#alright goodnight i have to be up early-ish tomorrow

[painless-innit-colourful]

so SOMEONE had clearly a lot to say about doomsday for a very long time. I just wrote nearly a thousand words of purple-y prose of frankly apocalyptic description and I feel GREAT

L’Manberg’s last hour had come and gone. And this was all that was left. Tubbo’s suit felt like a mausoleum on his shoulders.

#someone remind me tomorrow i wanna finally make that post about lag on doomsday #dream smp #someone take away crim's keyboard #i said i'd move my writing slot earlier. i lied #also i'm posting a different fic in specifically three days time. there is no date correlation there. don't go asking what happened exactly #a year ago on 12th nov 2022 #alright goodnight i have to be up early-ish tomorrow

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Spies Can’t Catch Feelings

Based on this request:  I haven’t seen any requests for Peaky Blinders yet. Can I request a Tommy Shelby fic where the reader has been kind of like a spy for him and she kinda has feelings for him but also finds herself falling for Alfie too??

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: Angst (no fluff here folks), unrequited feelings, mentions of smoking(it’s Peaky Blinders), mentions of spying and potential death, I think that’s it, but let me know if I missed something. 

Pairings/Characters: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader(platonic-ish), Alfie Solomons x fem!reader (platonic-ish)

As soon as you were back home, you let out a sigh. You removed your coat and walked to the parlor, only to scream when you saw someone sitting there. "Bloody hell, Tommy!" you shouted when you realized it was none other than Thomas Shelby sitting in your parlor. "What are you doing here?" you snapped, causing him to raise a brow. He didn't like it when you used that tone, but he'd scared you half to death.

         "You haven't rang. I was worried." You let out a snort of laughter. "You don't get worried, Thomas. You want your information. I told you before, when I have anything of note, I'll ring. Other than that, don't come sneaking into my house. Alfie Solomons hasn't lied to you so far. Not from what I've seen. I have free reign of that office. Everything appears legitimate as far as I can tell. At least where you and the Peaky Blinders are concerned."

         Tommy rose gracefully from his seat and came over to you. In your personal space. You bit back the happy sigh that threatened to escape you. You couldn't let your feelings be known yet. Not while you were in the thick of things with Alfie. You were Tommy's spy and spies can't catch feelings. Except, you'd had feelings for Tommy long before he ever asked you to spy for him.

         "Find whatever you can on him so we can bring you home, Y/N." He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "I'm counting on you." With that, he left you home while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He had been so close. Close enough you could smell the gun powder and cigarette smoke on him. His lips had been right there and part of you wanted nothing more than to kiss him. You let yourself get lost in the fantasy for a bit before shaking your head and going about your personal business and going to bed. You had work the next day after all.

    ��    You didn't mind working for Alfie. He really was a great employer. Sure, he had a temper, but he never let it loose on you. In fact, he kept you safe from the leering eyes of the other men in his "bakery". He didn't talk often, but once he got going, he was a great person to talk to. He was so intelligent and even funny sometimes. And you had to be honest, sometimes, when he stared at you, his eyes bore into your soul and sent shivers down your spine. But mostly, you were happy being friendly with your current employer.

         In fact, you were starting to have second thoughts about spying on him for Tommy. Your mind kept comparing the two of them while your heart bounced between them. You could easily admit that you had feelings for Tommy. You had for a while now. Alfie was a different story. You knew you felt something for him, but you didn't know what. Surely you couldn't be falling for Alfie too. Could you?

*the next day *

         "You alright?" You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Alfie's voice. You hadn't realized you'd been zoned out. "Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine.  Just…lost in thought I guess." You let your gaze meet his and he gave you the closest thing you'd get to a smile from him. "Go on home then. You've done more than enough for today. Get some rest, Miss Y/L/N." You laughed a bit.

         "How many times must I ask you to call me Y/N?" He smirked and replied that until you called him Alfie, he'd continue calling you by your last name. You loved the easy banter between the two of you. It brought about a warmth in your chest and butterflies in your stomach that was different from the feeling you got around Tommy.

         "Alright, I'll go. But I'll be back bright and early tomorrow. Goodnight, Alfie." You could feel Alfie's eyes on you as you grabbed your handbag and your coat. "Night, Y/N." You smiled and left. Part of you thought about sneaking back later, but the more rational part of you knew that, even if he were up to something nefarious, he wouldn't keep evidence in his business. Not where anyone could see anyway. Based on everything you'd seen and heard, he really wasn't out to get Tommy. So, you ignored that nagging voice and went about your business. As it would happen, that was the wrong thing to do.

         Once again, Tommy was in your parlor when you arrived home. Only this time, he was glaring at you with such venom, you nearly shirked away. "What are you doing here, Thomas?" you asked as you removed your coat. Tommy stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray you kept out for him.

         "You...lied to me." Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side as you studied his face. Whatever he was talking about was obviously serious. At least to him. "What are you talking about?" Tommy stood, placed a hand in his pocket, and called out, "John. Bring 'im here." You glanced over your shoulder to see John nearly dragging a beat-up Arthur Shelby into the parlor.

         "What the hell happened to you?" you asked, moving to help. A glare from John and the sound of Tommy clearing his throat stopped you. "What do you think happened, Y/N?" Tommy asked, "You're a smart girl. You can put two and two together." You whirled around to face him again. "You think Alfie did this?! Are you stupid? Alfie wouldn't do this. He's been honest with you from the beginning, Tommy. This was probably the Italians."

         "I sent Arthur to check on your progress this afternoon. That was where it happened. This is Solomons' work. I just can't prove it." You felt your knees shaking as he took a step toward you. "Now, either you didn't know and I can let you off with a slap on the wrist for being stupid. Or you did know and I kill you now before you can betray us again. I just need to know which. So…which is it?"

         "I-I don't know anything. I swear. Alfie…he didn't do this as far as I'm concerned." Tommy regarded you for a moment, trying to decided whether or not he believed you. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again, "You're protecting him. That's why you've given me nothing these past months. The question is why?" You swore your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

         "I'm not, Tommy. I swear. I haven't done anything to betray you or your family. If Alfie did this, he kept his plan close to the vest. There was never any sign that he would-" You weren't stupid. You knew Alfie would do something like that if provoked, but not out of the blue. But you couldn't tell Tommy that. He'd never believe you.

         "You let us down," Tommy said in response, "Do you know what we do to those who betray us?" You narrowed your eyes and tried to fight back tears. You couldn't believe that the man you had been falling in love with was talking to you like this. "Don't you dare threaten me, Thomas Shelby. I did NOT betray you, but God knows I wish I had now!" Tommy's usually stoic mask twisted into an expression of rage.

         "We're leaving. But know this, if I ever lay eyes on you again," he began, pulling a bullet out of his pocket, "I will put this bullet right in your heart." You clenched your fists at your sides. Your heart was breaking and you wanted to slap yourself at your own foolishness. How could ever think Tommy would love you? The man had no heart.

         Taking a deep breath, you stared Tommy directly in his eyes and said, "And if I ever see you again, I'll put one between your eyes. Now, get out." Your entire body was shaking as the three men left your home. As soon as the door closed behind them, you sank to your knees on the plush carpet and let yourself cry. How had things gone so badly so suddenly? The only good thing was that it was over. Well, almost. Now, you needed to resign from Alfie's bakery before he found out everything.

         The next morning, you were in Alfie's office first thing. He stared at you with those eyes and you almost couldn't speak. "Resignation?" he asked and you nodded. Once again, you were fighting back tears. You just couldn’t understand how you had been so stupid, falling in love with not one, but two notorious criminals. That was why spies couldn't catch feelings. It never worked out. You knew that. Too bad your heart hadn't. "Y-Yes. I think it's for the best." You turned to leave. When your hand was on the knob, Alfie spoke up again.

         "This is about Tommy Shelby, ain't it? About the job he asked you to do?" You froze instantly as fear gripped you. You turned slowly to meet his gaze once more. "I beg your pardon?" Alfie sat back in his chair with a slight grunt. "Tommy Shelby sent you here." You let go of the knob and turned back to him with your head down.

         "Yes. How long have you known?" Alfie leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk, but you could still feel his eyes on you. "Since Arthur Shelby came poking around yesterday." Your head shot up. "Did you do that to him?" Alfie sighed. "That, pet, was an unfortunate accident, weren't it? He stumbled into something he wasn't supposed to. If I hadn't done it, Sabini and his men would've killed him."

         "I didn't tell them anything!" you suddenly cried before slapping your hands over your mouth. Alfie stared at you for a second then, he began laughing. "I know, pet. Not that you could've. There's nothing to tell, is there? I didn't betray Tommy. Neither did you." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Tell that to him. He thinks I did and that I'm protecting you. Threatened to shoot me." Alfie's brows drew together. "Now why would he think that?"

         "Maybe because I'm falling in love with you and too stupid to hide it." Your eyes widened as Alfie took in your surprise admission. "I, uh, I-nevermind. I need to leave now before I embarrass myself further." With that, you threw open the door and ran from Alfie, cursing yourself all the way home. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but you were almost certain neither of the men you had feelings for were going to be a part of your life anymore.

(a/n: I hope you enjoy it!)

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #tommy x reader #alfie x reader

[weeb-writor]

No More Crying, Brat!

Heyo! So next part in the Aizawa series is out. If your just now seeing this don't worry it can act as a stand alone! Reader is as neutral as possible including gender. Hope you like it!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

You and Aizawa lazy morning gets interrupted and end up babysitting Jun and then you end UA, where you meet the infamous Bakugou

Words: 1997

Part One  Part two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

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This was your favorite thing, a sunday morning with the love of your life. It was the one day where neither you or Aizawa had work, well most times anyway. Phones tucked away and out of sight and the TV off. You laid in bed just resting and talking nearly all day.

“I want a bunny sho.” You said into his chest.

“I love you a lot but not possible. I know my cats seem nice but they are still cats and very ferocious predators.” He said playing with your night clothes.

“But they’re fat and lazy, I doubt they’d be able to catch the bunny.” You whined at him. He gave you a flick on your forehead obviously not happy with your words.

“Don't pick on my cats for something they can't help. You're the one always feeding them treats and extra food at meal time.” He said in a kind of pout. You giggled at his words moving to straddle him.

“Oh like you're any better. All you want to do with them is cuddle even though you know they need exercise. Don't blame me for your fat cats.” You said glaring into his eyes with a sort of playfulness.

“Oh kitty, your claws are showing. Do you wanna play, you want your exercise?” He said lowly to you. You of course had no objections but your plans were foiled as soon as they had begun by his phone, it was the one for emergencies he had to pick it up.

“You’ve reached, Aizawa Shouta, on his one day off. This better be good.” He sighed into the phone.

“Hey there, little brother!” You heard someone say as the phone was on speaker.

“Sigh, what do you want?” He said to the energetic boy.

“Awh is that anyway to treat your older brother who you love so much?” The man whined into the phone.

“When he interrupts what could have been such a great and peaceful, blissful even, morning yes it is.”

“Oh were you gonna finally put our present to good use?” He whispered.

“Good god, what do you want?”

“Oh right, I was the one to call you! What was it again…. Oh right! I need a favor.”

“You called my emergency phone, for a favor.” Aizawa deadpanned at the phone.

“Well yeah, I knew you wouldn't answer your regular phone and it is important. I need you to watch Jun for me at least for today. Sora will come pick him up tomorrow or sometime late within the night and take over from there.” He said the playfulness in his voice dying out.

“Yeah of course, what's going on?” Aizawa said, sensing his brother’s seriousness.

“You know his immune system is so weak, every time he gets sick he’s in the hospital for weeks. Me, my wife, Haru, and Maki are all showing early symptoms of the flu or something. We immediately sent him to our neighbors but we think it's best if he goes with a family member until we can recover.” He said seriously for once.

“Yeah of course and I’ll tell Sora I can take over if he gets overwhelmed. I'm on my way.” Aizawa said moving you to get ready.

“Oh when you get here Haru wants to wave by from the window, if that's alright.” Aizawa agreed before hanging up.

“So change of plans for our lazy Sunday, I'm really sorry.” He said quickly, throwing on casual clothes, you followed suit.

“No no, it's fine! Any Sunday spent with you is great.” You smiled at him.

“Okay we should get going, it’s a little bit of a drive.” You nodded as you fed the cats before going to get in your car.

“Pop quiz by the way, which brother was that?” He said as he pulled out to begin your journey. You thought about it for a second Jun and Maki were they only two blondes and stuck out so much in the dark haired family, so they were easy for you to remember, Their dad was the outgoing Shiori, right?

“Shiori, the 3rd eldest brother but 5th eldest in general.” You said pretty confident in your answer.

“Correct, I'll remember to give you a prize later.” He said with a smirk. You smiled at his words and that was that. The rest of the journey was quiet and quick and so you found yourself with Jun clinging to Aizawa as you stood in front of his house window. His family waved at him as he stared back with tears eyes.

“Okay Jun we should go now.” Aizawa said picking up the young boy and walking him to the car, locking him into the seat quickly and just like that you were on your way. You sat in the back with the 4 year old trying to keep him entertained on the kind of long drive.

“So kind of slipped my mind but I’m due back at the dorms in an hour…cause of the influx of villains and Eri” Aizawa said, glancing at you in the mirror.

“Oh it’s fine I did all the baby Aizawa’s at once. I can do one by himself.” You said bopping the boys nose as he played on your phone

“No, I wouldn’t ask you to do that. I told Shiori I was gonna watch him and I meant it. I was thinking we could take him up there and spend our Sunday together.”

“And meet your friends? And coworkers? Your students too? Like the 3rd or 2nd most important things in your life? All at once?” You said to him with an unnerved smile.

“Don’t fret, you survived my family, a few heroes aren’t gonna kill you.” He chuckled at you.

“We gonna see hero’s?” Jun asked with little stars in his eyes. Aizawa looked at you obviously wanting to know if you wanted to or not.

“Yeah bud, lots of them.” You told him with a smile. He clapped with joy and you laughed through your nervousness. It didn't take much longer to arrive at the UA building and after getting clearance you all headed to the dorms. Jun was a little scared as he clung to Aizawa tightly.

“I'm surprised he is clinging to you like that, he was so outgoing when I was babysitting I wouldn't take him as one to be afraid of new people.” You said looking down at the boys.

“Usually he isn't such a shy thing but without H-A-R-U he is pretty scared, they are twins. Really I don't know how he's gonna survive without him.” Aizawa said as he stopped outside a set of doors marked 1A. He didn't even get to warn you or Jun of the chaos that awaited you cause the door flew open.

“Shouta! Finally!” Present Mic said letting out a sigh.

“Sensei!” He’s student sounded off behind the blonde.

“Hey, get out of the way. At least let them sit down before you annoy them with questions.” He scolded as he felt Jun disappear further behind his legs. The students and excited teachers did make way for you and let you sit down. Jun huddled in Aizawa arms, face tucked in between his arms.

“Aizawa Sensei, we didn't know you were married! And with a kid too! What's their quirk?” A blonde rushed out.

“I am not married, this is my love L/N, but this little guy is my nephew. You might be seeing him a lot over the next two weeks.” Aizawa said tiredly.

“Hello! Aizawa already said but I'm L/N, and this is Jun.” You said with a small wave. They all introduced themselves and everything was going swimmingly until Aizawa was called away to get Eri.

“Hey Mic, he knows you a little better than Y/n, would you mind taking him?” Aizawa said, handing the heavy 4 year old to his friend. Jun let out small sniffles as his uncle left his eyesight.

“Don't cry little Jun. He’ll be right back, until then wanna see some of our quirks!? They are super cool.” Midoriya said with a smile and so the kids took turns trying to get the boy to smile and his tears to stop. They had all failed so far as his cries got louder.

“Alright brat, stop all your whining! What on earth are you crying for? Cause your uncle left for a few seconds? Are you that much of a baby? You're like four and still crying like a baby, I thought you were a big boy.” Bakugou said to the boy and before you could interject Jun did.

“I am a big boy but I miss my brother! And my big sister! And mom and dad! Uncle sho said i can't see them ‘cus they sick.” He said, starting to cry louder.

“That’s it? So you would rather go see them and get sick. I bet that would make your brother and your sister feel like shitty people and make them sad too. That’s what you want? To make your brother sad and guilty?”

“No!” He cried out.

“Then suck it up, for a few days you get to hang around your uncle and his badass hero friends and students. All the while your family gets better and you can see them again. So stop crying, and i’ll show my quirk! It’s better than any of the Extras quirks you’ve already seen.” Bakugou said to the boy. Slowly but surely he did stop crying and left the comfort of Hizashi’s arms to hold bakugou's hand.

“You know when I walked in to see you yelling at Jun I almost killed you. But now I'm glad i didn't, how do you feel about earning some extra credit?” Aizawa said from behind you. That was the most eventful part of your day so far. The rest was spent with Aizawa and Eri really. Jun was stuck to Bakugou like glue, doing everything he did, not noticing his jealous uncle. As bedtime approached for him you weren't sure how to get him to go to bed, he was attached to bakugou at the hip. Well that was until you learned that the blonde who was angry, loud and a bit delinquent-ish was actually a good boy who went to sleep at 8:30 just like Jun and Eri.

“Alright brat, i'm going to bed so you can stop following me around like a chick now. I’ll see you again soon and you better not cry for nothing again.” He said ruffling Jun's hair before walking into his room. Jun walked over to you guys as you all said goodnight.

“I got permission from Nezu, you're both allowed to stay over night but sometime within the night Sora’s coming to get Jun.” Aizawa said with a yawn.

“Alright then I'm looking forward to some cuddles! To bad your fat cats here, they make good pillows.” You said teasing him, he gave you a light shove in response.

“Hey uncle sho?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Bak’go is a hero?”

“Basically.”

“I think he’s my fav’rit. He’s so cool.” He slurred, climbing unto Aizawa’s bed as soon as it came into view. Aizawa was silent as the boy fell asleep and only spoke out after he was dead asleep.

“I think I am going to kill him and like hell I'm gonna let him babysit with Sora.” Aizawa pouted under the covers.

“What a possessive uncle you are shouta, Also I think they all like me! Good to know the people most important to you like me!”

“Well if they didn't they could go hell cause you fall into the category that makes you number one in my life.

“What's that?”

“Family. At least you will be when I give you my last name.” He said as he swung an arm around you and Jun. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, his last name was starting to grow on you.

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #bhna x reader #mha x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa fluff #aizawa imagine #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #aizawa sensei #domestic fluff #dadzawa

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

[httpsfelicity]

“In a black dress, she's such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours. 

For @cruizmanadu! Xx

A/N - Okay, this is my first official request type thing so please tell me if it’s good or not! Ignore any mistakes, thought I think I looked over it pretty well. Also, if you’d like a part 2 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babes, hope you like it x

“If I don’t get coffee right now, I’m going to pass out on this sidewalk, I swear,” moaned Ella. 

“We’re almost there, calm down,” you responded as you adjusted the shopping bags in your hands quickly. You and your best friend Ella had decided to go out in NYC for the day, which of course meant loads of shopping. Hell, half of the bags you were carrying weren’t even yours - Ella had a shoot the next day, and insisted that she couldn’t carry her bags out of fear that she’d mark up her hands. So you were carrying enough bags to “Mark up your hands”, according to Ella. Which, to be fair, was quite unfair, because that girl shops a lot.

“Hey, can you take some of these, just until we get there? I’m getting kinda-”

“Oh. My. Gosh.” She lowered her voice and leaned in towards you. “Don’t look yet, keep walking, but some guy is totally checking you out.”

You sighed. “How could the paps have found us? I thought we covered our tracks nicel-”

She cut you off once again. “No, no, not a pap. This guy, he’s, well - okay, look to your left riiiight... now.”

You quickly glanced over to see a guy in his 20′s wearing a multicoloured knit sweater with messy brown hair, looking in your general direction. He quickly looked away when he saw you. You looked away, which was unfortunate, because you would’ve seen him gathering up the courage to walk over to you two.

"He's pretty fit," you whispered back quickly. "Do you think he recognizes me?" It sounds very stuck up, but often times people tried to hit on you solely because you model for the big brands, so you had to be careful. Being in the industry had a lot of pros, but a lot of cons as well. Not knowing who your real friends are were one of the cons.

"I'm not sure," Ella replied.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw that you were face to face with the boy.

"Hello," he started nervously. He had a charming British accent, you noticed right away.

"Hi!" You replied, waiting for him to say something totally obnoxious or fan-like.

"This probably sounds weird, but I couldn't help but notice you."

"Oh, why thank you!" You laughed. "He doesn't seem too creepy or weird or stalker-ish," you thought to yourself.

"Yeah, so, um... This is weird as well, I'm sorry, but could I get your number?" He smiled weakly.

"No, absolutely not," said Ella, grabbing you by the arm and starting to drag you away. "C'mon."

She only walked a few feet until you broke away and went back over to him. "I'm sorry about that - of course you can."

His nervous expression eased away the tiniest bit. "Oh, that's great."

He handed you his phone, and you typed in you number."

***-****-****

"I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Styles."

"Oh! I'm y/n."

"Why does that sound familiar?"

"I work in the modeling industry. You might have heard of me from that?"

"I should've known you were a model - you've definitely got the looks. And I'm sure the personality as well."

You grinned.

"I'm a singer," he continued. "I used to be in a band - now I'm solo. So that's one thing we have in common, I guess. Well, not really. You know what I mean."

"You're right!" You laughed. "He's pretty easy to talk to," you thought. Even though you didn't want to, you could feel Ella staring at the back of your neck impatiently, so you decided to wrap up the conversation. "Well, I've got to go, but you'll message me later, yeah?"

"Of course," he nodded. "Well, goodbye for now, y/n."

"Goodbye, Harry Styles."

"What was that?!" Ella asked once he was out of earshot.

"What? He's polite and cute. Of course I have him my number!"

"He could be a creepy obsessive fan! Or a perv! Or a crackhead! He's just some random guy on the streets, for all we know!"

"Would you calm down? He's so nice - I just know he wouldn't do that. Plus, that sweater is awfully expensive. Almost 2k."

Ella rolled her eyes. "Okay, sure."

"Oh, and he's a singer."

Ella snapped her head to look at you, clearly very shocked by this statement. "He's what?"

"A singer, apparently."

"What's his name?"

"Harry Styles."

"Oh. My. God. My friend had a shoot with him once! He's popular, y/n. Really popular."

"God, you sound like a middle-schooler."

"I'm just sayin'! But now that I know this information, I've changed my opinion on him. GO FOR IT."

"I was already planning on it," you laugh, walking past a group of starstruck thirteen year olds quickly. "Although I'm not so sure. I didn't get his number - it's up to him to message me."

"He'd better," Ella replied as the two of you walked into a local café. You nodded in agreement, and you both walked up the the register to order.

The rest of the day was a blur - you went to a few more stores, and then eventually hailed a cab and went back to your apartment. You were so exhausted that you kicked off your shoes and flopped into your couch, too tired to even eat. As you lie there, you felt your phone vibrate in you pocket. Reluctantly, you pulled it out slowly, and clicked it on.

***-****-**** - Hello.

Your first though was, "It's Harry!" Your second thought was, "That's a very ominous introduction." Nonetheless, you typed up a response.

Y/n <3 - Who's this?

***-****-**** - Harry, from earlier hahah x

You let out a sigh of relief - he had messaged you back, and it hadn't been some rando. Things were working out nicely.

Y/n <3 - Well, hello!

While you were waiting for a response, you set his contact name up. You hadn't gotten a photo of him yet, so you decided one from Google would do. You typed up "Harry Styles", and the search results shocked you. Ella was right - he was popular. And cute (But you already knew that.) You got a notification from him, so you screenshotted the first photo to come up (Him in a very nice pink top), set it as his photo, and then went back onto messages.

Harry Styles - Hi! I'm sorry if the whole encounter earlier was creepy. Your friend seemed quite worked up over it.

Y/n <3 - She's had bad experiences like this in the past.

Harry Styles - I've had quite a few myself, honestly. Don't blame her. Anyways, how are you?

Y/n <3 - Exhausted. All that walking must've worn me out, hahaha

Harry Styles - Hahah, that's New York for ya.

Harry Styles - Would you happen to be free tomorrow?

Harry Styles - I'd love to get to know you.

You grinned at your phone screen. This could not be happening.

Y/n <3 - Nope! Free all day. I'd love to get to know you too!

Harry Styles - Does 1pm at the Beachwood Café work? :)

He sent a location along with it. It was the same café you and Ella had gone to earlier.

Y/n <3 - Sure!

Harry Styles - Alright, talk then?

Y/n <3 - Yes!

Harry Styles - Goodnight.

Y/n <3 - Goodnight!

Seen - 11:34pm.

The next day you woke up at 10 so you would have time to get ready. You got a quick shower, did you hair, makeup... By 12:30 you were dressed and ready to go. Casual, but not too casual was what you were going for. You were pretty sure you had the look down pat. You grabbed your stuff and made your way downtown, sunglasses on.

You arrived early, 12:48pm, but luckily Harry was already there, waiting at a table near the back with two menus. He waved once he saw you, and jumped up to pull out your chair.

"Hello," you smiled.

"Hi!"

"I adore your outfit," you said as you sat down. He was now wearing a white and blue striped shirt and tan jeans. Somehow he made it work.

"I love yours as well! The skirt brings out your eyes."

You tried hard not to blush. "Thank you!"

"So, I guess we should start getting to know eachother, then?" He grinned.

You nodded. "20 questions?"

"Sure. Full name?"

"Y/n."

"Harry Edward Styles."

"I like that middle name. Very sophisticated." He laughed at this. "Age?"

"26."

"23."

"Favourite movie?"

"Clueless."

"Back To The Future."

You continued asking questions until the waiter came over to your table.

"I'll have the chicken sub," he said politely.

"I'll have a medium lemonade."

"Is that it?" Harry asked.

You sighed. "And a blueberry muffin, I guess."

The waiter wrote it down and walked off.

"I'm on a diet," you explained.

"Still," Harry shrugged. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I started modeling at about age 8, for this clothing bran-"

"No no no, I meant about you."

You gave him a confused look.

"Not about your job, you!"

"Okay, well, let's see... Uh..."

"I'm 26, but you already knew that. I live in New York, obviously. I used to work in a bakery, even though I just told you not to talk about your job. I like playing football, I write, and I enjoy baking bread. See? Easy."

You laughed. Why did he have to be so... Charming?

"I'm 23, but you already knew that. I've lived in New York my whole life. I read a lot, and I mean a lot. I have a ton of plants in my apartment, since I can't really have a garden here. I like Taylor Swift's music."

Harry nodded. "See? That wasn't so bad."

You laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Just then the waiter placed the food on the table, and you took a sip of your lemonade while Harry dug into his sub.

"I dated Taylor for a pr stunt once."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She got a few songs, I got a new story to tell during interviews."

"Oh. Did you like her?"

"Nah."

You laughed again. "Oh, my."

"Yeah. I haven't had many actual relationships. 3."

"I haven't had any."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Not many guys are interested. Or, well, interested in me, you know?"

"I find that hard to believe."

You tried not to blush once again as you took a sip of your lemonade.

"Well, it's true."

"Personally, I think you're great."

"You are too!"

The two of you continue eating. After two minutes, Harry speaks up.

"Want to go back to my apartment and watch a movie? In a non weird way, of course."

"Okay, that sounds good. Which movie?"

"Clueless?" He winked.

You grinned. "Of course."

You get up and walk out into the streets of New York, leaving your blueberry muffin on the table.

The walk to Harry's is very short. You two talk the whole way there, mainly small talk, but it isn’t awkward at all. You feel like you can be yourself around him - whatever that means. To put it into words, you feel comfortable around him. Which is weird, because you just met him a day ago, but it feels right for some reason.

Eventually you arrived at the door to his apartment. While he was busy digging his key out of his pocket, you took a glance up and down the hallway. This place was much fancier than you had expected. It made your apartment complex look cheap. Everything seemed so... posh. Harry pushed open the door, and you stepped inside. His apartment was decorated with art; albums of artists you’ve never even heard of were hung on the walls, and potted plants were everywhere. It was messy, but in an organized way.

“I just need to run to the washroom, make yourself at home,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. 

“Alright,” you replied. You put your coat on a coat rack (Obviously) and walked over to the couch. Unsure of what to do, you decided to check twitter. After a few seconds of contemplating if checking your phone right now was rude or not, you decided to turn on your data and do it, since he was in the bathroom and you were bored. You looked over you shoulder, then hit the trending page. Politics, Ariana Grande - she must be releasing a new album - #TGIF, and... Harry Styles? Without thinking twice, you click on it. Immediately, photos of you and him pop up from when you were walking back to his place. That was only a few minutes ago... how did these photos get out so soon?

“You ready?” Harry asked as he entered the room, holding up a DVD case with an excited look on his face.

“Yep,” you said, putting down your phone. A second later, you picked it back up. “Did you see twitter?”

“No, I don’t go on social media much,” he replied as he popped the disc into his bluray player.

“You’re trending.”

“Cool.”

“No, I mean... we got papped on the way back here. Look.” You turned the phone so he could see it. 

He took a glance at the screen, then grabbed a remote and flopped onto the couch next to you. “It doesn’t really bother me. Happens far too often. I mean, unless you have a problem with it. I can get them taken down, if you’d like.” Suddenly, his usual relaxed self has replaced with a worried one.

You shook your head. “No, no, I... just letting you know. I don’t care. Besides, I didn’t see many people talking about it, just sharing the photos.”

“Oh, well, if you change your mind, just let me know,” he concluded as he turned on the TV.

You nodded, and then focused on Cher Horowitz on the screen. You didn’t watch much of the movie, because you and Harry kept on cracking jokes and telling stories, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Eventually, it was time for you to leave, since it was nearly 5pm. 

“Do you want me to walk you back? Or, I could call you a cab,” Harry asked as you slipped on your shoes.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“No, no, I’ll walk you back,” he insisted as he grabbed his coat.

You weren’t about to argue with him, because, let’s face it, you secretly wanted him to walk you home. So you followed him out the door and to the elevator.

You talked the whole way there, but you were distracted just a tiny bit - you wanted to keep an eye out for paps. Eventually you decided that it was difficult and pointless, so you fully engaged yourself in Harry’s conversation on how to make a mean loaf of bread.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your place.

“Well, this is it,” you grinned sadly.

Harry nodded. “I’ll message you later?”

“Of course. We have to do this again, you know.”

Harry smiled wide. “Sure. I’d love that.”

“Well... goodbye, Harry.”

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Goodbye, y/n.” 

You stared back at him, starstruck, but he turned and started walking down the hall before you could say anything. “Love ya!” You called out quickly before you shut the door behind you, unsure if he even heard you. Oh, well. He’d message you later, anyways.

You were quite hungry by this point, so you decided to order Chinese food off of Postmates. Once that call was made, you sat down and opened Twitter again. You noticed that you had way more notifications than usual, but you decided that could wait until after you checked the trending topics once more. “Harry Styles” was still trending, but even more surprisingly, “Y/n” was right underneath it. You decided to hit Harry’s topic first - MORE pap photos came up, this time from when you were walking home. Wow. 

“We do look like a proper couple.” You thought, though you quickly shook it. You’d just met - although you know what they say, “Love at first sight” and all that crap.But no. 

You decided to scroll down even further, past all of the photos and to the actual tweets.

@Harryscherry77: Is @ yn Harry’s new girlfriend? If so, she’s soooooo lucky.

@Y/nsclouds: Why is y/n being papped with Harry Styles? She can do much better. His music isn’t even that good.

@Lightsuplouisx: I ship it, tbh {Insert photo here}

@TaylorxxxTea: Oh cute, another pr stunt :/ #HarryStyles IsOverParty

@GalacticY/N26: Ugh, Harry? Really? I’m seriously gonna unstan Y/n, I’ve been considering it but this is just the last straw for me.

@HarryIsUpAllNight: Did you guys know the girl Harry was papped with is a model? She’s absolutely gorgeous, I wouldn’t doubt it.

@Stylesfangirl49: Y/n is honestly so ugly. #RunHarryRun 

@SummertimeNewsOfficial: Has Harry Styles been spotted with yet another woman, months after his breakup with Camille? {Insert Link Here}

@Larry2020xxx: Another beard LMAOOO c’mon. PR STUNTTTT.

@Lola33smith: They haven’t even been confirmed dating yet, calm downnnnn.

“Wow,” you thought as you continued scrolling. “This is not what I was expecting.”

It seemed like the whole internet had something to say about a few lousy pictures of you and H. There was good and bad, though it felt like the bad outweighed the good. An alarming amount of people seemed to think it was a pr stunt. Wow. Your notifications weren’t much better - loads of people had followed you, dm’ed you, called you worthless, called you amazing. It was a lot to handle. Just then the doorbell rang - your Postmates. How long had you been looking through all of that? It didn’t matter now. You went to get your food, then sat back down and began to text Harry. Suddenly, you stopped. If he got so worried about the first set of photos, not to mention you walking home by yourself, how would he react to this? He had said he doesn’t go on social media much, so you figured that as long as you didn’t tell him, it would all blow over quick enough and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. You didn’t want to stress him out. Instead, to take your mind off of this chaotic day you turned on The Office and tried to regain a sense of normalcy. 

Although the more you thought about it, the less and less you wanted Harry to message you. 

“PR stunt.”

EDIT: CHAPTER TWO IS NOW OUT! CLICK HERE

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Carnation Recollection 1: “It Hasn’t Resonated, Yet”

Kanade: (… I can’t keep going like this.)

(Right now, I’m just trying to figure out what Mafuyu feels and thinks; and l’m trying to put that into song.)

(… But, even if I try to make a song with that in mind, I’ve still been creating too many songs that don’t resonate with Mafuyu at all.)

(Even though I… I-I need to make a song that resonates more with her heart…)

Location: Kanade’s Room

Mafuyu: "... ..."

Kanade: "How is it, Yuki?

Mafuyu: "... ..."

"I don't really know."

Ena: "Wha? You're saying that again? The demo this time is pretty good."

Mizuki: "I thought it was pretty good too~. But, I guess that feeling didn't really stick with Yuki, huh?"

Ena: “Sure, but this is the 4th one already. Can’t you even say what exactly is wrong with this demo?”

Mafuyu: “...I don’t know.”

Ena: “Seriously, you… K’s putting this much care into the music she’s making for you, so you could at least put a little effort into trying to understand it.”

Mafuyu: “... ...”

Kanade: “It’s alright, I’ll just redo it once more.”

“No matter how much I write, if it doesn’t resonate with Yuki, there’s no point. I’ll keep creating music—until it reaches Yuki’s heart.”

Ena: “K…”

Mizuki: “Well, that’s how it is, ain’t it? Though, K, you haven’t been getting much sleep lately. Maybe at least take a break?”

“Don’t they say that lack of sleep decreases your performance quality?”

Kanade: “… Yeah, you’re right. I’ll take a quick break.”

“Yuki, I’ll make it so I can get a new demo out again by tomorrow night, so please wait a for a bit.”

Mafuyu:“… Alright.”

“I have to get up early, so I’ll be on my way.”

Kanade: “Okay, goodnight.”

Mizuki: “Good work—!

Ena: ”… For God’s sake, even though K’s doing her best for Yuki… Can’t she at least think a bit more about how to adjust the demo?

Mizuki: “Well, well, I think Yuki’s doing her best in her own Yuki-ish way, so let’s keep watching over her for a bit longer.”

Ena: “That might be true, but…”

Mizuki: “Alright, I’d best be on my way too. I’ll log off now, bye!”

Ena: “Hey, wait…!” ”Geez, Amia’s such a…“

Kanade: ”... ...“

Ena: ”… Um, K? Don’t push yourself too much, alright?“

"I get that there’s no point if you can’t write a song that saves Yuki, but I can’t help but think that if you keep rushing yourself, you won’t be able to make something that works.

Kanade: "...Thank you, Enanan."

Ena: "Yeah...”

Kanade: Again...it’s...no use...

(I’ve slowly been making songs that make her feel something, but just that is...)

(How in the world will I be able to make a song that saves Mafuyu...)

... ...

...No, I should stop. No matter how much I think about this, I won’t be able to move forward with just that.

For now, I have to keep writing—

Time: The Next Day

Location: Scramble Crossing

Mafuyu’s Friend: Bye, Mafuyu! See ya tomorrow!

Mafuyu: Yeah, see you at school tomorrow.

Mafuyu: ... ...

Flashback

Kanade: “How is it, Yuki?”

Mafuyu: “... ...” “I don’t really know.”

Flashback End

Mafuyu: (Up until now, when I’d listen to Kanade’s songs, my chest would hurt, and I’d feel a slight sense of relief.)

(Even now, too, I think… I might feel something. I get this sense of haziness, like it’s pent up inside my chest…)

(But… I don’t know what exactly that is.)

(What… is this haziness…)

… I… don’t know…

Location: Kanade’s Room

Kanade: …… I’m done.

(…… Yeah. I think I did well with this demo.)

(If it’s this song, then—)

“Sorry for the wait, everyone. I’ve finished up the new demo.”

Ena: “Good work, K. You’re done already, huh.”

Mizuki: “Wonder what kind of song you’ve made this time? I’m looking forward to it~”

Mafuyu: “……….”

Kanade: “Yuki?”

Mafuyu: “It’s nothing. Can you let me listen to it?”

Kanade: “Yeah. I’ve put it on Nightcord… Ah.”

“… Actually, I have a little suggestion. Why don’t we listen to this demo together in the Sekai?”

Mafuyu: “Eh?”

Location: The Desolate Sekai

Miku: Ah... Everyone, welco...

Mizuki: Sha-zaaam! Let’s go! Squad Niigo: The Nigo-Rangers are here to save the day!

Miku: ... Nigo-Rangers...?

Ena: What the hell are you on about?

Mizuki: Awugh, that’s cold of you! There was this Power Rangers-kinda show airing this morning, so I just wanted to show it to Miku~

Ena: Yeah, sure sure. Seriously, you really love all sorts of dumb things, don’t you... (...But, it looks like they’re in better spirits compared to before.)

Mizuki: Though, Kanade suggesting something like this is rare. ‘Cus, you know, listening to songs is something we can just do on Nightcord.

Kanade: I just thought... I wanna see your guys’ reactions first-hand this time.

(There are times where Mafuyu had a really strong reaction, because she felt something.)

(Sometimes she voices her feelings, and just like the time we saw the cherry blossom trees, sometimes she has a visible reaction too.)

(That visible reaction will be a step towards making that song that can save Mafuyu, so I’ll try my best not to miss it.) Okay, then, let's—

???: —Oh, my, hello and welcome.

Kanade: Eh...

Ena: Wait, are you... Megurine Luka?

Luka: Indeed I am. I recently just came to this Sekai.

I’ve heard a great deal about you all from Miku. I hope we get along.

Kanade: Eh, ah… Yeah.

Ena: So after MEIKO, we get Luka. It’s getting quite lively around here, isn’t it?

Mafuyu: … Why are you looking at me like that?

Ena: Was just thinking… “Hmmm, seems like Mafuyu’s changed quite a bit~,” you know.

Mafuyu: …………

Luka: So, why is everyone gathered here today?

Kanade: Ah… I made a new demo for a song, so I thought we should all listen to it together.

If you’d like, please stick around to hear it.

Luka: Yes, sure. I’d love to listen.

Kanade: Thank you. Okay, then, I’ll play it.

Ena: Woah, that’s a pretty stylish intro…! I like this one.

Mizuki: Yep, that’s a perfectly established mood right from the start. It’s great.

Kanade: Thank you.

(What’s Mafuyu’s impression… I wonder if she felt anything.)

Mafuyu: …………

Kanade: Ah…

Miku: I think it’s a beautiful song.

Luka: …Yes, the song’s lovely.

Kanade: … No, not at all. Thanks for listening, everyone.

I think I’ll polish this demo up a bit more.

Ena: Wha? Even though it’s perfectly fine as it is?

Kanade: … Yeah. But, I still want to refine it a bit more. (With this song—I still don’t resonate with Mafuyu, so—)

Luka: ………… Well then—when you make another song, please do let me listen to it.

Kanade: … I will.

Location: Kanade’s Room

Kanade: (… I can’t keep going like this.)

(Right now, I’m just trying to figure out what Mafuyu feels and thinks; and l’m trying to put that into song.)

(… But, even if I try to make a song with that in mind, I’ve still been creating too many songs that don’t resonate with Mafuyu at all.)

(Even though I… I-I need to make a song that resonates more with her heart…)

What can I do—

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[artificialqueens]

call me friend, but keep me closer (jan/gigi) - Aries

summary - two’s company, three’s a crowd. as far as the saying goes, four’s a party. jan’s not sure this is entirely true.

a/n - thanks to mac for being a lovely beta, even if my initial lack of capital letters drove her up the wall xo also on ao3 here!

Sunday, September 25th

It’s two in the morning, and they’re all laying in Gigi’s living room watching Mean Girls, and everything is good. Jan’s phone vibrates and she flicks the ringer button to mute, barely pausing to check the screen. She’s fine. 

‘Who’s that?’ Nicky asks, raising her head from the corner of the couch she claimed the second they got there - it’s the comfiest, she says, and she’s always perfectly willing to fight Jackie for it - and she looks at Jan, puzzled. Jan smiles, throws her phone onto a pillow on the other side of the room, and climbs onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Jackie’s legs. 

‘Jake,’ she replies, and turns her head towards Nicky, sniffing the air. ‘Are you wearing new perfume? It’s cute.’ 

‘Aren’t you gonna answer him?’ Gigi yells from the other side of the room, painting her nails a bright pink. Jackie shoots her a look. They drop the subject, as they always do. He doesn’t come up in conversation much. Jan doesn’t mind, somehow.

-

Sunday, October 2nd

He breaks up with her over text, and Gigi holds her, strokes her hair, gets Nicky to bring her those cupcakes she likes from the little bakery down the street and ignores Jackie’s glare when she pulls a bottle of rosé from the kitchen cabinet as a way to make her feel better. Jan cries for hours, but her friends are there, and Gigi’s arms are warm, comforting, and everything that his never were.

(She’s not sure whether she’s genuinely upset or just wants to stay like this. She doesn’t want to be sure. The thought is scary.)

They end up drunk at four am, laughing mindlessly over whatever episode of The Office is playing in the background, and Jan doesn’t even catch herself thinking about him.

Maybe it’s bad, she thinks, that they’d been together for close to a year, but after a few hours she barely cares much anymore.

‘Do we have any cupcakes left?’ Jackie asks, poking her head around the door to the kitchen. 

‘No,’ replies Nicky, shoving the still half-full box under Jan’s coffee table with her foot. ‘Sorry.’

‘There are twinkies in the cabinet, I think,’ Jan yells. ‘they’re Lagoona’s, though, so don’t hog them.’

‘Twinkies and wine?’ Gigi giggles, eyes bright. ‘That’s real class, Jan.’

Nicky looks at her and laughs, swatting her on the arm. ‘Smooth, Rizzo.’

Gigi glares at her and opens her mouth in mock horror, raising a hand to her face for dramatic effect. ‘That was Marty, not Rizzo,’ she gasps. ‘And you call yourself a theatre nerd?’

Jan looks away, stands up, and heads to help Jackie in the kitchen.

-

Sunday, October 15th

‘This fucking sucks,’ Jan sighs, flopping back onto her armchair dramatically. ‘Where are they?’

‘Jannifer, breathe,’ Jackie replies. She picks up her phone, sees no notifications, and rolls her eyes. ‘Calm down. They’re just late, that’s all.’

‘I am calm!’

‘You’re pacing, sweetheart.’ Jackie pats the space on the couch next to her and smiles as Jan heads over to join her, leaning her head on Jackie’s shoulder. ‘They’ll be here soon, they wouldn’t miss plans. God knows Nicky’s just bad at checking her phone, and Gigi’s at that family party til seven, right?’

As if on cue, Jan’s front door opens and Gigi and Nicky burst through, laughing loudly. They round the corner into the living room and smile at Jan and Jackie, blissfully ignorant to their annoyance.

‘Sorry we’re late,’ Nicky grins, throwing a bag in Jan’s direction and frowning slightly when she makes no attempt to catch it, letting it flop onto the cushion next to her. ‘We were out, and we thought we’d stop and pick up some snacks before we came here. The store was busy as hell.’

‘You got out of your party early, then?’ Jackie asks, looking pointedly at Gigi. Gigi’s face scrunches up in confusion, and she glances sideways at Nicky, who nods subtly.

‘Oh, yeah,’ she smiles. ‘I did.’ She waves her hand as if to physically brush off the topic, and gestures to the bag next to Jan. ‘We got those chips you like, did you see?’

Jan sighs, defeated, and grabs the bag. She pretends not to notice the look of pity Jackie shoots her as she grabs the chips and thanks Gigi, her voice tinged with a sadness that’s hard to pinpoint.

-

Tuesday, October 17th

Jan’s phone vibrates on her bedside table. She ignores it. Two minutes later, it goes off again, and she gives in.

Jackie♡ - Do you want to go get ice cream or something tomorrow? (9:07pm)

I asked Gigi and Nicky, they both have plans. (9:09pm)

Jan rubs her eyes and throws her phone onto the floor, wincing as she hears what she swears is a crack on the screen. It vibrates again after some time, and she’s more relieved that it’s working than curious as to what the new message says.

Jackie♡ - We don’t have to, I just figured since we’re not seeing each other this weekend it’d be nice! Let me know <3 (9:24pm)

She checks the group chat, and sure enough, that Sunday’s movie night has been cancelled - Nicky’s seeing friends that are over from Paris, or something, and Gigi’s out with family. Again. 

Jan - sure, i can do ice cream. 2-ish? (9:31pm)

-

Wednesday, October 18th

‘I think we should do this kind of stuff more often,’ Jackie smiles through a mouthful of mint ice cream. Jan laughs, confused.

‘What do you mean? We go out all the time.’

‘Me and you,’ Jackie clarifies, trying to make eye contact. Jan looks down, suddenly very interested in her sorbet. ‘Especially since the others are so busy recently.’

‘They’re not always busy,’ Jan replies. ‘They’ve only cancelled on us once.’

Sure, and how many family parties do you think they’ll try and bullshit before they catch on that we know?’

Jan clenches her fist, and the plastic spoon she’s holding snaps in half, cutting her finger with one of its edges. She winces, and Jackie grabs a handful of napkins, grabbing her hand and wrapping it up.

‘Shit,’ Jackie gasps, ‘Are you alright?’

‘Yeah,’ Jan replies, gritting her teeth. ‘Great.’

-

Jackie walks her home in silence, and Jan fiddles with the hello kitty band-aid wrapped around her finger, her eyes darting around to the houses, and the street signs, and the sky, and everywhere that isn’t Jackie.

‘I’m sorry for bringing it up,’ Jackie says when they reach Jan’s house, and Jan smiles in response, hoping she doesn’t notice how fake it is.

‘That’s okay,’ she replies, unlocking her front door and stepping inside. ‘I know you’re right.’

Jan tries to wave her off and push the door closed, but Jackie sticks her hand in the way. ‘Are you ever gonna tell Gigi?’ she asks. Jan tries her best to keep her face blank.

‘Tell her what?’ she replies, pulling the door back and gesturing for Jackie to move her arm.

‘I think you know what,’ Jackie says, stepping back from the door. ‘I think you should, for your own sake.’

‘Goodnight, Jackie,’ Jan replies, already closing the door.

-

Sunday, October 30th

It’s two in the morning, and they’re all laying in Gigi’s living room, again, and Jan is begging every god she knows the name of to just please let her sleep . Jackie had to leave early, so it’s just the three of them left. Some bad Halloween movie or other is playing softly on the TV, but she doesn’t want to open her eyes to watch it, can’t risk letting them know she’s awake.

She hears Nicky whisper something, but it’s not loud enough for her to catch it. Gigi laughs in response, and Jan borderline despises the way her stomach twists at the sound, hates how she’s not the one that prompted it. She squeezes her eyes closed harder and wills herself to sleep, god, just sleep, let this be over, let her go home.

It’s silent except for the low, droning soundtrack of the movie, and then she hears shuffling, more laughter, and then a voice - Gigi’s, of course.

‘Stop it,’ she says through giggles, and Nicky snorts with laughter. ‘not with Jan here.’

‘She’s asleep, baby,’ Nicky replies. ‘it’s fine.’

As if I’d ever tell her, thinks Jan. She feels tears welling up in her eyes, and chastises herself for being so pathetic. As if there’d ever, ever, be a point.

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #gigi goode #nicky doll #jackie cox #gigi x jan #gigi x nicky #jankie #angst #lesbian au #aries #submission #s12

[mingjue]

another sangcheng cuddling bit :) set in early nights, but this wont be in their version of it i think

(requested by @adhdgays )

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Arguing with his older brother was probably the most mentally draining thing Huaisang could go through. Both of them were stubborn. Both of them hated admitting they were wrong-- especially Mingjue, even if they knew they were wrong. Once they got a story or point they believed, they stuck with it even when proven wrong. It was annoying and tedious, but the one thing he could be thankful for was Mingjue refraining from yelling at him.

He’s gotten close though, if slamming the front door so hard it broke the metal frame said anything.

Nie Huaisang always took the bullet train straight to Lotus Pier right after these fights. Sometimes he would text Jiang Cheng to let him know he was coming-- sometimes he didn’t. He wanted to talk this time, because sitting in a train for two-ish hours being left to his thoughts wasn’t the best.

Jiang Cheng had been asleep when he texted him, so his reply came late. He didn’t mind. He actually felt a little bad waking him up so late. At the moment it was pretty much 1 am, anyways. But Jiang Cheng started texting him back, starting a small conversation. 

NHS: i’m gonna be there in about 15 mins i think JC: o i should.  come pickbu up then NHS: nonono i can walk bby NHS: u’re too sleepy :/ JC: nah JC: it windyas hel right now i don t wan u getting sick. NHS: u literally can’t type rn i’m walking. it’s a ten minute walk anywyas shut up JC: :(

Huaisang bit back a smile at that.

JC: if yu get sick in going to thro ubback to qinghe i caNNOT get sick NHS: i’m gonig to get you sick >:) JC: no. ffs

The smile finally broke through, and he covered his face with his hand instinctively. 

-

Nie Huaisang entered the home as quietly as he could, locking the front door once again behind him. After . . . Zixuan’s death, Jiang Yanli and her son was living with Jiang Cheng. He didn’t want to disturb them.

He took off his jacket and put it on one of the jacket hooks, kicking off his shoes at the step, but kept the bag he’d been holding-- he packed a bag intending to stay tonight, and tomorrow night. 

Not particularly being fond of how dark it was, he didn’t linger there for long. He made his way to the hallway of bedrooms and went straight to Jiang Cheng’s. Even if he didn’t need to, he knocked before opening it.

“Why should I not attempt to beat Mingjues ass right now,” He was greeted by a slurring voice coming from Jiang Cheng, who shut off his phone and tossed it to his nightstand.

“Because he’s probably twice your weight,” Huaisang hummed-- and suddenly tears pricked his eyes. He shut the bedroom door behind him, letting his bag fall to the floor before he walked over to the bed. He fell onto it beside Jiang Cheng, pulling the half asleep man into his arms to nuzzle the back of his neck, “It’s kinda my fault the argument happened anyways.”

Jiang Cheng hummed and settled against him, hands gently gripping his.

“What happened?”

“I . . .” His voice finally wavered, the guilt he felt when he first boarded the train hitting him immediately, “You know how he’s been having these like . . . breakdowns more frequently?”

“Yeah.”

“We were already arguing about that, right,” He hugged Jiang Cheng tighter, “And he was getting pissy about me wanting to talk about it in the first place, because Lan Huan’s been bothering him about it, but it all escalated--” He furrowed his brows and blinked at an attempt to hold back tears, “God-- basically I told him he’s acting like dad--” Jiang Cheng muttered a quiet, ‘oh damn’, “--and I was getting tired of dealing with him.”

Nie Huaisang flinched with a guilt-ridden sob and buried his face into Jiang Cheng’s neck. At that, he turned in Huaisangs arms to hold him in a tight hug, so his head was now at Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“. . . That,” Jiang Cheng paused, “You’re right to be annoyed with him, baby.”

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Huaisang cried, “Our dad was a piece of shit.”

“I know.”

“A-Cheng I made him cry.”

“Oh.”

They both stayed quiet for a moment. Huaisang nuzzled into Jiang Cheng’s chest while he slowly rubbed his back.

“Is he still at the house?” Jiang Cheng asked a few minutes later, gently kissing Huaisang on the top of his head.

“He left before I did.”

“And he isn’t on good terms with Lan Huan right now.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hm.” 

Both of the men flinched when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Yeah?” Jiang Cheng grunted, then the door silently opened.

“Are you alr-- oh!” It was Jiang Yanli. Nie Huaisang turned to look at her but immediately turned away again-- he was still crying, “I didn’t realize A-Sang was here, sorry.”

“No you’re fine, did we wake you?”

“A-Ling woke me first, but you’re fine,” She paused, “There’s leftover soup I can heat up for you two, if you need.”

“Shijie, it’s almost two AM.”

“I don’t mind.”

Huaisang sniffled and brought a hand to his face to rub at his eye, “Thank you, I don’t know if I can eat right now though.” Jiang Cheng hummed in agreement. 

“Alright,” She stepped out of the doorway, “Be sure to get sleep, okay? Goodnight.”

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng said goodnight in unison as she shut the door. 

“. . . Your sister is so nice, A-Cheng,” Huaisang mumbled, “Mingjue would smother me in a hug before telling me to get over it, then never talk about it again.” Jiang Cheng scoffed in a laugh.

“At least he’d hug you.”

“Yeah,” He frowned, “. . . I hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he is,” Jiang Cheng backed away to look at him, “I don’t think anything could really fuck him up this late.” Huaisang hummed.

They were quiet for a little longer. Eventually, Nie Huaisang prodded him to turn back around so he could hug him from behind again, poking at his chest and belly to tease him as he did. 

Before he could really get settled though, he huffed upon realizing he left his phone in his jacket pocket.

“I need to go get my phone,” He said, “In case Mingjue texts me or something.”

“He can text my phone.”

“He’s not going to, you know that,” Again he sniffled before placing a kiss on Jiang Cheng’s neck, just below his jaw, “I’ll be right back.”

He went to grab his phone as quickly as he could so he could rush back to Jiang Cheng’s room. As he did, he unlocked his phone, and sure enough there were texts left by Mingjue, and surprisingly Lan Huan.

NMJ: where are yuo. NMJ: Sangsang. NMJ: are you at Wanyin’s. NMJ: if you are asleep text me when you wake up ok. NMJ: or call me. NMJ: im sorry.

LXC: Do you know where your brother is? I can’t get a hold of him. Sorry for texting you so late :( LXC: Never mind, he showed up at the hotel. I hope you’re doing okay! :(

Huaisang frowned. Mingjues were sent just a few minutes ago, but Lan Huans were sent almost 20 minutes ago. Entering Jiang Cheng’s bedroom once again, he went to text Mingjue.

NHS: i’m at jcs da-ge

“He texted you?”

“Yeah, him and Lan Huan.”

NMJ: good. NMJ: im with A-Huan right now. NMJ: lunch when you get back. ok NMJ: ? NHS: ok NMJ: ok. goodnight Sangsang. NHS: goodnight

Huaisang sat down on the bed, “I think he’s going to act like nothing happened.”

“Don’t let him,” Jiang Cheng grunted, “Obviously you two have shit to talk about.”

“Yeah,” He sighed deeply and turned off his phone, setting it next to Jiang Cheng’s, “He wants to go for lunch. I’ll talk with him about it then,” As he spoke he turned around and laid next to him, once again pulling him into his arms. He nuzzled him before pressing a few more kisses along his neck-- which made Jiang Cheng raise his shoulders at being tickled, “Can I stay tomorrow night?”

“You can stay as long as you want,” Jiang Cheng grabbed his hand, “It’s stupid coming from me of all people but don’t try and avoid talking to Mingjue.”

“You’ve always been a bit of a hypocrite A-Cheng.”

“Oh fuck off,” He chuckled. Huaisang leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his lips with a small smile.

#thats maybe an awkward ending?? but its HERE #Sangcheng #Nie Huaisang #Jiang Cheng #My Writing #EARLY NIGHTS AU #yeah this is probably wack but um. sangsang

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Faded Memories

Request/Synopsis: Reader is dating Steve Rogers, and one day something goes wrong on a mission and Steve believes she died, but she was taken in by Hydra, wiped and experimented on. Eventually, Thor saves her and the two become close as he helps her remember her life, and Steve finds out she’s alive.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and torture-ish

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: This is reallllyyyy long! If there are mistakes going from third person to first person, I apologize! Also, I used google translate for the Russian so I apologize if there are mistakes there too. As always, gif isn’t mine (he’s so beautiful i want to cry), and my inbox is always open for requests! xx

-

The day before the team heads out on a mission usually consists of meetings, briefings, weapon stocking and no sleep. Nothing was different this time around - the team sat around the conference table at the compound listening to Fury give them every last detail and coordinate about their task. 

The only thing is, no one could shake off the bad feelings they had that something was going to go wrong. Everyone felt it, but not because anyone doubted their abilities or because this mission was different than others, they just had a gut feeling. 

“So, I’m going to need you guys to do this quicker than you are all expecting. Rogers, Wilson, Stark and Barnes are going to go in through the back and take down whoever is inside, Romanoff, Barton, and Y/L/N, you guys are going in through the roof, you’ll grab the hostages and set off the bomb. You guys have fifteen minutes maximum, alright?” Fury finishes, bringing up a hologram of the building they were about to break in to.

Everyone nodded, understanding their individual responsibilities. Y/N leaned back in her chair, not being able to shake away the horrible feelings she was harbouring about tomorrow night’s mission. Something wasn’t sitting right with her, and by the look Steve gave her, he was feeling the same.

Fury dismissed everyone and told them they were wheels up at 3pm tomorrow, so rest was important. Y/N sat back as everyone shuffled out of the room, waiting for Steve to approach her so she could walk out with him.

“You’re feeling it too, huh?” She asked him, “Something isn’t sitting right.”

Steve nodded, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the room with her, “I don’t know what it is, maybe Wanda’s messing with us.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing, “She can play tricks on us but I don’t think she’d do this.”

Overhearing them, Tony turned around and walked alongside Y/N, “You gotta shake past it. Go in tomorrow with confidence, guys, that’s the key to life.” Y/N and Steve rolled their eyes at Tony’s statement, making the billionaire shrug.

“I’m not letting it get to me,” Y/N kept her eyes ahead of her as she walked down the hallway to where the living quarters were, “Besides, I’ve had this feeling many times before and nothing has gone wrong.”

The two waved goodnight to Tony and made their way into their room, Y/N throwing herself down on the bed and kicking off her shoes as Steve laid down next to her. She shook off the feeling she had and turned to face him, smiling.

“I’m really digging the long hair, you know,” she smirked, running a hand through his hair, making him sigh in content, “I think you should keep it like this.”

Steve chuckled, looking up at her as if she was his source of life, “Is that so? What, my shorter hair wasn’t good enough for you?” He lifted his upper body slightly, facing her as she continued to gently run her fingers through his soft hair, sending shivers down his spine at her delicate touch. On the battlefield, Y/N was an absolute force, her strength outweighed most beings around her, but in moments like this, she was delicate, gentle, and Steve adored it. He adored her. And she adored him right back.

“I liked the short hair,” she grinned, “But the long hair look with the beard is really something else, Stevie.”

Steve grinned at the nickname - he loved all the little names she came up with for him. He came up with a bunch for her as well, and every time a new one would come up, she’d blush and her heart would soar at how happy she was with him. Sure, dating within the Avengers was something Fury didn’t totally recommend, because being constantly thrown into the line of fire is just what every couple wants, right? But they did it. They pushed past those insecurities and doubts and fell head over heels for each other, and nothing could come in the way of that.

“We should go to bed, darling,” Steve mumbled, sitting up and placing a light kiss on her forehead as he got up off the bed, “We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

Y/N groaned, realizing he was right, and threw her body off the bed to prepare herself for another restless sleep, mentally preparing for tomorrow’s mission.

-

The take-off couldn’t have come any slower. The day dragged on for what felt like years before the team geared up and hopped on the quinjet, Maria Hill taking up the pilot’s seat. The jet was usually filled with bubbly conversations, the team chatting away before they were thrown into battle, but something was different today.

Y/N sat on the far end of the jet with Steve and Bucky, who talked about how insane technology had gotten since the forties. She tuned them out, focusing on the clouds zooming past them as they took off into the sky, turbulence not having an effect on the jet in any way. 

She wanted to join their talk, but something told her this was really not going to go well. Natasha noticed her discomfort and walked over to her, sitting down on her right. 

“I don’t think you should let that feeling get the best of you,” she said quietly, a hint of understanding in her voice, “In my experience, bad feelings tend to get the best of you when they shouldn’t.”

Y/N looked over to her, nodding, “I know, I’m sure it’ll go away once we get there. Maybe it’s just nerves.”

Natasha smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned back in the set, “Maybe you’re pregnant,” she whispered, making Y/N’s eyes widen as she looked over to Steve, making sure he didn’t hear.

“Nat, fuck, I’m not pregnant,” Y/N whispered back, causing the redhead to laugh, shaking her head.

“I’m kidding, but that was priceless,” she continued laughing, not catching the attention of Steve who was too interested in his own conversation to notice the commotion. And Y/N was too invested in her conversation with Nat to notice that the jet was lowering, preparing for landing.

The red light turned on, signalling the back door was about to open, so the team threw on their weapons and gadgets, ready to run into whatever this mission was going to throw their way. Y/N discussed with Natasha how they were going to evacuate the building before Clint launched the bomb with 15 minutes until detonation. 

With a swift kiss on the lips from Steve and a quick ‘I love you’ Y/N jumped out of the jet with Nat and Clint, landing on the roof as quietly as they could, watching the jet leave to let the others out on the ground. Y/N made her way towards the fire escape, preparing to jump in through a window. The hostages were on the fourth floor of a six floor building, so the three of them were going to have to rush their way down. Clint dropped the bomb down one of the pipes on the roof leading down to the basement, knowing that the bomb would tear this whole building down from there.

Y/N opened a window as quietly as she could, checking her surroundings before jumping in, landing as quietly as a cat, and pulled her gun out, preparing to shoot at whatever moved. Nat jumped in behind her, Clint following afterwards. Y/N motioned for Nat to go down the right hallway and Clint down the left, and they followed her orders. 

Y/N walked down the hallway in the center of the room, looking around through all the open doorways and openings to see signs of the hostages. She made her way down to the very end of the hallway and walked into the final room, and she realized why she had a bad feeling about this.

In the center of the room, three people were strapped down to chairs, blood covering their bodies, but no signs of anyone else. ‘If they had hostages, why didn’t they cover them?’ Her mind was running with endless possibilities as she scanned her surroundings.

“I got them, but stay where you are,” Y/N spoke through the comms, looking around the room as suspicion started to bubble inside of her, the realization that this was a trap hitting her like a brick. Written on the wall in what appeared to be blood, the words HAIL HYDRA made Y/N freeze in her step. 

She turned around and ran towards the hostages, almost dropping in defeat when she noticed none of them had their eyes open - they were already dead.

“Get out! Get out now!” Y/N shouted, turning around to run out the door when she noticed it was closed, a bomb plastered on the back of it counting down from 40 seconds.

“Shit, fuck, guys, get out!” She shouted again as panic washed over her body.

“Y/N, tell us what’s going on!” Steve shouted, his breathing heavy as she could hear hear the voices clouding her mind, telling her she wasn’t going to make it out of this one. There were no windows, and the only way out would trigger an explosion big enough to take down everyone in the building, including her team.

“Steve, I’m serious, it’s a trap, you guys have thirty seconds to get the fuck out!” She shouted again, running a hand through her hair as she faced the inevitable. She was going to die alone at the hands of Hydra.

“I’m not leaving you,” Steve’s voice cracked and Y/N felt her heart break.

“I’m not asking, please, you guys need to leave-”

She was cut off by the sound of Natasha, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Steve, we really need to leave. The jet’s out front.”

Y/N didn’t take Natasha’s comment personally, she was trained to not show emotion and to stay focused, and right now, she wanted the least amount of casualties possible. Steve fought to stay, but Natasha dragged him onto the jet, tears already forming in his eyes as he was about to lose the love of his life. Y/N was pissed at herself for letting this happen, for leaving Steve, but she couldn’t think straight, fear and regret taking over her body as she curled up in the corner of the cement room - alone. 

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye to him as the bomb ticked down from ten seconds, “I love you, Steve. Thank you for everything, all of you.”

No one had time to answer before they were cut off by static, watching below as the building exploded, the flames flying high into the sky, and they couldn’t take their eyes off of the crumpling building below. She was gone, Y/N was really gone. Natasha wrapped her arms around Steve who poured his heart out, crying into her shoulder. Clint closed his eyes, letting the tears fall as he sat down, Bucky sitting next to him, not saying a word. 

“Fury... Agent Y/L/N is down,” Tony’s voice cracked as he leaned against the wall, turning off his communications to avoid Fury’s answer as he shut his eyes, not understanding how they didn’t see this was going to be a trap. 

They felt defeated, as if they had failed her. Her death was on them, even if it wasn’t really on them. The jet was silent apart from the sniffles and the low rumble of the engine as they took off back to the compound, completely and utterly lost.

-

F O U R  M O N T H S  L A T E R

To say that time had been moving slowly would be an understatement. Time had never gone slower than the past couple of months. If it were any slower, the world would be going back in time. Y/N had never experienced a more brutal, painful four months. She didn’t know how she was feeling, all emotions wiped from her body, but she knew she wasn’t feeling good.

“Солдат, каков твой статус? (Soldier, what’s your status?)” A voice broke through Y/N’s daze, snapping her attention to the voice that spoke. She sat upright, eyes dark.

“Нет статуса, директор. (No status, director.)” She replied, swallowing sharply when she knew what was to come. She was ordered to take down five men, but only managed to get to three of them, leaving two witnesses to run off and warn whoever they were working with. She knew that this was going to piss off her director, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t feel anything.

“Итак, ты провалился? Это ты мне говоришь? (So, you failed? Is that what you’re telling me?” The man snapped at her, approaching her face as she turned away from him, looking straight ahead. 

“Я не подвел. Трое мужчин все еще мертвы. (I didn’t fail. Three men are still dead.)” She replied, voice harsh. She was constantly being given tasks that ended with multiple people dying, and although she didn’t always get to everyone, she had over a dozen kills on her resume already. 

After the explosion, Hydra had found her bloody body sitting in the room, still alive. Without thinking, they took her to their Siberian base, wiping her mind completely and turning her into an assassin and having her follow every order they gave her. They made sure to keep her out of Shield’s watchful eye, not wanting the Avengers busting down their doors to save the damsel in distress. If Y/N still had her memory, she’d realize this was exactly what they did to Bucky, and she’d be pissed, so pissed. But she didn’t know anything outside of this. For all she knew, she had been here all her life, following the dark commands of the voices of Hydra without question, slaughtering people without so much as a second thought. The bodies piled up, and her mind became darker and darker with each passing day.

Back at the Avengers compound, they had no idea what was going on with her. They had mourned, they even hosted a funeral (which Tony paid for, wanting her to have an extravagant send off, of course), but they continued doing their duties as heroes to save the world. They didn’t bring her up that often, except to ask Steve if he was okay. He was the only one who wasn’t fine, the one who laid in bed every night alone, missing her warm body next to his, missing her smiling face in the mornings, but Y/N knew none of this. 

She didn’t even remember Steve. 

“Ну, ты знаешь, что происходит сейчас, солдат. (Well, you know what happens now, soldier.)” The man looked to Y/N with an evil smirk, and she understood what he meant. She stood up, walking over to the large chair in the center of the room surrounded by machines. She sat down as the machines approached her, preparing for what was to come.

Before the machines could touch her, she heard shouting from the room next door. Not paying much attention, she turned her eyes to the machines next to her, which started sparking. That usually wasn’t a good sign.

“Что происходит с машинами?” One man shouted, trying to turn it off so that it didn’t cause too much damage. Y/N sat there, unfazed by what was happening as the men ran around, unplugging everything they could, but the white sparks started making their way around the room, lights flickering as the shouting grew louder, closer.

Y/N stood up, picking up the machine gun that sat on the table and pointed it towards the front door, glowing coming from behind it. She stood in front of the Hydra men, protecting them from whatever was about to break in. 

The sound of the door breaking down made the men behind her jump back, Y/N resting her finger on the trigger, the light from the doorway almost blinding as she could see a figure approaching them. A really large figure, at that.

Shouting came from behind her as the men shouted at her to shoot, but curiosity had the best of her and she waited to see what this figure was going to be. As the light died down, a man stood in the doorway, short hair, detailed silver armour, and a large hammer in hand.

“Стреляй, солдат! (Shoot, soldier!)” Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts as she re-aimed her gun, pointing it at the man’s head. If there was anything she knew about herself now, it was that she had impeccable aim. The man in the doorway noticed the gun aimed towards his head and he lifted his arm, swinging his hammer in circles and launched it at her, sending her flying across the room with a painful groan. She looked behind her, noticing the large indent left on the wall behind her in the shape of her body and looked back towards the intruder, whose eyes were wider than anyone else’s she had ever seen.

“Y/N?” The man asked, a deep accented voice making her stop in her tracks.

She raised an eyebrow, picking her gun off the floor, “Who?” She pulled the trigger, hitting him in the shoulder as he let out a groan of pain, falling back to the floor. 

“Y/N, it’s me, Thor.” The man groaned, “ We were friends.”

Y/N approached him, pointing the gun towards his face, “I don’t have friends. I don’t know you.”

Thor groaned, clutching his shoulder as confusion washed over his body. He had heard of her death, he even went to her funeral, so he had never expected to stumble upon her here. And now, he had no idea what to do. He knew what Hydra did to people, what they had done to her, and he felt it his responsibility to save her. So, he lifted his hand, summoning his hammer back to him, Y/N’s body being the only thing in the way as she held her aim on his face. 

The only thing she felt was an immense force hitting her from the back as her vision went dark, her body collapsing on the ground.

-

“You’re awake,” a booming voice brought Y/N back to reality as she sat up, head pounding as the pain coming from her back started acting up again, preventing her from getting up.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, “Where am I?”

“London,” the same voice said, and Y/N’s eyes snapped open, looking over to the man in the doorway. The same one that broke in - he had kidnapped her. She took a second to realize what was going on and jumped out of bed, slowly walking over to the guy and launched a punch to his face, making him stumble back as he gripped his now bloody nose. 

“Oh, what the-” he was cut off by her legs wrapping around his neck from the back, her knees digging into his throat as she shifted her balance backwards, causing the two of them to collapse on the ground. Thor seemed to shocked to move, so Y/N lifted herself off the ground and kneed him in the stomach, picking a lamp off of the table and threatening to knock him over the head with it.

“Why did you kidnap me?” She asked, holding the lamp steadily. Thor groaned, rolling over slightly, using the table to help him sit up.

“My god, calm down, Y/N,” he pulled his hand away from his face to hold grab the lamp out of her grasp, “They really messed you up, huh?”

Y/N’s eyebrow raised in confusion, “Who? Why do you keep calling me ‘Y/N’?” 

Thor sat up, sighing, “We have a lot to go over.” Y/N felt at ease around him, she didn’t know who he was, but something about him made her feel safer, and she didn’t know why.

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T W O  W E E K S  L A T E R

“So, that’s me?” Y/N asked, looking over footage of the 2012 New York attack, her eyes settling on herself, running around with a group of other people in spandex suits, fighting robotic centipedes. Her eyes fell on the blond man in the star-spangled onesie, something about him made her heart clutch, and she had no idea why.

“Yeah, and that’s me,” Thor grinned, pointing a finger to himself confronting Loki, “And that’s my stupid brother.”

Y/N smiled, for what seemed like the first time ever, “He’s the ‘adopted’ one?” Thor nodded, making Y/N sigh. She was trying so damn hard to remember her life, but nothing seemed to click. Thor had shown her countless videos and images, telling her every detail about her life before Hydra. But to her, she had no life before Hydra. She didn’t know how to feel about all of this, still not trusting Thor fully. She knew that Hydra was going to look for her, and she wasn’t safe anywhere she went. But slowly, she started to feel herself relax, although still aiming a weapon at any noise, a gun placed under her pillow at night.

“You should eat something,” Thor mumbled, looking over at the broken girl next to him, “Something that’s not bread.”

Y/N nodded slowly, walking over to the cupboard and looking through, trying to find something to eat. For months, Hydra had fed her nothing but bread and sometimes a mixture of lentils and rice, but nothing that was in the least bit appetizing. To her, it was fine, it was all she knew, so now that she had the restricted freedom to pick something to eat, she didn’t feel right. Everything in her screamed to run back to Siberia, to burry herself in that Hydra chamber and let them torture her, rip her apart, she felt like that was her duty, but she stayed put, the smarter half of her brain taking over.

“Where do you keep the bread?” She mumbled, looking to Thor who shook his head with a small smile.

“I’m not telling you, you need to eat something that’s actually good for you,” He stood up, walking over to her, his body being much larger than hers. He knew that forcing her to adjust to this new life wasn’t exactly right, she needed time, but he was trying to help her. He hadn’t told the Avengers, he hadn’t told anyone that she was alive, he couldn’t throw her into that just yet. 

She didn’t ask about them either - she still had no idea about their existence apart from the brief videos Thor showed her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She was in a new life now, and she was slowly starting to come to terms with that.

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O N E  M O N T H   L A T E R

“C’mon, sunshine, picking up a gun needs to be less of a necessity,” Thor chuckled, walking back into the small apartment with a bag of groceries as Y/N sat on the couch, catching up on pop culture that had been wiped from her mind. 

“Sorry,” she chuckled, putting the gun back down on the table, giving Thor a small pout, “It’s a hard habit to break.”

He placed the back on the floor and sat next to her, placing his hand on hers lightly, making sure she didn’t pull away, “I know, it’s okay, but I’m the only one coming through that door, so you don’t need to shoot at me.”

Y/N chuckled, looking over to him, “Or do I?”

Thor smiled down at her, happy with how she was becoming more confident in herself. She still didn’t remember much about her past life, but small glimpses were coming back to her in her sleep, and she was glad that her past was no longer this vision that she couldn’t reach, she felt more connected to herself. It was a lot to take in, everything that had happened to her, but Thor’s patience was the most helpful thing she could have. 

“So, um, I think it’s time I stop lying to the team, I think you need to meet them again,” Thor said softly, his thumb grazing over the back of her hand as she let out a sigh. She knew this was going to happen, and she knew she had to face them eventually, but something told her that this was a lot more than just a re-meeting. 

“I think so too,” Y/N sighed, looking at Thor who gave her a soft smile, “I think I need to be more in touch with my past to remember who I was, you know?”

He nodded, “Of course, I’m not forcing you, but I was thinking the same thing.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath, her stomach already doing flips inside of her, the fear of facing her old team being slightly overwhelming. She didn’t know how they would react. She was alive, yes, but she was nowhere near the same person that she was the last time she saw them. 

For two days, she didn’t sleep, the thought of what was to come overbearing her thoughts, but she didn’t step away from it. She was ready. A gun lodged in her waistband, she followed Thor through the Avengers compound. The beating of her heart overpowered everything else in her body, and she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking, her steps slower than usual. Thor had announced to Fury they would be coming by and told him not to tell anyone, to keep Y/N a secret until she was in front of them. 

Y/N was terrified. Hydra had changed her, and the thought of the team not liking the new her was a huge possibility. She had seen flashbacks of them in her sleep, and Thor had told her their names so she wasn’t totally clueless. As he opened the doors, he told her to stay behind. 

She did as he said, and he stepped into the room, being greeted by the Avengers as he shut the door behind him, hiding Y/N. They had a brief catch-up session before he cut them off, telling them he needed to say something important.

“I’m actually here for a reason,” he said, everyone falling silent to hear what he was going to say as he looked over to Steve, sadness in his eyes, “Um, about five.. six months ago.. Y/N um.. got stuck in that building...”

The team shared a look, not really sure where he was going, but he was visibly nervous, rubbing his hands together. Y/N on the other side of the door was leaning up to it, listening to what he was saying. 

“She... um... man, there’s no easy way to say this,” Thor rubbed the back of his neck, “She survived.”

Natasha dropped her mug on the floor, coughing. Bucky nearly spat out his food, looking over to his best friend who sat there in silence. Steve’s eyes were wide and red-rimmed, his fingers shaking slightly at Thor’s words.

“What?” he asked, voice cracking as he stood up, leaning on to the table for support. His heart broke, the thought that she had survived and not come to see them tore him apart. But the thought that she was alive... there was no way.

“I, uh, I know this is hard to believe-”

“Damn right, why should we believe you?” Tony asked, jaw clenched at the thought that Thor was lying. 

Thor raised his hands, “Look, she was taken in by Hydra, her, uh, memory was wiped, the same thing that happened to Barnes,” Thor continued, the silence in the room almost being too much for him to handle. Steve sucked in a deep breath, not knowing how to feel as he looked to Bucky, who held his head low at the thought of what they did to him happening to Y/N too. 

Steve was in shock, he couldn’t wrap his head around Thor’s words. For six months, he mourned, he cried, he felt his heart mould itself apart and back together over and over, and now, she might be back.

“So, what, she doesn’t remember us?” Natasha asked, eyes watery as Clint placed his hand on hers, “How do you know this?”

Thor lifted his hands once again, “I found her. She’s been with me for about two months, maybe less, I needed to help her get her memory back-”

“You had her for two months and didn’t tell us?” Tony snapped, dropping a piece of his suit as he approached Thor, “What the fuck?”

The god stuttered, “She was terrified, please - guys, please, be calm - she needs you guys to be calm. She has been through hell and back, she’s done a lot of stuff, just, please - for her.”

Tony took a deep breath, leaning on the back of the couch as he looked to Steve, who had slow tears making their way down his face.

“Where is she?” He asked, dreading the answer, yet wanting it more than anything.

“Right on the other side of this door,” Thor mumbled, looking to the ground as Steve let out a small whimper, shaking his head as he looked up.

“Can we see her?” He asked softly, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and kiss her, protect her, and love her. 

Thor nodded and slowly opened the door, poking his head out to the other side to motion to Y/N to come in. She took a deep breath and nodded, making her way slowly into the room. When her eyes locked on Steve’s, she almost ran out and never wanted to come back. Something inside of her connected to him, but she didn’t understand why, wanting to push it aside. His eyes were red, she knew he had been crying. Next to him, a shorter man with brown hair next to a woman with red hair, Clint and Natasha. Y/N gave them a small smile, not seeing another person approach her from the side. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and panic set in, she gripped the gun from her waistband and aimed it at the man she recognized as Tony Stark.

“God damn it, Y/N, put the gun away,” Thor groaned, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her instantly relax. Steve noticed how she reacted to him, and his heart broke even more realizing that he wasn’t the one to help her out of a broken place. 

He was. 

And she didn’t even remember him. 

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[theycallmemoosey]

Don't Lie to Me

Dan x Reader 

Warnings: Kinda dark, domestic violence, abuse, I swear there's some fluff in there somewhere 

A/N: Another request! Woo! I was so happy to write this (shows what I enjoy) and I really tried with this because it was such a good idea. I'm sorry if it's not what you’re hoping for or it's  a bit too dark. I think I went a bit “13 Reasons Why” - ish with this one. I hope you enjoy it, anyhow. Moose :) 

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“Are you going to stay the night?” Dan asked as he traced patterns up and down your forearm. 

“I shouldn’t really, I should get home to the cats” “Can’t they be alone for one night?” You laughed, trying to get up from the sofa but being pulled back forcefully, “They’re very dependent on me being home. They get anxious when I’m not there and I don’t really want them to tear up the apartment” “Oh come on, you haven’t spent a night in the Howell/Lester apartment yet!” He tried to persuade you, receiving the not-so-serious glare from you. He laughed, “Okay okay! But you’ll be over again tomorrow, right?” “I thought you had to film all day tomorrow?” “Mmhm” “So wouldn’t I be in the way?” Dan smiled, “Actually, I was hoping that we could make a video together? Announce that we’re a couple?” “Dan, I don’t think so” you laughed awkwardly, furrowing your eyebrows at him. “Come on, we’ve been together for a while now, I don’t see why not. And you make me so happy and mean so much to me, I want the rest of the world to know how much you mean to me too” “Dan, I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t think your fans would like it. And I’m not sure how I would cope with the attention” “Are you sure?” Dan asked, bringing out the puppy eyes. “Yes” you smiled, your eyes darting to the time on Dan’s phone, “shit. It’s late, I really should get going” “Oh...right” Dan said, staring at you confused as you started rushing to get your coat and bag, “Y/N, are you alright?” You stopped, grinning painfully wide to cover up the panic, “I’m fine. Just didn’t realise the time and I have to be up really early for work tomorrow” “Y/N...” “Thanks for having me over...I’ll see you Sunday?” Dan began to speak, but you interrupted him, “great! Sunday it is” You quickly gave him a kiss and smiled as you walked out the apartment, rushing down the stairs and almost sprinting down the road to find the nearest taxi. “What the...” Dan muttered, still stood in the same position he was before you left. “Guys, just to warn you, I think the hot water tank is faulty again tonight, the...where’s Y/N?” “Went home” Dan huffed, sitting back down and scrolling through the tv. “She’s...still refusing to stay?” “I don’t know what it is that makes her not want to stay here. I mean, Jesus, we’ve been together for ages now. It’s weird that she hasn’t stayed before. Right?” “Yeah...yeah it is” Phil agreed, taking his place next to Dan on the sofa, “What we watching?” “Whatever you want...I might just go to bed” “Oh. Are you sure?” “Yeah...suddenly feel really tired” “Ok. Well...goodnight then” “Yeah, night Phil” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had just got home, silently panting as you shut the door gently, careful not to disturb your mum and her boyfriend, Steve. You quietly tiptoed towards the kitchen, your throat feeling sore from how little you had to drink today. As you began to drink, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, making you jump. “Back so late, Y/N?” Steve’s voice sternly said, in a hushed tone so as not to wake up your mum. “Work kept me behind” you falsely smiled at him, tipping the remaining water down the sink in an effort to get to your bedroom faster. “Is that so?” “Yeah, lots of paperwork needed to be done and the deadline was tomorrow” “See, it’s funny you should say that, because I called in at your work, and they said you had left hours ago” You swallowed hardly, “I-“ “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” “No! No...I-I was there. Maybe they just didn’t see me?” “Don’t lie to me, Y/N...you know I won’t tolerate liars” he snarled, his fist clenching by his sides. “Steve, I swear to you, I wasn’t-“ “Where were you?” “I’ve already told you! I was at work!” His fist smacked your face, making your lip bleed rapidly. Your face stung and you felt your head pulsing as you went to touch your swollen lip. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N...” “I-“ you began to cry, “I was seeing a friend” “Which friend?” “A friend from work” “Which friend?” He persisted, his hand raising slightly. “Danielle” you hesitated, closing your eyes in fear. “You hesitated, Y/N. You’re lying to me again” “Dan! His name’s Dan” you sobbed, almost hunching on the floor in fear. “Oh a MALE friend? You’ve been seeing a guy?” You didn’t say anything, you just continued to cry on the floor. “We don’t keep secrets in this family, Y/N” You sniffled, finally gaining some confidence, “you’re not my family. And you never will be” You looked up and met rage filled eyes, his smirk growing, “Oh Y/N, I’m family now. And I always will be” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Beat that, suckers!” Dan cheered, having won the fifth mario kart race in a row. “Good to see you’re nice to our subscribers” Phil laughed, checking the chats as they filmed their live stream. “What world will we go to next?” “Please not cheese land, please not cheese land” Phil jokingly pleaded As Dan was about to say some remark about Phil’s cheese phobia, the two of them turned their heads towards the door at the sound of the doorbell. “Should we answer it?” Phil asked Dan “Nah, let’s leave it. The neighbours will get it if it’s a parcel” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, yeah let’s just carry on. OH! I love this map!” Phil continued reading through the chat while Dan began commentating on the subscribers’ skills. “Mary Jane says that-Dan’s it’s the doorbell again...” Phil said, hearing the doorbell go off once more. “Ignore it. We’re busy” Dan said whilst concentrating on trying to pass by a subscriber to get to first, “hah! Beat that, Jamie07941! Phew, another race won!” “Ok! My turn!” Phil said excitedly, taking the control from Dan. As Phil started talking about his mii and the lands he likes, Dan checked his phone quickly.

Y/N - Dan? Please let me in. I need you.

“Uhh, I need to go get the parcel. Neighbours just text me” Dan showed Phil the text message from you, keeping it hidden from the camera so as not to reveal who you were. “Ok. Sorry guys, stuck with me for a couple minutes while Dan grabs the parcel. Anyway-“ Phil’s voice faded as Dan headed down the stairs and to the door of the apartment. “Y/N?” He opened the door to a crying mess, your head down. “Hey, is everything ok?” Dan took your hand gently and pulled you inside, not letting go once he had shut the door. “I-I’m sorry for coming. I know I said I wouldn’t. It’s just...work has been really hard today” You sniffed, refusing to look up at Dan. “Look at me, love” Dan urged, but you shook your head, “Hey, look at me” He tilt your head up gently, revealing the large bruise on your face. You had covered up the rest on your body with the large hoodie you put on before you went to work this morning. “What happened?!” Dan asked, worry in his voice. “I fell at work today. Into the printer” you fake laughed, wiping the tears away with your sleeve, careful not to reveal too much on your arms. “Oh sure” Dan replied, the sarcasm evident in his voice. “Seriously! I fell into the printer face first and managed to bruise my face. I’ve been the laughing stock today” Dan sighed, “listen, I have to carry on with the live show. You know where everything is in the kitchen. There’s a new pint of ice cream in the freezer I bought earlier today, so help yourself. Feel free to go to my room or watch some tv in the front room, just try to be quiet. Don’t want the subscribers knowing about you, right?” “I’m sorry...” “Hey, no. Don’t be sorry. It’s fine! Of course it is” He smiles comfortingly, pulling you in for a hug, “we won’t be long ok?” You nodded, Dan kissing you quickly before jogging back to the gaming room. You sighed, placing your bag on the floor by the door, along with your shoes. You looked in the mirror and wiped the visible tears, fixing your hair so it wasn’t sticking up everywhere. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You ate the entire thing?!” You looked up from your place on the sofa to see Dan, stood in awe at the fact you ate an entire pint of ice cream by yourself. “I haven’t eaten today” you shrugged, going back to watching the tv. “You haven’t eaten?” You shook your head in reply, Dan humming. “Well, Phil and I haven’t had dinner yet so...take out?” “Yeah...I could do a takeout” Dan smiled, “PHIL?!” “WHAT?!” You heard Phil shout from the other side of the apartment. “WE’RE GETTING TAKEOUT” “YAY” “That was the most sarcastic yay I have ever heard. And it wasn’t from Dan?” You gasped jokingly, lifting up the blanket and inviting Dan next to you. He sat down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder, typing into his phone. “What would you prefer? Just be warned, Chinese doesn’t exactly agree with Phil” You laughed gently, “Pizza sound ok?” “Sounds perfect” he looked up to meet your eyes, smiling widely. You kissed his forehead softly and smiled back. The two of you didn’t break eye contact for minutes until Phil walked in the room. “Guys - JESUS Y/N! Your face! Are you okay?!” Phil gasped, rushing towards you to look at the bruise more carefully. “I fell into the printer at work today” you laughed, pushing him away playfully. “Oh. As long as you’re alright” he smiled, concern in his eyes. “Thank you Phil” you smiled back Phil sighed “So! What’s the verdict?” “Pizza” Dan announced, “Care to order for us?” “Why can’t you?” “I got the post this morning, you can call the pizza place. One margarita, one pepperoni and whatever you want” Dan smiled at him smugly, Phil rolling his eyes, although still smiling. “Y/N?” Phil turned his gaze to you, “Will you be staying tonight? Just gotta make sure there are enough clean towels” “Uhhh...” you hesitated, looking between Phil and Dan, seeing them both silently pleading for you stay, “if it’s ok with you guys then sure. Might as well” “Great! Cool, I’ll go make the call and then sort out everything” Phil said excitedly, heading out the room. “Phil, wait! I’ll call the pizza place. I need to call my mum anyway, tell her I’m not coming home tonight” you smiled, lifting the blanket off of you.   “What? I thought you lived on your own?” Dan interjected, confusion in his voice, whilst frowning slightly at your absence. “Yeah!” You quickly corrected yourself, “Yeah, I do. I was supposed to be staying at hers tonight but I’d much rather be here” “Oh...are you sure?” “Totally. She won’t mind” you said as you began to type in her number “Y/N?” Dan called after you again. “Mmhm?” “What about the cats?” “Right...I almost forgot I had cats” you laughed nervously, “I guess I better call my neighbour too. Thanks, hun” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, mum?” “Is everything alright?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Is Steve at home?” “No, he’s at the bar. What’s the matter?” “I’m not going to be home tonight...” “Why? Where are you going?” “I...I’m staying at Dan’s house tonight” “Steve won’t like that, Y/N. You know that” “I know” you sighed, “can you just tell him that I’m staying at Grandma’s? Say she needed help with some stuff and I thought I would stay?” “I can try. I’m can’t guarantee that he’ll believe me” “Please? Mum, I can’t live like a child in that house. Especially not with him. I need to live my life...and this is part of it” “Does Steve know about Dan?” You sighed, hearing the panic in your mum’s voice over the phone, “he knows about Dan’s existence. Not that I’ve been dating him for nearly a year” “I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide that for so long. You know, if he finds out, he might be worse than usual. Jesus, Y/N, he might kill us” “Mum...if you need me to come home, I will” “No! No, Y/N. Stay. You’re right. You’re an adult. You need to be treated like one” “Thank you...you’ll call me or message me if he tries anything. I’ll be straight home” “I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah. Love you, mum” “Love you too” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Oooh Pizza” Phil excitedly muttered when we heard the doorbell go off. When Phil left you and Dan alone to go and get the pizza, Dan paused the movie and pulled you close into a giant bear hug. “I love you, you know that right?” “I know. I love you too” you smiled at him, snuggling down into his warmth. “Y/N, can I suggest something insane?” “What’s that?” “Move in with me?” You gasped quietly, then looked away from Dan, not quite believing what he said. “Y/N? Everything ok?” He asked, noticing your behaviour change “You don’t want me living here. I don’t think I could, anyway” “Sure you could! Phil loves you, not as much as me of course, but he’d love you here. It’s closer to your work so you don’t have to get up so early” “What...what about the cats?” “Bring them with you!” You stared at Dan, “you hate cats...” “Yeah, I do. They’re evil. But if it means you’d move in with me then I don’t care” You sighed, “Dan, I don’t think it’s right for me to move in. It’s too soon” “Y/N, we’ve been together for nearly a year, it’s not THAT soon” Luckily, Phil walked in at that moment. Sighing of relief, you smiled at him and took the pizza, playing the movie again. Dan sighed next to you and took his own pizza, evidently annoyed that you wouldn’t agree to it. His eyes looked down towards your hands, debating whether or not to take them in his own, when your hoodie sleeve slid down slightly when you tried to pull a slice of pizza apart from the others. Dan’s eyes widened at the large purple bruises on your wrist, easily in the shape of fingers. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes, knowing you hadn’t clocked that he had spotted them. Throughout the movie, you and Phil laughed and joked around, commenting on each mistake in the movie, but Dan sat there silently, smiling weakly if either of you made a joke or reference towards him. He couldn’t stop thinking about who could have done this to you. As far as he knew, you lived alone with your cats, and everyone at your work was lovely when he went to surprise you. When the film ended, Phil decided to go to bed, leaving the two of you to voluntarily clear up so that you wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow morning. You followed Dan to his room when you had finished, excitement building up inside of you at the thought of spending the night with Dan. You watched him lovingly as he began to get ready for bed, tidying the side of the bed he didn’t sleep on to allow you to actually fit on the bed. “Voila. All ready” he smiled, before noticing your clothes, “aren’t you going to change?” “I haven’t got anything to change into” you shrugged, happily lifting the duvet to slide into bed. “Wait, you can’t sleep in that!” Dan said, laughing slightly before going to his wardrobe. He pulled out his extra long black shirt and handed it to you, “Here you go” “Thanks” you smiled gratefully, before heading out the room. “Hey, where you going?” “Bathroom?” “You can change in here, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” he laughed, his mind going back to the bruises he saw on your wrist. “I need the toilet anyway. I won’t be long” “Y/N!” Dan called after you as you continued walking down the hall. “Yeah?” You walked back into his room, the shirt in hand. “Tell me what’s going on...” “What?” “I saw them...” “Saw what?” “The bruises. On your wrist” You cleared your throat, pulling the sleeves down, suddenly becoming very self conscious. “It was the printer” “Like that bruise on your face?” “Yeah” you smiled weakly “Stop lying to me, Y/N! What’s going on?!” He raises his voice, seeing you flinch. He immediately regretted shouting, and carefully walked towards you, pulling you into an embrace as you began to cry. “I’m sorry” you whispered. “No. Don’t be sorry” he kissed your head, “I just love you too much to see you be hurt. Tell me what’s going on. Tell me who’s hurting you. Maybe I can help” “You can’t, Dan” you sobbed into his chest, “no one can” “Let me try” he said soothingly, rubbing your back gently. “Can we talk about this in the morning? I just want to sleep now” you sniffed, Dan nodding. “Change in here. I know about it now so...” “Dan, I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed the toilet” you laughed slightly, Dan wiping the tears away. “Go on then” he smiled, watching as you walked away, feeling furious with whoever broke you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had fallen asleep in his arms, and had the best sleep you’ve had in ages. Dan, however, couldn’t sleep. He held you tightly and wouldn’t let you go, other than when you rolled around in your sleep. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, scared you would run away from him if he fell asleep. He felt like he had to protect you, even though he knew no one was going to come into his bedroom in the middle of the night. He sighed and loosened his grip slightly, pulling the duvet back gently so as not to wake you up. He took the hem of the shirt and pulled it up to your chest, revealing a body of purple and brown and black. He gasped slightly and felt the tears begin to form, lightly tracing his fingers along your body, making you shiver slightly. He leant down and kissed your shoulder, pulling down the shirt and covering both of you with the duvet again. He sighed and pulled you in close, hugging you tightly as you shifted by slept deeper into him. Dan began to cry quietly, making sure not to wake you up. So many questions were racing through his mind. Who was doing this? How long has she been suffering through this? Why didn’t she talk to me? Dan wanted nothing more than to save you from this, and take away all the pain you were going through. He tried to sleep, hoping you would explain everything in the morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Phil! Phil!” Dan shouted as he ran into the kitchen, sliding slighting on the wooden floors, “where’s Y/N?!” “Shower, I think. Why?” Dan sighed, “thought she ran off...” “Why would she do that?” Phil laughed confused, taking another mouthful of his cereal. “I...um...well...” Dan hesitated, before sitting down next to Phil, “I think someone’s abusing her” Phil almost spat his cereal, “What?!” “Shhhhh” Dan hushed, checking the doorway, “she’s got bruises everywhere. The bruise on her face wasn’t from the printer...someone’s hurting her. There are bruises on her wrists and all the way up her body. We need to stop whoever’s doing this to her” “Who could it be?” Phil wondered. “That’s the thing, I don’t know! Unless she’s seeing someone else...” Dan’s voice broke at the thought. “No. I’m sure she wouldn’t be, Dan” “DAN!!” The boys heard your voice shout out to them, their heads both turning to the doorway. “YEAH?!” Dan called back “MIND IF I BORROW A MERCH HOODIE? JUST FOUND A PIZZA STAIN ON THE ONE I WORE YESTERDAY” “YEAH GO FOR IT” Phil turned towards Dan, taking another spoonful of his cereal, “Go talk to her. Only way to find out” “Yeah. Thanks, Phil” Dan smiled and headed towards his room, seeing you humming happily to yourself as you got changed and began making the bed. “You’re pretty” Dan said in a childish voice, stepping away from the wall he was just leant on to hug you from behind. “Thanks, babe” you looked up and kissed him, before continuing to make the bed, although admittedly it was a lot harder with a full sized Dan on your back. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “When are we going to talk about it?” You paused, standing up for a moment, feeling Dan place his head on your shoulder in anticipation. “I don’t know how” you placed your hands on his arm, which was wrapped tightly around your waist. At perfect timing, your phone began to ring. “Shit” you muttered, recognising your mum’s ringtone, “Dan, I have to get this” “Y/N!” He whined, annoyance evident in his voice. “Dan, please!” You pushed him away, slightly roughly, and headed towards your phone, “Mum?” “Y/N?” Your mum’s voice sounded panic and rushed, “you need to come home. Now” “Mum, is everything ok?!” “It’s Steve, Y/N...just get here as soon as you can and we might just be alright” “Yeah. Yeah I’m on my way now. I’ll be as quick as I can” You hung up quickly, turning to Dan. He was sat on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands in a clenched fist to his lips. “Dan...” “Don’t. Just...don’t. If you need to go, go” he said, monotonously. He didn’t look at you, he just stared straight at the wall in front of him. “Dan, please don’t be mad...” “Mad?” He scoffed, “I’m not mad” You scoffed back, “Yeah, and I’m not your girlfriend” Dan finally looked at you, raising his voice, “What?!” “Jesus, Dan! I was being sarcastic!” Of course you’re mad at me!” You felt Dan’s eyes on you, burning into you with the anger. “Dan! I know you’re mad that I won’t move in. I know you’re mad that I won’t tell you about the bruises on my body. I know you’re mad that I’ve got millions of secrets that I haven’t yet told you. But I have to go, or my mum might just get killed!” Dan’s eyes turned from anger to shock, “What?” “Dan! I need to go!” You began to sob, your hands beginning to shake. “Woah! Hey!” Dan sprung up from his place on the bed, grabbing you and holding you up before you fell to the ground, “Hey! Breathe with me ok?” “Dan, I need to get to my mum. Steve’s going to hurt her” you cried, clinging onto him tightly. “Ok. Ok, I’m going to come with you, alright?” Dan encouraged, trying to help lift you up. “No! Dan, he’ll kill you!” “He won’t touch me” he smiled comfortingly, escorting you towards the front door. “PHIL! HURRY!” He called, the sound of footsteps getting louder behind you. “What? What’s happened?” Phil asked panicked. “Just call a taxi” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mum?! MUM?!” You called into the house, looking in every room you could. You sprinted up to her bedroom and opened the door, seeing her laying unconscious on the floor. “Mum?!” You rushed to her, trying desperately to wake her up. She had a pulse. He wasn’t a murderer yet. As you tried to lift her up, you were knocked down by a kick to the head. You groaned in pain, curled up on the floor as you clutched your head, but Steve picked you up roughly and slammed you against the wall. You could smell the alcohol from a mile away, and you could tell he was high from the way his eyes were bloodshot. “You didn’t come home last night, Y/N” he snarled, an evil smirk appearing on his face. “Steve, leave me alone” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks “Oh no, Y/N. You lied to me. You’ve been hiding this Dan from me for months now. You know what I do if someone lies to me, Y/N...except, this time you AND your mother pay” Your head was slammed against the wall, causing you to almost black out. His fist collided with your face nearly ten times, if not more. He kicked you and beat you down until you were coughing blood into the carpet. Just as he was about to slam his foot into you as you lay on the ground, you heard the boys storm in. You couldn’t see much through your swollen eyes, but you saw Dan and Phil push and pull Steve away from you, ducking each punch Steve threw their way. One punch hit Dan in the face, and you saw Dan’s entire demeanour change. He pushed him to the wall roughly, throwing his own punches towards Steve. You heard Phil call the police and decided to try and wake your mum up again. You crawled over to her, hissing through the pain of what was probably a few cracked ribs, but you reached her eventually. “Mum?” You whispered, shaking her arm as much as you could, “Mum, come on. They’re going to get rid of him for good, mum” You didn’t know if she woke up, or what happened after that, because the next thing you knew everything was dark. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You woke up slowly, your eyes adjusting to the light. Your whole body ached and you groaned as you tried to sit up. As you finally adjusted to your surroundings, you realised you weren’t your own room. The duvet cover was the familiar black and grey squares. In front of you, you saw the hideous ass chair. It was Dan’s room. You grabbed your phone and checked the time, seeing it was two days later than when you went home. “Y/N?” You looked up and saw a beaten up Dan, smiling down at you. “Oh my god, what happened to your face?!” “Shhh...I got a bit angry with Steve and ended up getting beaten myself. He got it worse though” he winked, or at least, tried to wink through the grand black eye. “Is mum ok?” You asked, trying to get out of bed but Dan pushing you back. “She’s here. And awake. And fine. We gave her the spare room until she’s comfortable to go back to her house” “And-“ “And Steve’s currently in the county jail. No doubt one of his friends will try and bail him but...you’re safe with me” he smiled at you, stroking your arms, before laughing slightly to himself. “What’s so funny?” “You look a right mess” he kept laughing, and you went to hit him but it hurt too much to move, so it was more of a pathetic wave towards his direction. Dan leant down and kissed you gently, cautious of the marks and bruises on your face. “I love you, Y/N” “I know” you smiled at him, grateful for such a wonderful boyfriend, before you realised, “oh my god, Dan...” “What?” “You can’t post anything anywhere for weeks! I mean...your subscribers would go mad! And then you’d have to reveal me, and-“ “Calm down! I want them to know about you. Anyway, asshat can’t hurt you now. I know that’s the only reason you didn't want to announce it” he watched as you awkwardly nodded your head, “Oh! And you don’t own any cats. Do you?” You sighed, smiling slightly to yourself, “No. I’m actually deadly allergic to them” Dan threw his head back in laughter and you joined him. “I can’t believe you lied to me for that long. I thought I knew everything about you” “Well...no more secrets now” “Promise?” “Promise” you smiled “Hey, Y/N...” “Mmhm?” You replied, sitting up more so you were face to face with him. “Does this mean you can move in now?” “Ok” you nodded “Ok? Seriously?” Dan said excitedly, “you’ll move in with me?” You nodded, kissing him gently. “This is the best day of my life!” He cried, “I mean...apart from the fact everyone’s covered in bruises and recovering from a demon attack but other than that...YES!! WOO!!” Dan jumped up and ran towards the doorway, “PHIL! SHE SAID YES! SHE’S GONNA LIVE WITH US!!” “YAY!!” You chuckled, “huh, less sarcastic this time” Dan laughed with you, racing back to the bed and carefully jumping on top of you, holding you tightly, peppering kisses along your neck up to your cheek before smiling down at you lovingly. “Welcome home, Y/N”

#danisnotonfire #dan howell #danisnotinteresting #danisnotonfire x reader #dan x reader #dan howell x reader #dan howell imagine #amazingphil #phil lester #dan and phil #danandphilgames

[linaofthemyscira]

Flustered

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Words: 624

Summary: Jason can’t get over just how cute you are :)

Warnings: Jason fangirling…

A/N I saw this video of a Korean couple doing this and I can’t find it which makes me sad but I thought it was so cute that I just had to do this. I hope you like it! Jason a bit OOC (just a smidgen)

You had been dating Jason for merely a few months, and he was already having to travel out of town for his “job”, which made you a little annoyed considering long distance could strain relationships. You didn’t want to strain this relationship, you liked it. Alas, Jason had to go.

He said he was going to be somewhere in Paris, which put him 6 hours ahead of you. That meant when you were eating dinner, he was going to sleep…for the most part. You weren’t really aware what his “job” was but he was most definitely not going to bed when you thought he was.

One particular evening, you decided to go to sleep early-ish at 9:00. As you laid on you and Jason’s shared bed, you got a text message from him. At first you were alarmed that he was up at 2:00 am, but shook it off and smiled at the text.

“Goodnight babe. I hope you get some sleep. I love you ❤️”

You decided to return the act of affection but went one step further. You went on Snapchat and picked a cute teddy bear filter. Then you took a short a video of yourself saying goodnight.

“Goodnight Jaybabe! I love yoouuuuuuu!” And you blew a kiss at the camera. You downloaded the video and texted it to him, so he could save it himself if we wanted.

“He’s gonna think I’m such a dork.” You shook your head.

Meanwhile in Paris, at 2 in the morning, Jason laid in his hotel bed, on his phone, waiting for a reply from you. When the video message popped up, he quirked an eyebrow and opened the video.

When your face with the filter showed up, a blush and a smile crept up on Jason’s face as he watched you say goodnight and blow a kiss.

As the video stopped, he stared in wonder at his phone screen.

“Wow.” He breathed. He played it a few more times and his grin grew bigger each time. After one last time he set his phone down next to him on the bed and covered his face with his hands. He groaned into his hands, but started laughing giddily.

“They called me ‘Jaybabe’! Oh my god they’re so amazing! Fuck,” he said to himself. He picked up his phone and watched the video again.

“Oh my fuck,” he cursed as he watched you say goodnight once more.

Jason was a laughing, cursing mess as he watched you repeatedly say goodnight to him. He rolled all around his bed as he tried to contain himself but he couldn’t get over three things: how cute you looked, the fact that you called him “Jaybabe” and that you repeated “I love you”.

Back in Gotham, you stared at your phone, waiting for him to say something back, but you guessed he had already gone to sleep by now so you put your phone on your nightstand and went to sleep.

Jason was still flustered and freaking out about your message and didn’t realize you were probably waiting for him to say something back.

“Shit! Shit what do I say?” He asked himself. He looked around the room, hoping he could get an idea but realized he was overthinking it.

“Alright alright, I know what I’ll say.” He said and executed his plan.

The next morning, you woke up and checked your phone and smiled when you saw the message he left you.

“I love you more, (Y/N). Have a great day tomorrow.” He winked at the end. Like you, he was also wearing a Snapchat filter, but it was a puppy one.

You immediately beamed at your phone and squealed.

“He’s just so cute!”

TAGGING:

@just-a-girl-maybe @saltyteengirl @solis200213 @ioczurma @memento-scribet @avengerdragoness @blxkestnight 

(sorry if i didn’t tag you and you wanted to be tagged! I still have yet to organize my taglist)

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader

[miraculousobsession-blog]

Ladybug finds an adorable stray cat which Chat Noir is jealous of, and Adrien just happens to find out about!

Okay sorry this took forever, I got super into it and I wanted it to be perfect. I hope you like it, enjoy! (Will post on fanfiction.net soon) I like to call this one “The CATastrophe”. hehe. 

EDIT: Included the Fanfiction.net link -  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12580618/1/A-Small-CATastrophe 

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“Awwww, whats this?”

Chat stopped walking and turned around to see Ladybug on her hands and knees on the roof, crawling around the corner.

“My lady?” He walked back over to see what all the fuss was about. He got there in time to see Ladybug sittting crisscross-applesauce on the roof with a light caramel and dark brown long-haired tabby cat in her lab. She grinned proudly as she gently scratched his ears. Chat’s jaw dropped.

“Who’s cat is that?” He asked as soon as he regained the ability to speak. That fluffy little puffball was just sitting, happily curled up in her lap, like he totally deserved to be there. Chat immediately felt jealousy swell inside him. Which was totally stupid, he told himself, its a cat, and you are THE Chat Noir, crimefighter, partner to ladybug, defender of Paris, etc, etc. Have a little perspective, Adrien, he chided himself mentally. But then he saw her give him a loving, gentle kiss on the head and he swallowed hard. God, what he wouldn’t do to be that cat just then.

“I dunno, he was just sitting up here, curled up in an empty gutter. This poor little guy doesn’t have a collar, either.” She scratched down his back, and the cat purred loudly. Chat’s ear twitched.

“Well I’m sure he’ll be fine, we should go before our transformations run out.” Chat offered a hand to help Ladybug up.

“What?? No!” She turned as if to sheild the cat from Chat’s outstetched hand. “We can’t just leave him here. He’ll be cold, and hungry.” She nuzzled her cheek against his soft fur. “Won’t you baby? Awwww, who’s a wittle bitty baby waby-” her speech quickly devolved into baby talk. She was so cute holding that fluffy cat like that. Ladybug was so confident and strong and quick-witted, he didn’t often get to see her being a gushy teenage girl. He decided this was freaking adorable, and he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“C’mon, he probably lives out here. Besides, I’m cold and hungry.”

“But he’s so sweet!” As if to accentuate her point, the cat curled his tail smugly around himself. “Im taking him home with me,” she declared, and stood up with the floof in her arms.

“No fair, you never let me come home with you,” Chat pouted, leaning his head on her shoulder. He blinked his big green eyes a few times. The tabby booped at his bangs as they fell across her shoulder. Ladybug sighed, but her lips were pulled back into a grin.

“Mon chaton, you aren’t a real cat.“ She playfully patted his head.

He gasped and threw his hand over his forehead dramatically. “My lady, you wound me deeply! How could you say such hurtful words to me, your only partner!” He cried with a grin. This time, she couldn’t help but laugh at his display.  Chat smirked. Let’s see that little puffball make her laugh like that.

“Mrowww,” the cat interrupted.

“He’s right, we should get going now. Ill see you tomorrow night, chaton.”

“Till then, my lady,” he said with a very typical dramatic Chat Noir bow, a cheesy grin, and, for added flair, backflipped off the roof.

Ladybug just smiled and shook her head as she walked off. A quiet evening on patrol usually left them with a lot more energy, but finding this adorable cat made a nice quiet night with Chat Noir even better.

Chat climbed back into his window, closed it, and detransformed. As usual, Plagg plopped himself down in the middle of his oversized bed and moaned loudly.

“I need Camembert,” he groaned, dramatically throwing a leg up. “So tired…”

“Plagg, come on, you didn’t even have to fight today.” Plagg flew himself over and perched himself on Adrien’s head.

“I thought you were gonna fight that alley cat Ladybug picked up,” Plagg laughed and rolled over onto his belly. Adrien sputtered.

“Please Plagg, that’s insane, I’m not going to fight a literal alley cat!” he swatted Plagg off, who floated away and kept bellowing for cheese until Adrien finally gave him some. That cat Ladybug picked up was just a pet, he reminded himself. He was her partner, the only one she trusted with her life, and her with his. Their bond was special. He smiled to himself as he started the shower.

Marinette carefully made her way back to her house, which is much more difficult that one expects with a cat in one arm. Luckily for her, she was able to get her window open with one arm.

“Alright kitty, here we go,” she whispered as she set him gently on the desk. The cat mrrrowed in mild protest at having been manhandled so and began to furriously lick his paws. “Tikki, spots off.” A flash of light briefly illuminated the room as she detransformed. The cat jumped a little at the light. Tikki perched herself on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Marinette, why did you bring that stray cat home?” She squeaked, eyeing the cat suspiciously.

“He seemed lonely and sad, I couldn’t just leave him all alone. Look at him, he’s so cute!” She grinned down at Tikki, who was returning her smile with a dubious glance. “Oh Tikki, I’m sorry, I suppose I should have asked you first, its just so hard to when I’m in costume, and-”

“-Oh Marinette, its okay!” Tikki zipped up to her face. “I think its sweet you want to take him in. Cats can be a very big responsibility, and you already have so much on your plate. Also,” she added, glancing at the cat again, “cats tend to think Im some kind of bird.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” Marinette reassured Tikki as she cupped her kwami in her hands. Tikki nuzzled her cheek happily.

“Now come on Marinette, its late and you have school tomorrow.” Tikki reminded her.

“Alright, let me get something for the cat to eat.” Marinette slipped her shoes off and slooowly opened her bedroom door. She had no idea how to take care of a cat, but she figured they probably liked fish. “I know we must have a can of tuna in here somewhere,” she muttered softly to herself as she riffled through the kitchen cabinets as quietly as she could muster. “….no….no….aha!” She triumphantly pulled the tuna can from the shelf. She grabbed a can opener and cut the can open.

“Psssst, kitty cat?” She crept back into her room and set the can down.

“Mrowwww!” The cat leapt enthusiastically off the desk to lap up the tuna.

“There we go” Marinette smiled, then yawned. “Alright Tikki, I’m definitely going to bed now.”

“Wait one second, Marinette!” Tikki piped up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“My alarm clock is set, my laundry is done, my homework is finished…. I don’t think so?”

“You have to give you new pet a name, silly!” She chuckled.

“Oh! Right!” She paused and sat on her bed and watched the light and dark brown fluffball purr loudly through mouthfulls of tuna. “Well he certainly likes Tuna…. is that a good name? A cat named Tuna?”

“I think its cute!”  giggled Tikki.

“Tuna the cat it is!” Marinette declared with a yawn. “Goodnight, Tikki.”

“Goodnight, Marinette.”

Adrien was tired.More tired than someone his age should be, he determined as he walked off the set of his latest photoshoot in these crazy tight jeans. Admittedly, they looked amazing on him, but beauty is pain and these jeans were proof of that. Oh well, he shrugged as he crossed the street. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. Well, on the bright side, it was only 6:30, meaning they’d finished almost a half an hour early. He had time! Time…..for what, though? Patrol with ladybug wasn’t until 9. Father wasn’t expecting him home until 7-ish. He could just walk around? Enjoy the day? Or- Suddenly his empty stomach interjected with a loud gurgle. That’s right, he had a light lunch today. He grinned. He would go visit the Marinette’s bakery. Father wouldn’t know because he’d think he was still at the shoot. He pumped a fist in the air excitedly. Carbs! Pasties! Freedom! He was so excited he jogged the whole 4 blocks.

“Ting, ting,” the door bell rang as he walked in. He loved everything about this place. The ring of the door when you walked in, the smell of pastries, and Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng were so nice every time. It was so comforting.

“Hello, Adrien,” Smiled Mrs. Dupain-Cheng warmly as she walked to the counter from the kitchen. He grinned brightly. He often felt more welcome here than in his own home.

“Hello Mrs. Dupain-Cheng,” he said, unable to keep the big grin off his face.

“You’re in a good mood today,” She noted, returning his smile and punctuating it with a small chuckle. “What can I get for you today?”

“Well, I-” He was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a loud crash from upstairs, followed by a yell.

“Mom!!” Came a desperate cry from upstairs even as Marinette climbed down the stairs cradling a squirming cat in her arms. “Mom, I think Tuna’s hungry, he keeps jumping up on my desk and biting my sl-” she froze when she saw Adrien standing in the bakery. “A-Adrien!”

“Hi, Marinette,” he said with a small wave and a smile. “You have a cat?”

“Y-Y-… cat! Yes, I, um, I found a stay cat last night, and he followed me home, and, well, I….” She trailed off nervously before clearing her throat in an effort to regain some composure. “This….this is Tuna.” She held out the fluffball of a feline to Adrien, who now wore a small red collar with a tag that read “Tuna”.

“Aww, he’s so cute, and….” He trailed off as he took the cat in his arms and Tuna batted at his bangs. This was surprisingly reminiscent of….. No, No way. That wasn’t possible…..was it??? Holy crap Adrien slow down! Just because Marinette got a cat the same time Ladybug happened to get a cat and looked exactly the same and the cat remembered him and-

Marinette was kind of confused. Adrien was staring at the cat like it contained the secrets of the universe. She peered curiously at his face. Nervousness was beginning to give way to worry. “Umm, Adrien? You don’t have to hold him if he bothers you, or you don’t like cats, or….?”

“Oh!” He snapped out of his sudden trance. “No no no I love cats, they’re like the best things ever-” He hurriedly reached out to give the cat back to Marinette. “I just remembered I’m late for….” he trailed off as Marinette reached out to accept Tuna back from him. Their hands touched and he froze and looked into Marinette’s eyes intently.

Oh God oh God oh God, Marinette prayed silently. What is he doing??? Her cheeks reddened more the longer he stared. Her heart was racing wildly. It was almost like he was looking for something???“A-Adrien?” She finally managed to squeak out.

Her mother was giving him a really strange look. Shit, he was causing some kinda scene. “Oh! Sorry, M-Marinette. I have to go, Ill be backk later,” He said to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. He bowed, yelled a hurried “thanks!” as he ran out the door and didn’t stop till he had turned the corner and was out of sight.“I worry about that boy,” Mrs. Dupain-Cheng sighed as she shook her head. “Is he okay?”

“I have no idea…..” Marinette replied, obviously concerned as well. “Ill check on him tomorrow at school.”

“Good idea,” her mom said before heading back into the bakery kitchen. One thing is for certain, she thought as she took Tuna back upstairs, tomorrow was gonna be an interesting day at school.

Adrien’s head was spinning so fast he could feel himself getting dizy. Was it even possible? It wasn’t IMpossible…..right? He believed in coincidences, but this was too much….RIGHT??? He couldn’t think straight. His feet were walking home on autopilot while he tried to digest what just happened. How could he have missed it?? They have the same hairstyle for crying out loud. And blue eyes. And…. wait, no, there’s got to be more than one person in the whole of PARIS who had dark hair in pigtails with blue eyess….RIGHT???

“AAAAGH!” he cried. This whole thing was messing with his head.

“Adrien?” Nathalie called. Oops. He had actually made it home. “Are you okay?”

“Im fine, just tired. Long day, going upstairs to do homework!” One thing is for certain, he thought as he grabbed his backpack and took it back upstairs, tomorrow was gonna be an interesting day at school.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ladybug finds a cat #CATastrophe #Im not even sorry #MiraculousObsession

[upthenorthmountain]

Between the Lines - 5

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Chapter 5 - Winchester and Salisbury

“You know you like her. What are you going to do about it?” Katja had said. And then started talking about Lindsay. Or was she just mentioning Lindsay in front of Anna to see what happened?

What was he going to do about it? He didn't know yet. Much as he got annoyed whenever his family tried to pair him off with any woman that came into his orbit, he did like Anna. He was crap at making a move, though. And they still had a couple of weeks of touring together. He wouldn’t do anything just yet.

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They contemplated the cathedral wall.

“Is it the real one?” Anna asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It looks really old, is it the real one?”

“You know King Arthur and his round table is a myth, right? A story?”

“Stories can be real.” She walked over and read the sign. “Oh, it says it's 13th century - that's still pretty old.”

“We need to get back to the bookshop.”

“I know. But I bet you didn't think you'd see King Arthur's actual Round Table today, did you?”

“It's not -” He stopped. “It's not nice to wind people up.”

Anna grinned at him. “There's a cathedral in Salisbury as well, isn't there? But maybe one is enough for a weekend.”

“Probably.”

They strolled out and down the road, back towards the shops. Kristoff’s phone rang, and he answered it. “Hi, Mum.”

“Happy birthday, love!”

“Thanks.”

Anna must have overheard, because her face was a picture of surprise. It’s your birthday? she mouthed at him, and he nodded and turned slightly away. “Yeah, we were a bit early so we went and had a walk round the cathedral - heading back now though. Two. Yeah, I don’t know - OK. Speak to you later.” He hung up.

“It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you tell me! I didn’t get you a present or a card or anything. I would have made you a cake! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

“Remind me to ring my mum back after we’re finished, will you? She thought I was on at three and I don’t really have time for a chat now.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

“Because - I didn’t want you to make a fuss.”

“But now I feel bad.”

“It’s fine. Really. I’m not bothered much about birthdays.”

Anna trudged along beside him, her expression thoughtful.

“Anna.”

“Mm?”

“Promise me you won’t do anything. I’m serious.”

“Define - do anything.”

“Don’t get me a present, or a card, or a cake.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay, fine. You’re no fun.”

“I can be fun.”

“At least let me take you somewhere nice this evening, for dinner.”

“Alright. But no telling the waiter it’s my birthday.”

“No fun at all.”

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Anna did get over-excited and tell the waiter it was Kristoff’s birthday. Fortunately, she’d not chosen a restaurant where that earnt him a song, just a sparkler in his dessert, and he could live with that. It was also walking distance from the hotel - “So you can have a drink on your birthday” - and afterwards they wandered back along the street.

“You didn’t ring your mum,” Anna said as they waited to cross the road.

“Oh, shit. No. I’m going to be in trouble.”

“Kristoff’s in trouble with his mother,” Anna sang, walking slightly too carefully as they crossed to the opposite pavement.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

“No I haven’t. I’m just a bit cheerful. Let’s not go back just yet, let’s do something.”

“What? I think everyone else in Winchester has gone to sleep.”

“Then come back to my room for a drink.”

“Water, I assume, since Travel Taverns don’t exactly have mini bars.”

“Hmm. Okay, wait here. Right here.” She left him, crossed the road, and disappeared into the Tesco Express. Five minutes later she came out with a carrier bag.

“Sorted.”

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“Come with me.” Anna opened her hotel room door and waved Kristoff inside. He perched on the dressing table stool as she swept clothes, books and various other random items off her bed and into her suitcase, then opened her Tesco bag and held up a bottle of vodka. “Ta da!”

“Straight vodka?”

“No, wait…” She put the bottle down and took out a carton of Tesco Value orange juice. “I’ve thought of everything.”

Anna went into the bathroom and came out with the two tooth-glasses, then poured a measure of vodka into one and a double measure into the other, before topping them up with the juice.

“Why do I get twice as much?”

“It’s your birthday! And you’re twice the size of me, I can’t have you drinking me under the table.” She drank half her drink straight down. “Mm. Okay. Truth or dare.”

“What?”

“Truth or dare. Go on.”

Anna sat on the edge of the bed and grinned at him.

“How old are we?” Kristoff said.

“Well if you’re scared, you can ask me first.”

“Fine. Whatever. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I don’t know. Finish your drink.”

“That’s a boring one,” she said, but she drained it and then poured herself another. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare, if you can think of anything.”

“Of course I can! OK. During your Q&A tomorrow, you have to say the word ‘reindeer’ at least once.”

“Reindeer?”

“I was trying to think of something - nordic.”

“I don’t write about reindeer.”

Anna shrugged. “That’s your dare.”

“Fine. Truth or dare.”

“Truth, since you can only think of rubbish dares.”

“I can’t promise to think of better questions.”

“Well, try.”

“Hmm.” He swigged his drink. “This is a bit strong. OK. When’s your birthday?”

“You could’ve asked me that any time. Twenty-first of June.”

“I suppose you expect a present.”

“Obviously.” She took Kristoff’s empty glass from him and refilled it. “Your turn, truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Why did you really break up with your girlfriend? Lindsay.”

“God, really?”

“Tell me. I’m nosy. I’m never going to meet her, what does it matter.”

He sighed. “Have you ever woken up next to someone and realised that they aren’t the person you fell in love with? They’ve changed, and you’ve changed, and you just don’t - fit the way you used to. Some people get together young and they grow together, we grew apart.”

“I’m sorry.”

He took a swig of his drink. “But everyone said we were such a great couple, and thought we were perfect together, that was what made it hard. You heard Katja! And I still get it from my mother. Jesus. She wouldn’t have me even if I wanted to, anyway. It was 100% mutual. The break-up.”

“I have never had a break-up like that. God, you’re such a grown-up.”

“Sorry.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Sometimes...I miss having someone, you know? I sold those TV rights a couple of weeks after we broke up and my first thought was to call her, then, oh, right, I shouldn’t. That was tough.”

Anna stared into space for a minute. “I have an idea! Instead of truth or dare, we’ll play ridiculous lie or dare. Ask me, go on.”

“Uh - ridiculous lie or dare?”

“Ridiculous lie.”

“Um. Do you have any children?”

“Yes! I have - seventeen children.”

“What’re their names?”

“Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Grub, Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, Peter - is that seventeen?”

“I have no idea. I don’t think so.”

“Robbie, Gary, Mark, Howard, Jason, Violet, Hyacinth, Rose…..maybe that’s enough. I don’t know. Ridiculous lie or dare.”

“Ridiculous lie.”

“Excellent. Great. Hmm - what’s your house like inside?”

“Very gothic. Battlements and gargoyles and big oak doors. Dungeons.”

“As I suspected. Dungeons? Like Fifty Shades of Grey?” She laughed.

“EXACTLY like Fifty Shades of Grey, in fact, they filmed some of it there.” She was still giggling so he continued, “I wanted to star in it but they wouldn’t let me, said I was too handsome.”

Anna fell on her back on the bed, still laughing. “Oh god. You see! You can be fun when you try.”

“Don’t tell anyone, for god’s sake, I’ve a reputation to maintain.”

Anna’s laughter slowly faded. She shifted and her skirt fell to one side, exposing nearly her full leg. “Ridiculous lie,” she said.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Grey. Or brown. A grey-ish brown. The colour of boredom. Ridiculous lie or dare.”

“Dare.”

She looked at him sideways. Her hair was lying in copper waves around her face, her top was half-off one shoulder. She shifted her legs again and revealed another inch of thigh. “Kiss me.”

Kristoff opened his mouth but couldn’t think what he wanted to say.

“You wouldn’t have come back to my room if you didn’t want to,” Anna continued, pushing herself up on her elbows.

She was right, that was the problem. His body didn’t feel entirely under his control as he stood and took the two steps over to the bed, as he sat next to her and leaned down until his face was just above hers. Anna slipped her hand round to the back of his neck and pulled him down to close the distance between their lips.

He kissed her. Her response was immediate, her lips moving against his, her fingers tangling in his hair, and he didn’t resist when she pulled him down with her onto the bed. It seemed fitting, or maybe just inevitable - of course this was how the evening was going to end. He kissed her, and let himself slide a hand round her waist, pulling her against him.

It wasn’t until Anna wiggled her hands round to her front and started unbuttoning his shirt that the klaxon in his head finally got his attention. He pulled his lips just far enough away from hers. “Anna. Anna, wait.”

“What?” She kept pulling at his shirt buttons.

“Anna, we’re drunk.”

“Hmm?” Half the buttons were undone now. Kristoff made a great effort and pushed himself up and away to sit on the bed next to her.

“You’re drunk,” he repeated. “We, we shouldn’t do this. I should go to my room.”

“M’not -” Anna pushed herself up on her elbows, then fell back again. “Woops,” she said vaguely. “Oh, god, you’re right. The room is going roun’ and roun’. You’re right. Fuuuuuck.” She screwed up her face.

Kristoff got to his feet. He started doing up his shirt, then decided it was too fiddly and there was no point. “G’night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmm.” She looked up at him. “Y’sure? S’already gonna be really awkward tomorrow. Might as well make it worth it.”

“Goodnight, Anna.”

“Fine. Spoilsport.”

He let himself out.

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what time do they stop driving ballasts

serving

breakfast

9 I think

are you coming down for breakfast?

they’re starting to pack up

Anna?

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“Hey.” Anna sat down at the table opposite Kristoff. It was 8:58; he’d almost given her up.

“Morning,” he said, and slid a plate and glass over to her. “They were starting to tidy up so I got you your croissant and orange juice.”

“Oh - thank you - that was thoughtful, thank you.”

She fiddled with the glass. He said “Anna -” at the same time as she said “Kris -” and they both stopped.

“No, let me,” Anna continued. “I behaved really badly last night and I want to apologise -” she held up her hand when he opened his mouth - “I got drunk and I threw myself at you and it was stupid and I am HIDEOUSLY embarrassed, oh my god, I can’t believe I did that, and I’m so sorry and I would really like it if we could forget it ever happened.”

“It’s forgotten.”

“Thank you.”

“I can’t let you take all the blame, though.”

Anna pulled a face. “Let’s just forget it and not talk about it any more. At least until my painkillers have kicked in. And I need to go back upstairs in a minute, I haven’t showered yet, or packed up or anything.”

“Sure, fine.”

She picked up her croissant and pulled it apart. “You don’t have to do the reindeer thing.”

“Pardon?”

“That is what I said, wasn’t it? You had to say reindeer in your Q&A? It’s okay, forget it.”

“Oh, yes, right. OK.” He looked at her, poking at her breakfast. “How about yours? Are you ready to drive to Salisbury and spend an hour with a group of excitable seven-year-olds?”

Anna looked at him bleakly, then put her face down on her folded arms.

#between the lines #kristanna #fanfic #fanfiction #modern au

[iwanaikotoba]

K.A.R.D. Fanfiction

Words: 5,533 Genre: Romance/Humor Pairing: J.seph/Jiwoo Rated: T-ish

“It’s like we’re a perfect match, right?” He jokingly asks. Right? ONE-SHOT [jiseph]

Note: this is just for fun, obviously. Enjoy if you can!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12517577/1/

^that’s the fanfiction link, but you can keep reading below.

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On her first day at the company, they met. She remembers walking in nervously, taking in the surroundings of her new job. Tugging on her oversized grey hoodie, she tries to hide herself from the passing crowd of beautiful people talking about various aspects of their day.

They seemed so comfortable with each other, she thinks to herself, pulling on the string of her hoodie and tightening the hood over her long, black locks.

Opening her backpack, she pulls out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. “Practice room 205…” She mutters, shrinking into her clothing and trudges down to hall to find the room. She wonders how her groupmates will be like.

Passing by a recording room, she sees a young woman and man around her age removing her headphones through the window. She sees her flip her wavy brown locks, bowing her head towards the producers. The young man, sporting a large oversized American basketball jersey and outdated spiky hair, laughs and bows along with her. Feeling for her long black hair hidden under her hoodie, she wonders if she could be as confident as them one day.

Once she reaches the room marked ‘205’, she takes a deep breath. Holding on to the door knob almost too timidly, she twists it and pushes the door open slowly.

The room was dim; she squints to find the light switch but can’t seem to find any. Peering out the door, she wonders if she should flag one of these people in the hallway.

She sees a young man sitting down in a chair across from the door. His eyes were fixated on the television that was attached to the wall on the hallway, she assumed; his black hair covered his eyes so much so that she wasn’t too sure where he was looking at. His facial structure was stern, and she gulped.

She decides against bothering the icy-like man, and shrugs. She was an hour early, anyways. She closes the door and finds the most comfortable spot on the ground, near the wall mirror. Plopping down and dropping her backpack, she closes her eyes and takes in the dim lighting. She was ready for a nap after this nerve-wracking morning.

It was relaxing. That is, until the lights turn on and the room is illuminated.

She opens one eye and sees the young man moving to sit crisscrossed next to her. He smiles, and her impression of a cold guy melts away.

“We’re matching, huh?” His notes, pointing to her outfit. She looks down and sees her grey hoodie, and looks at him sporting the same exact one.

She nods slowly, a bit nervous finally meeting a coworker of hers, and sits up a bit straighter. “Yeah…” She pulls down the hoodie to reveal her long, black hair. “I guess we are.” She tugs on her hair and gives him a small grin in return.

He bobs his head up and down in a dorky nod. “Cool, cool.” He says. He crosses his arms and looks around the room, quietly observing his surroundings even though he’s worked there for almost 5 years.

The awkward silence grew as he looks around the room for two minutes too long, and she twists on her hair, deciding on what to say to the man. “I-“ She starts, but is quickly interrupted.

“We look like a couple.” He says dully, still nodding with arms crossed. She isn’t sure if he was joking; his face remained back to his stoic self and seemingly in thought. She looks as him with questionable eyes.

Soon enough, his stoic face grows into a silly grin as he elbows her in surprise. “It’s like we’re a perfect match, huh?” He jokingly asks, and she is taken aback.

“I’m Taehyung. I’m your new groupmate, I think.”

This man is someone to get used to, she decides, but a friendly face is always welcome. She gives a small smile back.

“My name’s Jiwoo.”

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She stares at the mirror for a minute, letting her fingers run through her hair mindlessly. She blinks, and closes her eyes.

“Okay.”

She opens them again. The lighting of the vanity mirror illuminates the room quite brightly, and she stares once again, using her fingers to change the of her hair. ‘It’s no good’, she thinks, and closes her eyes once more.

Laying her head back to rest on the back of the chair, she gives a sigh. She ruffles her hands through her hair before resting them on the armrest. She hears her phone buzz, and opens one eye to grab it from the desk in front of her.

‘Why?’

The text on her phone reads. She blinks and reads it again. “Why what?” She mutters to herself as she replies to the text. She places her phone down and leans back on the chair, stretching her arms.

Her phone buzzes again. She gives a small yawn and finishes one last stretch before grabbing her phone again. She unlocks it and opens the message.

An attachment of her stretching her arms on the chair, mid-yawn.

She looks up to see a mischievous boy in all leather grinning at her. He motions with his lips to point. He points at her phone. “Read it all.” He mouths, his mouth still pouted to point.

She shows him the hand jokingly and looks back at her phone to read the message he attached to the photo.

“You look nice in any hair color, don’t worry. You’re just not used to it.” She reads quietly aloud, a bit touched. To be honest, it was her first time dyeing her hair, and she really wasn’t used to the change. She continues. “I still think we’re a perfect match.” He jokes. “Black and light, right?”

She doesn’t want to let him win by laughing at his unfunny joke, and instead raises her phone to face him. She gives him a sly look, and snaps. “You wish.” She jokes back.

She calls out to Somin, her coworker that coincidentally was the hair-flipping girl she met on her first day. “Take a look at this photo I took of Tae!”

She laughs and looks back up at Taehyung. She sticks her tongue out.

Change can be good, she decides.

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Oh, that’s right, she thinks to herself. It’s my one year anniversary here. She stares up at Matthew’s blinding smile which matched with Somin’s own twinkling beam.

She had just left her dorm room to stroll into the practice room a bit earlier than she usually does, so she could relax and stretch, and do some practice work.

“Congratulations!” They cheer loudly in the practice room, pulling out confetti poppers from behind their backs and exploding them in her face. She sputters as some of Matthew’s confetti gets stuck between her teeth.

“T-tffh,” She splutters again, pulling a strand of red and blue confetti off her lips. “Thanks guys, you didn’t have to. I really didn’t know.” She explains, moving to lean her backpack on a wall nearby. She returns to them and gives them a group hug. “I’m happy though!”

“Aww,” Matthew grins and returns her hug with a pat on the back. “We’ll make it fun today at the 205!” He jokes and steps back to give a quick dab before jumping up and down happily. “Taehyung isn’t coming today though, he said he had some things to do.”

Somin pouts. “What?” She says, slapping the larger male on the chest. He makes an ‘oof’ noise. “He’s your roommate! You should’ve told him to come at least today!”

He rubs his chest, as if to pretend that it hurt. “I told him!” He exclaims. “I told him he could do whatever tomorrow, but you know him. He insisted.”

Jiwoo shrugs. “I’m sure if Tae has to do something, it must be that important.” She says, moving her arms into stretch position. “He never misses practice.”

They all agree as they remember the time Taehyung came to practice with the stomach flu and disappeared into the restroom every five minutes, or the time his dog passed away the morning of, where he pridefully held his tears back during the practice.

After a long practice, Matthew suggests going to a nearby restaurant to treat Jiwoo to a nice dinner. Jiwoo agrees, partially because Matthew never treats, and partially because she was starving. The trio trot across the street to order some spicy rice cakes and warm fish cake soup.

“Taehyung is really missing out.” Matthew says, slurping down a bowl of the large fish cake soup they shared. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

Somin giggles. “Right?” She says. “We’ll remind him tomorrow.”

Jiwoo smiles and uses her chopsticks to grab another piece of spicy rice cake. “Thanks guys,” She says, her voice almost twinkling. “I really appreciate you guys. I don’t think I’ve ever met a great team like you all.”

They eat together past 10pm, and Matthew almost freaks out at the sight of the bill. They laugh and decide to part ways since it was so late; Somin stayed with her parents still, while BM and Taehyung shared an apartment down the street from their dorm. It was only her who remained in the company’s small dormitory area.

Jiwoo steps into the dorm’s hallways carefully, trying to avoid being seen out since it was almost midnight. She steps slowly to her room, hoping for a goodnight sleep.

She opens the door into her tiny dorm room to find a box with a note on her bedside table. It was a pretty purple box, and inside contained a mocha-flavored muffin. She pulls out the note from the envelope and reads it quietly aloud.

I waited outside your dorm forever! Also, I tried to bake you a cake but it took all day and I failed pretty badly, so I bought you a coffee muffin instead, because we’re a perfect match right? (Just kidding)

But, I don’t think there’s anything better than having you for a whole year, Jiwoo.

Except maybe having you for two or three more. And maybe you treating me to spicy rice cakes for my effort.

She smiles and takes a bite of the muffin.

“You’re alright.”

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"I'm late again!" She mutters to herself as she rushes down the more familiar hallways, taking sharps turns while narrowly avoiding crashing to the floor. She grabs ahold of her backpack's shoulder straps and grips them tightly to avoid it slipping off her thin arm as she made her final turn.

Narrowly, she misses tripping and eating the company's brightly colored yellow rugs (she still didn't understand why they chose that color). Narrowly, she doesn't miss the broad shoulders that blocked the doorway to practice studio 205. In the least graceful manner possible, the duo falls to the floor in a crumpled heap.

"Practice is cancelled this morning." He points to the sign on the door he was just reading. Slowly, he peels himself off the blonde and dusts his shoulder. He gives himself a quick shoulder roll stretch before he turns to her.

"Jiwoo-ya," He proclaims, grabbing her dainty hands and pulling her off the floor. "Sorry I squished you."

She huffs, dusting her grey hoodie and pulling off small strands of yellow rug string that stuck to her arms. "Tae, you need to have more balance." She sticks her tongue out, pulling the final string from her hoodie's collar. "I guess I'll just chill in the cafeteria ‘til our next session this afternoon." She composes herself and turns to walk in the direction of food.

"Jiwoo."

She doesn't look back; she merely waves her hand in goodbye. "Don't follow."

"Jiwoo!" He repeats, his voice louder. "Jiwoo-ya!"

She stops in her tracks, turning around with one eyebrow raised.

He grins as he meets her gaze, his eyes squinting in the happiest eye smile she's seen in a while. She sees him reach and dig through his own backpack.

Slowly, he pulls out a grey hoodie. He lifts it up to make sure she can see from the other side of the hallway (she can). He grins even more.

"We're matching again." He muses aloud, quickly jogging to where she stands. He puts on the matching grey hoodie that would've been oversized on her, and places his arms around her shoulder. He turns to face her.

"I told you, a perfect match." She meets his grinning gaze.

She rolls her eyes, but she lets him walk with her to the cafeteria. "As if. Buy me spicy rice cakes though. That’s your punishment for sitting on me."

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"Is Taehyung hiding here today?" Matthew asks almost immediately as she opens her apartment door. "I swear." He removes his shoes and trots inside the apartment, peering inside for his missing roommate.

She kneels and grabs one of Matthew's shoes. "You know, ever since me and Somin moved in down the hall from you guys, it's like you guys have been living here instead." She aims and flings the shoe towards his muscled shoulders, and even though she does not miss, it does not faze him.

She grunts, and calls for her brunette roommate. "Somin, can you get Matthew out of here?" She sees the brunette peek out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth.

Muffled, Somin squeaks. "M-Matth-w!" She tries to talk with the toothbrush in mouth as she walks over to the man and lightly kicks him in the shin. "Wre tryng tff-" She takes the toothbrush from her mouth. "We're trying to get ready to sleep early! Get out!" She whacks him lightly on the forehead. "He's not here!"

Matthew places his hands in front of him to block the tiny girl from causing any more ‘damages’ (to his pride, that is). "Okay, okay I'll leave." He steps backwards, only to bump into a figure.

"There you are!" Matthew exclaims, grabbing his roommate's shoulders squarely. "I was wondering if you went into hiding!"

Taehyung shrugs, peeling his friend's hands off him. "You told me if I didn't go, you’d change your Netflix password." He frowns. "I didn't finish the last few episodes of Friends season 10 yet. Do I look okay?"

Matthew laughs and pats him on the back in glee. "Alright good." He scans up and down. "Swag. You're alright. Maybe take off the hoodie though, your shirt underneath looks dope enough."

Before Taehyung could protest, Matthew was removing it for him. Somin returns from the bathroom and stares at the hoodie-less boy.

"You're extra handsome today." The brunette jokingly remarks, but a blush stains her cheeks unconsciously. "Taehyung's got a date?" She asks Matthew.

Blink. Jiwoo looks up from the magazine she had begun to read while waiting for Matthew to return to his apartment. She looks up at Taehyung.

He's dressed in a burgundy long sleeved shirt, and dark wash denim jeans. His hair, usually disheveled or what he called "casual clean", was neatly combed and organised.

He looks down and shrugs. "I lost a bet." He explains, pointing to Matthew. "Loser has to take this girl from one of our classes— you know Shiyeon right? — out to the movies tonight. She's been asking either one of us."

Matthew jumps up and claps. "— and thank the Lord it isn't me! I got a date with the gym tonight." He laughs. "She hot though. All good, Taehyung. Enjoy for me." He pats the man on the shoulder and walks out the door laughing.

Taehyung looks at the mirror nearby and pats his hair down. He turns to Jiwoo and gives a sheepish grin. "Jiwoo-ya, how do I look?" He asks.

Jiwoo crosses her arms and scans him up and down carefully. "Mm, not bad." She muses, walking up to him and dusting off some lint on his shoulder. "You're alright today, Tae." She looks up at him. "You could be her perfect match."

Somin shoves the dressed man outside before he could even rebut and quickly shuts the door closed, leaning on it. "These boys I swear need to stay in their rooms." She locks it and returns to the bathroom.

Jiwoo laughs along with Somin. For some reason though, she feels a bit weird.

Her early night ends up long and sleepless, and she decides to finish the tenth season of Friends without waiting for Taehyung. She feels a bit better.

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"To two years!" Four shots of soju were raised into the air. "And five more years to go… on contract at least!" Everyone laughs as they swiftly take another shot after BM's little victory speech.

The four sit in the corner of a quaint yet chic bar nearby their company. "It's been a wild ride." Jiwoo muses, refilling the glasses of soju. "I'm glad it was with all of you though." She laughs, and passes the glasses to each of the other members.

Matthew nods. “Lots of tears and failures, but hey, we got somewhere.” He takes a sip of his beer.

"I'm getting a bit tipsy though." Somin comments, plopping down and leaning back on the large red sofa. Jiwoo laughs; Somin had always been the lightest drinker. "I'll pass on the next one. I’ve had like, four."

Taehyung laughs and gives a shoulder roll. He claps his hands together before moving to take her shot of soju. "I'll take it for you." He turns to Matthew, with his own shot in hand, and swiftly gulps down the clear liquid. He then turns towards the blonde.

"Jiwoo-ya, your turn." He lifts up his own glass of soju and lifts it towards her. "Let's take it together?"

She laughs, and quietly lifts her shot to take with him. She gulps it down effortlessly, and relaxes on the couch across Somin.

The club is dimly lit, hues of red and blue and purple flashing along with the bass-heavy house music that filled the air.

"The soju ain't working no more." Matthew comments moments later, motioning for the bartender. "We got bottle service for this special day. I’m getting ya’ll some whiskey." He mouths to the bartender for a bottle, and the group is soon rewarded with a shiny glass bottle tucked nicely within a bucket of ice.

Few shots of whiskey later, the group sits together on the couches. Taehyung sits next to Somin, while Jiwoo and Matthew sit adjacently.

"Hey Jiwoo," Somin cuts the silence that was building after the last round of shots. Her voice is slightly slurred, and although she is sitting, she leans on Taehyung for balance. "Are things going good with that one guy?"

Jiwoo almost drops the glass of cape cod she just ordered and was stirring. "W-" She stammers. "What?"

Somin laughs, slapping Taehyung on his chest while trying to balance her tiny head on his shoulder. "You know— that one guy you went to the movies with last week!" She points out.

Matthew turns to Jiwoo. "And you didn't tell us?" He exclaims, pretending to be hurt, before gulping down the rest of his beer. "I thought we were fam, fam!"

Jiwoo places her drink down and wipes her mouth with a napkin carefully. "Somin," She whispers loudly, trying to speak over the loud music, "I told you not to tell anyone!"

To be honest, she watched it with one of her classmates because she had no one else to watch it with. Somin and BM had ended up watching it while she had her solo practice, and Taehyung had watched it with that girl Shiyeon.

Somin giggles. "I didn't expect that-- Jiwoo neeeever takes anyone to our place besides you guys!" She leans in closer to Taehyung. "He even took you to the expensive Chinese place!"

Jiwoo hisses, embarrassed that it was Somin who was telling everyone and not her. "We split it halfway!" She exclaims.

Matthew gives a nod of approval. "I think anyone— anyone! Jiwoo brings home is someone we automatically approve." He pours four shots of whiskey. "One shot to celebrate!"

Jiwoo stammers. "Wha- I- Guys." She sighs as the shots were passed around. "Okay, let's just take a shot." She agrees in resignation.

Before Somin could grab her shot, Taehyung grabs hers and swiftly gulps it down. "You're too drunk already, Sominnie." He explains, grabbing his own shot for himself. He lifts it, and calls for a cheer.

"To Jiwoo's perfect match."

By the end of the night, five more rounds were taken. Taehyung had taken all Somin's shots for her.

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"Okay."

Matthew huffs and takes a long, deep breath.

"Okay, game plan."

The four members stand in front of their apartment building, as Matthew struggles to press the combination to open the front door of the lobby, while balancing Somin who is cradled in his hands fast asleep.

"Fuck— it's already 3am." He mutters, and motions to Jiwoo, who sits on the curb nearby watching a drunk Taehyung who is laying down flat on the concrete. "Jiwoo. Jiwoo. Type in your code."

She nods, standing up and almost tripping on her own heels, then almost tripping on Taehyung in the process. "Crap." She almost crawls to the entrance where Matthew stands. "Uhh…" She lifts the cover open and types in her code. The error buzz resonates. The intoxication fogged her memory of her password.

"Fuck!" Matthew exclaims. "We're gonna sleep out here!" He cradles Somin in his lap as he sits on the grass near the entrance door. "We- We were so close." He drunkenly sobs. "It's— it's so cold."

"Stop over-exaggerating." Jiwoo hisses, attempting her code once again. The error buzz sounds again, and soon she almost decides to over-exaggerate too.

Before she could even try to, she feels a weight lean in from behind her. The warm breath and the heavy smell of alcohol resonates from Taehyung as he leans on her and wraps one of his arms around her waist. "Jiwoo-ya, I'll do it." His chin leans on her shoulder, and his voice echoes in her ear loudly.

The other arm lifts towards the entrance passcode lock. He presses a few buttons, and soon enough, a bell dings, and the door is opened.

Taehyung's legs give up on him, and he falls to the floor again drunk.

Matthew jumps up in joy, almost waking the passed out Somin. "Alright!" He exclaims, turning to Jiwoo and holding the front door open. "Game plan back on. Jiwoo, help Taehyung walk to our apartment, and I'll carry Somin to yours." He stumbles a bit backwards, but regains composure to readjust the sleeping Somin in his arms.

She agrees with a small nod, peeling the fallen Taehyung from the concrete and hoisting an arm over her shoulder for balance. "Alright Tae, let's go."

She trudges down the hall, and watches Matthew quickly disappear up the stairs. She wishes she was as buff as him sometimes.

She also wishes they had chosen an apartment where the elevator was more reliable. Since their elevator was under maintenance this week, she realizes that she had to bring him up the stairs to reach their second floor apartments.

"Tae," She starts, readjusting his arm around her shoulder. "Tae, you got this?" He mumbles something that she can't understand, but he nods and they essentially crawl up the stairs together.

Once they reach his apartment, Jiwoo quickly types in his code (she can't forget his birthday anymore) and the two stumbles into the apartment. She closes the door, and they dive into pitch-black darkness. She kicks off her heels.

"Jiwoo." Taehyung mutters out. "Jiwoo-ya, I can't see."

She shakes her head at his voice. "I can't either." She feels the walls for the light switch to no avail. "I can't find your damn light switch though." The two boys were minimal spenders on furniture and refused to add any lamps or night lights in the living room besides their one light bulb to bring their utility bill any higher.

She sits down next to where Taehyung was sitting and reaches to grab her purse, but empty-handedly realizes she left it hanging on Somin. "Crap, I don't have my phone."

"I have mine." She hears Taehyung's voice. "It's in my pocket." Before she could respond to him, he grabs her hand and slowly motions toward his front pocket. He helps her hand slip inside and grab the cellphone that was inside.

For some reason, she feels her heart beating louder and faster. She removes her hand from his pocket slowly and turns on the phone, the lock screen providing some dim lighting for the two sitting on the living room floor.

"One percent," She breathes, the light revealing Taehyung to be extremely close to her. "Almost dead. I can't bring up the brightness anymore." She doesn't know why she had to reveal the obvious.

The dim light showed Taehyung nodding slowly, pointing to the door to the left. "My door’s over there." With his free hand, he runs his hand through his hair. He slowly stands and grabs Jiwoo's hand again to help her up, almost stumbling back himself.

Their hands were still intertwined as the cellphone dimly lit the way to his room. He opens it, and the two walk inside.

"I'll find my charger." He says, using his phone to light up the pathway, and she follows suit, shutting the door quietly.

However, his phone dies, leaving them once again in darkness in the middle of his bedroom.

"I-" Jiwoo knows Taehyung is there because of the warmth of his hand. "Should I turn on the light?" She suggests, moving to where the door (and his light switch) was.

She's stopped by his hand, who tugs her closer. His free arm wraps around her waist slowly, and his head cradles into her neck. She feels his warm breath on her neck, and she lets his now-useless cellphone fall to the floor.

"Why'd you go on a date with him?" His voice is deep, and echoed in her ear. She takes a deep breath.

She doesn't move, nor does she answer his question. "Why did you go on a date with her?" She asks in return.

He doesn't answer either. "Do you know why it didn't work out?" He asks her. She shakes her head slowly, her hand unconsciously running up his back and slowly grasping his wide shoulders.

"During the movie," He breathes, his voice raspy and thick with the scent of alcohol. "She asked if she could use my grey hoodie." In the pitch black darkness, she feels him pull his head back. He cups her face softly, and he feels her heart beating even quicker.

"And?" She asks quietly.

The room is pitch black, but she feels his gaze piercing through hers. His presence moves even closer towards her, and she grips the back of his t-shirt harder.

His breathing was slow and steady as he spoke.

"I told her only my perfect match could."

It was then that he leans in to kiss her, and she lets him.

Their lips were still connected in a series of kisses, ranging from short to deep, as he moves to remove his t-shirt. Her hands move quicker to help him, and soon his shirt found itself on the floor with hers.

He runs his hands through her hair and kisses her deeply once more. She tries not to make much noise but fails in stopping a gasp from leaving her lips. She returns the kiss with as much intensity, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly as they blindly find his bed.

The alcohol, however, catches up to the two of them.

They end up falling asleep.

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Jiwoo yawns, a dull ache resonating over her whole body. She grabs her blankets and pulls them over her whole body. Her attempts were blocked by two arms that pulled her closer in, trapping her in a pleasant embrace. She sighs, as this was probably just as comfortable as the blanket (or better), and goes back to sleep facing the opposite way.

She looks at the clock that was placed on the top of the wall, and it reads 6am. Still good.

It was then that she blinks; she remembers that she doesn’t have a clock.

“Crap.”

Another voice could be heard from behind her. “Oh shit.” He speaks quietly, his hands slowly removing himself from around her. “J… Jiwoo?”

They quickly scramble up to find their shirts that lay crumpled on the floor. She grabs her first and puts it on as swiftly as possible, finding his after and tossing it to him.

They rush out his bedroom door and out to the hallway to find BM sleeping in front of the girls’ apartment, with the tiny Somin cradled on his lap. They both let out a sigh in relief, as no explaining would have to be done later, and Taehyung quietly picks up the brunette girl and helps Jiwoo bring her into the apartment. They rest the tiny girl on the couch, unaware of the happenings the previous night.

They return outside to pick up the knocked-out BM, and heave him along into his apartment.

After everything was said and done, they decide to keep that night to themselves.

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The afternoon comes along, and after a few hours’ nap, Jiwoo walks with Somin to practice. Mostly, she just wanted to make sure she could walk straight. She walks into the building nervously, taking in the surroundings of the sunny afternoon. Tugging on her oversized grey hoodie, she tries to hide herself from the passing crowd of people, hoping not to run into a certain someone, at least not just yet.

She pulls on the string of her hoodie and tightens the hood over her medium-length blonde locks.

Opening her backpack, she pulls out her phone and her earphones, placing them on. “Why does room 205 have to be the last room in the hall!” She comments to Somin who is chugging down a large bottle of water to get rid of the previous night’s hangover. She wonders how the other two were, if they were already there.

Passing by the recording room, she removes the earphone from her ear for politeness and waves at her mentor from beyond the window. She gives a grin as he waves back. She plugs her earphones back in back in, grabbing the petite hungover brunette by the arms as they head to room.

Once they reach the room marked ‘205’, she takes a deep breath. Holding on to the door knob almost too timidly, she twists it and pushes the door open slowly.

She sees Matthew laying down on a yoga mat that was haphazardly strewn in the middle of the floor, his forearms covering his eyes. Somin trots towards him and stretches out right next to him with a mild sigh. “Never again!” She hears them exclaim.

She turns her gaze towards the black-haired man she hadn’t seen in about four and a half hours. He sits cross-leggedly and casually, his eyes fixated on his phone’s tiny screen. He leans his head on the large mirror that covered the walls.

Her heart skips a small beat as she wonders if she should go up to him as usual, or if she was even able to act normal.

But before she could even decide, he pauses his screen and places his phone down. He moves his head towards her, and looks at her up and down. She freezes, and her heart is nervously beating faster for some odd reason.

“Jiwoo-ya,” He notes quietly, standing up to walk towards her. “We’re matching again.” She slowly pulls the earphones from her ear, looking down to see her grey hoodie, and looking at him sporting the same exact one.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” She responds. She removes the hoodie that was covering her hair and walks toward him as well.

She’s met with his stoic gaze, but immediately and unconsciously she looks down at her shoes to avoid it. There was a small pause before he finally decides to speak.

“It’s like we’re a perfect match, huh?” He asks.

She looks up to see his self-controlled stare growing into a mischievous smile.

She grins.

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Author's Final Note: This is a result of me not wanting to study for my certified fraud examiner examination.

#kard #k.a.r.d #jiwoo #j.seph #jiseph #j.woo #fanfiction

[canaryatlaw]

alright I should actually get to writing this and not just waste time on my computer. of course I just realized I didn’t take my meds and they have not been kicking in over the last hour which means it’ll take longer for me to fall asleep so that’s fun. but yeah, today was pretty good? Last night before I fell asleep I remembered today was small group sign ups and small group sign ups are basically a free for all whoever signs up for the group they want first gets in, and they fill up very fast and there are waiting lists, it’s this whole big thing, so when this occurred to me last night I changed my alarm title from “church” to “SMALL GROUP SIGNUPS NOW” so I would remember it in the morning, and I did, so upon waking up I spent like five minutes sitting on my bed before I did anything else and signed up for small group. I’m always looking at their “young adult” groups because sometimes they have like a singles group but nothing there looked promising so I just went with the international group I’ve been with for a while (despite not actually being international, but they like me so it’s okay) because they’re my friends and we go out and get food every other week which is always fun. but yeah, I had woken up to my alarm at 8 and gotten ready for church. Made it on an 8:41 bus, which put me on a pretty good schedule time wise, I thought I might be early but it was also like really fucking cold out (like 10 degrees) which probably made things more difficult so I ended up getting there just on time. Service was good, it always is, we had one of the church leader ladies speaking who is always really good of course and this past summer I found out she was one of the first accusers in the sexual abuse scandal that recently pretty much obliterated the pastoral staff of a nearby mega-church (and I mean like, really fucking huge) which is information I pretty much just stumbled across on the internet and I know she mostly wants to be past that so I just file it away as mental information for now. I managed to duck out right as the service ended and before everyone started leaving to get to the kids volunteer lounge where we had our little sending off powwow before the last service. We weren’t expecting all that many in the last service so I wasn’t very concerned, and things went pretty smoothly really. I was with another girl who was around my age-ish maybe a little younger and one of my mom-friends (her little girl used to be in the babies room but I think she’s like 3 now) who ended up going over to preschool because they needed more help and we were very much under control lol. We had one girl that wouldn’t stop crying but we ended up texting her mom fairly early on (wasn’t my decision, but it was probably time) so then we didn’t have to worry about her. I had one little girl who’s been in there a few times that the other girl couldn't get to stop crying so she handed her over to me (we do that, sometimes a different person just does the trick) and I got her to stop crying fairly quickly, and then I thought she was going to cling to me the whole time but I was actually able to put her down and she crawled around and pulled herself up on absolutely everything (she was like 9 months, so right at that stage where they’re so close to being able to stand and they have to do it constantly) and we threw balls from the ball pit around the room, it was very fun, there was another kid or two that were just generally around and behaving well, the son of the kid’s ministry leaders was in there but he’s always well-behaved. So once service ended I started journeying home, I ended up with about a 15 minute wait on the next bus after getting off the train and it was the first time this year that it was definitely too cold to just tough it out and sit on the bench, so I went inside the coffee/donut shop right there and got myself a hot chocolate that was actually very fucking good, and the bus showed up around when it was supposed to so that was good. I had some rice from last night and started watching last night’s SNL episode on hulu because I wanted to see Rachel Brosnahan hosting, like halfway through Jess showed up because the date she went on with a BOY from “rich people tinder” (aka the dating app I got her to sign up for because I got perks if I got someone to sign up) was over and she didn’t want to have to walk home and then walk back to my place for Supergirl at 7 when she was already very close by, so she just came over and after SNL finished we watched some Sabrina because we didn’t really want to have to pay attention to anything too much (we were debating between that and Runaways but Runaways definitely required more of a commitment and we wanted to be more distracted) and watched that for a bit until it was Supergirl time, and we ordered some ramen (from like the fancy ramen place) for dinner because I’ve low key been craving it for a few days now. Supergirl episode was a nice change in pace from most of the other ones this season since we didn’t have to deal with any human terrorists (just alien assassins) but of course the actual events of the episode don’t really matter it’s just what gets us to the point at the end of the episode where (spoilers, obviously) Alex has J’onn wipe her memory so she can’t remember Kara is Supergirl when her crazy boss lady tries to forcefully extract the information from her mind (okay like, pretty much all the stuff she was talking about to “control” Supergirl was high key illegal and not at all something the government should be able to do to a private citizen (which Kara is at this point) and they frankly have no business snooping on what her secret identity is but when has that ever stopped a fictional government?? never, of course. So obviously that was a tearjerker but I mean we all know this is temporary, she’s gonna get the memories back sooner or later, and from the looks of the preview for next episode probably sooner. So I wasn’t too terribly upset by all of this (and I mean, I’m not really all that invested in Supergirl at this point, but Kara/Alex is one of the dynamics I do still enjoy because I’m a sucker for a good sister relationship because I love my sister so damn much). Jess went home afterwards because she has to go sleep so I started watching season 2 of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel which has been very amusing so far, her parents in Paris have been very funny so I can’t wait to see where they go with that. Eventually I stopped watching that and started getting ready for bed, then wasted a bunch of time and was not letting my meds kick in because my genius ass forgot to take them, and now I’m here. They have at least kicked in a bit since it’s taken me a while to write this, and it’s past midnight now so that’s probably a good thing. Not that I have anywhere to be tomorrow, or anything I really need to get done (I’m gonna try to do the dishes and I need to do laundry at some point this week but I’m gonna need quarters first and I’m gonna wait till I have so other reason to go outside to get them because like I said, it’s gonna be real fucking cold this week), but you know, structure and all that. So I guess this is a good place to stop as I’m basically just babbling on about nothing of real importance now. Goodnight my dears. Enjoy your week.

#daily journal #January 2019 #Jess tag #Rachel watches Supergirl

[obviouslyzain-blog]

Night #379 & #380

Yesterday, is didn't do a post because I didn't do anything much all day. I went out with my uncle in the morning but after that, nothing. I spoke to Emily though. Turns out Friday was just a bad day. Everything is good now. I've sorted myself out too which she's hopefully happy about. However she's also making more conversation rather than me having to try and provoke it all the time, hence the constant questions. But then it soon turned into a bad habit and then she got annoyed. Today has been chilled. I woke up late and was out of the house within 30minutes of being awake. It was a quick outings with my Auntie and Uncle. We went to watch the carnival. I came home for a bit, ate, then went out to meet Joe. We chilled for a bit then I came home. I've done little all night but it's fine, it's just chilled out. I've been talking to Em a lot too, she's chilling. Having an early-ish night tonight because I'm out all day tomorrow on my final school trip. Goodnight. Again, I hope this post has been alright. They don’t all have to be massive. And hopefully no one that I know will see this. Thanks for reading. If you have any questions, feel free to message me and ask or if you just want to chat, my dm’s are open. I can also answer personal questions if you need someone. I’m no trained professional but I’ve seen a lot and love helping people. Yeah, I copy and paste that everyday; doesn't make it any less true.

#night379 #night380 #thoughts #life #diary #feelings #emotions