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newtkive · 3 months

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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ksyongi · 2 years

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oh god ... for the life of me i cannot get cheol in that tiktok with the 95 liners and hoshi out of my head. he looks so much like a senior frat boy from your college with that fit too, oh he can knock me out anytime. so i'm here to request a short fic abt that hehe any genre would do but can it have like a mutual pinning kinda vibe 😳? thanks love your works! - 🍜

loving ur brain rn 🍜 anon, i mean,, they all looked super sexy in that tiktok so i get where you are coming from eheh <33

sealed with a kiss

pairing: frat boy!scoups x g!n reader

genre: romance, friends to lovers

warnings: fluff, suggestive, kissing, post is in full lowercase, mentions of other members, mutual pining

word count: 1.8k

an:some points are gonna be really dramatic,, the story is really fast paced since it was supposed to be a short fic,, and its lowkey crappy so might redo it D:

note: do not copy my works!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!

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tags: @dinosbestie @odetoyeonjun

when attending college, you were not the teachers pet, nor the slacker. your goal was just to have fun in school with a small group of friends. however, having mingyu as your neighbour and best friend, you would obviously get noticed and popular since he's one of the hot guys in your college. not to mention his group of friends, led by seungcheol and all of them had their flaws. he hung out with all of them at his house and you would join often, since you liked and enjoyed their company. however, seungcheol always stood out to you, having amazing visuals, leadership skills and humor. sometimes catching yourself blushing or starting at him and snapping yourself out of it, blaming it on his likeable personality and that there was no way you would like him...

you kept staring, and eventually mingyu found out about this,, you were currently at your house, sitting in a chair facing the ceiling and mingyu was laying on his bed "yeah yeah, keep thinking that its just that" he rolls his eyes and blows his hair out of his view. "you do not understand kim mingyu, i'm acting like this because of his personality, his friendliness, oh my god he's so buff too and that smile..." "don't you hear yourself right now? you are so lovestruck." he states as he gave you a deadpanned look. you turn and face him and say "anyways if i even do, he doesn't even like me back i bet, he's up there and i'm down here" you use your hands gesturing. "whatever y/n, you better get the balls to do it sooner or later if not i'll do it myself." mingyu says and walks off. you sit there shaking your head at the possibility that he would do such a thing

however, when mingyu was going back to his house, he received a text saying "yo can i come over" from seungcheol. mingyu quickly replied and agreed and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking next door. 5 minutes later, a knock was heard and mingyu opened it and seungcheol barged into his home. "bro nothing is fucking working, yesterday when i was at wonwoo's house, we were playing some beer pong and i couldn't stop thinking about y/n, even in school dude, like she can't get off my mind and its so fucking hard to have fun when she's on there 24/7." mingyu rolled his eyes once again and it took him everything to not tell seungcheol about your outgoing feelings to him. "you know, suddenly she just started being on my mind during lunch that day, its like so weird... maybe its the way she looks at me?" mingyu acts interested and asks "choi seungcheol, do you like y/n?" "no i don't, no wait.. ugh fine fuck yes i do but we aren't that close so the possibility of us being together is 0, anyways i'm too busy, you and the boys are enough already" mingyu sighs and said "then maybe get closer to her? she's already at like every frat party we have?? don't make excuses now." seungcheol shook his head and said "fine i will, but that does not mean that we are dating since i think my personality is not her type you know? dude i'm quite boring, i take care of 12 of you guys already and i also have to have time to drink and get drunk sometimes too, kim mingyu you get my logic?"

the next day in school you were sitting in the cafeteria waiting for the rest to come and join you for lunch. you heard the doors swinging open and the cafeteria went silent as the boys walked in. fangirls took pictures and tried to give gifts, and the other boys were plain jealous. nobody usually approaches you since they are scared of the boys but this one boy approached you, giving you a rose and saying "y/n noona, i really like you, do you want to go out sometime?" you smiled at him and nodded and wanted to take the rose, but as you reached out to get the rose, seungcheol pushed in between you two saying "i suggest you fuck off before it gets dirty". seungcheol says as he stares him down. the poor boy got scared by the stares from the members especially wonwoo and minghao.mingyu pulls you away from the boy. "you know i am going to date at one point right guys" you said sitting down after the boy scurried off. seokmin said "yes but he has to get through us first" holding a grin as his usual self. the others nodded as you got through lunch as usual. seungcheol would usually sit next to jeonghan or joshua but he sat next to you instead. you were surprised but didn't question it.

mingyu approached you after school saying "do you wanna hang out at your place or something?" you nodded and walked with him saying your goodbyes to the others. about an hour after, your doorbell rang, you opened the door and saw seungcheol standing there. your eyes widened and mouthed "give me a moment" you quickly closed the door, and whisper-screamed "WHY IS HE HERE, MY OUTFIT IS NOT NICE TOO" which you were referring to your really short shorts and a big hoodie over. "i invited him, since he was bored" mingyu casuallysaid. you wanted to kill him. "KIM MINGYU HOW DARE YOU" still whisper-screaming. "uhh you gonna leave me out here?" you head seungcheol say. you quickly open the door and panic-smiled as he walked in and plopped his bag on the floor. mingyu was clearly setting you two up and you did not like it one single bit. you awkwardly sat next to mingyu, having him on your right and seungcheol on your right. after a while, you got comfortable again as you were focused on the show, mini conversations were made in between. therefore, you went back to cuddling mingyu on the couch as a usual thing. seungcheol saw and a pit of jealousy formed trying to hint to mingyu. mingyu finally got the hint and said "yo guys, i gotta go somewhere, i'll be back in an hour." he detached himself from you and left. you took your phone right away and texted him, giving him 'death threats'. you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch and seungcheol at the other. "you know you can be comfortable around me too right y/n" seungcheol comments. "yesyes i know don't worry" you reply. seungcheol opens his arms signaling to cuddle with him as your cheeks burned and you hesitantly went. you instantly melted into his touch, still blushing from the close proximity.

it continued for a few months, both of your crushes on each other are still strong as ever. one day, when he came over and you were relaxing as usual, you quickly went to your room to grab something. when coming down the stairs, you tripped and seungcheol happened to be right infront of you. you ended up falling onto him, and mingyu happened to walk out of the kitchen at the same time, seeing you two in that suggestive situation. you quickly stood up, shaking your head at the teases and tried to explain yourself. the blush that was burning on your face did not help at all as well.

after that day, you tried avoiding seungcheol because of how embarrassing it was. "but you have to talk to him at some point," mingyu replied. "my crush on him would just stop after a while gyu, it's okay" he sighed at your refusals. there were instances where he would try to approach you but you would quickly walk away. the other guys kept asking you the reason why you suddenly stopped talking to seungcheol or even why you move away when he sits next to you. you would just simply avoid the topic and change the subject.

mingyu was over at your house due to him begging asking for help on the mathematics work. it was going all fine till mingyu brought in the topic of seungcheol. "oh my god can you not talk about him for a single day?" he kept shooting questions at you till you shooed him out of your house. a minute after he was chased out, you heard a knock on your door you sigh as you shut your eyes opening your door saying "i swear to god mingyu stop talking about seungcheol, i told you my crush for him would be gone-" you open your eyes and jump backwards as you see seungcheol standing at your door. you frantically say "forget what i said, i was just rambling rubbish," he walks into your house, closing the door on the way in and drops his bag on the way. you walk backwards as he continues following you till your back hits the wall, "can you finish that sentence for me?" he asks. you shake your head and refuse, avoiding the intense gaze from him. "well then, i guess you don't like me~ because if you said you did, i would have told you the same~" he says as he walks backwards slowly.

your eyes widen as you quickly walk towards him, grabbing his arm and asking "choi seungcheol, are you saying you like me?" he smirks as he replies "yes, isn't it obvious? i guess we both are too oblivious," he says before placing his arms around your waist. "kiss me already you idiot" you say before he closes the distance between the two of you. you instantly kissed him back, the feeling of his lips were definitely addictive in fact, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing one of your hands to play with his hair. you knew that your legs would give out on you, so you thought you were going to fall but a firm grip on your waist would not let you do so. the kiss ended up with his forehead to yours and him whispering "god i wanted to do that for the longest time," you were about to go back into the kiss before you were interrupted by the sound of your door opening and mingyu coming in and saying "yo where is my charger? i might have left- WELL ITS ABOUT TIME??" he says as he sees you and seungcheol in such a position and how his hair is in such a mess.

you quickly detangle yourself from him before scolding mingyu for ruining the moment. you were about to chase him to his house before you felt arms around not allowing you to do so. "give him a break, he had to keep your secret so give the guy a breather," you roll your eyes before you face him, wondering how so much happened in the past 10 minutes. before going back into the moment, relishing it to the fullest.

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nnight-dances · 2 years

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BIG WORDS

pairings: huening kai x gn!reader

mentions of: txt's yeonjun, txt's beomgyu, nct's haechan, nct's mark, (g)-idle's yuqi

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive at the end, humor if i may say so myself

trope: best friends to lovers! how cool and original ha!

what to expect: he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

author's note: reader is pansexual :) :) i gave up on doing an elaborate pride-themed series because i don't trust myself but i will try to release something for each member. and if you have any requests, do feel free to leave them!!

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you wake up to your phone blowing up beside you. the buzzing of your phone startle you and you roll over to the side, picking up your phone with a groan, peeking at your phone through squinted eyes.

you sigh with recognition when your phone lights up with 10 unread messages from hyuka

hyuka: yo

hyuka: dude

hyuka: y/n…

hyuka: hulloooooooo

hyuka: y/n the loml my bestie my dear friendo

hyuka: wake up how much do u even sleep brooooo

hyuka: broski it’s important

hyuka: wow i cannot believe youuu……. stoppp ignoring meee

you groan again, cursing him in your head as you swipe your phone open.

hyuka: aha!! ur online

y/n: no shit bitch you spammed me like you were on fire or some shit

hyuka: i could’ve been on fire and u would sleep through it

y/n: happily

y/n: what the fuck do u want this early

hyuka: early?? it’s 12 pm but ok

hyuka: ok but but but i have a idea

y/n: an*

y/n: and stop having ideas

hyuka: ur gonna regret saying that

hyuka: bc i was gonna ask u to come shopping

hyuka: but ig not since u want me to stop having ideas

y/n: ….. you little shit

y/n: come pick me up in 30

hyuka: and why would i do that

y/n: because you love me <3 and you support me <3

hyuka: first i’m hearing of it 🤔

y/n: alright bye im going back to sleep if that’s what u want

hyuka: fINE BE READY BY 1!!!!!!

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“i thought i told you i’d be here by one?” the feigned disbelief rings in hueningkai’s voice as he steps into your bedroom to find you crouched in front of your measly but functional dressing table.

“you said to be ready by one,” you mumble through gritted teeth as you focus on getting the stroke of your eyeliner right, “and that doesn’t mean you’d be here by then, so i took some more time.”

“ah, sorry, i forget how stupid you are sometimes,” hueningkai comments as he flips down on your bed. you sigh, finally satisfied with the winged eyeliner you’d been perfecting for the past five minutes.

“and i forget how shameless you are sometimes,” you retort, standing up with a huff, “barging into my house without even knocking? you’re worse than any toxic parent i’ve met.”

hueningkai greets with a sarcastically bright smile, sitting up and watching you as you put on your crocs with a pout. he laughs and you glare at him.

“’s funny how you put all that effort into your outfit only to top it off with your ugly crocs.”

you throw a handful of the tissues you used to clean up your failed eyeliner attempts at his face, “i’m going shopping without you, asshole. maybe i’ll get yeonjun, at least he understands fashion.”

“hmm, i’m gonna tell beomgyu-hyung you chose yeonjun-hyung as the fashion expert, and then we’ll talk.”

you flip hueningkai off, shoving him through the hallway of your living room, with shooing sounds. as you grab your car keys and exit the house, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the only full-length mirror at your place. a white loose-fitted shirt slightly tucked into the front of your denim shorts pair smoothly with your black crocs — you have no idea what hueningkai’s going on about, you think as you follow him with a smirk.

—

“ohhhh, how is this one?”

you stop in your tracks with a glower on your face, wondering why hueningkai is pointing the ugliest shade of green in your face.

“what?” he squeaks when he spots the look on your face, “i thought you liked green! i can’t keep up with you!”

you shake your head, “i love green, hyuka, but that—” you point a hesitatn finger at the not-green jumper in his hand, “that’s fucking devil vomit. i’m not wearing that even if you paid me real money to.”

“what if i treated you to frozen yogurt after this?”

you wordlessly snatch the atrocious piece of clothing from him, “i’m never going to buy it though so don’t even think about it.”

“don’t be so sure of yourself, y/n,” hueningkai grins at the sight of his chosen piece lying in your shopping bag and you sigh internally at how adorable it is of him to be so excited over having bribed you into simply trying on the jumper. the vision of his sheer happiness remains ingrained in your mind later, when you do put the thing on, and much to your surprise, you’re not knelt on the floor puking your insides out.

“how is this?” you deadpan with a dead look on your face as you open the door to find him already jumping up and down like an excited child at the sight of cotton candy. if only the jumper you’re wearing was the color of cotton candy, you’d consider justifying hueningkai’s taste in clothes.

“wow! wait, you actually look cute in this!”

“so you did think it was an ugly sweater?” you hit hueningkai’s arm and he bites his lip at having been caught. “fuck you. just for this, i get to choose what flavor of frozen yogurt you’re getting.” you turn around only to be spun back around.

hueningkai’s flushed face greets you and he looks down at the floor, “i’m- i’m serious! you look cu- this looks cute! seriously! i’m not pranking you right now?”

you choke over a laugh at his flustered state, both confused and half-flustered yourself. you would always have so many questions about this boy. but for now you settle your insides with a loving head-pat to hueningkai’s brown hair, “i believe you for some reason. i’m going to try the other stuff on.”

as you close the door behind you, hueningkai sighs into his hands, unable to understand what he was doing. he’s ready to melt into a nondescript muddle of emotions outside your trial room to recover but your voice calls out to him sooner than he expects.

“hey, hyuka?” his heart skips a beat at the hesitance in your tone, “um, fucking hell, i need some help here.”

hueningkai chokes over his words, “h-help? you- what, you can’t even wear clothes without my help now?” he laughs at his own unwise joke, ignoring the eye-roll of the hormonal pre-teen kid next to him.

“can you actually shut the fuck up for once and like, help me before i suffocate to death?”

hueningkai coughs, feeling his ears burn. he slightly opens the door to your trial room. “i can come in?” he mutters, heart in his throat. “yes! do you need me to write it on a fucking paper or something? come inside!!”

the boy beside him chuckles, and hueningkai glares at him, cursing him for still not having had hit puberty.

either way, he shimmies into the room, and the first thing he thinks when he looks at you is: god, he hates stupid clothes that get stuck around people’s limbs.

second, he thinks: fuck, you’re standing half-naked in front of him.

you look at him through the mirror in front of you, “hello? i’m literally being hung to death by a piece of clothing and you’re busy gaping at me? do i need to start crying before you—”

“alright, alright, i’m helping so please stop screaming at me,” he fumbles with the hem of the sweater, trying to figure out the ends of the tag that was obstructing the cloth. as hueningkai struggles with the intricacies of threads, you struggle with the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, every other second.

“are you done yet?” your comment is meant to be frustrating but the way you say is saturated with nerves, your voice half-breaking halfway.

hueningkai chuckles, sending a flush of air against your back, making you shiver. “i’m trying!” he says, eliciting another less intense shiver from you.

“oh, wait, i get it now.. i think.”

it is now, after having sacrificed at least a majority of his working brain cells, that hueningkai notices that the sweater is a lovely shade of lavender and it fits you snugly, sitting cozily against your hip.

“oh, wow,” you voice his thoughts when you look at the mirror, “this sweater is fucking god-send.”

“i can’t believe you actually look nice right now,” hueningkai mutters. you roll your eyes at his classic back-handed compliment and turn around as he continues, “you know what is a god-send? me. your bestest friend who spent an hour trying to untangle this impossible thing.”

“so i take it you’re saying i should buy this, then?” you inquire, leaning on one leg, hands on your hips. hueningkai looks away, afraid to look at you for too long and shrugs, “i mean, it’s more decent than the rest of your closet so—”

“get out of here, hyuka.”

you sigh in relief when he leaves you alone, and feel a dull twinge at his lack of enthusiasm toward your outfit. it’s stupid, you know, to base how you feel about yourself on the basis of what someone else says but the most valid explanation you can give to that is hueningkai qualifies as something other than someone else.

put in his own words, he’s your ‘bestest’ friend. in your own words? he’s… annoying.

and just because he’s annoying and you can’t get it out of your head how annoying he is, you interrupt a perfectly peaceful, albeit far from civil, frozen yogurt debate to ask him a stupid question.

“who do you find attractive?”

hueningkai blanks out for a whole minute, comprehending that you, y/n, are asking him this, a question about who he’s attracted to. you try to hide your embarrassment by stirring around your yogurt, looking through the window.

“what? i’m curious because i’ve literally never heard you talk about being into someone.”

he shrugs as nonchalantly he can, “because i’m not into someone.”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” you nudge him again, “like, a stranger, you know? just a surface-level attraction is what i’m talking about?”

“are you seriously asking me what my type is right now?” hueningkai narrows his eyes, “what is this? a scheme to set me up with a friend of yours?”

your heart aches, wondering how much easier life would be if your ulterior motive was the simple, that easily revealed. “no! i’m just asking you! it’s not that deep, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

you go back to eating your respective yogurts in silence after that and you’re one minute away from banging your head against the wooden table in front of you.

“it really depends. i can’t explain it that well honestly,” he says suddenly. you look up, brows raised. “it’s hard to find someone who has all the things.. you know?”

“and the same features look so different on everyone?” he points at you, “like you have short hair, right?” you’re glitching the minute he brings you up but you nod affirmatively because of course, you’re aware that you have short hair.

“but even yuqi has short hair but she looks completely different to you,” you already don’t like where he’s going with this, but you know you’re gonna sit through the suffering anyway, “she’s very loud and like, out there? yours is much more subtle.”

what does that even mean?

“ha,” you jump up in realization that you’ve said this out loud and hueningkai fumbles, “i have no idea either, it’s just… there isn’t a blueprint. you know like both yeonjun-hyung and beomgyu-hyung have had mullets but gyu-hyung looked more androgynous and ethereal.”

“what i’m hearing right now is that you have a hair fetish?”

“i hate it when i’m being vulnerable with you and you make me a pervert, y/n.”

you chuckle, stuffing another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“what about you?” hueningkai asks, almost accusingly, “what’s attractive to you?”

“i hate it when people ask me my own questions, so fuck you,” you flip him off, “also, i’m attracted to people’s personality more.”

“yes, yes, i’m aware. you told me you need to get to know people properly before you can be into them?” you nod, “so then, what quality makes you be into someone?”

you sigh, “come on, this isn’t a fair question! personality isn’t like appearance! i can’t just say that my type is beomgyu in a mullet and get away with it like you!”

“hey, i never said that my type was— that’s! that’s besides the point! i’m, for example, i like funny in a person-”

“you mean a sense of humor?”

hueningkai glowers at you, “just give me something here, y/n, you’ve made me spill my beans, now you tell me at least one thing.”

“fine! god, let me think,” you mumble. a few minutes later, you shrug, “i guess.. affectionate people are.. i have a soft spot for them?”

“that’s a bad answer, who isn’t affectionate in this era? what are we all, a bunch of tsunderes?”

“i’m leaving before you give me any more trauma, hyuka.”

—

at this point, it is clear to everyone and their mother that you have a joking as a coping mechanism problem which makes the fact that you joke around hueningkai natural. of course, there comes a time in your life where you find yourself alone in your bed, unable to asleep and unable to stop yourself from doing the one thing you’ve managed to avoid pretty well: thinking.

thinking leads to thinking about hyuka which leads to thinking about your conversation with him and how yuqi is loud and out there while you’re designated a lonesome word like subtle. it doesn’t help to know that yuqi gets along so well with hyuka, despite having met him fairly recently. and you see no reason for them to not be so close, honestly. both of them are crazy, to say the least. loud, hilarious, easy-going. they could spend hours cracking jokes and laughing at them. you could sit in the same room as them and go completed unnoticed.

you sit up with a groan. you hate being like this, you do. so bitter towards people just because you’re stupidly into hyuka. god, you groan again, in realization of the fact that you’re stuck in a cliche: helplessly in a one-sided love with your best friend. you didn’t just have the second-lead syndrome, you are the second lead. you’d just watch from beside hyuka as he falls in love with someone like yuqi, words Loud! and Out There! embellished around her head.

and you’re right about the fact that you’re inside of a cliche. you’re wrong about which cliche it is.

because around the same time as you, hueningkai is whining into beomgyu’s arm about how much he hates himself for saying what he’s said to you.

“they hate me for sure! they think i have fucking hair fetish!”

“you know, huening, if you’re actually secretly in love with me instead of y/n, you could just tell me.”

beomgyu’s grin doesn’t shrink even at the sight of yeonjun’s disgusted grimace as he pulls hueningkai off him and pats his back.

“kai, calm down, my man. they said they like affectionate people, right? that’s basically you!”

hueningkai shakes his head, “no, y/n’s definition of affectionate is very different. you won’t get it. i probably qualify as clingy.”

beomgyu shakes his head behind hueningkai, “you sound insane right now, i’m sorry. i can’t take it, i’m just going to text them—”

“NO! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”

—

the next time hueningkai sees you, you have red hair.

at first, he doesn’t even realize it’s you. he’s too busy looking around the room for you that when beomgyu screams, “y/n, you’re fucking crazy!!!!!” he squeals in surprise. when he turns to look at you, he expects you to just be drunk or in the middle of a wrestling match with yuqi but no.

“y-you have red hair?” he stumbles his step at the sight because he’s the one going crazy right now. what does one do when their crush dyes their hair out of the blue? or should he say, out of the red? (sorry not sorry for the bad joke. he’s down bad for you.)

his comment is drowned out by the choruses of wowing and screams around him as yeonjun and beomgyu jump around you excitedly, playing with the freshly red strands of your hair. most of the conversation is unintelligible as is to be expected but a part of it stands out.

“oh my god, why suddenly?”

you shrug, “i was just bored with my hair. it was too… subtle.”

you know what you’re doing, being overtly obvious about your motives but thanks to everyone’s enthusiastic reactions (and hueningkai’s unenthusiastic reaction), it is easy to disappear from his sights after that comment.

the rest of haechan’s game night is spent with a bunch of people rushing at you all at once, marveling at the change and catching up with you, the latter thanks to your absence at last month’s game night.

“i really missed you last month, you know!” mark jokes, poking your shoulder, “there’s nobody else who gets the hype of connect four like you!”

you laugh, “i apologize for abandoning you, my dude. i was burnt out after finals week so i just slept that whole weekend away.”

“ah, understandable. you’re forgiven in that case,” he mumbles, patting your head, and hueningkai suddenly appears at your side. though his signature goofy grin is plastered to his face, he seems stiff. you notice it right away and dread fills you, and then guilt. you’ve been ignoring him the entire night and he’s run out of patience. god, you hate life.

“you know what, we should play now!” mark exclaims, catching a glimpse of the uncharacteristic tension between the two of you. “all three of us, connect four. what say you?”

you freeze, and look around the room for an excuse. “um, actually, i was just going to go find the bathroom. you two should carry on.” mark stares at you warily before cracking a tight smile, “sure, y/n, you go do your business. we’ll be here.” he waves at you, watching you leave.

“or, i guess i’ll be here, all alone,” he corrects when hueningkai takes off right after you.

“wait, y/n.”

you would rather not. you keep speed-walking toward the bathroom, hating every step of the way.

“what-?” hueningkai takes hold of your shoulders, fixing you in place as he blocks your way to the bathroom. “hyuka, i’m literally about to pee my pants right now. so please unhand me now.”

he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

“avoid you?” your voice breaks because your body is never on your side, “what? i try listen to my liver's needs and suddenly i’m avoiding you-”

“i heard what you said, you know. about your hair.”

“my hair?” you mumble, and though you know what he’s referring to, you ask him, “do you like it?”

hueningkai feels the weight of the question uneasily, as if you’re not the y/n he’s known for more than just the length of his entire life, but rather as if this is a y/n he’s just met at a stranger’s party.

“i’m- i, yes, it’s nice. it looks natural. like you were born with red hair.”

the amused look on your face falls at his comment and you truly want to strangle hueningkai in that moment. you don’t.

instead, you shrug his hands off of you and rush into the bathroom, nails pressed up painfully against the skin of your palm.

“hey, y/n! what- i’m not done- hey, what’s wrong?”

hueningkai has followed you into the bathroom where it’s so much more silent and you want to go back outside. another one of those moments where your thoughts hit you hard. hard enough for you to say them out loud.

“of all the things you could say, hyuka! of all the things you could’ve said about me and my stupid fucking hair! first, it’s subtle. and now it’s, what? natural? honestly, just-” you stop when you realize you’re tearing up, “just, can you go right now? i’ll talk to you later.”

“what do you mean? i’m- did i say something wrong? i- i don’t get it.” hueningkai is truly stumped at your outburst. all along he’d been worrying about if he was being too obvious about his feelings about you. now he fears he’s not been obvious enough. (no shit, sherlock.)

you’re silent and fuming. breathing. “i don’t understand, is this about the other day? i didn’t mean anything bad-”

“but that’s just it, hyuka,” you’re not mad now. just heartbroken. “look, i didn’t think i was this far gone but i guess i am. and you’re still so fucking dense, dude. i’m in love with you but i can’t tell you that without crying like this because i’m your stupid best friend and- and just, ugh, just leave me alone right now and i’ll apologize later. please.”

hueningkai’s breath hitches, mind in chaos as he processes your words. it’s only when your hands push him toward the door of the bathroom that he springs into action.

“y/n! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

the words come out without the context of the 19 years’ worth of love he’s harbored for you so now you’re just crying harder.

“wait, no! no! i mean, i’m in love with you. i love you more than you could imagine, you literal dumbass. and you’re dense for not getting anything right. subtle? natural? have you ever heard me using big words like that for anyone else? i love you, y/n, because you’re you and that’s that. fuck you for not interpreting my words correctly.”

“what?” you choke out, wiping your tears, “you’re- but? wait, but?”

hueningkai pulls you into a hug and now it’s just adrenaline speaking for him, “i’m in love with you, y/n. in. love. with. you. with you! in love! i love you! love, not platonically, but romantically! as in i’m into you. more than friends. more than best friends and definitely, more than bestest friends—”

“okay, okay!” you shout hoarsely, pulling him closer, “i think i get it now.”

he pulls away, “you think you get it? i’m in love with—”

“i get it! you love me!” with that, you’re pressing closer to him, lips touching his cheek. “i love you.”

“can you do that again? i don’t think i get it, honestly.”

you roll your eyes but he leans in closer, lips a breath away from yours. his ears are red now and he’s back to being shy. you chuckle, your hands taking his face in them delicately and you kiss him fully on the lips.

“thank god that finally happened,” a voice from outside speaks up. you jump up and hueningkai throws the door open.

“what the fuck, beomgyu? get out of here!!”

—

“you know,” you whisper into the skin of hueningkai’s neck later that night, “you have used bigger words.”

honestly speaking it takes hueningkai a minute to recover from your incessant kissing to understand what you’re saying. “what?”

“you literally called beomgyu ethereal! that’s a really big word, even for me!”

hueningkai pulls you back into him, lips finding yours, “i’m sorry but i’m always going to love beomgyu-hyung more than you, babe.”

you shiver at how low his voice his gotten, and kiss him back, “mhm, the feeling’s mutual then.”

it’s only when the two of you are panting after nearly an hour in the darkness that your words come back to him. he pulls at your arm, “hey, what do you mean, the feeling’s mutual?!”

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vacantgodling · 8 months

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some random shit about nad cuz i’m thinking about those losers

nyseah takes a low dosage of e so she looks more like a masculine woman and this is on purpose.

she does like feeling pretty every now and again but she’s a tshirt and sweatpants kind of gyal

she voice trained solely just to be able to do a customer service voice that she uses with patients but on her own she rarely uses it because she likes her voice—she just knows what people expect of her

she’s been out for like 10 years

she stops smoking bc it’s bad around the kids (leila, luna, axel & trinity) and makes don stop smoking bc it makes her want some LMAO

“stop testing my fucking resolve macbride” “…. yes’m”

don and leonine are uncles but in extremely different ways (mid life crisis drinks too much uncle with a pessimistic worldview vs rich flamboyant uncle who buys y’all a house in the country i’m not joking)

leonine wears a locket after roxanne’s death with her picture in it

nyseah cries when axel calls her mom for the first time (basically she was expecting it from the other 3 but she didn’t think axel would ever see her like that and it made her emo). he then started crying because he felt like he could finally be a kid. it’s sweet :)

alona is more like an older sister to the kids than anything. but she also views nyseah like an older sister and looks up to her a lot

don is also alona’s older brother. he doesn’t know how this occurred but he’s begrudgingly endeared

my favorite thing about this found family they all made is the fact that don was so ready to be a brooding “i work alone” type but alona was all 🥺 and nyseah was more 😒 and so he ended up getting dragged into love. sorry bruv this isn’t ur usual noir! ya got dragged into the family!! there’s no escape!!!

tbh i’m still trying to figure out what i want to happen with 12 cuz idk if he makes it safely into the found family 🤔🥲 same thing with the other experiments that didn’t get out.

i ALSO don’t know if i want to have nyseah ever MEET 17 again after what he did to her or if it just happened and what started as her chasing him down for fucking her over becomes her just finding her family and leaving the fucked city and her closure is having people to care about vs like *actual* catharsis from beating his ass

i definitely think they’re blowing up the company building

maybe 12 can sacrifice himself to save them all lmao. mayhaps. i’m still thinking of yknow. the actual plot pff

i also think nyssie is stuck with her powers forever so she just only has use of the one eye

maybe i’ll do more thoughts later

#s: nad #spoilers ig

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hopelessromanticstrawberry · 9 months

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obscure memories

when we watched scarface together, u me and ur friend, it was like a cocaine game. every time this or that snort a line. then it became a competition bc coke was ur drug of choice, and i wasn’t even paying attention just lost in the sauce bc we had so much blow it didn’t matter. then my palms started sweating like crazy, i was shaking, i felt my breathing switch to manual and my heart palpitated so loudly it echoed against my skull. i tapped out first and sat trying to focus on the movie while quietly wondering if i was about to overdose, id just gone line after line after line without stopping to let it hit. it was terrifying and exhilarating. I thought after about people who get addicted to the feeling of almost dying.

triple pressed 6mg xanax. your roommate gave it to me as a way of asking if it was cool to take u to the casino 2 hours away. I was supposed to be sober-ish, xans weren’t really allowed atm bc I had almost OD’d at a party and took like 8 when no one was watching me. I got so excited, tried to play it cool, but he knew I was feening. You looked pissed off but tucked me in and put on Blue Planet as I started to get high. Drifting off was so peaceful and blissful. I woke up hours later when you got home, I was still high and when you crawled into bed it was so warm and felt so safe. I smiled like an idiot and passed out again.

The first time I tried cocaine I was 19. The plug came over, it was super lowkey and felt like I was intruding but he was really gentle spirited despite how scary he looked. You let me snort coke right from the brick, it was to date the purest blow I’ve ever had and nothing will ever compare to it. I was instantly euphoric and horny to the point I could’ve had a girls gone wild moment I didn’t even care. You had a rule to not fuck on drugs so we didn’t but I wanted to so badly I could barely act normal, it was almost embarrassing. I was numb for hours, tingly and happy… like a straight shot of serotonin right to the brain. Funny how in less than a month we were doing blow again to go grocery shopping

The first time I smoked weed I was between 2 of my guy friends smoking me up for the first time, ironically both of them were trying to court me. I was supposed to go to the other guys house but something came up and I was bitching about wanting to smoke to the other one, he says fuck it come over right now and we can smoke. I remember hitting the bowl and it was instantly like the rising feeling of being at the top of a roller coaster. I was immediately giggling about everything. We sorta hangout and I can’t stand to look at him because he’s honestly scaring me while I’m high, but everything else is amazing. He had these bricks at the front door and I dumped out a cup of water on it “as a joke”, honestly he got pissed and it was really confusing for me when I was stoned. I went home with bloodshot eyes late late at night, avoided my parents and went upstairs put my headphones on went to sleep. It was a school night but I didn’t come home till late most nights anyways. We started smoking every day after school and I’d smoke with my neighbor otw to school. Another friend brought edibles in and shared them with the lunch table. It was unfortunate because if I hadn’t gone and smoked at that guys house I wouldn’t have been r*ped by him later on, I wouldn’t have been his girlfriend. I made the wrong choice smoking with him so often and letting him learn how to manipulate me. The second I gave in I lost all my power. Could have avoided so much mental illness if I’d never moved in with him.

Painkillers… so weirdly the first times I got high on pain pills I was only 12 or 13, I was still at the age where I played sims on the family computer for hours… I was on my period and it was so severe (and they are so severe) my dad gave me Tramadol, im allergic to all nsaids except Tylenol so he really did me a solid there. I didn’t really react in any type of weird way but zoned into the games happy and chillin, my period cramps came back 35 minutes later but I was still a little litty. I ended up taking a nap on the guest bed with my cat. Later I’d do them a few more times but as an adult, my dad was addicted so it was a mental block where I was actually nervous to take them as an adult. I remember taking Vicodin and Percocet in the summer at your friends house, I always wanted to get more after and you always told me no. I don’t have strong recollections of what happened when I was high maybe I nodded, but I liked the euphoria I felt so at ease and like I understood the world. I felt childlike wonder again. We watched all 3 Austin Powers movies smoking blunts to the face high as fuck, I was so giggly and happy and felt so good. I literally at one point thought “ I get it dad this shits awesome “ I looked at u guys and loved u guys, felt like u were the best friends I’d ever have in that moment. Everything was fuzzy and bright, colors were so vivid, I felt fuzzy n warm inside … I loved it sm

#diary

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Alpha Beta Charlie- A Frankie Morales Story

Summary: Frankie is a lonely man with a big heart. His life changes when a new girl comes into his life.

W/C: 4.1k

Warnings: This one is a little heavy. Lots of language, talk of poor mental health (Frankie has depression and anxiety), Frankie’s recovering from a coke addiction, alcohol is prevalent here, harm to animals, lots of talk of blood and injuries.

A/N: This story is different than I normally write. There’s no reader in the story, this is just a story about Frankie Morales and a moment in his life. Please note that this is darker as it centers around an injured animal. Be warned of that. P.S. some of my friends might see ur names in here :) thank u to all of my friends who helped me pick Charlie’s name, and to @ilikechocolatemilkh who helped me create this whole story!

Frankie Morales is a kindhearted man. Anyone who meets him knows it instantly. He’s got a wonderful laugh that’s warm and inviting, and it’s often on display to anyone who chats with him for more than a few seconds. He’s caring, it’s clear, with big brown eyes that radiate compassion.

His friends would describe him more as an idiot. Frankie, who they call Catfish from their days in the military, insists that they’re the idiots. He’s the voice of reason in their group, making the rational decisions and de-escalating fights within their group.

That’s not to say Frankie is entirely sunshine and rainbows. He’s now several months sober from a long and grueling addiction to cocaine. It ruined him: it took away his pilot’s license, his everything in life. Flying helicopters was Frankie’s passion, but he’s recovering. He’s on the right track.

He had a girlfriend, who became his fiancée, and left him not long after he returned home from a dangerous mission in South America. It didn’t matter anyway; her child, who Frankie had dedicated all of his heart to before the birth, was revealed to be another man’s. As much as she resented him for taking the mission, he resented her for cheating and lying and holding the information back.

So now Frankie lives on his own. He resides out in a more rural town, not far from where Benny has his weekly fights and Will (also known as Ironhead) works with young military recruits. It’s been a couple of months, and it’s hard to be alone. Santiago pops into town once or twice a month, and it’s always the highlight of Frankie’s very being. His best friend brings light and laughter into his life. When he leaves again, Frankie’s small home feels massive and quiet.

He plays lots of CDs. He has bluetooth speakers all around the home and blasts his favorite songs. He’s learned how to cook and clean and has even learned how to bake a decent, basic version of a nice loaf of bread. He works as a mechanic at a shop in his small town’s center, working the odd hours that no one else wants, the hours where others want to be home with their families.

He’d considered different options to make the house more home-like, more welcoming. He tried his hand at gardening, only to find that he had the opposite of a green thumb. He painted the walls a warmer color, then painted them again. He was currently considering changing the colors for the third time. He’d burn candles that he thought smelled nice. He’d hung up a few photos of him and his friends, or his family. Nothing really worked.

A typical night for Frankie held one of two patterns:

-Night A: Frankie gets home from the shop at about 7:30, hands covered in grease and smelling of burnt motor oil. He gets in the shower and cleans up, then either ends up at Benny’s arena to cheer him on, or at the bar with both Miller brothers.

-Night B: Frankie gets home at the same time. He showers to clean himself, simply because he hates leaving smudges over his home. He cooks a nice dinner or orders takeout. He eats it on the couch and watches a new Netflix series. He gets sad and feels alone and drinks a beer, then a few more, to drown the sensation. He goes to bed early and calls into the shop to see if any of the morning shift workers want to go home early, because he can come in an hour or two before his shift. He claims it’s for the overtime pay. It’s really to avoid the loneliness.

Frankie likes patterns. He likes routine. It’s soothing. Maybe it’s a remnant of his military days, where not a second would pass without having a title affixed to the very second he was living in. Predictability made the hurt easier.

Tonight was an A Night. Frankie and the Miller brothers sat at the bar of McCreary’s and talked about everything and nothing at once. Will talked about the new girl he was seeing. Benny made lewd comments. Frankie smacked his arm and ordered another round for the other two, then nursed one beer for the entire night.

Winters were the worst for Catfish. He lived in the South, where snow was uncommon, but the dreary February weather stole whatever energy he could muster up and sent it up to join the gray masses that hung in the sky, yet never shed their raindrops. It gets dark early, another thing Frankie hates. It reminds him of the look on Tom’s face when he died. Of the way his bachelor home never made sounds unless he created them. Of the way the craving for one more hit of that devious white powder felt, the way it scrambled his brain until he thought it was the only thing that could take it away.

This A Night, which also happened to be an especially chilly Tuesday, Frankie drove home from the bar at 12:21. The backroads that lead from the suburbs out to the rolling hills are dark, with a rare streetlight or two illuminating a fork in the road that led to a house. The radio droned on, some old Waylon Jennings song that was threatening to send Frankie into a fit of rage and smash a fist into his dashboard. He turned off the radio instead.

Another car drove the opposite way, far in the distance. He could see the lights approaching, then dim slightly. Frankie turned off his brights, instead allowing the road to be illuminated just by his front headlights. He turns up the heat in his truck as a shiver runs down his spine.

Something is running across the road. Frankie can see it now. It’s far from him, but visible in the other car’s light. He slams on his brakes, his body jerking forward.

The other car doesn’t slow.

He slams his horn several times, for whatever is in the road and the other driver.

The thing doesn’t move.

The car doesn’t slow.

The car and the creature- oh fuck, it’s an animal- collide.

Everything that happens next is too quick. The car stops for a moment. Frankie whips the truck into park and turns on his hazards.

The other car stops for a moment. Frankie can just make out a silhouette inside. He gets out of his truck, eyes wide and frantic. He runs to the animal’s side.

The car drives off.

Dust swirls across the road as the car’s tail lights fade into the distance. Leaving just Frankie and his truck and the mangled mess of fur and blood.

“Fucker!” Frankie screams after the car. “You fuckin’ bastard! You didn’t even check, you motherfucker!”

He gets closer and realizes it’s a dog. Its fur is white and brown and so painstakingly red with its own blood, and it whimpers and cries and Frankie realizes the poor fucking thing is still alive. Whether it’s his caretaking or his military instincts that kick in, Frankie isn’t sure, but before he knows it he’s ripping off his jacket and picking up the poor poor baby, oh you little angel, he coos to it, wrapping it in the denim and setting it in his passenger seat.

It’s still whimpering and crying, and Frankie gets in the driver’s seat and grabs his phone. “Nearest 24-hour pet hospital,” he shouts into it, hands shaking. He doesn’t realize either reaction is happening. It gets the words wrong. “No, fuck,” he groans, shifting the truck into drive and whipping a U-turn. He types in the words as he starts to speed back in the direction of the town. He knows he shouldn’t text and drive and normally he doesn’t, but he’s a fucking former military helicopter pilot, he rationalizes with himself, he can handle this. He finds the directions and types them in and tears start dripping from his eyes.

“Hang in there, buddy, hey,” he says and rubs the poor dog’s big ears as they drive. “It’s gonna be 30 minutes. Think you can hang on for me?” he asks it, not expecting a response. He wants to check the dog’s sex but now is certainly not the time, not while he’s doing 85 in a 60 zone and the dog’s blood is seeping into his denim jacket and his passenger seat.

The tears are flowing freely from his eyes now, his heart breaking. He can feel the animal’s shallow breaths as he drives, and he sobs to himself. “Hang on, buddy. It’s gonna be okay, I gotcha. I’m Frankie,” he introduces himself to the dog, “and I’m gonna take real good care of you. You’re gonna be alright and we’re gonna get you fixed up and back to your owners.”

The drive takes 24 minutes when Frankie is flying down the backroads. Fuck if a cop sees him. Fuck blowing a tire. That can be cared for later, when there’s not a dying creature next to him. A steady murmur of ‘it’s okay’ spills from Frankie’s lips. He’s not sure if he’s saying it to the dog or himself. One hand firmly grips the steering wheel and the other never leaves the animal’s body. He comforts the poor creature, murmuring more reassurances the closer they get.

“Please hang in there for me, cariño,” Frankie whimpers, chewing his bleeding lip. “I gotcha. It’s all gonna be alright, bud.”

When he sees the hospital, he drives a little faster. He pulls into the emergency room area and parks in front of the door, turning on his hazards and running inside. There are a few veterinary nurses inside and they greet him, but their looks turn to fear when they see the denim-wrapped animal. “Please, please, Idon’tknowthisisn’tmydogitwasahitandrunandIpickeditup-”

“It’s alright, sir, come with us. Please breathe and tell us again,” a kind woman tells him with a hand on his arm, rushing him and the dog back. Frankie calms down after a moment and explains what happened. “It’s not my dog, I don’t know whose dog this is, you gotta check it for a chip-” he rambles.

“It’s alright, sir,” the nurse tells him kindly and takes the dog from his arms. Frankie clutches after it and a new woman pushes his arms down. “We’re going to take it back and operate on it. Would you please wait here for us? We’ll come give you updates as we get them,” she tells him, gesturing to the waiting room. He nods. “And is this your dog’s first time here?” She asks.

The tears come back, choking his throat as water falls steadily from his eyes. “It’s not even my fuckin’ dog, man,” he whimpers, worrying his lip between his teeth again.

The woman is still kind. “I see. Please, sit, Mr….”

“Morales,” he manages out.

She nods. “Mr. Morales. I understand you’re worried. Please just wait in here for us and we’ll bring you information when we have it.” He nods softly, grabbing a tissue from the front desk. He wipes his eyes and nose. “My truck is parked right outside, it’s in the way, I’ll go park it somewhere else,” he tells her.

“That’s perfectly fine, sir. You can even leave and come back if you’d like.” He shakes his head. “I’ll be right back,” he tells her and walk-jogs outside, getting in his car and bringing it around to park.

Frankie enters the emergency room again and sits in a chair. He worries and worries for hours, texting his group chat with the Millers and Santiago. He gives them a play-by-play, but only Santiago responds. He sits awake for another hour, nervously wringing his ball cap.

The dog must be alive, or at least be able to save, he rationalizes with himself. After a while, the worry fades and he falls asleep. Two hours later, no other patients around to disrupt him, he’s woken by the nurse who took the dog back. “Mr. Morales?” She calls out gently.

He jumps awake. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me.” He sits up from his slumped state, readjusting the cap from where it had been resting over his eyes.

The nurse smiles softly at him and sits in a chair across the waiting room from him. “The dog is safe now. We had to amputate her front left leg, and she had a lot of stitches, but she’s stable and looks like she’ll do well.” He lets out a sigh and her smile becomes more genuine. “You told us she isn’t yours?”

She. The dog is a girl. Of course she is, Frankie smiles a little. The smile falls as he remembers the fact again. “No, no. It was a hit and run. I saw it happen, the other guy took off, it wasn’t me who hit her, I’m-”

“Mr. Morales.”

“Right. No, she’s not mine.”

The nurse nods and writes that down. “Well, we scanned her several times. She has no chip, no identifiers at all. Our options now are to send her to some rescue or kennel of some sort, or you can take her home with you.”

His heart breaks at the image of the sweet dog in the front seat of his car going somewhere without daily love and affection. “She’ll come with me,” he answers before he can rationally think about it.

“Wonderful,” she nods, marking that down as well. “She’s looped up now on some drugs. We’ll let her sleep them off for a bit and then she’s all yours. We do have some procedures we’ll need you to follow, for caring for the wound and such. But after that, it should be all good. You’re free to head out now. We can call you when she wakes up.”

Frankie nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.” He looks down at his watch and notices how early in the morning it is. “Thanks,” he tells her with a genuine smile, taking off his cap and running his hands through his hair before replacing it.

- From that moment on, Frankie was enamored with the dog. He called in from work when the shop opened bright and early at 6:00 A.M.

“Hey Carol. It’s Morales.”

“You can stop asking if you can come in early, Frank. Just do it,” the woman chuckles on the other line. A loud slurp is audible- it’s the coffee she’s always drinking, the dark sludgy shit that she brews in the break room that Frankie can’t stand but she absolutely adores.

“No, uh. Actually, I was calling in to see if someone else could cover for me today.” He explains the whole story to her, wringing his cap between his hands. “So. I was kind of hoping I could take the day to look for the dog’s owners and care for her.”

There’s a beat of silence over the phone. “Of course, Frankie,” the older woman says kindly. “You got a real big heart, kid. Real big. That’s awful kind.”

He smiles a little. “Just doing what I can. Thanks, Carol.”

“Keep me posted, Catfish.” The woman hangs up.

Frankie’s in more comfortable clothes now. He didn’t sleep at all once he got home, waiting for the hospital’s call. He distracts himself, cooking a breakfast he only picks at, watching his new series halfheartedly on the couch.

The animal hospital calls him again at 7:30. He gets off the couch immediately and into the truck. There’s a bit of blood on the passenger seat, from where the dog wasn’t immediately covered by his jacket. It’s not a worry, though, he thinks to himself. He’ll get some stain remover and maybe a new and nicer jacket.

When he arrives, they usher him back to a check-up room. The dog is lying down but she wags her tail at Frankie, looking up at him with big brown eyes that could rival his own. “Hey, sweet thing,” he calls softly, and the dog stands and walks over to him. It’s pained, that much is clear, but she’s already adjusting to walking with one less limb. She rests her head on Frankie’s lap and he scratches her ears gently.

Some paperwork is filled out and Frankie leads the dog out to his truck with the leash and collar the hospital provided. He lifts her into the passenger seat and she snuggles in. The scent is familiar to her.

Frankie drives her to a pet store nearby, smiling over at her. She looks at ease with him, relaxed and trusting. Of course she is. This is the man who saved her.

He helps her down once they arrive and leads her inside. Her walking is pained, he can tell. “Aw, honey,” he frowns. There are carts right inside; Frankie sees the immediate solution. He scoops her up and sets her in a cart. Her tongue hangs out happily as they go through the store. “We’re gonna get you all kinds of fun stuff, huh?” He asks, scratching her head.

Frankie spares no expense for the dog. As they cross through the store, the cart fills: bags of food and treats, a new leash, and a pink collar decorated with donuts “because you’re such a sweetie, right cutie?”, doggie bags, and food and water dishes. Finally they reach the toy aisle. “Do you wanna pick your own toy?”

He picks her up and sets her down on the ground, unclipping her leash to allow her to explore the toy aisle. She meanders, sniffing toys here and there, even considering one big bone. A few moments later, she comes tottering back to the cart with a toy in her mouth. It’s a big plush hedgehog. Frankie grins. “Aw, that’s a good one! Good choice, cutie.” He kisses her head as he puts her back in the cart.

They check out and drive home, and Frankie allows her to wander inside. “Welcome home. At least for now. I suppose I should put an ad out for you online.”

The dog doesn’t respond, just wanders around the house, sniffing the furniture warily and looking back at Frankie. Asking if he’s coming. He smiles and leads her to the couch, sitting down on it. “I know they say you shouldn’t let dogs on the furniture, but I think you and I can share.” She jumps up and Frankie praises her, giving her a smooch and earning a big lick in return. “Oh, pretty girl, I think you’ll like it here,” he coos to her. She snuggles into his side with a sigh and Frankie sighs too.

Over the next few days, he posts ads for her, but no one responds. He reaches out to people from the area he was driving in, but no one responds. After Day 4 of searching, there’s no response and he allows himself to sigh in relief. “You’re mine now, baby girl,” he coos to the dog, who’s happily panting and grinning.

During the first week, Frankie tries out different names for her. None of them seem to stick. He wonders if she ever even had a name before. Ada, Lucille, Thea, Sunny, Miki, Zulu, Fox, Pancake. None of them work right for her personality.

It’s not until late one night when Frankie’s coke cravings decide upon a name for her.

It’s 2:24 in the morning and Frankie is quaking like a leaf. The dog is cuddled up into his side on the bed. Wherever he goes around the house, she follows. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s drawing blood. Normally when he’s this anxious, when he yearns to call his dealer, he rides it out by balling his fists so tight his knuckles turn white. But his dog seems to notice.

She rests her chin on his hip, wagging her tail against the mattress with a steady thump. She whines quietly. She knows.

Frankie’s at least momentarily distracted. “Hey, beautiful, what’s wrong?” He asks her, scratching his head and rolling over to pet her. He’s still desperate but the focus shifts from the sensation of one last hit to the feeling of her soft fur beneath his fingers. She sighs happily and snuggles into Frankie’s side, and he starts to cry.

No one has ever needed him. Not his plants: they’re succulents. He deals with them once every other week. Not his former fiancée. She didn’t need him, just liked him for his money and his dick late at night. Not his friends. They had other friends to go to. No, this dog needs him, and it makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst.

Sitting up, Frankie turns on the television. He hits a random button to choose a channel, and Princess and the Frog comes on. He chuckles a little. “How about Tiana?” He asks his dog and scratches her ears. She doesn’t react.

It’s near the beginning of the movie. The relaxing music soothes him as the movie starts. The dog lies with her head on his thigh, happily receiving scratchies from her new father. Her head perks up when she hears a shrill noise from the television: Tiana’s best friend in her puffy pink dress.

“It’s okay, it’s okay baby. It’s just Charlotte.”

Charlotte. Her ears perk up and she looks at him. “Charlotte?” He asks again, and she looks at him in confusion. “Do you like that one? How about Lottie?” No response. “Or Charlie?”

The dog pounces on him with her one front paw and licks his face. Frankie laughs happily scratching her sides. “Is that your name, pretty girl? Is your name Charlie?”

The answer, it seems, is yes.

It’s funny, Frankie thinks. Charlie is the third letter of the military alphabet, after Alpha and Beta.

Before Delta.

She would be, he realizes. She’s more important to him than his Delta Squadron guys. More important to him than the terrible things he did in the military. She comes before Delta.

And that’s how Charlie got her name.

The guys finally came over to Frankie’s house on Night 9 of owning Charlie.

All of the men are dog lovers, and Charlie takes to Benny quickly. He gives her her favorite kind of scratches: one hand behind the ear, one hand on the tummy. “Yeah, that’s a good tripod,” he teases her as he snuggles her.

“Hey man, cut it out,” Frankie frowns and smacks his arm. “She’s insecure about it! Be nice.”

Santiago laughs. “Hey, you know what, Fish? This isn’t what I meant when I said that you should get a girl, but I’ll take it. Especially when she’s such a sweetie- oh hi, beautiful,” he coos as Charlie hops his way and licks his face.

Frankie shakes his head. “Isn’t she a cutie?” He laughs happily as he watches his dog. “I tried posting ads for her, but no one answered. She’s such a sweetheart, potty trained and everything. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Benny grins. “And all because we asked you to get a beer and you caved and said yes.”

“What the hell do you mean caved, Ben? I get beers with you two fuckers three times a week,” he laughs and shakes his head.

He’s been home alone with her all week, but he hasn’t felt as anxious as he normally does. Her companionship is all he needs, the way she snuggles up tight against him, the way her meal schedule motivates him to eat more. He has a purpose now.

After the initial excitement, Charlie finds her place sitting at her dad’s feet, panting happily and looking around the room. “She fits in well,” Will nods and leans over as he scratches her head. “She’s the newest member of our group, I suppose.”

“She’s much less work than Fish. Maybe we replace him with her,” Santiago teases and Frankie flips him off, chuckling softly.

This was a pattern that came to be known as the newly named C Night in Frankie’s head. These are the nights where they order a pizza or takeout and hang out in Frankie’s living room with Charlie. She’s the entertainer of the group, giving the men each some individual snuggles and wandering around the room. She’s funny, flopping onto her back at a human’s feet so that she can get tummy rubs, spending an absurd amount of time sniffing one specific spot on one man’s jeans. They all adore her.

Life improves for Frankie when he has Charlie. He works shorter hours, spends time brushing her fur. He sleeps at better hours and cares for himself better as a result of caring for her.

He takes her on a jog every morning. At first, he was nervous to do it. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to pass those Special Ops fitness tests. The thing that encourages him most is that Charlie is just the same speed as him. She runs along happily on three legs at the perfect pace for Frankie to match.

Frankie lovingly refers to her as his copilot. She loves riding in the passenger seat of his truck, letting the wind from the open windows run through her fur. She gets excited when she hears the word truck and demands that Frankie snuggle her when they’re on a long drive. She even fell asleep on his lap once, with her face resting in the curve of the steering wheel.

Charlie is Frankie’s baby, and Frankie is her favorite human. The two of them are each other’s soulmates, Frankie thinks. His baby girl, his fluffy baby, his cuddlebug. His girl. His one true love is his dog, his Charlie.

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all of mcr’s songs ranked out of ten based on whether or not you can strip to them:

romance: could work if you were going for a Super Melancholy smiths-esque vibe but overall too slow and pretty. 1/10

honey: headbanger soundtrack to showcase your revenge body to ur ex. bonus points for underlying ‘gonna murder shitty boyfriend’ context thanks to audition-inspired video. but slightly too angry to be seductive. 5/10

vampires: too goth, too many feelings. reminds me of pot dreads frank. would not work. 0/10

drowning lessons: this song is cursed and cannot be listened to in public unfortunately 0/10

sorrows: if u were going to do a strip routine while beating the shit out of someone for trying to stealing ur tip money this would be a gr8 choice 6/10

halos: it’s about blowing your own head off and taking too many pills to cope w/ wanting to die all the time. 0/10

turnstiles: please do not!!! strip!!! to a song!!! about 9/11!!!! what is wrong w/ you!!! -100000000/10

monroeville: if u were doing a private lil strip dance for your george a. romero-obsessed s.o. where u both cry over the idea of having to kill the other person b/c they turned into a zombie then sure??? but other than that no. .5/10

best day ever: ehhhhhh. too fast. kinda weird to get sexy to unless u have a hospital kink. 0/10

cubicles: wow the thought of doing a strip routine to a song about pining for ur coworker who doesn’t know u exist is too sad to even joke about -20/10

demolition lovers: it’s a long song but it’s got cool tempo changes for variety and if u got the stamina then go for it. 4/10

helena: so, like, i get it. it’s a bop. u could dance to this beat for sure. the costumes and color scheme from the video make for gr8 stage pictures and the dancing corpse lady is v pretty. i could understand why if u were doing an emo strip routine u would want to use helena. but please for the love of all that is holy do NOT strip to a song gerard way wrote about his dead grandmother okay i am BEGGING you -∞/10

give ‘em hell kid: FUCK YEAH YOU LOOK PRETTY WALKIN DOWN THE STREET IN THE BEST DAMN DRESS U OWN. 10/10

to the end: this would be a hilarious choice for a bachelor party ngl 7/10 for that alone

prison: absolutely you could strip to this song but u gotta COMMIT okay u gotta light something on fire onstage and challenge gender norms while screaming your head off 8/10 but only if ur not a coward

i’m not okay: it’s a bop, but can u strip to it? no. 0/10

ghost of you: mikey way did not die on a beach in fake normandy for u to strip to ghost of you. seek help -5/10

jetset life: dude this song like. actually works??? for a strip routine??? so long as you don’t actually listen to the words, from a musical perspective, u could totally strip to this 10/10

interlude: what kinda weird catholic shame kink do u need to have to strip to this song. also it’s too short and too pretty. -5/10 (unless ur into catholic shame idk)

venom: this would require such a high energy routine but if u can make being sweaty work then this is a gr8 choice 7/10

hang ‘em high: this is a BATSHIT INSANE choice for a strip routine but if u want to do it then PLEASE do. i like ur style. 8/10

deathwish: u can strip to this only if u introduce ur routine by dedicating it to everyone who ever said eyeliner on dudes was gay. 5/10

cemetery drive: i think not. 0/10

never told you: if u are a highly theatrical highly murderous stripper then yes definitely 7/10

desert song: this song is Way Too Beautiful to strip to sorry you can’t have it -300/10

the end.: the only sexy thing about this song is how good gerard’s voice sounds so no. 0/10

dead!: this is a bold fucking choice but u have to play your cards just right. high risk high reward but SO much to potentially get wrong 6/10

how i disappear: u could. but why. 2/10

sharpest lives: holy SHIT yes ABSOLUTELY u should strip to sharpest lives. the drama. the beat. the spy rock guitar that frank accidentally nailed. this is one of THE choicest options from their catalog. why aren’t u stripping to this right now 50000000/10

wttbp: cute idea but don’t actually 0/10

i don’t love you: again, a bold fucking choice. u could strip to this in an edgy, meta sort of way but it’s missing the trashy factor so it’d have to be part performance art and part strip routine. if ur into that then totally 5/10

house of wolves: i mean i would pay money to see someone strip to this song so 7/10

cancer: LMAO YIKES -2000000/10

mama: this would be GLORIOUS if u fully embraced the sheer insanity and went Bonkers in Fuckin Zonkers burlesque-show-in-hell w/ it. 100/10 but u gotta pound the floor wailing at some point

sleep: i’m conflicted on this one like on the one hand it’s a good tempo for stripping but on the other hand it’s a song about being cruel to ur loved ones in order to force distance between u and them b/c you’re terrified of them getting hurt and it being all your fault. so maybe don’t strip to this one actually 0/10

teenagers: a bop w/ a great beat and fun costume ideas from the video but two major drawbacks being 1. ur getting naked to a song about teenagers which is uhhhh sort of Inappropriate and 2. it’s kind of also about school shooters which is also Inappropriate to get naked to. 0/10

disenchanted: why would u want this. you sad fuck. idek what to say except if you want to strip to this song i’m crying on your behalf -100000000/10

famous last words: don’t????? don’t. Do Not. stop that. -12/10

blood: this is HILARIOUS omg please strip to blood 10/10

kill all your friends: sure?? no objections but it’s an odd choice. this goes for the demo too. 2/10

heaven help us: if u want to strip to this then you definitely just read unholyverse for the first time and while u are valid, Don’t 0/10

my way home is through you: not an especially sexy song but it’s fun!! you do you 3/10

astro zombies (cover): uhhhhhh it’s a no from me dawg. i’d be thinking about danzig, like, the whole time. 0/10

desolation row: sure but u gotta be willing to get punched in the face by the riot squad for maximum effect 4/10

common people (cover): just b/c gerard would strip to britpop doesn’t mean u can. 0/10

emily: NO!!!! -50000/10

party at the end of the world: nah. 0/10

not that kind of girl: literally please consider the subject matter of this song and rethink ur life choices. -10/10

all the angels: it’s a cool song but don’t strip to it that’s weird -2/10

jack the ripper: you and the person who wants to strip to astro zombies can go sit in the suicidegirls corner together how about that. 0/10

na na na: a banger!! strip away my friend 9/10

bulletproof heart: a good song but not a strip song 1/10

sing: sorry this song is [REDACTED] it gets no score

planetary (go!): you could try to strip to this but it’s such a classic four-on-the-floor that i think you’d end up just regular dancing to it and forget to be sexy so 4/10

the only hope for me is you: are you doing a strip tease for michael bay. stop. put ur shirt back on shia lebeouf 0/10

party poison: like this is a hilarious option and i support you but realistically it’s pretty fast for a strip song 3/10

save yourself, i’ll hold them back: this is a safe option. Too Safe. almost soulless. a person who’d strip to this would avoid eye contact the entire time and never smile and later when you went out for a smoke break you’d overhear them on the phone with their ex arguing over child support payments. 4/10

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w: the more i think about it the more fun the idea of stripping to this becomes so i say go for it 6/10

summertime: i’m Certain that gerard would prefer if you didn’t -5/10

destroya: is this objectively the best mcr song to strip to? Absolutely. it’s got everything you could possibly want right down to built-in moans and fever dream drums. but the only person in the universe who Can Must and Should strip to this song is gerard. sorry them’s the breaks. ∞/10 but only if you’re gerard way

kids from yesterday: don’t. 0/10

vampire money: 100% yes you should strip to this. bonus points for stealth twilight references 1000000/10

we don’t need another song about california: do i like this song? yes. is it sexy? no. 0/10

black dragon fighting society: i can’t understand what the FUCK gerard is saying in this song AT ALL so i can’t recommend that u strip to it b/c i have no fucking idea what it’s ABOUT 0/10

f.t.w.w.w.: i mean. this song is about eating pussy. and robots that are built specifically to fuck. so yes you can strip to this but you gotta dress up like a pornbot 100/10

mastas of ravencroft: again i cannot understand most of the fucking words and the ones i do understand are something something RICKETY BONES RICKETY HANDS so like. probably not the one 0/10

boy division: i could go either way on this one like it’s really fast but it’s also about cocaine so??? 3/10

tomorrow’s money: while this song slaps overall violent nihilism does not a strip song make 1/10

ambulance: no. 0/10

gun.: antiwar messages are sexy but not the right kind for stripping 1/10

the world is ugly: PLEASE no. 0/10

the light behind your eyes: oh my god this is so DEPRESSING why would you want to strip to this who hurt you -2000000/10

kiss the ring: yes yes yes it’s got built-in audience participation conceit factor if u let ur audience kiss ur ring, totally works 10/10

make room!!!: again, slaps, but not a strip song 1/10

surrender the night: dude we talked about this!!! dying violently w/ ur loved ones is Not Sexy!!! 0/10

burn bright: i guess you could strip to this but again it’s Too Safe tread carefully 3/10

fake your death: i want frank iero to strip to this song so i can throw tomatoes at him for being a LYING SACK OF SHIT FOR TWO YEARS i’m not gonna rate this one but frank if ur out there i have a basket of slightly squishy heirloom tomatoes and i am COMING FOR YOU

#mcr #this is the dumb post idea #i spent like an hour on this lmao

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The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

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rejjiashowarchive · 3 years

Audio

Before I had my own solo radio show (The Rejjia Show), I had a collaboration radio show with my friend, Alexis Kline (Lexi). We did music of the Oldies genre. When we had our very last show together, we threw a party and this was the playlist. It’s literally a little over 100 songs. Yes, play them in order please!

1, Just a Friend - Biz Markie

2. It Wasn’t Me - Shaggy ft. Rik Rok

3. Smack That - Akon

4. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

5. Party Up - DMX

6. Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve, Gwen Stefani

7. Don’t Cha - The Pussycat Dolls ft. Busta Rhymes

8. Jump by Kris Kross

9. Gold Digger - Kanye West ft. Jamie Fox

10. Jump Around - House of Pain

11. O.P.P. - Naughty By Nature

12. Insane in the Brain - Cypress Hill

13. Mary Jane - Rick James

14. Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

15. Work It - Missy Elliott

16. Poison - Bell Biv DeVoe

17. Get ur Freak On - Missy Elliott

18. Lip Gloss - Lil Mama

19. It Takes Two - Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock

20. Crank That - Soulja Boy

21. Fergalicious - Fergie ft will.i.am

22. Pony - Ginuwine

23. Lean Back - Terror Squad ft. Remy

24. Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani

25. Caught Up - Usher

25. Fantasy - Mariah Carey ft. O.D.B.

26. Touch It - Busta Rhymes

26. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See - Busta Rhymes

27. Doin’ It - LL Cool J

28. Still Not A Player - Big Pun ft. Joe

29. The Humpty Dance - Digital Underground

30. This Is How We Do It - Montell Jordan

31. Get Low - Ying Yang Twins, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

32. It Was A Good Day - Ice Cube

33. My Name Is - Eminem

34. Foolish - Ashanti

35. Be Faithful - Fat Man Scoop

36. Drop It Like It’s Hot - Snoop Dogg ft. Pharrell Williams

37. The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

38. Milkshake - Kelis

39. Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

40. Hot In Herre - Nelly

41. Run It! - Chris Brown ft Juelz Santana

42. Never Leave You - Lumidee

43. Tambourine - Eve

44. Move Bitch - Disturbing Tha Peace, Ludacris, Mystikal, I-20

45. Let Me Clear My Throat (Live) - DJ Kool, Doug E. Fresh, Biz Markie,

46. The Way I Are - Timberland ft. Keri Hilson

47. Kiss Kiss - Chris Brown ft. T-Pain

48. My Prerogative - Bobby Brown

49. Carry Out - Timberland ft. Justin Timberlake

50. Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake

51. Ruff Ryders’ Anthem - DMX

52. Mrs. Officer - Lil Wayne ft. Bobby V. & Kidd Kidd

53. Love, Sex Magic - Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake

54. Rude Boy - Rihanna

55. Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas

56. Just A Friend - Mario

57. SexyBack - Justin Timberlake

58. I Get Around - 2Pac, Digital Underground

59. One, Two Step - Ciara ft. Missy Elliott

60. Buy You A Drank - T-Pain ft. Yung Joc

61. Glamorous - Fergie ft. Ludacris

62. Umbrella - Rihanna ft. JAY-Z

*63. E.T. - Katy Perry ft. Kanye West

64. My Humps - Black Eyed Peas

65. Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson

66. Just Lose It - Eminem

67. Beautiful - Snoop Dogg ft. Pharrell Williams

68. Roses - Outkast

69. So Fresh, So Clean - Outkast

70. Stand Up - Ludacris ft. Shawnna

71. Pass The Courvoisier Part II - Busta Rhymes ft. Diddy and Pharrell Williams

72. I’m a Slave 4 U - Brittany Spears

73. Temperature - Sean Paul

74. London Bridge - Fergie

75. In Da Club - 50 Cent

76. Get Busy - Sean Paul

77. Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timberland

78. Naughty Girl - Beyonce

79. Don’t Phunk With My Heart - Black Eyed Peas

80. Lose My Breath - Destiny’s Child

81. Lose Control - Missy Elliott ft. Ciara and Fat Man Scoop

82. Closer - Ne-Yo

83. Murder She Wrote - Chaka Demus & The Pliers ft. Sly & Robbie

84. Yeah! - Usher ft. Lil Jon and Ludacris

85. Get Back - Ludacris

86. Candy Shop - 50 Cent ft. Olivia

87. American Boy - Estelle ft. Kanye West

88. Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani ft. Eve

89. Hey Ya! - Outkast

90. Always On Time - Ja Rule ft. Ashanti

91. My Boo - Usher ft. Alicia Keys

92. P.I.M.P. - 50 Cent

93. Shortie Like Mine - Bow Wow ft. Chris Brown and Johnta Austin

94. I’m Real (Murder Remix)- Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

95. Get Right - Jennifer Lopez ft. Fabolous

96. Gin and Juice - Snoop Dogg ft. Daz Dillinger

97. Stuntin’ Is A Habit - David Banner, Jim Jones, Yung Joc, Chris Brown

98. Upgrade U - Beyonce ft. JAY-Z

99. Goodies - Ciara ft. Petey Pablo

100. Salt Shaker - Ying Yang Twins ft. Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

101. Hypnotize - The Notorious B.I.G.

102. Big Poppa - The Notorious B.I.G.

103. Mo Money Mo Problems - The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Puff Daddy and Mase

104. Whatever You Like - T.I.

105. Get Money - The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Junior M.A.F.I.A.

*definitely an odd one out

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lake-arrius-caverns · 3 years

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Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 12: Two’s Company

summary As the party grows from two to three, Fahjoth tries his best to smooth over tensions.

content warnings strong warning for nausea/emetophobia about halfway down

read under the cut or on AO3, cheers 👍

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The shock reverberated up Fahjoth’s shins as his feet found solid ground with a jolt. Gasping, he staggered back, desperately trying to regain his balance. Once his brain caught up with the messages his eyes were receiving, he realised that the three of them were back in Ald’ruhn; a nearby guard stared at them from behind his impassive helm, but otherwise he didn’t seem to care too much for three Dunmer suddenly materialising out of thin air.

While Fahjoth remained on his feet, Ribyna was not so lucky, and she groaned from her landing position face-down on the dusty ground. “Ugh… what the fuck was that?!” she spat, rubbing smudges of dirt from her face as she dragged herself upright again.

“Almsivi Intervention,” Julan answered, discomfort clear on his face. “It teleports you to the nearest Tribunal temple.” There was a pause before he continued, “I’m sorry, I— I don’t know what happened back there… You must think I’m such a coward. I swear I’m not. I swear I am a warrior, and I’ve never run from a fight, nor do I fear death.”

“Look, don’t be daft,” Fahjoth replied, raising his voice to speak over Ribyna’s loud scoffing as he tried to reassure Julan. “We don’t think you’re a coward—”

“Speak for yourself...” Ribyna muttered, but Fahjoth ignored her to reassure Julan.

“I wasn’t exactly having a good time up there either,” he continued, trying to inject a bit of humour into the situation. Judging by Julan’s expression, it hadn’t worked.

“I’m not afraid of Red Mountain, or any of its monsters,” Julan said. “It’s... something else. It’s to do with these… weird dreams I’ve been having.”

Fahjoth’s curiosity was piqued as he thought back to his own night terrors. He hadn’t experienced them for a while, and for that he was thankful, but recollections of fiery landscapes and dark figures with blazing red eyes still lingered in the back of his mind. “Oh yeah?”

Julan took a deep breath. “I dream that I’m climbing Red Mountain. It’s just like what we saw — it’s dark, the air is filled with ash that gets into my eyes and mouth, but the further I go up, the harder it is to keep going. And then there’s all these voices, whispering things to me.”

“What sort of things?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t even know. I can’t understand what they’re saying, it’s too hard to make out. But it sounds, uh… well, not good, y’know?” Julan looked between Fahjoth and Ribyna apprehensively. “You’ve heard of Dagoth Ur, right? I mean, I’m guessing you have, but...”

Their silence said more than enough; Ribyna’s face looked as blank as Fahjoth’s brain felt, and Julan was visibly stunned.

“Oh come on, even outlanders must know about him! Dagoth Ur? The devil who lives beneath Red Mountain?”

“Sorry, mate.” Fahjoth shrugged. “I don’t—” Then he stopped, as a thought occurred to him. “Wait, does he have anything to do with the Sixth House Cult?”

“Yeah…” Julan frowned, and Fahjoth began to feel as if he’d done something wrong. “What do you know about the Sixth House Cult?”

“Honestly, not much.” At least that was truthful. There was no point bringing up Cosades and his work, as Fahjoth knew very little about it himself. “I just heard there’s been attacks from sleeper agents. I saw one of them myself.” He couldn’t suppress a shudder at the memory, remembering the vacant expression on the Dunmer’s face and his iron grip as hot as ashes on his wrist. “He said something like… Dagoth Ur is risen, something something Sixth House glory… I don’t know.”

Even Ribyna looked surprised by Fahjoth’s anecdote, while Julan’s tone became one of understanding instead. “Ah, I see. Yeah. Dagoth Ur is a powerful figure in our history and legends. Supposedly, he causes people to go insane by sending them dreams.”

Ribyna raised a brow at that. “What, so you reckon you’re going insane?”

“What— no!” Julan replied defensively. “I am not insane and I’m not planning to be, either! Lots of people dream about him. It’s nothing.”

For a moment, Fahjoth wondered if it was worth bringing up his own dreams. But if what Julan said was right, then perhaps it was more common than he had thought. He didn’t feel like he was going insane, and as long as it stayed that way, then he surely ought to be alright.

On realising that he had tuned out of the conversation, Fahjoth jolted and made an effort to concentrate again.

“Then why are you so bothered by them that you can’t even climb a mountain?” Ribyna was saying.

“I’m not! I mean—” Julan blew out, his frustration evident. “Look, I know it doesn’t make any sense, okay? I just need time. Anyway…” He looked between the twins, vying for a change of subject. “Never mind that. How about getting on with some training? I could do with taking my mind off things.”

“Yeah, alright. Good idea,” Fahjoth agreed. He gestured between himself and Ribyna. “Me and Beebs are both used to working with short blades and light armour.” Then he gave a dry laugh. “I don’t think either of us will be able to help with your magic, though. We can’t cast spells for shit.”

“Hah! That’s alright.” Julan grinned. “I don’t need any help with archery, either, I’ve been practising since I was small. I prefer fighting with blades anyway, so I’m up for that.”

“Right!”

Fahjoth turned to face Ribyna, alarmed by the sight of her drawing her dagger.

“Sparring match, then? Let’s see how we do,” she suggested. Fahjoth was nervous; Ribyna’s attitude so far hadn’t sat well with him at all, and neither was the look on her face as she eyed Julan. Such a sudden turnaround, going from being openly hostile to Julan to wanting to spar with him, didn’t exactly bode well.

Whether Julan himself shared Fahjoth’s apprehension wasn’t apparent. On the contrary, he drew his own shortsword and nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?” Fahjoth asked. “With real weapons? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”

“It’ll be fine, Fahji,” Ribyna said dismissively.

“Don’t worry, we won’t go too hard,” Julan added. Fahjoth wasn’t at all optimistic about that, but he held his tongue and decided to lean against a nearby wall to observe.

Ribyna brandished her dagger and stalked a circle around Julan, who stood ready with his chitin sword. Without warning she lunged, hard and fast. Julan brought his sword up to deflect the blow, the blades screeching on impact. A retaliation from Julan, deliberately slow and cautious, forced Ribyna back and kept her at arm’s length for the time being. Overall, it seemed to be going well, and Fahjoth began to relax.

That was until one particularly close call from the tip of Julan’s blade threw Ribyna off her rhythm. Although the strike hit the tough leather of her armour, the force and angle still caused the dagger to get flung from her grip. With a grin, Julan pointed his sword up to her chest, puffing from the brief yet intense exercise.

“Got you! Maybe don’t drop your weapon next time.”

Ribyna only scowled in response. Then with a flash of steel, she pivoted herself against Julan’s chest, a second dagger poised against his throat.

“Maybe make sure your opponent is actually unarmed next time.”

There was a moment of stiff silence; Ribyna glared at Julan, her face less than an inch from his own, while Julan stared back defiantly. Then the tension broke, and she backed up and resumed pacing, looking for the next opportunity to strike.

The remainder of the sparring session continued much in the same manner, with Ribyna and Julan flitting around each other in a vicious dance, both trying to get the upper hand over the other. A short while and a few close calls later and they agreed to call it a day, having been reasonably evenly matched. It seemed that training together would be as beneficial for Fahjoth and Ribyna as it would be for Julan himself.

“How about a drink?” Fahjoth suggested to his somewhat bruised companions. “I think we could all do with chilling out for a bit.”

“Fine by me,” Ribyna said, while Julan looked awkward.

“Oh, I… don’t think I have enough to—” Julan started, but he stopped as Fahjoth waved a hand genially.

“Don’t worry about it,” he chirped, offering Julan a friendly smile. “I’ll get them. I owe Ribyna a round, anyway.”

Julan’s unease melted away and was replaced with a grin, which Fahjoth found quite contagious. He purposefully ignored Ribyna’s dull glare in his periphery, focusing instead on Julan.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to a mazte, if you’re offering.”

“Sorted!” Fahjoth declared, ambling further into Ald’ruhn while Ribyna and Julan limped along with him. He was subjected to the uncomfortable feeling of someone staring at him, and he didn’t need to look around to know that it was coming from Ribyna.

Once they reached the cool shade of the Ald Skar Inn, Fahjoth suggested that Julan find them a table while he went to retrieve the drinks, to which he happily obliged. However, Fahjoth was not all surprised when Ribyna offered to help him carry them over, despite knowing full well that he could handle them himself, and prepared himself for the ear bashing he knew was imminent.

“He’s taking the piss,” Ribyna hissed, once they were at the bar and out of earshot of Julan. “You know what’s gonna happen, don’t you?”

Fahjoth heaved a sigh as he leaned against the bar, deciding to just let her rant. “Go on then, enlighten me.”

“He’s gonna mooch off you every chance he gets! He’s always gonna be all, ‘oh no, I don’t have any money’, and then you’ll have to pay for every-bloody-thing.”

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I don’t have the gold for a few drinks here and there. I’d do the same for any friend!”

Ribyna’s mouth fell open. “Friend?” she spat, outraged. “You barely even know the bastard! Honestly Fahjoth, you see a pretty boy and I swear your whole fucking brain just shuts down!”

Trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks, Fahjoth was quick to see a lifeline and he clung to it like a drowning man. “Oh, so you think he’s pretty, do you?”

This time, it was Ribyna whose cheeks flushed a dull red. “I— no, I never— don’t put words in my mouth!” she retorted, fuming. “You know exactly what I’m saying, and you know I’m right!”

“Well, just do me a favour and keep it to yourself if you can,” Fahjoth requested flatly. “I don’t want Julan to feel uncomfortable. More than he already is...”

Ribyna looked as though she was going to continue to argue, but a moment of respite came when the drinks arrived. Fahjoth hastily took them over to the table before Ribyna could say another word, leaving her to traipse after him clutching her own. Once he placed the drinks down on the table, Julan gratefully took his, shuffling his stool along to make plenty of room for the twins to join him.

“So, whereabouts do you two live?” he asked. “It’s not here in Ald’ruhn, is it?”

“Nah, we’re staying in Balmora.”

“Probably a good thing. It’s like the dusty armpit of Vvardenfell here. And so Redoran, it’s illegal to even joke about it!” Julan swigged his mazte, looking to Fahjoth curiously. “What’s Balmora like?”

“Bit bigger than Ald’ruhn. And less dusty. You’ll see it for yourself soon!” Fahjoth paused. “Well, that’s if you still want to come with us. I’ve got to go check in with my boss soon.”

“Course I do. As long as we can still continue to train, then I don’t mind where we go.”

Fahjoth grinned. “Don’t worry about that. If I’m not around, you’ll be able to spar with Ribyna again!”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause it’s not like I’ve got a life outside you or anything,” Ribyna grumbled, staring at Julan with heavy mistrust — and even dislike. Julan seemed to notice as well, for his smile slipped somewhat and an awkward silence fell over the table.

“Anyway…” Julan attempted a wary change of subject. “What is it that you do for a living? Apart from rescuing people from clannfears, of course.”

“To be honest, mate…” Fahjoth shrugged. “I don’t really know. I know that sounds daft, but mostly I just run errands. Gather information. Sometimes nearly get myself killed in Dwemer ruins or haunted tombs. That sort of thing.”

“Sounds… interesting.”

Both he and Julan both then turned to Ribyna, but she remained silent, glowering back at them while she sipped her drink. Fahjoth’s stomach sank. With Ribyna’s stubborn refusal to socialise, the relatively upbeat mood had been well and truly quashed.

A heavy weight began to settle in Fahjoth's chest. Though he was looking forward to working with Julan, the excitement was spoiled by Ribyna's behaviour and incessant hostility towards him. He knew Ribyna was prickly at the best of times, but he hadn't anticipated this much resistance to gaining a new companion. If Julan was going to stay with them for the foreseeable, Fahjoth dreaded the idea of trying to persuade her to play nice. How much more grief were they going to get from her?

But more importantly, how far did Julan's tolerance extend? How long would he put up with her animosity and foul mood before deciding that he'd had enough?

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“I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s up with your hair?”

Blinking, Fahjoth slowly turned to face Julan, trying to concentrate over the rough jerking of the silt strider’s teetering steps and the shrill grinding of its chitinous joints ringing in his ears. He wasn’t normally prone to motion sickness, but being so high above ground level coupled with the vigorous swaying of his seat was not a good combination, and Fahjoth had spent much of the journey from Ald’ruhn to Balmora trying to hold down the urge to vomit. After spending another day in and around Ald’ruhn for training and shopping, Fahjoth could no longer put off returning to Balmora and the silt strider was the fastest way to get there. Even if it did make him want to throw up.

His first time riding one, and he dearly wished for it to be his last.

Julan perhaps mistook his silence for offence, for he held up a hand apologetically. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“Eh? No, it’s fine. Sorry for being quiet, I’m just not feeling great,” Fahjoth explained, squinting as the low sun on the horizon shone into his eyes. At least the weather had been good for their trip. “Well, it used to be totally black. But a few years ago, it started to go white in the front here.” He held up a strand by means of demonstration. “I dunno why.”

“That really is weird.”

“I still reckon it was stress,” Ribyna added, looking over her shoulder with a smirk. With her arm hanging loosely over the silt strider’s side, she seemed to be having no issues with the bumpy ride. “Obviously not everyone is cut out for life in prison.”

Julan did a double-take, looking from Ribyna to Fahjoth with shock. “You’ve been arrested?”

Fahjoth turned to Ribyna, scowling. Ribyna simply smiled back at him with false pleasantry and turned away to gaze at their surroundings as the silt strider tottered along. With a sigh, he turned back to Julan, feeling somehow even more queasy at the thought of telling the truth and wondering how Julan would take it.

Damn Ribyna and her big mouth!

“Yeah. Me and Ribyna both came here on a prison ship,” Fahjoth admitted. Instantly, Julan looked leery.

“You’re both convicts? You’re not on the run, are you?”

“No! No, nothing like that. We were released.”

“Released? On Vvardenfell?” Julan scoffed. “That’s just typical of the Empire. As if they haven’t done us enough damage, now they’re offloading their unwanted criminals onto us!”

Admittedly, that comment stung. But before Fahjoth could answer, Ribyna had whipped around in her seat again, looking none too pleased with Julan’s remark herself.

“Yeah, that’s no good, is it? It’s not like those unwanted criminals saved your sorry arse from getting eaten alive by clannfears or anything!”

Julan blanched, biting his lip as he realised what he had said. “Oh— gods, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it personally. Look, I didn’t mean— well…” As he took a deep breath, Fahjoth noted his hesitation to continue. “You do seem like a good person… people. Good people. Um... were you... y’know... guilty? Of... whatever it was you did to get arrested.”

Fahjoth, for a moment, was silent. He risked a glance over at Ribyna, feeling his stomach clench when he saw that she had turned her back to them again. She said nothing, but Fahjoth could see the tension in her shoulders, and he knew his twin well enough to know that if he spoke the truth, it would hurt her. So he looked back to Julan, thinking about his words carefully.

“It’s... a bit of a long story, mate,” he said. “It was...” — he paused, waving his hands vaguely — “an accident.”

Julan stared at him with a mild frown, and Fahjoth felt himself break into a nervous sweat, not knowing what he was thinking. After a silence that was far too long for his liking, Julan spoke up at last.

“I believe you,” he said simply. “I’m not sure why, but I do. Like I said, you seem like a good person, and either way, I’m willing to judge you on your actions here and now, rather than in the past. Whatever they were.”

A wave of relief crashed over Fahjoth, but before he could respond, a particularly vigorous judder in the silt strider’s pace hit him like a punch to the gut. His stomach, already churning from nausea and anxiety, convulsed violently and a thick, wet sourness hit the back of his throat. Spinning around, he bolted up from his seat, leaning over the side and letting his head hang as he fought to swallow the sickness down again.

Through watering eyes Fahjoth watched as the ground went rushing by with the strider’s uneven pace, stopping and starting with every bumpy step, the leaves on the trees and bushes below blurring into one as his eyes struggled to focus. How far up was he, anyway? Twenty-five feet? Thirty?

His knuckles whitened as he clenched his trembling hands, his skin becoming hot and clammy and damp with sweat while his heart fluttered an uncomfortable half-rhythm in his chest. After seconds which lasted a lifetime, during which the contents of his stomach barely managed to settle, Fahjoth hauled himself back into the relative safety of his seat. It was still as choppy as ever, but at least he didn’t have to look at the ground this way. When he was able to focus again, he found Julan’s perturbed face fixed rapt upon his own.

“Fahjoth, are you alright?”

“Yeah Fahji, you look pale as fuck,” Ribyna added, finally turning her gaze back around, brows furrowed with concern. “Here you are, have some of this.”

She rummaged in her backpack and fished out a bottle of mazte, reaching back to offer it to Fahjoth. Fahjoth, however, shook his head with his mouth clamped tightly shut. If he opened it, there would likely be more than just words coming out.

Julan reached over and patted Fahjoth’s shoulder, albeit seeming reluctant to get too close. “It’s okay, I think we’re nearly there. Just... hold onto your lunch a bit longer, alright?”

The silt strider finally drawing to a halt could not have been a bigger relief. Except now that they had reached Balmora, Fahjoth faced the prospect of having to disembark from the silt strider and onto that precarious platform awaiting them. It had been bad enough ascending the narrow ramp to board the strider, how on Nirn was he going to get back down again?

Fortunately, Ribyna was on hand to lend him hers. Once she had clambered up out of the strider's hollowed-out carapace, she offered her hand to Fahjoth as he hesitantly followed suit. The simple boon of having something firm to grip onto while he stumbled out of the silt strider made all the difference, and without a word, Ribyna let Fahjoth continue holding her hand as they made their way down the slope, Fahjoth's pace hindered significantly by his shaking legs.

It took all his effort not to collapse to his knees the moment he stepped on solid ground at last. He doubled over, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths as he tried to encourage his stomach to settle, paying no heed to anything else going on around him. Once his nausea had subsided enough, he straightened back up again, preparing to face the mocking and jeering he predicted from his travelling companions.

However, there was nothing of the sort. Both Ribyna and Julan were watching him, their faces showing nothing but concern and sympathy.

“Not good with heights?” Julan asked, his tone one of pity.

“I— I dunno,” Fahjoth admitted. “I never realised... but I suppose, yeah. Obviously…”

“Either that or the turbulence,” Julan suggested. He fell silent, turning his gaze away to survey Balmora instead. "So, this is Balmora? It’s so grand." There was clear hesitation in his voice as he continued, “Um... tell me honestly, do I look like a complete savage?”

Fahjoth blinked. “What?”

Julan chewed his lip, his eyes darting from left to right apprehensively, as if searching for anyone who would look at him with disdain. “I know how people view Ashlanders. They think we’re violent, uncivilised barbarians who live in filth and poverty. They don’t even try to understand us, or our culture, or why we choose to live as we do. But we’re proud of our culture. We don’t need these tacky displays of wealth to be happy — we have more valuable things of our own.”

Before Fahjoth could even open his mouth, Ribyna cut across him. “Oh, don’t worry. Me and Fahjoth grew up stinking savages ourselves.”

Unsurprisingly Julan bristled, glaring at Ribyna and quietly seething. Sensing an altercation brewing, Fahjoth hastily spoke up, cringing over Ribyna’s lack of sensitivity. “What she means is that... well, we grew up on the streets,” he explained. “People saw us as nothing more than dirty, uncivilised thieves, as well.”

Thankfully, Julan seemed to calm down. “Well. Then maybe you’ll understand. My people are viewed with suspicion here in the cities. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my heritage, but I feel like I might be too conspicuous. I don’t want to go drawing any attention. What d’you think?”

Fahjoth shrugged. “I mean... you look fine to me, Julan. But if you like, we can look into getting you some new clothes.”

“At least get him something that smells less of guar,” Ribyna interjected, and once again, Fahjoth wanted to throttle her. Fortunately, Julan didn’t take offence.

“Maybe that would be a good idea, actually. But!” He jabbed Fahjoth in the chest with a finger. “If you make me look ridiculous, I swear I’ll never forgive you!”

Fahjoth held his hands up innocently, a grin curling at the corners of his lips. “I would never! I’ve got a good eye for fashion, me. Can’t you tell? Anyway…” He looked between Julan and Ribyna with an apologetic gaze. “Do you two wanna go get us a table in the South Wall Cornerclub? I need to go speak to Cosades, but I’ll join you straight after. He gets grumpy if I call on him too late in the day.”

Both Ribyna and Julan looked as apprehensive as Fahjoth felt to be sending off by themselves, but for the moment, it was unavoidable.

“Alright, well... don’t be long!” Ribyna said with a frown.

“I won’t!” Fahjoth called back as he began heading off, jogging away between the long shadows cast by the setting sun.

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Given the lateness of the hour, Fahjoth had assumed that Cosades would be home, perhaps settling down for the night with a few bottles of booze as he was wont to do. To his surprise, that was not the case. He lingered around for five minutes, just on the off-chance that Cosades would turn up, but he was reluctant to leave Julan and Ribyna alone for much longer. So he hurried on to the South Wall Cornerclub, hoping that the two had not bitten chunks out of each other in his absence.

However, he needn't have worried. When Fahjoth arrived and descended the steps into the bar, he spotted Ribyna and Julan sitting in complete stony silence at their usual corner table. Quite frankly, he had seen funerals looking more lively.

His arrival seemed to come as a relief, as Julan glanced up and waved Fahjoth over. Fahjoth obliged, joining them at the table with haste as he accepted the bottle that Ribyna pushed towards him. He was both unsurprised and disappointed to see that Julan had nothing.

“Sorry about this,” he murmured, casually pushing his own mazte over to Julan instead.

“It's fine,” Julan replied. “Not like either of you are obligated to buy me a drink.”

“Yeah, but it's polite, isn't it?” he said, directing this particular comment over to Ribyna, who curled her lip but said nothing on the matter.

“So did you see Cosades?” she asked instead. “What's he got lined up for you this time?”

“He wasn't in,” Fahjoth answered. “I'll see him tomorrow, I'm sure.” He paused, before sliding a handful of coins over the table towards Ribyna. “Could you go get me a mazte? I still feel a bit dodgy.”

“I already got you a mazte.”

“Ribyna, come on,” Fahjoth groaned, desperate for one night of peace. “Please.”

A moment of irate silence later and Ribyna got to her feet, striding off towards the bar with a distinctly sour demeanour.

Fahjoth sighed, burying his face behind his hands with dismay. “I'm so sorry about her,” he apologised, lowering his hands and resting his chin on his fist.

Julan shrugged. Fahjoth had to admire his fortitude. “Don't worry about it. It's hardly your fault. And I've dealt with much worse, believe me.” He peered over his shoulder, jerking his head in Ribyna's direction before turning back to Fahjoth. “I don't suppose you know what her problem is?”

“I wouldn't take it personally, mate,” Fahjoth said. “She's just... like that. To everyone, pretty much.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his mouth continuing to move as his frustrations began to seep out. “Has been for years, now. I knew she was... difficult, but I swear she's gotten so much worse since we got here. Like, I know you need gold to survive, that's obvious, but there's gotta be better ways of going about that than joining the Thieves Guild or the Morag bloody Tong—”

“Hold on,” Julan interrupted, cutting Fahjoth off mid-rant. “She's in the Morag Tong?!”

Fahjoth froze, realising his slip-up.

“Uh…” he began, but he was spared the need to respond by Ribyna's return.

“There's your bloody mazte,” she said grumpily, putting the drink down in front of Fahjoth with enough force that, for a moment, he thought the bottle might shatter. Before he could say anything, Julan was on the attack.

“So you're in the Morag Tong.” He glared at Ribyna, his grip on his own bottle hard. “The Morag Tong! You'd better have a damn good reason for this!”

Ribyna paused, slowly turning her gaze to Fahjoth as she sat down again. Fahjoth could merely offer her an apologetic grimace, and with a loud huff, she rolled her eyes and turned back to Julan.

“Come on then, I want to hear this!” Julan went on. “How can you possibly justify joining a murder cult?!”

“It's a job,” Ribyna said bluntly. “I get paid to do it. That's all. And keep your bloody voice down, will you?”

After glancing around to ensure that they hadn't drawn any undue attention already, Julan continued in a low hiss. “So that's all this is to you? Money? There's lots of ways to make gold that don't involve killing people you don't even know!”

“Listen, save the lectures. If someone's got to die, they're gonna get killed either way. At least this way, I can get paid for it!”

Julan sighed, eyeing Ribyna with distrust. “Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I have to like it. You're still walking up to a stranger and putting a dagger in their back. I don't know if I could live like that. And if you can, well…”

“Yeah? Well if you don't like it, you know where the door is,” Ribyna spat. “In fact, why don't you do us both a favour and piss off back to the Ashlands alread—”

“Alright, that's enough!” Fahjoth snapped, holding his hands up towards the bickering pair. “Both of you, pack it in! You're doing my head in. Let's all just calm down, okay? Thank you…”

Fahjoth hung his head after his outburst, going back to nursing his mazte in silence and deliberately avoiding both Ribyna and Julan's eyes. Already he felt guilty about losing his temper, but he was still feeling rough from the silt strider ride and the vicious squabble wasn’t helping. He was beginning to wonder if they would ever get along; the prospect of having to put up with their constant quarrelling was a grim one. Was this going to be his existence for the foreseeable future? Playing referee between his twin and his new friend?

He despaired at the thought. But he could always live in hope, no matter how exhausting it was.

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tag list @boulderfall-cave , @padomaicocean (lmk if you’d like to be added!)

#oc: fahjoth #oc: ribyna #julan kaushibael #morrowind #dunmer #nerevarine #dunmer oc #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #tes iii: morrowind

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seaswalllow · 3 years

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24/5/2021 fundy lore recap, as best as i could! warning for heavy manipulation ^^"

lore starts six minutes in:

been having trouble sleeping

pulls fox into dream

can’t remember his dream?

“there was someone. uh… and then what?”

“opened my door, saw an old friend, it was so long since i spoke to him- it was quackity!”

“we go back to lman- um.”

“i kinda do miss that place”

“remember the times when i couldn’t stop a nation from blowing up? remember the times when i helped the guy that killed tubbo? yeah i remember those times” [11:35]

“you know what bothers me the most? i’ve been having nightmares, and crazy visual stuff happening in my dreams that i don’t even know how to explain it. but every single time, at the end- my memory goes back to those days. how i always was there, had the chance, had the little helper of wilbur, of schlatt, of butcher army, and somehow, i couldn’t do anything” [12:30]

“leads me to believe it was always my fault”

“quackity showed up at my doorstep, and told me a few things. told me the things i was a part of. told me a few things that made sense. and a few things that weren’t great to hear. but he was right.” [14:50]

“there was me thinking that he came to see me or something! i isolated myself from the world, tried to save everyone from some crazy shit happening, because every time i’m a part of something, it seems to break down” [16:10]

“i thought he came to say hi, to see me, but he had a different idea, and honestly i don’t blame him. he’s a business man. he made some good points, and i think he’s a nice guy. i honestly don’t think he was wrong at all” [16:50]

“time for a new chapter maybe”

fundy decides to hear quackity out, heads off to meet quackity; quackity takes him around las nevadas

“i was there for friendship. at the end of the day- i’ve known you since- at the end of the day, i wasn’t there for business, i was there for you.”[q] “you mean that?” “fundy- you and me, why were you in the cabinet, in the butcher army along with me? because we got along. i don’t remember a single moment where you caused problems, you always had the best interests of the country, same interests as me.” [22:00]

“fundy. this is home. if you ever do decide to join me- remember, this is not las nevadas, this is home.” [23:41]

“when lmanberg got destroyed, i had nowhere to go. i’ve had two homes- the lmanberg home (we got into neighbor disputes, remember?), and the house underneath karls house, but i’ve left that place, and i don’t ever think of going back to that place” [24:40]

“do you want me to be honest? as much as i want this to be a new chapter- new chapters have to be filled with will. for me, it had to be a necessity. either start anew, or rotting in self pity.”[q] “and you were strong!”[fundy] “and it had to happen.”[q]

“fundy, you listen to me carefully. this is my country. we are under no ruler- no tommy, no wilbur, no tubbo, no schlatt. this is our country. we don’t have to worry abt cabinet meetings, we don’t have to worry about going to countries with every week. we are free.” [27:30]

we are free here. we are home. this is our home, fundy.

fundy, im sick and tired of people telling me my entire fucking life that i can’t do something. i am tired of it, and thats why im doing this. [more repeating] this is home fundy.

“we’ve both been in that situation, quackity. i know how it feels.

i wish i could include tubbo in that, but he had his fair share of power for a while. tommy had a good bit of power; wilbur had power. we have never had power. we were pushed aside; by people who never thought of our pain. [q] [29:40]

“i dont think i’ve ever been happier!” q

shows off the wedding place again

i thought so too, that i found someone, but- i dont even know anymore, where it’s gone [q]

you have to choose the people that you trust wisely, fundy

calls people not wanting peace, love bullshit

fundy confides in quackity, tells him about believing that he’s a fuck-up

“fundy. don’t talk nonsense. not while you’re on the ground of las nevadas”

fundy starts apologizing; big q tells him to quit apologizing

“we have been kicked down, humiliated, for so long. because where are they right now? wilbur is, as far as i am aware, dead. tommy? i haven’t even heard of tommy for so long. he’s probably still chasing that disk, for so long. all of these people that i have considered friends for so long, are still stuck chasing the same thing, over and over again. and they think that one day, it’s going to change. fundy, it’s not going to. they’re going to have to change it themselves.”

“i extended my invitation. but until you find your self worth [basically] i would rather you not join las nevadas. i care fr u as a person, ur not a pawn, some asset, a business partner. ur a friend, fundy. id rather u work on urself as a person and realize ur own self worth. but i know that you’ll find that self worth; and i dont want you to be far away from me because we can do great things together.”

big q offers him an empty plot outside las nevadas, to build a home/whatever he wants. “build. your. home.”

fundy keeps asking for permission; big q keeps telling him to turn over a new leaf

“who is fundy? fundy is big. fundy is strong. fundy is smart. translate that, those traits, into a nice big building.” -big q

“you know me better”- fundy

big q: you have to let go, fundy.

fundy, pretend lmanberg never happened. pretend that all the wars that happened, didn’t happen. pretend you were never born again

they both shout to the sky that they’re born again

big q is using dap me up oh g o d lmao

big q keeps emphasizing “welcome home, fundy”

fundy is overjoyed at being recognized, a bit salty abt it taking three months, but keeps emphasizing that its Fine they’re just Busy

keeps emphasizing that he’s a friend, a good friend

uhhh just fucking around til stream ends

#dream smp #fundy #quackity #liveblogging tag #liveblogging ref #HHHHHH LORD ABOVE I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET THE QUOTES DOWN. GOD.

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shabba-zams · 4 years

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I'M NO MANIAC

Hold big regard for kinship, tradition and culture, I could give a lecture

I'm sky high - herbivore, like a turkey vulture I'm a carnivore

Canibal, I mean omnivore coz I love greens, like Popeye And Spinach, I lick bean

Flick flick, root Chakra, keep you grounded, kiss your forehead, illumination

Wham bam, burn incense this instant

Smoke in house, reminisce about my late aunt, Eugenia

Healing from a heartbreak of a love that never happened

Should never happen, wait what just happened?

You a bad bitch, downward doggy, hit it from the back, is that good B?

Meow-moo, look at that arch, Doja, Cat-Cow mi amor

Heart's aching, beneath I'm hurting although surface looks perfect

Instantly regretting the mistake I made, egghead getting laid

I was broke, couldn't think straight, Im still great, it's just that I hate

Constantly stressing, hope you not late, I'm Wylin, red fox

Sorry mate, don't put me on the spot unless we hot box

You a hot mess, you burn, guilt trip, in hell I burn, 12 stroke soul snatcher, soul searching,N2O, inhale, I burn, I'm trippin

My goodness, Zulu goddess, Tsonga royalty in her DNA, your highness hello, hi, my love I profess

Pussy power tricking, that tightness, finesse crazy like madness, she drippin

Her cookie jar I'm Double dippin, like yes ya, I praise ya, I'm smitten

You praise Ja, pet name for your small pussy... Poor lil kitten

Obsessed With fitness, admire her loyalty, I stay under her spell

First We gel, then repel, we then rebel, plz say you could not tell I fell for you girl!

I confess, your strange quirks remind me of my old ex

Guardian angel, I see your halo, okay bye! In darkness you my star

Naledi always shine bright, never dim light, eyes can adjust right?

No girl, tell me how could I not fall for you girl?

If I see you all day and night? Medicate then meditate

Last and first light I see you, it's hard to wake me up, ICU

Namaste, send u love and light. Hugging u gud nyt then imma go unless it's midnight, my pants is tight right and u hug me tight tight cutie, in my ear, QTip, u whisper get the light, deep throat gimme the green light, tonight you looking so tasty

It's not right, lockdown got me all thirsty, see, I'm nasty

I'll eat you out, gimme a big tip, face chair, take a sit please

Gangsta champagne, notorious bubbles I sip sip, are you pleased?

You a tall glass of sexy B, I mean u sassy B, sexy beast I gotta drink, drunk

In love with your positive energy, you love the inner me and you know I'm not the enemy, I love you

Juju, like bad energy, shoo shoo, telling me to go, I don't go

Feeling ur feng shui imbalance, tryinna find balance, yoga

So much green in my blood stream, feelin like Hulk or Yoda

I'm 1 with the force, a gulf stream directing ur flow, go

Heavy flow that weigh a ton, period. I go deep, you flow deep like the Nile, you lovin it

Tid bit in denial, plz don't judge unless you take a 9 mile walk if the shoe fit

Wise mentor, needed to blow off steam, oh no you make me sing, I never meant to...

I'm spiritual, Ultralight beam, living the life of Pablo, green

I see no light, stuck in the dark, this don't feel right

Fight what I feel, fight! I know you like what I write, right? I'm still Steve like Biko, because I write what I like

You're spiritual, Ivy crown it'll be alright, fight!

Where you been? Spiritual journey, Wrote you a song of love, don't panic, it's platonic agape kind

You're kind, im sorry, please forgive me, God bless us

Never meant to sex ya, sext ya, yes ya I never meant to

Hurt ya, my day 1 let me be in your team, I'm your hype man and you my wing man, who knew, man?

I'm a new man, never wanna be in u ma'am, that's Truman, like Harry

Like Harriet, You talk truth ma'am, ur woke now, mental slavery chain breaker

Lead, take leash, give me my freedom, Tubman. Ass like Baartman, I'm joking, I'm through man!

Is it true man? You got a new man?

I'm glad you found uThando & Peace!

I see your glow in the dark , I watch you grow, from head to toe

Lock down, No sexercise, just exercise, oblique workout, body shaping up, you shake shit up

Look down, fvck shit up, I fantasize under the mistletoe, kiss kiss that phat pet peeve,

I mean the size of that cameltoe, kiss kiss like it's NYs Eve

Family Feud like Steve, We lip lock, she bad bad like Eve

Stuck with you like gridlock, bad bitch my ride or die!

The love you show, I dunno who to tell that u just ring my bell

Blue balls, plain torture, ungshaya ding dong, that just rings wrong

Playing mind games like ping pong, saw my dp then ask for my dick pic like "Big Z u got big dick print"

I tell her to quit playin and show her it's just resting, I'm a grower

Picture a Big black gun in your hand, click glock

Lick big black cock in my hand, and get a big tip

Love your big tats,small tits, nip slip, vrm vrm, you own me like pinkslip

4 play lick clit, that pink pink

Big lie like, just the tip, truth is I just wanted to hit twice, then dip twice like, dip dip

Double Pussy grip, like grip grip

Our late night tap dance routine like

Double tap like, tip-clit-grip-grip, skip, tip-clit-grip-grip

Sending mixed signals, wearing no bra, black tank top, Grey gym pants, exciting my BBC then saying NO BRA!

Apple bong is crack bong, big flop wearing your pink flip flops, I need a drink,J walk drunk, hit, bong, bang, drive, buy smoke, fly, sky, high five, YouTube The Fives, whats the matter? GBV

All lives including those you call low lives matter, no 1 deserves murder.

Deep chats kid, Katt Williams crack me up, have a break Kit Kat

I'm a lil sad but real glad u not mad at me brick brack, red fox

Need my quick fix, Red on Netflix like Raymond, cross you off my hitlist, at least at last, the blacklist, NBC

No chick flicks miss, unless you aiming to get this, BBC

I don't aim, shoot shot once and don't miss, easy, ABC

Cupid tryinna shoot me dead but misz, shit shot, no Mrs, thank God

Thot thought she a hot shot coz she smoke pot, no BS she not hot

Cold as horse shit that's not hot, bust a nut, I might not

I'm a lit lad who thinks they a big bad, Wolf, with a sick head

You heard? Sometimes it's hard when u in my bed, think with other head instead like getting head

Play dead after I beat meat, you knock-knock, I'm cumin, you come in, your bad timing is not charming

I see myself in you, pun intended, idea planted in my head

For real tho, I see your hoeish ways, long gone are my hoeish days

Sometimes I think u poison like Ivy, I'm batman, no avengers

Scavengers, a mad woman and a bad man, Savages in our own league

First punch throwers, they hate us, crack bong hitters, they not us, we avenge us,

You lead, I school ya, screw ya, liquids in ur insides like IV

Drip drip, said fuck it, big deal, do u even care how I feel? Bad state of mind, took shrumz, now I'm havin a bad trip

Craving a road trip, cruze down memory lane, replay bad clip, is it weird that I loved that silhouette video? Press play

Get liquid withit

Going toe-to-toe, I kill and bury Big Trill, made my 1st mil

Then blew it, dead lyricist, I'm just a ghost writer

I see changes, a stoner girl turn to a rave girl as the nyt ages

I once told her, trust the rock of ages like John

Serial killer with rage on Pages, I was angry at God like Sean

Now i'm easy like solving for X- Kid'o,

That's annoying, ward off tiny mosquito

Go against me, that's a non starter, kiss my ass lips

I talk shit, no stutter or slight lisp like L-Tido

In the city of gold its all or nothing, that's a no brainer

No brain huh? Black lip bastard, faith like mustard seed

Don't call me bastard, transform to Luke Cage then hit rib Cage like

Nicholas, can't stop me like an urban legend... Ghost rider

I sound fictitious like ghost busters, but I'm quite real like Klingon

I stick like glue, here's a clue:

Day of the week: Monday

Feeling: baby Blue and itchy

Scratch my balls I'm jiggy, sweet melanin black queen like B

Fluent in your love language B, catch 22, paradoxical

Hypocritical, stereotypical, philosophical.

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Mobile masterlist (updated)

Updated list for you lovelies.

Daryl imagines;

Little black dress.

Summary: It’s the welcome party for you at Alexandria and a little black dress makes your dreams come true. Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of sexiness, and of course that hot crossbow-wielding redneck that we all love.

Truth or dare.

Summary: After a hard day, you and your best friend Daryl get drunk leading to some fun. Warnings: Swearing, smut, alcohol.

Scar.

Summary: Feeling ugly after being disfigured, Daryl helps you see your beauty. Warning: Swearing, a little angst, and lots of fluff.

Panic attacks and pregnancy.

Summary: You get the shock of your life. Warning: Panic attack, fluff and pregnancy.

Making up.

Summary: You and your fiancé Daryl have a huge fight, but then make up in the best way. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

A twin thing.

Summary: An unexpected person comforts you after a loss. Warnings: Death, swearing, fluff.

Shower time.

Summary: You’re new to Alexandria and you get a special welcome from someone. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Damaged.

Summary: You meet Daryl in the line up with Negan and get more than you bargained for. Warnings: Swearing, angst, mention of child’s death, a bit of violence and smut.

Damaged part 2.

Summary: Part 2. Daryl starts to be extra protective of you, causing some tension. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

BangBang.

Summary: After leaving with Merle, Daryl comes back and blames himself for you getting shot, which leads to him confessing his feeling. Warning: Swearing, fluff, Daryl tears.

Hope.

Summary: Daryl wants kids and you’re scared to tell him you can’t have them. Warning: Swearing, mentions of infertility, and fluff. Lots of fluff!

Trip to Alexandria.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and go with him to Alexandria for the first time. Warning: Swearing.

The necklace.

Summary: You were looking for Merle unaware he was dead. You ended up finding Daryl and he helps you with your grief. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Birthday present.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous of you spending time with Rick and fucks things up. Warning: Swearing, angst.

Protector.

Summary: You’re in the line up, Negan takes a liking to you and Daryl tries to protect you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, violence.

Confusion.

Summary: Daryl likes you but finds you kissing a woman and gets jealous, leading to feelings being revealed. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Date with Mr Dixon.

Summary: Daryl asks you to have dinner with him. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Date with Mr Dixon. Part 2.

Your little pet.

Summary: Negan lets you pick someone to help satisfy you sexually. Warnings: Smut, swearing.

Reunited part 1.

Summary: You’re Ricks eldest daughter and haven’t seen him since before the turn, you’re finally reunited with him in Alexandria when you’re picked up by Aaron. You start to develop feelings for Daryl as you get to know each other. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, drama, smut eventually.

Reunited part 2.

Dirty Dixons.

Summary: You have a threesome with Daryl and Merle. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Lost.

Summary : You get separated from Glenn during a run and he loses you. When Daryl finds out, he isn’t happy. He goes to find you and he admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Anger management.

Summary: You and Daryl have an argument and up scares you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Princess.

Summary: You and Daryl hate each other but get forced to go on a run together. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Princess part 2.

Summary: You and Daryl have fun in the watch tower after the run earlier that day. Warnings: Swearing, smut, daddy kink.

Angel baby.

Summary: You’re pregnant with Daryls baby but suffer a miscarriage. Warnings: Swearing, angst, miscarriage.

Sophia part 1.

Summary: You find Sophia when she’s missing and help her back to the group. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

Sophia. Part 2.

Kings and Queens.

Summary: You get injured on a run but Daryl saved you and admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

Fatherhood.

Summary: You and Daryl were together pre apocalypse, but he left you when you thought you might be pregnant. Now in Alexandria you and your daughter come face to face with the man who abandoned you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Forgiveness.

Summary: Daryl left you for Merle, he comes back when he realises he made a mistake and tries to fix it. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Bipolar beauty.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and suffer with bipolar. You move to Alexandria so Denise can help you but you find what you need from someone unexpected. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of bipolar, self harm and mental health.

Heatwave.

Summary: You catch Daryl masturbating and decide to help. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Daryl x Lucy.

Request: Can you do one where a girl name Lucy and Daryl are married and they’re in Alexandria but they have an argument. So Deanna is having her welcome party but then Lucy is worried about Daryl so she goes to go look for him and when they meet in the street, they admit that they were sorry to each other and they have make up, passionate, rough sex? Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Mine.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous and makes his feelings known . Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Asshole.

Summary: A guy at the prison is bothering you and Daryl finds out and gets mad. Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff.

Shy.

Summary: You and Daryl like each other but you’re too shy and end up avoiding him. He gets the wrong idea and confronts you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Hero.

Summary: Daryl and Rick save you from your own group. Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Let’s talk about sex.

Summary: You and Daryl are in a relationship and are both virgin’s. Pre apocalypse. Warnings: Swearing, smut, fluff.

Jane doe. Part 1

Summary: You lose your memory and Daryl finds you in the woods. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Home.

Summary: You and Daryl are friends and you get separated at the fall of the prison. You meet back in Alexandria and confess your feelings.

Don’t give up.

Summary: Daryl stops you from killing yourself and admits his feelings. Warnings: Mentions suicide, sadness, fluff and smut.

Request: Anon.

Can I get an imagine where ur at Alexandria and in ur own house with daryl and u get bad nightmares one night and u wake him up thanks Hun xx

Request: @caylynn1122

Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl.

Request: Anon.

Can I get a daryl imagine where youre arguing and say you find out about his backscars(I dunno his shirt rips or sum)and he suddenly becomes this sad wounded puppy and there’s a lot of crying and hugging and feelings are admitted? Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, fighting, swearing

Goodbye (Daryl request)

Can I request an imagine where Daryl dies at the end? And the whole imagine is basically fluff and angst

Nobody (Daryl request)

Can you do one where you are talking about the past and you talk about your successful career and he gets embarrassed because he was a no one? All fluffy and sentimental

Daryl request;

Could I get a really sweet imagine with Daryl? Like the reader and him are friends, and he sees that she’s having a very bad day. Like she’s stressed and depressed and so done with everything. Maybe it ends with them cuddling and maybe a relationship. It’s up to you really! : )

Sugar. Honey. Ice. and Tea (Daryl Drabble.)

Dark Ages

Summary;Can you do a Daryl x reader where the reader gets a small cold and daryl becomes extremely over protective which annoys the reader and ends in fluff??

Seahorse

Summary; 47 - “Hold my hand until it’s over?” The reader is in labor with hers and Murphy’s or Daryl’s first child and is really scared. They asked #47 and he does. The have a healthy baby G/B.

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

Summary; Can you do a Daryl x Reader Imagine where the reader has been with Rick for awhile and catches him cheating on her with Jessie and falls out of love w her. And then the reader confides in Daryl about it who makes her feel better, Daryl x Reader smut if possible… Love your stories! <3

Eat like a damn horse

Summary;#12 with Daryl? Thank you! I don’t mean to spam you all the time, sorry. 💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

That’s What You Get

Summary; Can I request an imagine where Daryl is secretly in love with you and only Rick and Carol know but he’s been avoiding you cuz he thinks you like Glenn and he blows up one day cuz Rick and Carol is pushing him to tell you and you overhear everything

Cuffs

Summary; The reader and Daryl were together before the apocalypse, and the reader turns up at the Atlanta group after Merle and Daryl had joined, Daryl and the reader get a cute reunion but it’s ruined because Merle has always hated the reader for no reason

Eye Spy

Summary; The reader and daryl have a thing going on and you have to share a tent at the farm and one night daryl can’t sleep at all and he sees it really cold one and he keeps u warm it’s all cute and fluffy thank you xx

Unstuck

Summary; Could you do a Daryl x female reader fic. Kinda like Beth and Daryl in season 4 but now it’s with reader. Somehow Daryl and reader get separated from the rest and he’s being a dick because he has feelings for reader. With some fluffy smut at the end?

Multi chap Daryl fics;

Let The Flames Begin

Charlene gets stuck with the Dixons at the end of the world. She has to deal with the new world whilst dealing with Merle being his usual self, and Daryl having his intense need to protect her. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)

(Chapter 14)

(Chapter 15)

(Chapter 16)

(Chapter 17)

(Chapter 18)

(Chapter 19)

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

(Chapter 22)

(Chapter 23)

(Chapter 24)

(Chapter 25)

(Chapter 26)

(Chapter 27)

(Chapter 28)

(Chapter 29)

(Chapter 30)

(Chapter 31)

(Chapter 32)

(Chapter 33)

(Chapter 34)

Cat Scratch Fever (Companion piece to Let The Flames Begin)

Into My Web (temporary hiatus)

Arabella has been part of the family since the farm. Despite the time passed and the fact they were now settled in the prison, a certain gruff hunter still hates her. Some say there's a fine line between love and hate, and they might just be right. Daryl/OC Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Lunacy Fringe

Zoey gets saved by Rick and Daryl from the hands of her captors. She needs to learn to deal with her trauma, all while finding herself depending on one of the men that saved her a little too much. Daryl/OC. Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Chap 7

Chap 8

Chap 9

Chap 10

Chap 11

Chap 12

Chap 13

Murphy MacManus imagines;

Whiskey and Church. Part 1.

Whiskey and church. Part 2.

“10. One finds the others blog. Hilarity ensues.” (Drabble.)

Rocco. (Not Murphyxreader. Short drabble told from Murphy’s POV.)

Request; Fic of Smutty Murph in Cinema maybe? ;-)

BDS Murphy X reader- she's really innocent and sweet and he really likes her (they're dating) but Connor doesn't approve saying she's negatively affecting his efficiency and Murphy says he'll do anything for Connor to at least meet her. After they meet Connor changes his views and approves of their relationship

Murphy request;

Hello! Just found this blog and really like it. Totally enjoying Whiskey and Church. Really like how you write the Irish accent/Gaelic. May I request a Murphy/reader were the OC has a thing for his accent and loves to hear him talk/whisper in her ear? Please and thank you. P.s. hope you feel'n better

Connor Imagines;

3. They get stuck in an elevator. With Connor, Smutty please.

Protector. (Not ConnorxReader. Short drabble told from Connors POV.)

7. One’s forced to show them around the school on the first day.

A lesson.

Conphy;

Sickness and soup.

Request: Connor taking care of Murphy when he’s sick. Warnings: Fluff, conphy cuteness.

Murphy/Reader/Connor;

3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

Birthday girl ; For @risingphoenix761 because it’s her birthday!!!Happy day of birth, thank you for being born you amazing human. :)Continue on for some MacManus goodness.

Multi Chapter Fics;

Home

Summary; Murphy/OC/Connor, told in Murphy’s POV.

Home Chapter 1.

Home Chapter 2.

Home Chapter 3

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Anam Cara (Complete)

Summary; Summary; Luna has some unique gifts that connect her to The Saints. They end up helping her after she is attacked and they realise their souls are connected. Murphy/OC/Connor.

Anam Cara Chapter 1

Anam Cara Chapter 2

Anam Cara Chapter 3

Anam Cara Chapter 4

Anam Cara Chapter 5

Anam Cara Chapter 6

Anam Cara Chapter 7

Anam Cara Chapter 8

Anam Cara Chapter 9

Anam Cara Chapter 10

Anam Cara Chapter 11

Anam Cara Chapter 12

Anam Cara Chapter 13

Anam Cara Chapter 14

Anam Cara Chapter 15

Anam Cara Chapter 16

Anam Cara Chapter 17

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Choíche Is go deo

Summary; Summary; Follow Niamh Flannagan as she grows up with the twins in Ireland and watches them turn from boys into men. How will they both deal with having feelings for her? Will jealousy get in the way? Murphy/OC/Connor.

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 1)

Choíche Is go deo (Chapter 2)

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 3)

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Crazy in Love

Summary; This story is Murphy/OC/Connor but will center on Murphy at first. The whole story centers on suicide, self-harm, mental illness so if that’s a trigger for you please read with caution. This story is darker than the others I have written, I’m testing the waters by posting the prologue here to see if people like it before I post it on Archive and Fanfic, any feedback is appreciated. You don’t meet my OC in the prologue, she is introduced in the first chapter, but I felt the prologue was important for Murphy’s situation.

Crazy in love (Prologue)

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Such a Softer Sin (Complete)

Summary; Her grandfather's illness brings her back to Boston, and Lila gets more than she bargains for when she meets two handsome Irish twins. MurphyxOCxConnor. Pre BDS.

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter two)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter five)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eight)

Such a softer Sin (Chapter nine)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter ten)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eleven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twelve)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fourteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fifteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter sixteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seventeen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eighteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter nineteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty two)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty five)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty nine)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty two)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty five)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty nine)

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Blood in the Water (sequel to Such a Softer Sin) [COMPLETE]

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)

(Chapter 14)

(Chapter 15)

(Chapter 16)

(Chapter 17)

(Chapter 18)

(Chapter 19)

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

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Poetic Tragedy (COMPLETE)

Summary; Madeleine Ryan hasn't had a good life. Now a homeless recovering addict, the MacManus boys take it upon themselves to try and help her. Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

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All or Nothing (COMPLETE)

Summary; Savannah gets talked into signing up to a dating app by her best friend, it leads her into the lives of the MacManus brothers. Starts off Murphy/OC. Eventual Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

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Chemicals (COMPLETE)

Summary; Katie gets stalked on the way home from work and it leads her into the arms of an Irish man with smoldering looks. Murphy/OC.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

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Preferences;

Having a kid with Murphy and Connor would include;

Being in a poly relationship with Connor and Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Mac and him finding you using toys when he's not around would include;

Having a teenage daughter with Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Daryl would include;

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poisxnyouth · 4 years

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okay hear me out, me and hs dave hanging out at my house for like 12 straight hours spend the last 2 fucking the shit out of each other and after he leaves from sneaking out the window at three in the morning i look at my pillow and it’s just covered in mascara and tears from him fucking you that well ( i’m sorry i feel like i’m blowing u tf up and i don’t mean to i just can’t stop thinking about him🐥

no keep talking bitch i'm listening

bitchhhhh those tears would be his fave🤧 like he would hold ur face and rub that shit into your cheeks and watch it run

not let you wipe them away

seeing the wet streaks like fucking up ur concealer and foundation?? would be his KINK

#🐥

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years

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hxh RESUME

back at it again w/the hxh, heres my recap of the last few eps

ok so i totally forgot to recap that one ep at the end of the hunter exam arc lets see what i remember from like 3 wks ago lollll

i thiiiiink i left off in the middle of ep 21 lol. i really dont remember much tbh so im gonna skim the ep to refresh

exposition time! its so wild that if you lose ur hunter card That It like u cant get another or retake the exam hgabjdfuhasjf Ls

also the fact that you can sell it is rlly interesting

leorio & kurapika backing up gon as he confronts illumi again :’) good lil family

illumi u fool. gon is a shounen protag. he can do anything he sets his mind to

the fact that gon thanks illumi for telling him where killua is....hes literally THAT polite like...what a perfect boy

hisoka just fuckgin stepping out of the shadows....ok bitch

the fact that gon fucked up illumis arm that bad with one hand....boi is STRONK

AUGH AUGH AUGHHHH HISOKA IS SO CREEPY AUGHHH I HATE THIS BIIIITCH

ok but like is illumi implying that hisoka is a fr p*do bc uhhhhh thats so nasty oh lord. pls stay away from gon, and killua, and like everyone as a matter of fact

EWWWWWWWWWW I HATE HISOKA HES SO NASTY. PLS STOP MAKING P*RNO FACES IN RELATION TO 12 YR OLD BOYS.

no but rlly what IS hisoka gonna do now. im assuming he’ll show up p soon (tho probs not in the zoldyc arc like i thought bc its shorter than i thought)

ok the fact that they have the internet is hilariously wild to me for some reason....it just seems like this would be one of those fantasy shounen worlds with very little tech (a la one piece) but lol nope we can just google shit hvbhjdhjdfks

gon: it was fun when you beat me up for 3 hours and broke my arm! seeya dude!

i love gon he is so chill and doesnt seem to hold grudges except when it really matters (like hisoka and illumi)

hanzo has.....ninja business cards....thats amazing hvbhsdjkujfnd

dont worry pokkle, leorio was basically carried thru the hunter exam by various people and also won by default. he still deserves his license tho

an exotic game hunter sounds pretty cool! i wonder if we’ll see pokkle again. kinda doubt it? that sounds pretty firmly non-combat based, and therefore probably pretty far from any plot lol

so gons dad is a bigshot huh.....whatever hed be a bigger deal if he didnt abandon his son tbh

gon swinging his feet on the bench....sooo cute

so ging could restore a bunch of ruins but he couldnt raise his son...ok

im just gonna be bitter at this guy for abandoning the most perfect boy vhbhjfbsjhdhbfsk sorry dude but being a good hunter doesnt make up for being a shit father

gon is so precious ;_;

WHAT WAS SATOTZ GONNA SAY TO GON???

why does it look like theyre googling things on MS paint

ah yes, padokea, on the continent of Africa But Sideways

idk if i talked abt it before but the world map is WILD lmao i love how its all the continents/landmasses scrambled around.....im super curious abt that weird island in the top center of the map, thats the only thing that immediately sticks out as not having a real life equivalent

the music in this show is so charming :’) i love the main theme sm

gon is sooo precious i literally cant get over it. and his hurry to rescue killua is so sweet....and i love how naturally charming/charismatic gon is....pretty much everyone he meets likes him, especially leorio and kurapika, who basically adopted him after knowing him for like a day, and continue to be completely taken by him

ok wtf is satotz & co talking abt......do they know something abt ging that they arent allowed to tell gon???? shouldnt gon have access to the same info now that hes a hunter? i need ANSWERS

i bet this whole thing abt the hunter exam not rlly being over is a metaphor abt the hunter exam NEVER truly ending bc youre always being tested, or st

ok the ED continues to be So Much like especially the last shot where the 4 main characters look like theyre posing for a JC Penny catalog while the singer goes FULL metal-screamo

ok ruth and i just rewatched the next two eps woohoo

i love that there are tourist busses that take people to the front gates so they can like pose for pics and stuff vhbhjafdsfkj and its like ‘ah yes here are where the local assassins live!’ thats so funny yet it makes so much sense

i love that leorio passed tf out during the bus ride. big big mood

gon is so cute...hes like ok yes i understand that we’re not supposed to go in but i think they can make an exception for me bc im very polite.

those 2 dudes r so ugly and so dead god bless

that bigass buster sword....sir please

ruth and i rlly thot that the old guard guy was gonna turn out to be grandpa zoldyk or st lol

the fact that the dog managed to eat All their flesh but left some clothes....skill

also the dog is named mike but it sounds like the guy is calling him miku hvbjdfssk

this cant be the first time some morons have been killed here likeeee

i cant believe nobody has visited the zoldyk estate in 20 years damn they all rlly b havin no friends. depressing

the whole gates thing is wild. also that part where gon gets the math wrong on the weight.....BIG mood kiddo

ok the part where gons on the phone w/the butler is soooo good oh man. i love how gon just calmly dials the phone again after hes hung up on the first time and then YELLS....and leorio and kurapikas faces r so good

also the butler guy unfortunately has a point, it isnt foolproof that gon is here Legit....but he IS let him see his tiny bf :(

as ruth pointed out, the butler guy is reminiscent of kuro from one piece. same vibes

maybe if leorio was jacked like he is in the manga/1999 anime he couldve opened the gate that first time around....Ls

god i love this shows approach to Everything so far,....as ruth put it, half the time its like ‘oh wow they should do [x]/i wish theyd do [x] but ofc they wont cause its a shounen’ but then they DO do [x] and its like damn thats dope

anyways i love how gon is increasingly approaching situations with his Plucky Shounen Protag Attitude in full swing, and he pretty much gets shot down every time. BUT his general determination to see killua bc killuas his FRIEND and hes gonna RESCUE HIM is still a good and pure motivating force

like here, when hes climbing over the wall and hes like whatever i dont wanna have to deal w/being tested thats bullshit, i wanna see killua, my intentions are pure, im gonna try my luck with the dog....i was like ok yeah he’ll get over and like tame or defeat the dog and the guard will be suitably impressed bc nobodys ever done That before, and then gon will continue on to get killua

but NOPE instead the guard calls him down and explains that gon Will Die if he tries that, and then the guard will die too for letting that happen. and gon is like oh shit my actions have consequences for people other than me, wow.

and THEN the guard takes them in to meet the dog. and hot DAMN that is a scary creature. not even really a dog tbh. they did an excellent job making the dog Legit Scary and not just like, big and flashy looking....those eyes are so soulless, and the proportions are freaky

and the guard says exactly what i was thinking - that gon would use his Country Boy Woodland Creature Skills to workaround the dog....but then the subversion - this creature is NOTHING like the woodland critters gon is probably used to dealing with. theres no way gon stood a chance here. the guard just saved him from a really unfortunate death

i love all the Super Heavy Stuff in the servant house that seems so inconvenient vbhjdkfasjfld. also forgot to mention earlier but the guard guy being Absolutely Ripped was wild and kinda funny

training montage! gon continues to be so cute. and i love so much how leorio and kurapika are like no, you rest, we’ll take care of this. good parents!!!!

and then!!!! they sync up and use the power of gay love to almost open the gate. but then gon uses the power of Improbable Shounen Protag Healing Speed to toss that arm sling off and help out

i feel like leorio was side-eyeing gon like w8 a sec u broke that arm like a few days ago that aint right.....

oh man i almost forgot abt that scene with the zoldyks torturing killua :( :( this poor kid he doesnt deserve that

also mom zoldyck seems truly awful but i must say her aesthetic does fuck. the victorian-lookin outfit paired with the futuristic cyclops visor thing....excellent. also im betting this face bandages are from killua cutting her face

this family is so fucked up hvbsjdhjfbakdfn

killua telling his mom that gon is definitely gonna make it there :’) hes got such unshakable faith in his bf thats so good.....

back w/the gang, and immediately they run into more trouble in the form of the young girl butler, whose name i dont know, but i love her....her design is SO good oh man. a non-caricature black person? who also isnt sexualized? in MY anime??????

i love how gons approach to conflict is currently ‘let more powerful person beat me up for hours straight in hopes that they get tired or something idk bro’ like....i love him lol, is it in an effort to show how determined he is? he doesnt even try to dodge her blows or get around her....id be tryin to hop that fence lol

oh shit the tiny zoldyk kid from earlier is spying on them....she was w/the mom so im sure thats not good

when he punches the rock part and it breaks....strong boiiii

oh man that little flashback from when killua first came back and told her that he made a friend ;_; bruh

i love butler girl :( she wants to let gon but knows it isnt allowed....and as soon as she starts to waver BAM here comes mom zoldyck JFC that was so sudden and jarring....im assuming butler girl isnt dead cause that would be lame and anticlimactic

also IS THAT NEN??? NEN>>>??? NEN??? HM? NEN?????????

im so annoying abt nen i need to make one of those ‘is this a pigeon?’ memes w/’is this nen?’ bc thats me anytime anything remotely weird happens lmao

i do think its rlly nen this time tho

anyways shit is wild, cant wait to meet the full zoldyck family

PREDICTION CORNER:

as i said above i doubt hisoka will show up now bc this arc is a lot shorter than i anticipated. also im doubting that illumis even gonna show up honestly

i think we’re gonna have this OP for a while, as the part just at the end shows gon and hisoka fighting in what looks to be an arena, and ik the next arc is the heavens arena arc, which im assuming is the tournament arc....

also i have no idea what that weird building in the OP is but my guess is that its the building w/the heavens arena in it bc its tall and,,,,heaven

i predict there wont be much fighting in this little arc bc how tf else is it so short. at this point i rlly think gon is just gonna grab killua and go lmao. im super curious abt how thats gonna go down, considering that killua is currently strung up just bc he wont apologize...so i cant imagine his family would just let him leave w/gon. i wonder if killua will fight them, or if gons determination will impress them and then theyll let killua go (doubt it)

thats basically it....we’ll see abt the next few eps holla

#lj watches hxh #hxh #woohoo continuation

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