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somethingmissingthiswaycomes · 2 months

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I just read a post I would have liked to reblog for some points, but not for others — so I think I'll just muse about it in my own post.

The post was about the dichotomy of TME and TMA — terms I at first accepted without thought and then began to criticize and eventually grew annoyed with, then saw them as a straight up red flag because of how big the center circle of the Venn diagram seems to be between people who use those terms regularly online and people who use them to disparage trans people who were assigned female at birth. The crossover with people who use insults like "theyfab" seemed to be pretty big too. And it's inaccurate of course; you can't say anyone is transmisogyny exempt based on an innate aspect of their identity. And people who use TME as an insult (seemingly anyone who used it at all) seem to all be hateful about transmascs having terms like transandrophobia to describe their experiences.

But the post that made me muse right now started out saying that yes, it's not precise, it's not fully accurate, but there's something experienced in perpetuity by transfemmes, assigned male at birth, that isn't experienced by anyone who can convincingly assert that they're not trans women — and TMA is trying to reach for that, and transmisogynists wouldn't grant us any language to describe our experiences.

I've been wrong a lot about fundamental things, and realizing where I've been wrong tends to start with a feeling that there's something I'm trying to reject, because it's uncomfortable to me or violates my previous worldview. Learning I was trans, learning about plurality, the process of noticing transandrophobia within the trans community... and long before that, when I lost the faith I'd been raised in and came to recognize it as highly damaging. It's deeply unpleasant for these shifts to happen.

I've been getting a feeling like that lately, but I wasn't sure where it was placed exactly. Each time I notice a problem with my worldview, I get more cautious about what possible new problems could crop up. It makes things, well, more uncomfortable.

Anyway, this one post I'm mulling over phrased things in a way that made me start looking more closely at what it is I've been avoiding. Because my mistrust of people who talk about TMAs and TMEs came alongside a rising pride and solidarity in transmasculinity, and a frustration with people who deny the trans community language by calling us "transandrophobia truthers" and other closed-minded, bigoted nonsense. (It's so fucking frustrating.) So... I haven't been looking for discussions about the terms TMA/TME outside of the hateful context it was showing up for me in.

And this post I'm mulling over mentioned requiring language to talk about experiences, and that clicked. It clicked with me that, while there are a whole lot of people playing boys v girls 2.0 in all this, there's an underlying need to be able to discuss the unique experiences that come with every aspect of who and what we are — and we're trying to categorize, categorize, categorize.

Part of what made me decide not to engage with the post that made me start talking about this is that the OP brought up the idea of transfeminine people who were assigned female at birth... and how that's, to them, a ridiculous idea. The thing is, it's not, and accepting that is part of not overcategorizing. It's an unusual thing, but it's real, and it can mean different things. You can't restrict the type of people who can exist.

But it's true that there are experiences specific to one's assigned gender (like AMAB) and to one's physiological reality associated with it that, in an intersection with a specific or adjacent actual gender (like trans woman, transfeminine, or transneutral with perceived femininity), are important to recognize as, for the most part, unique.

My ability to be specific here breaks down, though, because I know from reading the words of certain intersex people that a lot of the intersection of transfeminine and perisex AMAB isn't actually unique unless you ignore intersex people. I don't think I can say more than that. I don't think I can get nuanced enough.

But I can use an "opposite" example to try to draw a parallel. Because there is an AFAB trans experience that isn't shared by perisex trans people who were assigned male at birth: the risk of pregnancy, and specifically restrictions on bodies with uteruses. That's a difference that TERFs like to prey on to drive a wedge in the trans community. They like to convince us that they're the only ones who care about that part of our lived experiences. That is wrong. And we shouldn't let that difference divide us.

In the same vein, we shouldn't let that difference being something that could divide us turn the topic into one that trans people who have uteruses need to sacrifice in order to stand together with trans people who don't. I think that's contributed to transmasculine erasure. The assertion that it must be so would fall under the umbrella of transandrophobia, a much needed term for the sake of discussing that.

Now back to transmisogyny affected/exempt. An argument I've often shared and agreed with and been fervent about is that it's just recreating the AFAB/AMAB binary. And I have seen people argue that no it's not, it's different, but in recognizing how often it's used that way by bad actors, I decided to ignore that argument. I'd say it doesn't matter; it may as well be that.

I think I've been wrong. And I've known I was wrong, in the back of my mind, for a while. My initial acceptance of the TMA/TME dichotomy had me making that same argument, so it felt like something I had moved beyond. Now I'm letting myself look at it more closely, I'm coming to a less accepting-it-on-faith understanding of the argument.

I'm also forming a new way of explaining my own experiences as a genderfluid person. Hopefully doing so will help to articulate what I'm thinking;

I am, currently, TME. Not in the literal sense that I don't experience transmisogyny at all, but in the sense of, "I have a body that allows me to avoid and avert transmisogyny directed explicitly at my person." I'm affected by transmisogyny in a lot of ways I've been working through for some time now, and it's for that reason that I still await better terms for this concept—but using these terms as I believe good faith actors do, while I'm not exempt from transmisogyny in general, I am TME.

But I won't always be.

I am a genderfluid person who was assigned female at birth. I started testosterone a few years back, and then I stopped because I wasn't sure how far I wanted to take it. I've been coming to terms with the fact that I need to go further and I may have to be on HRT indefinably to be able to be my full, real self... but I'm still also a woman. And it will cause me dysphoria if I can't present as a woman at times when my body has been fully affected by testosterone.

I don't know if I'll be able to be stealth in any direction. I will be affected by transmisogyny in a way I'm not right now. The difference between how I'm affected by transmisogyny now and how I will be then can, at the moment, be communicated with "I'm TME now, but I'll be TMA when I transition."

And that terrifies me, honestly. I had recognized that terror as being me internalizing transmisogyny, but not as me being afraid of it. I know I'll be more comfortable with myself, but...

The forms of transmisogyny experienced specifically by people who are perpetually perceived as male (or "supposed to be male") while presenting as female are more scary than what I experience now.

And that is worth being able to talk about.

And that is worth having a term for.

And I suppose "TME" and "TMA" are the terms people are using right now, at least online. Imprecise language is something we have to work around sometimes.

I do hope that the discussion can evolve language that doesn't so easily allow bad actors to use otherwise potentially useful terms as a weapon of lateral bigotry.

And, in general, I hope the discussion can move in a direction that discourages that more by rejecting separation of trans people into boxes based on AGAB without erasing experiences that come with AGAB. Categories are good and useful to a point — but not as boxes so much as colors we're painted with. You can't split people into groups based on any one category they're colored with without forcing some people within those groups to de-prioritize something else they are.

...

This feels like it could be a draft for a real good blog post, but I know I won't post it if I wait and try to rewrite things later, so it'll have to be the finished thing.

It's been a while since I tried to add to the conversation like this. Gonna turn my anons off in case of problems. I am OUT of spoons and won't be able to respond to any opinion about this, but feel free to say things anyway if you're nice.

#transmisogyny #transandrophobia #trans unity #tme/tma #trans discussion #multigender #genderfluid #I hope to God this doesn't get screenshotted by someone who wants to be an ass about something I said in here 🤞#I want these thoughts to be added to the conversation without having to compromise my mental health by continuing to interact about it #hoping that's not too much to ask #hoping it's not a mistake to be all vulnerable about my gender in a post like this lol #I'm out of speech spoons #Nervous to post but feeling like it's important #and a one and a two and a

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inukag-archive · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you could recommend some smutty fics that are also fluffy, I don't mind of they're completed or what year.

Also thank you for all of the work you put in, I've read so many great fics because of recommendations!

Hello Nonnie!

Thank you so much for following The Archive! We're so so so happy to help you find new favorites <3

Now to your ask: the main criteria we focused on when finding fics for this list was an overall lighthearted vibe with little to no angst. Some are funny, some a little kinky, and some are deeply romantic, but as long as the story included both smut and fluff, it made the list.

We hope you find something you love!

Everything by @lostinfantasyworlds (E)

Inuyasha and Kagome experience the exhilaration, intimacy, and imperfections of their first time making love.

Gone Swimmin' by Quickening (X)

A peaceful woodland on the hottest day of the year.

A shallow river flowing through the woods.

A naked hanyou sleeping peacefully on the bank.

An equally naked Kagome discovering him there.

'Nuf said.

Reunion by @mamabearcat (M)

Kagome was back, and Inuyasha was reunited with lots of things he'd missed. But one of them, not in quite the way he was expecting!

A Miko's Fantasy by Emmyyasha & @lavaffair (E)

A miko, a hanyou, and a forbidden love affair. These were all part of a fantasy that Kagome could not help but drift back to again and again. Tonight, her deepest desires will finally become reality with a little help from her own hanyou boyfriend, who is all too willing to play the part she has given him.

Dawn by Belizar (M)

Post-manga. Inuyasha wakes in the early morning to find Kagome gone, and sets out to find her.

Granted Wish by @knittingknots (M)

Post Manga. Takes place the evening of Kagome's return to the past. Kagome and InuYasha finally have some private time after her return. What does she want? And what wish can InuYasha grant her?

Something Real by Angelica Pierce (M)

While staying over night in a village, Kagome is confronted with the full truth about Inuyasha’s hardship regarding his social status and heritage. Will she be able to find a way to help him see through the pain?

Scent and Sensibility by Wenjohn (M)

He didn't hide his feelings to be cruel, he just didn't know anything about showing his emotions. Opening his heart was a weakness Inuyasha couldn't afford to have, not even for her. Until one night when a new scent was in the wind and he forgot to remember every reason he had for keeping her away.

Learning Curve by StoatsandWeasels (E)

Nighttime activities and internal musings of the newlywed couple.

Basically just fluffy PWP.

Lazy Morning by @akitokihojo (E)

Words don't always need to be spoken; body language plays a huge roll in communicating between a couple. Whatever it is that needs to be divulged can also be shown just as easily.

Together Again by @thornedraven (E)

"-I know I complained a lot about your fussing, but... when you weren't here to fuss... I realized... I liked it" -

Some intimacy between InuYasha and Kagome after being reunited after three years, rediscovering each other in some of the more intimate ways one can.

The Exponent of Breath by Avert_Ye_Eyes (E)

But she finally understood as she gazed down that dark ancient portal; as it sighed up at her with its infinite darkness; that time travel was not her personal conveyor, and maybe if she actually made a choice it would give her:

One.

Final.

Chance.

*The day the well reopened.*

Given by @dawnrider (E)

Losing himself to his youkai in Kaguya's castle puts Inuyasha in a position he never wanted to be in: Hurting the one person he swore he never would. Kagome doesn't see it quite the same way.

Key To My Heart by @superpixie42 (E)

When Inuyasha's childhood home goes on the market he will do anything he can to buy it. Including, but not limited to, getting his best friend Kagome to pose as his wife in an attempt to emotionally sway the seller. But will the seller be the only one whose heartstrings get pulled by the charade?

Chocolate Croissants by @willowandfog (E)

Kagome is searching for the perfect coffee shop to call her own in her new town when she runs head first (literally) into an arrogant silver-haired 'god'. A battle over a chocolate croissant leads to a playful feud, and when an incident shifts their relationship, they both realize they desire more than coffee and chocolate.

Nuts About You by @shikonstar (E)

Inuyasha has always hated drawing attention to his doglike attributes. But if the girl of his dreams is in danger?

He’ll get on all fours and bark if he has to.

Sweet on You by 00KuroiOokami (E)

Modern AU InuKag. Angry cop meets sweet little baker. Should he destroy her business's reputation, or can they make amends? Will she ever be able to melt his heart? Plenty of fluff and sweet moments. You better have cavities by the time this one is over!

Challenge Accepted by @mustardyellowsunshine (E)

Grumpy and bent on retaliation, Kagome forwards Inuyasha a spam email offering to enlarge a certain part of his anatomy. He takes this as a personal challenge and decides to prove her very, very wrong.

Slipped by @witchygirl99 (E)

“I was worried it’d be more of a sex thing.”

A sex thing. Inuyasha makes a face at the ceiling. God, why does Miroku say shit like that? “Yeah, well,” he grouses, grabbing at his cell phone so that he can look his friend in the eye. “Give me some fucking credit. I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”

Miroku looks, in that moment, far too smug. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Fuck you,” comes his automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. Begrudgingly, unhappily, Inuyasha sighs his next admission. “Not great.”

Inuyasha has a life plan that is viciously, cheerfully and quickly dismantled the moment he becomes temporary roommates with one Kagome Higurashi. Unsurprisingly, this is all Miroku's fault.

Ending the Year with a Bang by @heynikkiyousofine (E)

Inuyasha receives a massage as a gift.

Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs!

Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered.

Send us an ask (here).

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #smut #fluff

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applebloomer1 · 1 year

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To cross, how long have you been serving nightmare? And what's your favorite memory with your friends?😸

(This one is so long, I'm sorry.)

Cross had been walking through the castle, on his way to the dining hall for breakfast. Nightmare, still a little drowsy, lazily followed his every step. Cross paused when the message appeared, and Nightmare nearly bumped into him because of it. The king narrowed his eye. "They're still pestering you?" He growled.

"It's fine," Cross assured him, running his hand along one of Nightmare's slowly swinging tendrils. That made him instantly ease. Cross focused back on the message and it's questions. "How long I've been serving Nightmare... I think it must be around eight-"

"Nine years. Just past nine years," Nightmare answered for him when he miscalculated the time. Cross hadn't really been concerned about counting the days, or months, or years even. Nightmare on the other hand seemed sure to keep track. He was more sentimental about it, having showered Cross with affection whenever their anniversary came around. Cross found it ridiculously charming. Nothing made him swoon faster than when Nightmare actually tried to be romantic.

Cross snapped himself from the thoughts, realizing he had a small blush dusting his face. "Picking a favorite memory I have with my friends is difficult. We're so close-knit that nearly every day we manage to make a new memory to cling to," He admitted, smiling softly as he thought about his friends. How do I pick just one? He opted just to pick a specific memeory for each close friend.

"I remember when Killer and I were the only two here. We used to train every night. I started developing this strategy to knock people off their blasters by jumping in a zigzaging pattern," He recalled with a chuckle of amusement. "He started calling me Criss-Cross after that. At the time I thought it would grow to annoy me, but it never did. I actually like the nickname," He admitted.

Nightmare listened in and subtly smiled at Cross's reminiscing while they walked.

"Me and Dust have our own time together every now and then. Sometimes when-" He glanced at Nightmare, hoping he wouldn't take his following words the wrong way. "-We feel the need to be away from everyone else, we head up to the crypt together. Unlike the others, we can enjoy just silently sitting beside one another. He'll drink, and I'll read. We hardly even talk to each other, but it always feels nice to just have that calm company," He explained, voice bordering on a purr.

"I am calm company!" Nightmare complained. Cross made sure he walked a step ahead of Nightmare so he wouldn't notice the way he sarcastically rolled his eyes at the claim. "I keep calm all the time. Unless I'm annoyed about something." Which is all the time.

Cross continued on. "My favorite memory of Horror is honestly when he stopped us all from attacking Ghost when we first found her in the library," He said, remembering the way they had all drawn their weapons aside from Horror. "It's not as personal as the others, but it was adorable watching him manage to form a connection with an actual mountain lion. You could tell right off the bat that he loved her to death," He chuckled.

"And now you all love Ghost to death," Nightmare mused.

"So do you," Cross replied. Nightmare looked away, which just meant Cross was right. "I think overall, the best memory I have of any of them would be that time on the frozen lake. We had only just met Dust and Horror, yet when we started playing on that ice, we all just clicked. All of us had fun, and all of us talk about it from time to time," He said, voice soft from the amount he cared.

Nightmare tapped him with a tendril. "Don't get too lost in your thoughts. We're here," He pointed out, nodding at the dinning hall doors. Cross nodded and waved off the message so he could join his friends for breakfast.

As soon as he opened the door, Ghost affectionately tackled him.

#loyal servant #crossmare #character ask

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miraiq · 1 month

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

repost, do not reblog this

NAME: Prince/Jehr/PJ. PJ is just a combo of the two alias' first letters. Jehr was my original when I first started out using aliases ever, which was created for me by my best friend at the time. I slowly tried to make a new alias for other muses I wanted to write without having them be associated with me-- for some reason? Wanted to hide or start fresh or something I guess? Same friend also made me take a HomeStuck quiz to get my... uh... vibe? I don't recall what it was, but the answer was Prince of the Light and I used that as my personal url for years, so I actually took the newer alias from that.

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord is the fastest way to get responses from me, simply because the app is always logged in on my phone and pc, while tumblr is only logged in to my personal tumblr via my phone. Any mutuals that would like to add me on Discord: princem0n

NAME OF MUSE(s): For my sanity, google doc for full list. Otherwise, main/actively in use muses: Severa/Selena(FE), Caelus(HSR), Serval(HSR), Kyo(Fruits Basket)

BEST EXPERIENCE: To be perfectly honest shit-posting/memes are always a welcome relief and the best way to destress. I recall previously that myself and group of fellow hooligans would constantly make photoshop edits of stupid things that would go around on the dash. Example(s) of something(s) I made during that time:

But I also really enjoyed being able to deep dive into characters relations and how they worked against or with each other. Especially when it came to characters who didn't have their entire story brought to the forefront, like most videogame characters. You don't get to see the behind the scenes stuff with them, most the time, so it's fun to see how they could have gone about or reacted to different situations/after the fact/how it affected them.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Lack of communication. Sometimes I forget things, so I'll typically come ask for an answer or reconfirming that I didn't miss something or misinterpret anything. If there is an issue, I am begging, please just approach me. I often will do this if I have a problem, all I ask is the same in return. I can't stand constantly being left on read, especially when trying to discuss stuff plot related. We can't be on the same page if we don't have conversations going BOTH WAYS.

Other than that I'm pretty relaxed. I, as a slow writer, won't hound people practically ever for responses. We're adults, life happens, things come up, muses hide or aren't as strong as others. As long as you aren't actively ignoring me/our threads, there's no problem. If I don't see you posting at all then I know you just need a breather and that is A-OKAY. This is a hobby for fun. Why be fussy and cause problems due to impatience? I guess that is another pet peeve- impatience- lmao.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Bottoms. I notice myself writing of lot of "tsundere" types? Or redheads. I just love them. Misunderstood but fight against the world because they don't want anyone to know that they're broken.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both. Both is good. Everything in balance. I used to meme a lot, and I've definitely toned it down. But I don't know, sometimes getting too serious or having too many think-hard-about threads can be tiring, and lil shitposting is a good breather to be able to let you get back on with it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both are nice. I tend to overwrite, simply because my style will typically go into my muse's thought process(es), or if the thread is still being established, I try to set the scene or give background information. But, short replies are nice. Gives you a small thing to work on and take a rest between lengthier threads. That's also why I like random inbox prompts. Not all of them have to go anywhere- just gives you a space to do something else aside from your drafts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I am absolutely not a morning person. Night owl to the max. You will see me up still at 3am more often than not. I typically wake up around 10am-1pm, so I'm usually writing right around dinner.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In some aspects, sure. Not entirely like one-for-one with any muse, but there's always at least a piece of myself in each muses. Helps write them better, in my opinion. Only exceptions typically being any "self-insert" like characters. (ie. Robin/Avatar from Fire Emblem: Awakening). Most of those characters still have a base personality to them though, so unless you completely customize them, they're still pretty "how do YOU respond" choices change how they are.

Tagged by: Stealing dis from Rath Tagging: Yo who wants to let me know their lore?

#( ooc. )#in honor of munday jazzhands #checks watch oh its already 8pm #welp its still munday regardless #sb: hi nice to meet you whats your name?#me: gives entire backstory #sb: ..... i just want to know your name my guy #if you see any spelling mistakes or grammar uh no you dont gunemoji #ya boy is EEPY okay

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Jesse Cash and Ghost Atlas:

Album is already out now! Made this last night, so I'm posting late.

But I felt compelled to speak about this thing I put so much of myself into and love so much.

Please excuse the sound of the dishwasher

(via Instagram) (full transcript under the cut)

Jesse Cash:

Hey. So, tonight is the night that, uh, my Ghost Atlas record finally comes out. Um, I'm going to try to trim the fat on this, but I'm not going to make it too much of a priority to keep it short, to be honest. So, if you stick around, you're a -- you're a real one. Thanks.

Um, I just, uh -- it was a long time coming. I mean, I know I've been talking about this record for, god, over two years now. And, um, it just feels so good that it's finally out. I, um -- I got to say, this one is my favorite. This is -- this is the one. This is the record that I feel most proud of. Um, it's very -- it's very vulnerable, nowadays, to share music. It's become something I've grown increasingly neurotic about. It's -- it's part of what took this record so long to -- to come out, because I was just constantly changing, and adding, and finessing, and trying to get things dialed in right. And it just never felt finished to me, and I never felt like I could be satisfied with it. And that's become a bit of a curse, in recent years, that I get kind of fixated on, and -- um, it's just -- it's just, like, hard -- it's hard, these days, to share music. It just feels like such a vulnerable act, and um, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, uh, you know, a bit attuned to -- to criticism, especially when it mirrors my own insecurities that I may have about things that I make.

What's so -- with that said, what's so wonderful about this record, and the magic that I've already found in this record, even before it's come out, is that I don't think anything could -- could hurt me, as far as critical perspective, or uh, you know, like -- I don't think I can be hurt over this one. I just -- I love it that much. And I love the way it sounds. I love -- I love the mix that Joseph McQueen did with it. And I just -- I'm just so proud of it. Yeah. I don't know.

These songs are so, like -- at times, uncomfortably personal. I think that's why I love this project so much, because it's -- it's like, I love being able to do Erra, I love being in a collaborative space with -- with my community [laughs]. Like, the band is my community. Like, we're friends and I could never give up that space, as far as -- but as far as the musical creative space, like, with Ghost Atlas, it's just so -- it's, like, everything to me. It's just so me. Um, and sometimes that is weirdly painful, because I think I have a tendency to entangle myself in this stuff that I make. And as Conor put it to me [laughs], maybe fly too close to the sun when it comes to sort of engaging in the darker musings of the human experience, so -- so to speak [laughs]. It sounds very pretentious, but I don't -- I apologize. Um, I'm just -- yeah. I really hope you guys like it.

I actually wrote -- before -- before the record that you -- that you have here, uh, I wrote a first record, got about eight songs into it, and I showed, uh, Josh Gilbert and Joseph McQueen, who I did the record with. And we were doing pre-pro demos, and I was like -- I was like, "Guys, I have a feeling this is not my best stuff. I -- I have a feeling that -- [laughs] that I didn't do my best. Like, these aren't the best songs. What do you think?" And they essentially were supportive, and were like, "Oh no, they're great. You know, like, I don't know if there's, like, a single or if anything's really sticking out the way that the last one did. But, like, yeah, I don't know." And like, just that sort of response kind of told me everything I needed to know, and I just threw that record away [laughs], and we made a new record.

So I, uh -- I followed my gut. That's part of what took this thing so long to come together, is, uh, I followed my gut, and put those songs aside, started from scratch, wrote all new songs. Some of the songs that were salvaged from that first throwaway record were, um -- uh, I know a very early stage of Lesser Gods without any layering, Bedsheet Torniquet, and In the House of Leaves. Those were the ones that were from the previous record. But everything else I just overhauled. It was very important to me to get this thing right and, by god, I think I did it. I, um -- I'm so proud of this thing. Fuck.

Anyways, I hope you guys like it. Um, I really do. It's, like, so -- it's important -- it's important to me, you know. But -- but, like I -- like I said, you can't hurt me with this one [laughs]. But -- but, uh, I really do hope you guys enjoy it. And, uh, thanks for sitting through my long, vulnerable video. I'm a very -- I'm a [laughs] very happy boy right now.

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#ghost atlas #jesse cash #instagram #I adore him #I’ve been trying to post this all week???#in other news the import function on win10 from iphone finally fucking works #well mostly #i was gonna post the whole video but i guess it's too big #transcript is in a very loose version of my work format lol #this is actually my first transcript i've done for fun #which is weird #so... hmm #my transcripts #there we go

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stahri-light · 4 months

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Happy New Year 2024

I think a lot of you know ( maybe ) that I've been writing Ahri on here ( not this blog specifically ) for a number of years. And been in the RPC for a while before that. Don't even know what my first blog / muse was at this point to be honest. Felt like doing something for the new year. Wasn't sure what... but figured... why not do a little shoutout thing to all the wonderful people making this site fun? Both new faces and old.

I'm grateful for the friends I've made. Not just the ones having stuck with me, but the ones with whom... I've drifted apart over the years. Here's to hoping they're still doing well and succeeding in / with life. Ahh. The memories. And I wish that I could include everyone in this post? But my brain ( and Tumblr too ) would try and pull my spine out my throat. Just yes. A big thankyou to everyone I've ever written with. And the folks that've made me smile.

@rebelquilled / @charmerquilled

Can't really talk about one without mentioning the other, now can I? How long have known each other? I know it has been at least two years. Maybe longer than that since first stumbling across your respective blogs. Wanted to say thank you for... a lot of things. We've had good times and bad. Though you've always stuck with me and took the time to hear me out. Not to mention all the interesting plots / in character interactions we've had. Hopefully just a few of many, many more to come.

@violevin

New friend! New friend! New friend! I simply adore Kira! She seems like such a well thought out and unique muse. Had actually be stalking / admiring her from afar for a bit before breaking down and clicking that 'follow' button. So glad I did. 😁 And just noticed that you put music in most / all your replies and stuff? I love that little detail.

Hope you're enjoying your vacation? Japan in general is actually one of my bucket list vacations. If not the bucket list vacation. I've just always been intrigued by Japanese history / the samurai era. Gotta admit, I'm just a little envious right now.

@seekslight

Softie! Ok... where you get the pen name is obvious. You soft, sweet person, you. We've not done too much in character wise. But really need to change that. What little we have done has been fun. So many muses to write with. My god... how do you even manage to keep all their personalities straight? Nope. Just nope. 100% couldn't do it. Here's to writing together and having fun in the new year!

#ooc ( out of character )#posting this a couple hours early... but #*shrugs*

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mysterypond · 1 year

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I’d really love a Hurt Pariston and Worried Ging fic. Give me a sick Pariston, a minor injury Pariston, a “im having a horrible debilitating migraine and i’ve been throwing up for hours” Pariston. We’ve seen hurt Ging, but never hurt Pariston, and it’s about time the Pariging community gets blessed with some caring Ging. Not asking for toothrotting OOC fluff, but having a fic where Ging shows some semblance of care and tenderness underneath all the scruff would be nice, even if he’s super in denial. I feel like most fics out there have this set dynamic between them (Pariston being the obsessive one who chases Ging, and Ging being completely disgusted/mildly intrigued at best), and I get where it’s coming from, but it’s overdone. It would at least be a nice break from all the heartwrenching, angsty Pariging which plagues ao3. Either way, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. Hope you have a nice day!! <3

I've actually been musing around some ideas for something between them on the dark continent, though I was waiting to see how far togashi would get with his new chapters before I made any bold creative liberties (and then the chapters weren't focused on anything that would have been relevant to ging or pariston lmao). But something where they're forced to work together, I always joke that the boat sinks and everyone got shipwrecked so I did have kind of a shipwreck thing in mind where the two of them are stuck together.

I feel like traditional hurt/comfort is difficult for me to write with Pariging besides maybe a chance occurance, since I don't really see them in a domestic way. I've written them domestically for like, some of those tumblr fic requests I've done, but other than that I'm not one to see them in a traditional "relationship" where casual bonding can occur. But that's just my cynical take on them, and who knows I end up changing my opinion on characters and ships with the tide lol

But something where maybe Pariston's hiding some pain from him, and Ging notices and is a bit caring... I think this could be fun. Especially if Pariston is "asleep" and "doesn't notice" Ging being nice to him.

I feel like most fics out there have this set dynamic between them (Pariston being the obsessive one who chases Ging, and Ging being completely disgusted/mildly intrigued at best)

I honestly think this comes from like, Pariston's personality. When we first see him, he's antagonizing Ging about his son being in the hospital, + Ging has a lot of his brash "boar-ish" personality that he uses to just be a bit gruff and annoying so people don't take him too seriously and leave him alone, as seen in election arc. This contrasts his personality in the DC voyage prep chapters, where he's shown to be a lot more analytical and a bit antagonistic itself when it comes to Pariston. So I think while both are technically "true" personalities of Ging, one he uses with his coworkers and one with the team, I feel like people tend to use the earlier characterization. I think I use somewhat of a mix, my thoughts on Pariging have evolved a lot since I started writing them, and I'd like to play more into the Ging pursuing Pariston route for future fics.

It would at least be a nice break from all the heartwrenching, angsty Pariging which plagues ao3.

Funny enough I actually have about 3-4 angst ideas I want to write for them haha.... Lucky for everyone else, angst is one of the hardest genres for me to write, so it takes me quite a long time to finish one of those pieces.

#pariging #pariston hill #ging freecss

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elio-del-vecchio · 11 months

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@eri-mergo Eri frowned at Elio's answer. But what did he think was going to happen? That Elio would open up to someone he barely knew, who was frightfully insignificant compared to him? He'd thought that being just another deity might make things easier for Elio. Judging from Elio's answer, that wasn't the case. Perhaps if he opened up first, Elio would follow suit. Even if he didn't, Eri felt that sometimes just helping one person, whether it was merely listening, or something else, tended to bolster his spirits. To let him know that he was not too far gone, and set him back on his feet again.

"It's nothing spectacular. I've just been feeling a little... burned out lately. It's difficult to make myself want to help sometimes. I think... back home, I didn't have the best support from my higher ups. They made me feel like nothing I did was good enough." He paused for a moment to make sure the words came out right. "Now that I'm here, I want to help people in a more personal way than I used to. But I find that I can't do it with an easy heart. I just hear the criticisms my bosses gave when I try anything. Have you ever dealt with anything like that?"

That was the best he could do. He knew he wasn't the best with words, and sometimes trying very hard made him worse. But it was part of the truth, and Elio could perhaps give him some advice, and feel better about himself. Maybe even open up himself.

Eri listened as Elio described the spirt, a small smile curling onto his lips. "Ah, it makes me so happy to know that thoughtful people are still out there in the world."

"Yes, I'm a tattoo artist. I use a special blessed ink on my customers, and weave sigils into the art. As long as the humans have the tattoos, they're somewhat protected from demons."

Elio hummed softly and nodded as he listened to the younger deity’s plight. “I suppose I’m partially to blame if you lacked support,” he mused softly, knowing that as the council rep his decision to spend so much time in the city had taken him away from the other realm. Perhaps it had been a questionable decision, but it had felt right at the time, struggling himself and at odds with some of his peers who felt differently about Matthew Alexander’s fall.

“I once heard a human suggest it takes seven compliments or other positive affirmations to make up for a single negative comment.” Elio shrugged. “If that’s true, then I think it’s very fair to cut yourself some slack. Perhaps.. lean into this new job if it helps invite more positivity into your life? It might take time... But eventually...” He sighed, giving another weak shrug. He was a hypocrite. Probably. He knew it. It was certainly easier to give advice than to actually take it.

“Eventually things will get easier. I promise... Helping these humans?” His gaze flickered to groups nearby before returning to the deity beside him. “It’s rewarding and fulfilling.. And perhaps it won’t fill your cup entirely, but it can still do a pretty decent job, if you let it.”

#eri #//sorry old thread was not letting me friggin cut or trim or anything so new one

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hirokari · 1 year

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content creator year in review.

tagged by @daegall !! it's been so long since done a tag game holy shit

first creation of 2022. i'd live for you. || hehehehe first ever link click work!!! i actually like this one ^^ proud of it too!! written on 01122022 !!

one of your favorite creations of 2022. shirt || it has to be one of my favorites!!! i adore yuuta with all my heart and all i want for him is calm days <33

one creation you're really proud of. to the damaged, a lilium. || it's very different from my other works!!! i wouldn't say my best,, but i think i should take pride in my angst hehe

a creation that took you forever. christmas tree rashes. || though it may not be long in word count,, i really can't write works over a long duration!!! plots come to me in just a quick brief moment and when it passes,, i dont have the right mind to write it T_T

a creation from 2022 that received the most notes. shirt. || i stand corrected. i thought it was the hyuck christmas imagine w 100 notes but yuuta earned me 300.

a creation from 2022 you think deserves more notes. ham sandwiches. || ITS STEVE HARRINGTON. PLEASE. I LOVE THAT MAN AND IK ITS LIKE A SHITTY IMAGINE BUT FOR STEVE!!!!

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it. maybe, possibly, perhaaaps... || i've been watching link click since 2021 but i havent gotten the confidence to write for the fandom until early this year!!! it's so nice to see the fandom and audience growing <33 shout out to boba bub!! rly motivating me to keep going lately ^^

a creation that broke your heart. is that not enough for you? || haha i know ewww fnafff micheal aftonnnn BUTTTT LIKE CMON. AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S BEEN THROUGH ALL I WANT TO GIVE HIM IS AHUG OKAY AND I NEEDED AN OUTLET FOR THAT

a 'simple' creation you really love. promise me. || hehe knight jeno hehe who doesn't love a little secret love between the monarch's child and their knight heehehe

a creation inspired by another one. mmm i don't think i have any? i barely have enough imagines,, like one for every month and all those are either plots that'd just popped into my head or inspired by songs heh

some of your favorite content creators this year. ooo!!! @luvdsc i love miss cat's works!!! always got me giggling kicking my feet in the sheets hehehe,, @daegall all the hyuck content you need is right here, the no. 1 pit stop destination for donghyuck fantasy land!! @iwonzzi HEHEEHHHMHHNN so much variety!!! fluff! angst!! comedy!! so iconic. @dourpeep and @witch-hazels-musings MY GO-TO GENSHIN CONTENT!!!! i rarely follow any genshin content creators on this platform,, but they're both so sweet and their works are so fun to indulge in when i have free time ^^

#♪ tag game!#♪ rb!#♪ mooties!

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likeabxrdinflight · 1 year

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i am so very sorry for this but i need to ask: how / where can i find your cora rp blog ?

recently ive come into the ? fifth ?? resurrection of my (long time not visited) ouat fixation and cannot emphasize enough how fond of cora ive been since the first time i managed to watch this show

(its ok if it has since come to be a private matter to you though, or if it is no longer something you are comfortable with)

No, they're not private, and I don't hide them. However, I do use Cora's name as my online alias now. I've tried to wipe all instances of my real name and other identifying information from the roleplay blogs, but if by any chance you run into it there (it's a pretty distinctive name, you'd know it if you saw it,) I ask that it not be used.

There are actually three versions of the blog, the oldest of which can be found here: @sxmethingbreakingarchive. I made this blog in spring of 2014 and kept it through spring of 2016, at which time I felt like that blog was getting very disorganized and hard to manage, so I moved to a new account, which can now be found here: @sxmethingbreaking-a. That blog lasted about a year, I think, where I moved one final time to @sxmethingbreaking, which was the final iteration before I ended up abandoning the muse when I started grad school in fall 2018.

I'm linking you all three because there were story threads and verses that spread across all three blogs. Fair warning, some of the early writing on the first blog is a bit rough, and I don't really stand by all of my earliest interpretations of the character either. Some of the things I wrote back in the day were just kinda weird, I had some bizarre ships, and a lot of my headcanons changed over the years as both the canon of the show and my own personal writing evolved. I mean for context, I think Zelena had just been introduced on the show when I made the first blog. Anything I wrote post season five though (March 2016 onwards) I pretty much stand by, though some of my headcanons and character analysis got a bit...much. I was pretty obsessed and looking back, I'm not sure it was all that healthy lol.

There are navigation pages on all three blogs, though I'm not sure I really recommend using them because I don't know how organized they really are anymore. If you're interested in reading anything specific I'm happy to direct you to some old favorite rp threads, but to start I'd honestly suggest starting with anything I wrote with @villainofthisstory. She was my primary Regina and longest standing rp partner (and still a friend to this day).

To pick out an individual thread to read from start to finish, you should look into the tags on the post, there should be some formatting along the lines of ( thread | name of thread here ). Click on that, then, if you're on a web browser, go up to the address bar and add /chrono to the end. That will take you to the earliest post in that thread and you can read them in order from start to whatever the final post was. I admit, some threads never really finished.

If you're looking for headcanons or character analysis, here's the urls you want:

sxmethingbreakingarchive.tumblr.com/tagged/%28%20headcanoning%20%29

sxmethingbreaking-a.tumblr.com/tagged/%28+how+it+feels+to+be+the+miller’s+daughter+%7C+headcanons+%29

sxmethingbreaking.tumblr.com/tagged/(%20how%20it%20feels%20to%20be%20the%20miller's%20daughter%3B%20headcanons%20)

Finally, I really do not recommend trying to navigate any of this on the mobile app, it's too difficult and cumbersome and frequently just doesn't work right. Use your browser.

#feel free to message me privately if you're looking for anything specific #I can give you specific links to threads I was especially fond of #or that feature specific characters

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oftomorrow · 1 year

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1, 4, 8, 9, 10, 18, 19, 21, 22

questions for the mun ( accepting )

This got extremely long so it's under the cut.

1. What made you decide to roleplay this muse? — I got attached to Clark as a character from watching Lois & Clark and Smallville with my mom as a kid. I'd made a couple half-assed attempts to play L&C based Clark before, but it didn't really stick. On top of that, newer Superman outings just weren't holding my interest. I've always struggled to get into comics, Supergirl was trending in a direction I didn't care for, and Man of Steel was just... terrible. So I basically shrugged and decided newer Superman content wasn't for me, it's not clicking, time to move on.

Then Superman & Lois came out. I originally wasn't going to watch it, thinking it would just be more like Supergirl, but the idea of Clark as a dad was too intriguing to ignore, so I tried it for the first couple episodes. And I was hooked. This show just got it. I loved all of the characters, and Hoechlin just nailed it as Clark. When I ran out of new episodes, I decided to go back to rewatch Smallville and Lois & Clark and the Reeve movies, and at some point in there I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing Clark again. Clearly, this one's stuck a lot longer than my previous attempts.

4. What made you decide on your URL name? — When I tried playing L&C based Clark, my old URLs were clarkiswhoiam, kalelmayarah, and mildmanners. The first two are a bit clunky for my tastes now, and the third has since been taken, so I had to find something else. Superman is sometimes called the Man of Tomorrow, and oftomorrow was open, so I originally slapped it on as a placeholder to set up the blog. I've gotten attached to it now, though. I think it fits Superman's status as a symbol of hope, the man trying to inspire people to be better today than they were yesterday.

8. Text format or nah? What’s your opinion on that? — Nah. I'll do little things here and there, I like using italics and sometimes bold for a bit of emphasis. And I'll switch to small text if my partner is, just for a bit of consistency. Apart from that, I'm not fussed with it. A bit of formatting can look really nice and emphasize certain parts of your writing, but it's really hard to do well. A lot of blogs unfortunately overshoot and just wind up making their replies unnecessarily difficult to parse.

9. Favorite three icons of your muse. — I love all of them because I love his dumb face but I think I have to go with...

10. How do you feel about the interpretation of your character vs the fandom? — The thing about writing such an iconic character that's been portrayed hundreds of different ways in hundreds of different things across 80+ years means that there are naturally a lot of different interpretations. Some people are going to focus on different aspects of the character, and borrow from different sources, and that doesn't necessarily mean they're wrong. They're just different.

Usually I feel very weird about duplicates/variants of my canon characters, but with Clark I honestly find it freeing. There are so many interpretations that I feel much more free to just make this Clark my own. The parts I focus on most (Clark being human first, being a total nerd, the struggle of balancing his identities, heavy focus on family and parenthood, etc.) are the parts that appeal to me. And if they don't appeal to you, that's fine! You can go write with any of the dozen others that speak more to you, and have a good old time. I'll just keep doing my thing here.

That being said, there are definitely some elements of Clark's character that I feel are core to his being and should not be changed. And I really, really do not vibe with DCEU Clark, in the slightest, at all. That version completely misses the mark of what makes Superman... well, Superman. But generally speaking, I embrace there being a bajillion different interpretations of Supes.

18. Your muse's theme song. — I mean... (But I'd actually go with "Dare You To Move").

19. What’s your opinion on blog themes? How do you feel about your own? — I think they're great for making information more accessible, a really great way to show some of your muse's personality/vibes, and a fun outlet for people's design and coding skills. But they should definitely go in that order. A lot of blog themes are so caught up in the aesthetic that they're barely even legible or navigable. And lately I've seen themes (and carrds) that are so obviously just there to look pretty, considering when you open the elaborate pop-ups and pages they've still just got lorem ipsum in there. Why would you get this stunningly beautiful setup to hold your information and then not put your information in it?? I wish people would remember that ultimately, blogs are for reading.

I'm pretty happy with Clark's theme, tbh. It's not my usual style at all, and I usually struggle with light based themes (dark backgrounds cover a multitude of Photoshop sins), but something about Clark's just fell into place. I've been told that it's easy to read and navigate too, so that's good. And I love the little floating Supes. He's so happy. (Full credit to the original who made that manip.)

21. Three big no-nos to do or say to your muse. — Don't threaten his family. That is the number one way to get a very upset Superman who might not entirely hold onto his moral code. (The same applies to threatening his friends, of course, but the reaction isn't quite so visceral.)

Don't trample over innocent lives or livelihoods for your own ambition. Sometimes Superman can't take you down without destroying trashing the trust and public image he's worked so hard to maintain... but Clark Kent and Lois Lane will absolutely come for your entire life.

Don't call him a god or treat him as one. He doesn't want that role. He's just a guy. A very powerful guy, but a guy nonetheless.

22. Three interesting little tidbits or facts of your muse. — Clark's hair is as strong as the rest of him, and very difficult to cut. I haven't given much practical thought to how he gets haircuts or shaves, but I imagine it's a tedious process. (Traditionally, he shaves by firing his heat vision at a mirror, but that doesn't quite translate to live action, especially when his heat vision is actual fire erupting from his face and not the classic pew pew lasers.)

Speaking of, Clark's heat vision is triggered by anger. But Smallville had a much different idea, and made his heat vision triggered by horny thoughts. No, I'm not kidding. They made the same "heat vision instead of boner" joke at least three times across the ten seasons.

Did you know that originally, Superman didn't fly? He was so strong that he could jump super high, and that was how he got around. That's where "leaps tall buildings in a single bound" comes from. The first depiction of him flying was in the Fleischer cartoons from the 40s, as it was a lot easier to animate. And it stuck, presumably because floating freely is a lot cooler than hopping around cities like a kangaroo.

#tnott #this is. literally so long rip #( ooc )#( answered )

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starlightxsvt · 3 years

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Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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