slowly at his mother, almost looking scared to speak to her. After the day he had had not to mention the week it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath, but he needed a good laugh that wasn’t at his own expense. He was just thankful Ghost was letting him have it. His stomach ached by the time he had calmed himself down and Ghost had finished the cup of tea. It was dark outside, the one window by his TV that shined light on the plants was dark now, beads of water rolling down the pane.

Ghost looked down at his watch and muttered, “I should go. It’s getting late.”

He stood and the Scotsman was quick to follow as he shook his head, “There’s really no reason to you know? You can stay the night here. You’d have to come back tomorrow morning either way, we both get more sleep if you just stay. You can have my room, I sleep on the couch most of the time anyway. I like the sound of the TV.” Ghost glanced uncertainly at him and he could see the denial about to come out of his mouth before Soap added, “And me mum would probably kill me if she knew I was a bad host.”

Ghost sighed and finally nodded, “Fine. If that’s what you want Johnny.” The big man took his cup to the sink and set it down before washing it out. Soap had disappeared down the hall for a few moments, coming back with a blanket and pillow from his room and throwing them on the couch.

At Soap’s beckoning, Ghost followed the Scotsman down the hall to his room as he opened the door. A desk sat on the far side of the room with a couple more pictures of his family and a bed sat against the wall. The sheets looked fresh like Soap hadn’t slept in them since they had been put on, the Sergeant hadn’t been lying when he said he rarely used it. There was a short table beside the bed with a wire coming up behind it so Soap could charge his phone. It was just as plain as the rest of the apartment. It wasn’t unusual though, the team spent more time away than here, Soap’s room at the barracks had been more personal than this place was and it hadn’t even been his. The only thing that let you know it was even Soap’s place were the pictures of his family. The shorter man cleared his throat then and looked at Ghost, “I’ll leave you to it Lt. Hope you sleep well.”

The Scotsman cleared out of the room and headed back down the hall. He turned off the lights and turned the volume down on the TV as he laid down and got settled in for the night. Sleep wouldn’t come though. He just stared absently at the TV’s lit screen, one arm hanging off the couch while the other hugged the pillow to his face. He turned over so many times he lost count, trying to force his mind to stop thinking of the man only fifteen meters away sleeping in his bed. His mind kept wandering though, returning his thoughts to the water dripping down his bare chest. The towel that he had held wrapped around his waist and how much he had wanted to see what was beyond it. The light trail of hair from the top of his navel that had disappeared below that disgusting opaque towel. It let his imagination run wild too much and he groaned with a light sob into the pillow he was burying his face in, “Fuckin hell, stop thinking for five fuckin minutes please.” He sighed heavily, shoving his face into his pillow repeatedly and using his other hand to bring the blanket up above his head. He laid like that so long he honestly lost track of the time. He didn’t move again though until he heard stumbling from his room, his head lifting slowly to listen, and then quiet curses spilled through the wall when he heard the sound of glass shattering on the opposite side of the wall. “Fuckin hell…”

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH House Floor Plans

So I was trying to write something and I was having a hard time visualizing it. So I decided to sketch out what I thought the HSH house looked like to make it easier. Originally it was just a doodle for myself but then I got carried away and ended up with way more detail than I set out to do. So I’m just gonna post it here just for fun!

Starting out on the bottom floor:

(I know these lines aren't straight. I know things look wonkey. Yes, it bothers me too. But i'm lazy and I'm not going to do it neater. I didn't have any graph paper, okay?)

This is what I envision when I write out the house (second one, not the original townhouse). 

Starting on the sidewalk I have you walk up a few steps to get to the front door. The foyer is where the staircase goes all the way up so you can see the top floor, so it’s open ceiling there. Aside from that tiny alcove where the front door is. A little closet under the stairs for your shoes and coats is about the only real ‘feature’ aside from high ceilings (and poor murdered thermostat). 

Moving up, we go into the living room and come across the bay window. Or as I like to call it - Sky’s sleepy spot! It gets a lot of light and it makes him feel like a happy remlit to sleep there. There’s a big bookcase and a small sofa for the anti-social too. 

There's a bathroom (because it’d be weird for there to be no bathroom on the first floor) but I was too lazy to map it out so use your imagination there. 

Then we hit the main area of the living room - the TV spot! The TV is mounted above the fireplace and there’s a shit ton of space to chill thanks to a very nice sectional sofa. Coffee table to hold your drinks and snacks. There’s a shelf unit behind the couch for all their games and movies and a door that leads outside. 

Into the Kitchen/Dining Area! 

The Kitchen is huge and has a shit ton of counterspace and cabinets. There's what's almost an industrial sized fridge/freezer and two stovetops and ovens. And of course what kitchen would be complete without an island and a breakfast counter.

The dining area probably has, like, fine china in cabinets or something but I was too lazy to draw it in so just imagine that it's very classy. All I could muster was drawing that huge table. No chairs tho lol

There’s a door into the garage. Take a few steps down to make it more even with the street and there’s space for the cars and the bikes to the right. To the left there’s a huge pile of miscellaneous shit Time brought from the old townhouse and things that Legend can’t store in his room. The lower left of the garage is sectioned off by an invisible line that Four draws by glaring at you when you cross it. Enter at your own risk. But he does permit people to come in to wash their clothes in the laundry machines/dryers behind his space.

Out back there's the porch and shed. I didn’t draw the furniture, grill or tree (or treehouse) but rest assured it’s there. The yard is fenced in but any assassin worth their salt can jump it, so Time has garden lights out on the perimeter to keep it from being too dark to see at night.

The Second Floor:

The second floor is basically all bedrooms. So. many. Bedrooms. I almost didn’t fit them all because holy sheet there are a lot of boys in the house and they all have to live on the second floor. Even Wind because I’m pretty sure he’s on the second floor with the others in the new place.

Going clockwise from bottom right;

The small bathroom. Not as big, not as nice, but still coveted. Time made sure to have more than one bathroom in the new place because the boys threatened mutiny if they all had to keep sharing one. And to be fair, it was a rather big oversight the first time. If Time had gotten the ten kids he’d wanted he would have had a lot of unhappy campers.

Wind’s bedroom is a mess. He chose this bedroom because it shared a room with only one of the others and it was close to a bathroom. He opted for a single bed to have more room for his computer set up, since he’d downgraded from the townhouse in terms of bedroom size (and he wasn’t going to need a double anytime soon). He’s got a big honking chair because he spends so much time in it and mounds of junk on the floor because he doesn't have a dresser. The X is the forbidden zone where his clothes go to die and feed the colony of bacteria and teenage boy germs.

Wild’s bedroom isn’t really optimized. A random dresser on the wall leaves a lot of dead space around. He has a lot of stuff and not enough places to store it so a lot of it ends up between his bed and the wall. It smells nicer than Wind’s pile though. Instead of a desk he has a vanity, but due to disorganization it houses his mixing board now. 

Twilight ended up with a corner room because he likes having a lot of light. His bed faces the windows because it helps him wake up in the morning to have the sun beam its light directly into his retinas. He’s got a desk and a closet that he keeps pretty clean. He didn’t know what to do with the space behind or in front of his bed so he got a thin shelf and shoved it in. He’s not super satisfied because it feels like he’s wasting space but he’s got other things to think about these days.

Sky’s room is neat and cozy. Thanks to the weird corner he had a hard to optimizing his space but he figured it out. His bed faces the door because unlike some people he actually doesn’t appreciate the sun trying to burn his eyes in the morning. His desk is on wheels so he tossed his chair away and just drags it to the edge of his bed when he actually needs to use it. It saves space and Sky gets extra time in his bed. Yes, he is a master of his craft.

Warriors opted for a very small desk so he could better fit in another wardrobe for his clothes. The room is smaller than he’d like but it’s close to the nice bathroom and that’s what’s important to him. (not pictured it the full sized mirror that hangs on the wall in front of his closet). Being a social creature, Wars doesn’t spend much time in his room so he doesn’t need it to be big. And after living in the barracks he’s more than used to living in small spaces. The biggest challenge for him was finding enough room for his clothes. Thankfully he cycles through Time’s wardrobe so it’s a non-issue.

The bigger bathroom is bigger and better and almost always has a line in front of it in the mornings. (That's what the couch out in the hallway is for. Waiting.)

The rooms on this side of the house are actually smaller than the ones on the other side and don’t have closets, which was a big thing to consider when the boys were picking rooms. Despite the smaller space, eventually Legend and Hyrule chose these two because they are adjoining, which makes it easier for them. Legend's room is mostly storage aside from his signature rug where he performs his work rituals and his altar, which he keeps pristine among the clutter.

They both sleep in Hyrule's room. Legend respects Hyrule's space and keeps his clutter to his own room, only using the bed. The chest at the foot of the bed holds most of Hyrule's things but it has to be either dragged out to be opened because it’s so close to the wall, or you have to smush yourself against the wall. Usually Hyrule smushes because he’s too tired to go digging around. But he doesn’t have to go into it often because his day-to-day things are kept in the thin dresser along his wall. It’s very small but Hyrule lives frugally and doesn’t own a lot aside from his work clothes, which he hangs behind his door to keep them from wrinkling.

Four won the corner room from Sky in a rock-paper-scissors dispute because of the window. It's an impossibly cozy nook that Four loves to read at when the weather is gray and a bit dreary. It really sets the mood. But truthfully he hadn’t really wanted the room because of the window. He likes it because it puts him as far from everyone else as possible. Not that he doesn’t love the guys but Four is private and he doesn’t want to deal with people walking past his door and peering in randomly. All the spaces above, below and around are as quiet as he can get so the corner room was worth fighting for. The privacy is extra nice when he has a guest staying over. The lack of space isn’t bad either since he doesn’t have much to begin with and anything he actually needs he can just store in the garage.

The Danger Ledge is a small space between the banister and the large window at the front of the house that lets in a lot of natural light. It's called the Danger Ledge because you have to climb around to get to it. Many a boy was bruised in their constant endeavor to climb the Danger Ledge, thus it earned it's name.

The Third Floor:

Upon hitting the top of the stairs you can find a little seating area. It’s just a quiet place to sit that doesn’t belong to anyone else and also is away from everyone else. For the occasional need to decompress without another presence. 

Then there’s the master bedroom. And god, is it big. The bed is basically the size of one of the bedrooms downstairs. There is a dresser with a big TV there for when Malon visits or for when Time needs to watch his soaps without judgment (joking. Maybe). 

And of course he has a huge walk-in closet and private bathroom. It’s got the biggest, nicest tub and no one else is allowed to use it. Everyone else is very bitter about it.

His office is opposite that. Big desk and a huge bookcase to hold his old cases, a fireplace and brooding window for ambiance. And another seating area, this time just for in case any of the boys pay him a visit. There’s also an armchair next to the couch so he can sit there and discuss things on the couch that I forgot to draw in. Oops lol

Then the last room is the newest. Originally it was another storage room but since Winds been helping so much and his newest rig needs a lot of space, Time gave it up so he could have his own space. With the stipulation that he keeps it neater than his bedroom

[palomasophia-blog]

the evolution of the kitchen

as someone who often takes the design of physical spaces for granted, i haven’t bothered to learn more about the room that I probably I probably spend the most active time (AKA not sleeping) in -- the kitchen. 

in my search for a master’s program in food anthropology just now, however, I stumbled upon the syllabus for a course offered at Harvard called “anthropology of food and foodways.” One assignment was labelled “kitchen versus campfire,” which i proceeded to type into google and then open the first link that came up, from a homesteading website. 

i’ve now conveniently decided that this is the perfect time to return to this abandoned blog and write a small blurb on the history of the kitchen. i swear I’m not procrastinating trying to plan out my future or stave away big feelings of loneliness...

 hehe

so, some brief etymology:

the english words “cook” and “kitchen” come from the same latin root: “coquere,” to cook. 

from merriam-webster:  The connection between coquere and cook is easy to see, but kitchen has a more involved history. From the verb coquere came the later Latin noun coquina, meaning “a kitchen.” With some changes in pronunciation, coquina came into Old English as cycene. This became Middle English kichene and finally modern English kitchen.

from this, barbara bamberger-scott deduces that the kitchen as we know it grew up in Europe. Of course, the earliest kitchens were, in fact, fires. Food preparation and eating, like everything else, was done outside. However, even when various forms of shelters came along (tipis, yurts, lean-to’s, huts, houses) the cooking was still done outdoors. 

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it was only with the advent of electricity that the kitchen really came into its own

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today our kitchens are characterized by kitchen appliances that purport to make our lives ever more efficient and easy. of course there are fridges & freezers, microwaves, dishwashers, etc. but in the last two decades or so, there has been an explosion in the marker for kitchen gadgets with increasingly specific and singular uses. this includes small picks to stab either end of our ear of corn with, fancy (expensive) “juicing” machines that squeeze out pre-blended packets of juice (sold separately), tupperware made to fit one kind of fruit or vegetable, and on and on. the Facebook group “did silicon valley reinvent the wheel again” is a fun place to look when you forget how utterly untrue the statement “capitalism breeds innovation” really is. :)

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honestly I’m too anxious and can’t really be bothered to read more about something i don’t really have any prior knowledge about, and can’t really bring myself to care too much about right now. so i will end this post here and hopefully return to it when my head doesn’t feel like its filled with helium. ciao

[izzyfromdeadspace]

"Yeah sorry but we didn't have much time. Gods she was still awake when I got home an was so scared." She slowly managed to work through her shock thanks to his comfort and the warmth coming from him. Squeezing her eyes shut she took a few deep breaths and managed to push everything down. She could have a breakdown later. She had so much to do right now. There were groceries to be put into the fridge and freezer. She had to get rid of the bodies and clean up all the blood. She needed to clean up and start moving. Looking down at herself she cursed.

"A'ight. Imma be a'ight. Jus heal Izzy. I gotta take care of a few things so we don't end up with an even biggah mess." She got up and just went to wash her arms off. Putting the groceries away she made sure nothing went bad. She then moved to wrap the bodies up in sheets so they wouldn't bleed all over as she took them outside to dump into a pile out back. She then cleaned up all the blood and tried to make things comfortable so Izzy wouldn't have an episode by waking up to a mess.

L looked at the ceiling, absently rubbing at the scar that had formed on his chest, it was large and twisted, it stood out from his skin and ached as if it was freshly healed, he blinked his mismatched eyes and then sighed, “Well at least I’m not waking up covered in blood all that often anymore.” He mumbled, it was still weird to share a body with another soul, one that was corrupted by the abyss beyond repair.

@izzyfromdeadspace