#I'm saving up for an iPad but I don't have it yet

[bahrtofane]

Jude misses his spanish class, and that somehow ends with the both of you stuck in a dark elevator, legs tangled and annoying each other till help comes

Word count - 3.5K+ 

Watch it - ur trapped in an elevator with jude, lights go out, you accidentally sock him, fluff tho hehehe

a/n - shout out to my bff best plooki for sending me the last jude pic, its what inspired this whole thing. nmout 3lik kho

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Jude is late to spanish class (again) so he's forced to sit for the staff ones instead. his mom will kill him if he misses any more, and his teammates will only tease him more. With the amount of promotional content and youtube videos he has to film soon, he literally doesn’t have the time to skip another class. 

The only open seat is by you in the far corner, so he slides in as discreetly as he can. Which turns out isn’t all that discrete when all eyes are on him from the moment he steps into the room but it’s whatever. He'll live. 

He pulls out his ipad and takes notes like the good student he is and pretends not to notice your gaze on him. He sits like such a teenage boy, legs spread and arms dangling over the table. 

You haven’t been with Madrid all that long, you came along as an intern, eager to find your footing. Having one of the players all up next to you during class was not something you saw coming, you’ve met maybe one or two of them, after you got lost and ended up in the training facilities and they so graciously led the way out of the maze. 

You’ve honestly been so busy with just getting settled you completely forgot the players existed. And here Jude is.

You stick your head back to your notes and hunker down for the hour left of spanish.  You don't miss his stray gazes that land on you. 

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Jude is a quiet guy you learn. He chews his bottom lip and blinks a little harshly at times. He's a pretty standard run of the mill guy and you try to treat him as such. He leaves you be, letting you have your space and pays attention to whatever the professor is saying in favor of talking to anyone. 

When class is over you gather your things, slipping out from behind him and head to the elevator. Why the class is on the top floor you have yet to figure out. You like this elevator anyway, it's down the hall from the main big one that everyone crowds into, usually empty. Even though it lacks the big windows that overlook the pitches.

You see Jude jog to the elevator, you slide your hand out ,holding the doors open for him and he smiles at you in thanks, you smile back. It's silent save the hum of the elevator moving down.

Until it screeches to a halt, jolting the both of you so fast you land on the floor, legs tangled, things strewn all over the floor. Jude looks away while he picks himself up, helping track down your pens that roll across the floor. When you smooth your clothes down and find your footing, another jolt rocks the small metal box you're in. 

Jude instinctively reaches out to steady himself, his hand landing on the railing beside you. You lurch forward and almost land right on him again. But you manage to keep your composure, and footing. Thank god. 

"What in the world?" Jude asks, brows furrowing. 

"I... I'm not sure," you reply, your heart still racing from the amusement park ride you never signed up for. Does Madrid not keep their elevators up to date on what is going on. 

You both glance around the elevator, trying to assess the situation, and half waiting for another lurch. It's eerily quiet, and you notice the emergency button panel is dimly lit.

"Should we... press the emergency button?" you suggest tentatively, eyeing the panel.

"Probably our best bet" Jude agrees, reaching out to press the button. After a moment, a crackly voice comes through the intercom, 

"Hello? Is someone in need of assistance?" a nasally voice comes to life. She sounds like your aunt kinda.

"Yeah, the elevator stopped suddenly, and we're not sure what's going on," Jude explains.

“Ah okay, which elevator? There should be a number and letter over the doors.”

“2C.” you real aloud.

"Perfect thank you. We’ll have people get to you as soon as we can. Please remain calm and stay where you are," the voice responds before the intercom falls silent again.

You exchange a look with Jude, both of you silently hoping that help arrives soon. The minutes tick by slowly, and the silence in the elevator becomes almost suffocating.

"So... Do you have any plans for after this?" Jude asks, breaking the silence. Even if its a little awkward.

You shake your head, grateful for the distraction. "Not really. Just some studying, I guess. What about you?"

Jude shrugs. "Probably just head back to my place if they don't need me. Training was pretty intense this morning."

You nod, "Sounds hectic."

"Yeah, it can be," Jude admits, scratching the back of his neck. "But it comes with the territory, I guess.

You fall into a silence again, playing with the hem of your shirt. Jude tucks his ipad under his arm and sighs deeply. Now that you take a good look at him, it looks like he booked it right from training. Slides and socks on, madrid shirt and shorts. Interesting. 

You move to push the button again after what feels like ages, but this time the voice doesn't answer. 

“What the..” you mumble. You reach for your phone but as luck would have it there is no connection. 

Jude slides to the floor, sitting criss-cross applesauce and trying his luck on his phone. 

“No signal either huh.” he grumbles.

“Nope, we really just have to wait on them then.” 

“I hope they hurry it up, no offense.”

You shrug, ”none taken.” sliding to take a seat on the floor opposite to him. 

Little do you know you're about to spend the next 4 hours in this elevator together. 

—-

It turns out there is only so much small talk you can make in an hour with a total stranger. Trust, you know. 

After telling your life story, and him his, you’ve both run out of things to say. So you sit, drumming against the metal walls, taking turns pressing the help button and being greeted with the sweet sound of silence each time.

“What the actual hell are they doing.” Jude groans.

“Ignoring us.” 

You just might lose your mind. Your legs are starting to go numb, and you watch Jude  grow more agitated as time presses on. Thankfully there's been no more lurches downward, a win is a win. You get up periodically to stretch your legs out, checking your phone, reorganizing your bag, playing rock paper scissors, telling each other stories.

Jude is a silly guy, very competitive even after your 10th round of tic tac toe. 

“I win again.” He cackles. 

You wave him off, “Yeah yeah it’s just luck.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he smiles. 

He goes back to the red button, and once again there’s no answer. You’re half way to losing your mind. How do they just forget about you here? You try texting people, and nothing goes through. Jude walks around the little space, arm raised and pointing his phone up in hopes of catching a signal. 

“Oh wait I think- never mind. Not even one bar will hold in here.” He slumps back down against the wall. 

“I actually can’t believe they’re not answering.” You groan, head in your hands. 

“Me neither. “

You resort to looking through your phone for any games to pass the time. But you need a signal for just about all of them. Might as well clear out your photos right? Jude joins, scooting next to you.

“Don't mind if I watch?”

You shake you head, “nah, just getting rid of old pictures.”

He nods.

Now you just have to be triple careful of not accidentally swiping through any embarrassing pictures. You don't thankfully, instead your room back home pops up, after you redecorated it. Zidane jersey hanging off your wall.

Jude perks up at this, “Zidane fan?” 

“Very big one.”

He smiles, “me too.”

“I've heard. What's he like?”

“Zidane? Hm, he's well, elegant. Classy. He's a calm guy.”

You nod, tucking your phone back inside your pocket, turning to face him, “have you seen him play in a charity match with ronaldo?”

He laughs ,”yeah the one with that insane title, fat old ronaldo does hat trick.”

You giggle, “that's the one.”

He hums, leaning his head back on the wall and you fall into silence again. 

More time passes and you don’t think you have it in you to reorganize your bag for another time. 

“I have an idea.” you declare as you move into the second hour.

Jude raises a brow.

“Might as well do our Spanish homework right?”

“I might die.” he dead pans.

You roll your eyes, “its better than doing nothing.”

“Nu uh, no way. I choose nothing.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug.

10 minutes later Jude sits down next to, pulling his ipad out and getting to work. You smile, “see, I told you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, “can you help me on number 4?”

You do, leaning against him and walking him through the conjugation of each word, your fingers brush against the iPad screen and you hope he doesn't notice how you blush. 

Hours in an elevator with Jude bellingham what is this a bad fanfic plot?

You end up finish the pages of homework side by side and Jude smiles

“That wasn't half bad actually, thanks for the help.”

“No problem. We make a pretty good team huh?” you tease.

He snorts, “I guess so.”

It turns out Jude is really bad at staying in once place, he does anything but keep still, throwing his slides at the buttons periodically, and one even hits the help button, this time the voice answers. 

“Hello?” it's a completely different voice his time, male. 

“Thank god hello.” Jude scrambles to get up properly, and you follow suit, leaning closer to the little speaker. 

“I'm sorry?”

“We've been in this elevator for what, 2 hours now and no ones been answering the call button? Fucking ridiculous.”

“I apologize for the inconvenience, we've been short staffed and I clocked in a few minutes ago.”

“For fucks sake, thats great and all but can you get us out?”

There's a pause, and for a second you think they're going to hang up and there will be no hope. You will die in this elevator. 

Luckily for you the voice comes to life again, “would you like us to call the fire department?”

“What do you think?” Jude dead pans.

“We will keep you updated, but for now it's looking like a wait time of 45 minutes to an hour. “

Both of you groan, dramatically falling to the floor.

“You'd think Madrid would have better staffing,” he rubs his eyes.

“You think.” you agree. 

“Im so gonna complain about this.” he squints his eyes at the buttons, almost like he's threatening them.

“Hey it could be worse, you could have missed a game.”

“Very true.”

He chews his lip before turning to you, a glint in his eyes, “Wanna play hot hands?” he tries.

“Sure why not.”

You shuffle so you're facing him once again, You're up first, palms up while Jude hovers his hands palm down over yours, and wow are his hands huge, completely covering your own. The name of the game is to manage to slap his hands faster than he can move them away. 

And so it begins. 

Unsurprisingly, Jude has keen reflexes, and you only shake your head at him. 

“I'm at an unfair disadvantage, whereas VAR.”

He giggles, “VAR or no var, you're losing,” he shrugs.

It's just enough of a distraction to get you your first win.

“Lets gooo.” you celebrate. 

“VAR immediately, time wasting, yellow card, red card, extra time.”

You smile, “you're just mad I won.”

“Yeah you won unfairly. “He sulks.

“Yeah yeah, your turn.”

He sighs dramatically, but puts his palms up regardless. 

You're too focused on his hands, skittering at any movement, so much so you end up jumping and throwing your hands out so fast you slap him. Uh oh.

“Oh my god i'm so sorry, are you okay.” you reach out and cradle his face, a little red but nothing too bad thank god. You almost took out Madrid's star boy, you're just an intern, you do NOT have the money to fund any legal cases. 

You don't even notice he's laughing, giggles bursting from his lips while you watch on. His eyes are big, oh my god, he's got those big brown beautiful eyes. People weren't kidding. He's even more handsome in person. You want to kiss him. Oh yeah you're holding his face, you drop your hands away and roll your eyes, trying to play off the blush that's spanning your face. 

“I'm fine, don't worry. You got a mean arm, ever think of being a goalie?” he teases. 

“I'm going to be Barcas goalie. How about that.” you shoot back, though there's no real bite to your words. 

He only laughs harder, “hot hands really makes you competitive huh.”

“It wasn't my fault okay, you moved too fast.” 

He only shakes his head, “I think you're the sore loser.”

“No but seriously, are you good?” 

He waves you off, “nah i'm good seriously, you're fine.”

You sigh in relief. 

He snorts, “no more hot hands for you.”

You squint at him, “I'm going to sleep.”

You make a pillow out of your bag and try to nap. Might as well at this point. Jude seems to share a similar idea as he lays down opposite to you, tucking his arms under him and screwing his eyes shut.

It turns out sleeping on the floor on an elevator is extremely uncomfortable, and you get about 5 minutes of shut eye before Jude somehow has his legs rolled into yours.

“ ‘M Sorry,” he mumbles. But you don't say anything, wiggling your feet back under his and trying to get some shut eye. 

—--

At the turning of the third hour you get woken up by the crackle of the magic voice in the wall, “the wait is up about an hour to an hour and a half.”

“What's taking so long,” you huff, eyes still blurry from your sleep.

“We apologize for the delay but there's a back up in call logs and-”

“Yeah we get it you're understaffed whatever. Just please hurry up.” Jude bites back, nearing closer and closer to you. 

The voice fizzles away and the sleep has worn off you, enough so to realize he's almost spooning you. You sit up, but Jude remains as he is, breathing soundly as he uses his hands to cover the harsh elevator lights that beat down on him. You're surprised the lights haven't- 

You spoke too soon. Way way too soon. The lights go out within an instant and you almost scream, jolting against Jude.

This stirs him awake again, and he's oh so confused at the lack of lights. The secondary elevators are great, but there are no windows. Just solid metal on all ends. Leaving the two of you in complete darkness. 

“Jude?’ 

You hear shuffling, “Yeah, I'm right here don't worry. “

“This is kinda freaky now.” you trail off.

“Hey, we'll be fine. Look on the bright side, it's easier to sleep.”

You snort, “Yeah guess so,” But the ease doesn't wear off of you. 

“Here,” you feel Jude’s hands reach for yours. Feeling for them in the darkness till they're laced together. “Now it's not so bad right?”

You can feel your face heat up,“Not bad at all.”

“How sick would hot hands in the dark be? Just think-”

“Absolutely not.” you sigh.

He giggles again, teasing you is surprisingly very very fun for him. This is the most fun he's had all day. Every time you turn away while you blush only fuels him to tease you more. Out of all the people to be stuck in here with, he thinks he got pretty lucky with it being you. 

But as sweet as you are, the situation only seems to get worse. He uses his free hand to feel for the button again, and the voice comes back.

“The lights just went off. I hope they're on their way.“ Jude speaks.

“The wait is about an hour.” the speaker says.

“My fucking god.” he sighs. 

“Were supposed to wait in the dark, for an hour?” you can't believe it.

The voice mumbles another apology and Jude only tells them to go away if they’re going to be completely and utterly useless. And alone you two go. 

—-

You start singing by the fourth hour. You're completely tangled in Jude’s legs, unable to even see what's in front of you in the pitch black darkness, but you can feel him. And it keeps you grounded, keeps away the panic. He pats your back while he sings stupid songs, trying to cheer you up and mind off of the situation as much as he can. The teasing doesn't stop, and you're starting to like it. (You liked it from the beginning).

If someone told you you'd be cuddling Jude Bellingham on the floor of an elevator in the darkness after class, you're pretty sure you'd call the nearest psych ward. But here you are. You think you’re sitting sideways on his lap, while he sits back to the wall, your arms tangled. You've started to trace shapes on his arms.

Who knew an elevator would be the perfect place to bond.

“You smell nice.” Jude mumbles into the crook of your neck.

You hum,” thank you.”

“You know, this is pretty nice. You're a good cuddler.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. my rooms a better spot though.”

You try not to freeze up too much, but you're sure he can feel you go rigid next to him.

“I bet it is,” you mumble into his shoulder 

He laughs, easy and light, “You’re pretty cute too.”

“You cant even see me it's literally pitch black in here.”

“So?” 

“You're silly Jude.”

“So i've been told”

You get comfy again, sliding a hand to his back and scratching lightly. 

He melts within an instant, “that actually feels really nice…” he trails off, leaning against your shoulder. 

“You’re like an overgrown puppy, “ you laugh. 

He only snorts, leaning forward to allow you better access to his back.

—--

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the voice comes to life, and Jude is not in the mood. 

“What is it?” 

“The wait is now 10 to 15 minutes, please step back from the doors and do not be alarmed when the fire department needs to possibly force the doors open.”

“Finally.” You sigh, squishing your face into his neck. 

“Finally.” He confirms. 

After a few minutes. You hear the sound of footsteps outside the elevator and voices chattering. 

“Alright guys, sit tight, should be a few minutes and you’ll be outta here.” A voice says on the other end. 

“Alright.” Jude replies, gently getting up and separating from you. 

“We’re gonna need you guys to step back.”

You do as much, trying to feel for your bag to kick it away from the door. 

Jude rests a hand on your hip and you smile, even if you can't see it you bet he's doing the same. 

The doors are manually pried open, and you're greeted by the sweet sweet faces of firemen and security. 

"Are you two okay?" the fireman asks, helping you both out of the elevator.

"Yeah, we're fine. Just glad to be out of there," you say with a sigh of relief.

As you step out into the hallway, you and Jude exchange grateful smiles. Unsurprisingly people crowd to him and make sure he's all good. He waves them off instead pointing them in your direction. You insist you're all good, no injuries. After thanking everyone you slip away and begin walking down the hall. After all, you don't expect him to actually mean anything there. You just got stuck together for a while, and got comfortable. That's all.

You think this is the 4th floor? Down the stairs you go. 

The man is full of surprises. He catches up to you, shouting your name and closing the door to the stairs behind him.

“Had enough of me?” 

“Eh four hours seems like enough.” you shrug. 

He rolls his eyes, “so you don't give me your number then if i ask?”

“Only if you ask nicely. And I don't even have a Spanish number yet, I'll have to get yours.” 

(you want his number sooo bad you might explode, this can't be real.)

“Would you like to get my number then?” he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly shy, ‘only if you want you know you don't have to just because the whole elevator thing i mean-”

You cut him off with a kiss to the check, “I'd love to get your number Jude. And thanks for being so nice in there.” 

He looks to the ground, playing with his hands, “yeah anytime.” 

You hand him your phone and he takes a contact picture right there, with the most obnoxious contact name to match. 

‘the best elevator buddy Jude <3’

You smile, “I'll text you when I can, yeah?”

He hums, waving you off, slipping the door open with his foot and setting off in the opposite direction. What a day huh?

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[e-vay]

Evay QA Bulk Post 3

Here’s the latest assembly of asks, assorted by topics so you can browse only what interests you. Also, some questions refer to the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game I made, so to avoid spoilers for those of you who haven't played it, I put those asks all the way at the bottom. If you haven't played my game yet, please go play it!

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: E-vay may i ask which tablet mark do you use for your drawings?

And dreamylumi-art asked: Was wondering what is your favorite brushes In Procreate? Your drawings look so fun and bouncy that I’m interested in your process!

A: I use an iPad and I do all my drawings in Procreate now. I like to experiment with brushes, but the primary brushes I use come standard with Procreate. I use the "Procreate Pencil" for my sketches and the "Technical Pen" for linework :)

Anon asked: How are u and ur family doing? ❤️

A: You are so very sweet for asking ❤️ We're all doing really good right now. My dad's surgery went great and he's cancer free and fully healed. My mom is on medication that's helped her a lot. Things are also looking up for my younger sister (she even got engaged this Christmas!). I'm stressed but for good reasons hahaha I'm very thankful and counting my blessings right now.

twistedchaos101 asked: Hey, what’s your MBTI?

A: I just retook the test and I got "INFJ-T Advocate" for myself :)

karura-senpai asked: Have u ever heard of these new bollywood movies like Animal and Dunki which are popular rn around the world because of instagram reels and tiktok videos...

A: I can't say that I have, I'm sorry! My Tiktok FYP is very niche so I don't see many things about movies on there.

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I had not known about this before you told me! I just listened to it and I really loved it. It has that beautiful, 60's-Beatles feel to me. Thank you so much for point it out to me!

Anon asked: What's your creative process when going into writing / planning for a comic? Apologies if this has been asked before.

A: I normally start by just jotting down any super rough concepts/quotes in my notes app. If the piece I'm doing involves stuff I don't know by heart (renaissance clothing or certain landscapes or anything like that) I'll work on gathering a TON of resource images. That way I'm not interrupting my drawing process by repeatedly stopping to look up references. I try to do it all up front and have it saved somewhere I can easily access.

Once I have more time, I'll write out the script in a Google Doc. I break up the script by each panel. I won't always have all the elements ready in my head, and sometimes I'll combine panels or separate them more, but I can always adjust:

Once I have a basic script, I can start to rough out the drawings/panels. These are just gestural drawings; I'm not looking to do anything too detailed here. I'm trying to figure out what best captures the emotions/energy of the scene and determine the natural flow of where your eyes will want to read the art and word bubbles:

Then I move on to the "pencils." This is my opportunity to nail down the expressions and flow. Sometimes I'll realize the page is imbalanced so I will redesign the panels so it has more even weight distribution or make it more dynamic/emotional. I always draw the characters in different colors so it can help me make sure I know what lines belong to which character:

Then it's on to all the fun stuff: Lines, coloring, shading and adding text!

I hope this answered your question! It's pretty straight forward :)

Anon asked: have you ever watched the anime fairy tail? if no i think sonamy fits the main couple NaLu (natsu x lucy) really well, like as if they’re similar 🫶🏻

A: I'm sorry, I've never seen it! I don't watch much anime anymore.

Anon asked: Can you make different characters(aka people sonic characters/oc) in your own style

A: When I'm open for commissions, yes! I am not open for commissions at the moment but I plan on doing that this year.

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MISC SONIC ASKS

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: I liked the relationship we saw between Longclaw and baby Sonic in the movie, but I consider the movie as something entirely separate from the game/comic canon. I don't include any of the movie elements as part of my AU.

essycogany asked: What do you like most about Prime!Sonic?

A: Hmm, I think my favorite thing about him is how open he is with his emotions. In this show, he's very verbal about how much he cares about his friends and he doesn't hide it when he's sad or upset about something. In other media, Sonic has a habit of masking his emotions. I get that that's part of his personality, but it's nice to see this different side of him. (I also like how he showed more emotions in Frontiers, too!)

juli071023 asked: e-vay, what motivates you a lot about Sonic these years, why do you love it a lot, what motivates you about that character?

A: In the words of Young Neil, 'that's kind of a big question' haha. Simply put, the franchise just fuels me with excitement and joy and love! The character Sonic represents happiness and freedom and living in the moment and loving life to the fullest and I think that's such a great outlook to have. From a meta standpoint, I love how good the Sonic Team is to us fans. They engage with us regularly and put out SO MUCH CONTENT for us, more than any other franchise I'm aware of! I mean there are plenty of other great IPs out there, but you don't get the bombardment of games and shows and comics and social media engagement (etc) that you get with Sonic. I just think that's so cool! The fans love Sonic so much and the creators know that and reward us for our commitment. It's awesome.

Anon asked: So who do you think would win in a fight between Mario and Sonic

A: I gotta go with my boy Sonic! But of course it's better when they team up :D

Anon asked: How do you feel about the Dadow theory/au? As in Shadow being Silvers Dad. I honestly like it a lot.

A: If they're related, I think it makes more sense for Shadow to be Silver's grandpa or great grandparent. I think there are plot holes to say that he's directly his dad but I'm definitely open to them being related. Plus I think people can headcanon/au just about whatever they want, so I'm not against that theory :)

Anon asked: Hi e-vay, I hope you’re having a great day!! My question is: if there were to be a Sonic movie that’s only about Sonic and the guys but they were all being played by human actors, which actors do you think would suit them best?

A: Thank you so much, I hope you are too! Oh man this was so difficult but I put a ton of thought into it. And I'm sure there are still tons of actors I'm not thinking of who would be better, but here's what my gut tells me: Older Sonic: Max Greenfield [x] [x] or Jack Quaid [x] [x]. They're so witty and handsome and are built like runners! Younger Sonic: Jack Dylan Grazer Older Amy: Alison Brie. Even if it wasn't a live action movie, I so desperately wish that Alison Brie could be Amy's voice actor. I'm actually working on an animation where Amy is paired with some Alison Brie lines because I think it's such a perfect fit. She's sweet and funny and strong and sexy. She's on the petite side but she has that confidence that just commands a room. Ugh, Amy and Alison are my dream women 💖 Younger Amy: McKenna Grace Older Tails: Justice Smith or Cole Sprouse Younger Tails: Noah Jupe or Jacob Tremblay. Sorry, I don't know many young actors but I think they're both great! Older Knuckles: Terry Crews or Jason Momoa Younger Knuckles: Tyler James Williams [x] [x] Shadow: Jensen Ackles or Michael B Jordan 💖Swoon💖 Older Rouge: Ana de Armas or Charlize Theron Younger Rouge: Jenna Ortega or Sophie Turner

Anon asked: How old are the sonic boom characters in your opinion?

A: Firstly, I've said this before but I don't think Mobian age works the same as human age. I consider the Sonic Boom characters as all being what we'd consider as late teens or young adults. They all act like me and my friends did when were were college age haha

Anon asked: What do u think tails looked/acted during puberty🙂

A: That's what Tall!Tails is all about! I think he shot up in height and outgrew Sonic immediately. Maybe he got a bit more snarky and might mutter about how annoying it is that Sonic doesn't think things through before acting, but Tails is a sweetheart and I think he'd overall still be nice even while he's in that awkward stage of life.

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MY OCs/AU ASKS

@redbirduniverse13 asked: Hi i love your art 💖 My question is, are your characters aware that other versions of them exist?

A: Thank you so much! No, they aren't aware of any other versions of them out there. Ruff would probably be most hopeful to meet other versions of himself since he's into comic books and would love the concept of the multiverse.

twistedchaos101 asked: What's your ocs MBTI?

A: I have too many OCs to do all of them lol But I'll do it for Aurora and CC. As Aurora, the results from the test were: "ENFP-T Campaigner" As CC, the results from the test were: "INTJ-A Architect"

Anon asked: Question, how is Aurora able to glow ?

A: Aurora has photokinesis, which gives her the ability to manipulate light. This results in a lot of things she's able to do that involve light, but glowing is the easiest thing for her to do (and is the hardest for her to suppress lol). She was born with these abilities but they didn't manifest until she was about preteen age.

charlieangel345 asked: You know everytime I saw Aurora glow up, her photokinesis power changes color. It made me wonder if she feel happy, angry, or sad, her light power might change colors. I can imagine she can create rainbow light.

A: Absolutely! Her powers are severely influenced by her emotions, so the color of her glow would definitely change based on her feelings. I have her inhibitors glow green naturally, but she could do any color under the light spectrum.

freshcreationgarden asked: I like to think Aurora's favorite fairytale growing up was beauty and the beast. Something about a handsome prince who hides beneath a rough exterior who believes they are not worthy of love who is bound to a "Rose"

A: Oh that is just too sweet! That metaphor is very perfect for what I write for her romantic future ;) I have said in a previous ask that Thumbelina is her favorite fairytale, but I like your headcanon too!

Anon asked: Hi, something randomly popped in my head about like the comics of aurora and I wondered, has aurora ever gotten sick?

A: Of course! She's just a regularly lady so she gets sick like average people do. I see her as the type that doesn't get sick often, but when she does it LAAAASTS. (That's how I am and it sucks!)

Anon asked: I know this might be a weird question, but can it be possible if Aurora can do chaos control with a chaos emerald like Sonic and Shadow.

A: I'll be honest, because we don't know much about Chaos Emeralds, I don't know who is capable of using them or not. But because Sonic is capable of using Chaos Control, I'm going to say yes Aurora should be able to as well. I don't think it's a technique either of them can master like Shadow does. Chaos Control seems second nature to Shadow.

Anon asked: if we go by sonic underground lore imagine Aurora finding out that she's technically a princess/duchess. Like sonic always call her princess because that's what dad's typically call their daughters, but then she finds out and her mind just explodes.

A: Honestly, I'm not a Sonic Underground fan. I know a lot of people love it for the nostalgia, but I didn't watch it growing up so I don't have any ties to it and I am not a fan of the story. I'm okay if people want to headcanon tying it in, but it's not for me.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon said: Hi, so glad you’re back! Just reread Boom!Baby where Rouge mentions how hedgehogs have a lot of babies and I think it’s kinda funny in the future Shadow and Aurora have eight

A: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to be back! Yeah, Rouge really knew what she was talking about 😆 I bet she told Shadow the same thing when they were expecting!

Anon asked: Does aroura ever run into her ex again?

A: Aurora spends most of her life in a small bubble, rarely leaving her home town, so she would have run into him now and then. Again though, they were kids when they were "boyfriend/girlfriend" and you can hardly even call them that (Imagine like in the Barbie movie, how Ken and Barbie don't know what it means to be Girlfriend-Boyfriend) so it's not awkward running into each other. It's more of a "Hey there's that person I used to know"

prophecyhyper asked: When Aurora was born and Amy said "She's more perfect than I imagined" What did she imagine of Aurora looking like?

A: She didn't have an exact image in mind when she said that. It was more like an amorphous concept. You know somehow the baby will look like you and your partner, but there are so many different outcomes. So she would have daydreamed about all the possibilities: the baby looking more like Sonic, the baby looking more like her, maybe the baby having elements of their grandparents.

Anon asked: Will Sage exist in your AU?

A: Yes! I adore Sage!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: Hey Evay, I’ve been thinking about this lately. It’s kind of silly question. If there is a naughty and nice list, which of Shadora Kids is naughty or nice.

A: This was a great question and I'm so sorry I missed it before the holidays! This is all in fun, none of them got punished: Piper: Nice but ONLY after Santa had to give her a lecture on how she needs to not be a smartass and boss around her siblings Zane: Naughty (He did too many stunts indoors!) Nova: Nice Aster: Naughty (He and Blitz plotted to kidnap Santa) Blitz: Naughty (She finds it a point of pride) Diamond: Nice Cinder: Nice (He's scared of Santa) Boon: NICE! (He doesn't know the meaning of the word naughty!)

Anon asked: haven’t seen CC in a while, could we have more CC please

A: There will be more CC, I promise! :)

kbluetoons asked: Say, after reading your spindash lesson comic (which was really cute by the way), what if Aurora showed her kids how to spindash like how Sonic showed her?

A: Aw I'm so happy you liked it! Yes, learning to spin dash is vital to a hedgehog's upbringing ;) She'd teach them very young but then immediately regret it because they'd be spindashing all over the house. Now she knows why Sonic was so hesitant to teach her when she was little!

mod-bubamon asked: I know spooky season is over but how do cc and tails handle horror movies? Does cc Criticize every litter thing the protagonist do? Does tails even get scared after all he's been through? IF CC GETS SCARED DOES SHE HUGS TAILS TAILS FOR COMFORT??? THIS IS IMPORTANT

A: Hahaha I loved this question! First of all, Spooky Season is never over for me! ↜(ˈ╰ •ω•)╯ψ So bring on all your Halloweeny ideas! CC would not be fun to watch horror movies with. She would be overly analytical, not only of the actions that the victims are doing but how unrealistic the injuries/gore/battles are haha. I see Tails as someone who originally was afraid of scary movies, but watching them with CC has actually helped him to be less afraid of them. Now he spots the same flaws she does and they like to roast them together! Just to clarify -- CC does get scared of things, just not horror movies.

Anon asked: Hey, I rediscovered your art recently and almost forgot how much I loved it! I love CC and was wondering if you had any small head cannon kinda things you have for her and Tails you would share that you haven't already?

A: Well welcome back and thank you so very much! This question was not related to the previous question, but the previous question sparked an idea for me so I'm going to expand on it here. When Tails and CC first started watching horror movies together, CC noticed that Tails was super on edge. To help relax him, she'd take his tails into her lap and pet them to calm him down. He's not as scared of movies anymore, but he always has her stroke his tails while they watch shows together now :) Also, CC is still getting used to Mobian mannerisms and nuances. They've made a nightly routine where during dinner, she debriefs Tails on all the new conversations and interactions she's had with people and Tails scores her on how well she's adjusting. She likes the challenge and strives for a better "score" every day!

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SHIPPING ASKS

essycogany asked: How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on.

A: It does my shriveled little heart so much good! I don't know that they'll ever cross that line in canon, but I love how much their relationship has evolved compared to years ago. It means the world to me that Sonic considers Amy as one of his best friends and as someone he can depend on (and is even willing to think about dating ((in reference to that cut dialog line from Frontiers)). And I love that Amy has proven that her feelings for Sonic are more than just a fan-crush; she genuinely loves him for who he is and will always be there for him. UGH IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE!

Anon asked: I just wanted to say that I love love love your sonamy works! :D Absolutely adorable (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also, only if you want to answer ofc, what are your thoughts on the ship Metamy (Metal Sonic and Amy)? Thank you for the lovely food you bring and have a wonderful day!

A: Oh gosh, thank you so much! You just made my day wonderful by this sweet message! I do ship Metamy! After all, I believe in my heart of hearts that Sonic has feelings for Amy and Metal Sonic is supposed to be the same as him... ^_~ I think despite his transgressions, Amy has a special place in her heart for Metal. He's one of the reasons she even met Sonic in the first place! But what I'd prefer most is for Metal Sonic to have a Metal Amy. That way everybody wins 💕

Anon asked: Hi e-vay I love ur dr who art!! Question, do tenrose remind you of sonamy? Or do any characters or couples from the whoverse remind you of any sonic character or couples?

A: Ahhh thank you so much! I always thought my Doctor Who art got lost in the void so I'm so glad you found it! TenRose is my favorite DoctorWho ship, so I think by law I have to relate them to sonamy haha. But honestly I think RoryXAmyPond suits sonamy more if you reverse the roles. Rory's absolute dedication to AmyPond--regardless of death--was the definition of love, and that's how I feel Amy Rose is for Sonic. I can't think of any other ships that are good parallels. River Song reminds me of Rouge just that she's savvy and flirty. Forgive me, I stopped watching after Eleven regenerated so I'm not up to date on anything. If you don't like the Shadora ship then don't click this link, but I have drawn Aurora and Shadow as Ten and Rose before :)

Anon asked: Werehog Sonic and Werehog Amy kiss meme or a mini comic about both kissing in their werehog forms?

A: I kind of already drew that :) It's the 10th drawing in this post.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

penguin-evere asked: hello! this is my first time doing something like this. i've loved your art for a while now (probably since 2017-2018), and i love the new style you have! anyways, i wanted to ask if you've seen the frontiers twitter takeover, and the newfound information about shadow's secret like of some good ol' t. swizzle music, and was curious if aurora would be a fan too, and if they would go to a concert together! i think it'd be really cute.

A: Thank you so much! And I'm so relieved you still like my stuff even after all this time :) Aurora loves pop music and so yeah I could see her being a Taylor fan for sure. Although I don't take Swifty!Shadow as canon (lol) it is still fun to think they could bond over that music together!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: what was the shadora confession like? Cause I like to imagine that it was shadow who confessed and that he did it in the most dramatic way possible, cause he's our drama king.

A: I don't want to reveal too much until I've properly drawn it, but yes for my stories Shadow would confess his love first. He's technically loved her longer since he met her when she traveled back in time to save him so once they've "re-met" I don't think he'd be willing to hide his feelings too long. It's Shadow so of course it has to be so romantic and dreamy~!

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ASKS RE: MY GAME

Anon asked: How did you make the Trick Or Sweet Halloween Game, can you show me what you used or did to make it? If you can do a step by step that would be helpful or just tell me how you did it that would be helpful:))

A: Oh man... Honestly, it was way too complicated of a project to explain in just one answer. And I won't be able to explain any of the technical/coding side. I watched so many tutorials but I just couldn't grasp it, so my husband had to code it for me and I have no idea how he managed it. From a non-technical standpoint, I had to first write out the script for it. That means writing out all the dialog and also writing out every option possible. Even though my game was fairly linear, this was still complicated to write. What helped me was using icons and colors to help me know which actions would lead to which outcomes:

Then came the longest part, the drawing! I had to draw a variety of sprites and backgrounds and objects. Also, some of the actions you take make certain items go away, so I had to remember to hide them depending on the path you took. Once I had all the elements, I assembled them in a Slides presentation to test it out. If you're not doing anything too complicated, you could probably get away with making your game entirely in Google Slides. Mine was too complicated and I wouldn't be able to publish it to my website but it was good for testing. When it was ready for build, I had to make a comprehensive guide for Ryan showing what clicks lead to where, what sound effects should be played when, when the music tracks should switch, etc:

He programmed it in Adobe Animate. I don't know how he did it, other than he's just a brilliant babe and I thank god for him lol

Anon asked: Just at a curiosity though, whatever happened to everyone (especially Sonic & Amy) AFTER your truth serum wore off from your ‘Trick or Sweet Adventure’? Also how about Shadow & Rouge? Did they get affected as well?

A: They lived happily ever after, of course! If the two just told each other how they felt then they'd be happy (in my opinion) so they just needed a little magical kick in the butt haha. I didn't have any plans for Shadow or Rouge, but if I could cast a spell to make them happy then I would give Rouge a throne of diamonds and Shadow the chance to ease the pain in his heart (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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Thank you all for the questions!

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[louroth]

Well, well, well. Would you look at what the cat dragged in. (it's me, Lou!)

The time is here, and oh man, do I have a lot to say! Ever since this post was posted on my personal tumblr, on the fifth of may, I have been working like a machine on all things OUROBOROS. I had originally planned for this to just be a progress report/ announcement on what I will be working on now that I am free of the shackles of work, but, somehow, I managed to finish all bullet points, and more. So, let's get into it!

First off, the title.  Ouroboros becomes all capitalized OUROBOROS. Idk. It's neat. Next!

Art. Whew. I didn't think I could draw like this anymore- drawing has been more of a struggle than writing has been, forever, always- it was something I really strived to become good at, for a time. And I gave up. Only to pick it up again when I started ouro, and ever since I released that pressure, something just clicked and I have been churning out art like never before. I don't know if this is a fluke, a stroke of luck or if all that hard work I once did slaving away with menial art practice… but I'm grateful nonetheless. (A note on official RO art: I lost my ipad pencil somewhere on the lawn, lmao. I haven't been able to get a new one yet, so there is a slight delay here.) I am hoping that I get to make some commissions too, in the near future. Visit the forum to see some works in progress (amongst them, Yor's RO portrait!)

Onto the hellscape that is coding! I have been growing more proficient with CSS and html with the help of the ones that run so that we can walk; I have studied and researched and tested and tinkered until my eyes crossed, finding my way into this medium with the incredible guidance of the giants of whose shoulders I stand on. I will talk about this in detail on a later date. So I think it's finally time to reveal that yes, I am working on a twine version of ouro. I will develop it in tandem with choicescript; the porting over from one to the other isn't the herculean task I thought it would be.

Why am I doing this? Because I need to have a save system. I am continuing to write the whole alpha draft in choicescript in hopes that CoG will announce the ability to have a native save/checkpoint system, but if that doesn’t happen, I can’t publish this story without one. Unfortunately, I am not willing to code in a savesystem in choicescript myself, because this will be a large game, with far too many variables for that to be sustainable. Trust me, no one is more disappointed by that fact than me. If it comes to the point that twine publishing will be what I do, I will set my sights on writing a smaller game for hosted games. 

Now the meatier announcements!

New Socials!

Tumblr: You are looking at it!  This is the new, exclusively OUROBOROS blog where I will share all announcements and sneak-peeks, and future updates. I worked together with the dev of the theme and made it oh, so pretty and functional. Please check out their portfolio here, if you are ever in the market for sprucing up your (desktop version) of tumblr. They were a pleasure to work with. Amongst other things, it has a gorgeous header (again, only if you visit on web and not mobile) where I am showcasing fanart and official art. Go check it out! This month, I am showcasing a truly breathtaking art from KAIRELART, and you can find the full art here, or follow the links in the “FEATURED ARTIST” tab in the top bar.

I hope you enjoy this new haven for OUROBOROS! I will be answering questions once a week (saturday) and ramping up as I adapt to this new schedule, more on that further below.

My old tumblr, honeypeabrain, will revert back to being my personal blog. Feel free to keep following me there, but know that it will be inundated with shitposts, crass humor and the occasional poetry dump and personal post. You’ve been warned!

Discord!

By the good graces, this was ROUGH to set up. Working with discord bots is akin to wrangling code, and it was well and truly, a war. But with the help of many, it is finally all done and ready for anyone to join and talk to me and others about OUROBOROS and anything else between heaven and earth. 

I will also greatly appreciate if any future bugs and feedback are submitted through here, so I can keep easier track of it. Come join us! (18+ ONLY.)

Patreon & Ko-Fi

Yep! Ko-fi is just a place to toss me a coin if you wish to help me towards the goal of new PC parts to make testing easier, or to just show appreciation for those that have it to spare. Patreon however, already has a multitude of posts and will be a hub for exclusive NSFW sidestories that you get to vote on, loredives and extensive sneak peeks, Q&A’s, polls and weekly dev logs. 

Right now, there are only two tiers, but I expect it to grow as my story does. I have many plans, but I am going at a steady pace. 

Amongst tiered content, there is a (free) NSFW story with female MC and Idren to read there right now, if you want to check it out! I am mgoing to post it on tumblr and the adult thread here over the weekend.

NOTE: I stupidly didn't realize that patreon had a review process after I pressed launch, which I did just a few minutes ago. Sigh. I am going to post the short on tumblr and the adult forum thread as soon as I get to it.

It is not mandatory by any means, so if you do choose to support me, you have my eternal gratitude as these places will be the sole source of income for me.

Onto writing:

The best news out of this whole bunch is that I have worked so hard on editing and writing, that in the past month I have all but finished a two chapter update! I have a chunk of about 5-6 thousand words left to write, and I am going to buckle down over the weekend to see it through. I wanted to have it done so badly for today, but I lost three days of writing time last week due to still being weighed down with work. I hope it isn’t too disappointing to have to wait until monday for the demo update! I am going to post a link to an as-I-write updated demo on Patreon and Discord, if you want to see the ugly face of raw wip drafts. Otherwise I will post the demo update here on Monday with a comprehensive post!

And now!  the biggest news is… from now on, I am writing full time!

This is what I have been tossing and turning about every night ever since Easter. It started as a silly idea while talking to some friends and family about how I was looking for a change in career. And then, little by little, that idea whittled down to a plan, carefully carved by my partner and his whispers of a happy future, a finished dream project, and something to be proud of until the day I wither and die. 

Somewhere between then and now, I grasped a tiny sliver of bravery and held on for dear life. 

I quit my job as a teacher, and instead of accepting a cushy office job, I started behaving as if OUROBOROS and writing was my work (for all the moments I could afford). I have researched and tried different methods from week to week, and although I was still tired from work, I felt like I was onto something that could build into a sustainable future. 

I have no doubts that this journey will be bumpy and long, but sometimes all it takes is to take that first step, and do it with determination. It might all crash and burn and fail in a spectacular way, or with a whimper, but then I will know that I have tried. I will know that I gave myself the chance to be who I want to be, work on what means so much to me. 

And that’s it. I think the hardest part of formulating this post (I’ve written about 50 versions of it!) is getting to the point; the kernel of what makes it so special to me. So, in my heart of hearts, what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm gonna give it my all- and while I know the road to having a sustainable career in writing is rough and ever winding, I do know for sure that I am ready for a challenge, to pour my heart and soul into it until the day I rush out of the office screaming IT IS DONE. IT IS DOOOOONE!!! 

If you decide to join me, I will treasure your company like a lantern in the dark. Hand in lovable hand, let’s fucking go.

#OUROBOROS #ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #hosted games #CYOA #twine #dev log #progress update #honeypeabrain #smacking tags on this post like they're skittles im aiming into a beasts mouth #I DIDN'T REALIZE PATREON WAS GOING TO REVIEW MY PAGE (literally cried about it because I planned everything so meticulously) SOB #anyway :') but a small stepping stone on the long journey ahead #I am going to take the dog for a long walk and then upload the demo/spicy short as I say hello to anyone joining the disc #I hope to see you there :>

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barista suguru and reader has the biggest crush on him that they try to ask him out but got too nervous to do so!! however.. reader suddenly see him at a party they were invited in, and what does alcohol do to a person sometimes? confidence, and they hook up (eventually got together??) I'm not sure if this request makes sense, and English isn't my first language..

omg hi anon thank you for the ask - not sure if you're an AOT fan but @humanitys-strongest-bamf has an amazing fic similar to this w Levi and its god tier

anywaysss here we go <3

(The ages in this are all fucked up lol, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are 22 and Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are like 25)

content warning: Haibara and Nanami are lovers lmao, weed, alcohol, cigarettes, hookup culture

(this is my original drawing please do not repost)

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Being well known on your college campus is a blessing and a curse. You loved being involved in a lot of clubs and participating in social events. Going to the library or trying to study was nearly impossible with how many people knew you. However being a senior, you needed to focus and get things done. You lived a little ways off campus to save money and started frequenting a little coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment.

The first time you stopped, you had been walking home from class when a storm with bad winds blew in, and you decided to just study in this cafe until the storm passes. There are little tables all throughout, you grab one near the back and pull out some of your course materials and get started writing notes and going over chapters for your quiz in a few days. That is when a yawn washes over you and the exhaustion from late nights sets in. You figure you might as well get a drink while you're at this coffee shop.

Walking up to the counter you squint up at the menu board trying to decide what you're in the mood for.

"What can I get for you?" a man's voice asks.

Lost in your indecisiveness you don't even look down to make eye contact reading between Americano, Latte, Cold Brew, etc.

"Mmmm, not sure yet, I may need a few minutes," biting your bottom lip thinking about how much caffeine you want to intake today.

"We also have a list of specials down in front of you," he says politely and you see him walk away out of your peripherals.

The thing is, you're not a huge coffee person. Half the time it's too sweet, half the time it's too bitter. The caffeine gives you jitters and makes you anxious. Also sometimes coffee just messes your stomach up so you just have given up on expensive coffee places and opt for making your own shitty coffee at home.

You glance down at the specials list, reading them to yourself,

"Almond Joy Latte

Sparkling Green Tea Refresher

Pink Velvet Cold Brew

Barista's Choice"

You finally look up at the employee, a tall man that is turned around cleaning the espresso machine. His hair is pulled back into a cute bun and his frame is just large. You look at his hands, so large and strong with some veins protruding. He has a black button up on with the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattoos on his forearms. Matching it with black pants and a black apron, he looks kind of dark and mysterious.

He turns around and catches your eye, forgetting all the words that were about to form in your head.

"Still need a minute?" He squints his eyes a little and smiles softly as your eyes rake over his whole face. He has a piece of black bangs sticking out from the bun, pierced ears, a lip ring, amber eyes, and an amazingly chiseled jaw. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out and you can feel the heat spread across your cheeks.

"Uh, I, sorry," you shake your head and try to laugh at your own stupor, "Can I do the barista's choice?"

He nods, "Any preferences?"

"Uhm, no, whatever you like," you completely lie through your teeth trying to seem chill. He taps in the order on the iPad at the register and flips it over for you to pay and sign. At least it isn't too expensive if you don't like it, but you eagerly press the "25%" tip button hoping Mr. tall, dark, and handsome appreciates it.

"I'll bring it over to you when it's ready," he smiles and nods his head towards where you were seated.

"Thanks," you smile awkwardly walking back to your course materials, although it's not like you'll be focusing on anything other than the barista soon. You not-so-casually watch him work, obsessed with a man you've hardly spoken to once.

A few minutes later he brings over a cute tea cup and saucer, and you immediately smile when he sets it down, seeing the little design on top.

"It's a dirty chai...like a chai tea latte with a shot of espresso in it and a little special touch. Let me know if you like it."

The man smirks and walks away before you can even properly thank him. You burn your tongue eagerly taking a sip too soon, trying to find another excuse to talk to him. You try to take your mind off of it by scrolling through instagram for a bit while drinking your latte but around this time of year its all couples and engagements and babies which only adds to how down bad you feel. You get a text from your friend Nobara letting you know that a friend of her friend, Megumi, is having a party Friday and the friend told Megumi who told Nobara that they could bring whoever. After deciphering the word vomit of a text she sent you you send back a "thumbs up emoji" letting her know you'll be there because nobody else has invited you anywhere yet.

You finish your drink and decide to pack up your stuff and head home, a few blocks in the rain won't hurt you. It might cool you off from thinking about the dreamy barista you just met. You set the cute mug on the counter, and he turns around when he hears the noise. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking 'how was it?'

"It was great," you smile, "uhm, have a good one," you slightly shrug and turn around to go before he can add anything, just like he did to you earlier.

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The next few days are uneventful, you walk by the coffee shop every day on your way to campus, wondering if he is working or if you should go in, but not wanting to struggle to pick a drink or pay for coffee again.

On Friday Nobara walks back to your apartment with you, she commutes in to town so whenever there is a party or something going on she crashes on your couch. She eyes the little cafe, "Want coffee? I think tonight might be pretty fun from the sounds of it!" She practically squeals and you find it adorable how excited she is. "Sure" you grumble, holding the door open for her.

She waltzes right up to the counter, decisive as always, and knows exactly what she wants. You trail behind her, not seeing any employees at the counter, squinting up at the menu board yet again. That's when you hear giggling come from the back room and see the handsome barista come out with some supplies, followed by a cute girl with a short brown bob who seems to be helping him.

You can't help but think about his beautiful laugh, and how you can hear it again.

"See ya tonight Shoko" he says, putting his apron back on and refocusing his attention to Nobara.

"Bye Geto!" This so called Shoko calls back to him as she walks out the front door. You cant help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way he was in the backroom with his apron off and laughing with a girl.

Like girl - quit being delusional, you just heard his name for the first time and he probably doesn't even know who you are.

"Y/n, what do you want?" Nobara interrupts your talk with yourself.

"I'll have what she's having," you say overly confident, smiling at Geto. They both side eye you and you just remain oblivious, opting to go on your phone as you let your friend pay for your coffee as payment for her 'hotel' for the night. The two of you move out of the way and stand off to the side waiting for your drinks while Nobara talks about how Megumi's other friend Yuji is going to be there tonight with his big brother Sukuna and how excited she is because they're both sooo attractive. You nod your head along with what she says while scrolling on your phone. It's not that you don't care what she's saying, it's just that she knows so much about everything. All the gossip on campus is at your fingertips because of her, good or bad. You zone out staring at whatever drinks the barista is making, watching his damn good looking hands do his job. He walks over to you with two cups and you can't help but just stare at him. His outfit today consists of jeans and a tight black tshirt with a flannel jacket over top.

"Two iced matcha lattes with coconut milk and a strawberry cold foam on top," He smiles as Nobara eagerly grabs both of the drinks and hands one to you.

She sips it right away, "This is the best I've ever had thank youuu," she dramatically draws out while pulling you out the door heading to your apartment again. You look back to see him watching you leave and give a small wave with the hand that is holding your drink. You can't tell if you're imagining it but you think you see a faint blush over his cheeks.

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You and Nobara enjoy your typical pregame activities, getting ready together, listening to music, and sharing a blunt.

"The guy at the coffee shop was checking you out," she half slurs, talking while applying her lip gloss.

"What makes you say that?" You think she's messing with you but you also hadn't told her about your little crush.

"When I was ordering he was staring at you the WHOLE time. Like he didn't even make eye contact with me I don't think!" She wines, "God it's not fair he's so gorgeous."

"To be fair Nobara, you think most guys are gorgeous" You giggle and walk towards the freezer to grab some liquor. "Speaking of gorgeous men, who's party are we even going to tonight?"

"I think it's at some guy named Satoru Gojo's house? I guess he's good childhood friends with Megumi from when he didn't really have a dad." There goes your friend, sharing other people's business when she didn't really need to.

"Mmm," you nod and throw back a shot of liquor, "I think I had a class with him when I was like a freshman and he was a senior. A real interesting character."

"Maybe you can introduce me and I'll get lucky," Nobara raises her eyebrows at you.

"You will not be having sex on my couch." You say sternly before you both erupt in a fit of giggles. Gathering a few last minute things before heading out, you also grab a reusable shopping tote and fill it with a little bit of your own alcohol, you never know what they may or may not have at these kinds of parties.

-

Walking there was a little chilly but overall a nice night for the time of year. This guy must've gone to your school and hadn't left yet given the proximity of his house to your apartment and to campus.

You walk in and see Yuji Itadori right away with his friendly smile and big personality. He gives you both hugs and you know at least if Nobara doesn't get lucky with anyone else she can rely on Yuji.

Your energetic friend holds your hand as she searches the rest of the party to find her friend Megumi. He stands in the kitchen with a white haired man that you faintly think is this Gojo guy, both getting ready to shotgun a beer together. You and Nobara wait to see who wins before interrupting, grabbing drinks out of the cooler and setting down your bag with liquor and hard seltzers in it. It appears that Gojo finishes just a second before Megumi and you hear Nobara interrupting, "Gumi what was that?! You lost like a little bitch?"

He groans in response but ultimately smiles, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because you've been stuck with me since high school."

Watching the altercation, Gojo comes up to you and asks, "You're with them?" Nodding his head at the two immaturely arguing.

"Sadly." you respond taking a swig of your drink.

"I'm Satoru Gojo, this is my place, thanks for coming." He eyes you over top of his black round sunglasses, making you feel like you may be wearing too revealing of clothes.

"I'm y/n, thanks for the invite by proxy," You giggle as Megumi makes his way over to you.

"Y/n, good to see you," the spikey haired boy gives you an awkward side hug, and a little kiss on the top of your head. Satoru raises his eyebrows at the two of you and you roll your eyes. When Megumi and Nobara get distracted and head into another room you fill him in. "Megumi and I may have hooked up once or twice when we were drunk," You blush, revealing your secret that hardly anyone knew to this stranger.

"Mhmm, seems like more than once or twice," Gojo sips his drink and sighs dramatically, leaving the kitchen to you alone.

Just then the back door of the kitchen that leads to the back yard creaks open. You turn to see who it was out of instinct, and recognize the girl with the brown bob from the cafe earlier today. She carries on past you not even really looking at you with her cigarette still lit in her mouth.

You see Nobara in the living room from your spot on the kitchen and mouth to her that you're going outside to smoke. She nods and thumbs up, but it seems that Yuji also read your lips and is interested in joining you.

You head out to the backyard, very dimly lit despite the pretty lights Gojo tried to hang up to make it look more aesthetic. You pull out a dab pen and a cigarette and hold them up for Yuji to take his pick. His eyes light up at the weed pen and he takes a huge inhale.

"God Yuji, careful," you laugh and proceed to take a smaller hit.

Your laugh seems to attract the attention of another group standing outside, and you immediately quiet yourself.

"Do you have a light?" One of them asks although you can't make out names or voices and even if you could you don't know many people here.

"Yeah," you respond, digging out a baby pink lighter that has a "Daddy's Girl" sticker on it, a joke that one of your friends gave you. Hopefully its dark enough that they can't see it.

A blonde guy approaches you to grab it, "Thanks, we have some seats over here if you guys want." Yuji happily follows but you're a little apprehensive. However they do have a firepit going so it is a little brighter over there.

"I'm Kento, this is my boyfriend Yu," the two introduce themselves, lighting their cigs at the same time with your lighter. You take another small hit of your pen as the brunette one comments, "Nice lighter." It makes you cough on your smoke a bit but eventually turns into laughter, "Thank you," You smile grabbing it back from them.

Yuji seems to be a little high from his rather large puff earlier, and you ask, "I'm going to go check on Nobara, you need anything?" He smiles and shakes his head and starts some conversation about an underground fight club with the two guys as you walk back inside. You enter back into the kitchen, grabbing another drink and heading into the living room where you last saw Nobara. She is having a heart to heart with some girl that graduated last year that you know of named Maki. They both have been drinking and just are smiling and agreeing with everything the other says.

She suddenly turns to you when she realizes you're standing there, "Your lover, he's here." She abruptly turns back around ignoring your inquiry of who she is referring to. You see Gojo and Megumi talking in the kitchen and decide to go talk to them instead of standing there looking awkward. You couldn't see from the angle you were at, but the brunette bob cigarette girl was also standing with them chatting.

Gojo waves you over to the conversation, putting a playful arm around your shoulders. "So sweetheart," Satoru starts, slurring his words a little more than he was the last time you talked to him, "Were trying to place bets on who's going to hook up with who tonight."

"Shoko has money on Suguru and Yuki, Megumi bets on Nobara and Yuji, and me, well I have money on you and Megumi." The four of you errupt in laughter and yelling over top of each other of who is correct.

"What are we arguing about?" Another voice asks that just came into the kitchen. You turn to see who it is with Gojo's arm still loosely hanging onto you.

"Suguruuuu" Satoru coos, "Finally joined the party! Shoko here thinks you're going to hook up with Yuki tonight."

"Like hell," he mutters looking to see who his best friends choice of girl is for the evening, before his eyes land on you. You can't help but drop your jaw at the beautiful barista from the cafe standing in front of you. It looks like he just showered, wet hair which is half up half down, and you can smell the fresh body wash radiating off of him.

"Who'd you bet Satoru?" Suguru questions, still having his eyes focused on you.

"I bet little miss y/n here and her boy toy Megumi." He responds and your cheeks flush at the fact this beautiful man may think you're not interested because of Gojo's fat mouth.

"Who'd you bet on?" Shoko asks directed towards Geto.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," he turns to get a drink from the cooler before taking a step outside, you assume to smoke.

You excuse yourself from under Satoru's arm, leaving him Megumi and Shoko to talk about more random gossip. Heading to the backdoor, you try to build up some courage to introduce yourself to this Geto guy. Much to your dismay, as you are walking out of the door in your own thoughts, another person was coming through the door to go inside but was a lot more solid than you. Bouncing back onto your ass you giggle, "I'm so so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you look up to meet the amber eyes you've been thinking about for the past week. It feels like the wind has gotten knocked out of you seeing how close your faces were with him grabbing your hand to help you up.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to knock you over like that,” he slightly laughs. “I’m just grabbing a lighter,” letting go of your hand holding the door open.

“Oh I have one here!” You pull it out of your pocket kicking yourself for showing it to someone else again. Well maybe it will at least start a conversation. You hand it to him and he lights his cigarette, not making a comment and hands it back to you. You also decide to light a cigarette, trying your best to look cool doing it but because of the wind you’re having a little trouble. Suguru sticks up his hand to block the wind for you. His damn hands. It’s like as big as your face up close and you say “thanks” with the cigarette hanging out of your mouth now lit.

“Y/n? Is that your name?” He breaks the silence first.

“Yes, are you Suguru?” You ask sweetly back

“Suguru Geto, the one, the only, barista extrodinaire,” he laughs and draws a puff.

“I like your laugh.” You blurt out, now realizing your judgement is a little impaired from your weed alcohol and nicotine pairing. “Sorry that just kind of came out.”

“That’s okay,” he stares at you with kind eyes ashing his cigarette against Gojos house.

“Did you like the matcha today?” He asks after you don’t respond.

“Actually no,” you bust out laughing, “I don’t like matcha I was just distracted when she was ordering.”

“Distracted by what?” He asks.

“You,” you realize how close your faces are and how intimate the moment is with your glowing cigarettes and how intoxicating the mix of his smell is.

He nods and smirks at your response, glancing down at your lips. “I think I want to get to know you more y/n.”

You gather all the courage that you haven’t had with this man for the past few days and put it all in your lips and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back, graciously, putting his hand against the back of your head as you place your hand on his hard pec. He depends the kiss, moving his lips passionately before entering his tongue into your mouth. His free hand wraps around your waist.

Just as things are getting intense you hear Nobara squeal in the kitchen, “GOJO LOOK!” You both break the kiss laughing, but still pressed up against him.

“I think I may know who my bet is on for tonight,” he winks and gives you another kiss, making your knees weak and release a tiny whimper into his mouth. You pray he didn’t hear it, but instead he asks, “needy daddy’s girl?”

You feel your cheeks grow so warm and cover your face with your hands. “Just kidding pretty girl, your lighter was cute though.”

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caution! mdni 5k wrdz, general fluff and normal relationship stuff, brief smut at the bottom, fingering, hobie x oc

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it’s late, or is it early? it’s hard to tell as the birds begin to chirp and the moon begins to dip in the horizon. unbeknownst to eden, the sun begins to take it’s place. the skyline, however, is strategically blocked by the curtains that bend and flow with the wind from the ceiling fan.

eden likes to tell herself that it’s fine. it’s normal, really. tons of people stay up all night with their nose deep in a textbook and typing for hours at their computer. she doesn’t really have much of a choice, considering the amount of assignments due within the next few days and for some, hours. this has always been her life. in between the missions saving citizens on other earths and returning confused villains back to their dimension, eden is just a student.

just a girl with a deadline and a degree to get her hands on.

the digital clock stationed on the cream colored desktop to her right reads 5:44 in gleaming blue numbers. it’s definitely not the most ideal time to be taking on those missing assignments but eden doesn’t conform to such silly concepts as time. who’s going to tell her when she could and couldn’t be awake? and to make her point, eden took the liberty of taking a long afternoon nap and not because she had fallen behind sleep as well, using the satisfaction of completing a job to compensate for her other needs.

eden licks her slightly gnawed lips. she’ll nibble on them, just for a moment, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. the feeling of her skin folding keeps her grounded, gives her mind something miniscule to focus on in the background. she releases a breath and continues to scribble jumbled notes on the screen of her ipad, ignoring the chill that’s beginning to spread across her skin.

spring time brings sunny weather, warm during the day but cool during the night. cool enough to make the comforter a perfect shield from the chill. especially when eden’s typical pjs this time of year is a loose oversized shirt and a pair of panties. it’s snuggly wrapped around her shoulders, just until she gets too hot and brushes it to the back of the chair.

she brushes a loose strand of hair out her face. it hangs from the bohemian twists, adorned in shiny, gold hair jewelry. the scrunchy she haphazardly used to tie them back was beginning to slip and succumb to the weight of gravity.

never again will eden put off assignments last minute to go on a mission she wasn’t even originally assigned to. all to hang out with her friends. the death of a girl, really.

the sudden draft from the window comes as a surprise, albeit a welcomed one. it followed a couple raps on the glass before a lengthy frame welcomed its way into her space. “e, what’cha doin’? just wake up?”

the accent is thick and familiar. british and very obviously hobie. the only one who would slip into eden’s room through the fire escape just as dawn is beginning to crack. he’s also the only one who would walk up to her and peer over her head, tongue clicking at the sight of the two toned website, full of paragraphs of paragraphs of information he couldn’t give a shit about.

“you woke up to do this? y’know, i get you value your education but this is a bit much, innit’? this early in the mornin’?” hobie, while removing parts of his spiderman suit, plops down on the tan sheets of his girl’s bed. 

“i haven’t slept yet, hobie. literally mind your business.” it doesn’t come out quite as lighthearted as she meant it, but deep down eden is serious. she’s unnerved and short tempered, having been staring right at the blue light filter of her electronics for hours.

the only breaks she’s been taking would be to stretch her arms over her head for a delicious pop or a few minutes to tinkle. the barely functioning part of her brain wasn’t in the mood to hear hobie’s opinion in her choice to spend her night.

“what do you mean you haven’t slept yet? at all? tonight?” the clatter of hobie’s boots vibrate through the floor when he drops them with little care for where they land. he’s more focused on the insanity of eden’s statement. “what are you pullin’ an all nighter for?”

eden’s eyes fall closed. she wasn’t mad at him, merely irritated with the situation she finds herself in. it’s completely her fault and that’s the worst part. it takes every ounce of her being not to direct her emotions to the wrong place, hence why eden has to swallow a breath before casting a glance over her shoulder. “because i have to play catch up. i didn’t do any of the essay work last week and i missed yesterday. i was supposed to meet up with my group to work on that presentation. remember? i told you about it that day we went to your earth.”

hobie pauses his ministrations. he’s shirtless now, resting back on his hands and tilting his head. the hair on his head bends with him, only weighing him down further to his left. “okay? what does that have to do with you not sleepin’? did you sleep earlier or what? have you eaten anythin’? you’re not tellin’ me enough.”

eden musters up the patience to consider her words, closing her eyes and taking in a breath. it feels her lungs to the very brim before she lets it go. her chest falls, following the release and she turns around to look of her shoulder at him.

“because i’m busy. i just told you i’m trying to catch up. i slept earlier and i’ve been snacking on granola and nuts and stuff. all the study girls say it’s great brain food.” she waves him off to turn back to her work.

“when i say this i'm not callin’ you stupid because y’know i’d never say such a thing about you, but that sounds so stupid. it sounds like a scam to keep people from takin’ care of themselves and you fell for it.” the shuffling of fabrics is a sign hobie has picked up removing the lycra red suit.

he stands and pads his way over to the dresser, fingers ghosting over the many leafy green plants operating as decor. even they had a perk that eden currently lacked, glowing with health. “how far are you with that, anyway? think you can spare a few minutes?”

“a few minutes for what?” her brown eyes cut towards him in a side glance. eden can’t hide her curiosity under an exterior of focusness. his suggestion must entail for silliness. it’s hobie of all people. she’s thrown off at the sight of him half naked and pulling a white shirt over his head.

he finishes his outfit with dark wash cargo pants and leans against the dresser’s surface, ruffling his hair in the mirror. “for me, obviously. you need a break, love. you’re gonna run yourself thin. how long have you been at this?”

hobie discards his place to take a position closer to eden. his hands rest on her shoulders, massaging the muscles tenderly. “i found this place on the way over that i think you’d love. we can watch the sunset, get some real food in you, and relax. you can come right back to modern day slavery, later.”

“modern day slavery is insane,” says eden as she looks over her shoulder with a soft smile. the twists cascading down her back bunch and jumble over her collar. “craziest thing i’ve heard you say, today.” eden welcomes hobie’s presence by taking his hand and pressing her lips into his palm.

“gotta start sayin’ somethin’ more wild, then. that wasn’t that bad.” his demeanor softs. the usual sharp angles in his face have become rounded in a grin, white teeth gleaming at her affection. “you comin’ or not?”

she just sighs in faux annoyance and slides out of her chair. “oh my gosh, okay. i try to be nice to you and you rush me.” eden huffs her way over to put on some real clothes. she makes a big show of it, flinging tops around and purposefully hitting hobie with a few until she becomes settled on what she deems good enough. 

her mild tantrum doesn’t go unnoticed. instead, hobie ignores it, head tilted in adoration. he’s completely and utterly infatuated, admiring how the silhouette of her frame bends when she tugs the brown jeans over her hips.

“we’re goin’ to go sit in dirt, you know that right?” hobie chuckles as he watches her get dressed. his gaze falls to her bed and eyes the stuffed animals almost neatly lined up along her pillow. some of them have toppled over, victims to hobie sitting on her bed and moving about carelessly. “that one’s new.” his head nods towards a cow, black grin sewn into a little line both welcoming and slightly creepy. “what’s their name?”

eden has to follow his eyes to her bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. the new addition to her plush friends has been around for so long, she’s forgotten hobie hasn’t properly been introduced. “matcha.” she turns away momentarily to pull a shirt of the hanger. “like the tea. the color reminded me of it.”

hobie eyes the frog for a second longer. the more seconds that tick by, the longer matcha’s black beady eyes taunt hobie and he snorts. “yeah? it’s cute.” and a little bit scary.

“just like you,” eden seals her compliment with an obnoxious wink and a kiss, all from across the room in the comfort of her closet. it draws a rich chuckle from his throat and her heart flutters at the sound. “anyway, tell me about the spot you found.”

hobie claims her previous seat at the desk, a low hum vibrating through his chest. he rests one of his arms on the armrest to hold his head up, legs open in a manspread. “what’d you want me to say? i was swingin’ and saw somethin’ i think you’d like. it’s secluded and quiet. won’t have to worry about someone interrupting.”

his eyes glaze over, shining with affection. hobie can’t help but look at her as if she’s crafted the world herself. to him, she did.

hobie’s been a street kid for as long as he can remember. his success in getting off the streets and moving into a houseboat can solely be credited to the small success of his band and his method in saving money, stealing whatever he could get his hands on. he was lucky enough to meet eden and become a part of her family and in turn, she became a part of his.

it’s not like eden is particularly oblivious, either. she just does her best to ignore his looks by busying herself with other tasks. this time, eden is quelling the storm of butterflies in her stomach by pulling a cardigan over her shoulders. “oh, so you’re so in love with me, you were thinking about me on your way over here.”

“e . . ., just forget i said anythin’, at this point. i can never be nice to you.” hobie rolls his eyes. it’s accompanied with a tch!, the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth. he’s dramatic enough to cross his arms over his chest and turn his face away from hers with a petty scowl.

eden can only giggle, a soft palm coming up to his cheek when she stops walking in front of him. “thank you, honey. i really appreciate you looking out for me. don’t know what i’d do without you.”

hobie can pretend to be annoyed all he wants but when she’s up close and personal like this, he can’t help but break out in a grin. “put your mask on, lover. it’ll be easier to swing there.” he pulls away from her hold to tug his wide eyed mask over his face. hammer-space is particularly useful in swallowing the expanse of his hair.

it’s all packaged neatly and flat against his skull, protecting his identity from the public. hobie lingers by the fire escape, leaned against the wall and scrolling through his phone. there was no service here, it not being his earth, but he wouldn’t be hobie if he wasn’t fiddling with something. “gonna miss the sunrise if you don’t hurry up, e.”

eden side eyes him and his dwindling patience. if she felt spitful enough, she’d take even more time. instead, she copies his manner and take his place at his side. “okay, okay. come on.” she tucks the house keys securely into her back pocket. they’re snug in place here with little chance of them slipping out.

upon exiting the window and standing on the fire escape stairs, eden can feel the wind almost immediately. spring mornings are chilly and the occasional breeze doesn’t make it any better. she’s grateful to have the cardigan keeping some warmth against her body. at least, until she’s swinging through midair. it’s enough to bring goosebumps to her skin but she doesn’t care, not when she’s swinging through the city side by side with the love of her life. 

eden feels exhilarated, drunk off the excitement running ice cold through her veins. the thrill of watching new york blur by, the city lights become streaks in the background. the wind ripples through her cardigan in waves, tugging it in all directions from her body as smoothly as an angry ocean centered in a just as viscous storm.

paralleled from eden and her long ropes of twists whipping around her, hobie moves with just as much delight. his bug-eyes are especially round and pleased. of course, there’s no obvious tell but eden knows. besides, the tinkling of his laughter can’t be masked by rushing air.

“isn’t this so much better than bein’ holed up in your room?” he yells over the wind, almost almost distracting eden enough from spotting him snatching up baked goods from a poor unsuspecting employee just trying to transport them from the truck to the store.

there’s only so much eden can do to show her silent disapproval. her method for this particular situation is a disgruntled and dramatic sigh. a part of her can’t help but pity the person just trying her job. another part of her feels nothing when in the end, the damage will be so miniscule that new york’s big corp won’t even notice. besides, she can’t be too upset about it or hobie will refuse to bring her sweet little treats when he comes to visit her.

“you couldn’t do it, lovely. you’re spider sage after all, a pinnacle of good society. what would they do without you?” hobie tugs the box in tow. it’s no trouble at all, light as a feather and matching the teasing tone of his voice.

it’s something he’s grown accustomed to bugging her about. truthfully, there’s always been this underlying goodness eden had that hobie lacked. sure, she’d let him do whatever he wanted but she’s good, morally better than him. that’s what the propaganda is pushing, at least

eden brushes past his comments and him, uninterested in starting the banter. there wouldn’t be a moment when he’d get over it. as much as hobie liked to claim it’s a hill he isn’t willing to die on, she feels differently. “shut up and show me that place before i go home and lock you out.”

“you wound me, ed.”

“hobart!” she breaks her neck to shoot him in a glare. the white silhouettes of her eyes narrowed and focused solely on him. “i’ll beat your ass into the ground. say it again.”

“you tempt me but i will not,” hobie disappears into the the busy trees of central park without a second thought.

it’s fairly empty during this hour, despite the busy hustle of the city in other areas. the only people that pass by are the occasional morning joggers, adorned in athletic attire and bluetooth headsets. they’re far and few between though, giving eden the illusion that she and hobie are alone. it definitely seems that way when they land in the soft grass, still damp from morning dew and surrounded by the calls of birds hidden in the trees.

“sun’s gonna rise soon, dove. you wanna sit in a tree or what?” hobie pulls the mask off his head in one smooth tug. the expanse of his wicks jump out of hammerspace with vigor, bouncing in the air. he stuffs the mask in his pocket and offers eden one of the plastic wrapped pastries he may or may not have stolen.

eden scrunches her face at the thought of sitting where the bugs and birds reside. as romantic as the thought may be, it wasn’t very practical nor clean. “the grass . . . why would i want to sit in a tree? does that seem like something i’d like?”

“i don’t believe in predictability.” he says as if it’s a passing comment and takes a seat on the grass. hobie doesn’t mind the dampness of it at all, having been used to living in more uncomfortable conditions for parts of his life. he wipes his hands across the fabric of his cargos and pats the space in his lap, just for eden.

if she wasn’t in love and willing to look past his annoyingness, eden would have sucked it up and sat on the marsh. instead, she squints and rolls her eyes before complying. “you are so irritating. can you act like a normal person or does your brain just not work?”

“define normal? what even qualifies as a normal person? you’re just forcin’ conformity on me.” his arms goes to wrap around her waist, massaging the warm skin by sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt. “besides, i don’t believe in conformity, either.”

she sucks her bottom lip beneath the slightly jagged edges of her teeth. it takes more control than she’s comfortable with to will her patience to remain despite hobie’s quips and smart remarks. “okay, hobart. whatever you say.” eden runs her fingers through the grass, enjoying the dampness of it all. the blades, still stuck in a brown turning green color with the spring season approaching, remind her of hobie’s eyes. although, it’s far easier to look at without the butterflies and warm feeling spreading across her skin.

the birds chirp and chatter in the trees. they’re active and singing to announce the rising sun on the horizon, turning the sky into various shades of pink and orange. it smells like morning, both humid and sweet. the air is fresh and crisp enough to swing eden’s lungs and would send a chill down her spine if hobie wasn’t here with her.

though his frame is small, hobie always warm and always fidgeting. now, his fingers are dancing across her skin. he drags the tips up and down her sides in random lines with no seeming sense of direction, just enjoying her presence, nose deep in the crook of her neck and forgetting everything else in the world. “i missed you so much. had to fix my watch just to come see you. you know how many parts i had to steal for that?”

“janky ass watch. you should have just used the one given to you, hobes. it’s so much easier. literally, just put in my earth and come to my room.” eden scoffs. the whole situation is funny to her no matter how many times hobie brings it up. he’s too stubborn to use anything the spider-society gave him. sometimes he’s so open minded, he becomes narrow minded and it’s eden’s job to remind him to give the world a chance.

she fails every time.

“i don’t want them to know where i am or what i’m doing. that’s an invasion of my privacy and one of the first steps in losin’ what little freedom i have. first, they give me the watch and tell me what missions i have to go on. then, they’re going to start watching’ where i’m going at all times to make sure i’m actually doin’ what they told me to. miguel is goin’ to start talking about how i can’t go across dimensions without a mission because i risk causing an anomaly. he already pisses me off. he’s like the poster child for a fascist. i mean, look how he’s on miles. poor guy can’t do anythin’ without miguel breathin’ down his neck.”

“that must be so hard for you. so difficult to not listen to the man whose whole job is telling you what to do so entire worlds don’t fall apart.” eden plucks a blade of grass from the dirt, only to let it go and watch it float back onto the ground below her. she giggles when hobie tickles her sides.

“don’t get smart. when we all eventually resort to anarchy, you’re going to wish you listened to me.” his lips move over her skin. they’re smooth and plump, moisturized with pomegranate burt’s bees chapstick, stolen from his local gas station.

the two fall into a peaceful silence, enjoying the other’s company. it’s soothing to have their other half there in the natural privacy of central park and moving much slower than the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

a butterfly flutters by. it’s wings are orange with a brown underside. it occasionally rests on a dandelion in the field before letting the wind pick it up and carry it away.

the wind whispers relaxing words in eden’s ears. she leans against hobie, tilting her head back until her head is resting on his shoulder. for a moment, everything around her ceases to exist. the only thing that draws her back is the fleeting feeling of hobie’s fingers dipping lower and lower until they surpass the waistband of her pants.

“hobie,” eden mumbles. it’s more of a curious hum than a warning, paired with a slight increase in her heart race. she wets her lips when he doesn’t stop venturing downward and offers no response in return. “hobie,” she says again, louder than the first time and lifting her head with it. by now, he’s reached the elastic of her panties.

“relax, eden. don’t make a big deal out of it.” hobie doesn’t hesitate to make room for the expanse of his rather large hand by pulling it out to unbutton and pull down the zipper of her pants. just as quick as he’s done that, he returns his hand to his previous place and teasingly runs along her folds.

“we’re in public. what if someone sees?” eden’s chest rises in an anticipatory breath. she circles her hand around his wrist but makes no move to stop him. just that quickly is hobie able to cloud her mind and throw any sense she has out the window. eden is supposed to be the levelheaded one and usually she is. any other time, when hobie’s fingers aren’t borderline brushing against her clit, she is.

“spider senses. i can just pull my hand back. you think too much.” so badly does hobie want to make a teasing comment about how easily she turns into putty in his hands. it doesn’t take very long to gather enough slick that he can practically hear it.

it’s almost like he has complete control over her body. every muscle almost liquidates and there’s no resistance, as if there ever was. “yeah well,” eden lets out a soft whisper of a moan, “you don’t think enough.”

“mhm, and what else?” even though he can’t see her face, hobie has been down this road enough times to envision it behind the dark canvas of his closed eyes. arguably, it’s better to him this way, being able to hear what effect he has on her and know that he is pleasing her, even when he can’t exactly witness it.

hobie just knows and that speaks for itself.

he pushes a finger past the tightness of her entrance deep enough to elicit the softest whimper from her sweet lips. in hobie’s head, eden deserves this. she deserves the opportunity to unwind and make irrational decisions, crowded by lust and general immaturity. he thinks she’s too serious sometimes, too good of a person, too law abiding. who is the government to tell him when he can and can’t make the love of his life feel good?

“and –” eden is cut off by a gasp. she grabs at his hand wrapped securely around her waist, digging her nails into his skin. “you’re . . .  annoying.” she gives in and closes her eyes, succumbing to the mind numbing pleasure that courses through her veins. 

hobie is intoxicating in the way he handles her. the palm of his hand catches and rolls against her clit with each stroke of his fingers inside her walls. he kisses along her neckline until his lips find the pulse of her heartbeat along her jugular. hobie chuckles lightly against her skin. he can feel each drum under them, the rhythm just a rapid as he imagined.

“you’re so wet. what happened to being worried about everyone else?” hobie has to tighten hs grip in response to her losing the ability to sit still, writhing around in his lap. he anchors her in place despite her whines and attempts to twist her body around.

eden can’t tell if she’s doing anything to contribute but her mind is so cloudy, she can’t seem to care. instead, she’s pleasing what instincts she has to absolutely lose her mind. her will to resist has been chipped away before it could even develop, before eden could talk herself into some sense of sanity. for now, she will simply be a loose-limbed participant and later, she’ll be accusing hobie of seducing her out of her pants.

eden can only whimper under the safety of the birds tweeting around her. she is handing the situation over to her boyfriend and she knows it. most of all, she loves it. she loves that he can relax her so easily and distract her from the building stress that bubbled just under the surface all week. “hobie, please.”

“please what?” hobie stares at the side of her face with a sudden seriousness. eden, with the only thing she can see is the blankless behind her eyelids, is blissfully unaware. she can’t see the way he drinks in her expressions with darkened eyes in hopes that the image will be imprinted in his mind for years to come. his question has no degrading intentions, rather promoting his smart girl to continue to speak her mind.

yet, eden can only offer to add pants to the conversation. she strains her neck towards his face and grip his chin between the thumb and the rest of her fingers. she pulls him in to a kiss, sloppily. their tongues dance with each other and drool begins to slightly pools in the corners of their mouths.

it’s hobie who’s mind becomes foggy when eden moans into his mouth. he thinks she tastes . . . spiced. like a subtle hint of the chai she’s always drinking during the late night studies. he can feel his dick jumping in his pants, begging for freedom or some sensation of touch but hobie refuses. not now, at least. 

instead, he pulls his head away and silences the other voices in his head screaming to indulge in the space between her thighs. “please what, treacle?” he repeats with a certain softness in his voice, close enough to justify a whisper. his eyes dart between her lips and her eyes, even at the obvious bulge in her pants where his hand is.

she takes a sharp breath, brown eyes rounding in gentleness, as if she was pleading with him to meet some sort of compromise. however, there’s only one thing that eden wants. “don’t tease.” she kisses hobie again with the same fervent passion as before, tangling her hand within the stray strands of hairs surrounding his wicks. she catches hobie off guard by tugging on his bottom lip through her teeth.

“i’m not teasing, e. you’re just being shy.” hobie mumbles into her mouth. still, he allows her to get away with it and drives his fingers into her with an increasing pace. he knows he’s found her g-spot when eden is no longer able to kiss him with the amount of expertise she was before. all of her concentration goes into keeping her moans to a minimum. the coil in his stomach wraps tighter around itself until eden is tense, grinding back down onto hobie’s fingers. the crease of her thighs are wet with her arousal but she doesn’t care. not when she’s right on the brink of ––

“why did you stop?” eden’s eyes fly open when the sudden emptiness settles in from hobie pulling his fingers away. they glisten with a sheen but he continues to button and readjust her clothes back into their original position.

just in time for a jogger to come running by, sparing the two a glance on their way.

hobie watches eden come to the realization, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “spider senses are so cool, right? if only you actually used yours. come on, i’ll get you home and you can decide whether or not your whatever the fuck you were doin’ is more important.”

#✮🕷✮⋆˙ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 #hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #astv hobie #x black reader #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x oc #commission

[3798tadpole]

2, 7, 10, 11, 19, 22, 25 for the art asks

HI HILARY!!!!!!!!!! LOVE U LOTS AND LOTS SO MUCH THANK U <3 :D yaaaay

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?

as a little baby well i was playing on an ancient webbed site called sketchfu.... i've had deviantart after that then it was pretty much all tumblr twitter instagram.. these days i like using toyhouse 7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

this question is painful for a guy who doesn't save any of his artwork... here is an oc i designed for a little thing i've been doing w friends

10. What do you like most about your art?

i answered this already but i will be positive today and think of a second thing! i think i draw really fast and this suits me well, bc i lose interest quickly and also i really like to draw from observation. a lot of moving subjects like people and animals 11. What do you like least about your art?

i feel like i can't draw faces well and they're really stiff or lopsided </3 i have a lot of fun drawing bodies but then the face will just ruin the picture for me and be the reason i don't share it... i'm trying to improve w this T_T 19. What medium/program do you use the most in your art?

i try to fill at least one sketchbook a month just w pencil drawings really doodly stuff but i mostly draw digitally. paint tool sai is my favourite art program but recently i got a refurbished ipad, i'm using both csp and procreate on there bc i haven't quite figured out what i prefer using over there yet 22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

i rly love raymond briggs so much, ever since i was a kid and my nan had his fungus book at her house. i would go over and just stare at it for ages truly.. i got to see his work last yr with my friend at an exhibition it was really amazing like such vibrant colours?!?? amazing 25. Draw a picture!

my oc puddle ^_^

#ask #hilarythehamburger #my art #im really halfassing the draw something asks im sorry bahahaha

[mxeve0]

Miguel O'Hara X Fem Reader

Warnings: Deep wounds, blood, death, angst >:), grief

Small bit of context: You have a 6 yr old daughter named Charley and we're starting just after your cannon event, which is where you lose your husband :)

A Second Chance

Part•1

You slid down the outside wall of the headquarters operating theatre, bringing your knees up to your chest. Your daughter had a broken arm and rib, which had punctured her lung, and your husband...you could have been faster. You should have been faster. With the advanced technology of this universe, there was little to no chance that Charley wouldn't survive, but there was nothing that could be done about bringing back your husband. Your mind was rushing with ways you could have saved him if you had done just the slightest thing differently. It would have been so easy, so why couldn't you have done it in the moment.

The theatre doors swung open and you shot up, maybe a little too quickly as you began to go light headed. The surgeon-spiderman that was leading the operation rushed up to you, helping you steady yourself.

"You've gotten bigger," you pointed out, nodding towards her baby bump, which was now very visible.

"I know, look at the size of it," she chuckled, standing on a side so you could see it better. The two of you were silent for a moment before she moved closer to you, her arms outstretched. You walked towards her and let her arms wrap around you. It felt good. It was what you needed right now. "How you feeling?" She asked as she pulled away.

"Well, I don't think I've really processed it yet. Like, I know he's... gone... but part of me thinks it's some kind of joke, like me and Charley are going to go home and he's going to be there trying to cook something without burning the house down. But, he's not," you explained, looking down. Feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, you realised that you really hadn't processed his death; these were the first tears that you had shed since you rushed into the headquarters with Charley passed out in your arms.

"Baby," Jess cooed as she brushed away the tears. The theatre doors swung open again, surgeons rolling your daughter out on the bed. Tears swelled in your eyes again as you looked at her, all battered and bruised. You could have done so much better.

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You were sprawled out on the sofa in the hospital room they had put you in, with Charley sat at a small table playing on an iPad that Spider-Byte had given her. Peter.B had swung by with Mayday to check up on the pair of you, and somehow the one-year-old found some markers, leaving Charley with a 'dog' that looked more like a cow and an out-of-order rainbow on the cast on her arm.

The door swung open and you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was Miguel. His eyes wandered over to Charley as he came over to you, a scowl forming on his face as he looked at her numerous bandages and plasters. She looked up at him before waving quickly with her good arm. He nodded at her in response, and you couldn't tell if he was holding back a smile or if that was just how he looked, but you knew better than to ask.

"Well, I've put some Spiders on rotation to look after your universe until you're ready to go back. Don't feel rushed to go back, just go once you're both ready." The two of you remained in silence for a few seconds, the only sound coming from the iPad. "What?"

"No 'How are you doing?' or 'I'm sorry for your loss,' or maybe even a reassuring 'It's going to be okay,'? None of that? Thanks," you spat, maybe a little more harsh than you meant. Miguel stood there for a moment with his hands on his hips.

"Well how are you feeling? Tired, depressed, disoriented? Feeling like you want to give up but you know you can't for her sake?" He hissed, leaning towards you. "There was nothing you could have done about it, it was meant to-" He cut himself off, standing back, his eyes wide.

"What do you mean 'it was meant to happen'?" You demanded, standing from the sofa. "Are you seriously telling me that this was my cannon event? Couldn't you have given me a warning? At least to prepare myself!" Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, but this time they weren't out of grief. They were burning hot, made from the anger that was boiling up inside of you, and they stung on your cheeks as they fell. You knew the importance of letting cannon events play out; it was a message that had been engraved into the back of your mind since you first joined the Spider Society. But if you could have had some kind of warning of the agony and grief that you were going to go through, perhaps you would be able to handle it better. Maybe you wouldn't have had that stupid argument about buying a new house the night before, which had left the two of you going to bed angry at each other. Perhaps you would have gotten him the more expensive watch he wanted for his birthday, rather than settling for the cheaper one. Maybe you could have been better.

"Mummy?" Charley's small voice called from across the room. You looked over, wiping away a tear. She'd stood up from her seat and was looking over at you, her head tilted. Seeing you cry, she walked over, wrapping her arm around the middle of your thigh. You sat down and pulled her up onto your lap.

"Look, I wish I told you," Miguel started, sitting down on a small orange pouffe. "But no matter how many times you promised me that you wouldn't intervene, there was no way I would be sure that you wouldn't. I'm sorry that he's dead, I know it hurts, but there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"I know," you sighed. He was right, of course. There was no safe way to bring him back. "You just don't have to be so harsh about it." The room fell quiet once again until Charley spoke.

"I want churros," she said, looking up at you with her big baby eyes that perfectly resembled yours.

"Churros? You've never had churros before."

"I know that, that's why I want them," she stated, hopping down from your lap and walking to the door. You smiled softly and got up and followed. Stopping next to Miguel, you asked,

"Do they do churros in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah," he answered as he stood up.

"Come on thennnn," Charley shouted, waving her arm to beckon you over.

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"Clearly you don't take after me with all this messy eating," you laughed, dipping a napkin into your cup of water. Your daughter had somehow managed to get more of the chocolate sauce around her mouth than actually in her mouth.

"It was good though," she said, food still in her mouth, before abruptly wiping her chocolate-covered fingers on her light yellow shorts.

"Charley!" you groaned, picking up another napkin. The chair behind you scraped along the floor, so you turned around. It was Miguel...again.

"We've set up a room for you and her," he said, nodding to your daughter, who was now holding her hands in the air to avoid getting anything else dirty. "You can, uh, stay as long as you like," he mumbled, turning his gaze to the floor.

"Thank you," you replied, before turning back around to attempt to clean the chocolate from her shorts.

◇─◇──◇─Bonus Scene─◇──◇─◇

"Yeah, sure," Miguel muttered under his breath so that you wouldn't hear him. He stood up and walked away from the cafeteria. Taking the elevator to his office, he let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding in.

"You're blushing," Lyla suddenly pointed out from behind him, causing Miguel to jump, even though he'd never admit that.

"What do you- no I'm not."

"Mm, yes you are," she argued, a big grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Why would I have any reason to be blushing? It's just...hot."

"Actually it's only 15°, aaaand because you like her. Like come on dude, she's just lost her husband, she doesn't need you trying to fill the gap already," she said, looking at him over the top of her heart-shaped glasses.

"I do not," Miguel stated firmly before exiting the elevator. She stayed by his shoulder as he turned on the screens of his computer, giving the whole room a golden glow.

"It's obvious, like, she has everything you want," she stated, resting her head on her hand.

"And what would that be?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"A child....and a vagina," she replied, quickly whispering the last bit.

"LYLA!" Miguel shouted, waving his hand through her hologram. She laughed as he turned to his computers, the colour of his cheeks deepening.

#into the spider verse #spiderman #x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n

[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 4 we have to, what?

masterlist | next

thankfully you have seven days to yourself before you have to see the devil in disguise once again. at least that's what you thought until you saw your manager's name pop up on your phone.

you sigh before answering, "hello?"

"get ready, we're going to have a meeting at hybe at 2pm." your manager tells you before hanging up.

you look at the time on your phone to see that it is already 1:45 and you quickly get ready putting on an outfit that is comfy yet presentable to the public.

you hear your phone ding and see your manager's texts telling you that he's waiting outside the building in the back away from dispatch.

you make your way out and quickly get into the van, "what's the meeting about?" you ask, putting on your seatbelt.

"you'll see when we get there." your manager tells you as he texted quickly on his phone.

it didn't take long to arrive at the hybe building which was insanely bigger than you had imagined. you follow your manager inside and go into the elevator which has taken you up about 14 floors, "i'm going to use the bathroom but jake and his manager should be in the room to your left waiting."

"i think i'll wait for you." you say watching your manager walk off.

"y/n go, i'll be there shortly." your manager tells you before entering the mens bathroom.

you walk down the left hall and open the door to the room which contains a long table and some beverages, "welcome y/n." jake's manager greets standing up gesturing at a chair for you to sit in. "we'll discuss the friday plans once your manager gets here."

you nod and look around, taking in the luxury company you were sitting in. it didn't take long for your manager to walk in apologizing for being a little late. "shall we get started?" he says smiling, putting down his ipad and papers.

everything they had said was pretty basic and normal until the last rule, "lastly, we've come up with a brilliant way for you guys to get to know each other better." jake's manager says turning on the projector with the control in his hand.

"i'm sure you expected us to plan every date for you guys; however, we've concluded this is not an efficient way for the two of you guys to become acquainted." your manager says excitedly.

"they're not dates." you correct him, scoffing.

"regardless, our way was inefficient and that's why you guys will be planning every friday from here on out." your manager says smiling. "every friday you guys will alternate who makes the plans, this coming friday will be planned by whoever loses 2 of 3 games of rock, paper, scissors."

"are you serious?" jake asks laughing, "i know nothing about her to be planning something."

you nod, "exactly, why would i plan a day for someone i don't even know that well."

"this will help you guys get to know each other, now let's see who wins." his manager says, promoting you guys to play 3 rounds of rock, paper, scissors.

you look at the boy intensely and put your fist up, your hands going up and down as the game begins. "rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" you both say with boredom in your tones.

the first round, a win. the second round, a loss

the last round...

the two of you look at each other competitively this time and take a deep breath.

"rock!" you shout as jake unfortunately shouted, "scissors!"

you point and laugh at jake, "have fun planning our date." you tease before standing up.

"wait, before you leave y/n." his manager calls out stopping you from exiting the door. "i think it would help if you guys exchanged numbers, this way if he has questions he can ask them and vice versa."

you take a deep breath and put your hand out in front of jake, "give me your phone."

"no, just tell me the number yourself." jake says moving his phone away.

you snatch the phone from his hands and put your contact information in, you text the number you put in making sure it was yours as well as to save his number in your phone. "only text me if you really need to, i don't do small talk." you tell him mocking what he said to you a few days ago.

you walk out of the room followed by your manager who accompanied you back to your company. "i think you and jake are going to get along just fine with a little bit of work." he says in the van.

you laugh and pull out your phone, "in your dreams jung-nim, in your dreams."

word count: 797 thank you for reading! 🩷

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2022 © jungwnies

#enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #jake imagines #jake smau #jake au #jake scenarios #jake fluff #jake x reader #jake angst #jaeyun scenarios #jaeyun imagines #jaeyun smau #jaeyun au #jaeyun fluff #jaeyun angst #jaeyun x reader #jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #jungwnies ; partners (sim jaeyun)

[butch-reidentified]

New kitten Nicatine (always cat pun names) has been given a scrunchy for a collar. We thought he'd hate it but he actually seems to be attached and cried when we took it off 🥺

Nik was found injured with two siblings at about 3 weeks old by a friend of my neighbor's. My neighbor took them in despite a severe cat phobia, because she has a big heart (and isn't scared of kittens so much as grown cats). After running into me outside one day and finding out we are registered kitten fosterers for the county, my neighbor came to me for advice and I helped her out with the kittens. Sadly, by that point the three of them had come down with a mysterious illness, suspected to be parasite-related. Despite our best efforts, by 7 weeks of age, he was the only survivor of his litter.

She became deeply attached to little Nik, even more so because she couldn't save his sister and brother, but knew she couldn't take care of him. He'd grow up, and she would struggle with her phobia despite her love for him. And besides, she struggles with mental and physical health issues as is, and is going through some challenging life stuff right now on top of it all.

She's been having a difficult time finding an adopter for him - and is very worried about ensuring whoever adopts him will take proper care of him and shower him in love and spoil him. At the same time, our roommate has moved our since we got married, and took his two cats with him, leaving us with "only" three cats and two dogs. So we had been discussing possibly adopting another cat. And it would be so great for her to have this bundle of joy she loves so much be directly across the street where she can visit or even borrow him any time she likes....

So we did! And he's adjusted so incredibly well. Everybody loves Nik and Nik loves everybody (though I'm missing a pic of him and Cleo, our calico). He is super sweet and snuggly, and loves to play-fight with both the dogs and the cats. He did have scabies when we got him, but we fortunately already had medication for it (one of the upsides of having so many animals - we have a home vet pharmacy at this point). So we treated it immediately and it hasn't spread despite our being far too soft to keep him quarantined (well, it wasn't just our softness - we also didn't want him to miss out on crucial weeks of learning, development, and socialization).

He's just the best. I have to admit, while we have a male dog we adopted in early 2018, I always said I'd only adopt female cats. I've just always had the sweetest, best female cats, and the male cats I've known have generally been unfriendly, if not outright aggressive. But the circumstances were just too perfect. The only complaints I have so far are that, 1, despite being litter box trained, he's been shitting under our bed because he's so attached he doesn't want to leave our room. So of course I did what anyone would do and bought a litter box for the bedroom. And 2, he's definitely got some attachment issues and screams endlessly if I kick him out of the bedroom so we can sleep. Fortunately, this is easily solved by making sure I don't just kick him out, but take him all the way out to the rec room where the other cats are so he's not lonely.

Also... he's definitely an ass man 🤣

And my last little gem for you all is this: I have turned my poor Nik into yet another iPad baby. If you have cats, especially young kittens, and haven't heard of the app Cat Alone... girl have I got a TREAT for you! Just look at him. This is a tame video, but he usually goes nuts hopping all over my phone chasing the beetles. They make fun noises when he gets 'em.

And it's not just beetles - you can pick from other bugs, a finger, or a green laser pointer-style dot of light. I usually let him pick now, and he actually knows which ones he likes and clicks them! And to top it off, he's started asking for my phone when he wants to play by jumping on it and biting at it, then sitting up and staring at me until I get the message.

I'm sure I'll be reblogging this and posting a ton more Nik content (tagged Nik & in my catposting, petposting, and mine tags). Let me know if you have any specific requests for content of him or any of our other 3 cats and 2 dogs! I love sharing the immense love and comfort we get from our zoo with the rest of the world.

And lastly, since he knows how to use the phone, if you comment or reblog and say hi or welcome home to Nik, I'll let him type out a personalized reply for you 😋

#Nik #mine #catposting #petposting #kitten #cute cats

[heottokes]

𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 48. you

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

word count: 5.2k

꒰ m.list ➭ before • after ꒱

“So, what playbook are you taking from this time?” Taehyung greets you as he leaves his classroom.

“Well, it's nice to see you too.” You roll your eyes and start your journey to Yoongi’s studio.

“I'm being serious. Talk to me.” You bite your lip in thought. Taehyung had become your confidant with no say on his part. Unknowingly from finding out your secret, he had signed himself up to listen to your tiring back and forth about Yoongi. You've always felt guilty for it. “Don't shut me out now.” Taehyung nudges his arm against yours.

You look at Taehyung and he gives you a nod causing your heart to ache even further. You stop in your tracks and take his hand in yours. He imitates and faces you. “You know you mean the world to me, right?”

“If this is a love confession, you have to know I would date Yoongi over you.” You smack his arm laughing.

“Be serious!”

“I am!”

You roll your eyes before dropping your smile. “I honestly don't know what I would have done if I didn't have you and you deserve so much more than being a therapist friend to me.” Taehyung goes to interrupt you, but you cut him off. “I know, you don't mind. You don't ever mind.” You sigh. “You are more than that to me, Tae.”

“But that doesn't mean you should keep everything to yourself. If you want to talk about anything, I'm here.” You smile and give him a hug.

“Thank you, Tae, for everything.”

He gives you his signature boxy smile before ruining the moment once again. “Don't thank me yet, I just might steal him from you.” He winks and you smack his arm.

“Don't you dare!” You both laugh before continuing your walk.

━━━☆

You enter the code to Yoongi’s studio like clockwork. Yoongi doesn't bother to greet either you with nothing more than a nod since you both are over his studio so often. You settled in your usual chair on his left while Taehyung occupies his right side. Yoongi opens the finished track and sits back as he presses the space button. The three of you listen in silence. Naturally, you close your eyes to focus on the music. Yoongi watches Taehyung and your facial expression to gauge your thoughts beforehand. Your opinion was clear as your face scrunches up and you move your head to the beat. Taehyung, on the other hand, had a blank expression as he stares at the screen. Butterflies form in Yoongi’s stomach in anticipation as the song comes to an end.

He watches as you open your eyes and Taehyung turns to him. He tenses as Taehyung grabs onto his shoulder. “Hyung, you're a genius.” Yoongi lets go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

He laughs. “Did you think I had that in my name for no reason?”

Yoongi turns to you for your verdict. “It's really amazing, Yoongs.” He gives you a smile as a thanks. “Okay, let's storyboard the music video.” You clap your hands together getting straight to business.

Yoongi gets up and squeezes your shoulder on the way. Taehyung follows in suit and boldly hugs Yoongi from behind. You laugh as Yoongi’s face scrunches up in horror. “Hyung, you're so cool.” Taehyung compliments in awe. Yoongi dismisses the compliment lightly despite being clearly flustered. You follow the boys to the couch and set up for note taking. Taehyung takes out his iPad to show off the inspiration photos he saved for concepts. You watch as Yoongi reviews the material and Taehyung lays his head on Yoongi’s shoulder to look at the iPad as well. You pout in jealousy. Usually, Yoongi would have shoved anyone off by now, but he didn't. You took a photo to capture the cute moment of them and tweeted on your private account to sulk. “Hey!” Taehyung calls out suddenly. “No phones remember. No distractions, DND.” You stick your tongue out at Taehyung for using his words against you. You switched your phone on ‘Do not disturb’ before getting up to sit next to Yoongi so you could see Taehyung’s ideas as well.

━━━☆

After the meeting ended, Taehyung not-so subtly found an excuse to leave you and Yoongi. You were glaring at the back of his head as he left the room when Yoongi pulls your swivel chair to his side. You stare at him like deer in headlights causing him to laugh. “What are you laughing about? You surprised me.” You pout.

“I wanted your attention.” You purse your lips at his answer to prevent your lip from breaking through.

“Well, now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?” It was Yoongi’s turn to become speechless. Your eyes glint with mischief and you smirk teasing him further.

You admire Yoongi’s red cheeks as he tries to find his composure. “What do you really think of the song?”

You search his eyes and melt. His eyes showed insecurity as he awaits your answer as he awaits the truth of your thoughts. You smile and take his hand in yours. “Min Yoongi, I really meant what I said in front of Taehyung. The song is amazing; you're amazing. I didn't push this project because you're my friend; it's because I truly believe in you and your music.”

━━━☆

Begrudgingly, you left Yoongi at his studio. After your heart to heart, the two of you decided to share a glass of wine to celebrate the progress of the project. For the first time in a long time, Yoongi smiles and visibly relaxes. How could he come up with the most captivating music and have no confidence? You always thought Yoongi was so self-assured when it came to his music. Maybe, the pressure was getting the best of him. Once, the first one is done, the rest will come along like clockwork; at least that's what you reassured him. You sigh and drop your bag on the floor by your bed. You reach for your phone and watch as the notifications flood in. Immediately, you feel sick to your stomach as you see Jin’s reply. Could you have? Surely not. You shakingly click on the notification and you see the tweet Jin had replied to. You grabbed your pillow and press it against your face to let out the most blood-curdling scream you could muster. You deleted the tweet after composing yourself and made sure to switch accounts before tweeting your frustrations. Your thoughts go to blame Yoongi. If he didn't look as good as he did, Taehyung wouldn't have been all over him and you wouldn't have rushed to tweet to your personal diary. But no one needed to know that. All that you care about is that it was scrubbed from the internet and fingers crossed, that no one screenshotted for evidence – and thankfully nobody did. Now you had to tie up any loose ends by making sure no one would say anything to Yoongi which was the easy part. The hard part is erasing the texts on Yoongi’s end. You may be fucked, you thought as you screamed into your pillow one last time.

━━━☆

“You're so embarrassing.” Taehyung greets you outside your dorm building.

You grab his collar pulling him towards you. “You shut your mouth or so help me God!” You threatened as menacingly as you can with your finger pointing at him.

“Am I interrupting something?” The two of you turn to Yoongi who was standing in front of you watching with a concerned look.

“No!” You pushed Taehyung away and give Yoongi a forced smile. “Shall we?” You ask changing the subject. Yoongi gives a curt nod before leading the way.

“Real smooth.” Taehyung teases making you hit him, and mouth swear words at him.

The three of you head to the filming location after picking up the rundown RV from the internet. Taehyung and Yoongi shared apprehensive looks as you revealed the van. “What? It was free.”

“It looks like it.” Taehyung retorts.

“It looks like it's about to fall apart.”

You roll your eyes. “It's just a little old. Get in, we’re losing daylight.” You pull open the door and the hinges creak. You cringe and look at the boys who are holding in their laugh. “Okay fine, we have to be gentle with it.”

Taehyung goes through the filming direction one more time before starting the shoot. Due to the lighting, you did the outside scenes first. “Y/n! Slow down!” Taehyung shouts as Yoongi sits on top of the van holding onto dear life.

“I'm kidnapping him, aren't I?”

“Yes! You're not trying to kill him!” You roll your eyes but relent and ease your foot off the accelerator. You drove a couple of laps around the abandoned tunnel before Taehyung moved to shooting inside the van with Yoongi. You had no idea what was happening besides what Taehyung’s envisioned and his words of praises cutting through the music every now and then. After the seventh replay of Yoongi’s song, you hear knocking on the wall against your head signalling the shoot was over. You rolled to a stop and turn off the car. “You were amazing, Yoongi! You were a natural.” You hear Taehyung praise Yoongi as they get out of the RV. The two of them walk up to the driver’s seat. “Fantastic driving, y/n!”

“You say that now that it's over.” You laugh. “Sorry, if I was too rough, Yoongs. I was just trying to be authentic.”

Yoongi smiles. “I appreciate it. And thank you, Tae, for working so hard for this.” Taehyung wipes a fake tear making Yoongi shove him.

“No need to thank me. This was fun and I could add it to my portfolio anyway. Y/n is the one getting nothing out of this.”

“I am having fun so don’t say that!” You corrected Taehyung immediately. “Come on, I'm sure you’re both beat. Let's get home.” The boys didn't protest and gets in the passenger side of the van. Yoongi sits in the middle pressed against you while Taehyung gets comfortable and leans as far back as he can. The drive back was quiet, but it wasn't surprising. You all decided to film everything in one day and if Taehyung needed more shots, then you’ll do another shoot day. Everyone was understandably tired. You glanced to your side when stopped at a red light. “He’s out like a light.” You chuckle.

Yoongi looks over at Taehyung who was sleeping with his mouth open, and head leant against the window. He smiles and looks at you. Your eyes stay trained on the road ahead nervous about missing the green light and receiving Yoongi’s sudden attention. You feel cold fingers touch your fingertips startling you. You look at Yoongi from your peripheral vision and see his gaze is focused on your hand. You smile softly and turn your hand over hoping you understood what he wanted. Your eyes turn back to the road waiting for the traffic to move. His cold hand envelops yours warming your heart. He squeezes your hand to get your attention. You turn and meet his eyes. “Thank you for everything, y/n.”

He looks at you with so much sincerity you begin to lose yourself in the deepness of his eyes. Time slowed and your senses heightens. All you could think about is the weight of his arm pressed against yours and how close he is you could hear him take in a breath. Your eyes wander across his taking in every feature of his. From the way you could tell he was cold by the hairs on his face to how even with chapped lips, you felt compelled to feel them against yours. “You don't have to thank me for anything, Yoongi. I would do anything for you.”

“I really want –” Yoongi’s words get cut by the sound of a car honk. You jumped back and see the green light. You raise your hand in a gesture of apology as you drive across the intersection. You and Yoongi share a laugh once you get through.

───────── ☾ • ☽ ────────── 

Today was the day of Yoongi’s music video release. Since Jin and Jimin offered to help organise the party, the three of you went to Seoulstice early to make sure everything is in order. Projector, check. Balloons, check. Speaker, check. As Jimin speaks to the host manager, you and Jin arranges the décor. “So, how did you do it?” Jin asks across the room.

“Do what?” You responded not bothering taking your eyes away from the table you set up to be littered with finger foods.

“Delete the messages from Yoongi’s phone.”

‘It was actually easier than I thought.”

“Do tell,”

“I asked him for his password.”

“And he just gave it to you?” Jin asked in shocked. His tasks of setting up the projector forgotten as he sits on the booth next to you.

“He asked why, and I told him we accidentally spoke about the plans in the group chat, and I didn’t want him to see. It wasn’t technically a lie. He just laughs and hands me his phone and boom it’s gone just like that.” You turn around with a proud smile. Your smile drops as you take in Jin’s bulging eyes and jaw dropped. “What?”

Jin snaps his jaw shut and rolls his eyes. “God, he’s so in love.” Jin gets up to get back to work which worked in your favour as your cheeks heat up and you become visibly flustered by his comment.

━━━☆

Taehyung and Yoongi were the first to come which surprised you. First, that they would come together and second, Yoongi would be early for a party that was dedicated to him. But it was perfect that the five of you had the chance to celebrate before everyone came. Jin and Jimin were his oldest and closest friends and you and Taehyung had worked on the project itself with Yoongi. Jin poured everyone their first drinks as he makes a toast, “To Yoongi, let’s hope he doesn’t forget us when he becomes famous.”

“I’ve been trying to get rid of you since high school. I’ve accepted you’re not going anywhere.” Yoongi classically retorts. You all laugh used to his affection. “No, but seriously, I’m grateful to every single one of you. You’ve helped me in ways you probably don’t even know. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. So, thank you.” Yoongi raises his glass, and everyone follows in suit touched by his words. You all take a sip before enveloping him a group hug. Yoongi groans in distaste but doesn’t pull away.

“I’m way too sober to start crying!” Jin fake sobs making everyone laugh.

“They’re drunk already.” Hyewon’s raspy voice cuts through your laughter. You turn towards the doorway and see the music majors standing amused. You collectively let go of the hug and greet the newcomers. Everyone gathers around to share anecdotes about Yoongi. “I remember when we were asked to form a group, I looked over at Adora and 2Do freaking out that they were a man short, and they realised the only one left was Yoongi.” Hyewon laughs prompting everyone else to follow.

“How bad is he in class that you were terrified of him?” Hobi asks Adora confused.

Adora takes a swig of her drink before answering. “He wasn’t bad at all. He was just quiet and had a massive resting bitch face and because he wasn’t very friendly, rumours started spreading conspiring that he was harsh and scary – it’s true but that’s beside the point.” Adora teases making everyone laugh and smile at Yoongi who laughs in return.

“But since y/n, he’s a lot nicer. It’s not that he’s suddenly friendly with everyone now but he doesn’t carry such a dark aura anymore. So, thank you for that, y/n.” Dohyeong chimed in raising his glass to you.

You laugh and raise your glass back. “I don’t think that has to do with anything. Yoongi just needs to warm up to people and then he’ll let you see his good side.” You nudge Yoongi with smile. You check your watch and see it’s nearly time for the scheduled release. You take a sip of your drink before reminding Yoongi to prepare the tweet on time. Everyone resumes their own conversation while you and Taehyung get up to set up the projector. “I’m so excited!” You grab Taehyung’s arm and shake him.

“I hope it’s good.”

“Are you insane? It’s amazing and everyone’s going to love it. You did an amazing job and Yoongi thinks so too.” You reassured Taehyung. If you had to pick, this release would be the most unnerving experience for Taehyung as well as Yoongi. Yes, it was Yoongi’s music, but Taehyung took the reins with the music video completely. “Okay, guys!” You called for everyone’s attention with the microphone you rented. The chatter died down as everyone turns towards you standing next to Taehyung who was gesturing Yoongi to come up front with you. “The fateful time is coming up. But before we reveal the music video, do you want to say any words?” You ask Yoongi even though you know it was doubtful.

Yoongi gives you a tight-lipped smile and accepts the microphone from you. “Uh, yeah.” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck obviously feeling awkward. You smile and rest your hand on his back for support. He looks back at you and you share a smile before he addresses his friends. “Thank you all for coming tonight, you didn’t have to.” Everyone disagrees making him laugh. “But I’m grateful that you are. Jin and Jimin, you guys are the best friends I could ask for – even if you annoy me and piss me off. You guys always have my back, and I don’t take that for granted. You are the oldest, longest, and truest friendship I’ve ever had, and I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for you guys.”

“Don’t make me cry I won’t be able to see anything when your music video starts!” Jin shouts out making everyone laugh.

“To the fellow producers and rappers, even if we’re not that close, I think we can all agree that being surrounded with amazing and creative people that share the same enthusiasm and passion for music is a reassuring feeling. So, thank you.” The music majors and Jihoon raises their glass in acknowledgement. “To the new friends I’ve made, you are the first friends I’ve made since Jin and Jimin. I didn’t think I had the ability to have more people in my life or that other people would want to be in my life besides them. Each and every one of you has shown me different kinds of friendships which I didn’t believe I would ever experience, and I am so happy I get to share this with all of you.”

“We love you!” Hobi sobs out making Namjoon rub his back while everyone chuckles at his state. You couldn’t tell if he was already drunk and going through his emo phase or Yoongi’s words really touched him. Jungkook raises his drink in appreciation.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi turns to him who stiffens at the attention. “We only became close recently, but you did so much for this project. You didn’t have any reason to do that but I’m glad you did. You are an amazing videographer, director, editor, and friend. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to be responsible for the filming and directing of my music video. Thank you, seriously, for everything.” Taehyung breaks out in a boxy smile and wraps Yoongi in a hug. Yoongi lets go and his eyes meet yours. Your heart starts beating erratically as you anticipate his thank you. “Y/n,” Yoongi takes your hand in his and steps in front of you. “Where do I begin?” Yoongi consumed your field of vision not allowing you to hide from his speech. “You are the first person to ever believe in me and my music. You are the first person I ever trusted to listen to all of my music – especially the ones no one’s ever heard before which is the breath of my soul and the beat of my heart. Nothing was supposed to come from it, I just trusted you and I wanted you to know all of me. But you didn’t just listen to my music, you took my music seriously. You pushed me to put myself out there and put my dreams into action, you encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone and be confident in my skills, but most of all, you inspired me. You have been the inspiration of my music; my inspiration; my muse.” The sounds of clapping and cheering snaps you out of your trance which is Yoongi’s eyes. You exhale the breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “Thank you for everything.” Yoongi says only to you before kissing your cheek.

Your cheek burns on the spot his lips touched and you’re frozen in place once again. Taehyung watches the two of you seemingly forgetting the room of people and why they’re here in the first place. He checks the time and realises it was time. Taehyung searches the video and prepares it before softly taking the microphone from Yoongi which breaks your stares from one another. “Okay, it’s time to watch the one and only Agust D!” Taehyung announces. Yoongi leads you back to your seat while everyone cheers. Taehyung hits play as he rushes to his seat next to you and you all watch the start with bated breaths.

“Wow, dude the editing and effects are really good already.” Jungkook whispers to Taehyung patting him the back. You smile and agree with Jungkook patting Taehyung’s hand.

Yoongi’s rap begins and even though you heard the song a million times, your breath gets taken away from you anyway. You always loved listening to Yoongi’s voice but seeing him rap was on a whole other league. A smile breaks out on your face as you couldn’t contain your attraction. Every single tiny detail to the way he tilted his head, or pointed his finger in that one verse, or the way he looked in the camera as he spitted a sick verse, or the way he was slumped against the chair was making you giddy. You were in trouble. Everyone was getting into the music as well. Jihoon shook Yoongi excitedly after his fast verse praising him for it. That prompted 2Do to join Jihoon to get hyped in the back while the song kept going. They were responding to Yoongi’s rap by saying things like ‘Ok!’, ‘Uh-huh!’ and then when the punchline hits, they scream in excitement. Everyone else were praising Yoongi and Taehyung through the entire video as well. You watched Yoongi’s reaction to everything. When the room would go silent, his eyes start analysing the video but when they would praise him, his cheeks would flush red as he sports a bashful smile. The music video ends, and the room erupted in applause. Jin and Jimin wrapped Yoongi in a hug telling him how proud they are of him. Jungkook and Namjoon pats Taehyung on the back praising his work. You get up and take a photo of the moment. Jihoon gets up and takes your phone gesturing you to sit back down. You thank him and sit in between Yoongi and Taehyung. Jihoon calls for everyone’s attention and everyone squeezes in for the photo. You link arms with Yoongi and Taehyung as you pose for the photo.

As Jihoon finishes, the door opens to waiters carrying trays of glasses and bottles of champagne. “Perfect timing! It’s time to celebrate!” Jin gets up and everyone follows in suit. The waiters fill the glasses and hand it to everyone one by one before leaving. “To Yoongi’s music career, let this be the first of many!”

“Here, here!” Everyone agreed and cheers to Yoongi.

The night was a blur after that. All you could remember was how easy the drinks went down your throat and how close Yoongi was to you. There was white noise all around you and the only real thing breaking through was Yoongi’s laugh. What was he even laughing about? Was it something you said? You couldn’t even remember speaking. Everything felt hazy; like everything is in slow motion. And then it suddenly hit you like a truck. The nauseating feeling of your body suddenly telling you you’re done. “I have to go to the bathroom!” You managed to get out to Yoongi whose smile vanished and suddenly looked worried. “I’m fine! I need to pee!” You lie laughing it off. You don’t want to be the reason his celebration is cut short. He buys it and you walk out of the room with a light sway. Luckily, there was a bathroom in the level you were on, and you didn’t need to go downstairs and push through the sea of people to make it to the toilet. You push through the door and stumble into the toilet bowl. The second your knees hit the ground your stomach releases out all the food and drinks you had. Your throat burned but the haze was lifting. After a couple of minutes since you stopped vomiting, you pushed yourself up and clean yourself in the sink. You look up at your teary eyes and red nose. God, why did you drink so much? You washed your mouth out and cleaned up before leaving the bathroom. You used the walls for support as you start walking back to the room.

“Water?” You hear someone offer and suddenly a bottle of water was in your face. Even in your state, you would never take a beverage from a stranger. They took your hand leaning on the wall to grab the cap of the bottle and you twisted to see it was unopened. You felt slightly reassured since they understood your hesitation and you take a sip of water. The liquid felt refreshing to your sore throat.

“Thank you,” You whispered, your throat still feeling hoarse.

They gesture for you to take the water bottle and you do. “Let me take you back to your room.” Your eyes were about to wander to the man when you feel his hand push you forward.

“Thank you,” It must be a worker they placed out in the hallways to make sure no guests get sloppy and decide to puke all over the ground. You let yourself be guided into the room he opens the door to. You step into a quiet and empty room. Your brain worked too slow to see it before you stepped in. “This isn’t my room.” You say slowly as you turn towards the worker.

You feel like you’ve been splashed with freezing cold water as you see the man standing in front of you. “It’s not? I thought this was the one.” He asks innocently as he closes the door behind you. You take a step back as he walks towards you. “You don’t remember me?” He stops raising his hands to show he was not harmful.

“Jack,” You answer, and he grins causing a shiver down your spine. “You were with Adora.”

His smile drops. “Is that all I am to you?”

“I’ve only met you once.”

Silence consumed the room like both of you were trying to figure each other out. “Don’t be like that, Gloss.” Goosebumps littered your arms as he says your name. “Sorry, should I call you Mae?”

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about. I should get going.” You pushed your legs forward and make your way to the door.

As you pass Jack, he grabs your arm and you still. His cold hand burning your skin. “You look so much better like this.” His other hand tucks your hair behind your ear and grazes the back of your neck. “Don’t get me wrong, you looked good blonde and with all the modifications, but I always wanted the natural you.”

Your head snapped up at him. He sports the same condescending smile you hated. “I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, let me go.” You try to pull away from touch, but his grip tightens.

“Stop lying, y/n. It was fun to play along for a while but it's getting tiring, and I don’t like being lied to.” You stop struggling to look at him. His tone cold and sharp but his gaze softens, and he smiles. “I know everything, there’s no point.”

“What do you want?”

“You,”

You ignore the nauseous feeling bubbling in your throat as his answer sent your heart dropping to your stomach. “You don’t know me.”

He laughs with his entire body that you feel the vibration from his chest. “I’ve only known you, y/n.” He pulls you to his chest forcing you to look up at him. “I saw you that night. I was looking for an escort, but I couldn’t find anyone that was good enough. I was walking out pissed off when you walked in with that red dress hugging your body so criminally. Your eyes were tired, but your smile was soft; angelic almost which contradicted your attire and enticed me even more. I waited for you to come out because I knew you would look different when everything came off, but it just made me want you more. Your body hidden away in your black hoodie and trousers like it was only meant for me to see. I was so stunned I let you walk away without even saying a word; you didn’t even know I was there. I knew I would have remembered a face like yours if I had seen it, but I didn’t see you on the portfolio. At least you had your name on the door you came out of. So, every day since then I’ve been sending you requests, hoping you’ll say yes. But you weren’t answering, and I had half the mind to hire a P.I to track you down and stage a run in through there.” He laughs like he said something charming. Repulsed, you push him away from you. “But you did answer.” His tone shifts sinisterly. “And can you imagine my disappointment when I see a completely different person in front of me? I had been waiting so long for you and you try to trick me.”

“You’re crazy.” You blurted out.

“For you!”

“Get away from me!” You shout as he tries to embrace you.

He listens, thankfully. “Is this because of him?” You hold your own determined not to give him anything to hold against you. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t know him.” You couldn’t help yourself. Jack smiles pleased with your answer frightening you.

“Does your parents know?” Your lips begin to tremble as he circles you. “Do your parents know what their little princess does for fun? Does your parents know how their little princess could ruin everything they built just like that?” He snaps his finger by your ear causing you to flinch. He laughs at your reaction.

You glare up at him feigning resolve. “What do you want?”

“You,”

[a/n] hope you like this new turn of events :O

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As averse as I am to apple I am afraid to admit I actually like using an ipad to draw.. compared to my display tablet which is just static on my desk it's actually way more convenient to draw and I can sit like an idiot and still be working on a piece. Actually I do enjoy being able to bring it over to school and my friends place while we do our little writers room . And I can draw while they talk. The issue with my current model is that I got the cheapest one I could use which has severely limited internal memory.. I can't even get more space on it but since the vilespace stuff requires relatively small images for assets like battlers and sprites it's not that much of an issue. For bigger digital paintings the layer limit isn't an issue either since I only really use two or three layers at most so that's _okay_ I guess . I just wish I could save and publish them directly from the ipad instead of having to send it to my Google drive I'm not that anal on the details either so I don't need bigger canvases beyond the A4 300DPI. Using it solely for art is fine but at the cost of like if I wanted to use it for music or other apps I'd have to adjust. I can't keep too many photos for the same reason . It would be great to be able to use more docs apps so I can also keep up with writing. That's another thing, the Bluetooth keyboard I use has its quirks and doesn't always work right, nor is it very good to type with. Cheap stuff. I don't care much for mobile games my phone has time wasters that I'm happy with so that's not something I'd need. Screen size I think is the average ipad screen size which is okay . Procreate itself has sliders I have difficulty using along with some gestures but it's the best art program I've used yet second to csp(I use on PC) which I know is subscription based on ipad. Also sometimes procreate crashes Maybe it's good I can't use social media as much on it. Photos storage is also an issue.

#v9123 rambling

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 21)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.6k

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Chapter 21 - Evolution

I stared at my phone in disbelief.  Before I could stop myself, a Penelope-like squeal erupted from my mouth.  My favorite band was coming to DC.  A local band from back home, they had yet to tour anywhere outside of Washington state.  I immediately moved through the steps to buy tickets but paused when I had to input how many tickets to buy.  I bit my lip, worrying whether Emily would want to come with me.  I certainly wanted to share this experience with her, but I wasn't sure if she would like this band, or if she even liked concerts at all.  We had been to the symphony together, but a loud, indie-pop concert was a far cry from Chopin.

I flew downstairs to Emily, my stampede down the stairs startling her.

"What's wrong?" she asked in alarm.

"My favorite band is coming to DC!" 

"Oh!"  She breathed a sigh of relief.  "That's great, angel," she placated me, already turning back to her iPad.  I sighed and sat next to her.  When she didn't say anything further, I pushed her iPad out of her hands and straddled her lap.  "What's the issue?  You know I don't care what you do with your money in your account."  I just looked at her, inexplicably nervous about asking her to go with me.  "Or do you need more?"

My jaw dropped in shock.  How could I possibly need more money?  She gave me so much.  "No!" I nearly shouted.  "You've given me plenty!"  I paused, my lip once again between my teeth.  "I was hoping…or er…wondering…"  I took a deep breath and resumed, "…if maybe you wanted to go with me?" I rushed out.  Too impatient and embarrassed, I buried my face in her neck. 

I felt her head turn to nuzzle against mine.  A smile in her voice, "You want me to come with you?"

"Of course I do!  But I understand if you don't want to come to a pop concert…" I trailed off, still nervous about making Emily go to a concert with me.

"When is it?  I'm there if we don't have a case."  I raised my head to look into her eyes, gauging her sincerity.

"Really?"

"Of course, baby.  I'd be thrilled to go with you."  She grabbed her iPad and rested it on my back, looking at it while cuddling me.  I pressed a soft kiss to her neck and settled into our silence.  After a few moments she asked, "What's the band called?  I want to listen before we go."

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The day of the concert, I was wired all day.  The excitement started coursing through me as soon as I woke up.  I had chosen two moderate tickets.  Though I would have normally chosen a seat in the nosebleeds to save money, I knew Emily would have taken issue with that.  I felt uncomfortable spending so much for a floor seat, so I chose a close seat in the first tier.  But at breakfast, I learned it wouldn't have mattered what seat I chose.

Emily had already left for work, leaving a fleeting kiss on my forehead when I was still in bed.  When I made my way down for breakfast, in my spot at the kitchen island was some paperwork.  I knew I shouldn't snoop through Emily's files, but if she needed them, I wanted to drop them off at Quantico for her.  I was shocked to instead find two VIP passes for tonight's concert.  "Holy shit," I whispered.  This couldn't be real.  I grabbed my phone to text Emily.

Indi🥰: Babe??

Em💘💗: Yes? 😏

Indi🥰: Is this real?

Em💘💗: Hmm 🤔 I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.

Indi🥰: Come on, Em! 

Em💘💗: You like?

Indi🥰: DEFINITELY. Thank you, ma'am 😚

Em💘💗: You can thank me later, princess. I'll see you tonight.

If I had been wound up before, I certainly was now.  I stared in disbelief at the little card that said "VIP Access" and my name below it.  Emily's connections never failed her, and I suppose now they would never fail me. 

The rest of the day was a blur of not paying attention in class and bouncing up and down waiting for Emily.  I hoped and prayed all day she wasn't called away on a case.  I breathed a huge sigh of relief when she walked through the door around 4:30.

"You're home early," I noted.

She dropped her go bag and came over to place a kiss on my forehead.  "The team was called on a case, but I declined to go."  Affection swelled in my chest.  Instead of letting on how much that pleased me, I objected, "But you stayed?  Just for tonight?" I started to lie, "I don't want you to-"

"I can miss this case, baby.  I'm excited for tonight."

"In that case," I said, already grinning widely, "I can't wait!  Thank you thank you thank you!!"

"Go get ready baby.  I'm taking you to dinner first."  I ran upstairs to look my best for Emily tonight.

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It was surreal to stand up in our private box with unlimited champagne while staring down at my favorite band.  I couldn't help but think about how far we all had come.  It was like we had grown up together: just four years ago, they were playing house parties and I was in high school.  I felt proud of them for making it big and nearly selling out a venue so far from home.  I also couldn't help but ruminate on how different my life was thanks to Emily. 

When the band finally took the stage, I couldn't contain my excitement.  I was nearly trembling in anticipation.  As the music started, my excited bouncing turned into full jumps.  I screamed the lyrics to some of my favorite songs, not caring that my voice would be raw tomorrow morning.  Though I was dancing like a maniac, Emily stood behind me, a hand on my hip.  I figured Emily would be tired of me bumping into her, but she insisted on standing so close. 

After about half an hour, a smooth bass intro sounded throughout the arena.  I cheered loudly in approval for them playing my favorite song.  I couldn't help but sway my hips to the sensual beat.  Though Emily's hand never left my hip, it slid around my waist to pull me into her chest.  She pulled me even closer when my hips ground into her.  Her hands started moving in time with the beat; they smoothed up and down my body as my hips moved against hers. 

It only took about thirty seconds of Emily's hands on me to completely change my mood.  My moan was muffled by the noise of the concert around us.  "Don't think I didn't hear that, angel," Emily teased directly into my ear.  Her hot breath raised goosebumps on my skin.  Before I could respond, her mouth trailed a line of kisses down my neck while her hands continued to tease me.  She continued long after that one song.  Though the music's pace had picked up again, I continued to grind into Emily.  For the next forty-five minutes, Emily teased me relentlessly.  Her lips teased my neck or ears; her hands squeezed my hips, ass, or boobs.  Emily took advantage of our private box seats by teasing me for the remainder of the concert.

When the lights came up, I simultaneously let out a breath of relief and a groan of frustration at her hands returning chastely to her sides.  She picked up her champagne flute and sipped on it, her eyes sparkling in faux innocence.  My knees nearly buckled seeing her smirk at me so arrogantly.  "Take me home," I begged pathetically.

"Don't you want to go meet the band?" she reminded me, her voice lilting deliciously.  I whimpered.  Of course I wanted to go meet the band; I had been ecstatic when she gave me the VIP passes.  But I was aching for her right now. 

"Em," I begged softly.

She grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door.  "Come on, sweet girl.  There's plenty of time for that later."

I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her waist, tucking myself into her side.  "Alright," I sighed, feigning exasperation.  "I suppose I can go meet my favorite band."  She chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.

We weaved in and out of crowds as we made our way through the arena, fighting against the flow of the crowd.  It took us nearly half an hour to make our way backstage.  And when we finally got there, though I was tired from exerting so much energy during the concert, adrenaline coursed through my body again.  I was a starstruck, stuttering mess.  It was a dream come true to meet them.  I just wish I could have been a little cooler around them.

I blubbered about how much I had enjoyed them, and for how long.  They all appreciated that I had followed them even when they were a small band back in Washington.  It thrilled me unreasonably so that they remembered the first house party I saw them at.  They ruminated on how it was a fun night and how they missed the intimacy of such a small venue.

Emily took numerous pictures of us all together.  As I stood in the middle of the three bandmates, I couldn't help but stare at Emily in awe.  She was looking down at the phone, trying to make sure she got us all in, but I was staring at her, blind to everything else surrounding us.  I couldn't help but marvel at this incredible life she was building for me.  These were the best few months of my life, and none of it would have been possible without Emily.  I would never be able to properly thank her for this night.

After quick goodbyes with the band, Emily and I made our way to the front of the arena to wait for an uber.  I stood in front of Emily, feeling cherished in her embrace.  I looked up at her, love shining in my eyes.  Though I was ready to tell her, I feared she wasn't ready to hear it.  I hoped she felt my silent love as strongly as I felt it.  "I don't know how to thank you for this night, Em.  I can't believe what a dream it was.  Thank you for coming with me" - she cupped my face - "and thank you for the backstage passes.  That was incredible."

"Of course, angel.  Only the best for my girl."  I swooned, completely head over heels for her.  I stuffed my feelings down.  It was too soon.  She wasn't ready.  Hell, I wasn't ready.  But no one ever said love caught you when you were ready for it.

We spent the entire uber ride tangled in each other's arms.  Emily insisted I wear a seatbelt, but for some reason traffic laws didn't apply to her.  Surreptitiously, she unclicked hers about five minutes in and slid into the middle to get closer to me.

"Em-"

"Shh," she interrupted.  She picked up my legs and draped them over her lap.  "I needed to be closer to you."  Butterflies swarmed in my stomach.  Her hand snaked around my waist, her thumb swiping against my bare skin under my shirt.  I bit my lip and stared at her in the dark.  I stared into her eyes as the passing streetlamps briefly illuminated her face.  I would never get over how beautiful she was.  I would never get used to her being mine.

I scooted closer and rested my head on her shoulder.  I tilted my neck back and kissed her neck softly.  "I'm so lucky to have you, Emily."  That was as close as I could get without saying what I really wanted to say.  Lucky to have her was the understatement of the century.

"Oh, angel," she sighed.  She squeezed me closer and kissed the top of my head.  Her hand continued to etch patterns into my back.  Her soft breathing and warm arms lulled me into a near-sleep.  Though I had wanted to repay her for tonight, the energy of the concert had tired me out.

The next thing I knew, Emily was shaking me awake.  "We're home, love."

"I'm sorry, babe," I whispered, languidly unbuckling and extracting myself from her arms.

Emily helped me out of the car, thanked the driver, and led us up to the front door.  "What for?" she asked softly.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep."

She chuckled softly.  "You're so cute, Indi.  Let's get you to bed."

"No!" I protested childishly.  As we trudged up the stairs, her arm never fell from my waist.  "I was supposed to pay you back for how amazing tonight was."

She chuckled again.  "Baby, I know where you live.  You can 'pay me back'" - she put air quotes around my own words - "sometime tomorrow."

Both of us flopped into bed, not caring about our nightly routines.  I immediately moved in her open arms, resting my head on her chest.  "But how will you know how thankful I am for you?" I asked, my hand running lazily up her chest.

"Please, angel, I'm not as youthful as you," she said catching my roaming hand.  "Let's sleep."  I was asleep less than five minutes later.

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I woke up to the sun streaming in through the window right in my eyes.  It split my head open faster than an ice chisel.  I groaned softly, flopping my arm over my eyes to try and block it out.  I had promised myself just a few weeks ago that I wouldn't be drinking ever again, and here I was back in the same position.  I could feel Emily's warmth against my back, her arm wrapped loosely around my hips.  Waking up with Emily spooning me was always a quick way to ensure I would have a good day.  I smiled softly to myself.

I slowly and gently lifted her arm so I could slide out of bed.  I padded down the steps softly so as not to wake Emily.  I wanted to surprise her with a light breakfast in bed.  I quickly scrambled some eggs while the coffee brewed.  I poured a splash of milk in Emily's cup and a sprinkle of cinnamon, grabbed the plate of eggs and toast, and bounced back up the stairs.

"There you are," Emily commented as I walked in the room.  She sat up and raised her eyebrows.   "And with breakfast?"

"Mmmhm."  I set the plate down on her lap and plopped a kiss against her cheek.  "Coffee too."

Emily took a huge gulp, sighed, and said, "It's perfect, baby.  Thank you.  How'd you know how I like it?"

I couldn't help but smile.  "Babe, I've been watching you make your coffee every morning before work for weeks now.  Of course I know how you make your coffee."

She slid a hand around my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss.  Her mouth turned up into a smile against my lips, breaking our kiss.  When I pulled back, her eyes were shining brightly despite her hangover.  Such a simple gesture, just coffee, seemed to make her whole day.  It filled me with warmth to be able to make her smile like that.

"You make me feel so special, Indi."  My stomach flipped pleasantly; I beamed at her.  "You mean the world to me."  I had never felt so loved before.  I knew then I would not be able to live without Emily Prentiss.

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[pathologising]

You live in America? Do not become a phlebotomist. Do not do it. Not in the United States of Fuckery that is America.

Not a single fucking standard. Bullshit covered in "heroes work here" stickers covered in "well if you wanted to do good you'd be a nurse or doctor" bullshit.

You wanna be the fall guy for whatever nurse you're working under? Because it's not going to be a doctor. It's a nurse. A nurse with a power trip and who can't spell check. You will stick blindly. Get it. And then the nurse will swoop in and say, you know what. I don't need that anyways!

Babies? You wanna stick babies? The average child in america right now is obese. Nothing new. But you can't feel the vein. So they tell you to keep trying.

A baby. Keep trying. And the parent will give you permission. Because they are scared. This is wrong. Unethical. And yet happens every fucking day.

Needles right now are snapping in patients because of faulty equipment. Owners of medical facilities are saying in group huddles, "well you know we're low on supplies. i know it's not "right" but... if you can. *insert pause of person making $5 dollars more than you who thinks they are the messiah* try to not do that ok?"

Now legally she didn't say reuse the supplies. You know and I know that is wrong. But when you walk to the trash can after a failed stick. It's a *head tilt* and note on an iPad. And an email two minutes later in your inbox because getting up to speak to you from one desk over is too much.

Employee wastes too many supplies.

You're gone.

You kept the patient alive. You kept the honor of someone who has care over someone. And you will be gone. Because in America it's not about the patient. It's about who saves what money.

Charting. Alcohol pads? Gotta charge the patient for that. Is that right? No. It's fucking absurd. It's a scam. You will check the box that said 2 alcohol pads used.

Patient will be charged. Try saying you didn't use one.

Kit got rolled up to the floor. It's used now. Evil? Diabolical.

Don't become a phlebotomist.

Gloves. God forbid you use a size different than the other people in the clinic. You have smaller hands? Well. Can't you just TRY to use the medium? Oh failed grip? Well you can POP the top of the glove off and feel it right?

Pandemic. A fucking pandemic. You can't use too many gloves. Nope. Too costly! Your boss rolls in with a Tesla? Talks about her trip to Spain? Yeah. No gloves though. And you asked to throw away the DISPOSABLE tourniquet? FOR SHAME. You can just wipe that off with an ALCOHOL PAD.

I paid over $1500 in classes. Got a top tier job. Paid for my credentials I needed.

I didn't make it to 90 days. In fact I said you know what. I'm not being a brain surgeon after all.

Yeah. I have the IQ to do that. I started at the bottom to work my way up.

I've had people tell me they're sorry. Sorry I have a talent to be a brain surgeon. But I live in America. Someone told me they're sorry I believe in the Hippocratic oath to help patients no matter what.

Don't become a phlebotomist.

And if you do. And you see that children's bible book on the little play area in the waiting room? Walk out the door. That's the doctor's office that's gonna get you fired for the doing the correct and moral thing.

Fucking Christians in American Hospitals?

Hell is empty babe. The devils are right there in the jogger scrubs and perfume they're not suppose to have on. Right there.

what

[unityrain24]

Kweldii, Laguage of Kwelden. Gone.

i am absolutely devestated. I had been working on a project for months, spent hours and hours on it, and it all got fucking deleted because the ipad i was using got wiped without any warning. I was just about to back up the project too to save it and like as soon as i was about to do it it was all. fucking. gone. my ipad wasn't even supposed to get wiped. It wasn't even supposed to happen on their end, it was a mistake.

i had been creating a language. from scratch. and not just cool characters that are really just a font for english (like aurebish), not even just made up words and characters that sound cool but really just follow english structure.

I created an an entire original alphabet (based loosely on chinese/japanese particals and korean), number system, punctuation (which was somewhat influenced by spanish), and even grammar (which was a mix of english and japanese styles) (i had both english articles and japanese particals) (i was still debating if i wanted the sentence structure to have the verb in the middle like english or the verb at the end like japanese though), and more. This was a language. That was complex. Or at least beginning to be. I even had different styles of speech (and even slightly different alphabetical characters) for different formalities/regions.

the latest thing i had accomplished in the language (which i was very proud of) was an entire page of pronouns (which, this language does not have gendered pronouns), which included first person, second person, third person inanimate, third person animate, and second third person animate (for when you are talking about two people to differentiate who is who) (i think swedish or something has this??). And plural versions of those pronouns. And there was multiple ways to "you", too, that have different meanings (much like japanese).

This was influenced by and a blend of english, japanese, chinese, spanish, swedish, tolkien elvish, golic vulcan, and me. It was so much.

I put so much care and effort into this. I could talk about it for so long. But i don't remember it anywhere near enough to ever replicate. I hadn't worked on it for a few weeks when i finally got back on to work on it again & back it up (only to find everything erased), so i remember almost nothing. And every little character i made was matched with a sound for a reason, i didn't just make random character and assign random sounds. Every number sounded and looked that was with purpose. Every particle and article and prefix and suffix i made with reason that each one i spent time on. and this was a project i worked on for fucking MONTHS. and it's all. fucking. gone. and i can't replicate it. i can't "take what i remember and work from there" because i remember too, far too little. I researched for this, and worked on this. I poured so much care into this. and it's all gone.

They wiped my ipad without any warning, it apparently happened by accident, i hadn't backed up the files yet (i was literally planning on doing it the day it got erased), and when i reached out to see if they could save it, they could only retrieve my files from a YEAR ago but not the one from literally less than a month ago. it's all gone. everything is gone. and i had loved it so much and i can't ever have it back. it's not something i can recreate.

i'm devastated.

(it wasn't apple who wiped the ipad by the way, it was a really complicated situation)

#vent #tw vent #language #fantasy language #made up language #im devestated #kweldii #unityrain.txt

[jouliejihan]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students.  But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies ​ @unh0ly-dr3am3r ​@enhacolor ​ @mackjestic ​@beabeanice ​@beoms-sugar ​

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9 - Chaos in the university jungle

The soft afternoon light filled Fearless's studio in Sector 17, creating a perfect environment for work.  Jisoo and Yunjin were focused on their task, taking precise measurements and photographing every detail of the clothes in the upcoming Spring-Summer collection. The environment was full of colorful fabrics, mannequins and clothes in various stages of production.

"Baby, can you hand me the tape measure? We need exact measurements to make sure each piece fits perfectly."

"Of course, angel. I'm at your disposal."

Yunjin, with his knack for detail and keen eye for fashion, was carefully adjusting the collar of a dress while Jisoo meticulously photographed every angle. The atmosphere was charged with the creativity and passion they both had for the fashion industry.

"What do you think of this dress, Jiji?"  asked Yujin, taking a black and gray patterned dress from the hanger "I think it will be a big highlight in the collection.

"It's amazing, Jinnie. The color, the cut, everything. I can't wait to see how it looks on the runway."

Yunjin noticed the faraway look in Joshua's eyes as he continued to photograph the dress. She cocked her head and arched her brow curiously.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Oh yes. I was just wondering how wonderful Y/N would look in this piece."

Yunjin frowned, surprised by the unexpected mention of Y/N.

"Y/N? Why are you thinking about her right now?"

"Nothing. It's just that some of the clothes in your collection were perfectly designed for a style like hers: Youthful yet elegant, they perfectly match her radiant personality. Also, she's tall, but has a slimmer body type compared to the standards of your customers, so some of your jumpsuits would have fitted her perfectly.

"Oh really?" she asked with acidity in her tone.

"Plus, she has her podcast. What do you think about asking her to promote the launch party? That way you both gain from this partnership."

"That's a brilliant idea, angel! Anytime I can talk to her about it!"

She smiled again, but with a fake yellow smile plastered on her face, happy with the change of focus, but extremely uncomfortable with her boyfriend's sudden interest in the freshman. Together, they continued to work in the atelier, capturing the essence of the Spring-Summer collection's garments, while conversation about the launch party and their co-workers enveloped them in an apparent mood of anticipation and excitement, masked by a deep remorse at the stylist's heart, promising to put her in her place.

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The HYBE dorm was buzzing that afternoon as the students prepared for the Fearless Spring-Summer collection launch party. In Yunjin's room, Soonyoung was sitting on one of the chairs, looking with interest at the photos from the collection on her Ipad.

"Wow, Yunjin, you really did an amazing job with these clothes! Can I send them to Myungho?"

"Of course, oppa! I'm always open to constructive criticism from my peers!"

"I can't wait to see all of this at the party!"

Yunjin smiled, pleased with the compliment, but she had a plan in mind.

"Oppa, don't you want to take a walk with me? I want to show you the party venue and the ideas we have for decorations."

"Sure, that sounds great."

While she was distracting him, Eunchae was in action looking for Y/N's laptop and photocard. She quickly went to her colleague's room and found the door unlocked. With a quick glance, she saw the laptop and photocard on the table, right where she'd left them.

"Always organized to the extreme, how ridiculous." the maknae thought and rolled her eyes

Eunchae took the laptop and photocard carefully, remembering what they had planned. She knew she didn't have much time, so she acted quickly. As she left the room, she heard the sound of Yunjin and Soonyoung talking in the hallway.

She decided to split up with Yunjin in the hallways to avoid attracting attention. She whispered to herself, "I can do it, it will work."

Meanwhile, in the hallway, they continued their conversation.

"And you won't believe the surprises we're preparing! I'm sure everyone will love them."

"You and your parents really outdid yourselves. I'm looking forward to seeing it all."

"It's going to be an unforgettable night! Especially with you and your friends there."

Meanwhile, in Y/N's room, Eunchae successfully left the room with her laptop and photocard in hand. The operation was a success. Now, she just needed to find her unnie to deliver the laptop and then the two could leave with their stolen trophies, leaving the freshman unsuspecting of anyone but her roommate.

Y/N opened the door to her room, expecting a peaceful afternoon of study and relaxation after a busy day at the university. However, as soon as he walked in, her face contorted with confusion and concern. Her laptop and his rare SEVENTEEN member's photocard, some of his most cherished treasures, were gone.

She looked around the room, her heart racing as the reality of the situation unfolded before her. Quickly, she began to search her desk, her bookshelf, and even under her bed, but there was no sign of her belongings.

Y/N was panicking when Soonyoung entered the room, noticing her agitation.

"Girl! What's going on?"

"My laptop and my photocard are gone! They were here when I left earlier!"

"Oh, don't worry about it so much. It's just material things, you can buy another laptop and the photocard, well, it's just a photo, isn't it?" he said shrugging

Soonyoung's words hit her like a blow. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"How can you say that?! My laptop has all my work, notes and Linguistics study materials! And the photocard came as a gift in an album I received as a gift from a friend when it was still on pre-sale. It was autographed!" screamed furiously

"Hey, I was just trying…"

But she was already beyond reason. She continued to yell at him, accusing him of being insensitive and neglectful of her things. The fight became intense and heated, with sharp words being exchanged.

Meanwhile, Eunchae was hiding in a corner of the hallway, secretly filming the fight between the two. She knew it was risky, but she was fulfilling the mission entrusted to her. Done and done, she sent the video to Beomgyu and waited for him to post it to spice up the chaotic mood that sets in in the halls.

When she finally realized that the fight was going nowhere, she stormed out of the room, leaving her colleague alone and stunned.

Soonyoung, looking at her colleague's messy desk, sighed deeply. He regretted his callous words. As he looked at her mind maps, handwritten notes, and carefully organized simulations, he became aware of those things lost to her.

Determined to make things right, he left his room and began a tireless search across the campus, determined to find them and, hopefully, try to calm any conflicts between them.

Jisoo and Yunjin were sitting on a wide leather sofa in the student break room after a long day of work at Fearless.

The atmosphere was relaxed until Yunjin, with a mischievous smile, showed Jisoo his cell phone, displaying a video posted by Beomgyu.

"You won't believe it, love. Beomgyu posted a video you need to see."

Jisoo approached, looking at Yunjin's cell phone screen. The video showed Y/N and Soonyoung fighting intensely in their room. The harsh words and exaggerated gestures were hard to ignore.

"Looks like the pretty princess of your dreams is an ugly beast!"

Jisoo was visibly uncomfortable with the video. He didn't like the idea of ​​his colleague being involved in such an intense fight. However, he didn't like the way his girlfriend mocked the situation.

"Babe, this isn't funny. I need to know what's going on."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

"Honey, are you really worried about her? Look at her, screaming and swearing at her colleague for no reason at all, like a real psychopathic bitch."

"That's none of your business, Yunjin! You can't judge her without knowing the facts first! I need to know what happened before I draw conclusions."

She showed no remorse for her past behavior. She crossed her arms, keeping a defiant look.

"Do what you want, love, but I won't change my mind anytime soon."

He sighed, knowing she wasn't going to make up her mind so easily. He knew the only way to understand the situation was to speak to Y/N directly.

"I'm going to talk to her and hear her side of the story, so if it's not too much to ask of you, please leave us alone when I find her."

She nodded, shrugging nonchalantly. She did not regret her action, and the tension between the two was clearly established. And so, with a promise to resolve the situation directly with the freshman, her boyfriend left the room, determined to discover the truth behind the scandal.

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Y/N was hiding in a secluded corner of the campus, tears sliding down her cheeks as she silently sobbed. At that moment she no longer cared about losing her membership because the fight with Soonyoung still echoed in her mind, and regret was eating her up inside. She knew she was wrong to yell and argue with him like that, but she was too scared to get up and talk to her roomate.

At this moment, a shadow appeared beside her, and Hueningkai gently knelt down beside her. He didn't say anything right away, just placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Noona, what happened?"

Y/N sniffled and tried to wipe away her tears, but they continued to flow, so even with her drunk voice, she told everything that had happened.

"...I did a terrible thing. I yelled at Soonyoung oppa, said horrible things, and now he must hate me."

“If this fight is the same one Beomgyu hyung posted, I can understand how upset you were, but why did you do it?”

"Because… my laptop and my photocard, Kai. They disappeared. I was so nervous, and when oppa said it wasn't important, I… lost control."

Hueningkai looked at her with understanding. He knew how much those belongings meant to her, especially the autographed SEVENTEEN photocard.

"I understand. You were upset, but on one hand you're right. You should have given him the chance to explain before you freak out."

She nodded, her tears began to subside. He continued to stroke her shoulder, offering silent comfort.

"Look, I'll help you solve this. I'll find either the photocard or the laptop, whichever comes first."

"Really?"

"I swear! I won't let you be sadder! You need to be okay to make up with hyung."

She looked at him with gratitude in her swollen eyes. She didn't expect so much kindness and his warm embrace after the fight that had occurred.

"Thanks, you're a true friend."

"Always, noona. Now, let's find a solution to this together, okay?"

And so, with his promise to find a solution to the situation, she began to feel a little relief through her tears. She knew she had made a mistake, but she was determined to correct it and was grateful to have such a supportive friend by her side.

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Jisoo was walking through the dormitory hallways, her expression serious and determined. He knew he needed to find Y/N and talk about the fight he saw in Beomgyu's tweet. As he walked, Soonyoung appeared, looking at him curiously.

“Hyung, where are you going?”

Jisoo stopped and looked at Soonyoung sincerely.

"I'm looking for Y/N. We need to talk about what happened."

Soonyoung nodded, appreciating Joshua's sincerity.

"I appreciate your sincerity, Shua hyung, but don't feel pressured to intervene, okay? This is something my colleague and I need to resolve on our own."

"I understand, but seeing her like that in the video made me worried, can I at least give her some emotional support?"

"No problem." the youngest nodded

Soonyoung agreed, thanking his hyung for his support. However, when they walked through the corridors for about 20 min, they found Y/N and Hueningkai hugging each other in a corner of the corridor. The boys' worried eyes met and they both sighed.

"Looks like we're too late." Soonyoung nodded, his expression regretful.

"Yes, it seems so."

His hyung looked at him with a low look of disappointment, but he let out an understanding sigh and left.

"Good luck searching for her laptop. I hope you guys can sort this out."

He thanked him, appreciating his understanding.

"Thank you, hyung. I'll do my best. And I hope that eventually we can start a healthier relationship."

Jisoo nodded with a reassuring smile, wishing her friend luck in her search and reconciling with her roommate. While the two parted ways to go their separate ways, he didn't let the situation shake his determination to support her and be there for her when she needed it.

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Hueningkai entered the room and found Eunchae talking to Carat, who was about to help Y/N renew her membership. Eunchae's expression was confident, but Hueningkai had no intention of letting this situation go unpunished.

"Hello, Eunchae! It's good to see you here, isn't it? Who is this friend of yours?"

"Sorry, sunbaenim. I'm Wang Yoona, from the Administration class." she bowed Is there a problem?"

"No problem Yoona-ssi, just that you're being tricked by one of Huh Jennifer's puppets."

"How absurd!" Eunchae exclaimed "Don't believe him, I'm the one you should see!"

"Really? And that photocard on the table? Is it yours?"

"Of course it's hers. She even came to make the trade with me, didn't she?" Yoona questioned with a confused expression

"That's interesting. But just now Y/N told me that she had lost her very rare photocard, so I figured it would be here, right?"

The maknae lost her guard for a while, but she did her best to stand her ground and counter his taunts.

"How are you so sure he's not mine, oppa?"

Hueningkai calmly pointed out the details that proved its authenticity.

"Let's see, the selca taken is from Hoshi, one of the few members she collects. The diamond moon and heart stickers are her trademarks and above all, the Cinnamoroll keychain binder! She carries it everywhere, you know Why? Because I was the one who gave it to her as a gift!"

Eunchae realized she was defeated and returned the photocard. She left the place, clearly frustrated.

However, Yoona was furious with her charade.

"Unbelievable! How can I stay true to the agreement when no one here seems to care about ethics these days?"

"Please understand that there has been a misunderstanding! Y/N should be on her way, and she will be able to confirm everything. I apologize for the confusion, but I need you to wait a little longer."

She was still upset but agreed to wait. He knew it was crucial to maintain this partnership, so he was determined to resolve the situation as best he could until his friend arrived to clarify everything.

"2 hours, sunbaenim. She has 2 hours to come to me, otherwise our deal will be canceled."

"Don't worry, Yoona, she'll be there in time." he nodded and then muttered "I hope."

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

Yunjin was focused in her room, trying to figure out the password to Y/N's laptop. She typed different combinations, thinking of possible dates or significant words. However, she didn't notice Soonyoung silently approaching her from behind.

"Do you need help, Jennifer?" he arched his eyebrow

"Wh…oppa? What are you doing here?" she stuttered

"Stealing my colleague's most precious possessions so we can fight and thus entertain the idle asses of you and your 'friends?'"

"Yeah, I did! What are you going to do?"

The veins bulging on Soonyoung's neck showed how furious he was with the situation, however, his mind was still calm enough to deal with it without freaking out, so he took a deep breath and answered:

"Nothing. You're Myungho's colleague, so our coexistence is nothing more than mere convenience."

"There was a time when it wasn't like this, as I remember." Yunjin raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile.

Yunjin watched as he walked away with the laptop, her mischievous face turning into a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"It doesn't matter. But from today onwards you are dead to me Huh Yunjin. Don't count on me for anything else."

With that, he turned his back and left the room, leaving her alone with her frustrations and her failed plan.

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

Y/N walked down the hallway, her heart still heavy from the fight with Soonyoung, when she found him holding his laptop. Beside him, Hueningkai wore a triumphant smile, Y/N's photocard in his hands.

"Here's your laptop."

"And your photocard is saved like I promised, noona! Now you can thank me!"

Y/N hugged Hueningkai gratefully, feeling a mix of relief and joy.

"Thanks, Kai! You saved my day!"

Soonyoung, in turn, maintained a serious expression. Y/N couldn't help but notice the tension in the air.

"I don't understand, oppa, how did you manage to find my laptop?"

"That..." the older man scratched the back of his head, embarrassed "...doesn't matter. But now we need to have a serious talk.

"Hyung, can you wait a little? Noona needs to meet with Yoona from Administration in less than an hour, otherwise she will lose her membership renewal."

"Shit, it is!" She put both hands on her head, in complete panic. "But don't worry, oppa, we'll talk as soon as I get back."

Soonyoung nodded, softening his expression.

"Alright, good luck!"

With a grateful smile, she headed towards her meeting with Yoona, feeling grateful to have such loyal friends by her side. And she knew that when she returned, she would have an important conversation to have with her roommate about the future of living in the dorm.

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting warm shades of orange and pink over the small park where Y/N eagerly awaited her classmates for her 17th birthday party. She had invited all her friends, but as time passed, she began to notice that no one was coming. Sitting on a bench, she looked at her phone, waiting for a message or call that never came.

Frustration and sadness began to take over her when a shadow approached. It was Hueningkai, his longtime friend and former neighbor. He sat down next to her, seeing the dejected expression on her face.

"Noona, are you okay? What happened?"

Y/N sighed, resting her hands on her cheeks as she looked down the floor.

"No one came Hyuka. I invited everyone, but it seems like no one cares."

Hueningkai knew how much the birthday meant to Y/N, and he couldn't just stand by and see her like this.

"Don't worry, noona. Let's have our own party!"

"YA, ARE YOU CRAZY?! How are we going to pull all this off?!"

He took her hand and lifted her off the bench, smiling. Together they went to his house, where his sisters Lea and Bahiyyih were waiting.

They transformed the room into a small makeshift party room, with balloons and lively music. He even helped prepare some snacks. It was a night of laughter and celebration, despite the absence of her colleagues.

After cutting the cake and singing "Happy Birthday," he gave her a lovingly wrapped gift.

“This isn't over yet. I have a little something special for you, noona.

Hueningkai smiled and held out a gift to Y/N. She opened the gift curiously and found a SEVENTEEN album. Her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Hyuka, how did you know that I like them so much?"

"I know you! Or do you think that 2 years of watching you dance and sing from the window to their songs late at night was for nothing?"

She gaped at the sudden revelation, but shook her head, letting it go.

"Wow, thank you so much!"

They started unboxing together, and when her friend discovered Hoshi's autographed photocard, she let out a hysterical scream of joy. She couldn't believe how lucky she was.

"It's Hoshi! It's Hoshi's signed photocard! I can't believe it!"

She was so happy that, in a moment of excitement, she gave her an innocent peck on the cheek. The two instantly became embarrassed, blushing brightly.

"Noona…"

"I…"

Bahiyyih, realizing the situation, did not miss the chance to tease his brother.

"Looks like someone spent a lot of money just to make their noona happy, right, oppa?"

He was even more embarrassed, but everyone laughed at the situation. The important thing was that Y/N was feeling loved and happy in that special moment, thanks to the loving gesture from his family. The impromptu party continued into the night, full of laughter, music and special memories. It was a birthday she would never forget, and her friend's kind gesture remained in her heart as a symbol of their deep and lasting friendship.

A/N: ik you're all sick of a WHOLEASS DAY filled with pointless drama, but don't worry, things will calm down in the next chapter... I HOPE!

A/N ²: btw, eyes on Hueningkai's strawberry cotton candy princess, she's still gonna play a huge role here!

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7 III 2023

it's the second week of the semester and I must say that it's easier than I predicted

statistical data analysis is boring but easy, algebra 2 is easy but probably interesting, so is differential geometry

algebraic topology was funny because ⅓ of the group completed the algebraic methods course, so at first we told the professor to skip half of the lecture (we all know the required part of category theory) and then with every new piece of information he would say "ok maybe this will be the first thing today that you don't know", to which we would reply "naaah we've seen this" lmao. but the course overall will be fun and maybe it's even better that the level of difficulty won't be as high as I though, that would leave more time for my other stuff

the tutorial part of number theory was scary, because the professor wanted us to work in pairs. my autistic ass hates working in groups and the noise in the room was unbearable (everyone was talking about the exercises we were given to solve), so I was on the verge of a meltdown after 30 minutes of this despite ANC headphones. next time I will work by myself from the start. maybe without the requirement of communication it won't be as bad. the course itself will be easy, when it comes to the material. I know nothing about number theory, so the novelty will make it more enjoyable. a few people said that they would prefer the tutorial in the standard form, maybe I won't have to worry about surviving it if there are enough people who want to change it

my birthday is tomorrow and as a gift my parents gave me enough money to buy an ipad, I was saving for it since november. for a few days now I've been testing different apps for note taking, pdf readers and other tools useful for studying. I must say, this is a game changer, I absolutely love it

taking notes itself is less comfortable than on an e-ink tablet, which gives very paperlike experience, but it's better than traditional ones. the upside is that I can use different colors and the whole process is less rigid than on an e-ink

two apps that seem the best for now are MarginNote 3 and GoodNotes

the first one is good for studying something from multiple sources. the app allows to open many pdfs, take pieces from them and then arrange them in a mindmap. it's possible to add handwritten notes, typed notes, photos and probably more that I don't know yet. all of this seems to be particularly useful when studying for exams or in other situations when it's necessary to review a huge chunk of material

the second app is for regular handwritten notes. it doesn't have any special advantages other than I just like the interface lol what I like about taking notes on ipad is that I can take photos and insert them directly into the notebook, which I can't do on the e-ink. it's great for lectures and classes because I don't usually write everything down (otherwise I can't listen, too busy with writing) and even if I do, I don't trust myself with it so I take photos anyway. being able to merge the photos with notes reduces chaos

oh god this is going to be a long post! other news from life is that yesterday I had a meeting with my thesis advisor and we finally picked a topic. some time ago he sent me a paper to try and said, very mysteriously, to let him know if it's not too hard before he reveals more details about his idea. the paper is about symmetric bilinear forms on finite abelian groups, pure algebra, and I was supposed to write about algebraic topology, so I tried to search where this topics comes up, but didn't find anything. it turns out that it's used to define some knot invariant, which I would use to write about the classification of singularities of algebraic curves. in the meantime my advisor had another idea, which is an open problem in knot theory. we decided to try the second one, because there is less theory to learn before I could start writing the paper

to summarize what I'm about to do: there is a knot invariant called Jones polynomial, which then inspires a construction of a certain R-module on tangles and the question asks whether that module is free, if so, what is its rank. now I'm reading the book he gave me to learn the basics and I can't wait till I start working on the problem

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